#its so crazy how her ratings also in the same order.

[misslovestruck]

Oh my.

Fmk

@emberflit-alley-herald

@thesignalfortheworld

@the-arcane-herald

Marry Machine Herald Viktor, he’s definitely the most… down-to-earth.

Fuck Arcane Herald Viktor, it would be a very interesting experience.

Kiss Commune Viktor, he is somehow the most unsettling to me.

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted

So despite how much I like the first two Madagascars, I've never seen this one. I do vividly remember the trailers for it though, and based on those trailers, I thought this was going to be an annoying waste of time back when it came out, so I skipped it. Suffice to say, I was (for the most part) wrong. Cause the Madagascar trilogy ends on a fairly high note!

We pick up with our squad of animals leaving Africa, this time finding themselves in Europe, where they're hunted down by the intense animal control Captain DuBois. To escape her wrath, they join up with a traveling circus, hoping to impress a promoter in order to finally get back to New York. Along the way, we have the group befriending (and in some cases falling in love) with the circus animals as they try to keep up the act that they are circus animals themselves.

So yeah, there's a lot going on here, and the movie is rapidly paced to accomodate it, but I think that actually works in this movie's favor? Like, the tone here is a lot sillier and more out there than the first two, but the way it pulls off its own inherent zaniness just... works somehow. The humor is over the top yet still maintains more or less the same level of quality the first two Madagascars had (though I can't say it surpasses them in any real reguard).

The characters here are all just as fun as usual. Alex is once again our focal point of the group, and I am a little disappointed that some of the other more minor characters, the Penguins in particular, aren't really left with anything too plot significant to do (granted their own spinoff movie was probably in the works by this point so I'll give it a pass). The new characters are also pretty fun, with the embittered tiger Vitaly who comes around to the group in the end, the spirited jaguar Gia who is just a delightful love interest for Alex, and the absolute sweetheart sea lion Stefano. They're all great additions to the cast and have great chemistry with our established animal crew.

But I think its safe to say the best part of this movie is its villain, Captain DuBois. This woman is CRAZY, man. She is so utterly unhinged, so delightfully devious, and the way they animate her is so fucking funny. She had me cracking up every second she was on screen, like damn give this woman an award for most underrated Dreamworks villain or something. She deserves it.

The animation here is surprisingly beautiful. Like there are some scenes in this movie, particularly the circus performance scene, that were just a FEAST to the eyes. I dare say this is one of Dreamworks' prettiest movies I've seen in the watch so far. Yeah, I know, a Madagascar movie, of all things. But it's true! The colors just pop, the movements of the camera and the characters are so sweeping and refined, the score... is kind of forgettable, but visually, this movie is great.

When it comes to it's predecessors, I can't say I like this more than the first two. It lacks a good bit of heart that they had, and its humor does skew just a bit more juvenile than the first two. But when it shines, it really shines, and I'm really surprised at how much I ended up liking it! Turns out, you really can't judge a book by its cover, or a movie by its... rather poorly made trailer.

Overall Rating: 7/10

Verdict: Get mounted on DuBois' wall

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What I’ve Been Watching This Year

by Isobelle Cruz [April 13, 2023]

March has passed and I figure it’s too late to follow through with a post on the female directors I love, so instead, here’s a short list of the shows and films I’ve been watching this year in no specific order.

Beef (2023)

Directed by Lee Sung Jin

My most recent and favorite watch…lo and behold, Beef. A show about two extremely vulnerable and flawed people masking themselves through pride and borderline pettiness. Beef has it all from road rage, heist, and arson, to child abduction.

The Netflix Original starring Ali Wong and Steven Yeung features some of the most lonely characters I’ve seen on film. Danny Cho is a struggling self-proclaimed contractor that works every opportunity he’s given to keep him and his brother afloat while also standing by his promise to buy their parents a house in Los Angeles. With all of that weight at hand, Danny resorts to attempts at suicide and at the perfect time, meets Amy Lau—a woman just as lonely, struggling, and desperate at life as Danny.

But I promise you, it is not as touching as I made it out to be.

Danny and Amy take turns attacking each other after a road rage incident—pissing in Amy’s bathroom floor, vandalizing Danny’s truck, breaking into her house, fucking his brother, kidnapping her daughter—it never seems to end. … Until it does, in the middle of nowhere. The final episode of Danny and Amy in the Deserts reminded me of animals in the wild, a representation of what humans are in the grand scheme of it all. Beef is a must-watch for the hot-tempered, prideful Asians out there who are looking to see themselves on screen

Aftersun (2022)

Directed by Charlotte Wells

Aftersun was an experience. It was uneventful yet somehow spoke so much to me about the joys I’ve been holding myself back from and continue to do. I’d say that Aftersun is so well-loved because of how much it’s able to connect with its audience, despite their varying experiences in life.

It reminded me so much of a trip I had gone on with my father when I was about the same age as Sophie. It’s happened, it’s passed, and I can’t say it really made a drastic impact on my life. But it was there. It is now a memory—which is exactly what the film was. Instead of showing a major turning point in the protagonist’s life, it showed a memory, and it was enough for me to love.

Daisy Jones & the Six (2023)

Directed by James Ponsoldt, Nzingha Stewart, and Will Graham

Let me start off by saying how rich the production for Daisy Jones & the Six was, firstly through their music. I still remember when I first got my hands on the book and searched the band on Spotify, knowing very well that no results would come up, but now there they are—-with 3 million monthly listeners and 24 songs released.

Although the production and marketing went beyond my expectations, the writing seemed to lack, unable to show depth and establish the characters’ relationships with each other. The show went straight to the point, as though the writers had been scared of losing the audience’s attention by putting more focus on the little things, which I would doubt. It lacked the craziness that was found in the book. It lacked the drugs, women, fans, and the skyrocketing feel of their career that were always present in Reed’s works.

Nonetheless, these things never dragged down my rating of the show. It was interesting to finally see what Daisy and Billy’s chemistry looked like on screen and hear their lyrics come to life, which were, oh, so difficult to read on paper. Amazon Prime did its job to reach DJATS fans’ expectations and to entertain newcomers to the fictional band. — Let’s just hope Netflix does the same for Evelyn Hugo.

Suzume (2023)

Directed by Makoto Shinkai

My first anime experience in the cinema. Suzume’s soundtrack blasting from the speakers and Makoto Shinkai’s breathtaking art displayed before me brought this urge to jump through the screen. The atmosphere his art carried through the room was something I wish I could do with my own works.

Throughout the whole watch, it didn’t come to me that this was a love story between two people. There was that obvious crush Suzume had on Sōta, but it surprises me to hear a few people refer to this film as romance. It was moreover an emotional adventure, shining light on the lost souls that have made inches of the world alive.

My favorite scene, before Sōta is turned into a keystone, wherein Tokyo is shown in slow-motion with people going through their everyday lives—eating, shopping, and commuting–-while not knowing their world was on the brink of end, made me ponder of the unseen things that make life the way it is. Everything that has brought everyone to where they are.

There had been times when Suzume and Sōta would prepare to lock up a door once again and I’d think to myself, when will this end? It was as though listening to a song that would repeat the same line over and over again, but besides that, the pacing was captivating---had my eyes stuck to the screen the whole time.

Suzume is exactly what you would expect from Makoto Shinkai. Beautiful art, music, and an okay story.

Babylon (2023)

Directed by Damien Chazelle

Ask me if I’m tired of watching films set in Hollywood and I would likely say yes. But that doesn’t stop me from doing just so over and over again. It surprised me to see how negative the reviews on Babylon have been and almost allowed myself to be swayed by them, but thankfully, had chosen otherwise.

Although I do see where some of the negativity comes from.

The film has been branded as “ Chazelle’s attempt to pander to the Academy for another best pic nomination” by audiences, and as yet another film showing off the lavish and wild lives of Hollywood. Inequality, drugs, women, abuse, and everything. What’s new?

Well, I don’t really care about what’s new or what makes Babylon a poorly-made knockoff of Cinema Paradiso or Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Chazelle was able to keep me entertained and laughing throughout its 3-hour duration, and sometimes it gets really tiring trying to make cinema a technical experience. I can proudly say (shaking as I type this) that I loved Babylon.

[therobinbear]

Please check out a book that I particularly love, The Night And Its Moon by Piper CJ.

I want to tell you all about it, but at the same time I don’t want to spoil anything because everything I read sparked so much joy I’d hate to deprive you of that. So I’ll do my best to say as much as I can.

I first learned about The Night And It’s Moon when I stumbled upon a TikTok that the author, Piper CJ, made rating the reactions of her family when she came out to them in preparation of her book that would have the occasional non-heterosexual sex scene or two.

I don’t know about you, but I was immediately drawn in. I had to know everything I could about this fantasy book that caused a conservative family to want to disown someone. I was also in a point in my life where I was growing bored of all the books written by cis het white men. I dove down the rabbit hole.

I was hooked. I immediately pre-ordered TNAIM as soon as it was available and devoured it when it got in my hands.

Again, this is a spoiler free post, so please continue reading on about my favorite non-spoilery things about TNAIM.

First off, it has two things that every fantasy book should be required to have:

A map!!!

And a pronunciation guide!

Seriously, these are invaluable parts of a book that contains a hustling and bustling world inside.

Another terrific piece that gives you a unique insight to the author and her thought process is the dedication:

I was reminded of Lord of the Rings when I read TNAIM. It’s the feeling that you’re following a small story in a huge setting, and the story steadily gets bigger and bigger. The thing that puts TNAIM above LotR (wut??) is that queer people are front and center. Explicitly.

The book ends in a satisfying way, but also ensures that you want the next book as soon as possible to find out what the heck happens to everyone. So much crazy stuff happens. Several parties are split! How are they going to find each other again!? Which leads to my next book recommendation!

The Sun And Its Shade! (Also by Piper CJ! Coincidence?? I think not.)

I dare to say that TSAIS is even better than TNAIM. I’m assuming because TNAIM has to set up the world while TSAIS gets to go at full speed as soon as the book starts. We pick up pretty much right where the previous book left off, and zero time is wasted. Several burning questions were left unanswered in the previous book and thank goodness most if not all are answered here. But what drives the plot if not the quest for answers???? Rage. You will read out of rage. This is my reaction to finishing the book:

I already have a list that is two characters long whose deaths I am impatiently waiting for. Long, painful, slow deaths. And one of the book’s main antagonists isn’t on the list!!! (In an objective sense I want this antagonist to be murderized, but not on an emotional level like my main two.)

There you have it. A perfectly written, spoiler-free manifesto about why you should read these books, and then be all ready for The Gloom Between Stars in a couple months!

(I swear, if neither of the two characters on my list are dead by the end of Gloom, then by dangit I’ll be forced to buy and read the next book.)

[kevinsreviewcatalogue]

Review: Eega (2012)

Eega (The Fly) (2012)

Rated UA by the Central Board of Film Certification (rough MPAA equivalent: PG-13)

<Originally posted at https://kevinsreviewcatalogue.blogspot.com/2023/03/review-eega-2012.html>

Score: 4 out of 5

This past Friday, Popcorn Frights gave me my introduction to Tollywood cinema (no, not Bollywood -- same country, different language) in the form of Eega, one of the films that S. S. Rajamouli wrote and directed before RRR made people outside India start taking notice of him. An effects-driven fantasy action-comedy about a man who gets murdered, gets reincarnated as a fly, and sets out to take revenge on the man who killed him, its plot and tone felt reminiscent of the old '90s family comedy Mouse Hunt, only jacked up to a downright insane level courtesy of both some genuine edge to its plot and a truly great villain performance by Sudeepa that managed to cross language barriers. This was a wild movie, and while the first act was pretty weird in how it framed the romance that ultimately becomes a key driving force in the story, once the part with the fly got going I was too busy laughing my socks off and being impressed by some of the visuals that they managed to cook up on a fairly small budget (roughly $6-7 million US). It's on Netflix, so if you wanna see something absolutely wacky that's nonetheless an actual good movie as well, check this one out.

Our protagonist Nani is an ordinary man who's madly in love with his next-door neighbor Bindu, a miniatures artist whose day job is running an NGO that assists local schools, a feeling that she's finally starting to notice and reciprocate. Seeking to raise money for her organization, Bindu reaches out to Sudeep, a sleazy, womanizing local land developer who uses the promise of funding in an attempt to make Bindu his new wife -- and when he notices that Bindu also has eyes for Nani, Sudeep decides to kill the lowly worker in order to get him out of the way. Unfortunately for Sudeep, even death can't stop Nani's love, as he's reincarnated as a fly who fully remembers his past life and sets out to make Sudeep's life a living hell, slowly driving him mad as he starts to believe in the "crazy" idea that a fly has developed a grudge against him.

The first half-hour or so was a mixed bag, less due to the film's technical qualities (it could actually be quite charming, especially with the obligatory musical number) and more due to how it presented Nani's unreciprocated love for Bindu. To put it as nicely as possible, he's depicted as something close to a stalker in his constant attempts to get her attention, to the point that even his roommate calls him out for it, and yet it's presented as just a goofy character quirk even though, in real life, there's a reason why women get uneasy about that sort of behavior. Yes, this movie comes from a different time (2012 was just coming out of a golden age for pickup artistry) and a different country, and the film is self-aware about it and makes Nani the butt of the joke as much as anyone, but it's still kind of off-putting, especially given that it's implied that Bindu really was just playing hard to get and does eventually fall for him by the end of the first act. If I'd written their dynamic, I would've focused more on Bindu being an upwardly-mobile middle-class artist and professional and Nani being a working-class laborer, making it a situation where Bindu clearly has affection for Nani but is afraid of being judged for dating below her status, a dynamic that would've played nicely into Bindu's interactions with the wealthy villain Sudeep who wants to claim her as his trophy wife. Instead, the way it came across felt like an obsessive romantic successfully wearing down the object of his affection because she's decided that the alternative is worse, even if the film did at least have some self-awareness about how Nani was acting.

That said, once Nani dies and comes back, a lot of that fades into the background in favor of a nonstop mix of hilarious comic set pieces and genuinely entertaining action scenes. Rajamouli gives this movie a style and flair you don't normally see in fantasy comedies coming out of Hollywood, with the numerous effects shots especially making up for their low budget with a measure of cartoony stylization that goes well with what's (mostly) a very family-friendly film. Nani has as much lovable character as a fly as he did as a human, arguably moreso given that we're no longer shown his stalker-ish tendencies, while Samantha Ruth Prabhu as Bindu carries the entirety of their relationship as she has to spend most of the movie pretending that the love of her life is now inhabiting the body of a fly, complete with outfitting him with protective goggles to resist bug spray and tiny metal claws to let him scratch at things. Some moments in this movie get wild, from our introduction to Fly!Nani first learning how to be a fly by traveling through a park to him harassing a traffic cop to cause gridlock in an intersection to the bit where Sudeep hires a witch doctor named Tantra to possess two birds to send after the fly. This movie's mix of action and slapstick comedy is bursting with creativity, constantly coming up with new ways to make me laugh myself silly.

While the fly may be the main character, this movie would not have worked nearly as well as it did without the mononymous actor Sudeepa playing the film's main villain, the very similarly named Sudeep (without the "a"). Sudeep is a caricature of a yuppie scumbag, a guy who we're introduced to skeet shooting while hitting on a woman who's later revealed to be another man's wife, such that he makes Nani look like a downright catch in comparison. The torment he receives from the fly over the course of the film may be over-the-top, but he makes it clear throughout that he deserves every bit of it, seeing other people as props and NPCs in his own story and not caring who he hurts. What's more, Sudeepa clearly had a lot of fun playing this guy who's slowly losing his mind as a little fly refuses to leave him be. He felt like a rich douchebag out of an '80s Hollywood comedy who, whether he's the hero or the villain, is above all else the butt of every joke as the movie finds new ways to creatively torture him both physically and mentally, and his ultimate comeuppance at the end was very well-deserved.

(Also, if American blockbusters insist on getting longer and longer, maybe they should imitate the Indian moviegoing tradition of having an intermission. Popcorn Frights didn't actually do the intermission for this and jumped straight into the second half, and frankly, at 2 hours and 14 minutes this one wasn't too long, but still.)

The Bottom Line

Eega was an extremely charming and hilarious movie that had some rough edges early on, but otherwise made a great introduction for yours truly to both S. S. Rajamouli and Indian cinema in general, and earns my recommendation.

[moonflowerbread]

calamitous

ca•lam•i•tous

/kəˈlamədəs/

adjective

involving calamity; catastrophic or disastrous.

"You can taste the satisfying, chaotic, calamitous losses and defeats the near future holds for the House of the Dragon."

fandom(s) : HotD/DotD (asoiaf)

genre(s) : fantasy, romance, drama

pairing(s) : Prince Aemond Targaryen × Baratheon! Reader (Fem) - Slight/Implied

rating : 16+ recommend

warning(s) : reader is a kinda crazy?, mentions of disfigurement (Aemond losing his eye), OC! Reader (if that makes any sense),

plot : Prince Aemond Targaryen goes to Storm's End in order to gain the loyalty of Lord Borros Baratheon. In order to do so, Prince Aemond must choose between five sisters to marry.

A/N : this is basically just an Aemond × OC story but with the use of you/your :D, this is also my first story to be shared publicly so I do hope you enjoy!

(I do NOT give permission to edit this story, in ANY way)

(gif(s) used above does NOT belong to me and I do NOT claim any rights to it)

Just hours ago, your father had forewarned you and your sisters of the stately Targaryen Prince that stood before you all now.

Throughout your childhood, you had been told many stories of House Targaryen and the questionable sanity of its family members. Apparently, or so Cassandra has claimed, a hatred had been seeded between the family after King Viserys named his eldest child, the comley Princess Rhaenyra his heir.

It's said that the hostility between family members only grew stronger after a lamentable event occurred that lead to the loss of Prince Aemond Targaryen's left eye at the hands of his younger nephew, Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

It was wrong, but after learning of what happened to the Prince all those years ago, when you were only a child, you began wondering what it was like. How you wished to experience what it felt like to take the eye of another person, to permanently maim another person.

You were immediately aware how distasteful your unusual appetite for all things dark and gruesome. No child of nine should be daydreaming of the odious murders and torture of others when breaking one's fast, or taking a bath, or when laying awake instead of trying to fall asleep.

You knew all this, but eventually the thoughts of harming others consummed you entirely. You were no longer a curious child who had heard one too many stories of morbid things before bedtime, you had become a young beast whose mind constantly thought of fantasy images of all things brutal.

"Sister," Your sweet younger sister Floris whispers out to your youngest sister, Ellyn.

In physical appearance and personality, you and your sisters are very different.

Your four sisters, two older and two younger, were nicknamed the Four Storms because of their constant and merciless bickering, while you usually stood silently to the side, unamused.

Each of your sisters shared the same untamed dark hair and remarkable blue eyes of your father. You, however, had the dark eyes and strawberry-blonde hair of your adored mother.

Floris, who is five-and-ten, is widely regared as the prettiest daughter of Lord Borros Baratheon and Lady Elenda Caron due to her thick eyelashes, plump lips, and naturally curvy body. You have been envious of Floris since your shared youth, with you being only eleven moons older than her, before you could even understand what the word even meant.

This, alone, is why you strongly suspect Prince Aemond will choose your sweet younger sister as his bride tonight.

If you am correct in my prediction, Maris will surely be upset. Maris, who is only a year older than you, had been yearning to be in a place of high power since her childhood. Always wanting to use her intelligence to become powerfully and wealthy. So, becoming the wife of a Prince, like the stoic young man listening to our father's ramblings, is just what she needs to achieve these life-long goals.

Everything was going smoothly, with the white haired Prince staring expectantly at each of you, his impressive sword proudly poking out from behind his black leather cloak.

A hand came to rest on your stomach in an attempt to pacify the uncomfortable nerves shooting through your body as the Prince's intimidating purple eye began to gaze upon you silently.

The intensity of his stare felt like a challenge to you, purple and black clashing together in a silent demand to keep eye contact.

The tranquility inside the icy interior of Storm's End was interrupted by the fortuitous arrival of the timid Prince Lucerys.

A pup of a man, your father's voice mocks in your head.

"Prince Lucerys Velaryon," A voice introduced the young boy.

Prince Aemond turned away from you, something dangerous glinting in his beautiful eye as he looked at his newly arrived nephew.

"Son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen." The man finished, thunder sounding off somewhere in the distance.

Involuntarily, your eyes narrow at the dark haired Prince, immediately understanding why the bastard has made an appearance. No doubt acting as a loyal messenger for his mother, trying to remind who swore themselves to the late King Viserys' eldest born.

"Lord Borros, I have brought you a message from my mother," The pup finally speaks up, his jaw clenching slightly, "The Queen."

You can feel laughter bubbling in your throat at his impressively brave, but stupid words. You have no personal quarrel with Princess Rhaenyra and would love nothing more than to finally see a woman rule, to see a Queen sit the Iron Throne. But, you are no fool. You ade aware, thanks to your father's enjoyment of hearing himself speak, what is likely to become of the kingdom if a woman was to rule.

"Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King. Which is it?" Your father jokes, his hands wrapping impatiently around the arms of his seat, "King or Queen?"

A titter spills from your throat, the same suppressed laugh that had been waiting to be released.

Prince Aemond turns his head to stare at you once again, a tight smirk playing on his lips as words begin flying out of your mouth in a sneer as you look up to my father, "The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it."

You have nothing against Prince Lucerys or anyone else from the noble House Targaryen, but your eyes still desperately search my father's face. The strong desire to please your father has blurred right and wrong since you were a toddler.

Your heart lifts in your chest as your father, and your two oldest sisters, crease up at your deride towards the younger Prince.

When you finally look away from your father, you notice the intense but welcoming stare from Prince Aemond.

For just a moment, you feared maybe he disliked you now, but then you quickly remember his feelings for you are worth nothing as he will not choose you to wed.

"What's your mothers message?" The demanding voice of your father pulls you from your distraction.

Prince Lucerys reaches inside his red cloak, successfully pulling out a tightly rolled letter from within.

Your throat dries in anticipation, dark eyes glancing to the tall Prince standing slightly in front of you for just a moment before watching the important letter be handed off to your father.

He holds the unopened paper before raising his voice in annoyance, "Where's the bloody maester?"

Your eyes fall onto one of the people standing neatly in the distance. A pressure begins to form in the middle of your eyebrows as his eyes meet yours for a second, sensing your stare before scurrying to your father, the satisfying panicked tapping of his poorly polished shoes echoing his embarrassment throughout the tenebrous castle.

Now tired of waiting to learn the contents within the letter delivered by Prince Lucerys, you look to your sweet sister Floris who stands silently to your right, symbolizing to Prince Aemond that you are older than she is.

She playfully raised her eyebrows at tou once your eyes meet, her blue eyes glancing to the boy pup and to you again.

You eyes roll at her silent question, her smile is interrupted by your father's sudden outburst. His anger was visible in the way his pupils expand to devour almost all the blue of his iris'.

"King Aegon at least came with an offer; my swords and banners for a marriage pact. If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed," He glances over to you and your sisters for a moment, "Boy."

You can almost taste the panic swell inside the young Prince, his chin raising slightly in an attempt to calm his nerves before responding.

"My lord, I am not free to marry. I am already betrothed."

Your father lets out a deep sigh, "So, you come with empty hands. Go home, pup. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."

Your eyes dart from your father to the younger Prince who stands silently, trying desperately to stay brave in the face of such harsh rejection.

After taking in a small breath to steady himself, Prince Lucerys claims, "I shall take your answer to the Queen, my Lord." His brown eyes narrowing slightly at his soundless uncle.

The One-Eyed Prince smirks humorlessly at his pug-nosed nephew, his sharp jaw clenching in clear annoyance.

Your eyes close shut as the bastard Prince begins to leave, the tightness enveloped around your chest slowly leaving, much to your distaste.

"Wait," Prince Aemons demands, his voice alone stopping his family member from leaving and forcing your eyes to open again, "My Lord Strong."

A satisfied smile spreads on your face, deep dimples forming effortlessly at the domineering jest.

You watch the young Prince quietly as he turns to face his uncle.

"Did you really think that you could fly about the realm trying to my brother's throne at no cost?" The Prince of Old Valyria colours speaks again, his polished black shoes slowly tapping the hard floor.

Quickly, Prince Lucerys says, "I will not fight you."

How unfortunate, you think as your eyes narrow at the boy just barely younger than yourself.

"I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

Your head tilts to one side, making some of your hair fall from it's near place tucked behind your ear as you let a scoff escape into the air, "Prince Lucerys, forgive me but, you do not actually believe yourself fit to fight, do you?"

The secondborn son of Princess Rhaenyra looks at you, his dark eyebrows creased in worry at your comment, likely detecting your threatening tone.

Feeling the stare of the first Prince to arrive in Storm's End, you look at him, expecting to be greeted with an unwelcome glare but, instead, you are being smiled at.

A few silent seconds pass as he continues to stare at you silently before turning his head back to his eldest sister's bastard.

"I want you to put out your eye," The Targaryen Prince begins, his fingers taking ahold of the black patch covering his left eye to removing it, revealing a beautiful sapphire which has replaced the eye he lost so many years ago, "As payment for mine. One will serve; I do not wish to blind you."

You let out a quiet breath from between the small opening between your lips when Prince Aemond pulls a small dagger from his waist, only to throw it to the ground and towards his nephew.

Your hand comes to your mouth, your teeth taking the nail of my thumb between them as excitement squeezes at your heart.

"I plan to make a gift of it to my wife," Prince Aemond declares, his purple eye fixating on you for only a second.

Your head lowers slightly in thought, wondering if you had merely imagined Prince Aemond's eye on you.

"No." Was Prince Lucerys' simple answer.

Prince Aemond's long white hair fluttered lightly with the wind flowing in the great castle as he spoke, his chin raised high, "Than you are craven, as well as a traitor."

"Not here." Your father attempts to intervene the brewing argument.

Suddenly, without warning, Prince Aemond advanced forward, easily picking up the dagger he had thrown earlier, his voice much more manic from just seconds ago, "Give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard!"

Prince Lucerys took his sword out of its sheath, taking multiple steps back as fear contorts his face.

"Not in my hall !" Your father yells out, standing up from his seat made of stone as his eyes look between the two young Princes.

Prince Aemond stops his aggressive approach, the dagger tight in his hands as his eyes continue to stare holes into the bastard Prince.

"The boy came as an envoy." He reminds the roomful of people, but mostly Prince Aemons whose chest heaves, "I'll not have bloodshed beneath my roof."

You look to your father's tense frame, eyes narrowing at him, disappointed in the sudden halt of action between the two feuding Princes.

"Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon."

When nobody dares to move, scared to disturb the calmness washing over, almost, everyone now that the fight has been stopped before it could get any more dangerous.

"Now." He demands coldly.

And so, the guards do as they are told.

As the knights escort the young Prince through the great doors of Storm's End, you watch the back of Prince Lucerys' head carefully, thinking fondly of the sudden flavor of death melting on your sharp tongue.

You can taste the satisfying, chaotic, calamitous losses and defeats the near future holds for the House of the Dragon.

[greenpidge101]

Richie and Stanley’s friendship pt3

What Bill and Eddie learned from being friends with Stanley and Richie was that they were little shits. You’d think that Stanley would a saint but with Richie, they become two halves of a whole idiot. 

The amount of trouble they got into because of the two boys was crazy. The rest of the losers would find this out when they joined later on. 

Richie and Stan very much enabled each other. Richie could somehow convince Stan to do literally anything and Stanley would be an annoying little shit when he needed to be.

Most teachers prayed that they didn't have the two boys together in their classes. They were both good students who were on honor role and got amazing grades, its just they would find ways to annoy each other and bickered like an old married couple. 

The two boys had many firsts together. Stanley taught Richie how to ride his bike without training wheels, Richie helped Stanley through his first Panic attack, sneaking into a R rated movies, Richie was the reason Stanley found a Barred owl nest,fighting a demon clown... etc

The boys also had there first kiss together, they were about 15 when it happened. The boys were just hanging out after school working on a project and Richie asked Stan to kiss him. Stanley looks at his best friend and kisses him. Richie kisses him back, the kiss lasted like 5 seconds and then after the boys went back to there homework.

They don’t really talk about that kiss until later when Richie comes out to Stan as Bisexual. Stanley is super supportive, saying that he already kinda guessed knew but he was proud of him nonetheless.

As they get older, more and more loser start leaving and forgetting, leaving just Stan, Richie and Mike. (The order in my head goes Bev, Bill, Ben, Eddie)

Richie is heartbroken after eddie leaves the summer before their senior year and turns to Stan for comfort. Stanley,of course ,helps out his best friend. Mike helps out as well but since Stanley knows him best, mike lets him take the lead.

Mike, Stanley and Richie get really close and hang out every day, trying and figure out why the other losers forgot. This is where Mike agrees to stay behind so that he doesn’t forgot.

Throughout the school year Richie gets really nervous about going away to college because he doesn’t want to forget and gets Stanley to apply to the same colleges as him. Stanley also doesn’t want to forget so he does

But the clown has it ways and they don’t get into the same colleges. The boys are devastated. And Richie even considers just not going to college at all and just following Stanley to Georgia. Stanley doesn’t like that idea and knows how badly Richie wants to get as far away from Derry as he can.

The summer after graduation, the boys plus Mike plan a huge week long camping trip because Stanley got early admission and has to leave early for college. They try to make the best out of it but Richie is a hot mess the whole trip.

Stanley leaves two days after they get back from the trip. The Tozier’s take off of work to help pack Stanley’s things into the his car/say goodbye. Maggie cry’s when she hugs Stanley for the last time and Went holds back his when it’s his turn. When Stanley gets to Richie, they are both in hysterics. They can barely get any words out.

Stanley hands Richie his bird book and Richie gives Stanley a mix tape hoping that will help them remember each other. (It doesn’t) Stanley gives Richie one last hug and gets into his car and drives off.

Richie calls Stanley every day up until he leaves for college, then the calls slowly start to fade. Both the boys know that they have to call someone but they can’t remember who.

A few weeks after the calls stop coming Stanley meets Patty Blum, she reminds him of someone but he can’t place his finger on it. They become best friends quickly and later start dating. Stanley is head over heels in love with her but he can’t help but feel like he’s still missing something(or someone)important. They date throughout college and get married a little after they graduate. With the money they got from the wedding, they buy a cute house to start there lives together. Stanley creates an accounting firm with a friends from college that becomes pretty successful.

Richie makes lots of friends during his time in college but none of them fill the Stan sized whole in his heart. Senior year of college he meets his future manager Steve during a open mic. Steve is witty and quick thinking, and finds Richie somewhat funny. They become quick friends and Steve offers Richie a chance at becoming big. Richie takes the offer and drops out of college. He becomes Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier the loud mouth comedian.

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Secret Admirer | Part 5

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean x Bayley x Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Foursome, Everyone is Bi!Curious, Incestuous Awakenings all around, Dean’s dream to sleep with twins comes true, all the smut, Dom!Dean, Dom!Sam, Switch!Bayley, Sub!Reader, kissing, oral sex (f and m rec), instruction kink, Daddy kink, Daddy!Sam, p in v, p in a, strap on, face riding, sex toys, anal fingering, bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Bayley, light humiliation, name-calling, slut shaming (affectionate), praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, double penetration, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, sloppy seconds, cum play, again oddly fluffy at the end Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Quote D: “Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.” || @anyfandomkinkbingo - “How do you feel about two at once?” || @anyfandomgoesbingo - Multiple Orgasms | @spnkinkbingo - Corporal Punishment Word Count: 6.8k

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Dean hauls you to your feet and shoves you towards the bed unceremoniously, pushing down his boxers as he stumbles behind you before sitting at the head of the bed. 

“Lay down right here next to me, baby girl,” Sam pats the bed between your sister’s legs, and you slide into place, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Closer, c’mon now,” your dom orders, smacking your ass to urge you up the bed so your lips are practically touching Bayley’s evidently dripping pussy. Christ you can even smell how aroused she is, and suddenly you understand what Sam means every time he’s buried his head between your legs and told you that you smell so sweet. You’ve always thought he was just saying that to say it, just dirty talking, but now you see that he’s only been telling the truth. You wonder if Bayley will taste the way Sam always says you taste, too. 

“What do I do, Daddy?” you turn to Sam, mind suddenly empty of any idea of how to start. 

“Want you to copy everything Daddy does, ‘kay sweetheart?” He smiles at you seductively and you nod in agreement, laying your head against Bayley’s thigh to watch him closely.

Sam leans forward slowly, dragging his face along Bayley’s other thigh and breathing through his mouth, something you know tickles like crazy because of his stubble and shoulder length hair but also massively elevates the anticipation of finally feeling his lips where they’re desired most. He blows a gentle stream of air across her skin, and you see Bayley shudder, the muscles in her stomach twitching involuntarily. Then Sam finally kisses her, dragging his lips lightly between her legs, from her clit all the way to her entrance and then back to the top. He pulls back and looks at you, giving you your cue to try. 

You copy everything Sam had done, and you’re pleased when you get the same reaction out of Bayley that he’d gotten. When you’ve finished, you look back to Sam for further instruction. He smirks and pokes his tongue out, tracing it in a small circle around Bayley’s clit with barely any pressure, and you can see her clenching in aggravation, wanting more. You lean in as Sam’s pulling away, tongue dancing in the same pattern across her little bundle of nerves, and this time you hear a tiny whimper from above you. 

Taking initiative, you press yourself more fully against Bayley, leaving a shiny trail over her skin as your tongue plays with her, and the scent of her arousal becomes even more heady and overwhelming. 

“Good girl,” Sam coos above you, petting your back soothingly as you continue to circle your tongue in its pattern. “Kept going without me even telling you to, bet you’re just hungry to see what she tastes like, aren’t you?” 

“Mmhmm,” you hum, sealing your lips in a kiss that has Bayley gasping, her hands shooting down and twisting in your hair to hold you more firmly against her. 

“Do that again,” she pants, and you obey as readily as if it had been Sam giving you the instruction. You kiss her clit again in the same way, and she groans happily. 

“Use that tongue, baby girl,” Sam urges from your side, “we both know how good it is.” 

“Yeah we fuckin’ do,” Dean agrees, and Sam exhales sharply in amusement. 

“You enjoy my girl’s tongue, big brother?” 

“Uh... duh,” Dean scoffs incredulously, but whatever he was about to say next is drowned out by Bayley’s squealing moan as you drag your tongue down through her folds and use it to lap at her entrance instead of her clit. 

“Fuck. You’re noisy, aren’t you sweetheart?” Sam chuckles. “Dean, why don’t you shut ‘er up for a bit.” 

Curious, you flick your eyes up to see Dean smirking as he raises up on his knees to run his cock over Bayley’s lips, which fall open easily at the invitation. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans, throwing his head back as he starts to pump his hips shallowly, letting her get used to the intrusion. You feel a tug on the back of your head and look over at Sam curiously, feeling a small surge of satisfaction inside when Bayley groans in annoyance at the loss of your touch. 

Sam ducks down to take your place, and Bayley’s whines start up again immediately, far louder than they had been for you. You peer around Sam’s face to watch what he’s doing, and you see the tip of his finger thrusting gently in and out of her, barely going past the first knuckle, while his tongue flicks across her clit faster than you’ve ever seen a tongue move. Yeah, you know this trick; you smile to yourself, feeling a wave of arousal thrum through your own core at the memory of just how good it feels when Sam does this. He lifts his head with a satisfied grin, dragging his finger from Bayley’s pussy slowly and then holding it to your lips. 

“Taste your sister for me, baby girl,” he breathes, his voice noticeably more raspy now. Obediently you open your mouth and suck Sam’s finger in, licking away the heavy sweetness of Bayley’s arousal. “You like that?” Sam asks knowingly, and you nod your head.

“Want more, Daddy,” you plead, and he smiles at you hungrily.

“And what do you say when you want something?”

“Please, Daddy,” you pout, trying to make yourself look as helpless and innocent as possible. 

“Please what?” Sam grins, and you groan internally. He is not letting you have it easy tonight. 

“Please… please can I taste her again?” you ask shyly, feeling your skin flush in shame for how badly you want to put your head between your sister's legs. 

“How about you say, ‘please can I eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?’,” Sam offers, and you catch yourself almost moaning in embarrassment and humiliation, but also in immense arousal. Fuck him for knowing you’d be into this before you even knew it yourself. 

“Please...” you hesitate but persevere. “Can I please eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?” Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register the sounds of Dean and Bayley groaning while he continues to fuck her throat, but your attention is focused on Sam, who is lording your desire over you with glee. 

“Of course you can, baby girl,” he relents, pushing on the back of your neck roughly and shoving your lips through her slick, which you stick your tongue out to lap up eagerly. “And don’t you dare stop until she’s cumming all over your pretty little face, got that?” your dom threatens harshly and you nod, unable to hold back a moan. 

“Fuck, you look so hot with your head buried in someone’s pussy,” Sam groans, and you feel him shift on the bed next to you and then straddle your legs, holding your ass apart so he can slide his cock against your hole teasingly. “You’ll do anything your Daddy tells you to, won’t you? Of fuckin’ course you will, you’re such a slut you’re tongue fucking your own sister just to make me happy, aren’t you baby? Gonna let me and my brother fucking ruin your holes too while you’re at it. Just gonna be a fucking cumdump for us tonight, huh baby, just a pathetic set of holes for all of us to use, and you’ll fucking love it. You probably don’t even need to cum, do you? You just like being used, dontcha? Just want your Daddy to put you in your fucking place.” 

Sam spanks you harshly as he grinds his cock against your ass, pushing down on your shoulders so your head is trapped against Bayley’s cunt, and there’s nothing you could do to move him even if you had wanted to. He manhandles you so effortlessly, manipulates you like you’re just a fucking sex toy to him, and then humiliates you for actually getting off on it, and you love him for it. It’s hard to tell, because Bayley’s so wet, but you think you might actually be crying from how fucking horny Sam is making you, all while withholding the one thing he knows you’re craving: his cock buried inside you. 

“Daddy, please!” you beg, knowing you sound utterly pathetic but not caring one bit. 

“Please what, baby girl?” It’s Dean who answers you, reaching down and pulling on your hair so you’re forced to look up at him. His cock is still thrusting shallowly in your sister’s mouth, but he’s not really paying her any mind, just using her throat like a toy. “What ar’ya askin’ for, sweetheart?” 

“Want Daddy’s cock,” you whine, pouting up at Dean in hopes of sympathy. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me. Please.” 

“Well, here’s the thing darlin’,” –Dean’s grin spreads wider across his face, and he looks even more threatening now– “I’m pretty sure I heard your Daddy tell you not to stop eating my girlfriend’s cunt until she came good and hard all over your pathetic little face,” he sneers. “And I don’t remember her cumming. Do you?” You feel the colour drain out of your face at his words because you know he’s right, and now you’re going to be punished for your mistake, you’re sure of it. 

“Yeah, let me see the fear in those pretty eyes, baby girl,” Dean pinches your chin and forces your face skyward so he can look you in the eye. “God, Sam, you gotta let me do it. I wanna make ‘er scream,” he looks behind you at his little brother, childlike excitement wild in his bright green eyes, and you hear Sam chuckle deeply. 

“Be my guest,” he answers, and you whine when Sam abandons the bed, leaving your legs cold in the absence of his body heat. You watch him round the corner of the mattress and bend down for the duffle bag they brought along. 

“What’s her favourite?” Dean asks as he rummages through the bag of toys, and that question surprises you – and apparently Sam as well – because you hear the confusion in your boyfriend's tone when he answers. 

“Uh, that one,” he points out a toy to his brother and Dean smirks. 

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he grins, clicking his tongue, and you feel yourself flush in embarrassment even though you’re not actually sure what Sam had pointed to. You have a lot of favourites when it comes to sex toys, it usually depends on your mood. After a moment more of rifling, Dean flicks his eyes up to you with a wicked grin, and slowly draws a leather whip into view. You gulp, mouth suddenly going very dry. That whip is absolutely not your favourite. That’s one of the toys that’s actually a genuine punishment for you, which is one of the reasons why it’s Sam’s favourite. 

“No, Daddy, please,” you turn to Sam, begging for mercy. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“You disobeyed a direct order, Y/N. You know you deserve whatever punishment we decide is fair,” Sam gives you a stern look, his hazel eyes having been almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils, making his expression dark, sinister – and hungry. You won’t find any mercy from him; he wants to see you punished just as much as Dean does. 

“Lie flat on your stomach, hands over your head,” Dean orders gravely, his voice heavy with obvious arousal, and despite your fear of the punishment, it excites you to see how much this is turning Dean on. “Bayley, hold her arms down, can’t have her running away now, can we?” His lips twitch in a smug smile as you and Bayley both follow his instructions without protest, and your twin smirks down at you as she leans on your arms and pins you to the bed. 

“How many d’ya think?” Dean asks behind you, and you hear Sam hum in contemplation. 

“I think three to start,” he muses, “but any time she fucks up after this, we double it.” 

“Ooh,” Dean hisses in mocking sympathy, “your Daddy’s a mean sonofabitch, ain’t he?” 

You don’t answer, knowing that if you agreed with Dean, Sam would add even more lashes to your punishment. The first blow of the whip lands without any warning, cracking through the air as the sharp leather tip stings your ass cheeks. You cry out in pain and surprise, burying your face in the mattress and trying to hold back the tears that instantly spring to your eyes. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Bayley grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up, straining your neck to make you look her in the eye. “Dean said he wanted to hear you scream, so that’s what you’re gonna do. Isn’t it slut?” Another lash lands, this time across the backs of your thighs, and you do scream, your eyes scrunching up tightly against the searing pain. 

“I see why you have trouble controlling this one, Dean,” Sam remarks in amusement. “She’s got some spirit.” 

“Damn right I do,” Bay smiles proudly over your shoulders towards the brothers. 

“You want a turn at the reins, sweetheart?” Sam asks, and you hear a rustling sound as he goes through the bag, holding something up that you can’t see, but makes your sister’s eyes light up in delight. 

“Oh absolutely,” she practically purrs, “but I think our little whore still has one more lash left, doesn’t she?” 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Dean answers smugly. There’s a moment of tense silence as you wait for the final strike, wondering anxiously where it will land. The whip skims teasingly over your thighs, runs between your legs and drags through your folds, so you can feel it trailing your slick over your skin as it runs up your back, making you shive. “Beg me for it.” 

“W-what?” you stumble over the word in confusion. 

“Beg me to hurt you,” Dean instructs you again in a neutral tone, like he’s barely interested in what’s happening right now. 

“No,” you shake your head. “No, I don’t want it, please,” you whimper, straining to get a full breath in with Bayley pulling your head back as tightly as she is. 

“Well then you don’t get to play for the rest of the night,” Sam answers coldly, crouching down on his haunches beside the bed so he’s in your line of sight. “If you want any of us to touch you for the rest of the night, then you do as you’re fucking told and beg him, is that understood?” he asks threateningly and you gulp, feeling a surge of heat tingle in your core under his hard stare. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, swallowing anxiously to try to wet your throat a little. “P-please punish me, Dean,” you stutter hesitantly, shaking when you feel the tail of the whip draping over your pussy again. 

“I think you should be addressing him with a little more respect, slut,” Bayley grins down at you maliciously, and you have to fight the childish urge to stick your tongue out at her. 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whine as Sam reaches out to pinch at your nipples when you’re too slow to respond to Bayley. “Please punish me, Sir,” you beg, hoping this time it will be enough. 

“Why do you want me to punish you, baby girl?” Dean presses, and you groan internally. The anticipation of the final strike is just making it worse, and you’re sure that’s why they’re doing this. 

“Because I d-deserve it, Sir,” you pant, trying not to cry out as Sam twists your nipples again painfully, sending another burst of arousal through your system.

“Why else?” Dean smacks his palm over the mark he’d left on your ass with the whip and you moan in pain. “Tell me why you moan like a whore in heat every time I hit you,” he growls, spanking you again. 

“Because I want you to hurt me, Sir,” you mewl, trying to rock your hips against the mattress in a vain attempt to create some friction on your pussy, but it’s useless with the way Bayley is holding you down. 

“Beg me again, baby girl,” Dean commands, and you can hear the grin in his voice: the smug bastard is loving this. 

“Please punish me, Sir. Please hurt me, want you to hurt me,” you force the words out through the strain in your throat as Bayley pulls your head back even more tightly. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers approvingly, giving both your breasts a gentle, comforting squeeze that you breathe into happily before your whole body jumps and seizes in pain as Dean lands the whip over your ass as Sam pinches your nipples and Bayley pulls your hair; all the tortures timed in such perfect synchronicity you think Dean must have given them some kind of signal you couldn’t see. Your scream rings out clearly in the room, and you see Sam swallow thickly, clearly turned on by watching your punishment at the hands of his brother. 

“P-please Daddy,” you whimper when everyone has let you go and you collapse to the mattress, too boneless to move on your own. “Please,” you whisper, trusting Sam will know what you’re begging for despite your inability to articulate it properly right now. He rolls you over on your back and brushes the hair out of your face gently, smiling down at you with pride and kindness that you soak up as if it were the very rays of the sun. 

“Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy’s here,” Sam assures you, dropping a kiss to your forehead lovingly and reaching out for your hand to give it a squeeze, letting you anchor yourself to him. “You want a cock inside you now, don’tcha sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod pleadingly. “Well, how do you feel about two at once?”

“That’s it, that’s a good little whore, squeezin’ my big fucking cock,” Dean grunts, thrusting up into your ass from where he’s lying beneath you on the bed. “You fuckin’ love this, dontcha?” he taunts gleefully, slamming his hips against yours with extra enthusiasm as you moan in agreement. Every time Dean thrusts in is alternated by Bayley fucking her strap on into your pussy, so you’re never left without a cock inside of you. 

“What do you say when someone gives you a compliment, baby girl?” Sam reminds you, smacking one of your breasts in correction and making you clamp down harder around the cocks inside of you. 

“Thank you, Sir,” you whine, trying to resist the urge to buck your hips into Bayley’s dildo and fighting to stay still like you’re told. 

“You’re being such a good slut for Daddy,” Sam praises you, massaging the back of your neck soothingly as he uses his other hand to stroke himself while he watches the show the three of you are putting on. “If I tell you to cum for me again, will you listen?” 

You groan in reply, wanting very much to be allowed to cum again, since Sam had made Bayley pull out and ruin your last one in punishment for not asking his permission. Then you had to watch as Sam and Dean got Bayley off twice before he’d let any of them touch you again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Sam smiles pompously and pumps his cock faster for a moment before releasing himself and moving a little further down the bed. He bends over between you and Bayley and spits sharply on your clit, slicking you up to tease his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Okay baby girl, you get until the count of five,” –he rubs a little harder and a little more quickly– “but if you haven’t started cumming yet then you have to wait again, okay? You gonna cum for Daddy?” 

“Oh fuck, yes Daddy!” you whine, practically sobbing in need as you clamp your muscles rhythmically around Dean and Bayley, willing yourself to tip over the edge. 

“Five… four… three…” 

“Oh God, oh fuck, right there! Right there, fuck yes, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Daddy! Oh my God!” you cry, feeling your legs beginning to shake and your muscles tensing desperately. 

“Two…” Sam speeds his two fingers up just a fraction and slips them just a little to the left, and then you scream, your orgasm washing through you in a flurry of spasming muscles and shaking nerves and you shudder so fiercely in Dean’s arms that he and Bayley actually slip out of you and you roll off to the side, landing on the bed in a fit of breathlessness. 

“Holy shit,” Dean laughs, sweeping your hair out of your eyes and stroking the top of your head as you come down from your high. “What do I have to do to cum that hard?” 

“I might have an idea,” Bayley smirks seductively at Dean, then flashes you a wink, and even in your slightly foggy state you understand exactly what she’s talking about. 

“Bring it on, sweetheart,” Dean beckons his girlfriend over to him eagerly and she climbs into his lap. You and Sam are now safely out of her way as he cuddles you into his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder as you watch the pair of them. You smile to yourself as Sam starts to grind his cock against your ass, wondering what he’ll think of Bayley’s suggestion. 

“I think” –Bayley kisses over Dean’s cheek and bites his ear teasingly– “you would cum so hard” –she grinds her strap against Dean, sliding her dildo alongside his cock, and Dean doesn’t protest– “if you” –she reaches down and wraps a hand around the pair of cocks, pumping them together so Dean throws his head back and groans– “let Sam fuck you,” she speaks against Dean’s lips, and he immediately freezes. You can feel Sam stiffen a little behind you too, his hips stopping their rocking motion, and you wonder what that means. 

“You can’t be serious,” Dean scoffs, looking at Bayley with a raised eyebrow, then glancing over at you and Sam, then back to Bayley, who says nothing, just stares Dean down placidly. “Seriously?” 

“Why not?” Bayley shrugs. “You’re the one who said you wanted to cum as hard as Y/N, I guarantee you one of the reasons she screamed that loud was the number of cocks inside of her,” she smirks at you, and this time, in the comforting glow of your orgasm, you can’t resist making a face back at her. “Oh c’mon Y/N, help me out here, you want to see them fuck too,” Bayley whines a little petulantly, and Dean looks over a you with a look of intense betrayal, like you’d just scratched the Impala or something. Sam rolls you over a little and looks down at you. 

“You want to see me and Dean, baby girl?” he asks, curiosity alight in the slim ring of his hazel irises still visible. 

“I– … yes, Daddy,” you answer with a hesitant nod, feeling yourself flush under his scrutiny and waiting with bated breath for his reaction. He dips his head closer, brushing his lips over yours goadingly as he speaks. 

“You wanna see me fuck my brother? Think he’ll look good with my cock up his tight little ass?” You feel another surge of arousal wash through you, even though you’re still recovering from your last orgasm.

“Yes. Please, Daddy,” you whisper against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss in return. “You’d look so hot.” 

“You got to see me fuck Y/N,” Bayley points out petulantly, pouting at Dean. “It’s only fair, really.” 

“She’s got a point there, brother,” Sam laughs, raising his head to grin wolfishly at his big brother. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be gentle for your first time,” he jests and you see Dean roll his eyes. “Or are you not man enough to take it up the ass?” 

“Oh, fuck you,” Dean grunts, shoving Bayley off him unceremoniously and turning over on his hands and knees with an aggravated huff. “Just use enough lube, asshole,” he gripes, grabbing the tube off the nightstand and tossing it over his shoulder to Sam, who catches it easily. 

“Will do, don’t worry,” Sam chuckles. “You griping at me the whole time wouldn’t be sexy.” 

Even with plenty of lube and – in your opinion – very generous and considerate prep from Sam, Dean still complains, but Sam takes it in stride and snaps right back at him, not at all discouraged. You and Bayley have settled in to watch the show, leaning against the headboard with a pile of pillows and nestling together. You feel Bayley’s shoulder nudging against yours and look away from the boys to see what she wants but then realise she’s not doing it to get your attention, she’s slipping out of her harness so she can touch herself more easily. Dean notices too and smirks at his girlfriend. 

“Yeah, enjoy the show sweetheart. It’s a once in a lifetime performance,” he grunts in annoyance. 

“I’ll remind you you said that the next time you’re beggin’ me to fuck you,” Sam taunts, and you and Bayley can’t help giggling into each other’s shoulders. 

“Sounding pretty cocky for a guy who hasn’t actually brought the goods yet, baby brother,” Dean sneers over his shoulder, and Sam smirks. 

“Oh trust me, I’ve got plenty of cock to bring to the table,” he laughs as he runs the tip of his length up and down over Dean’s hole, teasing him with the anticipation. 

“Will you just fucking–holy shit–” Dean swears, gritting his teeth as Sam starts to push in. 

“You gotta relax f’me, Dean,” Sam grunts, pumping his hips shallowly, trying to get more than just the head of his cock inside. 

“Kinda hard to relax when you’re shoving a log up my ass!” 

Sam rolls his eyes in exasperation and smacks Dean’s ass with a resounding thwack. You, Dean and Bayley all blink in shock and silence. 

“Stop fucking back-talking me, bitch,” Sam growls, pushing three of his fingers, with freshly added lube, back into Dean and drawing a hiss out of the older man. “Don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of our little sluts, do you? Hmm?” he asks pointedly, and Dean lets out an uneven breath, shaking his head begrudgingly. 

“Y/N, get down here,” Sam beckons, motioning for you to slide yourself beneath Dean, and you obey quickly. “Get your dick wet, maybe that will stop you whining like a fucking brat for ten seconds.” 

You spread your legs outside of Dean’s knees and reach your arms up around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss in an effort to distract him. Dean’s hips land abruptly on top of yours, so you assume Sam pushed him down in an effort to hurry him along. You grind your hips up so Dean is sliding between your legs and he takes the hint, reaching down to hold his dick steady as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s not fully hard you notice, so you start to thrust yourself against him, fucking yourself into his cock and moaning wantonly for it. 

“C’mon bitch, fuck ‘er,” Sam grunts and spanks Dean again, crashing his hips into yours and making you groan. “We both know you can do better than that.” 

“Fuck off,” Dean groans, but he still follows Sam’s orders, pulling out and slamming his hips back down, fucking you harshly into the mattress, and you feel him getting harder inside of you with each thrust. You moan happily as his increased girth stretches you tightly, rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside you with every thrust. 

“Oh god, yeah. That feels so good, Sir,” you sigh breathily in Dean’s ear, trying to get him more into it – though you aren’t lying, he does feel really good. 

“Okay tiger, stay still for a second,” Sam chuckles, grabbing Dean’s hips to hold him in place. “Let’s try this again.” Dean’s face scrunches up in discomfort as Sam starts sliding his cock into Dean’s entrance. “Relax for me, baby boy,” Sam purrs, stroking down Dean’s back soothingly, and you feel the shudder that runs through Dean at Sam’s words. Looking over Dean’s shoulder you see Sam smile, and you know he must have felt it too. “Doing so good f’me baby boy, just relax, just a little bit more,” he promises gently, easing himself deeper. 

Dean lets out a small whine, but you think there might be an undertone of pleasure hiding beneath the discomfort this time. You squeeze yourself around his cock, grinding up against him to give him some pleasure to focus on, and he lets out a proper groan this time. Behind you, you hear Bayley swear quietly under her breath. You have to admit, you kind of wish your places were reversed right now, you’d love to be able to watch Sam working himself inside of his brother for the first time, but the view from down here isn’t so bad either. 

“Shit,” Sam grunts, thrusting forwards a little more harshly, and moaning along with Dean when he finally bottoms out inside of him. “You’re fucking tight, dude,” he breathes heavily, like he’s just finished a workout. 

“No fucking kidding, I’m a fucking virgin back there,” Dean hisses as Sam slowly begins to draw himself back and then rocks forward again. 

“Not anymore you’re not,” Sam grins, repeating his gentle rocking. You can feel your boyfriend’s movements echoed in how Dean’s hips slide between your own legs. “Now you’re just another one of my sluts, aren’t you baby boy,” he coos in a sing-song voice, and you find yourself whimpering along with Dean – who you’re sure would deny he ever did something so unmanly as whimper, but you know what you heard. You’re pretty sure Dean is enjoying Sam degrading him just as much as you – and Bayley from the sounds of it – are. 

Sam slowly builds up his pace until he’s actually fucking Dean; his hips slapping lewdly against Dean’s ass very much the loudest sound in the room for the time being. You’re enjoying being a bit of a cock warmer for the older brother. He’s not really fucking you properly, just rocking in and out of you as a consequence of his brother’s thrusts. Dean isn’t making too much noise anymore but you think that’s more out of stubbornness than anything. Based on his facial expressions and the way he kind of gasps in every now and then like he did when you were sucking him off earlier, you think he is actually enjoying this, and you decide Sam probably won’t mind if you try to push him a bit. 

“Tell me how it feels, Sir,” you whisper against his ear and drop little kisses over his neck. Dean grunts as Sam fucks into him with a particularly rough thrust, but then gasps in earnest when Sam grinds his hips in and leans back a little as he pulls out, clearly searching for a specific spot inside the hole he’s using. 

“It uh” –Dean hesitates and wets his lips a little– “feels full.” 

“Well, Daddy is pretty big” –you grin conspiratorially– “but that’s one of the things I love about him. Love when he fucks me on his big, huge cock. Makes me beg for it, makes me scream…” 

“Holy–” Dean’s curse is cut off by a strangled moan and a triumphant chuckle from Sam. “That, that felt good,” Dean groans, actually arching his back a little in an effort to force Sam back to the same spot. 

“There we go, baby boy,” Sam grins, stroking Dean’s back again as he thrusts at the new angle, sending Dean’s heart racing as his lungs freeze up. “Sorry that took me so long to find, outta practice these days,” he laughs a little, winking down at you over his brother's shoulder, and you recall vividly when he’d regaled you with stories of his college experimentations with guys while he fucked your ass; it had been a memorable night. 

“Just don’ fuckin’ stop, ‘kay?” Dean rasps, his voice hoarse and tense. 

“Oh, believe me, I’m not stoppin’ until you’re cumming inside that cunt you’re buried in. That’s what we promised her, right? She gets to be everyone’s cumdump tonight.” 

“Oh god, yes Daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips up into Dean more vigorously now that Sam’s found the angle and rhythm that’s making Dean lose his mind. 

“Hey, that includes me, right?” Bayley asks from somewhere above your head, and Sam laughs. 

“Of course it does, sweetheart. Why don’t you ride Y/N’s face? Don’t worry about letting her breathe too much, just get yourself off for us, baby,” Sam sneers, and you and Dean both groan loudly. 

“Fuck yeah, get up here Bay,” Dean pulls her forwards and helps her straddle her legs on either side of your head, then pulls her down into a desperate kiss. “Ride your sister’s face for us, put on a show,” he grins indulgently, and Bayley doesn’t waste any time in granting his request. 

You taste the hot, bittersweet tang of her arousal sharply on your tongue as she lowers her pussy over your mouth and you stick out your tongue to meet her, licking and sucking enthusiastically. Your sister also has no qualms adhering to Sam’s suggestion about suffocating you beneath her, and you’re quickly beginning to lose focus from the infrequent opportunities for breath, but Bayley makes up for it by rutting herself against your lips and tongue without needing you to do too much more besides lie there and take it. 

Everyone is moaning and panting, and Dean is now fucking you more aggressively, thrusting himself into your pussy before arching himself back onto Sam’s cock just as eagerly. Your senses are hard to separate as you get more and more lightheaded from the intense pleasure of being utterly used combined with lack of oxygen. You don’t even when realise Bayley starts to cum until you feel Dean’s fingers forcing themselves between your lips and her legs. She raises herself up on her knees a little but still hovers over you while Dean furiously pumps his fingers against the front wall of her pussy. You realise a split second before it happens what he’s aiming for and manage to close your eyes just in time for Bayley to squirt over your still open mouth. 

“Fuck yeah, good girl,” Dean grunts as Bayley rides out the last vestiges of her climax on his fingers. She pulls his hand from between her legs and dips down to suck his fingers clean. “Oh shit, you dirty fucking girl,” Dean laughs breathlessly as she continues to lick his hand. “I was gonna make Y/N do that.” 

“She can next time,” Bay smiles, tossing you a wink as she climbs off of your face and rolls onto the mattress with a dramatic squeaking of the springs. 

“Tell ya what, she can suck your cock clean after you shoot your load in her cunt, baby boy,” Sam promises with a wicked smirk, suspecting correctly the effect that saying that would have on his big brother. 

“Fuck yes, want your cum Sir, please,” you beg in a pathetically breathless voice. “Cum inside me, pleasepleaseplease...” You keep up your litany of supplications until Dean is gasping above you and grinding himself as deeply as he can into your pussy. You imagine you can almost feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside of you. Sam pulls out of Dean and tugs him off of you roughly, shoving himself up the bed and landing over you in a rush, barely sparing a breath before he’s pushing inside your freshly ruined cunt. 

“God, look at you, baby girl,” he growls; face wild, eyes almost feral. “Such a good little slut taking everyone’s cum for Daddy. Think you deserve a reward, what do you think?” 

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you cry, burying your head against Sam’s chest as he ruts into you viciously. 

“Okay, you pick, baby girl. Either Daddy cums inside you, or you can cum, but Daddy cums inside that slut sister’a’yours instead. Which one d’you want?” Sam grins down at you wickedly, somehow still lucid enough to torture you even when he’s clearly so close to his own climax. You panic for a moment, caught off guard at being asked to choose anything at all, but once the shock passes you know your choice easily. 

“Cum inside me Daddy,” you gasp, and you know when you see him smile that you chose right. “Want to be your good little whore Daddy, want you to use me, please, Daddy please–” you would have gone on begging as long as he let you, but Sam claps a hand over your mouth and nose, essentially cutting off your air and your ability to speak. His thrusts are so forceful they bang the bed dangerously hard against the wall, and you're worried you might either break the bed or break the wall if he keeps at it much longer. 

“Good girl, Y/N,” Sam moans, and his rhythm starts to falter a little. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck, gonna cum so fucking hard inside this slutty little cunt. You’re gonna be fucking dripping– fuck, fuck yes!” He groans loudly, and grinds himself between your legs harshly, burying his cock as deep inside of you as he can and clutching you against him as he cums, trembling violently as the waves of pleasure crash overwhelm his system. You can feel something wet and hot leaking out between your legs as his cum fills you up more than your body can take, his and Dean’s seed leaks out around his cock as he continues to rock himself gently inside of you. 

A few moments pass in silence as you breathe in Sam, and he settles down around you. Eventually he pulls back, a weary smile on his face, and you’re sad when he eases his cock out of you even though it’s begun to go soft; you miss being enmeshed, twined together as if you were one single being. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers against your ear, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek, and your body thrums happily under the praise. “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” you whisper back happily, flashing Sam a small, blissed out smile. A gagging sound to your right draws the attention of both of you, and you look around to see Dean and Bayley making identical silly faces as if they’re going to be sick. 

“You two are gross,” Bayley complains, Dean nodding behind her in agreement.  

“Oh shut up,” you stick your tongue out at her in retaliation. “I know you and Dean are in love too, don’t pretend you’re ‘too cool’ to say it.” 

“Hey, I say it,” Dean protests, offended. 

“Yeah, with your dick,” Bayley scoffs, but she gives him a quick peck on the lips to show she’s only kidding. 

“If you say ‘I love you’ with your dick, I might have to ban you from fucking Y/N again,” Sam laughs, pulling you up into his arms to hug you against him possessively and dropping a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “She’s still mine.”

“Aww, but I liked watching him fuck her,” Bayley pouts at Sam. 

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list, at least,” Dean grins.

“What?” Bay turns to look at Dean curiously. 

“Dating the coolest chick ever,” he smiles brightly, smooshing a dramatic kiss against her forehead as Bayley giggles and tries to struggle out of his grasp, but you know she’s secretly loving it. 

“Now who’s being lame,” Sam scoffs, finally peeling himself off the bed and stretching out his stupidly long limbs. “C’mon Y/N, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got something I want to cross off my own bucket list,” he smiles playfully, holding his hand out to you and helping you slide off the end of the bed. 

“Oh? What’s that?” you ask, unable to think of something new he could possibly hope to be doing during your typical after-care couples shower. Sam pulls you close with a mischievous glint in his eye and whispers, low enough that only you can hear him. 

“Eating my brother’s cum out of your cunt.”

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Almost - Epilogue

This was an ask sent to me by @lovelypastel2532:

(Hugs and comforts Marcus M.'s second wife, Marcus, Missy, Lucia and Valeria) I love Marcus, Marcus' 2nd wife, Missy and Valeria being there for each other! ;v; Thank you, I love Almost part 2! I want to see the final chapter of Almost(taking place after Almost part 2) where Marcus and his family including Anita moving to South Dakota with full of sunflowers to start a new life with helping Anita to flower gardening while Marcus' 2nd wife reflecting everything they've been through that even though they're still struggling but they're working through them and she smiles with quiet tears, promising that she'll always be with Marcus, Missy, Valeria and Anita and protect them.

It would be be sad and heartwarming at the same time to see Marcus apologizing to his 2nd wife(In truth, it's not Marcus' fault and it's not Marcus' 2nd wife's fault either.) for putting her through all of troubles and promising her that he'll always be with her in the sequel of Almost's epilogue too.

Also, it would be heartwarming to see Marcus' second wife, in front of her family, though her eyes are filled with tears(But smiling), instead of shedding them, she wipes them away anyway and ready to playfully play in the sunflower field with them and exactly playing in the sunflower field with them with all of them smiling and laughing with genuine happiness and peace.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!wife reader

Word Count: 380

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY! (no NSFW scenes)

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is an epilogue to Almost and Almost Part 2 an ask made by @lovelypastel2532! I’m sorry this took so long to get to! It’s a little short (for me) so I hope that’s ok.

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You stand on the back porch staring out at the yard as you clutch your mug, the warmth of the beverage spreading through your hands. Taking a deep breath, you inhale and exhale slowly, feeling the calmness spread through you.

It had been a year since Marcus moved you, Missy, Valeria, and Anita to South Dakota to own a sunflower farm. His mom had always had a crazy green thumb - she could grow beautiful plants from just sticks and twigs. You watch her now, moving around the edge of the field as she shows Missy and Valeria what to look for on the sunflowers, showing them how the golden petals slowly turn to find the best light.

Marcus walks up next to you and puts his hand on your lower back, taking his own breath. You turn your face to him, your soul finding its own light in the darkness that had overtaken your mind since that fateful night a few years ago.

“Morning, querida.”

“Morning, Marcus.”

There’s a calm silence that falls between you both as you rest your head on his shoulder, using him to ground you here and now. The flashbacks had gotten better, especially since moving here, but there were still times when your mind would wander back, seeing Marcus so badly beaten and near death and just barely escaping your own demise…

“Hey, come back to me.” Marcus’s voice is calm, his warm palm caressing your cheek as your eyes focus on his, blinking away some tears.

“I-”

“I’m sorry, querida. For…everything that happened. I know I’ve said it before, but every time you…I-I’m just…so sorry. I promise I’m here and not going anywhere.”

Meeting his gaze, you see tears swimming in his beautiful chocolate eyes and you reach up, gently wiping them away as he does the same to you.

“I love you, Marcus. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with you and our family. I’m good. Finally, I’m good.”

He smiles at you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. You take his hand in yours, setting your mug down on the porch railing. Gently tugging on his hand, you pull him along down the porch steps towards the rest of your little family.

“Come on. Let’s go play in the sun.”

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🥪Picnic - Have the character(s) go on a picnic. Specifically Athena and her two husbands (or just one tiny husband but two works as a crack humor bit)

Athena was not a very patient woman and she had no problem in admitting as much. She liked it when things were kept on a tight, ordered schedule right down to the hour. It was one of the few, if the only, things she had in common with the Lieutenant General which helped keep the rocky peace between them. Even if no one else knew of her former experience as an elite soldier, it was hard to miss the well ingrained training she carried on and off duty. Especially in comparison to Felix who did little to hide his aloof nature despite donning the metal badge meant to signify enforcement. 

That wasn’t to say the human was incompetent. Far from it. The sheriff was one of the only people Athena had ever come across that had managed to seek her out on multiple occasions. Not even the handful of mindwipes she flashed him deterred him from finding the giantess, mostly without him even being aware of what he was looking for until he was right at her heel. Though it annoyed her to no end, there was something…charming about it all. She liked his persistence, his unpredictability. Traits that drove her perfectionist nature crazy strangely suited him well, much like everything else about him. Felix was soft hearted while she was hard edges, he was smiles while she was deadpan, he was kindness while she was firm.

He was nothing at all like her ex husband, almost the exact opposite. Perhaps that was why Athena genuinely enjoyed his company so much.

Felix snuffed out his cigarette into the ashtray he had taken from the cruiser’s cupholder once it had burned down to the filter. “If I had known we were going to be out on a stakeout this long, I would have suggested we bring a picnic.”

There it was, the patience that Athena sorely lacked. Whereas Felix was used to sitting around in his car, waiting for something interesting to happen either over the radio or before his very eyes, Athena wanted things to be done and over with in a timely fashion. She couldn’t begin to understand how he could deal with the boredom when there were so many other things they could be using this wasted energy on. One of the scientists had said astronomers had detected another unusual ‘meteor shower’ looking to fly over, but due to its erratic flying it was hard to pinpoint an exact time frame of when it would be making contact. The solution was to just have Athena sitting around the general area that these types of flybys would land for several hours on end, much to her displeasure.

At least she had a bit of company, even if the nosy little sheriff wasn’t her first choice. Actually, she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather be stuck with for an extended period of time, so Athena supposed he was her first choice if only because he was her only. It didn’t count to win by default, in her opinion. When the cruiser had pulled up next to her, she hadn’t even bothered to ask how he found her hiding spot this time. She also didn’t pry into the fact his patrol shifts typically didn’t end until the early hours of the next day and he shouldn’t even be off the clock when it was barely dusk. 

“A camp out might be more fitting at this rate,” Athena grumbled. She adjusted her sitting position again so that she could stretch out her legs a bit, dusting off the knees of her black slacks. If only it were possible to pick up the same nicotine habit as the sheriff, at least then it’d be something to calm her nerves and keep her preoccupied. Perhaps that was why Felix started smoking to begin with which then gifted him with unprecedented patience. 

Felix shrugged and gave her a smile. “Still a night picnic. Some might even consider that more romantic if it’s under the stars.”

That was true, in fact Athena was willing to agree with him due to her own firsthand experience. She and Lyle had gone on a few dates early in their relationship that could be considered close enough to the ideal of a picnic. It became something of a romantic tradition between the two of them; every new planet they settled on for evaluations and negotiations, Lyle would scout out the most scenic spots with the best privacy to take her for the evening. Sometimes they would bring light food or alcohol with them, but more often than not it was just him holding Athena while they stargazed. She thought it was beautiful to dream about each world beyond the stars, he thought it was strategic to point out the next best systems to invade.

“Do you like picnics?” Athena found herself asking. Quite the random, personal question coming from someone like her. She found herself doing that more frequently, though only when she was talking to Felix. 

Even he seemed caught off guard by her inquiry, but he was more than happy to oblige. “Sure, I guess. Haven’t really gone on very many, Angelica wasn’t a fan of ‘em. She didn’t like all the bugs and dirt and stuff getting on the blanket or food.”

Felix was so interesting, always eager to offer up loads of information that no one asked for. The answer could have been a simple yes or no, yet here he was explaining his life story as if Athena was supposed to care for the reason he did or didn’t like an activity. Why was that so cute to her? Better yet, why did she find herself actually making a mental note that the sheriff might enjoy being taken out for a real picnic if she ever had the means for it?

“What about you?” Felix asked, never one to pass up the chance to dig a little deeper into Athena’s tightly sealed past. “Did you ever go picnicking? Or camping?”

“In a sense.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have eaten and slept outdoors on some occasions.”

“And did you, you know, enjoy it?”

Athena enjoyed it at the moment. When she was younger and naive, blinded by love and eager to please her revered captain. She liked those sweet, quiet moments together with him when they would talk for hours about nothing under the twinkling stars. Both of them thinking about the future without knowing what the other was truly planning. It was her own fault for believing he would ever eventually give up reign to settle down with her somewhere family friendly. It was Lyle’s own fault for believing his obedient wife would never leave his genocidal side.

“I enjoyed…parts of it,” she admitted. Now, the memories only made her sick, much like any instance that involved remembering the bittersweet feelings of her marriage. The love she once felt had turned to an ugly resentment and she wanted nothing more than to smack her younger self upside the head and tell her to wake up and see the reality of what Lyle was creating. “I liked stargazing.”

Felix smiled up at her and her stomach twisted again. It wasn’t the same nauseous feeling as before, something a little lighter. A tickling sensation that wasn’t unfamiliar and one she was quick to swallow down before it turned into full on butterflies. Absolutely not. “You must have seen a lot of them, huh? I can’t even imagine what it must be like to see them so close. I always liked them at this hour, when the sky is still colorful but you can just start seeing them peek out.”

“...there was one planet I had visited years ago. Something about its atmosphere meant that when it rotated to a night cycle, the sky was the deepest blue I had ever seen. And all the stars made it look like this…glittering ocean. I’d love to see a sky like that again.” She didn’t bother to go on and explain how it made her feel like she was truly upside down and looking into a vast body of water rather than the universe. Or how she pretended that the creatures flying through the air were actually swimming. Or how Lyle had ordered the execution of the king and his family two days later, prompting them to never return after the massacre.

The sheriff laughed. “You should take me with you if you ever do. I promise I won’t take up much room in your suitcase.”

Athena blinked. “Would you? I mean, would you ever leave this planet with me? If you had the chance?”

He hummed, looking up at the steadily increasing scenery of twinkling lights as the sky continued to darken from shades of orange to black. “I don’t know,” Felix answered with a shrug. “Part of me says yes because, duh, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to see the whole damn universe. But I think the other part of me would get homesick pretty quick. I don’t know if I’d be able to leave everyone behind forever.”

Why not? It’s easy, was what Athena wanted to say. It was impossible to relate to the feeling of being homesick when there was never a home for her to yearn for in the first place. Hell, there weren't even very many people that came to mind who she missed during her prolonged absence. Even the ones she worked side by side with, graduated from training from, she didn’t mind never seeing again. She couldn’t place why it stung the fluttering in her stomach to hear his reluctance in ever absconding this dreadful planet with her, but at least the feeling had snuffed out those unwanted butterflies. Felix really was her opposite, wasn’t he? What was the word humans had for that…? Starcrossed?

How fitting.

[kelp-my-beloved]

More Empires fic recs

It's me again. This are a few of my favourite empires fics in ao3, this time multichaptered edition. This are all completed, both from s1 and s2, and in no particular order. Fics under the readmore, enjoy!

Four Reasons Why I'm Broken (And Why That's Okay), by Useless_Bisexual123: "False is paranoid. False has memory problems. False doubts herself. False gets nightmares. But maybe, just maybe, that's alright."

Rating: T Archive Warnings: GDV Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7384

This was one of the first fics I read about Empires!False, and Im absolutely in love with her characterisation in here. She's tired, stressed, and I love her for this. The writting is so good too, and before I realised I had read the entire thing in one sitting. Also, Lizzie is here, and every paragraph she's in had me either dying in laughter or was just too cute. Just. I love this.

Shifting Perspective, by @scribbling-dragon: "Shapeshifters are shunned, pushed away from the light they helped to diminish. Their God retreated as they were outcast, disappearing into shadows that had only just appeared. Yet, they whisper that He is still present in the crackling of lightning and rumbling of thunder. His luck never seemed to hold firm, he's rather certain that Luck themselves holds a grudge against him at this point. And, as Luck would have it, he's been cursed with the gift, and truly, who could have been more suited to it than the Ruler of Rivendell? (Literally anyone else, is the answer you're looking for.)"

Rating: T Archive Warnings: GDV Chapters: 25/25 Words: 112658

So, this one is I think the most popular in the list, and it's probably you've seen it around if you spend at least half as much time as I do in the ao3 fandom tag, but oh my god. It deserves every good thing. I know this is a long read but it's absolutely worth it. I read it while the last chapters were still coming out, A While ago, and it still lives in my head rent free. I wish it a lot of extra kudos.

fill your lungs, by rabbit_with_a_sword: "When Sausage collapses, finally unable to hide the side affects from being resurrected, Gem and fWhip have to scramble to prevent him from being drawn back into the Spirit Realm and face the consequences of his escape. But there's more to Sausage than he likes to show, and he didn't escape intact…"

Rating: T Archive Warnings: CCNTU Chapters: 12/12 Words: 18504

This fic somehow manages to be so hilarious and made me have so many feelings at the same time. A chapter would update and I would spend the rest of the week worrying about my poor blorbo. But also, the lore behind it is top noch, there are so many details that made want to point at them and shout my thoughts. I may or may not have gone a little bit crazy over them, but keeping my sanity was never an option.

Tabula rasa, by @capriciouswriter207: "tabula rasa: the mind in its hypothetical primary blank or empty state before receiving outside impressions -- Sausage wakes up in bed. It’s pleasant. He stares at the ceiling. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t think. He doesn’t do anything. He just exists. (or: the fight with a certain wizard saves him from the corruption, but it leaves him in an extremely vulnerable state)"

Rating: T Archive Warnings: CCNTU Chapters: 27/27 Words:31097

This one was finished recently, and I was not ready to let it go. If I'm forced to say only one thing about it, is how much I enjoyed the way it was written, specially going back to the beggining after reading the end. This made me feel A Lot Of Feelings, and I really couldn't recomend it enough.

Obligatory Notes:

I did my best to tag the writers, but there are a few that I couldn't find, if they have a tumblr. If you know one I've missed, please let me know!

Also, feel free to add your own recs! I want to read them!

More recs but this ones are one-shots

[blackbat05]

I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic) 

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic! 

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack. 

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing. 

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical. 

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying? 

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world. 

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’ 

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’ 

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life. 

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’ 

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’  

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading! 

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

BNHA X DP Crossover HCs

After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general. 

Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more. 

Anyways, happy reading, folks!

Mr. Lancer

Hero name: Mr. Scholastic

Quirk: Bookworm

Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.

Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times. 

Danny

Hero name: Phantom 

Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)

Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.

Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!

Sam

Hero Name: Black Dahlia 

Quirk: Overgrown 

Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.

Tucker

Hero name: Tech Master

Quirk: Tech Core

Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.

Valerie

Hero name: Red Huntress

Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)

She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).

Jazz 

Quirk: Serenity 

Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.

She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)

Dash

Hero name: Rager

Quirk: Strength Magnification

Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore. 

Kwan

Hero name: Rallier 

Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)

Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output. 

Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.  

Paulina

Hero name: Enchantress

Quirk: Charm

If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.

Star

Hero name: Ms. Meteorite

Quirk: Comet

Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.

Poindexter

Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!) 

Quirk: Slapstick

His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense. 

Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items. 

Wes Weston

Hero name: Vigilance

Quirk: Deduction

He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and  exploit against problems. 

Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not. 

Amber Mclain

Hero Name: Ember

Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)

Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse. 

Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings. 

Dani

Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)

Quirk: Poltergeist 

Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.

Clockwork

Hero Name: Clockwork

Quirk: Time Keeper

Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.

Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period. 

Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker

Hero Name: The Green Knight

Quirk: Mineralization 

His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage. 

Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.

James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)

Hero name: Warden Wraith

Quirk: Plasma Apparatus

His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse. 

Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).

Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion. 

Skulker

Villain name: Quirk Hunter

Quirk: Tracker

The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.

Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous 

Nicolai Technus 

Villain Name: Technus 

Quirk: Technopathy

A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target. 

Vlad Masters

Name: Vlad Plasmius

Quirk: Vampire

Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.

Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival. 

Bruce Guiles (Bullet)

Hero Name: Bullet 

Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish

Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.

Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together. 

Vortex

Hero Name: Vortex

Quirk: Storm Warning

Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus. 

Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.

Petra Eris

Hero name: Pandora

Quirk: Butterfly Effect

Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle. 

One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor. 

Johnny 

Vigilante name: Johnny 13

Quirk: Unlucky

Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.

Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3

Kitty

Vigilante name: Kitty

Quirk: Lovesick

Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender. 

Pariah Dark

Villain name: King Pariah

Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation 

Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process. 

Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist. 

Frederick Kingsmen

Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight

Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion

Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still. 

Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as  scratch on the knight. 

Rodolfo Gonzalo  

Hero name: Wulf

Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)

Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past. 

Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf. 

Overgrown

Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown

Quirk: Plant Manipulation

Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question. 

Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.

That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover! 

[moxfirefly]

Okay okay okay I have something. You are so good at writing tmnt so here it goes. What about... Make up sex? ;) I imagine how there has been a huge fight with their girl. So much so that the turtles thought it would lead to breakup. But the SO returns and it ultimately leads to some angsty action. Of course you can imagine it however you want too! Make up your own reasons if need be!!

As somebody who breathes angst this is truly fun. You didn’t specify a turt lad so I hope you don’t mind me choosing and going from there. Just cause I’m intrigued ima go with my orange boi.

TW: Angst/Feels/Arguments

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

His hands hurt so much. When you ball your fists for too long the tendons tend to protest, the digging of nails into palms stings.

Mikey doesn’t like how loud his head feels right now. He sits against the wall closest to his tv, your scent is surrounding him and it only serves to make him more frustrated and gutted. The two of you have never gone past discussion into full blow arguing. He doesn’t like to fight with you, he does enough fighting on a nightly bases anyways.

But you got stubborn and he got selfish. Voices got raised, things were said and each one got hurt. He knows he can’t keep you glued to his shell forever, he’s had to learn the hard way, that there’s a life above that you inhabit and people around he’ll never truly meet. He knows every detail about your home life, knows your mother’s maiden name, how your aunt likes to get drunk at the family reunions and spill gossip. He knows your childhood home’s street name, the first guy you kissed, the first girl you kissed. Every aspect of your life you have told him in confidence, in laughter, in tears.

But Mikey is never gonna be part of it. He can’t really meet your dad and have that ‘if you break her heart I’ll break your legs’ talk. He won’t bond with your mom over their mutual love of cooking and secretly become her confidant. Knowing all these people but never truly knowing them is something he accepts.

It’s you leaving for three months back home. Three months away from him, three months where you’ll be surrounded by nostalgia you miss and love. Where your family will ask about ‘any boyfriends?’ and you’ll have to fake laugh your way through it. Three months of you being amongst people you constantly miss.

Surrounded by normalcy.

And Mikey wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to say fuck it and face time you every morning and night, watch you be happy to be in your hometown and maybe even get a virtual tour of it...

But that little dark part in his brain calls him a freak and reminds him constantly that you’ll get tired of surrounding yourself in craziness, monsters, end of the world scenarios etc. It just can’t seem to allow him to be happy for you. So the entire thing had ended in a fight, where dumb regretful things had been spat and you had marched off pissed and he had remained here equally pissed.

His brothers think he doesn’t get mad, they think he holds himself together through sheer ignorant bliss but it’s never been the case. Cause you’ve seen fire in his pretty blue eyes, you’ve seen those same very pretty blue eyes turn red with tear, you’ve seen so much of what he hides behind his laughter.

And fuck, three months of you away?!

Mikey pushes his knees up against his chest and sighs. His phone hasn’t made a noise despite his efforts to try and call you after he has calmed down. He debated going to your house and apologizing or at least going for a more calmer approach in expressing why this had left him so triggered. He wants to make sure this hasn’t pushed you both to your end, another nagging little thought that hasn’t quite shut its mouth.

Had this been the end? Had you walked out in a fury of frustration and decided this is it? Would you seize all communication and just erase the memories of him and your time together?

He’s hurting himself, he’s also getting angrier. This is stupid, he’s been stupid and immature and so are you for walking off!

It’s two hours before he decides to get up and toss his phone and try to consume his surrounding in order to relax. Mind over matter and all it’s wonderful bullshit. He doesn’t want to leave his room cause he knows the others must’ve heard.

He’s four hours deep into a shooting game when Raph pokes his head in with some food. He doesn’t look up, cause he knows Raph wants to be a good big brother and talk to him but he doesn’t want to when he’s one unfortunate mishandling away from crying. He lets him sit with him, watch him play and run a little bit of commentary that actually makes him smile just a teeny bit.

Even when Raph gets up and runs a large mitt over his head and tells him ‘broads are just emotional, she’ll come around’ he tries his best to not let his eyes betray him. Even when Raph gives the top of his head a kiss and pats his shell, he tries his best to keep it together.

It’s around 4am when he decides to look for his phone, chucked somewhere near his bed and maybe not broken. He finds it under his bed, screen a little cracked and one text message reading ‘r u awake?’ By you, it was sent twenty minutes ago and somewhere between debating calling or texting he hears the curtain in his room move.

You’re there.

Face two parts unreadable and a good topping of frustrated. Your face is bare, a mixture of sleepwear and winter clothing that clearly shows you had tried to sleep it off but couldn’t. “I just saw this... sorry” Mikey wonders if that sorry is related to the unread text or more so this mess. You look away, the energy around you can be felt. That upset way you bite the inside of your lip, how you cross your arms and run through every possible way of starting your side of things to say.

“Why are you really mad about me going back home?” You can’t meet his gaze and Mikey is thankful because he feels an oncoming headache. “I dunno man...” He sets his phone on his makeshift night table and runs his hands through his face, mask being taken off with the motion.

“That’s not an answer, you’re mad about something and I want to know” This time you do look and Mikey’s playing with the shoe string on one of the sneakers that hangs from the bunk bed. He chooses to stay quiet because if he does say something, what are the chances that you’ll understand?

“Mike, talk to me” He huffs a bitter laugh, ‘Mike’ is the he’s in trouble name. But he feels more obstinate than ever because why talk?

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I didn’t come back in the freezing cold to actually work through this if you aren’t going to throw me a bone at least-” Your tone is a mix of exasperation and sadness. “You go back and you forget about me” Mikey cuts through.

You furrow your brows at his statement. “What?” You take a few steps but he side steps you and that somehow cuts you. “You go back home and you realize it’s better to be in a normal environment that isn’t New York, in the sewers, with me-“ He motions to all of him. “And all the crazy shit we do” He glares, not necessarily at you but more so at all of this, the current state of affairs.

Running a frustrated hand through your hair you try to settle your thoughts. “You can’t jump to a conclusion like that and you know it, I’m not skulking off back home and ghosting you! And frankly it fucking hurts you think of me like that” You reach for him because Mikey can’t be still for five seconds if his life depended on it, but he grabs your hands and refuses to let you lull him with your touch. “It’s not a conclusion it’s a friggin possibility! Do you see us actually being endgame in all this shit!” He grips your wrists, you want to get through to him but he’s lost in that terrible negative mindset.

“We both aren’t mind readers! But trust me that leaving you is nowhere on my list of achievements” You manage out of his grip and grasp his face. “You are being unfair and stubborn as fuck but I love you okay?” Your voice sounds almost angry, angry at the very idea of living in a world where you and him don’t coexist together.

“I can’t even marry you! I can’t even knock you up!” Another bitter laugh escapes him, he knows your parents would die for some grandkids. Why is he so different, why does he have to be so fucking different he wonders bitterly.

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about a piece of paper or screaming babies, I care about you and I want you and I’m fucking happy with you stop sabotaging it” You press your hands to his hard plastron and scowl. “Stop lying to me then! Don’t pity lie at me when I know you want all that shit” He frowns, eyes watery and not caring if he wakes everybody up in the Lair.

Mikey’s ready for the rant of a life time but then you have to go and kiss him.

Kiss him hard, kiss him with rage bubbling on the skin of your lips. He can taste your words, taste every way you would’ve shut down his words with basic truth and facts. You pull away, forehead still pressed to his and you mutter against his lips. “You’re so fucking insufferable, shut up and listen to me” Your eyes are watery as is, hands at his neck to keep him at eye level.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” You take a shuttering inhale, fingers skimming up towards his cheeks. Mikey can only watch you, take in every detail he’s been obsessed with for so long. You’re so beautiful to him, even when your angry crying, yelling at him to open his eyes. You’re warm and real in front of him, against his body. You watch his eyes go from that calm before the storm into the aftermath.

He’s so real to you, so lovely and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

There’s a pause. A mere ten second reprieve where only silence and breathing remain. Mikey feels your hands slowly slide down his body, nails scratching his sides. You keep your eyes on him, a hand slides into his shorts, index finger mapping out the slit that encompasses his most intimate part. Mikey shudders, sensitivity racking his body at your touch. He walks you up against a wall, a hand on your neck and another finding it’s way into your own pants.

He teases you, just as you tease him. Knees buckle when he pushes your lips apart and feels your moistening folds. There’s already a bump where your touching him and the way he’s tensing gives way to how he’s trying to hold himself in. “Come on, come on” You weren’t aware just how hard you’ve been breathing till you speak. Mikey’s mouths falls open, eyes closing as he drops down into your warm awaiting hand. You stroke him, teasing the flesh of his head just to make him buck and recapture your lips. His own finger finds its way in you, stretching and making your breath hitch.

The only reason you both pull away is to tear at one another’s clothes, an easy accomplishment when Mikey’s got just his shorts. He isn’t soft with your clothing either, yanking and nearly tearing, his on his knees pulling off your underwear. Your scent hits him and he’s gone, trapped in all that is you. He inhales sharply as he gets back on his feet, arms hooking under your thighs as he picks you up.

You both land on the bed, a huff escaping you and a grunt when Mikey feels you push him so you can straddle him. You don’t quite finesse this, it’s not your usual seductive ways that leave him a mess. It’s rough, there’s still frustration lingering in the air and Mikey’s okay with it because he knows he might go to rough if he runs the show.

So you do.

Sinking down on his hard cock with a long guttural moan. Mikey digs his fingers onto the plush skin of your bottom, just enough to make you sit on his cock and relish it. Eyes closed he just basks, the tightness, the wetness, the warmth. His eyes flutter open when he feels your palms on his plastron, firm and with purpose. His hands know already, they go up and rest on your waist and he swallows a churr when your hips begin to move fast and hard.

That rhythmic slapping of flesh, your rear hitting his lap on each thrust down. Mikey can’t stop churring, eyes on your own or slipping down to your beautiful breasts bouncing. You notice and lean forward, he buries his face between him, arm going around your waist as he lifts his hips to help you cross that line. The sweat of your skin is on the top of his tongue as he sucks a bruise onto your breast, you’re tightening up so much, cussing and begging for him.

You both can’t stop moaning, once you’re cummin and Mikey follows closely behind. He holds you close to him as you ride out the sensations, tightly secured against his strong body, held and loved. You’re a broken record of ‘I love you’s and so is he, filling you up and up.

Collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, you still feel the strength in his arms as he hugs you to him. You bury your face on his neck, body shaking with sobs as he whispers he’s sorry over and over as he kisses your shoulder, neck and head.

You say it too, against his skin.

Where you wish you could stay everyday.

[kimvvantae]

puzzle; 7 (m)

➜  you and jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

genre: smut, angst, comedy; friends with benefits au; college au

warnings: lots of swearing, a little bit of violence

rating: 18+

word count: 12k

A/N: sweet jesus it’s been so long but it’s finally here! this is the last but one chapter of the series. i genuinely hope you guys enjoy it and i reeeeally want to know your thoughts on it! feel free to leave a comment! if you feel i’m deserving of it lmao

enjoy!

➜  Chapters: check up masterlist in bio!

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[bby bear]: where are you???

[bby bear]: you'll get late for class 

[you]: i knoww

[you]: the traffic is so heavy today 🤦🤦

[bby bear]: you should have come w me 

[you]: i need to go to the bank

[you]: i told you

[bby bear]: i could have taken u theer

[bby bear]: there

[you]: 🥺🥺 next time i'll go w you i promise!!

[you]: but i'm close

[you]: i'll probably lose the first period tho

[bby bear]: 🤦

You shove the phone inside of your pocket when you notice the pedestrian sign is finally green. The crowd on both sides of the avenue rush, everyone on their fast pace as usual. You're even forced to push some people in order to walk by.

Getting to the other side of the street, you stop in front of the building.

Tall as fuck. That cool kind of building with mirrors all over it, where only cool people wearing cool suits walking around holding cups of coffee on one hand and phones on the other hand talking business language kind of people work at. 

You certainly don't work here. You definitely don't have any stuff to do here. You surely are not close to the campus and you will lose much more than just the first period.

Seulgi will most definitely punch your face when she finds out where you are and what you're about to do.

You confidently walk inside the building, pushing through its glass doors into the pristine, modern and gigantic main hall. Your black boots contrast with the high heels all the other women wear around you. So does the rest of your outfit. Mini skirts and oversized hoodies are not part of the dress code here. You can almost hear their minds asking, what is this person doing here? The clanck clanck sound of their heels clicking against the marble floor is somehow pleasing, though.

You stop in front of the reception counter. A pretty girl opens a crystal white smile to you. Her hair is tied tightly, her uniform was ironed to perfection. "Good morning. How can I help you?" She chirps happily. 

"Good morning. My name is Y/N. I'd like to talk to Irene."

The smile quickly falters.

The girl side eyes her colleague that sits by her side. "Hmm… unfortunately, Miss Irene does not receive visits," she says carefully, still trying to keep her smile. "You must be mistaken."

You can see this girl thinks you're crazy. You quickly realize that people usually don't come at the reception and simply say they want to talk to Irene. But, well, what else would you do? You have to announce your presence somehow. 

"Irene is waiting for me. You can call her and ask if you want," you insist. 

The receptionist looks pale for a moment.

Hesitantly, she takes the phone and dials a number. You can still see that the girl thinks you're lying; she's probably ready to call the security guards. During her quick talk on the phone, you notice she's not talking to Irene, but with her secretary. 

You also see the moment her eyes widen.

She hangs up the phone and stands up, smiling widely again.

"Miss Y/N, Irene is waiting for your arrival," she says, and you notice the slight tone of panic in her voice. "Please, accompany me."

All the other visitors have to show their identifications and take a quick picture on the reception, you notice, but the girl simply ignores this procedure with you, guiding you to the elevator instead. She explains the situation to the security guard and he lets you in. The receptionist still looks slightly panicked. She's probably scared that you'll complain how the receptionist was rude to me directly to Irene, but you won't. Poor girl was just doing her job.

The elevator is big, too. It has a panoramic view of the city as it goes up to one of the highest floors. 

You always thought Seulgi was overreacting when she said how bad she sometimes felt for dating Irene, but now you kind of understand her.

You knew Irene was rich. You can recognize a Gucci jacket when you see one, and you've seen Irene wearing plenty of these. But Irene always acted so normal. Sure, she was elegant - and sometimes even arrogant -, but she was still someone very pleasant to be around. She never looked disgusted to be in your tiny but comfy apartment, she never made faces when she'd sometimes wear some of Seulgi's or your clothes when she didn't bring any to spend the night, she never complained to eat the junk food you'd buy for dinner. She was just… chill.

Because of that, you'd forget that she's rich sometimes.

Being in this massive building where everyone acted as if she was a princess made you remember, though.

Irene is beyond rich. Your standard of "rich" used to be Joy: someone that has a cool, big house in a nice part of the city. Irene partially owns a fucking company. She's so chill that you never even bothered to Google the company's name; you did this today to get the address, and it only made you more shocked.

Seulgi must have felt overwhelmed many times in their relationship.

But you're sure she was much happier back then than she is now.

You're used to their drama. They were already dating when you first met Seulgi, and you saw this cycle repeating many times. This time, though, things are not happening as usual. Seulgi is the saddest you’ve ever seen in these almost three years of convivence. Right after they broke up, you thought she was just being dramatic as usual… now you see that it isn’t simple drama. She’s actually sad and has been in this state for months. She doesn’t go out anymore, stopped doing the things she liked… she even got tired of Netflix. That’s probably the most shocking fact of all. 

Jungkook said you shouldn’t get involved in this, but you’re tired of seeing your friend being so sad all the time.

Their breakup was messy this time. They didn’t talk properly, didn’t make things clear. Seulgi is too stubborn to make a move (she’s totally lethargic at this point, both physically and spiritually), and Irene also seems too stubborn. Since none of them has the balls to do anything, you finally decided to step up and take action.

(Funny how you thought Jimin was annoying for trying to push you and Jungkook together, but you’re doing the exact same thing right now).

Well, look, you’re not exactly trying to push them into each other. First, you want to know Irene’s feelings and opinions on this situation. If you see that she has really moved on from Seulgi, then you’re ready to give your friend all the comfort and support in the world so she finally moves on. If Irene shows you that she still has feelings for Seulgi… well…

The speed in which she replied to your DM is a strong indicative of that.

The way her eyes glint with undeniable hope when the elevator doors open and she greets you is another indicative.

Irene looks gorgeous as always; she’s like a human version of Snow White. It’s kind of funny to meet her in her office like this. She’s almost like a female and hotter version of Christian Grey. 

Her ways of greeting you are polite and… hesitant. You understand why. She probably doesn’t get what you’re doing here in the first place, what you want to talk about. Considering you’re Seulgi’s friend, she must think you’d be mad at her or something.

“Why didn’t you call me, Y/N? My guests never enter from the common hall.” she asked. Oh. Common hall is what that massive hall is called. Almost like peasants area.

“I didn’t know.” you simply say, shrugging. 

“I’m sorry that we’re meeting here at my workplace. It feels too profissional, doesn’t it?” she smiles sheepishly.

Well… it does. You don’t even feel comfortable enough to move around her great office, afraid that you’d accidentally break anything (you’re sure that every little piece in this room is much more expensive than you’d be able to afford). 

“Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria. I think it’ll be more comfortable to talk there.” she politely suggests, and you just agree with her.

Irene guides you around the halls. This floor is less crowded, since only Important People with Important Tasks work here - and she’s greeted by all of them as she passes by. Their eyes immediately float to you, and they were surely asking themselves why Princess Irene was being followed by this peasant. 

The cafeteria in question is as pretty and neatly clean as the rest of the building. Soft music plays from the speakers. Irene chooses a more private table by the windows and asks if you want to have breakfast; you politely decline and both of you end up ordering simple cups of coffee. 

An uncomfortable silence lingers in the air.

"I… have to confess that I got surprised when I saw your DM," Irene speaks softly. Her eyes are glued on her cup of coffee. "It's been a while."

"Yeah." 

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine." a hundred different scenes pass on your head as she asks this, and you know that you feel anything but fine in the moment, but it's not as if you'll rant about your complicated love life right now. "But I'm sure you don't want to ask about me."

You see a shade of pink flush Irene's cheeks.

"Well… I don't think it would be right to ask about her." Irene says.

"Why not? It's not as if you didn't know I came here to talk about Seulgi."

"But she doesn't want to know about me."

You're left speechless for a few seconds.

It's funny to see the two sides of a breakup. Because of their stubborness, they became completely out of tune with each other. Irene thought that Seulgi didn't want to know about her, when you knew pretty damn well that Seulgi stalked her social media an unhealthy amount of times per day.

You cross your arms and lean your back on the chair. Irene looks hesitant, but you see she's eager to know whatever information you may have. That's not the behavior of someone that hates their ex.

"Can I ask you something?" you say. It's funny how Irene, the owner of pretty much everything around you, looks so cornered by you, her shoulders shrinking visibly. She nods softly. "Why did you guys break up? I mean, what's your side of the story?"

Irene sighs and passes her hand through her dark hair. She looks out the window. She doesn't seem irritated by your ask. She just seems… thoughtful.

It makes you realize that, perhaps, Seulgi's not the only one feeling broken here.

"We're… different." she starts quietly. "I have been trying to keep this relationship working for a long time, you know. Even though we argued a lot and disagreed about many things. But…" Irene sighs again. Sadness shadows her features. "It was getting hard. Seulgi never accepted my help. She knows that money is no problem for me, and I just wanted to help, but why did she act so angry every time I wanted to help you guys?"

Oh.

You don't miss the way she said "help you guys"; she must be talking about the times both of you were struggling to pay the rent. Oh God. You clearly see where their opinions diverge. Irene has always been rich; she saw money as something simple, giving money to others wasn't a big deal. Meanwhile, Seulgi must've felt dependent and it surely hurt her pride. Besides, there were enough people saying that Seulgi was only dating Irene to get money from her…

"And there's more." Irene's voice becomes quieter, more fragile. "My family, they're… very conservative. It was already hard enough for them to accept my sexuality. They never did, to be honest… but they particularly don't like Seulgi, because she's not, hm, on my "social level", as they like to say."

Ooh.

This is more complicated. Seulgi doesn't know what it feels like; her family is very open minded. She told you that, in the beginning, her parents were shocked when she told them that she also liked girls, but they slowly accepted it. Irene, on the other hand… 

"They keep saying that my relationship with her will be bad for the company." She confesses. "They said they'd even accept my relationship, as long as we dated in secret."

"What?!" you gasp. "This is disgusting!"

"I know." Irene nods, eyes focused on the mug between her hands. You have the impression that you see tears welling up on her eyes, but she blinks rapidly to dissipate them. "I… I was willing to go against them, because if they don't accept my relationship, then they don't accept who I am. But… I don't know if it's worth doing this if I'm not sure if Seulgi feels the same about me."

Ouch.

You remembered the night when they broke up. Seulgi came to you, crying, and said that she was tired of being with someone that wasn't brave enough to accept her.

Seulgi, my dear… you know nothing.

You can see that to go against her parents isn't as simple as it sounds. To Irene, going against her family involves reputation, money, and the company itself. It's definitely a big deal. Seulgi didn't understand how serious it is.

And Irene is willing to take this big step for her.

It's your time to sigh. 

"Irene." you lean closer, staring at her seriously. "Do you still love Seulgi?"

She blinks at your direct question. Irene looks down, gulps… and nods.

"I do love her."

You can't hear any hint of doubt on her voice.

That's what you wanted to hear.

"She's not okay." You blurt out the truth. Irene widens her eyes softly and looks at you. You see guilt on her eyes as she hears this. "I came here because I'm worried about her. She doesn't act like herself anymore. She even got tired of Netflix."

Irene widens her eyes in shock. "She stopped watching Netflix?!"

"Yes." You nod seriously. "And she still loves you, too."

Irene freezes when you say this.

Now, you're sure of the tears welling up on her eyes.

"I…" she stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence. "A-Are you sure?"

You can't help but giggle at her; Irene looks shy, almost like a teenager - scared and excited to know that her crush likes her back. You feel your own heart warming up at the sight.

"Of course I'm sure."

A smile wants to make its way up to her lips. "B-But what do I do? I can't just walk up to her like this. I don't want to start another fight…"

"Irene, believe me. Seulgi will listen to anything you have to say, as long as you're being honest. Tell her about the situation with your family. Prove to her that you're willing to stand for her. I mean, if you're still willing to…"

"I am!" Irene exclaims in a heartbeat. "I am. As long as she's with me, I feel like I can do anything."

You feel yourself smiling. Irene's eyes are shining like diamonds.

"But you also have to try to understand her." You say seriously. "Seulgi is not wrong for wanting to be independent. She's finishing her studies, she wants to build a career for herself, and she wants her own money. I know you're trying to help, but you have to respect her. Also, I'm sure she doesn't want to be a burden for you."

Irene nods vehemently. "Okay. You're right. I get it."

She doesn't hold her smile back anymore as a tear rolls down her cheek. She looks so immensely happy… it's a delightful sight. And you can't help but feel happy too, because right now, more than ever, you see that Seulgi found something rare and precious in this world.

True love.

And this fact itself is enough to make you feel that coming here was worth it - even though Seulgi might want to kill you afterwards.

"But hey, Irene," you call her seriously again. "I'm doing all this because both of you stupid asses couldn't, but if you make Seulgi cry again, I will kill you. I know where you work now."

Irene laughs at your very serious threat. She leans forward and holds both of your hands. "Y/N, thank you so much for telling me all this. I will forever be grateful. If you need anything- and I mean anything- I will help you, okay? Anything!"

"Alright, alright," you say, shrugging, the slight thought that a millionaire owns you a favor sounding nice. "Now, you better go talk to Seulgi. I can't stand her walking around the living room looking like a zombie anymore." Irene laughs softly. "And… I said I wasn't hungry, but now I kind of want that waffle."

Seulgi looks like a very grumpy zombie when you meet her in the corridor.

"Where the hell were you?!" Seulgi exclaims. "It's noon!"

"Yeah, I know." you shrug. "The bank was pretty crowded."

Seulgi narrows her eyes. Her hair looks messy even though it's tied up and she has bags underneath her eyes. She's wearing the top of her old orange pajamas. It has an old kitchen oil stain over the chest. Seulgi from months ago would rarely go out looking like this. 

"What the hell did you need to do there anyway? I didn't even know people still go to banks." She whines. "I was getting worried, you know?"

You walk down the corridor with your hands behind your back. You're glad Seulgi is too grumpy to notice the sly smirk on your lips, the way you kind of bounce by her side in expectation.

"Always so thoughtful, Seul. You're so cute, did you know that?"

She side eyes you, the frown deepening. "Why are you complimenting me?"

"What's the problem with complimenting you?"

"Whenever you compliment me it means either you want something or you did something that you know will piss me off."

Sometimes you forget how well Seulgi knows you. 

"Jesus, you're too stressed, girl. I'll pay you lunch, okay? Let's eat at that Italian restaurant you like."

"When you offer yourself to pay for stuff it also means that-"

Seulgi stops in her tracks, completely frozen.

"Irene?"

You step back silently and hold your breath.

This is the moment that might end your friendship with Seulgi if it goes bad.

Irene seems to be holding her breath as well, her eyes round - scared, hesitant, hopeful. 

And they stand there, looking at each other. As if time has slowed down. As if there was no one else besides them in the busy corridor.

If this was a drama, you imagined that the romantic soundtrack would kick in now.

"Hi, Seulgi." Irene says softly. "It's… it's been a while."

It seems that Seulgi's brain is struggling to function. "What… what are you doing here?" the fact that she does not sound defensive or aggressive but genuinely surprised and confused relieves your chest. 

"I came here to talk." Irene says. "Just… just talk. But if you want me to go…"

"No." Seulgi interrupts her embarrassingly too fast. "It's alright. We… we can talk. Just talk."

Their eyes are gleaming and the ghost of smiles appear on their lips.

Your chest fills with triumph as you silently walk back. Not that either of them would even notice you anyway.

You're too far to hear what they're saying now, their soft voices drowning in the middle of the many more people walking around the corridor, but you still kind of hide inside an empty classroom, half of your body peeking outside of the door to watch them. They're talking and smiling timidly. You feel tempted to take some photos, but it's better not to. You kind of feel like an intruder watching them, even if you're this far-

"What are you doing?" 

You almost feel your spirit jumping out of your body when the male voice asks dangerously close to your ear, turning around in a jump to see the source.

Now you don't know if your heart is beating so ridiculously fast because of the scare of because of the view in front of you.

Jungkook looks down at you with a puzzled expression, his hands behind his back, his body slightly leaning on your direction. He's wearing a modern grey hanbok over a black t-shirt and slippers. His backpack hangs from one shoulder. His hair is half tied up in a small bun, curly bangs falling over his eyes. This is precisely what makes your heart almost fail. You've been wondering how he would look like with his hair tied up ever since he decided to let it grow…

He's got no business looking this good. No. Fucking. Business.

But you're a master of pretending you're unbothered, so you just point ahead at their direction with an excited smile. Jungkook's eyes look up to where you're pointing and his eyes widen.

"Oh!" Almost instantly, he kind of hides behind you as well. It's hard to ignore the warmth of his body on your back, even though he isn't close enough to touch you. "Did they make up? Are they dating again?" 

"I hope they will." it's weird how you're both speaking so low, as if they could possibly hear you over the loud chatter. 

"What if they start fighting?" 

"Don't even say that! I put my friendship with Seulgi at risk to get these two to talk!"

You turn your head in time to see Jungkook's eyes frowning as he realizes what's going on.

"It was you?"

"Of course it was."

He crosses his arms over his broad chest and shakes his head slowly in disapproval. "You said you wouldn't get involved!"

"I never said I wasn't going to get involved." you bat your lashes prettily at him, trying to give your best innocent look (unsuccessfully). 

"You damn gremlin."

You whack his chest. "Aw, come on! Just look at them and tell me it isn't working!"

Both of you look ahead again to see them smiling sweetly at each other as they talk. You bounce and giggle excitedly like a little kid. "Look, look! She's blushing!"

Jungkook tilts his head to the side. "But what about Jennie?"

"Oh, Irene and Jennie went out on dates, but it didn't work out in the end. They're just friends." you repeat the exact same words Irene told you earlier. 

"Are you sure?"

"Well, if she cheats on Seulgi, I'll kill her."

You watch as they slowly start to walk away side by side, heading towards the exit.

You jump out of your "hideout" and open your arms in triumph. "I did great this time, didn't I?!"

Jungkook chuckles and leans on the doorway, arms crossed. "Whatever you say."

You're an expert at acting unbothered, but right now it's really hard to do so when he looks at you this way.

He has a pretty lazy smile on his lips. It makes you feel hot inside and your stomach jumps and your heart races. His gaze is intense… but not in the way you're used to. That look isn't his I want to fuck kind of look, it's… it's… shit, you don't know what that means, but it's pretty intense. Why is he looking at you like that?

You just hope he doesn't notice how your legs are wobbly.

It's the first time you see him in person since two days ago, when he slept at your house. Two days after you had sex even though you said you wouldn't. You didn't talk properly about what happened there. To be honest, your brain still didn't process that well. 

Things are awkward between you two - but this time it's a different kind of awkward. A type of awkward that made your cheeks burn while you cleaned yourself and got dressed. A type of awkward that made you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, that made a silly smile grow on your lips every time your eyes crossed his from the other side of the living room, an awkwardness that forced you both to look away and try to pretend your cheeks weren't aching from the damn smile that didn't want to go away. A type of awkward that didn't let you talk about what happened - as if none of you wanted to talk about it, to just keep it engraved in your minds forever, as if talking about it would take all the magic of the moment away.

You don't hate this type of awkward. 

It's not uncomfortable. Not like what has been happening for the past months. Yet, you feel that you need to talk about it - to sort things out clearly and straightforwardly this time… because if the way he's looking at you means anything, then maybe… just maybe…

"I've got good news." Jungkook says suddenly (because he noticed that you've been staring at each other for far too long to not be embarrassing anymore). 

"What?" you fiddle with your own fingers, trying to ease the tension.

"Remember that director I told you about? Mr. Choi?" You nod. "He invited me to work with him."

Your jaw drops, your eyes widen. "What? Are you serious?!"

Jungkook nods excitedly. "Yeah. Well, I'll be like the assistant of the assistant, to be honest, but… he invited me to work with him on his next project. I'll gain some real experience, at least…"

"Are you kidding? This is great, Kook! What the fuck!"

You jump over to hug him, your arms dropping around his shoulders, and Jungkook quickly hugs you back. His low excited giggle right next to your ear makes goosebumps crawl on your skin. 

"I'm so fucking proud of you!" And you couldn't be more honest. Jungkook has always been so  hardworking; he deserves all the success and recognition in the world. You always thought so.

"Thank you," his voice is still low and excited.

He caresses your back. It makes yet more goosebumps crawl on your skin. 

Oh, God. He still smells like baby powder. He always does. You feel tempted to sniff the crook of his neck, just to take a little bit more of his scent, but you hold yourself back. It's not like hugging Jungkook is something new to you. Fuck, after everything you've done, hugging should feel like nothing. But for some reason… hugging him right now feels like a lot.

Feels awkward.

So awkward that you have to remind yourself that you're in the middle of a corridor full of people, and that this hug is taking way too long, so you step back before your brain completely malfunctions. 

"A-And," you clear your throat and put a strand of hair behind your ear, furiously avoiding his gaze. You never thought that Jungkook would make you feel shy like this. Shy and Y/N shouldn’t make sense in the same sentence. "When is this next project?"

"In two days. I think he decided to put me on the crew last minute."

"This means that he really trusts you."

Jungkook smiles sheepishly and massages the back of his neck. "I just hope I won't mess things up."

"You'll do great, Kook. You always do."

He lifts his gaze to you again.

That same look again.

You feel that everything is blurred except him again. No one else is in that corridor. No loud chatter. Just him and his starry eyes, looking back at you, eyes that smile as much as his lips.

God.

You need to sort things out.

You can't just stare at him with heart eyes like this anymore. You need to talk about what happened. This conversation feels awkward because you're both trying to act normal, pretending that there isn't a fucking elephant in the room - an elephant that makes you think of a mattress in the middle of your living room, of sunrays touching his exposed skin, of old pajamas being thrown around and sweat and soft kisses and salty tears dripping down your temples.

You need to know if he also felt that that morning was different. You need to know if he feels the same. Even if he doesn't - even if his heart lays with Yeri or Joy or whoever it might be - you need to know, and you don't care about what the outcome might be. You just can't torture yourself like this anymore.

So you inhale and gulp.

"Jungkook, I was thinking… are you busy after classes?" you ask timidly.

He presses his lips together. "Actually, I am. The boys and I are planning to celebrate the end of the semester tonight."

Mission abort! Mission abort!!

"Why?"

"Oh- it's nothing. I was just…" you can't think of any excuse. "It's not that important anyway. Forget it."

Jungkook looks at you with suspicion. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! I'm sure. Nevermind."

He still stares at you for a while, frowning. 

"You wanna come with us?"

"No!" you shake your hands dismissively. You're not having this super important conversation surrounded by all of his friends. "I'm just gonna bother you guys. It's fine, Jungkook. Enjoy your night." 

Jungkook shrugs. He takes his phone from his back pocket for a moment. "Well, I gotta go. I promised I'd pay Jimin lunch."

"Alright."

You start to walk in opposite directions.

“But we can meet tomorrow, right?” You turn around way too fast when you hear Jungkook say, a few steps away from you. He looks hesitant, an awkward little smile on his lips. “I have some stuff to do, but we can see each other at night. After I finish preparing my stuff. We could meet, right?” He visibly starts to look more and more awkward as he speaks. As if his confidence started to vanish. It’s kind of adorable. “You could come to my place. O-Or I could go to yours, I don’t care- I mean, can I?”

Your heart is bouncing crazily inside of you. You don’t notice how you’re mirroring his awkward smile. “Of course, Kook. When did you ever need permission to go to my apartment?”

Jungkook frowns as if he just realized how stupid his ask was. “Guess you’re right. Or maybe we could go out somewhere, right? It’s been a while since we went out, the two of us.”

He’s right. All you’ve been doing for the past months is meet to have sex. You don’t even remember the last time you two did something that didn’t involve getting naked. 

“Sure, let’s go out.” 

You stare at each other for a few more awkward moments (awkward is a word you’ve been thinking a lot about lately). See, that’s not how things would go between you two back then. Neither of you ever needed to ask previously to go out. You’d just usually drag Jungkook out of his house by force when you deemed he hasn’t been taking enough sunlight (fucking Overwatch). Or Jungkook would call you at 3am because he was bored of playing Overwatch and just realized there was only expired milk and an empty box of cereal in the cabinets because the last time he and Jimin bought food was 2 weeks ago and he’d be like “hey, let’s go to Walmart” and you’d be like “what the fuck Jungkook it’s 3am” and he’d be like “but Jimin’s not home I need help” and you’d be like “fuck you” but twenty minutes later you’d both be on your pajamas pushing a cart inside of an empty Walmart as you barely register Jungkook ranting about how he thinks he’s lactose intolerant because he had diarrhea the last time he ate yogurt.

That’s kind of how things used to go back then.

At the same time you desperately want your relationship to go back to normal, you don’t really hate the way you’re feeling right now.

“Right, I gotta go.” Jungkook snaps out of it faster than you and nods. “I’ll text you later.”

“Okay.”

Again, you turn around and start to walk in opposite directions. Slowly. Hesitantly. Because both of you know you don't want to go. Both of you know you still have a lot to talk about.

But maybe later.

[bby bear]: i kinda want to kill you rn but

[bby bear]: thank u so fcking much

[bby bear]: ily

[bby bear]: bitch

You're smiling so hard that your cheeks might probably start to ache. If Seulgi texted you this, it means things went really well with Irene. 

The chatter in the dining hall is nothing but background noise on your ears as you scroll down your boring Instagram feed, the plate just half eaten in front of you. You’re not really hungry. Maybe the stress of studying for finals messed your stomach. The hell’s finally over, at least, and you’re sure that your grades won’t be that bad (Seulgi didn’t want to do anything, but you at least convinced her to study with you. That’s the only thing that got her out of her bedroom. Her zombie state was kinda the reason why you studied so hard). 

Some text notifications pop on your screen, but you just swipe them away since none of them are from the person you’re waiting for. All of your friends are planning to go out tonight and some of them are asking if you want to go. No, you don’t. Honestly, you’ve not been feeling yourself these days. Past you would always be up to a party. Past you wouldn’t be having lunch alone in the dining hall - honestly though, you don’t even mind being by yourself. Nothing would make you feel emptier right now than being surrounded by random people. Just one person matters at the moment-

“Hi.”

You almost drop the phone inside the plate when you look up to see who just sat in front of you.

Joy.

Your throat feels suddenly bitter. You have to gulp.

“Jesus, I didn’t even notice you come,” you inhale and chuckle. “How you doing, Joy?”

Joy smiles. “I’m fine.”

She’s lying.

There’s something in the way she looks at you and in the way her smile looks plastic-fake that makes you shiver.

It makes you think that she didn’t even want to be here.

Well, you don’t know about her, but you certainly feel uncomfortable right now. You can’t lie that you’ve been feeling kind of guilty these days because you’ve been fucking the guy she likes in secret, but a big fat load of guilt hit you especially after two days ago. Joy went on a date with Jungkook and barely a few hours later you had him inside of you. And, of course, you had rough sex with him inside of her bathroom. All the while you knew Joy liked him and encouraged her to be with him-

Wow, it’s getting hard to look at her right now. 

You really are a bitch. In the beginning you didn’t feel bad because you stupidly assumed there weren’t feelings involved. It was just friends with benefits, right? You even agreed that you could have sex with other people. If Jungkook started dating Joy, of course you’d stop doing it. Also, there was nothing between you two. You didn’t even feel jealousy.

Things changed, though, and at some point you genuinely started to hate this poor girl for breathing around Jungkook. And now you feel guilty because you realized that you like the guy that she told you she had a crush on months ago.

I took a shower this morning, so why do I feel so dirty right now?

A shiver runs down your spine.

The way she’s looking at you… what if she knows-?

“I’m throwing a party tonight,” she says suddenly. “To celebrate the end of the semester. You wanna come?”

You’ve been fucking the guy she likes for months and there she is, being nice and inviting you to her party. You really are a fake ass bitch-

“O-Oh.” You rub the back of your neck. “I, uhm… thanks, Joy, but I’m not feeling very well today. I just feel like sleeping, to be honest.” You chuckle sheepishly again. 

Joy nods. “Alright.”

She doesn’t insist. It looks like she doesn’t even care. As if she’s just being polite.

In fact, it kind of looks that she’s relieved that you said no-

“So, how was your date with Taehyung?” She changes the topic quickly. “We didn’t even talk about it.”

Right. She’s talking about the person you don’t even want to think about because there’s only so much guilt one person can feel at once. 

“It was fun.” You say. “We had a lot of fun.”

It sounds stupid, the way you can’t even articulate your date with him. You’re not lying - you had fun… kind of. 

“Are you dating him now?”

Okay, this is getting strange. Not the question, but the way she asked. You’re 100% sure she’s annoyed by something, and honestly looks uninterested in your current state with Taehyung right now, so why is she asking anyway? 

“No, we’re not.” You admit. 

Joy stares at you in silence as if she’s waiting for you to say something more, but you say nothing else. Joy then nods. This is getting very uncomfortable.

You feel that she’s about to leave, so you pick up the courage to speak again. She touched this topic anyway.

You know it’s wrong to ask. You shouldn’t. But you’re so curious that you can’t help.

“A-And, uhm… what about you and Jungkook? How was your date?” you try so hard to pretend you’re not dying curious to know.

Joy stares at you in silence again. She isn’t smiling.

“He didn’t tell you?”

What? Is there something to tell?!

“No. Jungkook’s kinda private about this type of thing,” you’re lying, of course, because even if Jungkook didn’t want to, you’d usually annoy him with questions about his dates so hard that he’d end up telling everything that happened.

Joy looks away and quirks one eyebrow. “Oh. I assumed he would have since you guys are so close.”

The way she says so close bothers you.

It’s her turn to rub the back of her neck, her eyes glued on the table - only she doesn’t look nervous. Yeah, she’s annoyed. Joy takes so long to talk that you’re about to repeat your question, but she finally speaks:

“We also had fun. Jungkook really is a sweet guy, right? He did nothing wrong. He’s so polite that it ended up annoying me, honestly. More polite than I would have wanted him to be…” Hah, so they didn’t fuck! Great! “Well, he dropped me home and I invited him to spend the night and all, but… He was very polite. He apologized a lot and said that he couldn’t stay…”

Joy licks her lips. Why the dramatic pause? Say it already, come on!

“He’s also a very honest guy, right?” She chuckled, but she clearly didn’t think it was funny. “He said that he thought I was an amazing person, but things wouldn’t go further than this because…”

For the first time, Joy lifts her gaze and looks at you.

“Because he already had feelings for someone else.”

You’re honestly not breathing anymore.

Joy is watching you very carefully. You’re as stiff as a board.

“Not a fun way to finish a date, right?” She says and chuckles, again, it’s clear she isn’t happy at all. “Anyways, I have to go now. Bye.” 

She gets up and walks away before you can even say anything, as if this conversation was being unbearable for her.

Meanwhile, you just sit there. Frozen. Breathless.

He said things wouldn’t go further than this.

Your throat feels very dry out of sudden. Very, very dry and coarse, as if you’ve eaten sand. 

Because…

You take the water bottle from over the table and drink it in one big, big gulp, until the bottle is empty and your shaking fingers crushed the fragile pet bottle.

He already had feelings for someone else.

You get up and take the tray so fast that you almost drop everything.

Your movements are fast as you walk out of the busy dining hall, your heart beating loudly on your ribcage, your breathing irregular and your mind working at 200 km/h.

He already had feelings for someone else.

He told Joy this. He dropped her home and told her the truth. He apologized. He… he said he already had feelings for someone else. Jesus Christ. Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s going to stop anytime soon.

He- He-

He might be talking about Yeri, a little, hesitant voice inside your mind whispers. Well… sure. You’ve been suspecting it for a good while. But… after Jungkook dropped Joy home and said this he-

He went to your apartment.

He went to you.

You feel the need to stop walking and lean on the corridor’s wall. The world around you is blurred.

What is this feeling bubbling up in your chest? A feeling so strong that it’s almost spilling over? This thing that makes you open the widest smile you ever opened and makes you want to jump around the corridor like crazy?

He came to me. He came to me. He came to me. He came to me.

He came to me!

But-

But there’s still the Yeri possibility. 

You need to know the truth. To hear him say it, and you can’t wait another day - not anymore.

You take your phone from your bag and type with shaking fingers.

[you]: hey

[you]: can we meet today?

[you]: i really need to talk to you

Jeon Jungkook is a simp. 

He doesn’t like this word. He thinks it’s annoying how people would call a guy a simp just because he’s treating a girl with minimal decency. 

But, like. He’s a simp. He knows he is. He took a long time to admit this, but lately his pride has been already so crushed and stepped on by a particular pair of feet that he can’t even bring himself to feel anything anymore.

Actually, no. He has been feeling like shit for a long time. It’s just the alcohol anesthetizing him right now.

That’s just his second bottle of beer and he already feels kind of dizzy. It’s been a while since he last drank alcohol, that’s probably why his resistance feels weak. He makes a mental reminder to not drink too much. Jungkook knows that he gets really talkative when he’s drunk and he always ends up saying stuff he shouldn’t - and today especially he can’t end up saying stuff he shouldn’t with that guy around.

If he knew Taehyung would be here too, Jungkook wouldn’t have come. Yes, he knows he’s being childish. He knows he’s angry at someone that didn’t do anything wrong, he knows that jealousy is bad, he knows that technically he is wrong because he’s been dicking down the girl that he knew his friend liked. He knows all that, alright?!

Jungkook throws his head back and sighs, passing his hand through his hair. A chilling night breeze touches his cheeks; since the inside of the bar was already full and they were too many, everyone decided to sit on the outside part of the bar. Jungkook hasn’t been paying attention to anything anyone around him was saying and neither was he interested. He thought that coming here would make him forget about the things that have been troubling him, but in the end he’s just thinking more about them.

I could excuse myself and go home. He thought. I have a lot of things to do anyway. I wouldn’t be lying.

He feels a hand rest on his shoulder and looks at Jimin, sitting on a chair by his side. The look on Jimin’s face already says everything. Jungkook sometimes thinks that Jimin has telepathic superpowers; how does he always know what’s going on before anyone even says anything?

“You alright?” Jimin asks in a low tone, careful not to call anyone’s attention. The younger one nods.

“Yeah.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook reassures. 

Taehyung laughs loudly from across the table and both of them end up looking at him. Jimin looks back at Jungkook. 

Jimin sighs. “You know you can go home if you want to.”

“Yeah.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Just… don’t do anything stupid.”

Jungkook looks at Jimin and sips a bit more of the beer slowly.

“Yeah.”

Jimin smacks his shoulder and goes back to his previous conversation with Hoseok.

How Jimin always seems to know what’s going on… it annoys Jungkook a lot. He wasn’t supposed to know anything. It’s not like Jungkook told him about his feelings, Jimin just… realized. They were doing grocery shopping one day and Jungkook mentioned how last time he went to Walmart you told him that the diarrhea he had wasn’t because he was lactose intolerant but because the yogurt was expired and then Jimin turned around and simply said:

“You like her, right?”

And Jungkook gasped.

Jimin smirked knowingly and just kept pushing the cart. He said nothing else - but it was as if Jungkook had just confessed his deepest feelings right there.

This happened a little bit after Jungkook and Yeri broke up and kind of made him feel offended. How could Jimin say he liked you? He hadn’t even gotten over Yeri, Jimin knew very well. However, it seems that Jimin is not only a telepath, he can also see the future, because he couldn’t be more right.

If Jungkook’s being honest with himself, some months ago he wasn’t really really sure about what he felt about you. As the “Yeri” scar started to heal he got more aware of his own feelings and actions towards you, but it was hard to sort things out because he was always in denial. That desire to hold you close and hug you and take care of you and not let anyone hurt you anymore? Well, that was just his protective side. You have always been one of his dearest people. Jungkook also knew that he had a little possessive side. He was sure that this feeling would eventually vanish.

Maybe he was also frightened because he knew it wasn’t reciprocal. You never even looked at him in a way that might mean you felt something else for him. He wasn’t going to confess something he wasn’t sure of to someone that definitely didn’t feel anything for him and destroy a life-long friendship.

But oh boy, how things have changed.

They changed the moment you hopped on his lap that night inside his car. Jesus, that first week was hell for Jungkook. He was trying so, so hard to forget the messy drunken memories of his night with you - especially because, the moment he woke up and saw the pure face of terror on your face when you realized what just happened, he thought of how much you regretted that and all of his hopes died right there - the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could be more than friends.

Yet, he got to taste you again. Two times were all it took to get him addicted.

He couldn’t stop anymore - and it hurt him much more than he would like to admit. He felt that he was being used, even though he let you do it (and he enjoyed it every time, not gonna lie). He felt worthless, he felt angry at himself because he couldn’t stop and because you were so, so fucking stupid, so fucking blind, he felt sad because he watched as your friendship started to slowly die down, and now he feels jealous and guilty because he’s been seeing how Taehyung likes you - how Taehyung even asked him advice to ask you out - and he didn’t stop fucking you anyway.

That day at Joy’s house? It was ridiculous. Jungkook still doesn’t understand what the fuck happened to him, why he felt so angry. Perhaps he was finally getting tired of how dumb you are, how you can’t see what’s right in front of your face. 

Just thinking about you hurts now. And Jungkook thinks about you a lot. There he is, surrounded by his friends, where he should be talking and having fun, but he’s too busy thinking about you. In two days he’ll start working for Mr. Choi, his first real job. He should be thinking about it. Not about you.

He can’t stop thinking about your flustered face.

You don’t look flustered that often. Especially not around him. 

He thinks this is very intriguing.

What hurt him the most in all this - the thing that made him feel like a piece of shit more than anything - is that he knows you too damn well and he knew that it was never special to you. To you it was just sex, it was just fun; whenever your lips touched you never felt like you were being swept off your feet like he did, whenever you touched him you didn’t feel like just then, in that moment, everything was right - as if the Universe was only created for that specific moment to happen, as if the Universe was expectantly waiting for the moment his fingers ran on your skin freely since the very beginning.

He never felt like this with anyone else. No other pussy has ever made him feel this poetic. 

The fact that Jungkook knew you didn’t feel the same was exactly why he couldn’t stop; this would be the closest he’d ever be from you in that sense - and honestly, after he tasted you, he didn’t want to go back to stage one. You were like a drug. You brought him comfort, you brought him bliss. Having sex with you became somehow of a escapist method. But, just like every drug, you started to make him feel sick… so sick that he couldn’t stand to be around you when you weren’t fucking. 

He drifted away.

God, he even stupidly tried to move on, but Joy was a foolish try. Jungkook felt bad for using her like this - even though he never even kissed her, he felt that he was fooling her anyway. Going on that date with Joy made everything worse, because he was with that gorgeous, intelligent and lovely girl, but he couldn’t feel anything but fucking empty.

He also realized that you couldn’t be his drug anymore. You deserved much more than that. That’s why he drove all the way to your apartment like a magnet. He preferred to go back to stage one if necessary, if it meant that he could be around you without feeling like a worthless piece of shit anymore.

Of course - things didn’t work out that way.

But that morning- it was different.

Jungkook has to sip more of his beer just thinking about it.

It was different.

It was… quiet, very quiet. Much more quieter than he was used to. And much closer than he ever remembered. 

All the times he had sex with you - his body was being pleased, but his soul felt hurt. This time, though, he felt that his whole self was being healed. You didn’t feel like a drug. You felt like a cure.

As if you were connected in somehow of a deeper way.

As if this time, it wasn’t one-sided on his part.

Jungkook can’t stop thinking about it. His pessimistic side tried to convince him that he was being delusional or dramatic (he has this tendency to overthink anyways) and maybe he was, but, again… you don’t usually act flustered, especially not around him. And you’ve been looking flustered around him for quite some now, even before that morning. Sure, your friendship became uncomfortable at some point and he realized that none of you knew how to act around each other anymore, but still… 

What about that time you saw a picture of Yeri on his computer?

You looked very, very awkward.

Or how you sometimes seemed bothered when Joy was around. You teased him a lot at that pool party. Jungkook knew you could get kinda kinky sometimes (he knew you liked the thrill of possibly being caught), but that felt like too much even for you.

His pessimistic side once again tried to convince him that he was seeing things. You wouldn’t be acting jealous. You were never jealous of him with any girl. Never. You even encouraged him to be with Joy, right?

What if… what if maybe, just maybe…?

Stop getting your hopes too high, his pessimistic side scolded. You look stupid.

I’ve been looking stupid for a goddamn long time, Jungkook thinks back. His pessimistic side looks back at him with disdain.

Jungkook frowns and looks at the bottle of beer on his hand. This is just regular beer, right? He surely isn’t so drunk that he’s already arguing with himself.

I should probably go home.

Or…

He could go to your home.

You wanted to talk to him earlier today. You looked very hesitant - again, very uncharacteristic of you. It felt like it was something important. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if he knocked on your door unannounced - wait, you never cared. At least when your relationship didn’t involve rough sex. I mean- you didn’t mind not even when you started fucking, to be honest.

Why do I feel so nervous? I’ve never felt nervous over such a stupid thing. I mean, she’s the same dumbass I’ve known my whole life.

You’re probably home doing nothing. That’s also very uncharacteristic of you. Normal you would be at some club or party right now, celebrating the end of the semester. Normal you would probably have tried to drag him along. Or you’d meet some time during the night when you’re both too drunk to be standing and then you’d end up at 5am at the usual Burger King because you’re both hungry, and the Burger King employees would be staring at you both with anger and disgust because you’re both laughing like stupid and talking too loud and they’ve been up all night and can’t stand two drunk costumers this early in the morning.

It sounds nice.

Jungkook remembers that Seulgi and Irene made up, which means that Seulgi most definitely isn’t home.

Which means you positively are home alone.

Home alone, huh.

Jungkook sips more beer. 

This sounds nicer.

But, hey, it’s not like he’s being dirty minded (well, at least not entirely). He really wants to know what you wanted to talk about - and suddenly, he doesn’t feel like waiting until tomorrow. Maybe it’s the alcohol (maybe he really shouldn’t finish this beer), but he wants to see your face a lot right now. Your flustered face. And he kinda feels like holding your face with both hands and kissing you very slowly. And he kinda feels like going very very deep inside of-

You know what? Fuck it.

Jungkook puts the bottle over the table and is ready to get up. His excuse is ready. Nobody’s gonna think it’s strange anyway - Jungkook has actual stuff to do.

But he doesn’t have the chance to move when he notices a person approaching the tables where he’s sat.

He freezes.

It’s you.

You’re looking down at your phone before you lift your head and see the group of familiar faces a few meters away from you. You’re alone.

Jungkook’s heart starts to beat furiously inside his chest. A smile unconsciously increases on his lips. What are you doing here? He didn’t know you’d come. He’s also sure that he didn’t tell you which bar he would come to earlier today. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as a hundred ideas run on his mind in those few seconds; did you feel the need to see him as much as he wanted to see you? Did you have the same idea as him? Were you so eager to see him that you couldn’t wait until tomorrow-?

Your eyes finally cross his.

That’s when Jungkook notices something isn’t right.

You look surprised, then a second later you frown, then you slowly widen your eyes.

He knows you too damn well.

You didn’t know he’d be there, too. You’re surprised to see him. And it looks… it looks like you didn’t want to see Jungkook there.

“Y/N!”

A loud, excited, familiar male voice bursts out.

Jungkook watches frozen in place as Taehyung gets up in a swift movement, holds your face with both hands and kisses you.

Taehyung’s lips are warm against yours. They taste like toothpaste and beer.

The kiss is very brief. Taehyung breaks it alway soon, but still holds your face with his hands. He’s smiling widely.

“You're late, missy!" He says happily.

You're frozen in place.

This isn't happening. 

"I-" you stutter. It seems that your brain went into complete malfunction. "I, uhm…"

Your eyes travel back to Jungkook.

He's just watching. Not moving a muscle. No.

No no no no no no.

This can't be happening.

Jungkook wasn't supposed to be here. You thought- you thought he was going to celebrate with his classmates, you didn't expect Taehyung would be here too. No, no. Just no. 

You see the exact moment his features get as hard as stone. The way he clenches his jaw tight.

You can't breathe.

When you texted Taehyung earlier, you didn’t really like that he told you to meet him at a bar. A bar wasn’t the right place to have this type of conversation - you also felt bad that you’d probably ruin his end-of-semester celebrations - but you agreed anyway because you desperately needed to make things clear with Taehyung before you had that talk with Jungkook. You decided to do this because Jungkook was honest and fair with Joy; you needed to do the same. You left the worst of the impressions when you let Taehyung kiss you that day. You needed to tell him the truth, or else he’d just suffer more - and you couldn’t be a bitch enough to just dump him by text.

But fuck -  you didn’t expect Taehyung would fucking kiss you in front of everyone the moment he saw you!

With the corner of your eye, you see Jimin looking from you to Taehyung to Jungkook very fast, his face going pale as he realizes what just happened. No one else notices that something’s wrong.

Jungkook breaks eye contact with you and gets up from his chair. Jimin looks at him, helpless. You know that expression. He’s angry and- and-

Hurt.

You step away from Taehyung, trying to get control over your body again. It feels like pure frost has filled your veins. “T-Taehyung, I…” Your mouth is very dry again. You clear your throat. “C-Can we talk somewhere else?”

You suddenly hate how oblivious Taehyung is and how touchy he is because it’s clear that he’s moving his arm to hold your hand. What the fuck?! We just kissed once, it’s not like we’re dating!

“Sure. Do you wanna get inside? Wanna get a drink?” He asks with the same happy smile. 

You’re trying to think of something to say, but again, someone else behind him gets your attention.

“You’re going this early, Jungkook?” Hoseok whines, oblivious to the whole situation. Jungkook is putting his backpack over his shoulder. He’s looking down, jaw still very tight. Not a word said - yet you could see exactly how hurt he was. 

“Yeah. I have a lot to do.” He simply says. 

“Aw, come on, man!” Taehyung encourages. “You can stay a little longer!”

If Taehyung was a little less oblivious, he would have noticed the death glare sent in his direction.

“I can’t.”

A shiver crawls over your entire body as the death glare is now directed to you. 

He’s so, so hurt.

Jungkook’s walking away.

Stop! You want to scream. You got it all wrong! Don’t go!

But you don’t have the chance to stop him, and Jungkook doesn’t have the chance to walk away, and Taehyung doesn’t have the chance to understand what’s going on.

Everyone turns their heads when they hear a boisterous, scandalous laughter, and the sound of someone clapping their hands dramatically.

Now you’re sure that your veins are frosted. You shiver again - yet this time, it’s pure fear.

It’s Mike.

A very, very drunk Mike.

He looks the worst you’ve ever seen him; his clothes are a mess, his hair has grown a lot, and he hasn’t been shaving lately. His eyes are widened, red and maniac. He stumbles as he walks closer, everyone on the table - and the people on the tables around - stopping to look as he still claps ironically.

“Oh, look at what we have here!” he’s loud. Very loud. “So interesting!”

You notice that Jungkook isn’t walking away anymore - in fact, he comes back a few steps, standing closer to you. His body language has changed. Jimin has also gotten up; it seems that Taehyung might be starting to understand what’s going on.

“This is the funniest shit I’ve seen in a looooong time,” Mike continues. God, he’s drooling. This isn’t happening. That’s not possible.

You watch as some guys come closer to Mike and recognize them as his friends. One of them holds Mike’s arm. “Come on, man. Don’t start a scene. It’s not worth it.” He says in a rather low voice, but you can still hear it.

Mike gets off his grip aggressively. “What do you mean? Of course it’s worth it!” Mike looks at you and grins like a madman. You feel another shiver run down your spine. “Hello, Y/N! It’s been a long time! How have you been?!”

“Your friend’s right.” Jungkook speaks up. “Get out of here.”

“Ooooooh,” Mike shakes his hands as if pretending to be scared. “Look who’s here, too! It’s the bestie! Jeon Jungkook, the best friend your girlfriend could ever have!”

Pretty much everyone on the outside part of the bar is paying attention to what’s going on. They whisper between themselves, looking at Mike, you and Jungkook. You feel so embarrassed that you might as well faint. You feel that you should have said something already, but your brain is still malfunctioning. 

“Jeon Jungkook, the friend that will want to fuck your girl so bad, but he won’t because he’s a coward!” Mike screams and laughs like a maniac.

Jungkook steps up closer to Mike in a brusque movement, but Jimin’s fast enough to hold him back. At this point, all of his friends have already gotten up from the table, wanting to stop Jungkook from doing anything.

“Shut up, Mike! Let’s go!” Mike’s friends try to stop him as well, trying to drag him away, but even though he’s drunk, he’s still strong enough to stay in place.

“You think I didn’t know, huh, Jungkookie? You think I didn’t know that whenever I was balls deep inside of Y/N you wish it was you? You always wanted to make her scream like a bitch the way I did!”

At this moment, the fear and shame are overwhelmed by anger. Without realizing, you are the one stepping closer, you are the person who Taehyung has to grab the arm in order to stop. “Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch!” You hear yourself yelling.

People on the tables around have gotten up - the noise of many chairs scraping the floor getting louder than the worried voices of the people trying to get away from this mess. You hear someone - a guard from the bar, maybe - threatening to call the police, but you can’t pay attention to him.

“Oh, but that’s exactly what you are! A whore!” Mike yells back. “You got so sad that I cheated on you, but haven’t you been doing the same to me?! You think I didn’t see you two inside the car that night?!”

That night… in the car…

Did he... ?

You freeze again when you see Mike pointing at Taehyung. 

“Hm, you’re Taehyung, right? Are you dating her now? Well, be aware of her best friend right here, unless you like sharing your girl! But Jungkook likes leftovers, right, Jungk-?”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Jimin isn’t strong enough to stop Jungkook from jumping over and landing a punch on Mike’s nose.

There’s yelling and the sound of tables turning as a whole lot of men try to stop the fight and glasses breaking and Jungkook screaming incomprehensible things as he holds Mike’s collar and punches once, twice, three times, and then Mike’s mouth and nose are bleeding, and Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung are trying to get Jungkook off Mike but it seems that not even the three would be enough to stop him.

You’ve never seen Jungkook so mad. It scares you because Mike is too drunk and can’t defend himself - but you’re not scared for Mike, that fucker can die -, you’re scared of what might happen to Jungkook.

So, when Jimin and the others drag Jungkook away as he still tries to free himself violently, you somehow squeeze yourself between them to hold Jungkook’s arm.

“Jungkook, stop!”

The black-haired man looks at you, his eyes red with rage in a way you’ve never seen before. 

You didn’t notice that, in your despair, your eyes filled with tears. This is probably what makes Jungkook stop for a moment.

“Enough! I called the police! Everyone out of the bar!”

A siren can be heard from far.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Jimin yells.

Another mess as everyone grabs their things and to try and run out of the bar - even the people that weren’t involved. You see that Mike hasn’t fainted as his friends grab him out of the bar in a rush.

Jungkook has to get out of here, it’s the only thing on your mind. Jungkook thinks the same apparently, because he’s quick to take his bag from the floor and jump over the bar’s fence to the sidewalk. You assumed that he didn’t drive his way here because he knew he would drink - which means he had to run.

Your only instinct is to follow him. 

You jump over the fence too, much more clumsily than him. Jungkook is already running down the street. 

As you’re about to follow him, you hear someone call your name.

It’s Taehyung.

He’s standing on the sidewalk as customers run out of the bar. And the look on his face crushes your heart.

I am the worst person in the world.

“Y/N, what he said… is it- is it true?” He asks quietly.

You open your mouth as if to say something, but nothing coherent comes out of it. The guilt rushes with adrenaline through your veins. You knew he would be hurt, but it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It wasn’t.

“I-I’m sorry, Taehyung,” is the only thing you can stutter.

You don’t see what face he makes next - both because you can’t take it, and because you’re already turning around and running down the street after Jungkook.

Jungkook is the only thing on your mind.

You can’t let him go away like this.

You run through the busy streets full of bars. As usual, they’re crowded with people. Some of them look at you running like crazy when you pass by, but you can’t stop running because you can still hear the sirens.

Jungkook has some damn long legs. He runs much faster than you and doesn’t even look back. You can barely breathe and your stomach hurts as you unsuccessfully try to catch up to him. You keep running and running and running until you’re on less busier streets, until the bars are left behind and now you’re on a more residential part of the neighbourhood. As Jungkook crosses an almost empty square, you decided that your body can’t take it anymore. You stop gradually, feeling your entire body scream in pain.

“Jungk- Jungkook!” you yell. 

The black-haired man finally looks behind his back and sees you; he widens his eyes in surprise and stops. 

“Why are you-?”

He doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence as the sound of the sirens get closer. You immediately start to run again and this time - instead of running in front of you - Jungkook waits until you get closer to grab your hand, forcing you to run faster. You two cross the square and run into a stair alley with houses on both sides. It’s quiet here. Jungkook crouches down behind a big trash bin, making you crouch down as well.

You both make as much silence as possible (considering you’re both panting heavily), both sweating, and wait until the sounds and lights of the police siren go away.

After maybe five minutes Jungkook gets up again, dropping his backpack on the floor. He cleans the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt; you rest your hands on your legs, trying to recover your breath. Your stomach hurts as if it has been stabbed. Maybe I should start working out.

You notice that Jungkook’s right hand is hurt; his knuckles are swollen and bleeding a little. He frowns in pain as he analyzes it. “You- you’re hurt.” you stupidly stutter. Jungkook shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.” He says in a low voice. “I said I would beat him up if I saw him…”

Out of instinct you step closer to him, worried, and lift your hands to hold his swollen one.

But Jungkook steps back before you can even touch him. He literally flinched away from you.

It feels like an arrow has just buried itself in your heart.

He’s not looking at you.

“Jungkook-”

“No.” He shakes his head again. He’s breathing heavily as if trying to calm himself down. “Don’t… don’t say anything. Please.”

It’s getting so difficult to breathe. Jungkook puts his hands on each side of his waist, staring at something on the floor - clearly avoiding your pleading gaze.

“But Jungkook, I… you didn’t…” why the hell can’t you speak a coherent sentence anymore? That’s why you followed him all the way. You must make things clear, but seeing his face right now makes you hesitate. Jungkook looks genuinely angry; you’ve never seen him like this, ever.

He throws his head back, looking at the sky, and lets a very dry chuckle past his lips. His expression tells you everything you need to know - he’s tipsy, not entirely drunk.

“You know, I don’t even understand why I’m angry.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or to himself. “There was never anything real happening, right? We were never real.”

You feel yourself choking on your own words. What does he mean?

“Jungkook, you have to listen to me. I just wanted to talk to Taehyung-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Y/N!” He interrupts and finally gazes you back with bloodshot eyes. “We’re fuck buddies, right? It’s just for fun, right? No real feelings involved. It’s not like we’re supposed to care.”

Tears start to make your sight blurred. Each word of his sound more and more bitter, more sad, more hurt, and it feels like someone has buried the arrow in your heart deeper when you realize that his eyes are getting teary, too.

“Stop saying that. You know it’s not true. You’re the person I care about the most in this world-”

“If you start saying how I’m your best friend I’m leaving you right now.”

You frown and blink, trying to dissipate the tears. “B-But it’s true-”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! I’m in love with you! Stop acting like you don’t know that already!”

It feels like your brain and your limbs and your lungs stopped working all at once.

Did he… did he just…?

Jungkook exhales heavily. He looks so tired. He rests his back against the wall in front of you, once again avoiding your gaze.

Something tells you that this should have been a happy moment. Deep down, you feel the pure bliss and excitement and it feels like your heart will combust - because you finally heard the words you wanted to hear the most coming directly from his mouth, you finally understood everything; he felt the same, the fucking same.

Yet, all the happiness is being overwhelmed by worry.

You’re watching him intently. You know the man in front of you better than you know yourself. You’ve never seen this expression before - this mix of anger and hurt have never been directed towards you. You’re scared because you don’t know what it implies.

It’s his breaking point.

He might be giving up on you right now.

You don’t know what to say. For a long moment, you just stare at him as he tries to calm himself down - always avoiding your gaze. It seems that words won’t come out of your mouth no matter how hard you try.

“Since when?” is the only thing you can whisper after a long time.

Jungkook shakes his head and lets yet another lifeless chuckle. “I don’t know.” He says in a low, broken voice.

Your fingers are shaking as you close your hands in tight fists. He needs to hear the truth.

“Jungkook.” Yet again, you hesitantly step closer. Your voice is fragile, pleading. “You got it all wrong. Please, you have to listen to me. Today, I-”

“Yeah, I know I got it all wrong from the start.” He interrupts you again. Shut up!, you want to scream. Let me fucking speak!

However, you can’t speak anymore when you notice the tears dripping down his face.

Jungkook is crying.

It’s your fault.

He passes both hands over his face as quickly as the first tears started to fall and sighs heavily. He takes his bag from the floor and shoves it over his shoulder again, turning around before you can see his face again, before you have the chance to say anything.

“I’m going home. You should go home, too.”

And he starts to walk down the stairs way too fast.

Your body is moving before your mind registers and you try to catch up to him. “Jungkook, wait-”

“Don’t.”

Is the only thing he says without looking back.

This makes you stop.

You watch, frozen in place, as he walks down the stairs. You keep your eyes on him as he crosses the empty square again. He’s almost running.

He wants to get away from you as soon as possible.

You know Jungkook too well. You know that, even if you followed him, even if you insisted, he wouldn’t want to hear you anyway. He’d probably despise you even more. This is what made you freeze.

You suddenly feel your legs get weak and sit down on the stair steps. Not only your legs, actually. All of your limbs feel heavy. 

You don’t remember the last time you cried like this. The unstoppable tears just coming and coming and the sobs barely let you breathe. 

You’re crying because you’re ashamed of what just happened at the bar - how Mike made you feel humiliated in front of all those people. You’re guilty because you weren’t honest with Taehyung and now there’s no way back - you let him believe in whatever he wanted to believe instead of making things clear, and now he’s hurt.

And the worst of all.

You’ve been hurting Jungkook so bad for so long without realizing. You hurt the person you cared about the most. 

All of it is your fault.

God, it hurts so much.

You know Jungkook too well. He’s the person that has been always there with you for better or for worse. You always knew you’d have each other’s backs no matter what happens; he’s a part of you, the most important, most precious part of you.

This time, you genuinely don’t know what will happen from now on.

This time... you don’t know if Jungkook will ever forgive you.

[francescatelford]

I was thinking how Evil Gideon can create both robots and clones based on human DNA and that if she really wants to win over the Legends she may need to build someone that could encapsulate the main qualities of the captains in order to take them down..(Maybe even the other parings 😏)

I love this season so far it’s one of the best and most organic of the Legends with an actual plot so whatever direction they are taking I’m pretty excited about it, it’s a perfect balance of humor and darkness, I think after 7 seasons they finally found a perfect formula for this crazy little show, it won’t surprise me if the keep going for 2-3 more season honestly, the writing is getting fresher instead of stale like many other CW superhero show…

I also think it would be cool for Gideon(maybe as cliffhanger end of season 7or later on) to create a Avalance human teenagers (maybe with fake memories and stuff) make her kinda evil in order to eliminate the legends and eventually the clone/human/avalance kid learning the truth, having an existential crisis and coming to terms with who she is and eventually join the legends and stuff.

It could be cool to have a teenager in the WaveRider and having each legends help her (yeah for sure a girl btw) growing up and learning from them the good, the bad and the crazy fun

Can you imagine a mix of assassine chaotic vibe from Sara and the OCD history nerd of Ava? I’d love to see it (babies usually ruin a show so I’d rather see a grow up avalance kid)

Also the perfect actress to be their teenage kid is Taylor Hickson imo

Leaving this here, I really think it would be cool and hoping for it

First of all thanks for this ask, my inbox is literally dead and i love this.

Yes i think this is their best season yet and im absolutely loving it, i don't want it to end either ): I think with these ratings we can easily get a season 8 and a 9, lets hope!

Like you i think babies ruin shows and so i don't want a pregnancy storyline and toddlers ect.. I would actually be a little sad bc i dont want them to have kids yet but it would be super cool if their kid from the future made an appearance! it would be funny because i think after a while they would catch on because they'd see some qualities of Ava and Sara in them for sure, plus i really want to see Sara's reaction too. it would be hilarious if Sara is like "she reminds me of my younger self- wait a damn minute".

This reminds me of another show that ended recently, i don't wanna mention it because its a huge spoiler ig. I ended up loving this character from the future and she was the perfect mix of her parents too. I would actually love it if we would see Avalance try and bond with her too. Probably would spend some quality time with Ava doing binders and rules lmao. Imagine if Evil Gideon's fake memories consists of being abandoned by her mums, maybe like they never have time for her or something and thats why shes rebellious and such, so then when Avalance connect the dots they're like "we would never abandon her, how is this possible??" and this is further confirmed as they bond. They eventually grow to love her. Plus how funny would it be to see Ava stress about two people now not just Sara cause Sara goes along with her shenanigans lmao. I kinda see her running around the ship twirling knives lmao.

Bonus: she flirts with other people her age (lowkey see her as a raging queer but-) from different time periods on missions like older seasons Sara and Sara is like "thats my girl!!" meanwhile Ava is like "stOP THAT1!!11!!! YOU WILL RUIN HISTORY!!1!!1 SARA DONT ENCOURAGE HER OH MY GOD"

YOOO YESSS I CAN TOTALLY SEE HER AS TAYLOR, SAME HAIR AND ALL AS EVIL SARA