#i really hope you all will give it enough love that they Greenlight a second season

[pizzazzgf]

in the comics Agatha is revived by wanda. And that’s all I’m going to say.

[kaidenya]

Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn���t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

[animefreak1145]

The Irony of Adler and Bell

Call of Duty: Black Ops Analysis of Adler’s Brainwashing

It’s me again. And I’m here with another analysis! This time based solely around Adler. It’s always about Adler. But also Bell.

And this is about the brainwashing of not Bell, but Adler.

We have all had our theories since we first saw Adler getting tortured in the Cinematic Warzone Trailers, shown in Season 3 of COD:BOCW. Our suspicions growing when we see Sus Adler™️ doing what he does best in Season 4 by stealing an important looking chip within the crashed satellite that was taken down. (Also, Hudson, what is wrong with you letting Adler be cleared for a mission when he was just rescued like two weeks ago?!)

And although we did not see him in Season 5, we can all gather that anyone could be potentially brainwashed if you have a certain brand of earpiece. (Woods and Stryker appeared unaffected despite having their own earpieces). So the naive hope and calming words to others that Adler being different and strong is out the window. All it takes is hearing the numbers. What do the numbers mean, Mason?

Besides Bell wasn’t your average run of the mill agent either. An amazing decoder and created codes(I am with the theory that Bell did create the codes for Perseus that we have to decrypt in the game for Operation Chaos and Red Circus) with a brutal close combat skill as well as charming based on how one could talk to everyone and be a social butterfly. Also, able to handle and withstand torture after one hour of leaving Cuba despite previous injuries AND be able to go to Solovetsky/Duga and able to aim and shoot despite having a needle shoved in their eye a few hours earlier.

Bell had crazy skills. Just like Adler does. Bell was brainwashed. So is Adler.

Confirmed with this bundle that will be released. Thank you to @reclaimedbythesea who first found it and pointed it out.

We have the confirmation—the amazing, horrible, war criminal man we all love has become an agent of the man who he swore to chase down and capture/kill for longer than a decade. (Adler said thirteen years in COD:BOCW universe, so 1984 it would be sixteen years. Sheesh. Correct me if I’m wrong. I may be mistaken.) Is it wrong I kinda find it funny? Especially since he did the same thing to Bell—believing it to be necessary. Just as Stitch I’m sure finds it necessary.

It’s just a big brainwash back and forth between these two countries, a race to see who has the most mindless agents on their side in the end. But we’re not focusing on that.

We’re focusing on how Adler’s karma finally caught up to him with all his war crimes. We can infer that he hasn’t just done a cruel action like that to Bell, but to others. “Whatever it takes.” That’s his motto. He’s messed up other’s lives—hundreds, maybe even thousands. The Vietnam War has a deep dirty history, such as the real operation of Fracture Jaw, Operation Ranch Hand with the use of Agent Orange, the Mai(My) Lai Massacre and who knows how many other operations that would/did affect civilians. Not that I would see Adler doing anything like the massacre, but you can’t expect me to not believe that he may have been involved with Agent Orange somewhat? And who knows what other operations and missions he’s done as a CIA agent after the war?

My point is, the man has been gathering karma for awhile. Not just with Bell(I am aware he had his orders in the war, I’m just saying I’m not sure if he feels much guilt about some said orders. Guilt I believe he may has, but I’m not sure it’s a high degree.) Of course, Bell isn’t a saint either. They were willing to kill millions with Perseus after all. A wayyyy higher body count than Adler. And who knows what Bell did with Perseus even before the Greenlight plan? Didn’t seem to mind millions blinking in an eye, so must be pretty cold or delusional about the whole free world killing their country thing. Thank you @yunatheintrovert for this post pointing out and showing a hint of just how not good a person Bell was.

I’m not going to say they deserved what happened to them due to Adler. I feel for Bell. I really do. Just like I can’t say if Adler deserves it for everything—just can’t say that because I’m not at liberty to judge other’s actions and claim what is deserved and undeserved. Leave that to judges.

But now I’m going to point out certain things—other things. Such as what I think to be Adler’s “new” name. At least to those in the Perseus Collective/Stitch.

Do I realize that “Cipher” may just be what this awesome skin is called? Yes. Will I rather ignore it and rant about the name for two ten minutes? Also yes.

On to the analysis!

ci·pher/ˈsīfər/: a secret or disguised way of writing; a code.

This first definition is what we can all gather of what the numbers represent—the code and simultaneously the key of brainwashing others in earpieces with just a certain order of number together.

Stitch and co. used said numbers on Adler, so why not call him Cipher? The Code? Funny, cause he killed Bell—the Decoder. Maybe Bell would’ve helped him out if he didn’t kill them.

Another hammer to the irony of between these two.

But no. The name gets better. Second definition!

ci·pher /ˈsīfər/: a person or thing of no importance, especially a person who does the bidding of others and seems to have no will of their own.

PAHAHAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Now, this, this is what I think Stitch calls some true vengeance. Not only did he get to torture the man who did the same to him before, but made Adler a shadow of who he was before. A husk. Nothing really there. “Whatever it takes” indeed but for the opposite side now—a puppet with numbers for strings. Stitch did a good job in naming Cipher—I mean Adler. We don’t even know how far Adler shall go now, will the CIA have to kill him or will they be able to recondition him when/if they capture him? Will he even be the same? Nope.

Why do I find that definition funny? Well, I think Adler had a multitude of reasons for naming Bell, Bell. Just like Stitch did with Adler. And not just the obvious reasons of him ringing the bell at them to condition them as he was torturing/brainwashing them(we love Pavlov!). Let’s get the first definition out the way.

bell /bel/: a hollow object, typically made of metal and having the shape of a deep inverted cup widening at the lip, that sounds a clear musical note when struck, typically by means of a clapper inside.

I wonder if anyone knows where I’m going with this or I’m starting to seem like a madwoman.

I’m going to ask you guys to focus on the word, “hollow” for me. Hollow, as in not filled. There’s something in the bell alright, but it doesn’t do enough to fill out the hole does it? Like Cipher is now made a husk. Bell was made hollow—only a little bit filled with the little memory they got back before they were killed(maybe they weren’t, let’s just go with it for now). Or perhaps just a bit filled with false memories of Vietnam, of camaraderie. I doubt Stitch did anything like that.

Also, Bell is just an instrument for someone else to play. Play the right tune, and the Russian agent will do anything for you. Right, Adler?

Cipher is the puppet, just doing what he’s told when they give the orders. No will or thought. Just how Stitch likes it.

I’m not done yet! Second definition!

bell /bel/: a. A stroke on a hollow metal instrument to mark the hour.

b. The time indicated by the striking of this instrument, divided into half hours.

Another play on words of Bell being struck(jabbed with needles) to do what needs to be done. But it also represents the limited time that Bell has. Bell needs to help to stop Perseus and quick, Adler will make them go faster if needed by putting the highest dosage as possible without killing them to accomplish it. Or maybe it’s also a representation that Bell does actually have limited time left—Park did say MK—Ultra will be hard on the body physically and mentally. Perhaps MK-Ultra was slowly killing us and Adler just decided to give us a mercy kill while he was at it as he “tied up our strings.”( @cryinginthebackseat does point this out in their Adler/Bell story, go check it out!)

Let’s focus on the instrument thing again though, but back to Cipher. The third definition!

ci·pher /ˈsīfər/ : a continuous sounding of an organ pipe, caused by a mechanical defect.

Oh man. Sounds like Adler is being played like an instrument too, continuously due to all the numbers and how the numbers can be everywhere if one is in the armed forces since they all use earpieces. Interesting shape too, a pipe. Long and thin and has two holes, a beginning and an end but which one is the top or the bottom? The beginning and the end? We don’t know how far Adler will go like this—as Cipher. It will eventually come to a point, where something squeezes within the pipe and manages to get out. Maybe. Or maybe Adler is just forever defected, like the definition suggests.

Not quite Adler anymore and just Cipher.

Just like Bell will always just be Bell. The other self practically gone.

It seems these two will always somehow reflect and affect one another, whether one is dead or not.

I swear I love Adler, so don’t mind some of my dark humor about him and this situation he’s in. It is pretty funny. At least to me. Stitch is funny. And petty.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

@salvija @smokeywhalee @quizzyisdone @efingart @samatedeansbroccoli @weirdoartist21 @tr1ppylady

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: March 2021

Hey March was a weird month what with all the pandemic anniversaries and such but here we are. It’s March. Goodbye March.

……….FILM……….

Attack the Block (2011) After about 20 minutes my partner asked if this was basically a British episode of Goosebumps and....she’s not wrong? I liked it back when it came out but it’s aged really well. Tight script and casual class politics along with the very good space stuff.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988) It turns out I’d remembered so little of this movie that it was essentially a fresh viewing. The artistry and ambition still holds up today plus a noir set in L.A. is always good time. But then you add cartoon hijinks and it’s all just that much better.

The New York Times Presents: Framing Britney Spears  (2021) So we watched the ep on Britney Spears and...it didn’t really seem to cover all that much. It kept feeling like it was about to start and then after an hour and a half of that it just sorta wraps with a small legal victory. I know this isn’t fiction so I’m not expecting a happy ending, but I don’t know what it wanted to say.

CBS presents Oprah with Meghan and Harry  (2021) I mean I don’t think anything said or shared was surprising anyone. Though I appreciate Oprah not letting either of them sidestep a question. Either answer or say you won’t; none of this fancy poetry.

……….TELEVISION……….

Great British Bake Off (Episode 9.01 to 9.04) This is our first season without Mary Berry, Sue, and Mel and it’s a real shift! But despite all the new faces, it still feels very much like the good-natured GBBO I’ve come to love. Great stuff.

City of Ghosts (Episode 1.01 to 1.06) I hope all that I’m seeing about this means that Netflix will greenlight another season and more television like this. The artistry is fantastic, the concept allows for both whimsy and poignancy, and it’s casually funny in a way that I can’t fully describe. Great stuff.

WandaVision (Episode 1.09) So this didn’t quite stick the landing for me. I figured there’d be some blasts and magic and zooming around in the sky, but I also assumed we’d get some resolution (maybe even consequences) for what Wanda did to the town. Sure, she’s not the villain and it wasn’t intentional, but the show appeared to be built around this theme of denial and acceptance yet abandoned that in the end. But I will give it this: it really has sold me on the relationship between Wanda and Vision.

The Night Manager (Episode 1.05 to 1.06) You know I think I’ve been so primed by Bond films and action set pieces that, while I won’t spoil the ending, I was pleasantly surprised by how it wrapped up. It was a nice change of pace. 

The Bachelor (Episode 25.09 to 25.12) What a season. It was a mess, sure, but I also think it was the uncomfortable mix of stagnation and progress. The show needs to evolve and I feel like the finale and aftershow really highlighted that the change has to happen. Maybe it’s starting to happen already or in future seasons it’ll change whether production likes it or not.

……….READING……….

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (Complete) Really fantastic read and such an effortless blend of science fiction and...necromantic fantasy! Dark and gross and light and funny all at the same time. 100% recommend and am very excited for the next entry despite this feeling whole and complete on its own.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Complete) I want to work my way through the series (or at least the original 14 written by Baum) so we gotta start at the beginning! There’s such a light air about the book that everyone kinda just rolls with everything. Sentient objects and talking animals and lots of murder are just met with a “Great! on to the next adventure!” and I love it.

The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Complete) It’s really great that the second book has a lot of the same core components (human child meets a bunch of wacky sidekicks while on a very small adventure) yet casually expands the mythos and world. It even builds on the plot established by the first book (the main conflict revolving around Scarecrow being overthrown as leader of Oz ever since the Wizard disappeared). Great stuff.

Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Complete) Bringing back Dorothy and it’s really a merging of characters from book 1 and 2. If anything, this series is shaping up to be about making friends and the genial conflict resolution is really heartwarming. Now i’m keen to watch Return to Oz.

Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum (Complete) This might just be me but I find a mostly human cast (outside of Jim the Cab Horse) to be far less interesting than the diverse adventuring parties of the first three books. Lots of fun stuff in here and playing fast and loose with the world-building works well; highlight the fun parts of a land made of wood and then continue on to the next location! Great stuff.

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 9 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) It feels like everything is starting to come together and wrap up and I’m totally here for a story that knows what it wants to do. And while there doesn’t seem to be as much room cooking with the overarching plot that is driving the story, it never feels like it’s moved away from the heart of the characters and for that I can’t recommend it enough. Excellent world-building, excellent cast, and really great humor.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The IDW Collection Volume 9 by Kevin Eastman, Tom Waltz, Mateus Santolouco, Dave Wachter, Pablo Tunica, Sophie Campbell, and many more! (Complete) The human/secret agent stuff will always be boring to me (even if they’re hunting the turtles) cause that’s not what I want in a comic. I don’t want Batman hunting burglars, I want bright colourful villains for our bright and colorful heroes. Luckily we get into a pocket dimension for a toad god and his relatives during the second half of the volume. Overall, still my favourite ooze series.

……….AUDIO……….

Musicalsplaining (Podcast) Great host dynamics and hot dang I love a good musical.

……….GAMING……….

Neverland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The group has taken a break from the infected giant colony to sort out some Pirate drama! Further session breakdowns are over here on Reddit!

Dungeons & Designers (Podcast) I had the rare chance to play in a D&D campaign instead of run it and it’s even up online! They also air the sessions through their podcast!

And that’s it! As always, let me know anything you think I should check out and thanks for reading.

Happy Wednesday.

[guigz1-coldwar]

Her last wish (Bell/Park)

Summary :

Bell knew her days was counted and after the battle of Solovetsky, the only solution for her was to find a quiet place. She wasn't stupid, she knew that Adler was going to kill her but she will not die by his hands.

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"Solovetsky....the Solovetsky monastery !"

She said the truth to Adler : Perseus was hiding at Solovetsky, ready to blow the entire Greenlight arsenal all over Western Europe. She chose her loyalty to the West over the one that ruled her past as a Perseus agent. Why she would return next to someone who has left her to die in Turkey and how Kadivar was the one to do it ? When she learned the truth about her true identity, she wasn't angry at all, she understand everything that Adler & Park told her. She was determined to finish this once and for all but after Adler helped her to get up from the strechter she was on, he did reveal something that wasn't going to please Bell at all.....something that Adler only knew, he even close the door to be alone with her. At hearing this, Bell's hopes for a better life was crushed down by the hard reality. She wanted to cry all of the tears of her body but that wasn't the time and she wasn't like that, not in front of him...even Park.

She wanted just now to get to Solovetsky and end Perseus's threat on the world. When she got out of the said 'medical room', she was looking to everyone in the safehouse : Sims was with Adler communicating to Washington to give them the news of Perseus's whereabouts. They were giving some furtives glances at the beginning, approving that she took the right decision. Woods & Mason were preparing their gears for the new mission and when Bell passed by them, they were giving her their excuses for lying to her but she knew that they had nothing to do with all the brainwashing, she only thanked them to make her feel alive and make her laugh when it was necessary. They were surprised of that and they thanked her in return like good friends.

Then, her gaze fell on Lazar's empty workplace. She wanted to save him too back in that rooftop in Cuba but it was too late. She secured Park first and she thought she had time for Lazar but there weren't any time left. Lazar was very supportive with Bell & considered her like his best friend. Bell was owing a lot to him because he's the guy who gave her tips & encourage her to talk further with Park & to develop more than just a work relationship. But now, he was dead and she was feeling guilty for it. She didn't want to look any more time at his empty workplace but she thanked him for everything he has done for her.

Now, the most difficult person for Bell to talk with was Park. Park was hating herself for lying during all this time to Bell, she loved her for real but with the truth revealed, she thought that her love was only seen by Bell like something that wasn't real, comparing to the fake memories of Vietnam Bell has in mind. Bell was preparing her own gear but it was hard to her to do that. What Adler said to her didn't help her feel much better. Learning that she was brainwashed and now that ? She was on the edge of falling in tears, she needed to stay strong for the moment and feel free & peaceful when the time comes. As Bell finished to pack up her things, she saw Park slowly making her bag, she was looking away, tears of pain on her face. Bell didn't want to let her like that so she decide to go see her. Park was at first surprised that Bell wasn't angry at her but her tears was still falling down. Bell cleaned them with her hand and say one thing

"My memories are fake.....but my love for you is real !"

That gave to Park a little reconforting smile that was reciprocal and the two shared a little but important kiss. Bell's lips were cold, reflecting her actual state right now as Park's one were warm. That was nothing more important for Bell to see Park smile & feeling in love with her. She thanked her not only for be here for her but also for make her realize the true meaning of love in her life. Bell never had the chance to be loved by someone in her past and Park fixed this. She know that she will die happy now but beautiful moments don't last very long for her as Adler ordered everyone to be ready really quick. The two part ways to focus on preparing their respectives gears before leaving the E9 Safehouse for their final mission : Solovetsky !

It took three days for the team to prepare the mission that will decide the future of Europe : either they win or they lose..... and losing was not an option for everyone, Bell first. But as they were soon arrived at the shores of the Solovetsky island aboard a aircraft carrier before jumping into the helicopters, Bell overhear an conversation between Adler and Hudson.

"And after the mission, what about the asset ?" Hudson said

"I will put it out myself, don't worry !" Adler responded

Of course, she realized that Adler and the CIA were planning something for her, they always saw her as a tool, a 'loose end' and now they wanted to get rid of her.....how predictable ! Bell wasn't blind and stupid to not think about that but if she wants to die, it will not by the CIA's hands. She will die by herself or by someone she can really trust....and Park was the only one she was trusting enough but she think that this was impossible to ask and to execute. Only the issue of this mission was going to decide on how her death will be.

And then, the battle take place ! Even if Adler was planning to kill her, Bell fainted to not know the truth and teamed up with him & Park. Their objectives was to destroy the AA cannons to make sure that the bombers can turn this place into ruins before Perseus was able to transmit the Greelight detonation order with the radars. During the mission, Bell didn't wanted to die also by Perseus's hands or any of his mens. That guy let her live with it and didn't do anything to help her, not even allocate resources to save her from her inevitable death and that why she betrayed him and his cause even she knew that her fate was already decided. She fight like never before, she wanted to end this....and she WILL end this !

Finally, after minutes of intense fighting, they were arrived in the courtyard where the last AA gun was positioned, Bell had the last explosive charge and for a final move, she decide to make her way through the numerous Perseus's soldiers that was standing between her and the AA gun and they weren't able to stop her in her run and her rage. Each one of them felt a horrible death by her. Killing them was only filling her with more rage. Then, she finally arrived at the AA gun, no one was defending it, she put the charge but then, she heard explosions coming behind her. As no one was operating the gun, the bombers were already there and the bombs was coming in her direction. She could run away back to Adler & Park that were waiting for her but she know that she will have to stay with Adler until he make her follow him in a isolated place and finish it.

Or.......

She could run away inside the building that was just in front of her, there were a door widely opened for her. Without hesitating, she decide to take the second option, she wanted to flee away from the CIA and she had to do it. She jumped over the AA gun cover and then make the biggest sprint of her life to run away from the bombs blasts. She entered the building where a very long hallway showed to her. She couldn't stop running as everything behind her was getting destroyed but finally, the bombs got her and make her fly away against a wall but hopefully, she survived without a scratch . The blast wasn't powerful enough to kill her or to wound her seriously. She got up and then try to find a exit. This place has became a living hell as flames & falling debris was the only thing that was audible around Bell. As she walk to the exit, she hear sounds of her radio.

"Bell, are you here ? Bell ?" It was Adler, sounding worried but Bell knew that he was just a faint

She wanted to respond but no....she prefer to say nothing to him. She took the radio in hands and then throw it on the ground, leaving it behind her as she finally leaved this place but she could see that she wasn't the first one to use the same exit as her : there were traces of bloods on her path and she was intrigued. She followed the traces on a hidden dirt path, leaving the monastery to burn in the distance. Perseus was stopped, Greenlight didn't blow up and she was safe from the others. On her path, she leaved her XM4 on the ground, showing that her fighting life was done, keeping only her M1911 and her knife with her because she need it...for her.

As she was continuing on this path, she could see a wounded Perseus soldier, crawling on the ground but when she got closer, she realize that this man was none other than Perseus himself : he was badly hit in his left leg, part of his face was burned and he was bleeding. The man who thought to be the savior of the 'Great Russia'.....was bleeding in front of her. He heard her arriving and when he saw her, he was....looking happy.

"Yirina....I knew that you will come back to save me." He said with a smile as he turned around to see her, he indirectly give to her, her real name but that name was not longer hers.

"Did you really think...." She cut herself to kneel just next to him, looking angry "....that I'm here to save you ? You never try to save me !"

"What are you...talking about ?"

"You knew what I got inside my head.....and you decided to do nothing about it." She took her knife in hand "You left me to live with it, and you let me die."

"You needed to sacrifice yourself for the cause. You dedicated your life for Perseus.....for me !" He put his hands on his chest, pointing to him but Bell decide to put her feet on his leg's wounds, causing him to cry in pain.

"You destroyed my life and I'm going to die. Don't take that as a win.....because you'll be dead." She remove her feet from his wounds, freeing him but not for long as she decide to replace her feet by plainting her knife inside his leg, making it more painful for him "That....is for trying to destroy Europe" She got the knife and this time, she planted it in his chest, transpercing his hands in the same time "That....is for killing Park's brother." Then, she placed her knife along his throat. "And that....

'....that's for me !"

And in a single move with her knife, she cut his throat wide open, causing him to try to stop the bleeding but that was in vain as Bell decided to plant her knife directly in his left eye, finally killing the monster who destroyed everything important for her. She didn't know if she was going to be happy or disoriented, she didn't know what to think exactly. She got up, leaving her knife behind and his body too as she was continuing on the dirt path. She doesn't give a damn where that path was taking her but it was making her go far away from the others, maybe to a peaceful place to do it.

Finally, after minutes of wondering and walking, the path ended on a cliff : this was the perfect spot for her to find the peace she want. The sun was raising on the island and it was beautiful for Bell to see. She finally stopped at this place, the cliff was overlooking the sea and the sounds of the birds singing was giving Bell, a proud smile on her face and her breaths....Ah, her breath were all filled with emotions that she never thought to have. The CIA removed her past and emotions of her memories and right here, she was finding them again. That was the place !

She got her M1911 out of its holstler and then placed it under her chin, she wanted to pull the trigger but she couldn't do it. She wanted to die but the idea of doing it was more easy to say than to do it in reality. Her hesitation caused her to drop the M1911 on the ground and then, she get on her knee, looking at the sea in defeat, she couldn't do it. As she was thinking, she start to hear footsteps coming in her direction : someone has followed her. She gave a furtive glance to see who was coming and she was relieved : it was Park ! She turned her head back at looking the sea as Park was nearly next to her

"Artic air, clears the head, doesn't it ?" Bell said, proudly

"Bell....we've been looking for you." Park was worried when Bell didn't come back from posing the bomb on the AA gun, everyone was looking for her. "What are you doing here ?" She then get in front of Bell "There's something wrong ?"

"You remember our night.....after our mission in Moscow ?" Bell smiled with everything she could as Park nodded with a little grin "You said that we were going to kill every member of Perseus's circle because we knew that they killed your brother ?"

"Yes, I remember. We killed them all, we won, Perseus is dead !" Park put her hands on Bell's face, clearing some traces of blood on it.

"No, not everyone. There's still someone alive." Bell's sentence was making Park realize about the true meaning of her words "Me....I'm the last person to kill."

"Bell, you're one of us, you're no longer one of them."

"Adler want to kill me, I heard him about 'putting out the asset', I'm not stupid, I'm 'the asset' !" She tried to look away but Park's face was too precious to look away from it

"Adler be damned, I'm with you, Bell. I will save you." Park replied but Bell knew in advance that she can't be saved

"You can't save me, Helen. In any way, I will be dead in a week."

"Why are you saying that ?" Park questioned her. Telling the truth to Park was going to be extremely painful for Bell. Adler told her the truth about her state but how she could succeed into telling it to Park ? In front of her was the only love she had on her life and soon, everything was going to end for her. The truth needed to be told to her. She looked down because she didn't want to see Park at hearing the new and then she took a deep breath.

"Helen, I've got an brain tumor !"

Park decomposed herself at hearing that from Bell. At first, she thought she was joking but the appearance of tears and Bell's face becoming white make her realized that Bell was telling the truth. She was voiceless after that as Bell continued.

"I've been diagnosed with it since a long time and Adler told me about it after you revealed the truth to me. The CIA found out about it when the brainwashing process was beginning, it was too late to stop it. Only Adler was aware in the team. He said that I had 1 week or more."

"But-" Park tried to find her words but she couldn't, she was losing the only person important to her

"I can't be healed, it's been here since I was with Perseus and he didn't do a thing to save me....I had to accept my fate!"

"Bell, I....I-"

"I know it's hard for you but it's the truth." Bell finally looked back at Park "I want to die !" Her voice cracked "But I don't want Adler to do it !"

"I'll be with you, I don't want you to die here."

"Helen....I don't want to die in a bed surrounded by people I don't know, I want to die here....peacefully." She then took her M1911 in hands but then she handed it over to Park

" I want....you to do it !"

"Bell, I....I can't do it, you know that I can't do such a thing." Park didn't want this to happen : seeing Bell asking her to kill her wasn't the thing she ever wanted to do but Bell was insisting

"There's no other way, I tried to do it myself but I can't." Bell continued to hand over her M1911 to Park

"I lost everything, Bell....and now, I'm losing you !"

"Please, Helen....help me....do it !"

Park was crying at this but finally, she resigned herself to take Bell's M1911 in hand. After she took it, Bell got closer to her and hugged her with all her strengh with a last kiss. Both know that this kiss was going to be the last one they will share together alive. Both were crying but then Bell broke the kiss and put her head on Park's right shoulder to look at the sea. Park put her left arm around Bell as she aimed the M1911 with her right hand against Bell's chest. She closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I love you !"

BANG

She pulled the trigger, she didn't want to do it but she did it anyway. When she opened her eyes again, her first thing to do was to hold Bell with her both arms. Bell was still hugging Park but she was removing as her strengh was leaving her as she die like she wanted. She said one thing before she shut her eyes for good

"Thank.....you !"

And then.....Bell was no more, she died in Park's arms because she wanted her...only her to do it, not the CIA, not Perseus, not Adler....only Park. Park was broken at the idea of killing the one she loved but that was Bell hoped for. Park was holding Bell's body with all her might. She lost everything !

"I'm sorry." Park was still crying

Park has been through Hell a lot of times but that was the last thing she has done. After holding Bell, she decided to put her gently on the ground but Park didn't wanted to move anymore. Her fight just ended with Bell's death. Her life ended right here, she couldn't see herself too leaving this island, returning to the MI6 behind a desk since Perseus's threat was no more. She lost everything : her family, her brother, her friends and now she lost Bell. As she was laying down next to Bell, she started to hear footsteps coming....maybe it was Adler wanting to see if the job was done.

She still got Bell's M1911 in hand and she think it was finished for her too. She placed it under her chin and before pulling the trigger, she looked at Bell with sad eyes.

"Always with you !"

BANG

She killed herself as Adler just witnessed the whole scene, he wasn't able to stop her from doing it. Park died too, her right arm wrapped around Bell, the other arm still holding the gun that claimed both women's lifes. Adler didn't know what to think right now. His actions has cost the lives of precious persons and he was too blinded by his work that he destroyed two lifes. Both womens died peaceful, next to each other, smiles still on their beautiful faces.

Solovetsky claimed Bell's life.....it also claimed Helen Park life too.

[v-hope]

You overhear him talking about your sex life to his members

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Request: "could you please do a bts reaction that you overhering your boyfriend talk to the members about your sex life?"

Warnings: Mentions of sex, as expected.

Kim Seokjin

"Hey, Jin-ie!" you greeted cheerfully after answering your boyfriend's upcoming call, only for a frown to form in your eyebrows when you were met with nothing but muffled sounds. "Love?" you wondered.

After a few seconds, you rolled your eyes as you figured he had once again butt dialed you. Shaking your head in amusement, you moved your phone away from your ear to hang up.

"You guys are into some weird shit".

Or maybe you would not.

"It's really not" you heard what you thought was Namjoon's voice after you had pressed your mobile up against your ear again.

"You've honestly never tried it?" this time was Jimin's turn to speak at your boyfriend's petrified silence.

"No?" although you could not see him, you knew Seokjin was frowning.

"You're too vanilla for this, hyung" Taehyung's taunting tone made you look at your phone in disbelief.

He did not.

"Yah!" Jin was quick to scold him. "Y/N and I have our share of kinks, of course–"

You blinked rapidly a few times. Where they really going this deep now?

"–But what you just said is… dude, no".

"Hey, don't kink shame me" Tae spoke in a pout, causing you to bring a hand to your mouth so that they wouldn't catch you laughing.

"Don't vanilla shame me then" Jin bit back.

"You are a little vanilla though".

Kim Taehyung, if you do not shut up–

"And yet I still can make my girlfriend have multiple orgasms with just my body instead of having to rely on some unnatural shit to make it happen".

With that said and your mouth hanging open, you hung up, not believing the drag you had just witnessed.

That was your man.

Min Yoongi

"Do you and Y/N have sex?"

You stopped in your tracks the second Hoseok's question reached your ears – your eyebrows furrowing for a moment there before you had to muffle down a laugh when your boyfriend answered:

"Do you breathe?"

A frustrated sigh abandoned Hoseok's mouth, leaving space for the room to remain silent for a brief second.

"Should I be worried you're interested in our sex life, Hope-ah?"

"No" he was fast to reply, "I just… I was curious because, I mean, I've pretty much heard every couple here have sex" you nodded your head unconsciously; everyone had at this point, "but I haven't heard you guys".

"And you want to hear us?" Yoongi wondered with a cocked eyebrow.

"No!" Hobi denied immediately, freaking out over how twisted this was turning out to be. "I was asking in case you guys were going through a crisis or something…"

"We're not" Yoongi clarified. "Unlike all of you inconsiderate little shits, we just keep it quiet or go to hers instead".

"Oh" Hoseok nodded his head understandingly, "that seem–"

"But if you want us to be loud here…" his words made you bring a hand up to your mouth, knowing already where this was heading to.

"No, wait–"

"Y/N!" Yoongi called you, ignoring Hobi's desperate pleads as he stood up to go look for you – not giving you enough time to turn around and go back to his room before he found you eavesdropping in the hallway.

Not minding to have found you in such state, he smiled.

"Come on" he grabbed your hand, "Hobi gave us the greenlight to be loud".

"Hyung, I didn't–"

This time, and with a smile of your own, you were the one to interrupt Hobi mid sentence as Yoongi dragged you to his bedroom, only to effusively say: "Thank you, Hope-ah!"

Jung Hoseok

"Yeah?" you heard your boyfriend answer with a low, raspy voice after his phone had rang a few times that early morning. "No" he shifted in bed so that he was facing you again – your eyes remaining closed as you wanted nothing but to go back to sleep, "I stayed at Y/N's".

Your heart jumped after feeling his fingers run tenderly over the left corner of your lips as he attentively listened to whoever was on the other side of the phone.

"Can you guys do that without me?" he wondered, this time his fingertips travelling to the spot below your ear. "Jimin-ah" he complained, "I'm really tired right now, and she hasn't even woken up yet".

Now, you didn't really get to listen to what Jimin had said, but by the snort that had left Hoseok's mouth, followed by what you knew was his signature smirk, you didn't have to be a genius to get his words right.

"Yeah, I think I really worn her out last night" his hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine, and you had to fight the urge to open your eyes wide at his oversharing behaviour. "I don't know… I think at like, past three? You can't even imagine, it was amazing".

Okay, that definitely had you opening your eyes in a heartbeat to lock with his.

However, his tired eyes didn't panic, in fact, he looked calm as ever – his gaze softening and a sweet smile curving up his lips at the sight of you.

As soon as he told Jimin that he had to go and you made sure he had hung up, a whine abandoned your lips, covering your face as you felt a strong wave of heat reach it.

"You're such a douche, how am I supposed to look Jimin in the eye now?"

Hoseok chuckled, not wasting another second in wrapping you inside his arms and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "We can just stay here this way forever" he proposed, pressing his lips on your skin. "That way you won't have to face him. I wouldn't mind".

To no one's surprise, neither would you.

Kim Namjoon

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, you really did not, but when you're in the bathroom wrapped inside a towel after stepping out of the shower and Taehyung stops your boyfriend just outside the door to talk to him, there isn't much you can do about it.

"Hyung, please tell me my bed's not broken because of what I think it is".

You gasped at the mention of his broken bed, for you had hoped he wouldn't notice… or at least that he'd do so when you were long gone and in the safety of your own apartment.

"I'll pay for it, I promise" Namjoon informed him immediately, and it was the fact that he had neither confirmed nor denied it that Taehyung grew even more worried.

"Yes, you will" Tae nodded, for it was obvious, "but I'm more worried about you and Y/N having sex in my bed, if I'm honest" his hand went up to scratch the back of his neck. "I mean, I like you, hyung, but that is just disg–"

"We did not!" Joon denied this time, much to Taehyung's relief.

"Okay, great" he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "Then how…"

"Um… I mean, we did have sex… but it was in my bed…" you ran your hands over your face as your boyfriend started oversharing; if you weren't in nothing but a towel you would've barged in already, "after we fell on yours thinking it was mine…"

Great. Perfect. Just perfect.

Although you had expected some kind of scold coming from Tae, what you heard instead was a snort, followed by a small, breathy laugh escaping his lips.

"You were that desperate to get laid?" he teased.

And, as if that comment itself hadn't brought enough heat to your cheeks, you felt you were most definitely not able to handle any more of it when your boyfriend answered with: "If you ever had her the way I do, you'd understand".

Too bad you would only ever be with him.

Park Jimin

"How far into a relationship you think it's alright to bring up the kink talk?"

Now, when you had gone to see your boyfriend to the dance studio, you had expected to walk into a sweaty, focused Jimin dancing around, not to… him sitting down on the floor with the rest of his members.

And you had most certainly not expected this one to be their particular conversation.

"Kink talk?" Jeongguk wondered. "That's how you call it?"

Jimin sighed, lightly slapping the maknae's arm. "You know what I mean".

"I'm not sure…" Seokjin intervened, "what kind of kinks are you into?"

"I'm not talking about this with you, guys".

"Yah! You started with this topic!" Jin accusingly pointed his finger at him. "I'm asking because, if they're too weird, then maybe you should wait a little longer so she doesn't run away".

You bit your lower lip not to chuckle at the whole situation, especially after seeing Jimin's frustrated expression; later watching him run his hands over his face before defeatedly looking back up to the six expectant pair of eyes that were focused on him.

"If you must know" he raised his eyebrows, "it's just trivial ones. I love our sex life as it is, but there's a few things I'd like to try with her…" to say that didn't make your heart speed up would be a lie. "Nothing as wild as BDSM or such, though…"

"Aw, dammit" you couldn't help but barge in right then, enjoying maybe a little too much the panicked look Jimin's eyes were displaying. "I was hoping you'd be into that".

Park Jimin choking on air? Yeah, that just happened.

So, after throwing your head back as you allowed a laugh to escape your throat, you stared at him with sparkling eyes, being amused as ever because of his impossibility to react.

"I think it's a good point in our relationship to have the talk".

A nod. That was as much as you got from him before he clumsily stood up to go to you.

"Yah!" Hoseok called out when Jimin held your hands, causing both of you to roll your eyes when he stated right after: "Wait until you're home to have the talk, we don't wanna know about the unholy shit you're into, you freaks".

Kim Taehyung

You knew what your boyfriend's intentions were when he invited you to spend the night – his blunt statement of his hyungs being out late was enough for you to get the drill.

However, you had forgotten about a certain maknae who would still be there. And when you had excused yourself to go get a glass of water, you had most certainly not expected to come back to hear his voice coming from Taehyung's room as he whined:

"I can't believe you're ditching gaming night to have sex".

Your hand froze still before it could turn the knob.

Taehyung snorted. "I think it's pretty reasonable, actually".

"But you guys had sex yesterday!"

How did he know that, you could only ever imagine.

"Your point?"

"You had sex yesterday" Jeongguk repeated, emphasizing each word, for that was the point itself. "Why would you be so desperate to do it again when it hasn't even been a day?"

This time a loud scoff was heard through the door, one you knew had came from Taehyung.

"Have you seen my girlfriend?" he questioned, making your heart speed up. "Bold of you to believe I won't take every single chance I get to be buried in between her beautiful legs".

And that was as much as you could handle.

Trying to stop your cheeks from burning up more than they already were, you turned the knob for once and for all, quietly clearing your throat for the two men in front of you to acknowledge your presence – your eyes instinctively locking with your boyfriend's.

"Are you guys done arguing over us having sex or…"

"Yeah" Tae smiled brightly, stretching one of his arms out for you to hold his hand and pull you closer, "now come here".

Jeongguk frowned at the sight of you smiling as you went up to Taehyung, tilting his head the second he saw his hyung's arms wrap around your figure and his lips pucker up as he leaned in to smash your lips together.

"Ah, fuck you, guys" he complained breathily before making his way out of the room.

Second night in a row having no choice but to wear headphones because of the two of you it was then.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Is it normal?" you heard him question his hyungs as you went to check up on him after he had told you nearly ten minutes ago that he would go to the kitchen to get a couple of snacks and be back.

"What is?" Namjoon wondered.

"Not getting enough of her?" your breath hitched at his words. He could not possibly be talking about that to his hyungs, could he? "I mean, like… I really, really can never get enough".

"You mean you're always horny?" Yoongi couldn't help but taunt, receiving an instant glare from the maknae.

Okay, so they were definitely talking about your sex life. Wonderful.

"No" he denied, "just when I see her, when we're together. It's like, it's gotten to the point we're done and I just want to do it again. All the time".

"I'd say that's pretty normal when you've just started to have sex with someone".

This time a loud sigh escaped your boyfriend's lips. "I'm worried she'll get tired of it, though" he dragged on, his voice turning softer, "or that I'll make her think I just want her for the sex…"

"Nah, I'm sure she's just the same as you right now".

At that you bit your lower lip, tightening your grip on the doorframe. Well, Yoon was not wrong.

"Yeah" Joon agreed. "Either way, if you're worried, just ask her. If she doesn't mind it, then… just enjoy the huge amount of sex you get to have, I guess".

Silence was followed as you guessed your boyfriend processed his hyung's advice, and so you decided to go back to his room to wait for him to get back.

It wasn't too long before he did so – a smile spreading over your face at the sight of his snack-filled hands.

"You know" you spoke up after he had slumped down on his bed next to you, letting the food messily fall all over the mattress, "I don't mind it at all" you mindlessly spoke as you took a chocolate bar in your hand.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to understand what you meant – his eyes sparkling when realisation finally hit him. "You don't?"

You shook your head immediately, taking a small bite of your snack. "I love it, actually".

Jeongguk couldn't help but chuckle, feeling his heart at ease. "Good" he mumbled, leaning down to plant a kiss under your jaw, "because I think I might love it a little too much".

[real-jaune-isms]

RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 5 Review/Remix

PAIN! PAIN! EVERYTHING IS PAIN AND SADNESS AND FEAR AND AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!

*Ahem...* So this was a great chapter, let’s talk about it.

We start on a lovely view of Amity floating over the mines with the purple lightning of Salem’s storm in the background. Pietro is near the top of the tower doing some wire repairs when he gets a beep on the comms from Penny. She expresses her dislike for their current plan, but Pietro explains that even if it’s not an outright good idea it’s the best one they have right now. Turns out that plan is setting a series of bombs inside the mine and blowing up all the volatile Dust. With what repairs and renovations they’ve gotten done up to this point they will be able to broadcast the pre-recorded message and keep Amity in orbit, but getting it launched up there is gonna be the problem. The solution is apparently setting off a massive chain reaction of explosions beneath them and using that as extra thrust for the launch. Maria is piloting a construction mech to help carry heavy components, so that’s a cool way for her to be helpful, and she’s the one who reveals the plan to use the Dust for thrust. Pietro finishes laying out the plan: once in the proper atmospheric height they’ll stabilize their orbit and send out the message for the whole world. Turns out the big contraption Maria was carrying is the terminal from which the good doctor will be making this all happen. Once the message is done, they’ll fly Amity away from all the chaos in Atlas. Penny is unsure if they will actually receive the aid they are asking for, and again expresses her desire to stay behind and provide her impressive might to the fight. Pietro puts his foot down, metaphorically of course since he’s in his walking chair, and insists that she stay with him and Maria on board the tower. It’s notable that when Penny agrees to this with a great deal of sadness she calls him sir instead of Dad. It’s a professional order, not a kind request, and she treats it as such. Maria is finally the one to point out that Penny has had a lot of people telling her what she has to do and not a lot of chances to do what she actually wants or feels she should do. Pietro seems to ignore that and just asks that they prepare for the launch. Penny zooms out of the tunnel entrance to the mine and flies up to the tower. We next see her sitting off on the edge of the platform while Pietro does the set up work, before he gets her attention and tells her they’re ready to send the permission request through. The moment of truth, the reason RNBW and May snuck into Atlas HQ with her and what Nora got so badly hurt working towards. Penny gets the request instead of Ironwood, just like they planned, and greenlights it. Success, at least so far. The thrusters fire up, and the bombs are set to detonate in 30 seconds. Better hang on to something...

But before even this can go quite right, a fireball bursts up through the arena and gets their attention. Penny flies to the edge to see what’s going on, and sees a sizable hole burned in the floor. Through it rises Cinder, standing atop the airship still being flown by Neo. They’re not going anywhere that easily. Penny knows she has to fight, to stop that madwoman before any more destruction befalls the tower or her father. But of course Pietro doesn’t want her getting involved at all, he’s so afraid of what could happen to her. Heroic duty calls though, and she swoops down to confront Cinder, Maiden vs Maiden. It’s of course at that moment that the bombs go off and a very visually pleasing explosion of many colors goes off beneath the tower as its own thrusters roar to life and indeed get that boost up up and away. Cinder is better prepared to handle the jolt since she’s standing on firm ground while the floor comes rising to meet the floating Penny and knock her off her guard. Bad start already. Ironwood gets an alert in his war room about the tower launching, and doesn’t seem shocked about it at all. In fact, he’s ready for it with a next step of his own. That’s also a very bad sign. Cinder taunts Penny, saying she wishes Team RWBY were here but she’ll settle for the tool they sent to do this job for them. Penny tries to refute that in favor of her own autonomy, but Cinder is too busy summoning fiery glass blades to listen. Once the thrusters stop and target altitude seems to be achieved, Cinder launches into action by shooting all her blades at Penny, who has to dodge backwards and parry them way with her own spinning array. But its a few more than she can quite take. Luckily, Maria jumps in the way and tanks the hits. She charges at Cinder and does her best Ripley from Aliens, but Neo crashes the ship into her before she can finish the line “Get away from her, you bitch!” Convenient censorship. While Penny gets Cinder’s attention and starts flying around, Maria struggles against the ship trying to push her down. She tilts it so it slams into the ground instead, but Neo slaps the very convenient reverse thrusters screen and staggers Maria by pulling out of the grip. She’s lost sight of the ship, and with Emerald seen on the sidelines it’s not hard to guess why. Suddenly the ship appears out of nowhere and mows her down into the wall of the arena. Neo lands her ship and hops out, Maria isn’t so lucky. She pops off the top to the cockpit and is greeted by a smug Neo. Emerald yells for her fellow illusion master to get going and presumably follow Cinder’s fight, but Neo wants to stay and play with the old lady. Maria is aware enough to ask what Neo wants if not to go help her cohort, and Neo explains through disguise. She wants Ruby. “Ruby” tosses Maria out of the mech, but surprisingly the old girl lands on her feet with a grin. While all the fighting is going on, Pietro rushes back to check on their status and thankfully sees they’re still at transmission altitude. He powers on the stabilizers, but therein lies a dire problem. When Cinder burned her way inside she made the hole right next to a stabilizer, and now its been damaged to the point it can’t function. They’re be dropping out of broadcast range in 3 minutes, and Pietro immediately gets to work trying to find a solution.

Penny and Cinder continue to fly around the outside perimeter of the arena as Cinder tries to take Penny down. Penny dodges the hits the best she can, but what attacks she doesn’t receive is damaging the tower instead. Cinder has the nerve, the nerve I say as one of many who loved Pyrrha, to make a bow again after all these seasons and starts shooting arrows at Penny. She avoids those too, but it causes rumbling trouble for Pietro. To avoid that kind of collateral, Penny flies into the open skies and Cinder follows, shooting fireballs and going as fast as she can to catch up. But then she realizes she’s being lead on and instead turns around to go back and start wrecking the tower before Penny can catch up and stop her. Back in the arena, Maria is having the time of her life. She’s dodging and blocking just about everything Neo throws at her, and when the girl does hook her can on her umbrella and tosses her in the air, the devilish missy just turns her cane into the short scythe it hasn’t been for years and pulls herself back in to kick Neo in the face. Guess she’s still got a little of that Grimm Reaper spirit in her after all~ Neo continues to fail at beating the fiery granny, and ends up knocked to the floor. I would guess Maria’s Preflexes helped out here, but I really hope she continues to live long enough to give Ruby some pointers on how to fight this mute minx. Pietro is doing his best to work the computer, but that becomes more difficult when Cinder flies in and starts torching the steel beams keeping this platform hanging where it is. Penny comes to stop Cinder, much to her apparent delight, and tries to appeal to her better nature by saying she doesn’t have to work for Salem. The Fall Maiden is still very deluded as to her place in the world, and thinks she isn’t serving anyone when really terror and the cycle of abuse has her wrapped around Salem’s finger tighter than that spider ring she wears. Cinder insults Penny’s ability to act for herself yet again by saying she was built to only serve others. It takes her a moment to come up with a rebuttal, but Penny says she choses to fight for this side, because it’s in service of the people who care about her. The beams are at their breaking point, so Penny anchors her swords into the floor of the platform and pulls on the strings to try and keep it all staying up. She uses her powers to freeze the melting steel on either side of her, but that takes both her arms and leaves her open to attack. And attack Cinder does, locking her legs around Penny and trying to grab her face with her Grimm hand. Penny, naturally, screams in fear and loses concentration. She does go back to freezing one of the beams that needs more ice, but that leaves her with only one arm to hold back Cinder’s nightmare grab. Cinder thinks fast and uses her own Semblance to heat Penny’s hand to the point she has to pull away, and that gives her the chance she needs. Stifling her screams like a facehugger, Cinder starts sucking out Penny’s Maiden powers as the two flail through the air. Amazingly, through all this the swords are still jabbed into the floor, even as they fly below it and hang like bungie jumpers. Penny thinks fast and does something new with her powers, or at least new for her, by summoning ice spears to jab into Cinder and try and shove her as far away as possibly. The Grimm arm hangs fast, but eventually the two are separated when Penny hits her with her rocket boots. 

Emerald watches in dread as Cinder is pinned to a wall by her cape on one of those spears, while the momentum of the separation sends Penny falling to the arena floor. This distracts Maria long enough for Neo to kick her to the floor, while Cinder frees herself and smirks in Emerald’s direction. Before Neo can finish Maria off, she’s blasted with a laser beam and slams into the side of the airship. Bye bye Aura, and so bye bye Neo for the rest of the fight. Penny is back on her feet, and rises to face Cinder again. The sleazy bitch has the audacity to summon a spear, when we know damn well Pyrrha used a spear AND that Cinder last used one to stab Weiss back in Volume 5. But there are suddenly a dozen Cinders surrounding Penny thanks to the aid of Emerald’s Semblance, not that Penny seems especially phased. She just summons a thundercloud to power her up with electricity and uses her sensors to scan for which one has a heat signature. She finds the right one and ANNIHILATES her with a laser beam. Emerald is none too happy to see her mentor get blasted into a wall, while I replayed the sound of Cinder screaming a dozen times just while writing this review. Get wrecked, scrub~ Penny comes to finish the last of the trio, but she sees the poor girl is utterly distraught at the site of her fallen leader and willing to let herself be taken down if it means filling the terminal with bullet holes as she goes. With some amount of pity and mercy I don’t know if I could muster in her situation, Penny lets Em leave with the battered body of her sadly still breathing boss. Neo is none to happy to have gotten her ass kicked by an octogenarian and now be told to drive, goddamn you. Meanwhile Pietro is very relieved to see Penny and Maria are both okay, but sadly they have fallen out of the necessary orbit and their transmission window is gone. They’re drifting and likely going to crash north of... well we don’t hear where exactly because a loud thud distracts them. The place really is coming apart around them. But Penny believes she can fix this. She can use her own thrusters and strength to push Amity back up as high as they need to be, if only for just long enough to broadcast the message. It’s only a couple minutes long, she’s sure she can handle that. But again Pietro says no, citing her current level of damage and risk factors like the cold. It’s their only option though, their one chance to make all of this hard work mean something in terms of the big picture. Papa Polendina says to hell with the big picture, he wants to keep the things safe he would put in a wallet sized picture. His daughter, dammit, what about his daughter?! He’s already lost her once, no way he’ll risk that again. He wants to see her live her life. But what sort of a life will it be if he keeps her from living it to the fullest and doing what only she can to make a difference? She’s trying to live her life, he needs to trust her and let her do that. With a quiet nod, he knows she is right, and she flies off to get to work. Not before taking a long look at the beautiful night sky though, possibly the last she’ll get for a while... She starts pushing, using rocket thrusters and Maiden magic alike to put all her might into it. And it works, they get back up as high as they need to be. Pietro just slams his fist on a button and suddenly every TV screen in Remnant is taken over with a single broadcast. 

Ruby Rose, 17 year old Huntress, addresses the people of Remnant. 

And she tells them all that Atlas is under attack, not from a neighboring Kingdom or some new enemy but from the oldest and darkest force there is. Ruby tells everyone that Salem exists, that she controls the Grimm, that she orchestrated the Fall of Beacon and the attack on Haven, that her agents hacked the Atlas drones and manipulated the actions of the White Fang into aiding her goals, and that she is indeed immortal. In addition to the worried evacuated people in the crater and Whitley holed up in Jacques’ study, we see so many old and familiar faces take the news with varying levels of shock and confusion. Saphron and Terra back in Argus with Adrian, Neptune and Sun in the deserts of Vacuo, Ilia on a rooftop in what might be Menagerie but could still be Mistral, and even dear Glynda Goodwitch in the Shopkeep’s Dust shop back in Vale... I would like to say that I was so happy to see all these faces and to know some of them are where they are, doing what they’re doing. Seeing the SN boys made me realize we’ll be seeing them and Team CFVY when RWBY finally go to Vacuo, and I’m excited for that reunion. Ilia gets a call from Ghira almost as soon as Ruby’s message mentions the White Fang had been manipulated by Salem, so clearly that’s going to be a deep conversation I want to hear. Glynda is shown at the same time that Ruby says she and Vacuo’s Headmaster Theodore know about Salem and can probably help organize a way to fight back, and it was so nice to finally see her in the Maya engine. No voice yet, but looking better than ever~ Ruby does deliver the rough news though, saying Ironwood can’t be trusted anymore. He’s watching the broadcast with the Ace Ops, and this callout pisses Harriet off so she turns it off. He turns away from the screen to address Watts, who is fiddling with the inner wirings of Penny’s commandeered sword. He explains how they’ll be able to assume control over her by hijacking a single blade and the rest will follow, and has the flair to replace the computer chip with Penny’s emblem with one that has his own stylized W on it. Theatrical even in this... Speaking of villains taking this broadcast well, Salem pets Tyrian’s head as he plays it on his Scroll and listens with a smile to Ruby talk about how the other kingdoms will have time to prepare now. Guess she wants them to put up a good fight, prove that even then she is smarter and stronger... We shift again to see Nora covered in bandages and lying in what I assume might be Weiss’ bed while RWB sit together on the floor and watch Ruby’s impressively inspiring speech. Not one to leave the world without hope, Ruby tells everyone that immortal does not mean unstoppable, if it did Salem wouldn’t have hid herself and bided her time so long. She can be beaten, if we all work together and trust each other. Just as she’s at her most inspiring, Watts replaces the chip and something starts going wrong in Penny. She starts writhing in pain, fighting with herself to stay and keep the tower floating or go to the Vault. Her eyes flicker and flash red to green and back, and she has no idea what’s wrong with her much to Pietro’s confusion. The loss of concentration was enough to make a difference, and the message stops before Ruby can get her final triumphant word. 99.99% of a speech is still a good damn speech, but the premature cut is more than our last cameo can take. Taiyang cries at home, desperate for one more moment to see his baby girl again and hear her voice. Thank goodness he’s got Zwei to comfort him.

Speaking of struggling fathers, Pietro begs Penny to come back inside now that her job is done, but she can’t get ahold of herself. With more human fear and pain than I hear in most great cinema, this young “machine” finds her own mind again long enough to whimper “Dad...” before shutting down and falling to the ground below. Burning up on reentry like a shooting star of fading life and inner turmoil. Pietro tries to get her to say something else, anything else, and as she’s engulfed in heat she tells him “I love you”. He falls into a coughing fit that becomes weeping. 

Back to the room of smug Atlas assholes who I’d rather be seeing burn in a fire, Harriet reports on global communication going back down while Ironwood is none too happy with the fact that he still doesn’t have control over Penny despite Watt’s work. Watts argues she’s probably rebooting, and the tower not working anymore could be a result of Pietro being a shoddy craftsman after all. Clearly, the twat is still bitter his science project wasn’t picked all those years ago and he’ll take any chance to bully the nerd whose project was... Ironwood throws his Scroll at the smirking fucker, and he knocks it away to land broken on the desk. Ironwood sends out the Ace Ops and a fresh out of bed Winter to go find Penny and bring her to him or to the Vault, whichever come first. Winter clearly has a problem with seeing Watts here aiding her boss, but this isn’t the work environment to let you take up such concerns with HR. While everyone’s attention is on getting their orders, including Harriet being the one tasked with taking Watts back to his cell, the mustached ass swipes the broken Scroll while he packs up his tool kit. Clearly he’s gonna use that to break out, and I’m mad as hell no one searched him before leaving the room.

Back in the tundra, Jaune Yang and Ren rush out onto the ice to look at something Jaune saw in the distance. What they find is the honest to gods River Styx, flowing from somewhere below Monstra through the icy wastelands and directly into Mantle. A river filled with Grimm. As is things couldn’t go any worse this episode...

Ah, but don’t worry, it really goes to hell next week! Stay tuned for that dream come true turned waking nightmare!

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 14 - WangXian are a (v soft) Battle Couple & Foxglove is hella mad

Hi! Welcome to episode 14. I should be studying. It’s day two of morning runs, so my soul has left my body already, send help. Yesterday I went to buy plants with my mum and got so excited I just whacked on a bunch of eyeshadow because I haven’t seen the outside in weeks, I’m also wearing makeup today, because I have nowhere to go, but I really need to finish this bb cream before it goes bad, so my parents are getting my full fresh faced “woke up like this and put on mascara” routine (which is a fucking lie because I’m wearing at least three blushes and two highlighters). I’m determined to get this bitch down in under five minutes so I can have another five to do eyeshadow, I have way too much eyeshadow to not wear it (I have way too much everything except maybe mascara and eyebrow stuff).

Yes, if y’all were wondering I am in fact a makeup magpie. ANYWAY BACK TO THE ACTUAL THING WE ALL CAME HERE FOR.

(Btw further down I discuss once again how shitty I think the Yunmeng sibs’ parents are if that causes an issue for you)

Ok ok ok, so I was talking with damnpoe-2187 here about how we found that sometimes WWX crossed from gremlin into asshole when he tried to get LWJ riled up. Like in the Cold Springs, putting our shippers hearts aside, that was a dick move and he should have stopped undressing the second LWJ went from annoyed to incredibly uncomfortable. I find this scene the complete opposite, a show of character development if you will. It is kind of similar in that they’re both hurt, and alone (although this time is much more serious) and there was some undressing going on; however WWX here behaves like a fool in love considerate person and knowing how uncomfortable LWJ already is tries to make it easier for him. They’re also super soft and I’m weak.

A brief interlude from my one track mind: That pond is full of corpses isn’t it? Or at least the remnants of the Murder Turtle’s meals I suppose. Damn right WWX should not have gone into the water with an open wound, but think no one should go swimming in there without a full hazmat suit tbh (I want to pump them full of antibiotics at this point ngl)

So I love this tiny montage (is it even a montage) of the, getting themselves ready to kill the Murder Turtle.

Teamwooooooork.

Listen, I have read a few fics in which their mind-meld stays in place due to reasons and I need me more of those.

Ok, turtles don’t work that way, but then again, giant murder snake-Trex-turtle so that’s low on my list of priorities. What’s not low is the fact that this guy is knee deep into pretty much a mass grave and I want to take a few showers just watching him.

Yeah, I know exactly what he’s smelling and suddenly I hope I don’t have meat for lunch today tbh.

The screaming sword has always been fucking creepy and does LWJ’s fist clench mean that he’s also hearing them?

BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE!

So I know killing the thing took them something like six hours. And while it feels quite a long time in the show, I think that, if they cut the scene with idk, JC running towards Lotus Pier, then back to them, then back to JC, but now the sun is in a different position, back to them, but now the blood from LWJ’s hand has dripped down his arm; and so on a so forth it’d convey more clearly how long it took for the Murder Turtle to die. I know fuck all about cinematography tho so feel free to ignore all this if it is in fact an abomination.

Tiiiiiiny interlude here to say that Yiling Patriarch!WWX is probably one of my favourite character archetypes. He’s slightly creepy, slightly amoral (smiling while torturing and murdering bad guys is still amoral ok), more than a bit on the Dark Side, cocky, smirky, a bit of an asshole a BAMF, a rebel with cause and yet he will still do the right thing, not despite his nature, but because of it. He’s kind of like a Chipped Spike? But you know, he doesn’t need electroshock to behave.

I just want a fic where he’s this Dark Lord of Evil in everyone’s eyes however the ‘good guys’ take a break from trying to off him because a bigger threat just popped up and they have no choice but to ask for his help. He agrees, keeps being his charming self while also saving everyone’s asses, LWJ is smitten.

TL;DR: The Necromancer is hot. Oh and nobody dare deny LWJ has a Yiling Patriarch kink.

Oh my, this is the part when I always get teary eyed.

WUJI ON A CELLO? DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?

“Why hasn’t Jiang Cheng shown up and rescued me yet?” THIS IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED THAT WWX IS THE BABY SIBLING.

“Lan Zhan sing me a song”

IT IS HAPPENING, STAY FUCKING CALM EVERYBODY (I’m crying)

That slideshow of their best moments set to WuJi is a masterpiece, and also, it kind of drives home the point of “how tf did we go from flirting during summer camp to this mess”?

(Btw if that’s YiBo humming he’s got one hell of a deep voice)

Ok ok ok, so this moment had me spitting up my tea the first time I watched it. Believe it or not my dumbass thought these people were actually serious with the censorship and we’d get scraps of their actual relationship. Lots of charged moments like in some other western tv shows I’ve seen when two dudes have chemistry but “they’re not gay”, no longing glances, no tender touches, no being unbelievably soft with each other; just you know, amped up, because if I’m not mistaken you can be arrested in China for “promoting the gay”. I mean, they changed the beginning when people insult MXY’s sexuality to insulting his mental health; no one would think “ah yes, the gays are good” when they hear it used as a slur, but they still erased it completely. One of the things I thought they’d fully take away was WangXian, I mean, the into/outro is named Wuji, which, you know, still a mishmash of their names, but not their ship name. It is such a significant part of the story with all the “what’s the song name? Figure it out yourself” that if something were going to give away that they’re married with a kid it would be that. I thought we’d get an artful fade to black BEFORE LWJ would say the name not after. And also, YiBo is enunciating it so clearly that, even with the sound muffled and the blurriness I, who don’t speak Chinese, can make out the two syllables. That’s deliberate, I can say “WangXian” loud and clear without moving my lips too much. At this point in time I must assume someone in charge of looking for censorship violations in the show is a fan and just ignored it.

Censorship person 1: dude, isn’t that a bit too gay, maybe you shouldn’t greenlight it.

Censorship person 2: shut the fuck up, sit here and watch.

*a full rundown of the whole of CQL later*

Censorship person 1: oh my god they’re so in love and they deserve to be happy.

Back to the commentary: I’m sorry but I have a mighty need of a WWX & Peacock friendship ok? This might be me just wanting WWX and LWJ to make other friends besides each other but I think that the Peacock is just bitchy enough to not take any of WWX’s bullshit.

And the Yunmeng bros timing for banter strikes yet again.

That’s terrible quality fake blood btw.

@ Yunmeng disciples: STOP SHOOTING FUCKING KITES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Oooof even with a change of clothes our boy is still looking rough as hell.

MY LOVELY YUNMENG SIBS BEING SOFT AND HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER.

It hurts my soul that the second JFM starts praising WWX for surviving the Murder Turtle our boy’s knee-jerk reaction is to start praising JC in return. It is instinctive, how many times must this have happened for him to know his brother won’t even get scraps of praise? (Seriously fuck their parents)

It was going so well, I mean, JFM had a point warning him to not say things in anger. But I thought he was going to tell him that it is because sometimes he’ll hurt someone without wanting to, yet, this asshole decided to, once again, remind his kid he thinks he’s a failure.

And here comes Mme Yu who I can only assume had a servant posted at the door to warn her when WWX woke so she could throw some verbal abuse at him. I mean, she must have been missing it.

And JFM’s misogynistic bullshit strikes once again, because why defend ALL your kids when you can insult your wife.

(Every time someone berates WWX for “intervening” I want to scream. I mean, seeing this I can believe why the society as a whole thought genocide was a good idea.)

I love how they use their kids as props in their fight, I mean it’s not like they have feelings or anything. This woman is gaslight-y as hell too “you don’t love your kid because I gave birth to him”, you can’t tell me saying that in front of the son she’s supposed to love isn’t going to hurt him. And she knows it, I mean, besides the Wen attack I’ve never seen her hit the kids (although I very much doubt she hasn’t), so a good part of the abuse must be verbal. There’s no fucking way a person who regularly uses words that way won’t realise where she’s aiming those arrows. Which means to her (to both) the kids are collateral.

But FR, the barely-out-of-adolescence disaster bi necromancer PTSDing all over the place and living in a mass grave was a better parent than any of the current adults in this thing.

Which brings me to another point, Shijie is textbook “the oldest sibling is just another parent” and I’m making myself very angry.

[this is when I start frothing at the mouth and itching to write a modern-girl(and friends)-dropped-in-CQL because someone has to be a positive adult influence in these kids’ lives and it sure as shit ain’t the ones in the actual show.]

CAN WE STOP BRINGING PEOPLE’S DEAD PARENTS INTO THE FIGHT?

*deep breath*

I am going to feed JFM & Mme Yu each other’s spleens. Look, listen, look and listen, let’s first talk about how calmly they lay out the facts of their lives, one is only loved because he’s been brought up in the shadow of his dead parents, the other knows with certainty his father dislikes him and his mother uses him as leverage in marital disputes. When have these two not exploded their emotions all over the place? Fucking never. Yet here they are, talking about this bullshit like some bout of inconvenient weather. They’re used to it!

And now let’s talk about yet again siblings-are-just-extra-parents, with an added pile of WWX’s terrible self awareness that, to the man who brought him up, his worth is due to his dead parents. Again I’m extrapolating, but with the amount of times Mme Yu brings up his parents in such a negative light I refuse to believe JFM hasn’t made all the “you’re so much like your parents” comments to him every time WWX does something right. I mean, telling an orphan about their parents if they ask is a good thing, but WWX seems starved for stories about his them, which leads me to believe JFM refuses to talk about the topic except to make those little comments. What a fucking stellar way to give someone all the trauma if you ask me. May also explain a lot of WWX’s self worth issues if the biggest praise he’s ever heard is that he resembles dead people, yes, people who were loved, but they’re dead, and it doesn’t look like any adult has bothered to go and differentiate WWX from ZSSR&WCZ.

I’m just really mad, despite all the silly anecdotes I put in here my parents are fucking great at parenting, so I know what good parents should look like, and this ain’t it.

Ok, so I made myself angry and I don’t know if I should move onto the next episode now or wait till tomorrow but thanks for reading!

[nova9]

Aimi Otsukas Taiyuu Enterance exam!

@taiyuu-high-oct

A/n sorry it wouldn’t let me add a read more page break on my iPad 😩

Word count : 3k

Ps just realized I switched into x reader format and I didn’t even see it while I was spell checking or anything it just shows how tired I am rn sorry about that.

To say Aimis nerves were a little shot was an understatement. Not that the high-end bullet train with unnecessarily good bento didn't help a little but still, anyone would be nervous on their first day at a new school.

She was lucky to have been given the chance to be admitted at all considering her application was so late. In her defense, neither she or her parents actually knew about the school existing. It was Toma who’d suggested it.

Aimi wants to imagine that her loving boyfriend just wanted her to go to the latest and greatest hero school to open but she knew better. She knew that the big softy wanted her as close to home as possible and a two-hour train ride was better than the five hour one she’d have to take to get home for the weekends at the school she’d originally planned on attending.

She was just glad that the principal had agreed to her enrollment at all, considering her quirk she’d been denied by three other schools and she hadn't been hopeful when she submitted an application for review anyway.

But here she was. Standing in front of what was probably the fanciest facility she’d ever seen in her life. Growing up in a small farming community did absolutely nothing to help prepare her for anything that she’d experienced just this morning and she hadn't even done anything other than ride a super fancy train.

She was fishing around in her side bag to see if there had been any more instructions but as far as she could remember, the invitation letter said she’d be met at the train station.

Looking over the slightly smashed piece of paper she confirmed that her memory was right but… there was no one on-site. On both sides of the station, she was the only living thing that she could see.

Then she heard a rapid tapping noise, that she couldn't tell the direction of.

Was the exam starting already? Why wouldn’t it? I mean this is a hero school isn’t it, heroes have to be ready for anything at a moment's notice.

When she felt a cold nose on the back of her calf she almost jumped out of her skin though jumping up and effectively ruining her favorite sweater by activating her quirk on accident.

Thank god she’d jumped though because when she turned around to see her attacker she saw what had to be the cutest little dog she’d ever seen in her life.

All of a sudden she wasn't so mad about her selves being shredded and she was more worried about petting the cute puppy.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her caught her attention and had her turning on the spot, a little embarrassed at getting caught gushing over a puppy and even more so about her now scrappy looking clothes.

“Ms. Otsuka I presume?” The man who looked much more deer than anyone else she’d ever seen asked as he bowed politely. She nodded and returned the gesture.

“Sorry I was late, the other students were excited about hearing they’d be getting another classmate. Some wanted to meet you directly at the gate but it's best they didn't.” He said in some kind explanation, Aimi didn't really understand what harm it would have been to have met her classmates sooner rather than later.

Then she realized that they’d all taken the test already and having people give her hints about anything wasn't exactly fair to them, was it? She wanted to go in blind just like everyone else and prove that she had the same rights that they had to be here.

“Your written tests were quite impressive.” The man who’d at that point introduced himself as the vice-principal of the school and preferred that he just be called by his hero name, Buckskin.

It was kinda cool and nerve-racking at the same time, Aimi had never met a hero in real life before. She wanted to seem cool and collected when she internally was freaking out with nerves that quickly sat back in as Buckskin seemed to be leading her to where she’d be taking her exam.

“I’ve been studying for the test since my first year of middle school,” Aimi said trying and failing to sound confident.

“So you’ll have no problem passing the entrance exam, it's not particularly difficult. We’ve personalized it to you and your quirk given that we had the extra time. It will give both us and your future classmates an idea of what we're working with.” He said smiling as if what he’d said was supposed to somehow help you. Others had been able to help one another, you were going in alone with spectators.

If you were to fail everyone would see it. Not that it would really matter to them… You’d just be no one other than some kid with a bad quirk who failed a test that they passed.

To you, you’d have to explain to your parents who’d almost lost their business with all the money they’d paid down for quirk therapy and control lessons for you, all of the extra tutoring you’d needed to get your test scores to where they needed to be to get what you wanted, why you’d failed.

You’d have to explain to Toma, who’d lost more than a few nights of sleep to help you study and make sure that you were mentally ready for something like this. You didn't know if you’d be able to face him if you walked away empty-handed. He wouldn’t care he’d just be happy to have you home but you wouldn’t.

You were lead to a locker room and given a chance to change from your casual clothes into the clothes you’d brought to take the test with. It never occurred to you that others would be actually watching you take the test so the tank top and gym shorts felt a little revealing but you didn’t have the option to change your mind.

When you exited the locker room you met Buckskin and another woman who was introduced to you as the principal of the school, Ms. Chikyu, you’d never known her real name, you had however recognized her hero name Laccadasiy. Suddenly your lack of confidence plummeted to the point of seemingly no return.

Someone so cool and strong was the actual principal of the school?! How in the hell were you EVER gonna get in? Why should she let you? There isn’t anything you could ever hope to offer.

“Hey enough of the long face!” She said patting your back a little harder than you think she’d meant to but it helped pull your head out of your ass. “We just wanna see what you can do! It’s not gonna be easy but it will sure as hell be fun!” She said earning a sharp look from Buckskin. “Hell isn't even a cuss word Bambie calm down.” She scoffed rolling her eyes and joking around with the other teacher.

“Anyway wait for that light right there to turn green and your good to step up to the door. It’s automatic so it’ll let you in.” She said pointing at a now red number one that hung above a seemingly normal set of metal doors.

“Good luck!” She chimed before both of them disappeared threw a door a little further down the hall.

Being alone gave you the chance to think and at the current point in time, it wasn't exactly a good thing. Why in the hell did you think that this was a good idea in the first place? There were so many other hero’s out there and you? You couldn't even come close even if you tried. It was pathetic that you’d even had hopes and it was downright wrong that you’d dragged your family and friends down in this? What right did you have to drain them of their time and resources? Playing with their emotions was just cruel.

Greenlight.

Your body moved on its own, that malicious voice in your head lowering in volume but not disappearing.

“Your first task is simple.” Laccadasys’ voice rang out over an inter calm system as the wall in the relatively small room started to raise up, revealing an impossibly larger room beyond it. A large stone sphere and a ridiculously steep decline.

“At the bottom of the hill, is a pressure plate, get the stone ball onto it and it’ll unlock the door.” She said and you took a few steps forward checking and seeing that there was, in fact, a place for the ball at the bottom but if it went too far or jumped the short lip at the bottom you were skewed and the door wasn't going to open at all. You were going to have to come up with an idea to get it to stop, if you could get it to move at all.

“GO AIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIII!” You heard a voice screaming from somewhere along with a few other cheers.

Swinging around you were met with a glass wall that separated you from a large group of others that had to be at least close to your age. Most of them looked excited, others looked like they had better things to do and one was even asleep.

There was someone though with blue hair and a sucker in her mouth who was making a few others hold up a handwritten banner that had ‘Welcome Aimi!’ Plastered on it. It honestly looked like it was several pieces of printer paper taped together and it was probably written in crayon but it was the thought that counted.

You had support here too.

Support was all you needed.

You had everything else covered.

You didn't have much time to do anything other than wave before the buzzer sounded and you walked over to the ball that had to weigh at least 2 tons. A tap let you know that it was solid rock.

Looking at the bottom of it revealed it sat on a lip too and you’d have to get it up and over that before you could even worry about the bottom of the hill.

“Now might be a good time to inform you that you have three minutes to get into the next room.” Buckskin said as a large LCD clock appeared on the ball counting down the seconds and minutes.

Cursing under your breath you tried pushing it like an idiot and of course, that did nothing.

Think fast

You manifested a blade on your forearm, curved and blunt, the last thing you needed was to chip the damn ball and stick it where it was forever. You moved to jam your blade in between the stone and the floor it sat on and pushed. It moved but it didn’t move enough.

You switched from your arm to your foot, knowing you’d always had more strength in your legs.

And THAT WORKED!

Too well, it was now rolling away down the incline at increasing speeds and away from you.

You’d never expected to use your blade skates like this but here you were. Gliding down the smooth concrete incline on blades that curved over the bottom of your feet and knees. As close to the floor as you could possibly get to go as fast as you could. You got there before the ball did, nearly overshooting it over the edge of the floor but you were able to hook yourself before that happened.

You didn't have time to think, just stop the ball. So with blades from your thighs at the ready to stop it and standing in the most grounded and immovable stance, you could muster you braced yourself.

“You really need to have more faith in that quirk of yours Otsuka!” Laccadasey called over the intercom. You opened your eyes to see the ball stopped in front of you with the numbers now flashing green revealing you almost had a full minute and a half of time left and the door behind you opened before you’d even pulled the blades back under your skin.

You moved as fast as you could not even taking time to think about how in the hell you didn't even feel that incredibly heavy ball hit your blades. It had to have stopped automatically on the plate it as designed to land on. That made a lot more sense than you being that strong.

You stood in front of an impossibly bigger room on a platform that was at least five stories above a moat of dark water. What it was surround however was what had all the attention. Large raised platforms that looked like giant books standing up on end with the spines up wards, if books were made out of solid looking stone anyway. Thin, and varying in both height and space between each of them with another platform at the end of the room that looked small in the distance. There had to be at least 30 raised platforms you were guessing that you had to get across.

You waited looking around for some kind of directions, a set of rules, a time limit but the intercom speaker you saw hanging on the wall was silent. Turning to look for anything else like a platform on the side you could run up, that wasn't there but there was another glass wall revealing that everyone was moving to watch this task too. The girl and her friends smiling happy and cheering on the other side of the glass, the encouragement might have helped if you could hear it.

You just decided to cut your losses and go for it.

Jumping from platform to platform gripping on with blades and climbing up before jumping to the next one. The task was pretty straightforward and simple but very exhausting. You hadn’t brought any iron gummies with you and you were getting winded from both overusing your quirk and just the physical work that you had to do climbing up the walls.

You stood at the end of the room in front of the now open door that had been so small minutes ago, doubled over with your hands on your knees and grasping trying to catch your breath. Couldn't this have just been a normal obstacle course with normal things? Has this place never heard of a freaking road climb?!

Apparently not.

You wanted to give up out of pure exhaustion and frustration as you stumbled into the next room to be face to face with a battle bot that was at least three times your size.

You wanted to tell the damn thing to shut up as it started announcing that its systems were operational and informing you that the test would only conclude with you or it being unable to battle.

Not only were you pushing it with your quirk already but you absolutely hated using your quirk to fight, you knew that becoming a hero would mean you had to get over that distaste but you weren’t even enrolled yet and here you were.

You waited for the thing to make its first move, but it didn't. It just stood there as if it was guarding the doors raised up on eight legs like some kind of spider tank love child with a purpose.

You were tired and wanted things to be over with so you just went for it, which was a very bad idea. You soon found yourself slammed down on the ground so hard that it cracked the concrete under you and you were surprised that it didn't crack your skull too. Turns out that spider-tanks legs were all made of some kind of magnetic material so your body literally moved towards them on its own accord. Which was totally cheating in you opinion.

You moved dodging another strike that fractured the ground again and you were lucky you got away despite the fact that the thing was literally magnetically pulling your body towards it.

You had to literally dig blades into the floor for leverage to keep from being pulled under its crushing body.

How in the absolute fuck are you supposed to beat this?!

You were just attempting to not die to be honest and you weren’t doing a very good job of that either.

You were cornered with nowhere to go but over, or under it and with how tired you were there was no way you’d be making a jump like that. You did all you could do and dove under neath it and as you did you saw what would probably be your key to beating the thing.

A latch with a danger electrocution risk sticker plastered on it. If that was the things control or the way that it was creating the magnetic pull it would help either way.

You had to pace yourself, getting another chance to get under it wasn't exactly easy like that thing knew what you saw and was trying to protect it at the same time as it was trying to take you out.

It kept charging and keeping low to the ground.

But it did have a pattern you noticed, it would rear up when it was going to strike it had every single blow that it attempted to hit you with. So all you had to do was time it right.

Once you had your opening though you took it.

You weren’t exactly able to destroy it but a blade about two feet deep as you slid under it seemed to do the trick. As you stood up it didnt move from the spot it had been in standing up ready to break your bones into dust.

A soft buzzing and a beep let you know that the last door was open.

And that you’d passed the test.

[jq37]

So, as you may know, I’ve been thinking about the metaphysical logistics of the wild and never explained premise of Six and it occurs to me that the song Six could provide a pretty good bridge-gap between the historical events and the show canon.

Like, Parr dies (and, even though she’s number 6 in the group, she doesn’t die last, but the afterlife isn’t bound by the linear passage of time) and she wakes up in this weird, half modern-half Renaissance era, almost Oz/Wonderland type place with half-memories and the very strong desire to do something but she doesn’t know what exactly. And she does the wander around thing that heroines in these kind of stories always do and, turns out, Aragon and her sisters are performing in the town that she’s in. Parr sees a poster for it and immediately knows, “I need to go find her.” And she still doesn’t know why because she barely knows who she herself is, let alone who this random nun is. But it’s this deep, instinctual thing, like closing your eyes when you sneeze. No fighting it.

She goes to the show which is straight fire. I mean, you’ve seen Sister Act, right? I don’t need to get into this. Parr tries to figure out how she’s gonna get close enough to get her attention, and get her to talk to her, and what they’d even talk about because–again–she’s going on nothing but her gut. But, during the performance, she meets her eye for, like, a second and there’s this jolt of something that feels like recognition but not quite and it’s very confusing and very strong and evidently mutual because, almost before the show is over, someone (Maria, natch) pulls her aside and is like, “Would you like to come backstage and meet Aragon?” Uh, yeah. Of course.

So they meet (“That’s my name too actually. Small world,”) and Aragon is like, “Do we know each other?” And Parr wants to say no but it doesn’t quite feel like the right answer for some reason. So she says, “I’m not sure. But I felt like, I needed to find you?” And what should be a statement sounds like a question because she’s realizing as she says it that it sounds crazy but, for some reason, the woman just nods slowly like it makes perfect sense. And Parr realizes that the feeling she had like she needed to find someone hasn’t gone away. Someone’s still missing. And she’s broken out of her thoughts by Aragon who’s like, “This is gonna sound crazy but, I think I’m supposed go somewhere with you? Does that make any sense?” And it does and it doesn’t but it’s just one of those days when going with it seems like the play.

That show was, very conveniently (almost suspiciously so), the last show of Aragon’s tour so she has a protesting Maria hold down the fort while she peaces out with the stranger-but-not-a-stranger.

They travel for a bit and Parr truly doesn’t know what she’s doing except moving forward and hoping something sparks and, wouldn’t you know it, she hears someone talking about hot new play in the next town over. A Midsummer’s Night Dream. “The story is good but that new girl Shakespeare hired for the music stuff really put it over the edge. What was her name? Anne something?” Parr’s spidey-sense goes crazy and she knows where they’re going.

Midsummer’s is already a pretty chaotic play but imagine it’s also a musical and someone is DJ-ing the entire way through. It’s, like, a whole Thing. It’s sing-a-long night so there’s more audience participation than usual and Anne is working up the crowd and when she sees them it’s stranger deja-vu times three. At the act break (I know Shakespeare plays have a different act structure than modern musicals, leave me alone, we’re already so off the rails here) she has someone grab them and Anne actually recognizes Aragon for a hot sec. And it’s like, maybe from her performances? But that answer doesn’t feel right. Anne has to go back on but she’s like, “What are you two doing after this?” Funny you should ask.

It’s basically the same deal for the remaining three. Jane is doing her von Trapp thing (I have to assume minus Henry, right? That line in the song is always so weird to me. Like, after all that about how Henry was a little bitch to all your bandmates, you get a chance to do some revisionist history and you’re still married to him? Jane, why?). Anna is living it up at Holbein between tours as, like, executive Rave Mistress or whatever. Howard is a childrens’ music teacher I think (“Three Catherines? OK, this is getting ridiculous”) . She’s young and bright  and beloved (in the proper way this time) and all she does is sing and she loves it.

As they pick up party-members, Wizard of Oz style, memories start coming back all hazy-like, along with the realization that the lives they’re currently living are…not fake exactly. But also not true. Real, but not true. True to what? They’re not sure. But things are coming back stronger and stronger and then they get to Howard and things click and they click and they click and OH. That’s what’s going on here.

And it’s basically like this shared, side-afterlife deal (did y'all see the Lost season finale?) borne from the sheer force of the injustice done to them while they were alive to help them, like, work through it. Same trauma-same afterlife. And, now that Parr has showed up, they more or less have the greenlight to go and, like, Move On. Whatever that means. Which, you know, is appealing. They have family members and kids in some cases they’d like to see and stuff like that.

But Parr is the Writer, right? And she’s the one who’s been placed in this position of finding all these women and getting to know them and seeing how amazing they are and then BAM, she realizes the thing that connects them and she knows. She knows how history works and how its written and being dead-but-not-quite-dead like they are gives you certain knowledge about the living world that you wouldn’t otherwise know and she KNOWS that they will be (they have been, non-linear time is a trip) reduced to HIS wives even though they were all pretty dope by their own merits (and would have been even doper if given the opportunity) which is some straight BS.

And everyone notices she’s looking kinda pensive so they ask about it and she explains what she’s thinking about. Everyone agrees that it’s kind of a bummer but what are they supposed to do about it?

And Parr thinks about what’s happened. And she thinks about the urge she felt to find these people and get them together and it didn’t feel futile. It felt like there was a reason beyond just a depressing realization about their collective legacy. And she thinks about where she found the other girls and she frowns for a second because, no, that’s crazy. But then she smiles, because this whole thing has been crazy so why not? Why the hell not?

“This is gonna sound insane, but I think the universe wants us to start a band.”

-fin-

[happilywithharold]

Masterlist

* = Trigger Warning

** = Mature Audiences Only

{PSA: A lot of these pieces are still under construction. I am working on editing everything from start to finish. Other than that, Enjoy!}

Preferences:

If I Could Fly

The one where it’s about the song by One Direction.

Made in the AM

The one where it’s about the song by One Direction.

He Gets Nervous

The one where the boys each get nervous around you.

He’s Got That One Thing

The one where each member has that one thing that you love the most about them.

He’s Brightens Your Day

The one where each boy goes out of their way to make you feel better.

He Finds You Doing Something You Love

The one where each member catches you in the act of doing something you really are passionate about.

Take Me Home

The one where each boy takes Y/N home.

You Comfort Him

The one where each boy is dealing with a problem, and Y/N helps them.

He Gets Sick

The one where each member gets sick and Y/N takes care of them.

Chores

The one where Y/N and each boy does chores together.

You’re A Writer And He Supports You

The one where each member supports Y/N as a writer.

He Ruins The Mood ** Zayn **

The one where Y/N is on the verge of having sex, but each boy screws up the romance in their own unique ways.

Love Me Like You Do

The one where it’s about the song by Ellie Goulding.

Dating Him Would Be Like…

The one where Y/N finds out what it’s like to date each member.

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

The one where it’s about the song by the Beach Boys.

Dating Him Would Be Like Part 2

The one where Y/N finds out what it’s like to date each member.

One of The Things You Two Have In Common

The one where Y/N and each member find out what connects them.

He Helps You Sleep

The one where Y/N can’t sleep.

Infinity

The one where it’s about the song by One Direction.

You’re That Couple

The one where Y/n and each member are guilty of that obnoxious habit almost every couple has.

Netflix and Chill Alternatives

The one where Y/N and each member would rather do other things than watch Netflix.

Imagines:

Harry Styles:

All We Could Ever Need Part Two

The one where Harry and Y/N's daughter finds them. A collab with niallsstainedcoffeecup!

Dress Up Part Two

The one where Harry and Y/N are divorced, and Harry is ready to move on.

Intoxicated **

The one where Y/N and Harry finds Louis' stash.

And I'd Still Be A Fool Part Two

The one where Harry doesn't want to marry Y/N.

When In Rome Part 2

The one where Y/N and Harry meet in Rome.

Heatwave

The one where a heatwave hits, and Y/N and Harry have to weather the storm.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You

The one where Harry is spontaneous and wants to see the world with you.

Love Me Tender

The one where something keeps you up at night, and Harry comforts you.

Just Because

The one where Y/N and Harry reunite after a harsh breakup.

Album No. 2

The one where Harry gets stressed over the second album.

A Million Years

The one where Y/N finds out she is pregnant.

Too Much To Bear *

The one where Harry asks for a divorce.

One Night Stand

The one where Y/N attempts to have a one night stand with Harry.

Sycamore Tree

The one where it’s about the song by the Hunna.

You.

The one where Harry keeps fighting for you to go out with him.

Angels

The one where Y/N and her daughter’s soccer coach are together.

Consequences Part 2

The one where it’s about the song by Camila Cabello

Tell Me You Love Me

The one where Y/N finds it hard to commit.

Better *

The one where Y/N has a drug addiction.

Everything Is Yours

The one where Y/N and Harry play Would You Rather.

Sandcastles

The one where it’s about the song by Beyonce Knowles

Sing *

The one where Harry can’t sing anymore, and the missus tries to comfort him.

I’m Sorry Part 2

The one where Harry keeps in contact with Y/N even though they are broken up, but it complicates things.

Remember Us Part 2

The one where Y/N and Harry try coparenting despite their issues.

Never Again **

The one where Y/n and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

Curtains Closed *

The one where someone threatens Y/N’s life.

Against All Odds Part 2

The one where love outweighs hate.

Picture This

The one where privilege prevents Y/N from giving the poor baker a chance.

Some Day

The one where Harry is still a struggling musician.

Broken

The one where Harry admits to cheating.

Addicted

The one where Y/N and Harry can’t get enough of each other.

Love Has No Age

The one where Harry thinks Y/N is too immature.

Winter Warmth

The one where Harry tries to cut Y/N in line.

Safe and Sound *

The one where Y/N comes clean about her past.

Promise Me

The one where Y/N makes Harry a promise.

Break A Leg Part 2

The one where Y/N is nervous about her performance, but Harry helps her.

For You, I Will

The one where Y/N loses someone special.

Greenlight

The one where Harry is being a cheeky little bastard.

Overdue Rainchecks

The one where Y/N has to call off her plans with Harry again.

Stockholm Syndrome

The one where Y/N falls in love with her handsome captor.

Fireflies and Muffins

The one where Y/N and Harry reunite after ten years apart.

Love Me or Leave Me Part 2

The one where it’s about the song by Little Mix.

When Midnight Strikes

The one where Y/N is Harry’s mistress.

The Winter Girlfriend

The one where Y/N is labeled as Harry’s next seasonal play thing.

Public Confrontations *

The one where Y/N and Harry run into her ex.

Holiday Blues Part 2

The one where Y/N cheats on Harry.

All That Matters

The one where Harry’s family doesn’t like Y/N.

Santa, Baby **

The one where Harry dresses up as Santa.

Home Alone

The one where Harry surprises Y/N.

Unworthy *

The one where Harry finds out about Y/N’s low self-esteem.

More Than This Part 2

The one where Harry fails to support Y/N.

Niall Horan:

Hiccups

The one where Niall helps heal Y/N.

Starstruck

The one where Y/N and her band are the opening act for One Direction, and she finds out Niall has a little crush.

The End **

The one where Niall and Y/N say their goodbyes.

Louis Tomlinson:

Accidents Happen

The one where Y/N gets into a car accident.

Never * Part 2 *

The one where Y/N miscarries.

90's R&B Love Song Series

The one where we celebrate the awesomeness that is being black!

I Will Always Love You

A Lullaby for Julian Series:

The one where Y/N and Harry can’t be together.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Mommy & Daddy Series:

The one where Y/N and Harry become parents.

Something Great

Smooth Sailing

Muppet

Beautiful

Nightmares and Momzillas The Greatest Love There’s Hope In A Name

[kpop-goestheweasel]

Could I ask for maybe a mini scenario about how B.A.P would react to you having menstral cramps? Thanskk! Love your stuff

I’m still here. I’m still alive. I’m still working on things. Not having a computer really has put a damper on things, but once taxes come back, I’ll hopefully be able to get a new computer. Fingers crossed. Anyway, thanks for your request! Hope this fits what you were looking for [:

Yongguk: You laid with your head on his lap as you watched a movie together. It was the first day of your monthly friend’s visit and you were really feeling it. Yongguk had already noticed your fatigue so he had announced a nice lazy day together and broke out the chocolate you had hidden away from yourself last week. He never ceased to remind you why your heart belonged to him.

The warmth of his leg pressed against your cheek and the comfort of his thumb brushing over your arm was slowly lulling you into a deep relaxation; the movie slowly fading out of your attention as you warred over letting yourself succumb to the slumber that was beckoning you. But just as you were about to let your eyes flutter closed and your body relax, your uterus decided there was no better time to suddenly punch you from the inside out.Hissing on an intake of breath, you immediately jolted up and clenched yourself into a ball on the couch beside your boyfriend. The sudden movement and obvious pain in your demeanor had Bang’s attention immediately. His hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly as he scooted closer to try and see your face to determine just how serious the situation was. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” Your heart warmed at his concern. It always touched you to be on the receiving end of his never-ending care and compassion. Even with your lower abdomen imploding on itself, you couldn’t help but to smile to yourself. And just as quickly as it had come, the cramping faded away and you relaxed into your man’s embrace, shifting your smile of gratitude to him.“I’m fine; just being a girl,” you quipped before stealing a quick kiss for good measure. “You’ve already been super sweet and made things a lot easier. But since you offered… you wanna take my uterus for the week?” you teased.

Yongguk gave a hearty chuckle and offered a gummy smile as he wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t think I’d get along any better with it. You should probably hold onto it for safekeeping. We might want to use it in the future.” The insinuation in his words were not lost on you and you found yourself melting into him once again.Though your uterus was pretty angry at the moment and giving you a hard time, you certainly did look forward to eventually using it someday… especially with the man that currently held you in his arms.

–Yongguk will be one that will be super understanding during this time and do his best to help make you a little more comfortable, but he’s not particularly going to bend over backwards to do so. He’ll be level headed and ready to lend some support whether it’s emotional or otherwise. Still, he won’t baby you too much since you’ve obviously gone through cycles before him and survived; though, it will bother him to an extent to see you in pain and not be really able to do anything about it.

Himchan: You’ll admit it. For one week each month, you’re the whiny one of the couple. But it’s truly within good reason. Who wouldn’t be when their insides were practically tearing themselves apart and draining from yourself? Then again, as miserable as this time always was, there was also a silver lining to it.

“Here Jagiya, I got a fresh hot pack, and it’s been long enough to take more painkillers or muscle relaxers if you need. Did you want me to get you fresh water? Or do you want juice instead?”You smiled at Himchan as he scurried into the room and quickly changed out the hot pack sitting on your lower abdomen. It was this time of month when the roles between the two of you reversed and instead of him being the whiny -albeit lovable- princess, he became your knight in shining armor, ready to do anything and everything in his power to make you as comfortable as he could.

Silently, you watched him run about as he adjusted this around the room specifically for your comfort. He placed a bottle of muscle relaxers beside a fresh glass of juice and picked up the empty ice cream carton to throw away. You couldn’t help but to admire not only how doting he was but also just how many little details he remembered of things you like during this time of month. You didn’t have to ask for a single thing. He had everything you needed or wanted as soon as you mentioned your impending misery.  Whether this was to avoid another traumatic experience like the first time he endured a menstrual cycle with you, or because he genuinely cared; which honestly you were pretty sure it was the later, it was nice to be completely worry free and get to focus solely on overcoming the discomfort of being a woman.

–And here is the other end of the spectrum. As soon as he detects even the slightest bit of pain, Mama Himchan makes an appearance and you can be sure you’ll be well taken care of for the duration of your monthly. He’ll be super intuitive and you’ll get to see just how caring this man can be. And as hard as it is for him to see you in pain and as extensive as he may get in his care for you, he’ll still have a decently chill demeanor to him throughout.

Daehyun: “Jagiya?” You could hear your boyfriend’s voice loud and clear as soon as he entered your apartment. Even though you were feeling pretty cruddy from your little friend, you couldn’t help but to smile knowing your favorite person had decided to ignore you when you told him not to bother coming over because you weren’t feeling too awesome. Turning off the water of the bath with your foot as you continued to lazily soak amongst the slowly disappearing bubbles, you called back to him and let him know where you were. Seconds later there was a light knock on the door before he peeked his head in and gave a small, concerned smile in greeting. “You said you weren’t feeling well.” His smile faded into a frown and your heart nearly burst at his cute puppy-like face.

Lifting a hand, you gestured him into the bathroom. “Just girl things,” you replied, offering a reassuring smile as he registered what you meant.

Stepping into the bathroom, he closed the door behind himself to ensure the warm air of the small room wouldn’t escape. Your smile widened as he licked his lips hesitantly. “Can I join you?” he asked, gesturing to the tub. As soon as you nodded in reply, he started shedding his clothes and soon enough he slipped into the tub behind you then gently pulled you back so you rested against his chest. “I’m sorry you have to go through that,” he spoke as his hands gently moved over your body, coaxing your muscles to relax. There was something incredibly domestic and sweet about simply sharing a bath with no sexual intentions to it. You found yourself falling even harder for him as his lips gently pressed to your shoulder. “Should I order pizza or chicken?” he questioned, pulling a hand from you to reach for his phone that sat on the toilet just outside the tub. Your smile widened all the more.“Both,” you answered, grinning.He chuckled behind you and laid another loving kiss atop your head. “That’s my girl.”

-Dae’s just going to take your state as another greenlight to be all the more affectionate. You can be you’ll be spoiled and well cared for during this time; but let’s be real, it’s probably not going to be much different than how he is with you all the time. Still, he’ll probably tone down his energy a bit and show more of his sentimental side, proving all the more how intuitive he can be.

Youngjae: “Youngjaaaaaaaaaaaae,” you whined as you curled up on the couch beside him and rested your head on his shoulder.Your boyfriend didn’t even flinch as his sole focus remained on the videogame he was playing. “No,” he replied with his usual snarkiness, guessing from your tone that you were about to suck up to him to get him to do something he wasn’t going to enjoy. As soon as he spoke the word, he prepared for a punch in the arm or a returned remark to ‘put him in his place’, but your returned silence caught him by surprise and earned you his full attention. Pausing the game, he glanced at you and instantly frowned as he found you clenching your eyes tightly shut and holding onto yourself. He knew what that expression meant and his game quickly lost all thought. Turning to you, he wrapped his arms around you and held you, wishing he could take the pain for you. “If you’re in so much pain, why’d you get out of bed?” he scolded lightly as he petted your hair softly.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at him with a little pout. “You weren’t there and laying in bed all day is boring.” You could literally watch his resolve crumble. As hard as he tries not to be overly affectionate or corny, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand.“Fine. Find something to watch or play while I get you some tea.” He gave a little sigh as if put out by the task, but you knew his ‘annoyance’ was just for show. It was amusing how even after all this time together he still felt the need to put on his little facade of ‘big tuff guy’ even though you knew he was a total squishy sweetheart. He never fails to make sure you’re well cared for. Like the first time he experienced your menstrual cramps, while he thought you weren’t looking he looked up remedies to help you and quickly found that some chamomile tea quickly puts your body -angry uterus included- at ease and some distraction quickly shoves the pain to the back of your mind. As uncomfortable as you are in your body over the week, you kind of looked forward to this time of the month simply because it always included the best bonding with your boyfriend.

–Though he’ll try to act like it’s not a big deal and throw a little remark here and there about how you’re a big baby and you’re lucky he loves you so much, he really hates seeing you in pain and will definitely make efforts to relieve your pain on the downlow. He doesn’t want to admit how wrapped around your finger he is, but his girl definitely earns herself a special place in his heart.

Jongup: A low groan fell from the slumbering boy’s plump lips as he slowly filters to reality. His arm lazily reaches out for the warmth that had been beside him the night before, but finding the other side of the bed cool and empty quickly pulled him to the world of consciousness. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand lazily through his hair as he pulled himself from the bed to stumble into the living room in search of you.

You sat on the couch with morning cartoons playing quietly, a warm pack lying on your lower abdomen. Your attention shifted to him as he entered with a raised brow. “Cramps. I didn’t want to wake you,” you explained, knowing all too well how much that boy loved his sleep.Again, he only gave a nod and trudged to the kitchen. You glanced after him, curious of his intentions, but in your current state you really couldn’t be bothered to get up to see. Instead, you relaxed back into the couch and returned your attention to the cartoons you honestly weren’t really paying attention to to begin with.Minutes later he returned somehow balancing two bowls of cereal and a cup of hot cocoa. After handing you one bowl and setting the other on the coffee table along with the cup, he shuffled back to the kitchen and returned with another cup of warm sweetness. Motioning for you to sit up a bit, he sat on the couch behind you for you to lean on while you both ate.

A few bites in, another rather painful cramp clenched you from the inside out and you gave a little groan of pain. The sound caught your boyfriend’s attention and he gave a frown before quickly finishing his cereal and sat in on the coffee table to free his hands. Laying one over you, he gently massaged your stomach. “Stop hurting my girlfriend,” he mumbled groggily, giving your lower abdomen a little glare. You smiled to yourself and glanced up at your ever so unique boyfriend thinking about how you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

–Jongup will definitely have his own way of taking care of you. He won’t necessarily go out of his way to do so, but he will make sure you’re comfortable for the most part. Not going to lie, there will be some awkward moments with him not knowing exactly what to do or say. That’s really just part of his charm, no? He’ll basically resort to doing whatever would make him feel better kind of figuring it’d do some good at least.

Zelo: You giggled as the both of you playfully danced together in one of the practice rooms at the company. He later had practice with the group, but for the time being had time to kill, so you joined him to catch a little one-on-one time while you could.After twirling you around himself, Zelo swooped you back, trying to mock a sensual dance move, but the sudden pull caused an unfavorable stretch that riled up a little tantrum from your already sensitive girl parts. You gave a little gasp and tensed at the sudden jolt of pain which your boyfriend instantly noticed and in a moment of panic, thinking that he had hurt you, he loosened his hold and nearly dropped you in the process. You’re just lucky he realized his mistake and had quick enough reflexes to catch you before you hit the floor. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, staring down at you with a mixed expression of concern and guilt. You couldn’t help but to smile at the sweet boy and place a hand on his cheek.“I’m fine,” you promised him as he pulled you back up to your feet. His expression hadn’t changed much, still worrying over the obvious pain you had encountered. You gave a little giggle and patted his cheek adoringly. “I’m just a little sensitive to certain movements right now,” you explained, rubbing your lower abdomen with your other hand to hint at what you were talking about. But that cute giant was not picking up what you were putting down and only raised a questioning brow at you. Holding back a sigh, you elaborate a bit more. “I’m bleeding.” You swear you could have facepalmed as you watched the alarm instantly flare over his features. He took a step back to inspect you to find the wound you spoke up. With a smirk you shook your head. “You’re not going to find where I’m bleeding from.” His eyes returned to yours as he raised a brow. This time you simply stared back and let him work out what you were talking about himself. It didn’t take long for the realization to fall over him and his mouth formed a small ‘o’ before he grimaced at the thought of it. Giving him a pout, you lightly punched him in the arm. “Don’t give me that gross face. I can’t help it,” you whined at him.It was his turn to give a chuckle as he pulled you against his chest, melting a little bit at the size difference between the both of you. “I know. My poor baby,” he cooed teasingly, earning himself another light punch as you rested your cheek against his hard chest, relishing in his warmth that surrounded you and made you feel like nothing in the world could get to you right then. “How ‘bout we go upstairs to the studio and watch youtube videos or a movie until practice?” he suggested, still keeping his hold firm.

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head up to look at him, resting your chin against his chest. “Can we order some chicken too?” Playing up your ‘poor’ state, you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes just to play with him a little more. You watch his lips pull to a crooked grin before he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.“You can have whatever you want.” Pulling back to look down at you he narrowed his eyes a little. “Within reason,” he added, knowing full well you were probably going to milk it for all its worth.

–Not going to lie, his youth may show a little during this time. You may receive a little ‘gross’ or sour face when he learns of your state, but in turn, he’ll also pretty much cater to your every whim. Though he doesn’t quite understand just how uncomfortable this time of month is, he does get that it’s not super easy for you so you’ll get all sorts of sympathy from him and he’ll be up for doing whatever he can to make it better for you. Go ahead and milk it because honestly, he’ll like taking care of you and getting to be the one to baby someone else for a change.

[fred-frederator-studios]

“My absolute dream is to create my own television show.”

Sometimes I’ll get an email from someone who likes what Frederator does and would like to know something about the cartoon business. In this case it’s a college senior in an animation program (who’d corresponded with me when he was in high school) who’s working on his senior thesis film and would like to create his own series someday. 

These questions were really good and reflected some of the issues that many students from outside the industry are concerned with when their only insight comes from reading. In this case I felt like the inquiries were a little too concerned with the ‘how’ of selling a series. 

Here are the questions and my answers. 

As a bonus, I’m adding some smart thoughts from Frederator’s Eric Homan, our head of development and creative affairs.

How is Frederator specifically able to take what is intended to be a 15-30 minute episode and shorten it into 2-3 minutes while keeping the integrity of the story/implying a larger universe within the possible show?

We never do what you’re suggesting.

1) Frederator asks for a 6 minute cartoon short pitch (that is, when we're in a cycle of shorts production like Oh Yeah! or Too Cool! or GO! Cartoons). It's not a random length, it's approximately how the great theatrical shorts were produced and I've always figured, steal from the greatest. If it were completely in my control, I'd always make 6 minute cartoons, but most of the world wants 11s. That being said, we want to know there are great characters we love, and a filmmaker who has control of his/her situation on film.

2) As a producer who wants to see the most for the least, I've tried to do 2-3 minute cartoons for 25 years. Filmmakers resist, as do my smarter-than-me development colleagues, correctly, because in three minutes it's way harder for one to truly get a sense of character (the most important thing, in our opinion). A short film like that tends towards the punch line, the gag, which, while it can be hilarious, gives you no sense of how the character behaves, what it wants, how it really moves throughout a film.

3) The one time we agreed to produce a 20 minute storyboard and cut it down for 6 minute production there was really a problem (the first Powerpuff Girls short). What had been a clean, coherent story was truncated, almost impossible to follow. Almost killed the potential series.

I would suggest that you don't want a film to be anything but the greatest it can be for whatever format you choose. If it’s going to be two or three minutes, try and map out the greatest two minute cartoon you can muster. 

Don't think about what it could be in another format. You'll inevitably fail at both.

I have two characters in my series who would occur in every episode of my theoretical show and be extremely important. I also believe these characters have not only mascot capability, but toy line possibilities in this magical theoretical world in which my show were to get picked up.

Stop worrying about the "pick up." Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't. Make a great f-ing film, full stop. That's the most likely thing to help your future, a wonderful picture. Sure, it's possible your characters are wonderful enough for a future (it's happened a few times for creators we work with, but it's extremely rare, maybe 1%. 1%! But showing you're a talented filmmaker gives you the most opportunity. 

I’ll add that a lot of creators are convinced of the “toy line possibilities” of their cartoon characters. But you know, if the cartoon doesn’t succeed, there are no toys. And even if it does, successful cartoons often don’t translate into toy sales. Seriously. 

Should I get rid of these characters in my thesis and focus on a good short film, or is it worth it to take the time to keep them in, as a way to help the producers better visualize the dynamic of the show?

Stop with the worrying about producers. Create a great short. See above.

OR would telling any producer this much detail just scare them off?

I would only be repeating myself.

Also, I was wondering about pitch meetings; first off, how does one go about getting a pitch meeting?

You call every development department at every studio or network you can locate and ask for a meeting. Some will see you (like Frederator), many won't. If they do, you'll be ask to sign a legal release that says they’ve probably seen characters and ideas like your before (it's true, though very few believe it) and you won't sue if something similar turns up in a production schedule 1000 years from now.

I realize that it is a lot of who you know, but what kind of channels should I take to go about getting my work out there?

A lot of it is who you know. But, an email address on YouTube will net you 1 billion potential viewers around the world. A few of them are producers or development executives. They’re even some watching other video platforms.

Festivals, local animation events, conferences are good places to expand the "who you know" category.

My favorite advice, which all filmmakers reject, is to get a low level job at a studio to meet people who have trod the same path as you're going to go on. They've all been there and, in my experience, are incredibly generous with new generations of ambitious, hard working people. There really are worse routes to travel.

Should I get an agent, or try to crowd source it, in hopes that it gains traction?

You should try everything. It can be frustrating and painful, but what's great that isn't?

Should I submit it to the New York pilot episode film festival? If that's a good route, are there any other festivals you would recommend me submitting to, or are those submission fees just a waste of money?

Try everything and anything. You have nothing to lose, everything to gain.

Finally, let's say I find a genie and use one of my wishes for a pitch meeting? How many ideas for the series should I walk in with, to show I'm passionate about this project, while not scaring them off or making the producer feel like they can't get their hands in it?

If producers are scared of you, they're not the producers for you. My personal advice is to go in with the project you most believe in. Since it's unlikely (not impossible) you're going to sell it anyway, gauge how producers feel about the thing you feel best about. If they don't understand it, they're not for you. On the other hand, their critiques could be useful, if you're open enough to actually hear it.

Should I tell them about toy ideas or an app idea that could partner very nicely with the show? Or should I leave those ideas for later and keep them in my pocket?

Up to you. As I wrote up above, my experience is that many creators are positive the toys are going to be major sellers (seldom true with comedies, by the way) and honestly, at the initial stage, I could care less. We're focused on whether or not we want to work with the creator, is the film going to glorious, do we love the characters. The more someone has thought about merch, in my mind (probably untrue) the less they've thought about the actual film.

>>>>>>

(Even better) advice from Frederator’s Eric Homan: 

If you're interested in being a successful cartoon creator, maybe research your favorite animators, cartoonists, and artists and find out how they trained and got to where they are today. While there isn't one true path to success, you'll sure find some commonalities that should help you along the way. For instance, you should really work on those drawing and filmmaking skills. You don't have to be the best artist in the world, but if you look at your favorite cartoons—and most successful ones—you'll probably find most were created by cartoonists.

Today, with streaming services and the Internet, past constraints in which properties need to fit—including demographics and length of not only episodes but also in "seasons"—are falling by the wayside. Every executive will ask you how you envision your work being told, but more and more we're seeing what works best for your story and characters dictate length, not the other way around.

Frederator is focused on falling in love with characters. If there's anything in a pitch that overwhelms them, consider scaling back the non-character elements or work on your characters. Probably both. You want to give executives just enough to get them excited to see more, or enough that she can then pitch the idea to her boss. Like Winston Churchill said, "A good speech should be like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover the subject and short enough to create interest.”

Not working for a toy-driven studio, I tune out when creators being to talk about merchandise. If you're pitching to studio where merchandise is a key factor to a “yes,” I can pretty much guarantee you the folks you're pitching to will have a strong sense of what properties are better for toys and such.

I would always start with just one pitch, your favorite. This is especially true for new people in the room, whether creators or executives. The feedback you receive on that one pitch will help you craft your second.

In general always being working on the those non-creative things, too, that will make executives want to work with you, including responsibility, relationships, and resume. 

[rescueonefinancialnet]

The Right Thing......07/02/2021

Going through the motions like I've always wanted, but isnt what I needed. What I needed was someone to stand by me like how I need to stand by them. I read a qoute somewhere...

"Discipline isnt what you need right now...Discipline is about patience and what you need later."

Decisions that I've been making has soley been based off of the hype of life. I refused to believe myself whenever I looked in the mirror thinking that it was you that was my safe haven. As time progresses on...me trying to figure out who I am versus who I've been for these last several years.

You may think that I've been putting on a mask so then you could turn into my direction...but I wonder...what is it that you see when you look at me? A sheep in wolves clothing? A someone who is trying to help by any means necessary for the greater good.

Let me spill out all the things that we have been thinking because I am tired being the wrong thing for the wrong reasons. I dont want to be like your ex boyfriend. No matter how much your unconcluded emotions about him still lingers inside of you.

You try to find the right thing like we all do...something that either upholds "truth" and "message" above the self lies that we tell ourselves. Please dont get this confused monkey that the reasons why I love you isnt because of the attention, fortune or fame. I love you because I see right through the very mask that you have worked so hard to build. You dance as if you dont have a single care in the world.

Setting all your ducks in a row...you say that song, music and dance is your life. My love...what happens when a day comes when everybody scatters like roaches? When I am still standing on the very same dance floor that you pretend and refuse to act like you dont see me...

I know that the people close to you...recognizes that you see me and that I see you...and yet everyone around is pretends with a fake smiling hoping that I will eventually walk away. I dont want to be the one to tell you, but what if...the loved ones in your life are no longer at the point of protecting you? What if at this point...they have grown so fond of the "protection" it's literally became an invisible prison?

I see the way you look at your loved ones with such glee. But, what is that you see when you look at the mirror to your own reflection? Are you still smiling then? Does what you aee go beyond the physicality of your own displeasure? By all means, you are God's master piece. The source of all things has made you just the way you are...so when you tell the universe to "keep smiling"...you are essentially speaking to yourself...

Eventually, one day when you said it to yourself enough...you'll actually believe yourself? I operate pretty much the same way...what's the point to build self indulgence if at the end of all this...is nothing but death and destruction? Is there ever really a light at the end of the tunnel...or a we the answer that we have been looking for?

I dont know what you have been through, but what you have shared openly about. But, what I know is no matter how much you are addicted to the pain and sex of it...you mirrored images that "hate" into something else. Your outward expression in your drawings...or writing? Your songs?

While crowds of millions cheer over your broken heart...the greenlight never seems to satisfy what you hide so dearly...why hired security gaurds and the ones that "protect" you. Only want to keep you in check. Trust me...listening to other people tell me what is best for me...

I learned to defy the universes plea bargain as if...settling down to others games...as they roll the dice on each others lives. Very sad indeed...for every birthday...every wish that you make...hoping for some kind of "freedom".

You weren't running away from a dark past...you were running away from yourself...hoping that one day...if the "old" you comes back...that you can finally face whatevers coming to you head on.

Beyond all the traveling...hugs...hand shakes...materials...money...laughter...tears and anger. What matters the most to YOU at the end of the day?

Well hopefully doing the right thing could probably help, right? Who says that giving food to a homeless person versus the money that they could have to get a new high isnt actually what these people needed?

Camera shot after camera shot...we all could lose what we "have" tomorrow...is this life just a sick little game? We live in a small world...a lot smaller than we all think...We are either just big boned or hard headed to think that each and everyone of us are the center of the universe.

That each and everyone of us are destined for greatness...buy a home...get married.. have kids...go bankrupt because someone says out of no where that we owe them money...lose the house then become put into a massive amount of debt for our families to only pay for a half assed funeral...

Dont mean to be the pessimist in the situation but the brighter side to all this is love. I truely do think in the midst of the greatest evil...only love can overcome evil. I have it tattood on my arm in your template.

Whether if this is a crazed obsession like that I had when I was a teenager with my first girlfriend or the fact that I asked you out after seeing you the second time in years...may seem a little to hastey...but from one introvert to another...what are we fighting for? Why are giving this silent war its propaganda?

Who are we trying to impress or fool here? Everyone else or ourselves?

So, long story short...who says what is right or what is considered to be the wrong decision? Am I trying to hard to show you that we are made for each other? Or am I once again speaking crazy?

Neither here nor there...i really do hope one day...we can have at least ONE sit down...and just communicate with each other...because being near you and never getting to speak to you is killing me. While everyone else around me is testing me...as if I am some kind of spy that is trying to ruin your whole operation..when really everyone else is trying to give you reasons to stay away from what you really need...a space for your sanity.

Very Respectfully,

Neek0😞

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[swanderful1]

A Cold Awakening: 25/25

Summary:  Modern crime AU. Twenty years have gone by since Storybrooke was shaken to the core by a gruesome crime that went unsolved. Sheriff David Nolan and his partner, daughter Emma are forced to revisit the crime. At the same time, Killian Jones and his older brother Liam have been drawn back to the town they had longed to never see again, struggling to find their own answers. As taunting notes and clues show up they are taken on a journey to finally bring justice for the Jones family. And Emma Nolan finds herself caught in a situation more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.

Notes: Well here it is, the final chapter.  I can't believe it's coming to an end, this story has been my baby for the past two years until I finally worked up the courage to put it on here. I am forever grateful for the kind and supportive responses that I have had on this story, makes it a bit easier to put my work out there. Feel free to leave comments or messages or whatever. I love hearing from people, even if it is the end. Thanks so much for taking the time to read!!!!  I hope to have something in the works again in January after a bit of a break. Stay tuned for that if you're interested!

Forever appreciative of all the support. Happy holidays to everyone, hope they're filled with lots of love!

Banner art done by the lovely @shady-swan-jones

The whole story can be found on AO3 and ffnet !!!

Disclaimer: All rights to OUAT

Rating: M

Word Count: ~11,000

One Year Later: October, 2018

Six months had gone by since Emma had given birth to a seven pound, four ounce, beautiful baby girl. One that now slept in her arms as Emma rocked back and forth in the same chair she had held Henry in fourteen years ago. Dragged out of storage for their new house, it was one of the few things Emma kept from when Henry was a baby. The blue floral rocking chair now belonged in his little sister’s room.

Anna Faith Jones.

Anna because it was a simple, classic name Killian and Emma had both agreed on (and the closest Emma would get to letting Killian name the baby after her… having 2 Emma’s in the house was just out of the question). Then, Faith because it was the Latin meaning of the name Moira.

Princess, the dog, was at Emma’s feet. She slept in the baby’s room as well, normally under the crib. As much as the dog had initially belonged to Killian, it was clear she had an unmatched loyalty to both Henry and Anna. Going back and forth between their bedrooms at night, watching as Henry caught the school bus each day, standing under Emma at the sink when she bathed Anna as if to catch the baby if she fell.

“Love, why don’t you let her rest in the crib for a while.” Emma looked up to see Killian in the doorway of the baby’s room. The light was dim, a faint yellow glow from the lamp on the table next to where Emma sat. Even still Killian’s face looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes growing to be a deep purple. The normal stubble on his face a full beard now.

Whoever said building a new house while pregnant was a good idea, was actually insane (she had, it was entirely her idea). The whole process had been far more work than anything she or Killian had ever tackled in their lives.

Choosing a kitchen backsplash between ultrasounds.

Rushing to meet the contractor for an emergency lighting decision after the baby shower.

Prioritizing the nursery to be finished before any other part of the house.

Moving herself, Killian, Henry, the baby, and the dog into a brand new home a month after giving birth.

However, it was all worth it the second Emma stepped into her new home. Their new home. The sprawling blue victorian, with the giant front porch and turret, the structure facing the ocean so they had a view of the beach every day. All of the things they had talked about the day they had come here for the first time. When it was nothing more than a grass field. Every faucet, every piece of furniture, every doorway, was there because of Emma and Killian. Making the exhausting process worth it when Emma was able to walk through the front door and into their vision. The deep brown wood floors, with large area rugs so the baby could crawl on a soft surface. The marble kitchen, with white cabinets and a breakfast nook. The cozy living room that was now littered with toys and blankets and baby gates. The bedroom she and Killian shared, though most nights they found themselves falling asleep in Anna’s room. Their child hardly slept, rarely cried but wouldn’t sleep. She was always awake. So when she did sleep, Emma or Killian took full advantage and passed out on the nearest pillow.

“I just don’t want to disturb her,” Emma whispered to Killian, and he smiled, walking over to where Emma rocked. He sat down on the ottoman in front of the chair, Emma noticing up close that his gray Oxford t-shirt was on inside out.

“Why don’t you let me take over, and you can get ready for tomorrow,” he suggested after pressing a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

Tomorrow. Emma’s first day doing field work. In her first few months working there, Emma had laid low. The buzz from the trial and the Jones case still fresh, she needed to be on the back burner for a while. Then after the baby, Elsa had been kind enough to let Emma do office paperwork when she had returned. Knowing that her job of chasing down criminals wasn’t your normal 9 to 5, and that Emma wanted at least some stability during the early months of having a newborn. It wasn’t like this when Emma had Henry, she had no choice, she was 19 years old, she had to work whatever job she had. But now she was older, and had enough money saved that she could take more time…

Killian noticed Emma hesitate, slowly she handed the baby to him. As per usual he held Anna with the utmost of care before setting the sleeping child in her crib.

“Come now, love,” Killian said taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. “By my calculations we have a full forty five minutes before she wakes up again.”

Emma followed him out of the room, their bodies tired from sleep deprivation so they moved a bit slower these days. Killian had returned to work almost immediately after the baby was born. Being that he could make his own schedule, his job wasn’t as risky as Emma’s, and he also wasn’t breastfeeding. A task she had given up about one month in to Anna’s life, switching to formula. Nevertheless Killian was highly involved as a parent, despite his work in therapy he was still terrified that somehow he would wake up one day and turn into his father.

“I know you’re nervous about returning to work…” He still held her hand, leading Emma to the master bathroom off of their bedroom. A gorgeous, spa-like place that had been mostly neglected for their first few months in the house. There wasn’t much time to utilize the jacuzzi tub when there was hardly five minutes to shower. “But everything here will be taken care of…”

His hands on her shoulder led her to the part of the room with the tub. A white, porcelain masterpiece that, at the moment was surrounded by soft pink flowers and candles.

“Killian…” she stammered, completely floored by how beautiful their bathroom looked. As of late the tub had become a dumping ground for dirty clothes and towels. “When did you…?”

“While you were with the little one, I figured you could use a bit of time,” he whispered in her ear. “The baby monitor is right there, so we will hear the second she makes a peep, love.”

Emma spun in his arms, looking up at his tired, smiling face. She reached up and caressed his cheek, still feeling the spark that burned beneath her touch to him. Even sleep deprived, hair a knotty mess, sweatpants, and absolutely no makeup Emma found herself yearning for him.

“We should get in, the water will run cold and the baby will be up in about forty one minutes now,” he joked, pulling Emma’s hair from the bun on top of her head. It fell in curls down her back as she stripped in front of him. She was well aware her body was no longer what it was before the baby. Her breasts swollen and heavy, her legs untoned, her stomach with faint stretch marks. As of one week ago she had gone back to running, on day’s when Killian worked from home and could watch Anna while she went.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he said once he had removed his clothes as well. Killian took slow, measured steps toward her, his arms snaking around her effortlessly. “Yesterday, today, every day.”

Emma felt her cheeks redden. Despite the fact that they had been given the greenlight to have sex again months ago, she was different now. When they had met, she had been a mother on her own for years. Killian and Henry got along very well, luckily. But now they had a child together as well.

“I love you,” Emma said leaning in to kiss him. Their lips melted together, getting carried away in a kiss that could only be described as heated. Killian, without missing a beat, lifted Emma and wrapped her legs around his waist. She let out a giggle at the surprise. Then gently he lowered them together in the warm waters of the bathtub.

Emma straddled him in the water, letting the lavender bath bomb create a layer of film on the surface. Her lips pressed against his, and his mouth opened granting her access to his tongue. They played with each other for a while. Their hands exploring one another, whispering each other’s names, messing around like two teenagers in the back of a car. Her hands slowly gravitated toward his now hardened length that rested between them.

“Emma, darling, if you don’t slow down…” he breathed between kisses, Emma not really listening. Her hand grabbing on to his length. Her core ached for him, and he was so close. Their damp skin pressed to each other.

“Need you… now….” she begged, her teeth claiming his bottom lip. Without another word he aligned himself to her entrance, surging forward into her where her walls clenched around him.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned once inside of her. “So incredible.”

Emma’s heart raced, he felt just as good. But he needed to move, she needed friction, her arousal making her desperate for him. Hands wrapped around his neck, they began to grind against one another, so roughly that the waters of the tub began to fly out the sides.

“That’s it…” she moaned. “Killian….”

Emma threw her head back, arching her back for a different angle. Killian went deeper, not asking for permission before quickening the pace. Their breath heavy they kept up with each other. Killian’s mouth nipping and biting down her neck to her breasts.

“Mmmm,” a deep humming growl sounded from Killian’s throat. The sound that made Emma even more turned on in almost seconds. “You taste like cinnamon…”

Emma smirked, the feeling of his mouth on her skin it was right. The bite of his teeth, the caress of his lips. He was just the right amount of pleasure and pain. With each thrust of their grinding hips she felt herself climbing higher and higher. As much as she knew they didn’t have the luxury of dragging this out, she wanted so badly to linger in the moments before her climax.

The moment when she and Killian ceased kissing, as they did right now, and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fall for me, darling,” he whispered, continuing to roll his hips into her. His cock filling her to the brim as she gave way to him. “That’s it, love… take it….”

She did as he said, milking him of all he had in him. Her walls fluttering around him as they crashed down together.

Their breath was heavy in the air. The thick inhale and exhale that could only come from that kind of physical exertion. That had by far been the best round since the baby. Not that it had ever been bad, they certainly knew how to push each other’s buttons at this point. But especially in the first few weeks of their return to sexual encounters, Killian had been so tender with Emma. Scared to push too hard or hurt her in any way. He wouldn’t even touch her breasts until he was sure she wouldn’t be breast feeding anymore.

Emma’s legs still straddled Killian, her body resting on top of his, her ear on his chest listening to his quickened heartbeat.

“What are you so afraid of, my love?” he asked her after their breathing had slowed, his fingers dancing along her back in soothing motions. “I’ve never known you to be an overly cautious person.”

“I don’t want to miss anything with her…”

“You worked when Henry was small,” he offered, his hands a comfort to her vibrating skin.

“I also worked right down the street from where he went to daycare. I could walk to see him every 10 minutes if I wanted.”

He stayed silent, save for the gentle kiss he pressed to the top of her head.

“I don’t exactly work a cubicle job, Killian. I can’t leave a stakeout to go see a dance recital. If anything happens to me…”

“Emma,” Killian’s fingers caught her chin and lifted her head so their eyes met. “You can’t live your life in fear. I know it’s scary, that anything can happen, but that’s true of any job. Life is inherently unpredictable.”

“Why are you being so supportive?” She had wondered this to herself for a while now. Most partners would have absolutely not been okay with the mother of their child chasing down dangerous people.

“Everyone’s different, love. And I feel at this point I know you well enough to see that you want to be back out there.” His hand toyed with the hair that fell along her shoulders. “Any time we watch a cop show your eyes light up.”

Emma blushed again, she knew she was guilty of it. She wasn’t the most open of people, but with Killian, he just knew her. He read her like a book, and with that also knew when to keep an interpretation to himself.

“Returning to work doesn’t make you a bad mother. Just as staying home and caring for your child doesn’t make you any less of a contributing society member. What’s right for everyone is different. But I don’t want you to regret anything. If it turns out your job isn’t what you want anymore, then we figure it out from there but not from a lack of trying.”

“Thank you,” was all Emma said in reply. He was her rock, her support system, just as she was for him. It was a balance.

“Besides… I quite like working from home and spending the day with the little one when I can,” Killian said with his face lit up. Anna wasn’t even a year old and already she had Killian wrapped around her finger. Even before Anna had been born, Killian was highly attentive to Emma’s growing belly. He would say good morning to the kicking stomach before he did anything else. It was evident the two were a lot a like. Killian and Anna. Though their daughter had Emma’s green eyes, she had Killian’s dark hair and his spirit. The two both quiet, stoic types.

“Oh you do? I would have never guessed…” Emma thought back to last week when she had started running again, leaving the baby with Killian’s sister-in-law Laura. She was a stay at home mom and had offered to care for Anna when Killian couldn’t work from home or when Mary Margaret was teaching. But when Emma came home that day, Laura was gone but Killian was there and was carrying Anna from room to room singing her a lullaby.

“She’s perfect,” he said, with the glow only a father referencing his child could have.

“I agree,” Emma smiled back. “But we might be a little biased.”

“Aye, just a bit.”

“But if we keep this up we’re going to end up with ten kids,” Emma said, eyes glancing down to where their centers were still connected.

“And is that such a bad thing?” His eyebrow went up in that suggestive way that it did when he was half kidding, half picturing the actual scenario he was joking about.

As if on cue, the baby began to cry. The sound from the monitor filling the cavernous bathroom with the cries of their daughter. For the most part Anna was a quiet baby, but she did cry to warn them she had woken up.

“I’ll get her, you get ready for your day tomorrow, my love.” Killian pressed a soft kiss to her lips, taking her hands in his before standing to get out of the tub.

“Killian,” Emma said breathily pulling him a bit closer, looking up into his bright blue eyes. “Whether we have one kid or ten… it wouldn’t matter. You are still an incredible father.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly, bending down to kiss her again. Emma knew it was the hardest job in the world for him, being a father, but also the one he cared most about. Inherently he wasn’t an uncertain person, but she could see it in his eyes. Every move with their daughter he second guessed himself.

So when given the opportunity Emma did her best to remind him he was doing an amazing job, and that their daughter was lucky to have him as her dad. Sometimes it was hard to believe how far they had come. There was a point where it felt like the investigation, the media, the drama, the trial would never end. But in time all things have a cycle, and now here they were in their dream house. A new baby asleep in her nursery, Henry in his own room down the hall, it was surreal.

Emma had never thought she could grow old with someone. She pictured herself on her own after she and Neal had ended things. She just didn’t have a spark with anyone, and she wasn’t about to settle. But then Killian had come along and suddenly there was a living, breathing exception to every rule she had blocked herself off with. Though some of the wounds of the past could never fully heal, for both of them, there was so much hope in moving forward. Together.

Four Years Later: September, 2021

This time of year was always hardest on Killian, Emma knew that. But right now as she peaked out the living room window to see the beach not far from their house, the heaviness that the anniversary of Moira and Brennan’s death brought about, seemed to lighten for a little while.

Princess, the dog, jumping in the water, the clouds opening to reveal a blue sky above, waves crashing onto the shore, and seeing Killian play with his three year old daughter in the sand. It was difficult to imagine a time he had ever been alone. It was even harder to imagine Killian without Anna sitting on his shoulders, where she was now, a spot she had claimed as her own the second she was able to sit up.

The day was warm for the beginning of autumn, so Emma had all of the windows open, letting in the fresh air. In with the wind drifted the perfect little laugh Anna had, just about the loudest sound she ever made. Their first daughter’s calm traits as a baby had carried through as she grew to a toddler. Anna had a maturity about her that most 3 year olds didn’t, she rarely cried but still never slept.

Their youngest daughter, Leila Elizabeth Jones, was another matter entirely. The one year old was stretched out on a blanket on the floor of the living room. A mobile of animal shapes swung above the bright, blue eyed child whose traits from Killian began and ended with the eyes. Leila’s little hands hit and grabbed each one of the floating shapes with all the might her tiny body could muster.

“She reminds me so much of you,” Mary Margaret said from the other side of the leather couch. Emma’s parents often came over on Sundays to see their three grandchildren. It was a way to stay involved in each other’s lives despite Emma not working for David anymore. Years ago when she had left Storybrooke Police to be a PI he had been utterly terrified, but in time came around to it.

“You were a crier too,” David chimed in, bringing over a tray of snacks he and Henry had put together. Being that Henry would be off to college next fall, they wanted to have as many family Sundays as possible. “Relentless. You barely slept too. Some nights I had to drive you around in the car for hours just to get you to sleep.”

“Now you see why we only had the one kid,” Mary Margaret joked. “But we have grandkids, who we can spoil all we want.”

Ruby, who also usually came over for Sunday dinner, and who was also Leila’s godmother, picked up the child from the floor. The brunette lifted her godchild into her arms where the baby remained quiet… at least for a few minutes before she would inevitably start grabbing Emma’s best friend’s dangly earrings.

“Luckily Henry was an absolute angel.” Emma remembered how terrified she had been having Henry so young, and then when he was born he was so well behaved and engaging. People in the supermarket used to compliment her on what a well behaved kid she had. Meanwhile last week, Leila had thrown periodic fits throughout their grocery store trip.

“Can’t all be like me.” Henry reached over and tickled his baby sister’s foot until she smiled. For whatever reason the little girl had a soft spot for her older brother, and even though Henry split his time between Neal’s and Emma’s homes he was still invested in the lives of his siblings. He had been an only child for a while, he liked having sisters around. “She’s gonna be a handful when she’s a teenager.”

“Don’t remind me… or Killian. He has a hard enough time dropping Anna off at preschool. I can’t even imagine when the girls start dating.”

“Kind of like you with Henry….” Ruby said. Emma had almost had a heart attack when her son had gone to the junior prom last spring. And that he had taken a date. A girl from his class named Violet who he claimed was just a friend. Yeah. Whatever.

“Hey I was very laid back about the dating thing!” Everyone in the room knew that wasn’t true. Even the one year old Leila probably knew.

To save Emma from having to argue any further about how ‘laid back’ she was as a parent, the front door opened. And she heard the pitter patter of little feet running through the hall to the living room. First she saw the dog, who immediately jumped up on the couch next to Emma. Then came her daughter, dressed in red rainboots and a yellow coat, who was dragging Killian along by two fingers.

“Mommy! Look!” Anna said excitedly, her dark hair wild from the salty air. Wisps of her black locks falling from her pink scrunchie. She opened her hands in front of Emma to reveal a smooth shell. “Daddy’s says it’s a crab!”

“Wow! And he let you bring it in the house?” Emma feigned annoyance, glancing up at Killian. Not that she had any rules about a spotless home; she had a toddler and a baby, the house would be a mess until they were both in college.

“In fairness, I told her to leave it on the porch…” Killian said, taking steps so he was right behind his daughter. Anna came up to his knee in height, but she still had him in the palm of her hand.

“Right.”

“And how’s the little one?” Killian asked, walking over to where Leila was. Almost immediately her arms started going faster, reaching for him. He picked her up and raised her in the air, Leila drooling in delight.

“Rather vocal as per usual,” said David.

“There’s my girl,” Killian kissed his daughter’s blonde curls. Another characteristic she had inherited from Emma. “Need any help with dinner?”

“No, it’s mostly taken care of.” Henry and David had worked to prepare a nice Sunday dinner, as it was the anniversary of Killian’s parents’ death.

“I told Liam and Laura to come over around six.” Emma stood, taking her daughter’s hand.

“Anna honey, why don’t you leave your friend there on the porch and help me and Aunt Ruby set the table?”

“Will he be okay?” asked Anna, ever the conscientious one.

“Yes, he will be fine. We can find a home for him after.”

“Okay,” she looked uncertain, back and forth between Emma and Killian, who both tried to remain serious. But she was just so cute, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to not give her everything she wanted at the moment she wanted it. After a minute or so, Anna took the small crab and put him in an old fishbowl on the porch, leaving her scarf outside next to it ‘in case he got cold’.

Later that evening when they all sat down to eat, gathering around the large circular table in the dining room, Emma found Killian’s hand under the table and squeezed. Not only were they surrounded by family, loved ones, good food and the four walls of their home. But the home was decorated with the paintings his mother had done throughout her life.

A year ago when the Jones mansion was finally torn down, the land sold at auction, Killian only wanted to retrieve one thing. His mother’s art. So now most rooms in their house were made better by Moira Jones originals. The particular one in the dining room, was a large arrangement of sunflowers, painted painstakingly on a large canvas. In the corner, her scribbled initials.

“I thought that, since it’s been about 24 years since mum and dad have been gone, that I should say a few words before we eat,” Liam said as he stood. Laura was in the seat next to him, beaming with pride. Emma understood that feeling, it was one she always had toward Killian. “It still feels like someone’s missing at the table when we get together, but luckily it’s being filled by our ever growing family.”

Emma looked at Anna, sitting next to her older cousin Harper, probably scheming some way to get out of sitting at the dinner table and getting back to playing. And to Killian’s nephew, Liam Jr. who came along just before Anna did. The little boy looked at Henry with the utmost admiration. Leila wasn’t at the table, instead sitting in a high chair and throwing bits of cereal to the ground where the dog happily ate them up. The family was certainly growing.

“I assume they’re watching over us now, and always, probably laughing at the fact that Killian, Mr. Eternal Bachelor, has not one but three ladies in his life that turn him into an absolute puddle…”

Everyone laughed at that, Liam always able to restore a lightness to the darkest of conversations. Emma caught a glance at Killian next to her, who was scratching behind his ear nervously but with a smirk on his face.

“So tonight, we remember them and continue to honor them always.” Liam raised his glass, the adults around the table joining in as well. “To mom and dad.”

The clinking of glasses filled the room, Emma mouthing a quick ‘I love you’ to Killian before letting the bubbly champagne fall down her throat.

After everyone had left, and all of the kids were finally asleep, Emma made her way to the master bedroom where she found Killian already in bed. His face pensive in thought as he stared at the canopy above the four post bed.

“Hey handsome,” she said walking over to her dresser to take off her jewelry, setting the gold studs Killian had bought her when Anna was born on the mahogany surface. Then the matching bracelet from when Leila was born. “What are ya thinking about?”

“Well… as you know, this time of year specifically harbors a lot of bad memories for me…” he said, tearing his gaze from the ceiling to look at her. “Today was the first time, I’m not sure how to put this… the table felt as complete as it ever has.”

Emma walked over to the bed and crawled in, despite the fact that she was still wearing her jeans and sweater. She just wanted to be close to him, so she settled into his side and rested her head on his chest.

“Not that it will ever be full… but between you coming into my life, and Henry, and the house and the kids, and the dog and spending time in therapy, the past isn’t as pressing anymore.” Emma looked up at him. His eyes clear and blue, the way they were before he would cry.

“I have a family of my own now. I’m home with my own children every night, I sleep in bed with the woman I love, you and Henry have accepted and welcomed me, I have a home that we built together, not just a house.”

“You have a full table.”

“Aye, that I do.”

As far as the kids were concerned, other than Henry who knew of the whole investigation, the rest of them just assumed Grandma and Grandpa Jones had passed away before they were born. Plenty of kids grew up without grandparents, so it wasn’t something they would elaborate on until they were much, much older.

“There’s something I want to give you, Emma…” Killian said, reaching into the drawer of his bedside table. For a second Emma’s heart sped up to an insane pace, wondering if maybe there was a ring in that drawer… but instead he pulled out what appeared to be a necklace. “This is a pocket watch, not very useful today but it was the last thing my mother gave me before she died.”

Emma looked at the intricacy of it, the silver face engraved with his mother’s initials. And for once the house was quiet enough so she could hear the faint tick.

“She told me told keep it and give it to someone special someday.” He placed it in her hand, taking her fingers and wrapping them around it. “For a long time I never thought I would find that person, but then I met you.”

“Killian… you don’t have to…”

“Ah but I want to. You and the family and the life you have given me… you’re my world, Emma. I’m a better person because of you. This belongs to you, just as my heart does.”

Emma felt tears forming behind her eyes, the sentiment enough to make her completely crumble. Instead she surged forward and kissed him. All of the passion and love she felt for him being poured in. They got lost in one another for the rest of the night, making love in their bed in their home simply because it was a Sunday night and they could.

It wasn’t until Emma woke up the next morning, warm and safe wrapped in Killian’s arms, she came to the realization that had he offered her a ring she would have without hesitation said yes.

Six Years Later: December, 2023

Emma woke early to a quiet house… too quiet. After all, Christmas morning in this house was historically a day when her kids awoke at 5 am to open gifts. So to have slept past 7:30 was suspicious. What was even more suspicious was that when Emma rolled over in the bed, she found that it was empty. Immediately her eyes shot open, to find that Killian wasn’t on his half of the bed. He was gone.

Panic.

Absolute panic.

The stress level she felt on a day to day basis hunting down criminals, running through dark alleys, handcuffing men twice her size. It was nothing compared to the nerves flooding her system at the realization that Killian and her children were nowhere in sight. Not even the dog was there.

“Killian?” Emma called out as she slid out of bed.

No answer.

“Henry?” she called again, as she moved out of the bedroom to the hallway. “Anna? Leila?”

When Emma hit the top of the staircase that’s when she finally heard signs of life, and the breath returned to her lungs. The spiral stairs that led into their foyer wrapped around a massive 15 foot Christmas tree. All lit along with the garland that lined the railing. Emma had spent days decorating the house for Christmas, it was her favorite time of year. Even when it was just she and Henry for years in their little cottage she still made sure the house was a holiday explosion.

“Shh… she’s coming!” was what Emma heard from below. Likely Leila, who was three years old now, judging from the voice.

There was more shuffling, scurrying, movement as Emma rounded the bend of the staircase. Her slippers met the marble floor and her eyes widened at the sight of her kids. All three of them: Henry home from his sophomore year in college for winter break, Anna wearing a pink and purple plaid nightgown with her dark hair running wild, and Leila, the tiniest one, wearing Disney princess pajamas with two mismatched socks.

“Merry Christmas, mommy,” said her youngest child, whose face looked far less innocent in the glow of the tree. But as Emma peered around it didn’t look like any of them had opened their gifts yet, save for Princess whose head was buried in the tissue paper of a gift bag.

“Where’s your father?” Emma asked, looking to Anna, the most obedient one and therefore most likely to clue her mother in.

“I’m right here, love,” a smooth voice said from behind her. Emma turned to face him, his eyes glowing from the twinkly lights that filled their home. He was still in his pajamas, they all were.

“Go on, daddy, give her your gift…” Anna urged.

“Emma, we’ve had quite the time together these past six years…” he took her hands in his, stepping closer to her and Emma’s heart sped up to roughly 5000 beats per second. “We haven’t exactly done things in the traditional order, but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.”

Still holding her hands, he bent to get down on one knee.

“I have been head over heels in love with you from the second I saw you in Storybrooke all those years ago. You’ve made my life a dream, and now I can’t imagine a time when you weren’t in it. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Emma felt her hands shaking, her heart beating out of her chest. In her wildest dreams she had never pictured herself getting married, and especially not to someone as incredible as Killian. So much had happened since they began their love story; crime fighting, a trial, building a home, kids, carpools, playdates, family dinners, career moves, it had all happened in the six years they had been together that it had never really even come up to get married.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Killian,” Emma said with tears in her eyes, she pulled him to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed, a loving and warm kiss safe for the eyes of the company in the room.

After a few seconds Killian pulled away, his eyes darting to where the kids stood, “do you three want to give your mom her gifts now?”

Without so much as a breath Emma felt them all crowd around her. First came Henry, who in his hand had a small velvet box.

“Thanks, kid.” She smiled and embraced her son, pressing a kiss to his head and ruffling his hair even though he was 19 years old. In Henry’s hand was the engagement ring he had helped Killian pick out. The diamond was pear shaped, simple and elegant, the band rose gold. On either side of the diamond sat two small jewels. One green, an emerald. One blue, a sapphire.

“It’s beautiful,” Emma gasped as the ring slipped onto her left hand. It was a perfect fit.

“Well I had a little help…” Killian admitted.

“Daddy is it our turn?” said Anna from the floor.

“It certainly is.” He lifted both of his daughters into his arms, one on either side, so they were all at eye level. “Go on…”

“We got you rings too,” said Anna, handing over two small wrapped packages she had clearly done herself.

“Thank you, honey,” Emma said taking them and unwrapping to find two plastic rings. One was silver, with a purple stone, clearly from Anna and the other was a pink plastic ring Emma recognized from the girls’ dress up closet. Probably from Leila. “They’re beautiful!”

Emma slipped both on her fingers and Anna beamed. Leila seemed relatively distracted by the presents… still wrapped… from Santa… under the tree.

“I think I’ve opened enough gifts for one day, why don’t you guys open some?” Emma suggested, and the light that filled her kids faces… even grown up Henry was incomparable, and she wanted every Christmas ever to be this exciting for them.

Together they all sat around the tree. Henry, Anna, and Leila all tearing through gifts, Princess running around shredding the excess wrapping paper. Emma and Killian sitting on the chaise lounge together, curled up and sipping cinnamon flavored coffee.

“My mom will be so excited,” Emma admired the ring on her finger. It was gorgeous, and something she never knew she had wanted until Killian came along.

“Ah yes, she’s already called five times this morning to see if I asked yet,” Killian whispered from behind into her ear.

“You told her?”

“Of course, love. She’s been asking me for years when I was going to propose.”

“How in the world did you get the girls to keep quiet about it?”

“I only told them this morning before you woke up. Henry’s known for months though, he can keep a secret.”

“It doesn’t have to be anymore… we can tell everyone tonight at the party.” Emma turned in his arms, reaching up to run her hand along his cheek.

“Sounds perfect,” He bent down and whispered into her ear, his facial hair brushing over her cheek. “Future Mrs. Jones.”

The Christmas party Killian’s parents used to throw in the family’s estate years ago was one of the only traditions he was adamant about maintaining. So every year on Christmas night, Killian and Emma would host all of their friends and family at their home to get everyone together on the holiday.

The attire was always formal, another insistence of Killian who complained that ‘no one dressed up anymore’. Normally Emma, who hated wearing dresses, would give him a hard time about it. But not this time. Tonight she felt like she was walking on air as she glided through the party in fully swing with her fiance on her arm and a swirly red dress that fit her perfectly.

Killian seemed to like it. She had caught him staring at her probably fifteen times since she had gotten dressed. Even now standing in the kitchen, Emma felt him peering at her. Her skin grew warm when she glanced at him, leaned against the cabinets across the room. His slim fit black suit hugging him perfectly, his hair slicked back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. But as there were about twenty caterers in the kitchen prepping for dinner Emma tried to contain herself.

“Emma, love, would you come here a second?” Killian said, ever the gentleman as he held open the door that led to the laundry room off of the kitchen. No one else in the room even looked up.

“Sure,” she said, her eyebrow going up to indicate she knew he was up to no good. Emma followed him into the laundry room and as soon as the door closed he was on her, pressing her back against it. She leaned into him, as his lips attacked her neck. Her leg curling around him instinctively.

“Careful… careful… not the neck. No marks.” Even though it was her favorite spot, and she loved when he marked her, she knew she couldn’t enter the laundry room with no hickies and come out with a handful of them.

“How much time do we have?” he asked breathing between movements of his mouth. Bending his head to suck on the tops of her breasts that poked out of her dress.

“Not enough… we have to be quick… someone might see,” Emma moaned as his mouth grew more demanding and his hand climbed under her skirt. Feeling the tops of her lace thigh highs and matching panties.

“Damn them. I don’t care…” he growled possessively as his fingers moved to part her slick, wet center. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

“Only for you, always,” Emma gasped as he inserted a finger, then another. Her other leg wrapped around him. The filthiest things always feeling so right with him. Her hands grabbed onto the lapels of his suit jacket, tearing the thing off of his body.

They didn’t have much time, dinner would be served soon and obviously the hosts had to be present for that.

“I need you in me. Now.” Her voice had a demanding tone to it. Which was rare for her during sex, it was the one part of her life where she enjoyed being dominated. But she for sure wasn’t leaving the confines of the laundry room without an orgasm at the mercy of Killian Jones. Especially if she had another several hours of small talk and mingling before she could be alone with him again.

With shaky hands she helped him undo his belt, and in one swift movement he had surged forward into her. The shock of his large member fully sheathed inside of her rendering her body frozen for a second.

“Fuck…” he growled. His hands moving to cup her ass and pull her forward around him. Emma’s arms eagerly tugged him to her. He smelled incredible, his perfectly manicured hair from earlier now a wreck from her hands. He was still inside of her, hard and ready as he began to brutally pump in and out of her until she was at her peak.

Sweat formed on both of their foreheads, Killian reached out with the most delicate brush of his hand to her hair, as if he hadn’t just been pounding into her like a wild animal.

“Fall for me, my love, I want to watch you.”

Those words and one final thrust did it. She crashed, her shaking legs doing their best to hold onto him. He held tight to her, relieving her of most of the work.

“You’re amazing, Emma,” he cooed in her ear after they had both finished. Killian pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks, throat, and collar bones as she caught her breath. When his hands moved up her toro he seemed to notice the ribbing of what she wore beneath her dress. “What in the…”

“It’s a corset,” she whispered slowly into his ear. She felt a shiver run through him. She had to get him back somehow for bringing her in here. Even if the revenge wasn’t necessarily a punishment so much as a pleasure. “Tell me, Mr. Jones, do you like lace?”

A question she had asked him years ago when their relationship had first started. One that she knew the answer to.

“I do,” he replied, breath catching as she took one of his hands and dragged it up her leg, under her dress, over the garter belt, to where the bottom of the lace corset began. She had bought the outfit weeks ago, excited to show him but waiting for the opportunity.

“Good.” She bit the lobe of his ear, and licked just beneath it. “Your gift is wrapped in it.”

He growled, and his erection pressed into her leg. God she wanted him again already, but there were a couple hundred people in their home right now.

“I suppose you’ll just have to wait.” She tilted her head, toying with the tie on his neck. Her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“It will be an excruciating form of torture but always worth it for you, my darling.”

She bit her lip, and noticed him watch her. His eyes hooded with the lingering desire that burned between them. His hair stood on end from her fingers and his lips had formed into some sort of pout. And when she couldn’t resist a second longer she pulled him by his tie to kiss her. One last time before they had to exit the laundry room and pretend to be on their best behavior. At least for a little while.

“When should we do it, most everyone’s here I think?” Killian whispered in her ear. They had circulated the party, eaten dinner and had just concluded a particularly long conversation with Belle who had been released from prison the year prior on parole. Emma had invited both Milah and Neal, but the two had decided to spend her first Christmas out of prison in London.

“Just about. Where are the kids?” Emma asked, scanning the massive crowd of friends and family for them.

“Love, if you want to wait for them we can but I’m afraid they’ve built up alliances with the other children here to be the first in line to sit on Santa’s lap… and Henry seems to have found a way to swindle the waiters into giving him champagne.”

Emma had hired a man to sit in the den, hand out small gifts she had wrapped up herself, and take requests for the following Christmas. She had also arranged a gift drive with the local women’s shelter. All of the guests at their party were required to bring gifts, which filled Killian’s office. And each year after the party, Emma, Killian and the kids would deliver the gifts and a full dinner.

“We’ve got quite the strategists haven’t we?” Emma joked. Anna and Leila were most certainly at the head of whatever uprising was occuring.

“Well if nothing else we know Leila has already shed her shoes…” Killian stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase where two little patent leather Mary Janes sat in a pile. Emma shook her head, remembering she used to do the same thing. She still did the same thing. Like mother like daughter.

Taking the shoes from Killian, and setting them on the front hall table she followed him halfway up the stairs. When she turned around, leaning into her fiance’s embrace and staring out into the crowd at all of the people she loved. She could see Henry and his friends in a corner, most likely trying to find a way to sneak champagne. She could see her mother and father, talking to Ruby’s grandmother near an appetizer table. She could see Liam and Laura, mingling with other people from the town. She could see Ruby and her wife, Dorothy, whom she had met all those years ago at The Rabbit Hole of all places. She could see Elsa and all of the wonderful people she worked with daily. And while she couldn’t see Anna or Leila, she could most certainly hear them running through the upstairs hallway with all of the other children in attendance despite the fact that Emma had said not to make a mess of the upstairs.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re all having a lovely time. As you know all of your donations tonight will be going to the Havenwood Women’s Shelter, a charity my brother Liam and I started in our mother’s name years ago.”

The room erupted in applause. When Liam and Killian had finally gotten their inheritance after the trial was settled, the money was used to build a community to provide refuge for people in difficult domestic situations. A safe place, unmarked on the map, to help restart their lives.

“Every year this collection grows a bit larger and it’s by my estimation that we will need several large trucks to transport all of the food and gifts tonight.”

The first year they had just kept it small, and driven everything over in a van.

“So before the dessert is served I would like to once again thank you all for continuing to support the work of the shelter, they do incredible things for a lot of people and it wouldn’t be possible without this night.”

Again another eruption of applause, a few whistles, but then it went quiet again and Emma knew what was coming next.

“In addition to that I would also like to take this time, when we have all of our friends and family gathered in one space, to announce that this morning I asked Emma to marry me,” He faced Emma now, bringing her hand up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the knuckles. Her heart beat so wildly that all she wanted to do was just be alone with him in a bed for like 4 days straight. He kept his eyes on her though as he announced, “And she said yes.”

Emma leaned in to kiss him, not able to wait another second, as the crowd exploded in cheers and applause. There were a few screams of ‘well it’s about time!’ or ‘finally!’. It sounded like there were 20,000 people in the room instead of 200. Either way it felt like a dream. A complete and utter dream. Especially after their lips pulled apart and their foreheads rested on one another’s.

“I love you so much, Emma.”

“I love you, Killian.”

Thirty Years Later: July, 2048

Emma had been Mrs. Killian Jones for twenty five years and she still remembered the day they got married like it was yesterday.

She remembered the white lace dress she wore, form fitting to her body like a glove and fanning into a full skirt at her knee. She remembered the thousands of white roses that had transformed their backyard into a wonderland. She remembered the look on Killian’s face as she walked down the aisle. The expression of love, respect, and adoration he had given her when she stood in front of him.

Now, over two decades later, Emma looked at herself in the mirror, surveying the smile lines and forehead wrinkles she had. Today was the 25th anniversary of their wedding. And also the day she and Killian would be renewing their vows.

On the dressing table in her closet sat a clutter of makeup, bobby pins, brushes, and a wedding photo of she and Killian from their wedding twenty five years ago. In it they sat on their front porch, leaned against a white post and looking off into the distance. Kilian’s arm held Emma close and the softness to both of their faces as they basked in marital bliss was the reason why she kept this photo framed on her dressing table.

“You need a little more baby’s breath, mom,” Anna said, still fiddling with Emma’s hair, pins between her teeth. Her oldest daughter was particular, a perfectionist, like her father. Looked just like him too. The sharp, elegant features, long eyelashes, dark hair. But she was also highly creative, so anything hands on came easily to Anna. It was what also made her an incredible asset to Killian’s consulting firm. And it was why she was currently in charge of hair and makeup. “Leila can you hand me more?”

“I’m still not sure what baby’s breath is…” said Leila, who was a different story. She was more analytical, like her mother in almost every way, she wasn’t focused on perfection but instead was fascinated by the flawed. That’s what made her such a good detective. “Is it the pink stuff?”

“No… it’s the little white ones. Over by the bouquet.”

“If you put too many more in her hair she’s going to get attacked by bugs,” Leila said, handing the stems to her sister. For years when the two were young they got along well, then for teenagers they disagreed incessantly. But when Anna moved away to London for college, they started to get along again.

“She is not, they look elegant.”

Anna had loosely curled her mother’s hair, the long blonde strands now streaked with hints of gray. Some said it wasn’t appropriate for a woman approaching 64 years old to have hair down her back but that was what Emma liked. Some of the strands were pulled back off of her face by weavings of braids and flowers, a dusting of makeup on her face, a simple off white sundress that reached the floor. Around her neck was the pocket watch from his mother that Killian had given her, hitting the light and casting a shine on the surface of the table. She felt just as she did that day all of those years ago.

“Mom, you look so beautiful,” said her youngest daughter. She was the spitting image of Emma at 27. Long blonde hair, heart shaped face, a low tolerance for bull shit. The only difference being the eye color, her daughter’s blue eyes clearly came from Killian.

“So do you, both of you,” Emma stood taking one hand from each of her daughters. They both also wore off white sundresses, theirs coming to about their knees. Anna’s hair was pinned up in a complicated braid while Leila left hers down and curly. Emma’s heart warmed. Her kids were her greatest accomplishment. Henry, Anna, Leila. They were what she was most proud of. “I think it’s about time we head out.”

Emma peered out the closet window into the backyard. The renewing of their vows would be a smaller gathering than their original wedding. Just close family and friends. Fifty guests this time instead of several hundred. Among them was Anna’s fiance Adam, whom she had met in college and been with ever since.

“Knock, knock.” A tap at the door warned them someone was poking their head in. “Mind if I talk to the bride?”

“It’s bad luck for the groom to see before the wedding, dad,” Leila joked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not if the bride and groom have already been together for thirty years,” Killian stepped into the room, removing his hands from over his eyes. He wore a navy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt beneath. Emma could see his chest hair peeking out of the collar. There was more gray than black in his hair now, but if anything it only made him more handsome. “You all look stunning.”

“Thanks dad,” said Anna, moving toward her father for a hug. Shortly followed by Leila. It was probably best they had stopped at two kids. If Killian had one more girl he would be bankrupt right now. Surprising to no one he had a difficult time saying no to his daughters, it had been up to Emma to make sure the girls stayed normal and not spoiled to an insane degree.

“Your brother’s waiting in the kitchen, we’ll be down in a minute,” he said kissing the tops of their heads, as he had done when they were little.

Once the girls were out of the room, Killian closed the door, eyes locking on Emma. Though they both had a few more wrinkles now, at their cores they were the same people. Which meant that after all of this time they were still sickeningly attracted to one another, to a fault that sometimes induced gagging on the behalf of their children. So the look he was giving her right now, thirty years after they had started this thing, still made her heart flutter.

He stepped closer to her, the dress shoes hitting the hardwood floor in even beats. Emma felt her face flush as he reached up to touch her face. His thumb tracing her bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, old man.”

“Emma, I’m hardly three years older than you.”

“Yeah but your hair’s a lot grayer than mine,” she teased, leaning in to kiss her husband.

“I thought you liked the gray.” He broke the kiss with a smirk.

“I do,” Emma grabbed at it. Even though he had clearly spent time smoothing it over, taming it, she ran her fingers through the back at the nape of his neck. “It makes you look very sophisticated. Like a true gentleman.”

“Ah, love, I’m always a gentleman.”

“Tell that to my underwear you ripped off of me with your teeth last night…” she whispered in his ear.

“I don’t recall any displeasure on your part.” He pulled back to eye her with that damned smolder of his. The man was mid sixties and still devastatingly beautiful.

Beside that though, in the years Emma had spent with him, he had been the most loving and wonderful husband. In her line of work it would have been easy to lose faith in marriage and family. She spent a lot of her days tracking down cheating spouses, abusive partners, murderous husbands, seeing the negative. But then after a long day she would come home to Killian, and they would sit on the porch to watch the sunset or curl up and watch a movie or go for a walk on the beach. He would make it all fade away.

Even right now, in their master suite closet as he nibbled on her neck and ear, whispering naughty things into her head she realized not once had she ever doubted him.

“Save it for the honeymoon, buddy.”

“As far as I’m concerned the honeymoon as already started, Mrs. Jones.”

“And it will continue, but there are fifty some people in our backyard waiting for us to renew our vows…” She tried not to get distracted by his mouth, really tried. “So we have to do that first.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Say it again,” he said. Eyes serious, their deep blue.

“I do,” she whispered. Pressing a kiss to his mouth before tearing away to go outside and do the same thing in front of their closest friends and family.

The ceremony was beautiful. It had all come together so well, unlike their original wedding day where it had rained, the caterer had brought the wrong food, the generator didn’t work, Emma’s dress ripped on a tree branch, Leila was three years old and had thrown a temper tantrum while tossing flowers down the aisle, Henry had a sinus infection and went to bed immediately after the ceremony. But today was different.

The sun was shining, the air was warm. Emma’s parents were well into their 80s, old and gray, but David still walked her down the aisle. A tad slower, but no less happy.

“I never thought I’d have to do this again,” her father said to her before they started their walk.

“Neither did I,” Emma whispered. The idea to renew their vows had come one night several months ago when Anna was in a panic about being engaged. She had showed up at Emma and Killian’s house, frantic about the divorce rate and how no one stayed married. What if she and Adam ended up hating each other?

Killian, always willing to go the extra mile to please his little girl, told her that not all marriages ended that way. And so the plan to have a vow renewal ceremony, to show that people could be together for 30, 40, 50 years and be happy. In addition to that Liam and Killian had gotten drunk one night and became ordained ministers on the internet so Liam wanted an opportunity to utilize that.

When Emma reached the end of the isle and faced Killian, she felt no different than when this had happened all of those years ago. Emma looked around and found her kids sitting in the front row. Henry now in his forties, with a wife and two kids of his own. Boys. Emma’s first grandchildren. They lived in a house in Storybrooke, Henry had become a teacher like his grandmother. Neal, who had eventually married, lived with them now along with his wife. And Henry had built an apartment in the attic for his father. Then came Anna, with perfect posture and a sweet smile who was next to her fiance Adam. Adam was a handsome young man who was an engineer, and looked at Anna the same way Killian looked at Emma. Just from the way they were around one another, she knew the pair would have a long, happy life together.

Then there was Leila, who sat next to her grandmother, holding Mary Margaret’s hand. Emma’s youngest was more like her than either of the other two. Never keeping a boyfriend long, building her life to avoid commitment. Working a job as a detective at Elsa’s company with her mother, that didn’t lend itself to much of a personal life. However, as of two months ago a new detective had come aboard. A young man with dark hair, tattoos, and deep chocolate brown eyes. Who was the only one in the office who could get a rise out of Leila, the two bickered constantly. But Emma knew what that meant for her daughter. She would fight it, no doubt, but eventually she would end up with that man.

Emma turned back to face her husband, the man who had helped her create all of this. The big blue house of their dreams by the beach, the blended family, the memories. Killian’s eyes boring into her and all of a sudden it felt like they were the only two here.

“Killian, if you would like to start,” Liam eventually said, easing them into the vows they had written.

“Emma Nolan-Jones, the day you came into my life I thought that I was returning to Storybrooke so that I could quickly leave and start my future somewhere else. As it turned out, I’ve never left because my future was right here the whole time. You helped me through one of the darkest periods of my life, and for that I will always be grateful. You’ve been my best friend when I needed one, a partner in all aspects, a phenomenal mother, and wife. I’ve fallen more in love with you each second of time we’ve spent together and I can’t wait to be married to you for another 25 years.”

His words almost mirrored the ones he had declared years ago. Substituting in a few new things.

“Killian Jones to say that you got under my skin when I encountered you 30 plus years ago, would be an understatement. You entered my life, my world, and turned out to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Until you I never saw myself with someone forever, I wasn’t a believer in soul mates or true love. But you scaled the walls I built around my heart and filled that space with love. Supportive, romantic, fairytale level love. You’re the love of my life, and everything I said in this spot 25 years ago still applies.”

They both smiled at each other, a rolling clip of their lives since their first wedding playing in Emma’s head.

When Killian had asked Henry to be his best man, and every time before and after that he had been an incredible step-father to her son.

Their honeymoon to the Bahamas, they had come back after one night because they didn’t want to be away from the kids for a full week.

When Lifetime had made some puff piece movie about their relationship during the investigation of his parents’ murder, and laughed while they watched the whole thing together.

Every anniversary dinner they had spent at The Golden Swan, reliving their first date and creating a new memory for each time.

When Emma and Killian sat down to tell the girls what had happened to his parents, to their grandparents, and for the first time he was able to explain it himself. Beginning to end. It was also the first time they had seen their father cry.

Anna leaving for school in London, and Killian immediately buying an airline ticket to visit her the following week.

When Emma actually did end up leaving a stakeout to get to her daughters’ dance recital in time to see them go on stage.

When Leila broke her wrist during gym class of her freshman year of high school and Killian had dropped everything to take her to the hospital, getting there before the ambulance did.

Each of the high school and college graduations Emma and Killian sat through, snapping pictures, cheering, silently hoping the kids would decide to move home after college (none of them did).

The night that they lost Princess, just after all of the kids had moved away. And together Killian and Emma hid out in their house for an entire weekend before facing the world again. Together.

When, at one time, they had roughly six rescue dogs living with them.

Killian and Emma’s trips around the world together, traveling from place to place and falling in love over and over in each one.

Saturday mornings spent together on their front porch, reading, talking, taking their time. No rush to go anywhere. Those were Emma’s favorite, something she had envisioned so early on in their relationship that had actually come true.

Through all of it; good times, bad times, health scares, trips, dates, tears, smiles, laughter, careers, they had weathered every storm. They had been at each other’s sides. Together they had built a wonderful life that they got to live each day.

“I, once again, pronounce you husband and wife,” Liam said, drawing Emma out of her flashbacks. “You may now kiss the bride.”

The first time, Emma had been so nervous after the whole day had gone wrong that their kiss was hurried, not worthy of the kind of love they shared. This one was different. Killian leaned in as did she, his arms pulling her into him. She breathed in his scent, the one that distinctly belonged to him.

“I love you, Killian,” she said.

“And I, you, Emma,” he cooed.

“To another 30 years,” Emma said back just before their lips finally met. A smooth, passionate kiss that Emma felt to her toes. When they pulled apart, his hand cupped her cheek. Eyes light with love, she smiled up at him and he looked at her like she hung the moon.

Just before he kissed her again he whispered softly in her ear, “To the rest of our lives and beyond.”

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When it will be time.....

Sequel to the one-shot 'Let me fly away' :

Bell wanted to flee and Park decided it was better to join her instead of staying with the CIA. The two run away and tries to have a normal life but nothing can't be normal with Bell's state that started to decline.....

Warning : angst !

Words : 5800+

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Bell couldn't do it alone !

She wanted to fly away.....away from everything that has been her life for weeks. She was controlled by the CIA the entire time and that needed to end one day, She just wanted to turn that page over but there were still one thing that wasn't erased in her mind : love. She realized that her love for Park was so strong that she couldn't think one second to be able to flee without having her at her side. Even if she was seeing herself as a monster, Bell was showed that love can maybe save her from her loneliness. Her new free life needed someone with her.

She asked the CIA to never try to found her again because she know of their true motives towards her : they were never going to let her having a normal life, they were going to use her at her full potential against Perseus remaining followers and once it was all done, they were going to dispose of her because she will be someone who know too much about the CIA's dark moves but they were so blinded by their work that they couldn't see that Bell....lost everything in her mind after Solovetsky. That's why she fled, she has nothing to do anymore in this spy world. She asked them to never find her but to Park, she wanted to be joined by her.

She thought at first that Park was feeling betrayed and that she was going to be alone, knowing that Park was true in her loyalty for the British Crown but she was nonetheless surprised when Park arrived at the location she gave her : Park's loyalty was for the MI6.....not the CIA and the USA. She couldn't let the CIA find her first, Bell was the one she loved and nothing could've stand between her and Bell.....not even Adler. The two went on a long hug, having found each other again but Bell knew that choosing that free life can maybe not last long because of her state and the fact she was needed to be drugged to be stabilized enough to survive......it was a good choice for her even with the sad reality. Both know of that but now, it was time to move on to live that free life and profit of it.

With now the CIA in their tracks, knowing that they will never give up their researchs, Park immediately organized their escape from West-Berlin and for that, she needed help from the MI6, who agreed at full extents to make their escape. The MI6 were very trustful and believers for the two and they were obliged to help them after they discovered the details of Operation Greenlight and finding the american nuke hidden beneath London. That was all saw as a betrayal by everyone inside the MI6 and their relations with the CIA were greatly reduced : there weren't going to trust an organization that has put an nuclear bomb under their capital and the lives of their agents were primordial : Bell & Park needed to be saved.

The two spent 2 more days inside West-Berlin, getting hidden in multiple MI6 safehouses before they could finally leave the city alive, getting away from Germany once and for all. They didn't know exactly where they could start a new life as they had many options : France, Canada or even Australia but finally, the two decided it was better to get back to the United Kingdom, Bell wanting to discover the country that was supposed to hers, she was thanking the MI6 for making her dreams come reality.....and Park was happy about it.

They spent another day in London as Park decided to make a little tour for Bell for discovering the city of the Empire where 'the Sun never sets' while still protected by the MI6. Bell could finally feel free after all this time, having Park with her, to support her until the end. After that day, Park's superiors found them a place where the CIA could never find them....a place where they could start all over again : a MI6 safehouse at the south of England next to Dover. The couple agreed and the same day, they were moved to that location.

It was a very big house, given as a gift from the MI6 to Bell and Park for their services they have done for the Crown and after the two moved in, it was the beginning of their new lifes away from everything. The night, Bell was alone on the cliff overlooking the sea, she could see from afar the French coast and the city of Calais, it was so beautiful for her, feeling the cold along her body and hearing the sound of freedom around her.....she was happy and free, hoping that this would stay like this when the time will come. She was relaxing, thinking of something when Park arrived,

"You're good ?" Park asked, arriving to get to Bell's side,

"More than good, it's wonderful." Bell replied, spreading her arms and breathing the cold

"I knew that you will like the place." Park exclaimed, looking at the sea "It's making you feel free."

"All I wanted, Helen." Park was surprised to hear that as Bell never used her first name before and Bell saw through her look "I know, it's strange for you that I call you Helen, right ?"

"No, it's not strange, that proves that we will move on, not making the same things we have done with....the CIA." Pronouncing the last words was complicated as each time, anger could be heard in their voices "We both know that.....you decided to stop been drugged by them by fleeing..."

"I know." Bell cut her "I know that I'm not going to make it maybe at the end of the month or maybe another month because of my brain but at least, I will die as a happy and free woman."

"You know that the MI6 can help you with that." Park tried to say but Bell was unanime on the subject

"Helen, I....I saw that the MI6 were good to me but no....I can't, I don't want to suffer again." She admitted, sure of herself and her choice "Previous night, I could still see Adler injecting an needle into my eyes....and memories when he brainwashed me....I can't let this happen again." She crossed her arms "I'm afraid of needles now and I can't see myself back into that chair and on that strech, helpless."

"I'm so sorry about that." Park excused, still feeling herself ashamed of what happened to Bell "You know that I'm willing to stay with you at all costs." She added

"Really ? Even when...." She cut herself, taking a breath "When it will happen ?"

"Yes !" Park said, moved by her emotions.....that simple word was hard for her because she realized that Bell herself stated that nothing can't be done to save her. She will have to stay with her until the end. Bell at this moment, started to look at Park.

"Listen, I need to ask you something." Bell said, determined after thinking of what she wanted to do right now

"Anything." Park replied and after that, she was surprised when Bell get on one knee,

"I know that I'm not maybe good with that type of thing but...." She cut herself, to take something inside her pocket and then, she handed something from her hand.....a ring. "Before we find each other again few days ago, I decided to buy something with some money I stoled from the safehouse." Park couldn't believe it, Bell was literally asking to her, she was jaw-dropped by it and so surprised. "Leading me to one question : Helen.....

Will you be my fiancee ?"

Park was so moved by that gesture, Bell wanted to live as a real couple even if the laws was so restricting in the country and she bought a ring just for that.

"I know that the rights of people like us aren't recognized but I want to be with you until the end." Bell added, tears falling down

"I....I.....yes." Park replied "I want it." She then took the ring in hand and put it at her right hand, it was so pretty that Park started to cry too, causing Bell to got up and to put her in a hug....a big & recomforting hug, happy from Park's decision.

"I love you." Bell said

"I love you too." Park responded before they looked at each other and pull a kiss on their lips, cementing their new union. Park broke the kiss, a smile on her face

"Let's go home, shall we ?" She asked

"I'm following you, sweetheart." Bell said, causing Park to blush and to laugh, happy for that surname

After that, the two went back home and spent their first night in their new home. A first real good night for Bell, finally free. It was the beginning of something great for the two. Both decided that they couldn't pronounce their engagement and making it official by organizing something. It would be too hard to make some bribe and they both decided to keep it a secret for themselves even they chosed to publicly showed their relation when they were in town in Dover or either making a walk in the british countryside.

They didn't have financials problems as the MI6 were helping them to get over it, they were still giving protection to the couple because of the CIA still looking for them and hopefully, the MI6 were giving them money, allowing them to go to the store like human beings. They were now on trying to have a normal life without thinking to anything related to their old life during their times in Adler's team. That life was behind them for good and a new one were starting for them.

The first days went pretty well as Bell wasn't showing any signs of worries about her state, she was so fine and happy to feel free that she was well. Each day were giving her a smile because she know that she weren't a CIA prisoner anymore, she was a free woman who wanted to have a normal life despite that her days were counted and she wanted to pull the best of it before the time come for her. She know that one day, her brain is going to drop her and that she was going to die from that but she didn't care, the life the MI6 gave to her and Park was more important.

Unfortunately, their new normal lifes did take a worst turn when Bell state started to decline. One day, while having an walk in the city of Dover as an couple, Bell suffer from an panick attack in the middle of the crowd. Park was there to help her quick and Bell realized that she was starting to have a fear from crowds, they got back home and they tried the next day, to fight that fear but again, Bell had another attack, meaning that she couldn't go in public anymore, she decided to stay at home forever as Park was the one to go out each time they needed to go to the store and making a walk. Bell was now forced to stay in home, knowing that it was just the beginning of her end.

The nights were no longer the same : she was having nightmares all the times during her sleeps, causing her to cry each time she was waking up, always recomforted by Park at her side. It was breaking Park to see Bell in that state, she promised to stay with her until the end and even it was painful and torturing, she hold her promise. During the followings days, Bell was either sit on the couch when it was raining outside or outside, looking at the sea sit on a chair when it was sunny, she was awaiting for the moment to come as Park was still next to her.

But something came an morning when Bell arrived in the kitchen and was asking who was Park, giving the worst horror that Park could imagine : Bell was now facing memories loss about her life, she was at first forgetting simple things like why she was in that particular room or doing something that she has already done but then it was getting worst, she started to forget names and faces of people she knew, it broke her heart each time Park was explaining her everything and who was the woman that was at her side each morning. She had to write in a diary to not forget simple things and reading that diary each day was making her so bad.

Memory loss and a fear of crowd was making Bell so bad, meaning that her life was going to end soon and she was feeling so weak, her days was now filled of staying on the couch without moving for hours, looking at the ceilling or at the TV while Park was watching her closely, ready at any occasions. It was torture for her each time she had to leave the house, fearing the worst when she came back but Bell was still on that couch, her diary with her in case.

In an evening after staying on that couch all day, Bell was still feeling weaker when Park arrived with two cups of coffee in hands.

"Did I ask for an coffee ?" Bell said, confused, having forgotten that

"Yes, you asked me to make your favourite as always." Park smiled, hiding her pain. Bell took the cup anyway as Park sit on the seat next to the couch "How are you feeling ?"

"Bad....as always." Bell replied, taking a sip from the cup

"You sure that you don't want to go to bed, right now ?" Park asked, wanting Bell to feel better

"No, I...I....I want to stay here, just thinking." Bell replied, putting the cup of coffee back on the table, not finished "I'm awaiting now." She looked at the ceilling

"You don't need to....."

"Think about that ?" Bell guessed her words in advance "What can I think about ?"

"I don't know, me ?" Park wasn't sure

"Each time I see you, I'm happy and each time you got out of the house or even going in another room, I had to check my diary, fearing the worst." She took her diary in hand and opened the page where she wrote Park's name underlined multiple times and next to it, a drawing of Park's face. "See ?" Bell showed that page to Park "I can't forgot your pretty face."

"That's good, I didn't know that you were a drawner." Park exclaimed, amazed to see her face perfectly drawned on Bell's diary

"It's something I never thought too." Bell looked at her book "Can't even remember when I did it." She put the diary back on the table "I can't...." Suddenly, they started to hear the sounds of a car arriving near the house and something were off because the MI6 never come this late "Who's this ?" Bell asked, worried

"Don't worry, I will check." Park got up from her seat and joined Bell to give her a kiss on the forehead "Stay here, okay ?" She said before walking to get to the front door, wondering who can be coming that late.

She opened the door of the house and were a little blinded by the light of a car arriving in the yard and she couldn't see exactly who was driving and the passengers. When the car stopped, she realized in horror who was in that car : Russel Adler were driving while Frank Woods and Alex Mason were his passengers. She couldn't believe it : there were here, weeks after the events that lead to Park's banishment from the safehouse, the CIA found them. She was so angry but she was willing to get into a fight right now. The trio got out of the car and Park decided to join them, clenching her fists and jaw,

"I told you to leave us alone !" She yelled at Adler, facing him in an instant

"Hey, calm down, Park." Adler put his hands in front of him

"Calming down ? I can't with you in my sight." She exclaimed, full of anger "You hit me and you want me to calm myself down with you ?" She then look at Woods & Mason, the two even with what happened were still with Adler "What are you doing here, you two ?"

"Listen Park, we can explain that from....." Mason was going to start until.....

"Who are they ?"

Everyone looked behind Park, discovering Bell on the porch of the house, looking confused and talking to Park "Helen, who are these peoples ?" She asked again

"Hey, Bell." Woods showed his hand into saying hello as Bell approached them, curious,

"Who are you, sir ?" She asked again, she has forgetten their faces too

"Bell, that's me, Woods and.....it's Mason." He gestured to Mason, slowly realizing what was actually happening,

"Oh....Frank and.....Alex, right ?" Bell said, pointing her hand first at Woods then at Mason, both nodded with an little grin before she looked at Adler "And you, who are you ?" She was intrigued by this man who had scar on his face,.

"That's....Adler, Bell." Park looked down, stopping to clench her fists

"Ad-Adler ?" Bell started to said in horror "The Russell Adler ?" She looked at the man, realizing who he was. She then moved to face Adler and suddenly, she grabbed him by his collar and pushed him against the car.

"No, Bell, stop !" Park moved to separate Bell, she wasn't in a state to fight as Woods and Mason were moving too

"I told you to...." Bell wanted to throw a punch but then, she released Adler and she fall on all fours, looking so weak as the three mens were very confused

"Bell, it's alright." Park moved to got Bell back up, she didn't want that to happen but for her, Bell was getting worse every day and that move proved that to her "Let's get you back to the couch."

"Wait, Park, we're helping." Mason said, getting with Park, helping her to move Bell back to the house, also with Woods help.

They helped Bell get back on the couch as Adler was staying behind. For the first time in his life, he was looking worried about Bell's state but he wasn't showing it at all as he stayed behind. After the trio had Bell back, lying down on the couch, Park decided to get also on the couch, putting Bell's head on her legs to make her feel better as Woods and Mason decided to sit on the different seats of the living room and after a few seconds, Adler sit as well. The mens were looking at the two womens, wondering what was happening.

"How did you find us ?" Park asked, taking back her angry look

"Hudson's superior...." Adler replied, cutting himself before starting to speak again "He knew that the MI6 was hiding something and he forced his way inside to find you."

"He threatened my superiors ?" Park said, holding Bell and Adler nodded,

"He's willing to have Bell back under the CIA contr-....."

"No....not the CIA, I don't want that." Bell exclaimed, not moving "Not anymore."

"And you two ?" Park looked back at Woods and Mason

"We were forced to participate in the mission as Hudson's superior has threatened Alex's kid." Woods admitted

"You had a kid, Alex ?" Bell asked, she has forgotten so many things that she couldn't remember everything.

"Yeah, I told you that back before you left.....I'm sorry if you had to hear it again." Mason looked down, he was dead worried about Bell, now knowing her true self.

"So, they threatened your kid ?" Park added

"Yeah, those fuckers forced us to stay in the team." Woods affirmed, using his usual behavior towards his 'boss'

"And why are you here ?"

"Hudson ordered the three of us to get Bell back." Adler replied, getting comfy in his seat

"And you're willing to do it ?" Bell said, firmly

"We want to help you, Bell." Adler told her but for Bell, it was just another lie again, why the CIA would help anyone like her and hell, why the CIA is even helping ?

"Help me ?" Bell repeated, looking at Adler with wide eyes "You can't do that."

"And why we can't do that ?" Adler asked

"Because I'm dying !"

Bell yelled at him, using her strengh to do it as she was getting weaker each day and her voice was following the same thing. Bell started to have some tears falling from her eyes as the mens were shocked to hear that. Mason & Wood couldn't believe it at all but they realized in horror when they saw Park's face decomposing itself at hearing Bell.

"I'm dying and I'm just waiting for the moment to come." She added, angry and sad "I'm losing my memories and I can't get out of that house without having an attack."

"Bell, it's.....you can't tell us that." Mason exclaimed, knowing how it feels "You can be saved !"

"No, I can't and I think it's too late to talk about saving me." She started to redress from Park, sitting on the couch "My brain is going crazy each day."

"Bell...." Adler tried to say but she couldn't let him speak,

"I can't remember your names, I forget sometimes my own name and worst, I forget who is Park." She was starting to cry "It's the same thing each day."

"Bell, you can't give up like that." Woods tried to say, his voice were nearly cracking

"I don't want to be drugged again, Frank....I'm afraid of taking something that could maybe help me."

"Park, tell us that you can't believe her." Mason saw Park's face and realized that she wasn't able to do a thing

"I promised to stay with her until the end at all costs, I knew the risk and it's torturing me each day to see her like that but I respected her wish." She whispered long enough, giving a little smile to Bell "We got engaged." She continued to smile

"You....you....really ?" Mason said, sounding shocked of happiness

"Well not officialy but she bought me an ring, asking me to be her fiancee."

"It's wonderful !"

"Yeah but now it's so hard for me to hold on....."

"Park, I know that Bell....." Adler spoke up but again, cut by Bell,

"You don't know a thing about what I want." She started "You know only things that YOU want !" She added, raising her voice at the max she could have done "I can't....I can't forgive you for what you have done to me, Adler." She then got up from the couch as Park got close to her in case "Let me just....;fucking die, damnit !" She yelled but then, she calmed herself down.

"It's okay, Bell." Park holded her hand with Bell's one

"I....I need to go to sleep." Bell looked down "I'm tired !" She then looked at Park "I need you."

"Go...I'll join in a minute." She then released Bell from her hands as she was given a little kiss on the forehead by her before she started to walk slowly, not forgetting her diary, going upstairs, looked by the others.

"Park, tell us that it isn't true !" Mason said again

"Bloody hell, it's real !" She didn't shout at all, wanting to keep her calm "I can't forgive myself to have helped Adler doing that and look now."

"I'm sorry." Adler replied, worried

"Don't ! " Park looked at him in fury "You can't convince me too." She got up from the couch, needing to join Bell "I....I need to join her."

"And what now ?" Adler asked

"You can sleep here on the couch or in your car if you want as long you're not going to take Bell from me but don't come upstairs, please." She looked at the three of them "I need to be with her until the end." She whispered, leaving the mens in the living room as she got up the stairs.

She was feeling so bad right now : Adler was there in the house, she wanted to get him, Woods and Mason out of it but she wasn't willing to show her anger anymore, it will have been a useless fight she was going to lose anyway. She walked slowly to the bedroom, fearing like each time she was coming back at home, she opened the door of it, Bell was on the bed, lying down on it, looking at the big window of their room overlooking the sea.

Bell wasn't even under the blanket, her right hand was holding her face against the bed and she was still dressed up in her clothes, she was crying and she was getting weaker. Her diary were posed on the nightstand, closed. She knows that Park was there and she didn't move or even react. Park sit on the bed before joining Bell, putting her both arms around her, to recomfort her.

"How're you feeling ?" Park asked like each night.

"Bad.....worse." Bell replied, her voice lowered "Isn't it beautiful, right ?" She asked, gesturing at the view, changing the subject

"I know, you remember your proposal you make to me ?" Park smiled about talking about it

"Yeah, it's the only thing I didn't lose." Bell was sounding happy, didn't lose that memory was helping her a little about remembering Park everyday

"I'm still proud of that, I wanted big things for both of you." Park said, proudly

"Helen....I....I....I'm getting cold." Bell whispered "Is it....is it normal ?"

"Don't think about it !" Park reinforced her hold around Bel, pulling both women closer and closer until they were against each other, wanting to warm "It's going to be okay." Park added, closing her eyes, needing to sleep"Just....try to sleep, okay ?" She also whispered

"I love you, Helen." Bell said before she closed her eyes too to sleep

"I love you too." Park replied

The silence came in the room as both women start to sleep peacefully in their room, both in their own thoughts and it was so hard for Park right now. Each day were getting closer to the moment she was fearing the most and she was prepared to live that even it would so hard for her to get on....to move on after that. Bell was everything to her and she was going to lose her. She lost her family....her brother.....and now, she was going to lose Bell.

This night was very long and Park couldn't have one minute of sleeping without thinking of every moments she has spent with Bell during two months. She was loving her so much that she wasn't able to think one moment, to have her removed from her life. She wanted to help her to move on and that what she did : she helped her get a normal life she dreamed about but it was torturing so much that Bell wasn't going to make a whole life because of her state.

It was breaking her heart a lot and even she was saying to herself that she was going to be strong, she couldn't in fact. She promised Bell to stay with her and she couldn't return with the MI6 and working with the CIA again after what happened. She remembered the night before Bell left the safehouse : just them, looking at the stars as Bell was talking about getting lost around those stars......and she know that Bell will be among those stars soon.....

Park woke up first in the early morning as the sun were rising up, her arms were still around Bell, they didn't move a lot but then, she put her hand above Bell's heart......it wasn't beating anymore, the moment happened and it was finished for Park as she was continuing to hold her :

Bell.....was no more !

After all these days of a normal life, Bell died peacefully in her sleep, hugged by the one she loved, a smile on her face that was all white. She couldn't fight it and now, she was no longer alive. Bell was no longer here. Park wanted to cry all part of her body, thinking about what Bell said to her before sleeping. It was so hard for her to move on now and to get out of the bed. She didn't want to left her but she had to announce to the others the sad news. She got up from the bed and she gave a kiss on Bell's forehead.

She was shaking a lot as she walked downstairs to join the others. When she got down, Adler, Woods and Mason were at the table, having prepared the breakfast for the womens...

"Hey, Park !" Woods smiled, trying to forget everything from last night

"We prepared Bell's coffee : we know that it's her favourite." Mason was doing the same as Park was having a little smile until she broke it, she couldn't smile anymore "What ?" Mason asked

"She's gone !" Park whispered, starting to cry

"No.....no, it can't be....."

"She's gone in her sleep.....peacefully." Hearing this shocked the mans, Woods wanted to throw the cup of coffee he had in hand in anger but it wouldn't help him. Mason was going to cry too but he was holding on. Bell was someone very close to him during the times the two were together like Woods. They were her biggest friends alongside Lazar. Adler was.....for the first time, sad. He really wanted to help Bell but he knew that she wasn't going to be convinced. "She joined the stars !" Park added, looking at the window, her eyes full of tears

"Park, we're sorry !" Woods exclaimed silently

"I....I need to stay with her, that's what she wanted." She said before slowly making her way back upstairs, the mans wanted to stop her but they couldn't. Woods put down his cup of coffee on the table and put his hands on the chair in front of him, holding it with all his might.

"She's dead." He said, overtaken by the news "Alex, I can't believe it."

"I know, she didn't deserve that." Mason replied "She was a good person.....and she preferred to die."

"I'm feeling so ashamed." Adler affirmed, feeling guilty after all this time, he wanted to make amends with Bell and he never had the chances. "We killed her....I killed her."

"It's too late to change that, Adler." Woods almost yelled, angry about him....about everything. "You and your fucking mind games with Hudson !"

"I'm sorry." Adler put his head in his hands

"You can't be fucking sorry now." Mason added "She died by your fault, damnit."

"I know !" Adler almost yelled too, making an new silence between the guys, wondering what to do now. Mason got up from his seat,

"Maybe....maybe I can talk with Park for a moment." He said but no one responded, all looking down. He walked away, slowly getting up the stairs, leaving Woods and Adler in the kitchen.

Woods was remembering everything from Bell : her kindness towards the others, her humor and her brave spirit. He always thought highly of her and his best friend Alex was thinking the same but the two never thought about Bell's true identity and after they learned it, they were feeling so bad about her. It broke both mens hearts when Bell wasn't able to recognize them and when they discover that Bell was facing death and memory loss, it broke them further. Today, they lost someone precious....

Adler was feeling so bad right now, he was the one to be blamed for : he forced Park to follow him into brainwashing Bell, he was him who were drugging her food and drinks each time. He was so angry when Bell gave him her real thoughts about him but after some times, he realized that his anger was an big mistake from him and that's why he volunteered to get a chance to talk to Bell but it was obvious that Bell will never forgive him.

They couldn't cry, trying to calm themselves until.......

"WOODS !"

It was Mason screaming from upstairs, sounding so shocked. At hearing this, Woods started to run in the stairs, fearing the worst from his friend, he was followed quickly by Adler as he arrived next to where Mason were standing, he was looking at something horrible and when Woods looked at, he realized the horror too......Park......Park wasn't able to hold on.......she was in the bed with Bell, hugging her but now......Park was no more......

"No....not her too !" Woods arrived, getting next to Park and checking her pulse, she was dead too.

"She....she killed herself." Mason looked at the nightstand where he could see some meds, realizing that Park provoked an overdose to herself "She....she couldn't accept it." He found next to those meds a letter : a suicide note......

Please, let me stay with her, I can't be separated from her !

Helen

"I.....I can't believe it !" Adler was getting more worried and guilty

"Bell was everything to Park.....and she wasn't able to lose her." Woods put his hand softly on Park, with an sad look "I'm so.....sad....."

"I think....I need to get some air." Mason said, exiting the room, tears falling from his eyes

"I'm gonna call the MI6, telling them what happened." Adler exclaimed "They need to be given a proper funeral together !"

Mason exited the house behind, looking at the sea. It was so hard for him now to accept the fact that they just witnessed Park and Bell's death in the house they slept in. They just lost an friend....two friends who loved each other. Park wasn't able to move on and like she said, she wanted to stay with Bell until the end, she needed to die too. As he was looking at the sea, he could start to see Bell's ghost overlooking the sea.....and then, Park ghost joined her too.

He wasn't dreaming at all : he was really seeing them, like if they were alive. He still looked at them, knowing that he will be the last time he will see them. They both joined their hands together, looking at the sea and then looking at each other, Mason could hear them talking.

"So, it was time...." Bell voice was cracking

"Yes, I couldn't move on without you, Bell !" Park voice was also cracked

"It's okay !" Bell put her hand on Park face "Ready ?"

"Yes." Park replied

"Let's go join the stars, Helen !" She smiled before they pulled for a hug and then, they were gone from Mason's sight.

It was the last time he could see them, he was happy and sad at the same time because he know that they will be joining a place very peaceful and away from that terrible world. They leaved this world happy and together. Bell was so relieved to have Park at her side during all that times and now, her and Park were going to a place that was so wonderful and good for them, she lived a good life.....a good normal life with Helen Park, the one she was loving the entire time and now....

They flied away....to join the stars !