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For all those skiing accidents Bruce gets into, he must have to actually go skiing a couple of times just for the press coverage.
And before he buys the Planet, Perry sends Clark out to do a piece on the skiing industry and hopefully get an interview with the walking safety hazard that is Bruce Wayne.
Or honestly, have them meet as civilians at any of Bruce’s extreme sport covers. Because galas are boring as fuck and I wanna see Brucie Wayne try and teach Clark Kent how to ski.
#batman#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#superbat#bruce trying to figure out how competent he needs to pretend to be at skiing#because all of the accidents happen in remote mountain ranges since no ski lodge would allow that sort of bad press that often#and he needs to be moderately competent in order to sell doing the high stakes skiing#but the whole point is that he often ends up in multiple casts so he’s gotta be somewhat accident prone#and then there’s clark from kansas who can fly but has more experience cross country skiing than downhill#and bruce entertains himself flirting with the reporter he knows had been at a couple of galas but always had a different story to cover#maybe the get snowed into the lodge and just end up playing chess or something and bruce can’t tell if he’d rather have his kids here#or is thankful they aren’t here to wait him fail so badly at flirting with the cute reporter#idk how to reveal their identities maybe they both get an emergency JL call but god let them meet somewhere not a gala
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Prompt List #2
Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever
if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank u!
Theres like 200 so be wary
Angst
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"
“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me."
" And I thought I loved you."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.”
54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”
162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.
Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own
#harry potter x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#ron weasley x reader#charlie weasley x reader#bill weasley x reader#ginny weasley x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#cedric diggory x reader#oliver wood x reader#luna lovegood x reader#sirius black x reader#severus snape x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#regulus black x reader#prompt list#hermione granger x reader#lily evans x reader
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A/N: No one asked for this but I really wanted to write some angsty fic...so this is the outcome of listening to Callum Scott and Conan Gray for three full days asfkasjk sorry this is the longest thing I’ve written Hope you like it!
Miya Atsumu x f!Reader
Summary: He was your best friend and she was perfect, but still you fell for him
Genre: angst, unrequited love
Warnings: self-doubt, insecurity, swearings
Now playing: Dancing On My Own, Heather
WC~2,6K
You should already be used to hear it, but every time Atsumu let out a booming laugh you couldn’t help staring at him with dreamy eyes.
“Oi, Y/N! Are you even listening to me?” his hazel eyes open, looking at you playfully.
“Yes, I’m hearing you, and no, it wasn’t as funny as you think” he frowns, pushing you from your chair almost making you fall if it wasn’t for his quick grip on your forearm, “You asshole!”
“Why so harsh on me today, sweetheart?”
Yo feel your stomach twist at the nickname, making Atsumu smile at the way your cheeks get a dark red.
“Because you were a total dick with those poor girls” he sighs, tired, stretching his arms behind his head, “You could’ve been nicer, you know?”
Biting your lip, you remember the teary eyes of those girls as they ran away sobbing after they had told him their love confession. Would you have the same luck if- No, no way you had a crush on him.
“They have a crush just on my looks, it’s annoying”, he spits, “Why do you care so much anyways?”
“I…-” he looks at you with curiosity as you carefully think your words, “-I guess I would feel horrible if I were them and confessed”
“Don’t tell me you have a crush on someone Y/N”
“Of course not, all of you ,men, are idiots”, he place his hand on his chest with a wounded look, making your eyes roll, a smile tickling your lips, “Now, hurry with your homework, you’re stealing my lunch time”
He reaches for his bag, taking out his lunch box to hand you the extra Onigiri he had. You smile fondly even if it is not the first time he brings you food during your study sessions.
He was your best friend, yet his gestures never failed to dazzle you.... Maybe you do have a crush on him.
///
You enter the gym with a tired look, a yawn slips pass your lips before sitting on the bleachers, you plug your earbuds and take out an unfinished assignment from your bag. The second years wave at you, Atsumu sticking his tongue out, you wave back before locking eyes with him and returning the gesture, making the setter grin.
The next time you lift your eyes from your work, you open them wide before taking off your earbuds to listen to the scene in front of you.
A girl wearing the team’s jacket enter the gym alongside the captain, making it feel as if the time stop. The team look at them in surprise as she bows.
“I’m eager to be your new manager! I used to play but-” she points at her wrist with a shy smile,” I got pretty bad injured so I hope I can be helpful here”, you advert Atsumu’s gaze, making your heart flinch a little.
“I’m Miya Atsumu, setter, I haven’t see ya around before” the girl looks at him with an eager look, leaning closer, a happy smile on her face as Atsumu stands still, the smirk on his face fades as she erases the gap between them. ‘The hell is she doing?’
“Oh, I know you! The star setter, guess what they say about you is truth-”, you wait for the usual compliments girls told him all the time, your lips curve up a little remembering Atsumu’s usual reaction at them, “-your serves are truly monstrous, your technique is impeccable”
His eyes glimmer with curiosity and you notice the light blush on his cheeks as he gives her his best smile. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve seen him flirting with girls, hooking up with one before getting another, but this…this was different.
You stand up before properly thinking what you are doing. You haven’t felt jealous before and you didn’t have the right for it, but an overwhelming despair sets the pace of your feet as they move towards them.
“I used to be a setter myself but-“
“Hey, Tsumu, see you after practice to finish our chemistry homework?” you peek your head between them, making the girl take a few steps back, a surprise look on her face. Atsumu looks at your innocent smile and blinks.
“Y/N, I told you not to call me that in practice-” he whispers to you, hiding it with a few coughs, “Uhmm, sure” the couch calls them and he waves at you before jogging off with the new manager to line up with the rest.
Your eyes linger on them a few more seconds, he laughs with her, making you furrow your eyebrows together, noticing just now, how beautiful she was.
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“You still look like crap”
“Shut up, Samu!
You stand between the twins near the main door of the cafeteria, watching Atsumu run his hand through his hair multiple times as he stares at his reflection on one of the windows ‘All that… for her?’
A voice that comes from behind you, makes Atsumu look over your shoulder with a nervousness you haven’t seen before.
“Tsum Tsum!”
He gasps at the sight of her, the short dress she is wearing frames her figure perfectly, and you can’t help to look at your own clothes wondering if you couldn’t have dressed more casually.
You remain silent as she reaches for his hair and ruffles it friendly, the display in front of you feels surreal, suddenly your limbs are numb and your eyes can’t seem to drift away from Atsumu’s happy smile as he grabs her wrist to kiss her hand.
“You look stunning”
“What a gentleman – Oh, hey ‘Samu and-“
“Y/N” the words come sharper than you intended, the girl just let out an innocent giggle
“I’m so sorry! I don’t get to see you a lot in school, you’re in the advanced classes, right?”
“Y/N is a genius, they wouldn’t allow me to play if it wasn’t for her”, Atsumu says pointing at you with pride while his other hand rests on the small of her back guiding her to your table. A lump forms on your throat, making it impossible for you to reply, you manage to pull an empty smile.
On the table you are silent as ever, nodding at all the conversations the second years try to include you in. Your mind is already far away, wondering all the possibilities that could happen if you were brave enough to confess right there, right now, but the sight in front of you snaps you to reality again.
Atsumu lips gets stained by some red sauce and before you can point it out, she licks her thumb before pressing it on his lips. His cheeks turn bright red and his jaw slightly slacks open.
“How is that you aren’t already dating? It’s been almost three months since you are all over each other” Suna casually says
Three months indeed, and she entered more and more in their small circle. But how could you stop it when she was just…so lovely?
Atsumu stayed until much later in practice but still you chatted together. Late night texts, becoming in late night calls to check up on each other.
‘I want to ask her out. Fuck, I want her so badly, but what if she rejects me, Y/N!’
‘Tsumu, you’re Japan’s top high school setter. Believe me, she won’t reject you’
Now you want to hit your head against the nearest wall, remembering your stupid words.
“Would you say yes if I ask you out?”
“I would say yes to more than that” the table falls dead silent at her words as if they waited for the next scene of a movie.
Suddenly Atsumu press his lips against hers with ferocity, she pulls the collar of his shirt, deepening the already heated kiss. You almost choke on your water, earning a concern look from Kita, you find yourself standing up violently before rushing to the restroom.
You close the door behind you before looking at yourself in the mirror, ‘I could have never competed with her’. You bite your lip, and shut your eyes tightly, your hands grasping both sides of the sink, you let your head fall forwards, eyes fixed on the white of the porcelain as they water.
“Y/N, are you okay?” you stiffen at the soft female voice coming from the other side of the door, “Do you need help?”, you let out an humorless laugh. ‘A sweetheart with everyone, huh?’
“I-I don’t feel good, it’ll better if I head home. Please tell the others, I had an emergency or something” your throat feels extremely dry all of sudden and your voice comes out shaky.
“Oh! I can take you home-“
“I’ll rather go alone! I don’t know if I’m sick and I’d hate to…infect you. Thank you, tho”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes”
“Okay…text me when you get home!”
When you hear the footsteps fading away, you wait a few more minutes to walk out the restroom, just to find Atsumu talking cheerfully, his eyes filled with adoration for her. He didn’t even look at your direction as you left the cafeteria, and in that very moment you realized he would never look at you that way.
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“Where is Y/N, I haven’t seen her in years?”
“I think she is tutoring some first years”
“Oh” Atsumu finds himself looking at your usual spot on the bleachers, he barely got to see or talk to you in the recent weeks.
You’ve been missing his calls on purpose. Since that dinner, you had to put all your energy to smile at him when he waved at you in the corridors as he held her hand. It had been almost a month of hearing him talking about how gracious she was and weeks of looking how they made out on the couch in the end of the library or against one of the gym’s walls.
You thought that if you put distance with him, you’ll manage to get over that soreness that felt heavy on your chest each time she made him laugh. But no matter how many extra classes you took or how many first years you tutored, your mind always came back to Inarizaki’s setter.
The sky was dark by the time you finished tutoring the last first year, he bowed at you and you gave him a brief smile before locking the classroom. You handled the keys to your teacher and walked out of the building.
The cold wind hit your face, making you shiver, you search for your jacket in your bag, finding only a scarf. Atsumu gave it to you. You haven’t used it in a while now, but the cold was too much to bear with for your thin uniform. You place the material carefully around your neck, caressing the fabric begore sighing, watching your breath fading into the air and start walking.
“Oi” his voice makes you turn instantly, and you catch him jogging to you, “It’s fucking cold out here!- Uh, you still have it?” he points at your neck with a cheeky grin.
Atsumu looks extremely handsome like this, a little pink on his nose and cheeks and the few lights highlight the hazel of his eyes. It makes you gulp before replying.
“Of course, I do. It was my first two-digit birthday!”, he laughs remembering the chaos you both made by that age, you smile a little before looking at him with concern, “What are you still doing here? Something happened?”
“No! I-I just wanted to walk home with you, like we used to” he looks at the ground and sighs, “I know you’re busy, but I missed ya” the words make your heart warm even when you can’t stop shivering, “You are freezing” he takes his volleyball jacket and place it over your shoulders
“No, I’m fine, really. You should-”
“Stubborn as always. What am I supposed to do with your freeze corpse?”, you huff, putting the jacket on as he starts walking.
“What about your girlfriend?”
“She already left, don’t worry she knows you’re my best friend, she won’t act bitchy at you” you just nod and start walking alongside the setter, not caring about the sting that ypu just felt in your heart.
The walk is long and awkward, Atsumu finally getting hit by the way your friendship had changed. Your brief answers and forced smiles make him more and more annoyed, becoming more silent with each minute.
You didn’t have the energy to keep up with his drollery, each time you looked at him you just felt the urge to be held by him and tell him the painful truth: You didn’t have a crush on him. No. You loved him.
“What is wrong with you?” he says, suddenly stopping.
“Excuse me- “
“If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, just say it! Jesus!”, his exasperated tone makes your eyes narrow, “-But don’t have me fooling around, worrying about you for almost a month” your mouth twitches downwards as you realize your indifference had hit a spot on his pride.
For a solid minute you don’t hear anything, you just stare at him with a flood of thoughts rushing through your head until you manage to pull one of them out into a dry whisper.
“We shouldn’t be friends anymore- “his clenched fists loosen, and he watches your lips carefully, “I can’t do it anymore – thought I could but…is too much”,
The crack of your voice makes you stop for second, giving you time to gain a little bit more of air before feeling again as if you were drowning.
“I can’t be friends with you anymore, because I want you!… The worst part is that she is so FUCKING perfect!” your arms move in the air letting out all the feelings you had bottled up.
“I thought I could brush away the feeling, but I realize – I love you, Atsumu” his mouth opens slightly not able to produce a sound as your arms fall to your sides, a tear streaming down your cheek.
You take his jacket off, the cold air embracing your body, but you can’t care less. He motions to you, but you lift your hand, stopping him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would it have changed anything?” his silence tells you all you needed, making your heart clench, “That – That’s what I though…It’s okay, really. I wouldn’t choose me either” your breath becomes irregular and you bite your lip, capturing a sob, “This is my fault, falling in love with you…If being friends makes you happy, I-I will do my best to be your friend, then”
Atsumu was usually selfish with the things he wanted and proud about the things he made but seeing you there, shivering with red eyes and swollen lips, made his heart ache.
And he couldn’t be less proud about the things he was about to say.
“You were right before. We shouldn’t be friends anymore. I do not want to deal with you being in love with me and my girlfriend”, you hiccup, fixing your sore eyes on his, “You made things so fucking complicated, it’s better to end this now”, he hiss, gritting his teeth, waiting for you to storm out.
But when he feels your cold lips on his cheek, he bites his bottom lip harshly.
“Sorry, I never meant-”, ‘To fall for you’, it takes all his will power to not envelope you in his arms, so he only turns his face away, hearing your sobs. He loved you but not the way you did. “-to mess us up”
You walk away quickly, tears running down your cheeks as you press your hand firmly against your lips, drowning the uncontrollable sobs. Atsumu stands there watching you disappear into the coldness of the night, shutting his eyes tightly, understanding, he had lost his best friend.
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Supergirl Season 2 episode 8 Medusa review part 2
If your curious part 1 was just my breakdown of Kara and Mon-els relationship that got way too long. But as always SPOILERS AND GAY THOUGHTS AHEAD
Me and kel get so excited when Lenas in an episode. Like practically giddy. I can’t help smiling when shes on screen honestly. And yes Katie McGrath is beautiful, but beyond that such a pretty smile and lovely voice. I’m sure ratings started to spike when she joined the cast. Okay enough about pretty girls on to the review
Tipsy fucking Alex though guys I can’t get over this mess of a person.
Alex: if I have to come out to my mom then I choose to do it drunk
Kara: no your not *yoinks beer*
Alex: wait no my coming out juice
Kara Danvers sneaky sneaker extraordinaire can totally interview Lena and find out Cadmus things without anyone knowing. The confidence this goofball has is top tier
Underrated relationship: Alex and Winn though. I really really love Winn and honestly Alex is such big sister energy to both him and Kara.
wow Lenas pretty in the interview scene. A touch of auburn hair from the sunlight really makes this shot and we never get to see her with her hair down. Fan service honestly, or maybe she heard a certain beef cake reporter was gonna come by and wanted to dazzel her.
Lena: hair up is for business. Hair down is for flirting friendship time with Kara
Poor baby thinks she falls short nooooo. Your doing your best godamn your only like 25 jesus. Kara give her a hug she needs love and affection
Kara thinks shes being so sneaky in this interview. Such a golden retriever, bad at sneakin. As soon as she toes the line Lena catches on and kicks her out. Really good acting in the scene, the subtle change in expression to show Lenas guard raising. Good job Katie.
Real quick Lena why is your office so ugly? How do you keep it clean? You spend 99% of your days in this place and its whiter than a hospital room. I hate it. Why is your desk an oval? and why does it have a hole in it? Kara cant eat you out in secret anymore damn.
OOHHHhhhh noooo the fucking gas bomb in the bar what the fuck. EVERYBODIES DEAD JESUS WHAT WAS THAT
Poor Mon-el. What happened at the bar was fucked up, and he feels like its fault when its obviously not.
Love that he and Kara are having bro time playing some Monopoly. Oh no not Kara asking if he likes her. Honestly thought these two had good chemistry in this scene. Im a sucker for dumbass not understanding certain words and phrases. So Kara having to reiterate her questions and finally being like “You don’t want to mate with me do you?” was super fun. Omegaverse vibes mfs. Although I am confused by mon-els reaction “I mean have you seen the kind of women I’ve been attracting?” I honestly don’t know what this means.
Kara internal reaction though: Oh thank god
Wow Kara really just has no regard for her own life, huh? she just opens the door and possibly contaminates herself. It’s good to want to help people, but love you gotta care about yourself too
Good reveal with the fortress of solitude. Oof Kara gonna feel like its her fault all those aliens died and mon-els sick. They do a really good job of showing Karas relationship with her parents through their holograms. She wants so badly to see them again, to talk to them. And she can, but not really. They just aren’t real.
Lena cattily to her mother: im used to celebrating holiday weekends alone at my desk
me to Kara: please invite her to thanksgiving
Okay so Lena being adopted is another interesting parallel to Kara. Also the fact that both Kara and Lena fall into there families shadows, and are left behhind or forgotten. Really interesting how Lena and Karas relationship is so similar to Clark and Lex’s for obvious purposes. Though the CW queer coding the fuck out of their relationship in Smallville really only adds to Supercorp fever. Its always been Homoerotic subtext Harold!
Me watching Lena and Lillian trade verbal blows: Wow ya’lls relationship is fucked up. Lex and Lionelle would spar and fence but you two are on another level jesus
oooooof that last line.
Lena: I know your lying
Lillian: and how could you possibly know that?
Lena: because you told me you loved me. And we both know thats not true
Who wrote this jesus fuck my heart. The PAIN.
Bonus thought Lena thinks Karas smart. Goofball beefcake sneaky sneakster who doesnt know the difference between flirting and friendship is smart she thinks. I love these idiots
Wow Kara just doesn’t wait huh? Oh cadmus is going to be at LCorp? Not on my watch. Lena’s there. I know this because I tune into her heart beat just to check on her cus she likes to work late. Don’t worry Alex it’s for friendship reasons.
That LCorp security guard got princess carried for .2 seconds. Best moment of his life.
God its like dark out. Lenas working on a holiday weekend into the night. I hate this, give her friends.
Lena looks so scared when Kara gets thrown into the giant LCorp sign
And then hurt Kara looking up at her with dread.
Kara internal: fuck don’t come out now. I came here to save you
God I love the protectiveness. Its *chefs kiss*. Hank throwing the beam at Lena and Kara even in her hurt state throwing herself in front of it. Sometimes self sacrifice is gay. But how Lena looks at her after wards like “I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe she chose to save me”. Met with a gruff “Get out of here!”. mm yes this is my kind of content. Fight for me.
I was robbed an aftercare scene but I doubt it will be the last time. (*COUGHS* the “im leaving” phone call *COUGHS*)
Talking about the virus Eliza: what about Lena Luthor?
Kara: What about her?! (super defensive is also a super power maam)
Winn: Luthors can be pretty good actors
Kara: No, I looked into LENAS EYES. She doesn’t know anything about cadmus or her mother
J’onzz: Would you stake Mon-els life on that?
well I guess that really puts Lena and Mon-el right next to each other in priorities huh? Which one is more important?
Wow Lena totally has a crush on Supergirl after that. Flustered dork.
Lena: *laughs nervously* you know that doors not really an entrance
Kara: *upsettit stone face pupper*
Lena: :,)
Okay but the way Lena just says “Anything” all breathless and helpful when Kara says she needs her help. Shes crushin hard
Kara tells Lena her mother is in charge of Cadmus.
Lena: >:(
Annnd the crush is dead. That did not last long. Really love that Lena has such a different relationship with Kara vs Supergirl though, good dynamic having her reactions so different. Which I believe actually relates as a Clark and Lois parallel? Seeing as how Lois has two separate relationships with Clark and Superman.
OOf the way Lenas throat bobs with genuine sadness because who she thought Supergirl was is wrong. Shes just like the rest of them. Thinks Lena is just another crazy Luthor. It hurts
Kara: I know what its like to be disillusioned by our parents, but Im a pretty good judge of character, and you are not like your mother. She is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path. Be your own Hero.
Wow just what a good line. They are capable of some things here and there arent they? Melissa's delivery on this is excellent. And the way Katie McGrath is able to show such depth of sadness and bitterness even from a shot of her BACK is really cool. Great acting in this scene in particular. And I can see why the “desperation to be good” is such a highlighted part of these two relationship. Its the one thing in common between Lena and Supergirl, the place where they can meet in the middle. And the way Lena looks after her as she leaves! AHHH thats the good shit, the pining
Okay big Mon-el scene in coming so if you dont want to hear my ranting skip over this part.
Funny how as soon as Kara has this big impactful scene with Lena full of tension and emotion the writers were like: shit we almost forgot Mon-els dying.
Kara: *staring sadly back into Lenas office kind of wanting to go back in*
Writers: *cough cough* KARA He’s DYINGGGG
Kara: Oh shit right. Mon-el Oh no. My *looks at poorly written handwriting on her palm* romantic interest?
Wow Mon-el looks like shit, poor guy. Someone swaddle this pillow princess and get him some soup.
Heres a question. Kara is visibly upset that Mon-el is dying. Is it because she’s sad that the guy shes likes is dying. Because her friend is dying? Because her father created the virus thats killing him (what the writers want us to think)? Or because no matter what Kara does the people she loves keep falling through the cracks and shes helpless to stop it?
Her parents. Clark. Her adoptive father. Now Lena. Now Mon-el. Why can’t she ever do anything? Why is it always her fault? This poor kid has some deep seeded abandonment issues
Mon-el: you know you look beautiful with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulders.
I do remember my reaction here, cus I thought this was a weird line. A line that was obviously meant to be romantic and complimentary, but it felt unsettled in my stomach. Coming back and watching the scene it sits even more uncomfortably there. He obviously means well, but this line is kind of just shitty. Its a very selfish and unthoughtful thing to say to someone.
Kara’s entire fucking life has revolved around other people and making sure they are happy and taken care of. But having “failed” at such a young age to do the impossible things asked of her (carrying on Kryptons legacy, raising Clark) she overcompensates. Any normal person would just make their life revolve around their family and friends, not healthy but it works. But Kara feels responsibility over an entire world of lost people and lives. So the amount she overcompensates is ungodly. She does have the weight of worlds on her shoulders. This is not a joke or hyperbole. Its just her life. And thats so fucking shitty. And to have someone actually see that and acknowledge it. To make it a reality so to speak. Then to have them say “yeah you look good like this” while you’re a shaking Atlas being crushed. It is just a little too much isn’t it? That pain to have someone see you finally, and then completely miss the point. For them to go “oh wow your so strong. your so brave” instead of “let me help you. you shouldn’t have to do this at all, forget by yourself. But now I am here”.
I imagine this was the scene that crowned my darling himbo boy Mon-Hell? Which is so unfortunate. I hope Im wrong, but I feel that his character might just end up a big missed opportunity
I want everyone to know that me and Kel screamed through the entire enxt few seconds of the scene. We knew the kiss was coming from how they were building it up. But god was it painful, especially for it to be delivered after a line like THAT. But yeah very loud angry screaming
Also not to be that bitch but Kara and Mon-els scene was a total of 1:53 RT, and Kara and Lenas ran at a 1:57 RT. Just sayin...
No Lena don’t be evil thats too sexy...
Okay but the way that Lena just tricks Lillian is so good. Shes so clever. And added bonus she makes her ask for her help, which is nice actually. Lillian's obvious vice is weakness and that is often shown in embarrassment. A woman like this asking for help borders that line of weakness and its nice to see on such a dislikable character. Lena didn’t just get what she wanted she got a point over her mother.
Lena looks good in the purple coat. Repeat she is pretty
Love the mental chess game between Lena and Lillian. Lena offering help right off the bat and giving her the isotope free of charge. And then Lillian making Lena launch the virus to prove herself. Good stuff.
Kara appears: don’t do it Lena!
Lena: why not? im a luthor
Okay so obviously Lena switched the Isotope and the Virus won’t work. But thats what makes this line so perfect. Throwing it back in Supergirls face. Like “Yeah, Im a luthor. And Ill show you what im capable of.” But instead of mass death and destruction Lena saves the day. She saved thousands of lives, and its because shes a Luthor that she was able to do that. Really nice way to full circle that
Wow Lillian really just starts booking it without Lena, huh? bitch
I really love the scene of the virus falling all around National City. The choice of an orangish snow falling was a really really good one. Paired with some excellent music for the mid season finale.
Its sad but I do love Hank just being ready and at peace with death. Im sure he misses his wife and daughters.
Okay but Lena calling the cops is tea. Send your mom to jail honey.
So we’re really not gonna talk about how Lena saved everyones asses? Like don’t you think Supergirl would want to talk to the woman that A) kind of tricked her, and B) saved National City. Thats just what makes sense??? But no we’re going to ignore that the DEO is a kind of shit at their job sometimes. And that the woman that they were accusing of having a part to play in all the xenophobic shit is the one who did their job. BY HER SELF.
Okay rant over. This was a long one review dear god. Really really good episode though. I enjoyed rewatching all the scenes even if it was a mixed bag of feelings. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed all the screaming!
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mcu xover: jar of hearts 3/?
Oh yes, my MCU x Twilight crossover is still happening.
And this chapter may even reference the MCU directly. SHOCKING.
Seriously, I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been writing a lot, across a lot of different fics and this one slid to the back of the queue. Also, I wrote myself into a corner and needed to get out again.
And yes, we’re inching closer to joining up the MCU. These things take time, but it’ll happen.
part two here
roadtrip.
They’re almost in Arizona when Charlie calls to find out where the fuck Seth Clearwater is, because apparently he’s been tangling up his story all over town - he’s told anyone on the Res who asks that he’s staying with Charlie. He’s told Charlie that he’s staying with Colin or Brady.
Alice scowls at Seth through the rearview mirror and begins to weave a tale of being told Seth had permission to join them to go see their cousins - in between lecturing Seth about setting them up for a kidnapping charge across state lines.
By the end of the conversation, Charlie’s trying not to snigger at Alice’s increasingly indignant rant at Seth, at law breaking in general, and at fucking son-of-a-bitch moron drivers, sweet Jesus. Emmett and Seth are howling at Alice’s cussing and even Charlie is a little bit shocked at her language (later, when the boys are picking on her about it, she rolls her eyes, looks over the top of her heart-shaped sunglasses, and reminds them both - quite primly - that she married a goddamned soldier.)
Seth’s favourite part of the whole ordeal is that Alice isn’t even driving.
But Charlie clears Seth accompanying them, so that’s one less problem. Of course, it means his Jeep stinks of human food, and that they have to stop, but they still make good time up to Alaska.
It’s a hard drive to make - closer to the cities and urban, abandoned cars have been moved off the road. But in the rural areas, cars are still scattered, seemingly abandoned or crashed. Most of the bodies have been removed, thankfully. But still, only most. And it’s been weeks - months - since it happened, so those bodies aren’t in good condition.
And not all of them are adults.
They start out burying the people they find (well, Emmett and Alice do - they both insist Seth stay in the damn car), but then only the children.
Then they just stop because they are both tired of handling rotting bodies who never should have died, let alone forgotten on the side of a long, empty stretch of highway. The graves they’ve already dug haven’t got markers or anything. Just a hole on the side of the road.
It doesn’t feel like enough.
The house in Denali feels wrong before they even get out of the car. The house has always had a sense of otherness, thanks to the fact that it’s the permanent residence of immortals. But right now, it feels more forgotten, lesser in a way.
Tanya’s walking out the front door the second the car pulls up, and she looks old. Tired and strained, and she walks straight into the hug Alice offers.
Seth gapes at the house - the enormous glass-and-wood lodge, tucked carefully in the wilderness where it is mostly forgotten. It might be on a map somewhere, might be noted down in some database, but it is mostly overlooked, a sanctuary in the middle of nowhere.
There’s not really much for them to say or do in Alaska, Emmett realises; Carmen and Tanya are more than capable enough to manage on their own.
Except… Carmen looks like a ghost. She looks disorientated and disinterested, and there’s a part of Emmett that is cold and dead that is perversely fascinated with all the different ways there are to fall apart after the loss of a mate. He’s walking around like a hollowed-out old man, Alice is… not quite there, a little unbalanced.
Sometimes he wonders if Rosalie should have stayed, should have taken his place instead. He would have given it to her, without question. Rose only deserved good things, easy things.
But then he wonders. If living through it all really was easy or good. It doesn’t feel like it, most days. It’s a heavy weight in his chest and a constant feeling of leaving something behind (he’s got one of her hair ties around his wrist; it’s dumb but he always had one on him just in case - at school, when they went hunting, everywhere; he’s also got one of her shirts in his bag. It won’t smell right, being crammed in with his stuff, but he brought it anyway).
Rose wouldn’t have been happy in this world. She wouldn’t have known what to do with Alice or Seth. She would have been angry at the disruption to her life. She would have been afraid and lonely and lashed out at everyone.
No, not good and easy at all.
Then he wonders how Jasper would have faired, without Alice, and that is a grim, grizzly train of thought. Thanos would have begged for death, if Alice had been taken and Jasper left behind. He’s only ever seen a glimpse of the monster behind the man over the decades since Jasper and Alice joined the family, and it’s enough to think that perhaps nature intervened and tried to protect everyone from what Jasper would become without Alice.
They stay in Alaska for two days; Tanya and Carmen are ill-at-ease with Seth, even after they explain who he is.
“But,” Tanya had frowned, “why is he with you?”
He didn’t have an answer for that.
Because Seth was… he was Other, like the Cullens. He understood what it was like to be special and expect to be strong enough to survive and to save; to be beyond the reach of petty mortal shit. He was a fucking kid, who’d lost his family, his friends, and most of his community. Fuck, at this rate, he’d lost his childhood too. He was the natural leader of what remained of the pack, and he’d done something fairly smart - looked for adult guidance.
A shame that the only thing he could find in its place was him and Alice. If someone had ranked his family by ‘best choice to care for a teenage boy’ he, Alice, and Jasper would have been dead last. Edward would have ranked higher.
(It still feels weird to think or talk about Alice without adding ‘and Jasper’. Like he’s mispronouncing a word.)
But it is what it is, and Seth’s still clocking more hours doing online school than online games on the laptop Alice gave him, plus there’s a bunch of food in the back of the Jeep, so they aren’t failing too badly.
Seth turns red when Tanya smiles at him, and Alice banishes him to a guest room, loudly forbidding any imprinting for the next decade, and that just means Emmett has to explain imprinting to Carmen and Tanya, and Alice has to read the riot act to Tanya about not flirting with the fourteen-year-old boy upstairs and it almost feels like old times.
They go hunting whilst Seth is asleep, and it’s obvious that nothing is the same. So much of the forest surrounding the house is just… gone. Empty, as if there was never trees looming over them, underbrush to push through. There are less animals to track and hunt, no excuse to be picky.
It was probably the same around Forks, truthfully, except there was that cloud of grief and horror surrounding him and Alice when they hunted - that was where Edward stumbled and fell. That was where Jasper couldn’t run any longer.
That was where he heard Alice scream when Rosie disintegrated.
In the harsh light of day, the situation feels much bleaker, much bigger outside of the insular forests of the Olympic Peninsula.
They don’t see a single bear.
He’s not entirely sure why they’ve come to Alaska, except he sees Carmen and Alice go off together, finds them sitting quietly together talking. On one hand, he wishes that he could sit with them; that he lost Rose just like they lost Jasper and Eleazer, but on the other hand, he doesn’t want to be a part of that particular club. Doesn’t have words left to comfort Carmen. Most of his platitudes have started sounding hollow.
Alice vanishes one morning, and leaves him to help Seth with school work, and he grimly realises they have nearly four more years of this until Seth graduates. But things will be different before then; they’ll be back in Forks and Seth can ask paid professionals to explain algebra to him.
When Alice returns, it’s time to go - she’s been off in the wilderness, trying to See around Seth, and deciding to go off on her own is, apparently, the best way.
“Call us if you need anything,” Tanya says, pulling all three of them into crushing hugs, and if Seth turns red and tries to look down Tanya’s top, Alice pretends not to notice.
“Where are you headed next?” Carmen asks, as Seth climbs in the back, clutching an energy drink they’re all going to regret.
Alice smiles. But it’s the wrong kind of smile; it’s sharp and sinister and looks wrong on her face. A Cheshire Cat smile, a Joker smile, and Emmett wonders if after all these years together, if Jasper’s reactive violence hasn’t bled into his wife a little.
“We’re going to Mexico.”
—
The trip to Mexico can be described as long.
If the Jeep wasn’t Rosalie’s last gift to him, then they probably could have run there faster, even with Seth in tow. But there won’t be anymore perfectly modified cars ever again, so he’s staying with the Jeep.
Alice gives up the passenger seat once they make it through to Alberta, apologetic that Seth’s been crammed in the backseat. But then Alice starts muttering to herself, tapping away on her phone, and seems distracted and irritated when Emmett tries to get her attention.
He can’t make out what she’s saying at all, it’s just an irregular hum, and he wonders if she’s having more of her one-sided conversations with Jasper.
The trip takes a week, winding through landlocked states. It shouldn’t take so long except everything is in chaos; they lose an entire afternoon carefully shifting some abandoned cars off the road to get the Jeep through in the middle of backwoods Montana. They spend hours waiting for gas every time they stop. And Seth might be a mystical shapeshifter, but he needs a proper bed, and hot food, and human moments; they have varying success at finding all three, but they try, and Seth is nothing if not agreeable and grateful for even the smallest attempt at making him comfortable.
They find an abandoned farm in Wyoming and they let Seth transform and run for a few hours at dusk, sitting on the front of the Jeep in silence until it’s dark enough for them to hunt, as well.
It feels like the world has ended, some days, and they are the only ones left - to him, at least. Maybe that’s why Alice is talking to herself - it’s the only sensible answer she’ll get.
Some towns are empty; no one for miles. The information that filters through the internet mentions people heading to the cities, to the larger towns, because the population is too small to keep so many different settlements functioning. There’s no money or survival if you’ve lost your entire farm, if the hospital or the school is unmanned.
And Emmett wonders if he’s been cured of human blood for good now he’s seen so much of it spilt, stale and rotting, on the backroads of the country. It feels like everything smells just a little bit like decomposition right now. He’s not sure if that’s him or if that’s everything.
And they get closer to Mexico.
—
They arrive just as the day turns to night, and he expects… he’s not sure what he expects, honestly. Maybe setting up in the motel they’ve found, that Alice has declared a safe distance from any of Maria’s plotting, and getting Seth some fresh food - he hasn’t complained, but even Emmett’s tired of the pre-packaged, long-life crap.
Instead, Alice slips from the car, clad in jeans and a leather jacket, tucking her phone in her back pocket.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” she says, like she’s going alone.
“What?” Seth looks suspiciously at the pair of them, and it’s only later that he realises the kid is terrified of being left behind. That he’ll cling to their belt loops with his dying breath. His mom left, his sister left, his friends and pack left, and he took a chance on leaving everything else that was left to stick with them.
That makes Emmett feel guilty for no reason he can name.
“I can’t see with you around me,” Alice says gently. “It’s a simple clean-up job, it won’t take long.”
Seth frowns and looks at Emmett.
“You aren’t doing this alone, Alice. Even if we wait in the car,” he says with finality. This isn’t going to be an argument, because there’s nothing to argue about. He’s not letting Alice roam around in a city full of uncontrolled newborns, no matter how talented she is.
Alice scowls. “I know what I’m doing, Emmett,” her voice is sharp, and she never likes reminding them of how long she was alone before she found Jasper; what the family knows about those years is quite vague and patchwork - as far as Alice is concerned, nothing important happened before she met Jasper, as if she popped into being on a diner stool just in time.
Rose always suspected Alice’s real story was very lonely, very frightening, but no one asks when she so obviously doesn’t want to talk about it. He knows what it costs for her to bring it up now.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting my only sister go newborn hunting alone,” Emmett says, and Alice sighs and nods - her visions have gone dark, obviously this is not a battle she can win.
Emmett ends up wishing that he and Seth had stayed behind.
Alice is like a laser, zeroing on her targets with a single-minded intensity. He hears that hum faintly, of her talking to herself and he wants to ask her what she’s saying, what thoughts are so important she needs to say them almost out loud but he doesn’t get a chance.
The first one of Maria’s abandoned acolytes is a girl around seventeen with matted black hair and a dress that Emmett mistakes for some kind of lace at first, except it’s the remnants of dozens of meals dried across the front of her, ripples of dried, stale blood that have solidified into a repulsive black and red mass.
She snarls at them, her face bloody, and the pale form of a man beneath her. Alice just walks up to her and backhands her with a crack that makes Seth jump; Emmett flinches but he’d never admit it.
The newborn snaps at Alice, and in one movement, the girl is pinned to the brick wall behind them, cracks spiralling up her neck from Alice’s tight grip.
“Who the hell are you?” the girl snaps in Spanish and Alice says nothing, just rips her head off by her neck, the screech sounding deafening so close. Moments later, her body is in pieces in a dumpster, along with her victim, and Alice has set the entire thing alight, her face blank.
Emmett makes a decision then, to leave Seth in a brightly lit burger place with a promise he’ll be back in one hour because this is nothing a kid should see.
And he’s so, so glad that he made that choice. Alice’s hunt is something that will be burned into his brain for the rest of his life.
The next newborn is a middle-aged male who reminds Emmett of his English lit teacher back at Forks, right down to the salt and pepper streaks in his hair and the slightly off-centre nose. He’s the worst of the night, Emmett silently decides, as he guards his hunt - a family of five that he’s only half-finished. The father is extremely, viscerally dead and there’s no putting him back together; the mother is choking and struggling for a breath that her torn throat will never give her as she bleeds out; the baby in her arms is long dead with its head taken up by a gaping wound. There are two young girls, clinging to each other in terror, and there is no way this ends well.
The newborn obviously thinks Emmett is more of a threat than petite little Alice, practically frothing at the mouth as Emmett approaches him, and grabs at one of the children. It all happens in seconds - the girls scream, there is a crunch of bone and more screaming, the rich scent of fresh blood, another crunch of bone and muscle, and then the newborn’s head is half-torn away before Alice can get better leverage and finish the job. The dead child dangles from his grip, bent the wrong way; her sister has her head half caved in, and the mother still chokes on her own blood. It all happens so fast.
He should have stayed with Seth.
He lets Alice handle the rest of them - she’s located six of Maria’s surviving nine, and after the family, she takes them down swiftly and wordlessly, just a diminutive blur and the sound of tearing metal.
The sweet smoke clings to them as they make their way back to Seth, Alice’s head down.
“I thought,” she began and just shook her head. And he reached out to squeeze her shoulder.
She thought it would be closure, would feel like an ending or an achievement. That there would be some peace in ending Maria’s life’s work. Instead, she’s just the same, but with blood on her boots and a tear in her jeans. The newborns barely got an opportunity to fight back, to give her the pound of flesh she was looking for.
Seth is waiting for them in the window of the store, a broad grin on his face when he spots them. Back to the motel for the night, now. And then tomorrow…
“So,” he says finally. “What now?”
#twilight fic#alice cullen#emmett cullen#seth clearweater#mcu crossover#my fic: jar of hearts#marvel#mcu fic#why yes we did need a twilight x mcu crossover#it felt necessary
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Amends
(Bruce Wayne x Reader)
A Bruce Wayne One Shot
Genre: Fluff
Request by: @tealaquinn. Thank you so much.
Author’s Note: This was quite an interesting request. Truthfully it was kinda challenging for me but I hope I did it enough justice. Enjoy!
Soundtrack: “Tongue” by Maribou State (lyrics in italics, and between the **xx**)
“Master Wayne!”
The elderly, yet controlled voice of Alfred Pennyworth echoed from the brick walls, to their rocky counterparts, ringing against the running waterfall that was set against the cavern beside the underground section of Wayne Manor. Taking a few steps further, the seasoned Butler of the Wayne family finally laid eyes on the one he was searching for. The one who perched beside his computers in his simple t-shirt and shorts, while his eyes remained glued on to the screen.
“Master Wayne…” Alfred repeated, in a softer voice. “Not now Alfred…” Bruce Wayne replied with urgency, giving no consideration to pass a glance. “He’s right, Alfred. He seems very busy right now”
Eyes, hands parted from the keyboard in lightning speed, anyone would have assumed they caught on fire. Turning his head, Bruce got up from his chair, in the style akin to a child’s upon seeing Christmas presents early. For only one voice managed to do that to him: Yours.
Standing next to Alfred, you leaned against one of the brick walls with your arms folded and your lips curled up into a smile.
“Y/N!” Bruce breathed. Your smile grew bigger. “Hey Bruce…” you said affectionately.
A part of you badly wished you knew him longer, just so you could proudly shout out, “Yes, we were friends since childhood” or “Yes, I’ve known this man since University”. But it was truly unfortunate that you could not. You were simply “someone he was seeing…” , and that was the actual truth. Running into each other one fateful day at a Yacht party wouldn’t necessarily be the perfect meet cute but, the both of you were equally grateful to be there, for he managed to save you from a night of boredom, and you were relieved to hear that you did the same for him as well. Intellectually and empathetically compatible in an instant, it did not take that long for the eccentric billionaire to ask you out. Typically, you wouldn’t care to be seen with people like him. But he was different for sure. And you did not regret saying yes, for every date you was simply a window of opportunity for real conversation, to actually dig into each other’s lives with genuine curiosity and care. If anyone ever looked at the two of you, hoping to see an eager gold digger trying to tame his heart with her body, they would embarrassingly look away, for they were sourly mistaken. For it seemed like two friends, passionately conversing with occasional flirts every now and then.
“May I… take your coat, Ms. Y/L/N?” Alfred finally inquired, making you look down at your long trench coat.
“Oh…” you chuckled, nodding “..Thank you” allowing him to peel it off your frame, revealing the Silver Spaghetti strapped dress that reached up to your knees. Paired with silver high heels and simple, classy jewelry adorning your wrists necklace and ears, your long shiny hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Given Bruce’s reaction, you knew you’ve done a good job. Walking away with a knowing smile on his face, Alfred left the two of you alone.
“As much as I appreciate the impromptu visit, what brings you here?” Bruce asked, eyes never leaving you as you took steps towards him. With eyes widened and hands on your hips, you scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?” You said, “Kathleen Gray’s fundraiser was tonight. I just came from that” you said, showing your outfit as you did so. “Wait! That was tonight?…” Bruce asked, to which you nodded in acknowledgement, “Huh…” he said to himself in realization.,“You know, for some reason I assumed you wouldn’t come…” he said, while offering you his own seat by the computer.
“Well, since Wayne Enterprises donated a ton of money, I assumed you would…” you replied in an instant, taking the seat nodding in thanks. The moment you sat down, the moment you stared at the computer screen, you could figure out the reason for his absence tonight, “But… that’s all done now…” you said quietly. You wondered if he could sense the remorse in your tone. You felt guilt in the tip of your tongue.
“You look beautiful, you know” You smiled, turning in your seat upon hearing Bruce’s comment. Every time he’d see you, he would never fail to say that. But every time he did, it felt like the first time, for it was different every time. As if he saw something differently beautiful every single time. It was never obligatory. He really meant it and you appreciated it.
“Yeah well…” you began, looking down at your outfit, “ it looked much better with the whole pretentious lighting” you said, as both of you chuckled together.
“Trust me, it looks great here too” Bruce quickly added for it escaped his lips so fast, making you slightly blush. Clearing his throat, he continued “How was the event?”
“Oh you know the usual…a whole load of ass kissing and then dinner and dancing” you said, getting up and sitting on the side of the table, offering him the seat, “Would have been less sufferable with you around…” gesturing him to sit again, “So thats why I’m here…to be a little cross with you for not coming” you added with a mocked British accent. Sitting down, Bruce chuckled again.
“Well please accept my apologies…” he said, to which you shook your head playfully.
“Nuh huh…that won’t do Wayne, I rejected to dance with at least dozen gentlemen tonight cause I wanted to dance with you first…” you pouted teasingly.
“You didn’t have to…” “Oh…But I did…”
“In that case, what can I do to make it up to you?” He surprised you by taking your hand. You didn’t know why but, for some reason, the way he looked at you, and the way he held your hand, made you feel at peace for a moment. A kind of peace you never felt before. Blinking it away, you chuckled.
“Well…maybe your powerful friend can help” you said, with a mischievous smile. “And how exactly?…”
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Bruce Wayne was never hesitant to make amends with a grand gesture, be it an expensive dinner or an expensive gift. All expensive.
But letting you ride the Bat-pod? Certainly unexpected.
The impressively stylized two wheeled machine darted from the secret exit of Wayne Manor, just making it on the suburban road nearby in the late hours past midnight.
“I still insist you change” Bruce said loudly, as he sat behind you. Sporting leather jacket and jeans, he looked worriedly at you, especially when you literally had taken the wheel in your evening attire. With your dress hiked up high enough, your entire legs and thighs were exposed to the midnight air.
“It’s fine…” You replied casually, with your eyes on the road, “Why? Are you distracted?” You asked, adding a smug tone, for he could not see your face. “Best if I don’t say anything” He replied, making you laugh, “Are you okay with the controls-Whoa!” He exclaimed as you increased the speed for a second, making it jerk. “I’m good, Wayne!” You replied in assurance. “Yes, clearly”
Taking in a deep breath, you soaked in what you indulged. The tall, majestic trees, embellishing the sides of the lonely road, passed within seconds as the cool wind blew through you. It was chilly, yes. But the heat caused by your excitement within was enough to protect you.
“Ah…this is perfect” you yelled out, “You know what we should have? Some-” “-music?” Bruce finished the sentence for you, “Way ahead of you” he said, taking your phone out from his jacket. You smiled to yourself. Clearly this man knew you just as you knew him. “Just put it on shuffle…”
As soon as the music began to play, you knew what it was, and it never felt more perfect.
The way the electronica melody started off slow, blending in with the pluck of the cello strings as the melody naturally picked up speed to it’s original rhythm. The way the haunting voices harmonized and paired with the rhythmic bass. Filling both pairs of your ears, before the female lead vocal made her entrance:
**No light when I ask you, that's a shame**
Smiles were all that you had, as the song continued:
**No high better than you, easy**
Did not matter how many times you’ve listened to this song, you simply could never get enough of it.
**I'm tripping over my own tongue, Lie! Desire, like an illness, chokes me You lit me up so smoke me oh
You made it so obvious ….that you’re not in love You never gave a damn bout us… 'cause you're not in love**
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Bruce’s voice landed on your ears, suddenly interrupting the hypnotic musical chorus. Your eyes widened.
“You kidding me? Hell yes!” You said excitedly, “I mean…why should you have all the fun?” You added teasingly, making him chuckle. “Someone’s been jealous!” “Guilty…”
**No time to regret this, what we've done**
Your sight was suddenly disrupted slightly by a huge strand of hair that landed on your face. Shaking your head frantically, you attempted your hardest to toss it back.
**Still I second guess it, cold feet**
You felt like a downright idiot doing so, until Bruce came into your air, lightly brushing it away from your face.
**I'm tripping over my own tongue Lie! **
His fingers, they tickled your skin, awakening it as they brushed against it. “Thanks…” you said, looking at him involuntarily. “Eyes on the Road, kid…” he said, quickly putting both his hands over yours as he took control. “Right…” red in the face, you looked straight ahead.
**Love has been and gone and now I'm numb**
For a man who found it hard to put his trust on others except a very few, he placed his trust in you faster than expected. And you did not exploit it. You were patient with him, even those moments when he suddenly ‘had to leave’ for ‘an emergency’, you were certain you’ll find out the reason why in due time. And surely enough, you clutched your chest in surprise when Bruce Wayne showed up at your window one night, except he was The Dark Knight, thus revealing his secret. Shocked you were yes, yet the only way you could think of responding was to embrace him, interrupting his apology for concealing all this time. And tonight, when you stared into that computer screen, when your eyes wandered over those scars he bore in secret, you were reminded again of that guilt you felt in your tongue.
“Bruce I…” you began, taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry about earlier…” you said, as you felt him look at you confusingly.
You continued, “I should know better…You’re out there…here…doing something more important…than going to a stupid black tie event. I mean, you’re literally trying to save this city. I guess I was being selfish… just wanted a reason to…spent some quality time with you”
**You made it so obvious ….that you’re not in love You never gave a damn bout us… 'cause you're not in love**
The volume you spoke in was soft, yet you wished he heard you.
“Well…” you finally heard him reply, “I’m glad you did” Sighing with relief, your eyes widened once again.
“Whoa! Look at that!”
Jaw dropped, you gazed at the view of Gotham that was finally was within your sights. An entirely daring side to you emerged when the roads changed from country suburban to the metropolitan. Empty streets awaited Bat-pod, welcoming it to ride freely and wipe the night time solitude away. The interlude played right on time as the bass took a rest, and those haunting voices returned:
**Rolling… down… into the wildest dream**
It was so quiet all the sudden, with just a beautiful vocalise floating over your ears. Like a calm before a storm, something brewed inside you. Your eyes were illuminated by the lights that shone ahead. And then the repeated melody grew louder, syncopating with the lights that shone from the buildings down to the street, increasing the adrenaline within you, giving you a rush. They kept alit as the voices kept singing:
**Rolling…. down… into the wildest dream**
You felt invincibility coursing through you.
**You sent my soul… downstream**
Taking a chance, you slowly increased the speed of the bike, making the lights that passed increase in speed alongside you. Funny how it perfectly paired up with the hypnotic musical chorus that began once again. The rhythm syncopated with your sense of excitement and increase of your heartbeat. Laughing with pure ecstasy, you screamed victoriously in celebration of a freedom you never knew you could posses.
Sneakily, you stole a glance of Bruce across your shoulder, giving him a smile. A smile that could be translated in a million ways. And that’s when he saw it.
A woman of capability, pure bad assery, shining from exterior to a degree she shone from within as well. All from pure euphoria.
“Wow…” he muttered under his breath, “Holy Shit…”
The moment he said it, the moment those words caressed your ears, you suddenly felt his heart beating evidently faster against your back. And you swore your own rhythm changed into matching his.
**You made it so obvious...**
You felt the presence of his hand a little bit more than usual. And how you liked the fact it still stayed on top of yours. It made you feel warm, warmer than the excitement that brewed within you.
**You made it so obvious ….that you’re not in love**
Funny, you would have never imagined an evening filled with an adrenaline high could finally convince the both of you to come to terms with what really brewed between the two of you.
**You never gave a damn bout us… 'cause you're not in love**
And just like that, you couldn’t really relate to the words you just heard, for they were quite ironic.
For the feelings were quite the opposite, and most definitely mutual.
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If you go and ask Jeongguk how he feels about you...
Word Count: 3,919
Credits: Credit to my ex-flatmate, who helped me write some of the angsty stuff and some of the Tae fluff
Disclaimers: This is part (36) of a Choose Your Own Ending!
Check at the end for glossary of Korean terms*
Start here:
“Jeongguk,” you say to him later in his room, “I need to speak to you.” You’re sitting on his bed with him opposite you, your legs folded to the side. The room is dark and illuminated only by the light on his bedside table.
“Do we have to?” he purrs, pouting. He gives you a light kiss, lingering slightly, biting your lip. It takes everything in your power to place a hand on his chest and push him an inch away. “Yes,” you tell him.
He plants the messiest kiss on your lips, clearly wanting to initiate the usual. You respond, moving your lips against his, before pulling back and saying, “We still have to.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. But he leans back against the headboard and clasps his fingers together, placing them on his stomach. He smiles at you sweetly, expectantly, waiting for what you have to share.
“How do you feel about me, Jeongguk?” you ask fearfully.
“I like you,” he answers plainly, “You’re a good person.” You wait for a follow-up to that, but all he does is take the silence as a go-ahead to continue what he initially intended. In one smooth movement, your faces are centimetres apart and he starts kissing you again, with more urgency than before. But you don’t let it continue as long as you did earlier, and you lean back slightly to break it off.
His shoulders slump again at the second failed attempt, and his eyes search yours. It’s obvious he has no idea what you’re getting at.
“Look, I- I think I might be in love with you,” you rush in a slight panic.
“Oh,” he says, sitting back. He looks away, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Do you like me like that?” you ask faintly, hoping for the best. Your heart beats loud and unevenly in your chest, praying with all its might that he feels the same way. You want him so badly to love you back that your heart threatens to seize up.
“No,” he says softly, “I’m sorry, Noona.”
You almost reel backwards with the pain, though you had the good sense to prepare yourself for this outcome. He’s young, he’s a popstar, and you knew that this was a possibility. And yet there you were last night, worrying you were taking advantage of him. Somehow none of that makes it hurt any less. Your heart falls into your stomach and your head spins. Adrenaline runs through your veins, yet somehow you feel drained simultaneously. It hurts in places you never thought could hurt, so you get up and take a deep breath, your eyes latched onto his.
He’s looking at you in surprise. You clear your throat, “Okay um...” You look around, trying to find a way to remove yourself from the situation, “I guess I should go.”
“I don’t get it,” he says, giving you a look of incredulity, “Didn’t you say last night we had to stay all professional cos we have to work together?”
He’s right, of course. You don’t want to admit it, but you have to - at least to yourself. The problem is that you’ve invested too much already, and now that you’ve actually consummated your flirting, you’ve gone and fallen for him, like an idiot. You’ve built this whole thing up in your head to mean more than it evidently ever did for him, despite his cutesy act, the chasing, even the begging.
You swallow the small lump in your throat. “I thought…”
“Noona, did you think I was like...falling for you?” he asks, cocking his head to one side. It doesn’t help that he’s rarely looked so innocent.
When you don’t answer, his eyes widen in surprise. He scoffs and let out a little laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Noona...” he states slowly, “I was just having fun. I thought that was kinda obvious.”
He seemed so smitten, so loving before this - all the flirting, pleading, the extra attention - that you want to swear to him that it has to mean something to him. But it obviously doesn’t. You remain unmoving, trying to put the pieces together. Your eyes start to tear up and something clicks within him as he notices.
He combs his fingers through his hair casually and says, with mild irritation “So you’re going to act like this is my fault?”
That grabs your attention. “What?”
“It’s not my fault if you assumed I was looking for anything serious,” he shrugs, looking you straight in the eyes, “I never said anything like that. I never said anything period.”
“Except several variations of ‘fuck me’, right?” you mock him, now growing angry. Your tears have a heat to them, stinging you as you angrily stare him down.
“I was just having fun!” he raises his voice and his palms in defense. “How was I supposed to know that you expected some fucking fairytale?”
“So that’s all I am to you,” you state, “a brief amount of ‘fun’.”
“I didn’t say that,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. You’re my noona and you work with us.”
“Didn’t think dick sucking was part of my job,” you point out, in a biting tone.
He groans in frustration and yells “You seriously can’t blame me for this!” He pouts, rolling his eyes again. Then, with a more bored tone, “Are we done then? Cos this has seriously killed my hard-on.”
Obviously you have to call Mai immediately. You leave Jeongguk to stew about his lack of a convenient lay, and head out to the living room.
“Unnie?” she answers, sounding sleepy.
“Did I wake you?” you check.
“Not really,” she yawns. “You know me - always up for a nap. But I’m awake. What’s up?” You tell her briefly what happened with Jeongguk, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice. She picks up on it anyway.
“Do you want me to come over?” she asks.
“Aren’t you in Yoongi’s room?” you check, surprised. She yawns again.
“Went home. He was getting intense at me again,” she verbally shrugs.
“No, it’s okay,” you decide. “Maybe tomorrow though? If that’s okay? If things are okay with you and Yoongi I mean.”
“Yeah that’s fine. We’re fine. He’s recording tomorrow anyway, I think,” she ponders. “Either way. He won’t mind if we just hang out for a bit.”
“Thanks,” you sigh, hanging up. A door opens somewhere in the house and you stiffen, not wanting to deal with anything else tonight. You hear footsteps and Tae wanders out, headed for the kitchen in a pair of satin pyjama pants that almost exactly match his hair-colour. And nothing else. He freezes when he notices you, then glances down at his own bare chest, obviously self-conscious.
“Tae?” you greet him, your voice trembling.
“Noona? Are you okay?” he asks, stepping closer and, in his concern, seemingly forgetting he’s half-naked. You shake your head and he closes the distance between you swiftly, sitting by you on the couch.
“I...asked him…” You can’t continue, turning your head away to hide the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“Take it you didn’t like the answer?” he whispers gently, taking you in his arms and stroking your back soothingly. It’s impossible to ignore the feel of his warm skin against yours, as you’re still only wearing a bra, following your aborted encounter with Jeongguk. When you eventually pull away a little, his dark eyes are watching you intensely. You swallow, suddenly realising with full force how beautiful he is. You can’t quite place the look he’s giving you though. His lips are less than a breath from yours and you’re finding it hard to breathe.
“Tae?” you whisper.
“Uh-huh?” he returns, blushing and avoiding your eyes. You grab his face in your hands and kiss him hard. He yelps in surprise, but then kisses you back, his hands coming up to cup your chin, his lips softer and not as perfectly sculpted as Jeongguk’s, which makes you choke back a sob. He stops kissing you, looking guilty.
“Jwesonghapnida,” he murmurs, bowing his head slightly.
“Don’t be,” you sniff. “I mean I jumped you, didn’t I? Why are you sorry?”
“No, I mean I’m sorry because...No. It’s not the right time,” he corrects himself, almost under his breath.
“No seriously. What is it, Tae-Tae?” you prompt him gently. “Are you okay?”
“I just...I don’t like the way he talks about you,” he mutters. “You know how I said earlier that sometimes he tells me stuff? Well…” he pauses, trying to formulate the right words. “It makes me feel dirty when he talks about you like that,” he finishes, sounding wretched. Your blood goes cold.
“Like what?” you ask, between clenched teeth. You’re not mad at poor Tae, but you’re dreading his reply. He blushes, avoiding your eyes.
“I kinda don’t want to say,” he evades.
“Please Tae. I’d rather know,” you tell him. He sighs deeply.
“Fine. He told me he ‘nailed’ you last night and then he said you were a good lay and had a mouth like a hoover.” He cringes visibly at your widened eyes, like he’s hurt you himself. “I’m so sorry, Noona.”
“He’s...very young Tae,” you manage, your voice faint. “He was just having fun.”
“He’s not that much younger than me. But...you really care for him, don’t you? I mean you still do - even now.” Tae looks utterly miserable, and you’re not so sure it’s all just because Jeongguk needs to wash his mouth out with soap.
“That’s not all is it?” you ask him. He shrugs.
“I just don’t like that kind of locker-room talk thing,” he murmurs vaguely. Even though the situation is far from funny, you half-smile at his statement. It’s such an understatement that classy Taehyung might take exception to trashy sex talk. You kiss him lightly on the forehead, thank him and head to your room to cry it all out.
You try to keep to yourself the next day as much as possible, whilst still getting on with your usual tasks and being civil to the boys. Nonetheless, you’re still more than a little shocked when Jeongguk sidles up to you when you’re sending a few emails on your phone, leans into your neck and asks if you want him to fuck you later. ‘Just for fun’ [he lays a lot of emphasis on the last word]. Like seriously?! After yesterday’s little performance? You look at him like he’s mental, but he decides to ignore the hint, looks pointedly down your top and purrs “C’mon, Noona. You’re not still mad are you?”
“Are you serious Jeongguk?” You choke on your drink. “No!”
“No you’re not mad?” he checks, cocky.
“No I will not go to bed with you,” you hiss, hating yourself a little because despite everything you still desperately want him in your arms again.
“Doesn’t have to be a bed…” he cajoles, obviously suffering from a lack of female attention over the past 24 hours.
“Aigo, leave her alone Jeongguk!” You hadn’t even seen Tae sitting on the couch, and you’re assuming Jeongguk wouldn’t have tried what he just tried if he had seen Tae there either. You and Jeongguk both look over at the sound of his voice, and you can see that Tae’s reached the end of his patience.
Jeongguk takes a step back away from you and sneers at Tae on his way out of the room. Tae gets up off the couch in a huff and you try to speak to him, but he walks out in the other direction.
For a day or two, you worry about Tae’s reaction to Jeongguk’s advances, and the way he exited the room doesn’t help. But about a week later, Tae comes over to you while you’re putting your shoes on by the door and asks you to go to dinner with him.
“If you want,” he hurriedly says. “You can say no.”
“Relax, I’d love to.” You smile at him.
“Great,” he says, his boxy smile growing on his features, “Is tomorrow night okay?”
“Tomorrow is perfect.”
‘Tomorrow’ rolls around and you’re in your bedroom with Mai, trying to decide what to wear.
“It’s Tae,” she reasons absentmindedly, scanning my bookshelves. “You know it’s going to be fancy.”
“We’ve established that,” you remind her, digging around in your wardrobe, “and so that fact is currently of no help to me. Like at all.”
“Halter-neck red dress, with your matching stilettoes,” she answers. “A necklace, or two. I don’t know.”
“Better, thank you,” you say, pulling the garments out. You put them on excitedly, genuinely curious for the night ahead. “Do you think it’s too soon?”
“Do I think what’s too soon?” she replies.
“The date, after… the Jeongguk thing.”
She shrugs, “No. Tae seems to be okay with it. And if you’re both okay with it, shouldn’t be a problem.” She smiles at you encouragingly. “Tae is good - to you and for you.”
Unsurprisingly, Tae is the perfect gentleman. He opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, and dinner is, all-in-all, wonderful. The food is great, the ambience buzzing, and Tae’s laugh by candlelight warms your heart. He listens to you talk with his hand on his chin, giving you his full attention.
Tae tells you detailed stories of him growing up in Geochang with his younger siblings, taking saxophone lessons and his childhood dreams of becoming a professional singer. A life making and appreciating art is truly what he’s always dreamed about, and he considers himself lucky to be able to live it. He’s young and multitalented; and sage, yet not precocious. You notice his deep gratefulness for the opportunity in how hard he works, and how humble he is.
Your conversation continues all the way home and into the flat, yet he doesn’t ever address how he feels, or why his mood has changed over the past week or two, which kills you a little bit, but Tae’s always played his cards close to the chest. He walks you to your bedroom door, which is a cute touch, then pauses, looking down and scuffing the floor with the toe of his shiny black dress shoe with his hands entwined behind his back.
“Annyonghi jumusipssio,” he murmurs, shy again now you’re at this point of the evening. The other boys don’t seem to be around, but you’re never sure when they’re going to materialise, so you ask him if he wants to come in your room and chat for a bit longer. He swallows, risks a glance at your eyes, then nods slowly allowing a tiny smile to cross his lips. You usher him inside and offer him a seat on the chair by your make-up table, as he seems too nervous to sit on the bed.
“Tae, sweetheart. Take off your jacket,” you laugh. “Get comfortable. You know me right? I’m not going to bite.” He stands and does as he’s asked, but then looks around automatically for a coat-hanger.
“Oh sorry doll,” you realise, grabbing him one from your closet and hanging his beautifully-tailored jacket on the door of your closet for him.
“Did you just call me a doll?” he asks, giving you a curious look.
“Uh-huh,” you admit, waiting to see if he catches on.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” he ventures. You nod.
“Very,” you tell him, closing the distance between you.
“What about Jeongguk?” he asks, hesitant. You shrug.
“What about him? I fell for him hard,” you allow, “but he hurt me. A lot. You’re kind. And you’re kind to me.” He smiles and looks at the floor.
“Can I ask you something?” you whisper. He nods.
“What were you going to tell me the other day when you said it wasn’t the time then? I mean maybe it’s the time now?”
He looks at you curiously, then turns his back on you and places his hands on your make-up table seemingly to steady himself. After a moment he speaks, his voice deep and carefully modulated:
“I’ve been in love with you since you started working for us. But I wanted to wait and see if you might be interested in me that way. Only, instead I watched you fall for Jeongguk. You didn’t even seem to realise at first, and he had no idea. But I did. I saw how you watched him, how you always did little extra things for him, let him get away with stuff nobody else could. He never heard ‘no’ from your lips.”
You don’t say anything as you can’t really deny the truth of anything he’s said. You feel rotten as you’d always thought you did your best to treat the boys equally, but Tae’s exposed you to yourself.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur. He waves the apology away and continues:
“So anyway, when he decided he needed a new plaything [he cringes at the word] he straight up told me and Jimin that he was going to see if he could ‘tap that’ as he put it. I was heartbroken when I watched you sneak off to his room. That’s why I overplayed the whole frat boy thing, pretending it was funny when I so badly wanted to tell you he was just using you. And then last week you finally said ‘no’ to him and he just stood there trying to manipulate that ‘no’ into another ‘yes.’ So I had to say something.” He spreads his hands in a ‘that’s it’ gesture and turns back around looking awkward.
You take him in your arms and he doesn’t object. Instead you feel his arms come up around you and he leans down to kiss you softly, but there’s a hint of something else under the softness that makes you tingle with anticipation.
“Let’s go in your room,” you suggest, aware that he probably doesn’t want to end up in the bed where Jeongguk has been playing his games. You’re not expecting him to take you up on the offer, assuming he’ll want to keep the evening classy. But he gives you a very suggestive wink and says ‘algesseo.’
Once you’re safely in his bedroom, all his hesitation disappears. He gives you a cheeky look and starts to unbutton his shirt. You reach out to stroke his chest and he closes his eyes and sighs, placing his hand over yours to bring it up to his heart. It’s pounding in his chest and you draw closer to kiss him again. He laughs softly, turns you about and undoes your dress, kissing the back of your neck as he slides it down to your waist. He leaves your strapless bra on and turns you back to face him, kissing you more deeply. You wriggle out of the bottom part of your dress so you’re only in your heels and lingerie, then move to unclasp your bra and step out of your shoes, but he stops you with a hand on your wrist: “Don’t,” he grins. “I like you in this. It’s sexy.” He takes his own shoes and socks off so he’s barefoot, and then leads you across to his bed where he sits on the edge and stands you in front of him.
You take the hint and sit on his lap, with your legs straddling him. He slides his fingers under the suspender straps running up your thighs and kisses you until you’re breathless. You drop your hands down to his lap and unbutton the flies on his fancy black dress pants, trying not to blush as you feel his hardness under the material. Wow. Not to be vulgar, but that’s quite a weapon he’s got down there. You let him tweak your knickers to the side, under cover of his kisses. He grabs you around the waist, forcefully but not roughly, and lifts you just high enough, angling his chin upwards so he can kiss you as he holds you above him. You take a deep breath and lower yourself onto his erection and he groans with pleasure as he slides all the way up inside you.
“Oh my God Tae,” you gasp. You move yourself up and down on him, trying to keep in rhythm with his hip movements. It hurts a little, but in the good way. After a while, he flips you both over so that you’re lying on his bed and he’s thrusting into you from above. You wrap your legs all the way up around his waist, locking your ankles and lacing your fingers together behind his neck. He transfers his kisses to your throat and you feel his hands running the length of your sides as he continues to fuck you to distraction. Right now, there’s nothing sexier to you than that baritone of his reduced to the fractured moans and sighs of sexual abandon.
He sits up, forcing you to readjust to accommodate him, then lifts his hands to unclasp your bra, slips it off and cups your breasts in his hands, biting his lip coquettishly. You loose your hair so it falls down over your shoulders and lean down to kiss him again. He pulls you back down against him, so your breasts are pressed to his chest and speeds up his thrusts until you feel the telltale tingling and realise you’re about to finish. He doesn’t show any signs of slowing down though.
“Tae, slow down. I think I’m about to cum,” you manage.
“It’s okay...So am I…” he pants, not amending his pace. You try to hold it in but the orgasm floods you, making your toes curl with the giddy sensation. Tae keeps it up for a few more minutes, then gives a grunt of effort and pulls out just in time, discreetly cupping the end of his dick with one hand to catch the majority of his escaping jizz. You both clean yourselves up and you slip your dress back on and your shoes off, preparing to sneak back to your room. Tae kisses you passionately, thanks you, and asks if it’s okay with you to wait a bit and then try another date. He wants to keep things special. You agree to his plan, smile warmly at him, thank him for dinner, and slip out into the main part of the apartment.
Needless to say you’re not too thrilled to find Jeongguk sneaking a lollipop on his way back from the kitchen. You freeze and Tae, who is still closing the door behind you looks stricken. Jeongguk removes the lollipop from his mouth and smirks at Tae, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Thought you were above all this sex and sneaking girls out of your room shit, Tae-hyung,” he provokes him. Tae isn’t about to let the maknae get the better of him:
“How’re those blue balls Jeongguk?” he snaps back almost immediately. You sigh.
“Come on guys - you’re not going to be one of those bands that let girl stuff get in the way of their bond are you?” you plead. “Can’t we just let it go and skip to the part where we’re all laughing about this?” Tae grins and Jeongguk picks it up.
“Yeah I guess it’s a bit overdramatic,” the younger boy allows. They shake hands and you all return to your own rooms in a better state of mind than you’ve been over the past month or so.
THE END
Glossary: (feel free to submit corrections for these ^.^)
Annyonghi jumusipssio (안녕히 주무십시오) = Good night
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Do You Like Sushi?
Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader
Words: 2600+
Author's Note: I got this idea after looking at this picture and I love it. It's so cute and I hope you guys enjoy it 🖤
"Wait, why are you setting me up?" I ask Ashton as the two of us stand in the line at Alfred's. "I don't need to be set up. I'm capable enough to go on a date with someone on my own."
Ashton lets out a laugh before running his hands through his red hair. "Because I know someone who is perfect for you. Just let me do this, please?" He asks and I narrow my eyes at him, trying to see through him before letting out a quiet sigh.
"Fine. I'll let you do this… once. If it fails, no more trying to set me up. Okay??" I tell him and he nods his head, a string of giggles coming from his mouth. "Uhm, so, who is it?"
"Nuh-uh, you'll figure that our Friday night," he mentions while wagging his finger. A groan leaves my lips as he steps up to the counter, giving the barista mine and his order.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out, seeing a text from Luke. A smile comes to my lips as I open it. A picture of him cuddling Petunia loads in and the smile on my face widens, silently aweing at the two of them.
"You two are so adorable, but where are my cuddles?!"
I sent the text to Luke, biting my lip as Ashton claps his hands in front of my face. "Hey! Y/N! Are you listening?" He calls out and I jump a bit, looking up at the red-haired man.
"Uh… No?" I mumble and Ashton bursts out laughing. My cheeks flush a bit, clearing my throat as my phone vibrates in my hand once more.
"Well, if you got your cute ass over here I'd cuddle you."
My heart thumps in my chest as I read the text over and over. "Who are you even talking to?" Ash asks, snapping me from my thoughts once again. I look up to see his hazel looking at my phone. I press the screen against my chest before locking the device and putting it back into my pocket. "Oh," he drags on and glances at me, a smirk on his lips, "we're flirting with Lukey boy."
"N-No, I'm not!" I defend, letting out a scoff before taking my drink from his hands.
"Oh, yes you are. I bet you're gonna tell me right now that you have to go so you can cuddle him," he states and I stare at him with my lips parted, surprised he can see right through me. "Am I wrong?"
I love my lips, trying to form a sentence of some kind. "I-I-Well… no?" I mumble with a blush on my cheeks.
Ashton chuckles and shakes his head. "Fine, fine. Go ahead. I'll allow you to dip on our weekly coffee run once," he giggles and holds up a finger.
A smile comes to my lips as I thank him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before heading towards the door. "Thanks, Ash! See you later!"
"Don't forget about your date on Friday!" He yells after you and the smile on your face falls as you walked out the door, totally forgetting about that.
By the time I reached Luke's house, my mind was just racing with the thoughts of the blind date Ashton set me on. The blonde-haired cutie answers the door, a large grin on his lips.
"Hi, sweets!" He greets before pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his torso, tightly hugging him as his arms are resting upon my shoulders.
"Hi, Lukey," I whisper and bury my face into his chest. Luke's chest vibrates as he chuckles softly, pulling away from me before leading me into his bedroom.
Petunia lays on the edge of the bed, her tail wagging as she sees me. I make baby noises, rushing towards her and give her a hug. I can hear her pant into my ear as I scratch up and down her back. Luke lays on his side of the bed, a small grunt leaving his lips before he mumbles my name.
"I thought you wanted to cuddle me," he states and I chuckle, pulling myself away from Petunia. I crawl onto his large bed, laying down beside him as his hands come into contact with my sides.
"I do. Doesn't mean I don't want to give my girl love," I giggle and Luke lazily grins down at me.
"Your girl?"
A blush covers my cheeks and I move my lips to form some type of words but nothing comes out. "Eh- you know what I mean!" I stutter and hit his chest, muttering under my breath, "dickhead."
Luke lets out a laugh and wraps his arms around me, practically pulling me on top of his body. "It's okay. She can be your girl too," he tells me before nuzzling his face into my neck.
I run the tips of my fingers against his arm, taking in the moment as I'm basically laying on top of him. "You're adorable," I giggle and rest my head on his pillow, inhaling his scent that's embedded into it.
"Nah. You're the adorable one."
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"Ashton," I call out as I stare into my closet, not having a single damn clue what to wear on this blind date.
His footsteps are heard before the door to my bedroom opens. Ashton peaks his head into the room and I look over at him. "Yeah? What's up?" He asks and I let out a huff of breath, slapping my hands against my legs.
"I have no fucking idea what to wear to this date. Like, where are we going? Is it fancy?" I question him and he opens the door more, stepping into the room.
Ashton walks over to the closet, looking through your clothes as I cross my arms over my chest. "It's not really fancy. It's your favorite sushi restaurant," he mentions and I chuckle.
"Sushi Park? Oh hell yeah. At least I know the food will be good if the date turns bad," I mumble and Ashton gives me a look.
"How do you know it's gonna be bad. You don't even know who the guy is," he mentions and it was my turn to give him a look while reaching for the sweater dress I owned.
"Since when do blind dates go well?" I ask him before pressing the dress to my body. "How's this?"
Ashton glances down my body, nodding his head before moving some of the hanging clothes out of his way so he can reach the shoes. "Just trust me okay? It's not gonna go badly," he mutters and I nod my head, even though he's not looking at me. He grabs my black ankle boots, handing them to me. "Wear those black tights you have a well. In case it gets chilly."
I nod my head again, setting the dress onto the bed and head to my dresser. Ashton leaves the room so I can get dressed and I grab my tights before sitting on the edge of the mattress. I stand in front of the long mirror that hangs on the back of my door, admiring the outfit I was wearing as a small smile comes to my lips.
"Oh!" I pipe up, going into the closet to grab the leather jacket I had in there. I pull it off the hanger, sliding my arms into the holes before tugging it onto my shoulders. "There," I state and turn to the side, admiring the addition, "now it looks complete."
I step out of the bedroom and Ashton picks his head up from his phone, his hazel eyes widening. "Wow, Y/N/N! You look stunning!" He compliments and I smile, a blush covering my cheeks.
"You think he would like it?" I ask, referring to the guy I'm meeting up with.
"Oh, for sure," Ashton hums and I nod my head. I look at my phone, seeing the picture of Luke and I. I frown a bit, swallowing thickly before placing it into the pocket of the jacket. “C’mon, I’ll drop you off.”
The whole ride to the restaurant I couldn’t help but stare out the windshield, tangling my fingers together in a nervous mess. “Is this a good idea?” I suddenly ask, glancing towards the red-haired man and his eyes danced towards me for a quick second.
“What do you mean “is this a good idea”? Of course it is. Look, I know blind dates aren’t anyone’s favorite thing in the world but I swear to you that you’ll enjoy this one. I know you like the back of my hand, know your likes and dislikes, your type on guys,” he informs me and I let out a sigh, sitting back in the seat. “Unless there’s someone else that I don’t know about.”
I snap my head towards him, feeling my cheeks heat up and shake my head vigorously. “No, no, there isn’t. I just, I don’t know, feel-”
“You feel like you’re betraying Luke?” Ashton cuts me off and I swallow thickly, shrugging my shoulders. The car comes to a stop in front of the restaurant, my eyes looking towards the cute building. “Go on this date for an hour. If you don’t like it send me a text and I’ll pick you up.”
“Okay,” I mumble quietly and unbuckle my seatbelt before grabbing my purse. I open the door and step out of Ashton’s black vehicle, feeling my heart pounding against my chest. I can hear Ashton drive off and I take a quick glance, watching the sleek vehicle drive down the streets of LA. I take a deep breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before walking towards the door of the sushi restaurant.
Luke’s POV
I’ve been sitting at this table for almost a half an hour, playing with the napkin on the table as the waiter comes around for the fourth time. “Are you ready to order yet?” He asks as there was a hint of annoyance in his voice and I let out a huff, glancing up at the man.
“No. I told you that I’m waiting for someone. They should be here any minute,” I inform him and the guy mumbles incoherently before walking off. I heard the door open, the small bell at the top of the door going off, and I snap my head towards it. My breath hitches in my throat as Y/N walks through the door, my leather jacket I leaned her a while ago sitting on top of her shoulders. Wait what is she doing here?
I kept my eyes on her as she spoke to the hostess, taking a look at the outfit she was wearing. She looks stunning… The hostess pointed towards me and my eyes widen, her eyes following the woman’s line of sight and her eyes met mine. I awkwardly wave to her and I can see the pink covering her cheeks. Y/N says one more thing to the hostess before walking my way. I wipe my hands onto my jeans, getting a bit nervous to find out why she’s here. Is she meeting up with someone?
“Luke? What are you doing here?” She asks me and I swallow thickly as she rests her hands on the chair across from me.
“I, uh, Ashton set me up with someone,” I inform her and her eyes widened a bit, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “What are you doing here?”
“A-Ashton also set me up with someone,” she whispers and my heart pounds into my chest, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I fish it out quickly, looking down at it to see a text from Ashton.
You’re welcome. ;)
I look back up to see Y/N also looking at her phone, the blush on her cheeks more prominent. “So, uh, you hungry?” I ask her, feeling my cheeks heat up and she ends up giggling before pressing her lips together.
“Starving.”
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Y/N’s POV
My heart was still fluttering in my chest now that I know Ashton had set Luke and me up. I lean my chin against the palm of my hand, biting my lip as I listen to him ramble on about the time he and the boys almost got kicked out of a sushi place in Japan. The two of us were waiting for our food and I watch as Luke fiddles with his rings.
“Sorry,” he apologizes and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, “I’m apologizing for talking a lot. I’m just… a bit nervous.” The curly-haired blonde laughs and drags his teeth across his bottom lip, something he does when he’s nervous. “I didn’t expect to be on a date with you right now and have you still be here?”
I giggle as he ends his sentence like a question, his eyebrows narrowing slightly. I lick my lips, reaching my hand out to grab his, gaining the attention of the blue-eyed beauty. “Luke, I’m gonna be honest with you… I almost didn’t come on this date because of you,” I start and he looks at me as it was his turn to wear a confused look on his face. “I like you, a lot. I’ve had a crush on you for quite some time and I just didn’t feel right going on a date with someone else.”
Luke squeezes my hand, a breath leaving his pink lips and I can feel my stomach swimming with nerves. “Holy shit,” he mumbles and lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to it. “I like you too, Y/N/N, so fucking much. Why do you think I cuddle you constantly?”
“Cause I give good cuddles?” I giggle and shrug my shoulders, a blush covering my cheeks.
“I mean, yes, that’s a reason. The other being that I’m practically in love with you,” he confesses and my breath hitches in my throat. Luke’s eyes widen at the realization of what he said settles in. He begins to move his lips to speak and I cut him off before he gets the chance to.
“I’m in love with you too, Lukey,” I tell him and his lips part slightly as I interlace our fingers together. Our moment was cut short as our waiter appeared with our food and he clears his throat, making the two of us glance up at him.
I pull away from Luke as the man sets our food in front of us, not saying anything else before leaving. I look back to the blonde and he just shakes his head, mumbling that he’d tell me later. He grabs the white spoon they provide with the soups, about to dive in before I stop him.
“Hold on,” I pipe up and his eyes met mine as I reach for my phone, “can I take a picture of you? To document this?” I ask him and he chuckles before nodding his head.
A smile comes to my lips as I open the camera app, pointing it at the curly blonde. He grins like a kid who just got what he wanted for Christmas, dimples indenting in his cheek even though his scruff covers it a bit. I snap the photo, smiling down at my phone as I look over the picture. “How does it look?” Luke asks and I pick my head up, nodding.
“You’re so cute.”
I can hear Luke chuckling as I looked back down at the device, setting up an Instagram post on my private account. I write the caption quickly before posting it, smiling at it once more before putting my phone away, giving Luke my complete attention.
@itsy/nbish: On a first date with this fool( @lukehemmings )… and I can’t thank @ashtonirwin enough for blindly setting both of us up.
@ashtonirwin commented: I couldn’t stand the two of you be lovey-dovey without doing anything about it anymore. You’re welcome… again.
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Episode 22: The One with ANOTHER Other Moonlit Rooftop Scene
WE’RE ON A ROOF, GREAT START!
THERE’S MOONLIGHT, GREAT START!
BC WE ALL KNOW THAT THE BEST THINGS HAPPEN ON MOONLIT ROOFTOPS (except for that one time that we’re not gonna talk about rn bc it’ll give me the Sads)
OUR BOYS ARE SITTING TOGETHER ON A ROOF IN QINGHE
TOGETHER!! ON A ROOF!! IN THE MOONLIGHT!!!
WE LOVE ROOFS AND MOONLIGHT IN THIS FANDOM
Wwx: does this seem familiar to you? Weren’t we chilling on a roof like this together back in the cloud recesses during Ancient Fantasy China summer school?
And lwj is like, no, we were fighting with swords and stuff
Wwx: right, right, you caught me breaking curfew!
HE LAUGHS, REMINISCING. HE LAUGHS!!
Wwx: too bad there’s no emperor’s smile
Get help wwx, problems are not solved with copious amounts of wine
Oh god, and he just slouches back on the roof, leaning on his elbows and SPREADING HIS LEGS LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN
WWX WHAT ARE YOU DOING
MAKING YOURSELF LOOK ALL ENTICING LIKE THAT
And lwj has an iron will apparently bc he’s still sitting upright in a meditation pose
Oooh, now they’re going to have a Serious conversation
Lwj: things change. How could it be the same as before?
And wwx gives him this sad little smile
Wwx: lan zhan, thank you
Lwj: for what?
Wwx: thank you for not telling shijie
And then HE SMILES AT LWJ
SINCERELY. THAT’S A SINCERE SMILE ON HIS FACE
Like, okay, it’s not as big and bright as his usual sunshine smile BUT IT’S STILL THE HAPPIEST SMILE HE’S DIRECTED AT LWJ SINCE THE BURIAL MOUNDS
Ofc lwj goes and ruins the mood (why does he keep doing this)
Lwj: these tricks harm your body and mind as well
Wwx: i know, but i’m not using wicked tricks, i learned CRAFTY tricks
Lwj: crafty tricks?
Lwj’s tone changes here! It has a hopeful edge to it rather than the solemn note it carried before. THINGS ARE LOOKING UP, GUYS
Wwx: that’s what i learned in that sunless dingy place for three months
ah, guess i spoke too soon...wwx gets this faraway look on his face like he’s back in that awful place anD IT MAKES ME SO SAD
Wwx: anyway, i have to thank you for Lan clan’s Temperament Technique bc my crafty tricks require
HE USED LAN CLAN TEACHINGS TO DEVELOP HIS NEW CULTIVATION
LAN CLAN!!
LAN!!!!
EVEN AT HIS LOWEST, HE STILL CLUNG TO LAN WANGJI. LAN WANGJI STILL WAS ABLE TO HELP HIM EVEN THO HE WASN’T THERE
AHHHHHHHHH
And lwj is just watching him here, yearningly like always
Wwx: with my bamboo flute, everything can be controlled~! *twirls the demon flute*
But lwj is not gonna be distracted by his fancy flute twirling here
Lwj: do crafty tricks rely on the spirit?
Wwx nods in response
~Their Song~ starts playing in the background (the flute version of it, even!!)
Lwj: mastering it by mind is like taking a grain of rice from a fire. If not done carefully you risk falling into demonic cultivation. The consequences will be unimaginable
Okay, 1) pretty sure that’s the longest string of sentences lwj has made in the entire show so far, so kudos to you lwj. You used your words!! I’m so proud!!
And 2) THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE UNIMAGINABLE?? LWJ DOES NOT WANT TO IMAGINE THOSE CONSEQUENCES FOR WEI YING. HE DOESN’T WANT TO THINK OF HIM SUFFERING THAT WAY. BC HE LOVES HIM
Wwx: i know. Lan zhan, i understand your concern.
OUR BOYS OUR COMMUNICATING.
LOOK AT THEM!!
COMMUNICATING ALL OVER EACH OTHER!!!!
THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER
And here wwx does HIS LITTLE SCOUT’S HONOR THING AND HIS VOICE PICKS UP A CHIPPER TONE AND IT’S SO CUTE AND SO REMINISCENT OF BEFORE
Wwx: i, wei ying, promise you that i will never degenerate into demonic cultivation
STOP MAKING PROMISES YOU WON’T KEEP WWX
Wwx: do you believe me?
Lwj nods
AND OH, THE SMILE WWX HAS IN RESPONSE
IT’S ALMOST LIKE BEFORE
ALL OF THIS IS ALMOST LIKE BEFORE
Now wwx does a little floaty jump thing off of the roof (it doesn’t look ridiculous for once!! It actually looks pretty neat here!!) and starts to walk away
Lwj elegantly stands up (still on the roof!!) and says “Let me help you.”
Wwx freezes in his steps for a moment, not quite turning back, and says “okay.”
He says that AND HE SMILES AGAIN
Lwj is left standing alone on the roof
ALL THIS AND WE’RE ONLY 5MIN INTO THE EPISODE
MY HEART, MY HEART
GOD I MISSED MY WANGXIANTICS.
IT’S BEEN SO LONG, MY LOVE, I’VE MISSED YOU SO!!
Oh, and now it’s daytime
Plot Things are happening
Nmj is giving a rousing speech to the troops, very imposing, very stern, very soldier-y
AND TOTALLY DOES NOT MATTER SO WE’RE MOVING ON
Everyone’s leaving Qinghe for plot reasons. Jc and jzx go ahead on their swords but lwj and wwx are traveling by horse
They’re on horses!! Idk why that makes me happy but it does!! I don’t even like horses that much???
Wwx is twirling his flute!!
Lwj: why didn’t you go ahead with them?
Wwx: i don’t want to join in the fun with jc and that colorful peacock
Lwj: aren’t you the one who prefers to join in the fun?
GUYS, GUYS LWJ SAYS THIS WITH A TEASING TONE (well, teasing for him; it’s a very subtle change BUT IT’S THERE, I SWEAR!!)
HE’S TRYING TO BE PLAYFUL WITH WWX!! IT’S SO CUTE!!
OMG, OMG we get a brief moment of Jealous!LWJ. Courtesy of NHS, of course.
Nhs is at the top of a tower in qinghe waving goodbye, right? (he’s adorable, i love him)
BUT HE CALLS SPECIFICALLY TO WWX
Nhs: wwx, wwx, take care!
and lwj lets his eyes drift a little towards the voice but HE DOESN’T EVEN DEIGN TO LOOK AT NHS DIRECTLY before his eyes flicker to face forward
it’s such a disdainful little movement; IT HAPPENS SO FAST
BUT THE JEALOUSY IS SO POTENT HERE, OMG OMG
chill out lwj, nhs is just a friend!!
Ugh, evil wen lair time
WE DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PLOT DEVICE OR WEN RUOHAN
Oh, now we’re in the middle of a battlefield but no lwj or wwx in sight, how boring
Battle battle battle
Fight fight fighting
Ooooh demon transformation. That was interesting for like, two seconds
Gotta say, the makeup/costuming they use for those demon things actually looks pretty decent, all things considered
Actually, most of their group fight scenes are pretty good
UGH MORE EVIL WEN LAIR TIME?? Plot plot Meng Yao is revealed to be a wen flunkie suddenly plot plot
Back with the good guys now! At soldier camp!! (or whatever those are called, listen, i’m not a war general, terms escape me)
Plot plot nmj, jzx, jc are inspecting puppets blah blah don’t care don’t care
OH WAIT, LWJ AND WWX SHOWED UP
THEY LOOK VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THE PUPPETS. I SUDDENLY CARE ABOUT THE PUPPETS
Nvm, we’re back at a boring strategy meeting blegh
Blah blah invinceable puppets blah blah kill wen ruohan blah blah
Nmj: I WILL SNEAK INTO NIGHTLESS CITY AND KILL WEN RUOHAN
I’m sorry nmj but you don’t have a sneaky bone in your entire body
That is a terrible plan. Jzx agrees with me.
Nmj: if i die, lxc can just take charge nbd
Suddenly lxc shows up with a Sneaky Map
Everybody’s excited about the Sneaky Map
I AM NOT
I AM NOT EXCITED ABOUT THE SNEAKY MAP
THIS IS BORING
LET’S MOVE ON NOW PLZ
Ah, we’re back with wwx and lwj who are inspecting the Suddenly Interesting Puppets
They’re being all clever together!! I love it
OH NO, SOME RANDO JUST INTERRUPTED SAYING JYL NEEDS HELP
WWX TAKES OFF IN A FLASH, OBVS
We’re at jzx’s tent!! WHERE JZX MADE HER CRY
I DEMAND BLOOD IN RECOMPENSE
Wwx: what happened? Don’t cry!
Wwx: was there someone who bullied you??
Omg his words are like, dripping with venom as he says this and turns to glare at jzx
POOR JYL IS SOBBING, OUTRIGHT SOBBING
Jyl: i’m fine! Let’s go, come on, come on
SHE SAYS THIS THROUGH HER TEARS. SHE’S HEARTBROKEN
I DEMAND BLOODSHED
Mianmian shows up to explain the situation
Details don’t matter
What matters is that we see Lwj about to join them in the tent
Like, he’s one step in and everything
But once mianmian starts talking, he steps back out? And just loiters in front of their tent thing?
HE DOESN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON A FAMILY MATTER
BC LAST TIME HE DID, WWX SNAPPED AT HIM AND PUSHED HIM AWAY
AND THAT SHIT HURTED
WE DON’T WANT THAT AGAIN
We find out that jzx was a total utter DOUCHEBAG to jyl and HUMILIATED her in public BECAUSE HE’S A DICK AND DOESN’T DESERVE HER
YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT THERE RN JZX BC I’M READY TO MURDER
Oh look, wwx is ready to murder too
he punches jzx right in the chest AND SENDS HIM FLYING, HELL YEAH
then uses his demon flute TO SMACK DOWN THE JIN DISCIPLES with resentful energy
then goes and DECKS JZX RIGHT IN THE FACE
YESSS!!!!!!
HIT HIM HARDER WWX
But nooo, mianmian and jyl have to be decent people and try to hold wwx back
Lwj hears them cry out and rushes into the room!!
He grabs wwx’s arm, which was already poised for another punch
Lwj: wei ying, calm down
DON’T TELL HIM TO CALM DOWN LWJ
JZX DESERVES WHAT’S COMING TO HIM
DON’T YOU SEE YOUR SISTER IN LAW CRYING???
But it seems that lwj’s words cut through wwx’s rage (even tho he didn’t raise his voice at all!!) bc wwx lets his arm be lowered by lwj’s grip
He looks at lwj’s concerned face and turns to walk out of the tent
We cut to some Sect Leader Time featuring NMJ and LXC
Nmj: soooo, how’d you get the Sneaky Map
Lxc: ...I know a guy
Then they go on for awhile and i get the impression that they’re trying to Flirt but are doing it Badly
HA, losers! (they say, even tho their OTP consistently fails to communicate their Emotions well)
We’re on a battlefield again!
Kinda sucks how our guys get possessed and turned against us.
What a bummer
MORE BORING PLOT STUFF
Blah blah, nmj disappeared, blah blah our guys are forced into a trap blah blah
Oh wait, there’s a bit here
Wwx asks lxc who gave him the Sneaky Map and lxc is all “a good friend” and wwx is like oh okay and walks off
As he walks away, lwj turns to ~gaze longingly~ at him
It was kinda weird, bc contextually it doesn’t make sense for there to be a longing gaze here
BUT WHO CARES!
SINCE WHEN DO WE NEED A REASON FOR GAY YEARNING??
IT JUST IS, MY FRIENDS, AND WE LOVE IT
More evil wen lair time (at some point we watch nmj be a badass at this lair, but we’re not here for him. Sorry nmj, still love ya tho!)
MoVInG alONg
Battlefield has moved to the Nightless City
For real for real, these group battle scenes are pretty cool. I like them.
AHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!! WWX NEARLY GETS A SWORD TO THE THROAT
BUT LWJ NOTICES IT AND IS BLOCKING THE HIT IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
THE WAY IT’S FRAMED MAKES IT LOOK EVEN MORE AWESOME!!
Bc he just swooshes into the frame from the right, all fluid movement and elegance
BLOCKS THE HIT LIKE NOTHING
And ends up on the opposite side of the frame, not even looking at the baddie he just blocked; he’s all straight-backed and regal
I am Shocked wwx didn’t swoon right there and then
WWX AND LWJ ARE NOW BACK TO BACK
FIGHTING TOGETHER
I AM IN LOVE
Ugh, we’re back at the evil wen lair
Gross
Can we not? Nobody cares.
BACK ON THE BATTLEFIELD!!
Everything stops suddenly, and lwj and wwx are side by side
Bc ofc they are
They’re soulmates!!
Uh oh, some of their guys get Literally pulverized
Aaaaand, here come the massive amounts of puppets
Wen ruohan - creator of the world’s worst puppet show
Omg, we just keep getting shots of lwj and wwx standing next to each other, or standing back to back
They’re not even doing anything AND IT’S STILL AMAZING TO WATCH
UGH, JUST HAVING THEM BE NEAR EACH OTHER ON SCREEN MAKES ME SO HAPPY
Wwx: lan zhan, what method can we take now to escape?
Lwj: Fight.
Wwx: *smirk*
GOD I LOVE MY BOYS
And the cameras give us close-up shots of their faces in that exchange and it’s amazing
THE EXPRESSIONS, MAN
GRIM DETERMINATION
LIKE, WE’RE PROBABLY DEAD, MIGHT AS WELL GO DOWN FIGHTING
THAT’S WHAT THEIR FACES SAY
I! LOVE!! MY!!! BOYS!!!!
They just look so awesome fighting here!!
Lol wwx is just whacking people with his flute
Very intimidating, wwx, very scary
One of the demon things just tried attacking wwx aND GOT BICHEN THROUGH THE CHEST FOR THEIR TROUBLES
THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, DEMON THING!!
And then lwj goes and blocks another blow meant for wwx
Lwj is so awesome in battle??
I feel like shang from mulan trying to compliment lwj
“YOU...YOU FIGHT GOOD”
i mean, come on, he literally just now took out a demon thing with a BLAST from bichen
BICHEN DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH IT?
AND THE DEMON THING WAS COMING FROM BEHIND HIM??
HE DIDN’T EVEN TURN AROUND TO LOOK!!
HE JUST HAD BICHEN BLAST SOME SPIRITUAL ENERGY BEHIND HIM TO KNOCK OUT THE DEMON THING
WHAT A BAMF
Uh oh
Wwx just did his floaty jump thing and perched on a winged creature statue overlooking the battlefield
Lwj has his eyes on him
He’s watching him all worriedly
WWX STARTS TO PLAY HIS DEMON FLUTE
listen
listen
i know the demon flute and resentful energy is bad for you or whatever
BUT HE LOOKS SO DAMN COOL HERE
ENSHROUDED IN BLACK SMOKE
HIS FACE A PICTURE OF CONCENTRATION
Meanwhile lwj is cutting down enemies left and right AND STILL MAKING TIME TO THROW WORRIED LOOKS AT WWX
WAIT A MINUTE, wwx has just TAKEN CONTROL of the demon things
Bc he’s BADASS
And the music gets INTENSE here
THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!
LWJ still looks so concerned even tho the demon things start fighting for them rather than against them
Bc he doesn’t care about the demon things or the battle
He cares about how this will affect his wei ying!!
And the episode ends with wen ruohan throwing a hissy fit bc his demon things aren’t under his control anymore
WE DID IT GUYS, WE FINALLY MADE IT TO AN EPISODE WITH QUALITY NOT-COMPLETELY-HEARTBREAKING WANGXIANTICS
OUR BOYS WERE NICE TO EACH OTHER!!!
ON A MOONLIT ROOFTOP!!!
AND THEY FOUGHT SIDE BY SIDE!!
IT WAS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL
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Kim Namjoon- The Demon’s ‘Reward’
SO HI! If you didn’t get the memo, my birthday is on December 10th and to celebrate, I’m going to be posting EVERY DAY until then! SO GET READY!
Does sexual biting count as smut? I sure hope so.
Leggo!
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You shut the bedroom door behind you, letting out probably one of the post unpleasant screams you could muster within your lungs. The weight of the world was getting to much and your were quite fed up. Everything was going so badly it felt like you wanted to break down in tears and throw things at the walls.
You slid down the door, hugging your knees. You wiped your eyes, stopping any tears from falling. No, you couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry. You tilted your head back, leaning against the door. You wiped your eyes again, sighing heavily.
“Peace be mine.” you pleaded silently. “Just once...just once.” you sighed. Everything seemed like it was falling apart and you couldn’t control the tears anymore.
Long story short, it’s been a shitty past few days.
“Peace...be mine.” you stammered again, feeling the tears already drip down your face. “Or at least hope...”
“Now, now...dry those tears.”
A voice caused your to look up in shock. A man clad in a black suit sat in the armchair right next to the bookcase. This caused you to jump to your feet.
“Don’t scream.” he said before any sound could escape you. “I apologize for frightening you.” he lowered the book that covered his face. The first thing you noticed was a pair of bright, yellow eyes. “However, I grew weary of waiting for you to return.”
“W-who are you!?” you asked, getting prepared to grab whatever was nearby and throw it. “Why are you in my apartment?! You have ten seconds to tell me who you are before I-”
“Hm, my intrusion must be unsettling.”
“Yeah...” you slowly nodded. “Now start talking.”
“Hm, my apologies. My name is Namjoon... and you are Y/N...aren’t you?”
“U-uh...yeah?” you trailed off. You watched in curiosity as a red rose appeared in a burst of flames in his fingertips. Woah, how did he-?
The stranger rose to his feet.
“Now now, dry those tears princess. Waste your tears on something worth it.”
You hadn’t even noticed a few extra tears had fallen. Namjoon approached you, holding the rose out.
“Y-you s-stay back!” you warned. “Last warning...”
“Now dear, If I meant any harm I would have done it by now.” he sighed. “ Here, please take it.” he eyes flashed, with a small smile spreading across his lips. You slowly rose your hand and took the rose. In the small window of time in which your hands brushed against one another, you felt warmth spike throughout your entire body.
He was right, the rose was beautiful. Hauntingly, almost. “T-thank you.” you murmured. It truly was beautiful
“You’re welcome” he winked. “Now- Why don’t you tell why what has that beautiful face crying.”
“...Life...” you sighed, your voice shaking. “It’s...I-...” you turned your head. “...Wait, how did you get in here?”
“I teleported of course.” he answered as if it was obvious. “You know...as demons do.”
“Demons?!” you repeated. “Y-you’re a-”
“D-demon?” he mimicked your stuttering with a smirk on his face. “Precisely. Amazed are we?”
“....Uh...that doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment though.” you felt your body relax a little, maybe he didn’t mean any harm.
“I heard your call, my dear.” he gently laced his warm fingers into yours. “You sounded so urgent I came as fast as I could.”
“My call?” you asked confused, your body fully at ease now. “What do you mean?”
“A few nights ago, I heard you crying, hugging your pillow close. I can’t remember word for word but I remember you saying ‘I can’t do this on my own, I just need someone, anyone...a friend or not I don’t care. I just don’t want to be alone anymore...please send me a fucking goldfish for all I care.’”
You recognized the words, it was kind of embarrassing to know someone had overheard your self pity. “So...that’s why you’re here?”
“They sent me...a demon?”
“Correction, a demon king.” he winked proudly. “And no one sent me, I came of my own volition. I came for you all by myself. To take you away”
“I mean...the sentiment is...nice I guess but why me?” you asked. “Me of all people?” In all honesty, you were a mess. “Just because you heard me? I bet you hear people all the time.”
“Your voice was the loudest...it drew me in like the song of a siren and I couldn’t resist...” he chuckled. “What I fail to understand is why your plea was so disheartening. Seeing such a gem like you so sad won’t do.” he slowly reached his hand up to touch the side of your face. “Now that I see you up close, no other can hold a candle to you.” he flirted.
“Y-you’re just saying that.” you sighed, looking down.
“I only speak truth when need be spoken. I rarely ever lie. This life...is not a happy one is it?”
“I wouldn’t say that...but I’m not gonna tell you that you’re wrong.”
“You feel miserable...sad...alone.” he said lowly. “As if no one cares, or would care if you simply disappeared.”
You couldn’t respond, but everything he was saying was 100% true.
Namjoon slid a fingertip under your chin, causing you to look up at his porcelain face. “If you were to allow me to be yours...yours, your everything that you’ll ever need in this life...you’d never have to worry about anything again.”
When he got so closed to your face, when his eyes bore into yours and you had no choice but to stare back in pure shock and partital confusion, you found yourself growing weary. You slowly felt yourself trusting this man, this monster more and more. Despite not even knowing him for more than five minutes.
His fingertip traced under your chin, causing your eyes to widen.
“...Allow me to convince you...right here.” he spoke, just above a whisper. Before you even knew it, Namjoon had tilted your head up allowing his lips to meet with yours. His touch was feather-like, almost ghost-like. The way his hand caressed the side of your face almost made you believe you were dreaming. Before you knew it, he had tilted your head up to crash his lips over yours. His hands ran up your back, feeling your hot skin beneath his fingers.
You trembled under his touch. He was alluring and breathtaking. He was a demon alright. No mere human could be so beautiful.
You suddenly found yourself sitting at the edge of the bed. You opened your mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off.
“Shush.” Namjoon put a finger to your lips. You found yourself crawling backwards on the bed as he crawled over you. “No talking.” he whispered. he trailed his fingers under your shirt, creeping up your sides. “But first-”
You did as he said and didn’t question him at all, or say anything for that matter. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began planting kisses down your shoulder. His touch felt like you were being branded. You were succumbing to this mystery man and you loved it.
“You are so intoxicating.” he sighed. “I knew you were right for me.” he bit down voraciously on your shoulder blade. Your back arched, the sudden sting caught you off guard. Namjoon gathered your hair in his fist, his movements and instincts becoming primal. “You’re mine. My good little human.”
You were still speechless. You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. You were already starting to turn into his little pet. His good little human.
“Expose yourself to me.” a gruff, gurgled, growl-esque voice erupted from the back of Namjoon’s throat. He clutched your shirt and ripped up the front, completely exposing your bare chest. He could only chuckle. The way your chest was rising and falling, your bra strap falling down your shoulder. He drug his finger down your stomach, laughing as you watched his with uneasy eyes. With one last snarl, Namjoon tore your jeans to shreds and sunk his teeth right into your left thigh.
“F--!” You bit your lip. Did this guy have fangs!? He probably had fangs!! There was no way he DIDN’T have them.
Your body lurched forward as a loud moan left your body. Your entire body went warm, feeling his scorching hot hands trail blazes down your legs. If this was his idea of foreplay, then you were pretty hyped up for what sex would be like for real. You could see his shoulder blades flexing uncomfortably,seemingly contorting in weird places. You were almost certain his bones were gonna crack, but luckily he had gained control of himself.
Namjoon had practically collapsed, trapping your body in his arms and his tongue licked harsh stripes up the perimeter of your neck. He rolled over on his back, letting out one last exhale.
“You’re gonna make a fine princess.“ He exhaled, his arms wrapping your body. You wordlessly lied on his chest, feeling the irregular and almost foreign sounding beat of his heart. You felt no guilt, no regret, nor did you feel dirty or uncertain. You felt at peace. “I must take you back with me...there is no other choice.” he exhaled. You felt his warm hands tangle through your hair, brushing each fallen strand into place, away from your forehead and eyes. If only you could feel the rush of his blood
You could hear a slight rumble of thunder, followed by the beginning of rain. “You’re all mine...”
(So I might an edition with the other guys, I might not.)
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man i just wanna throw this out there and i think you'll catch it, how do you think some of the ancestors would take an invite to a human thing like a party or a ceremony? like if it was prefaced with 'compared to troll events there's a strict no one dies policy and a be human-style nice to people you don't particularly like or care for rule as well' idk if even the first ship crew would come along, and tbh i wouldn't really fault them because it's new and spoopy and they're dead after all
Ok, so you have thrown it, and I have caught it. I am unsure if I caught it in the direction you threw it, but I have caught SOMETHING and it is something I love dearly.
So, this question: I had to think for a moment. What scenario results in every single ancestor being in the same locale, in such a capacity that they are forced to interact, not only with each other, but with humans, to the point that not only can they not kill anyone but there is literally no point in killing each other?
....
....OH WAIT EARTH C-
So yeah, everyone say thank you paradox space. There had to be at least one dream bubble out there from a timeline where the alphas got yoinked into sburb as their Alternian selves by mistake right?
So, let’s assume they’ve had a few months to settle in, adjust to modern life. Troll kingdom has issued an ultimatum to the more....chaotic Ancestors in terms of the rearranged hemospectrum. They will, to quote Karkat, “FUCKING DEAL WITH IT”. Not an easy pill to swallow for a few of them, but then, a few millenia in the dream bubbles has forcibly mellowed them quite a bit and eventually its just more trouble than its worth.
I have a lot of thoughts on this timeline (ancestors get apartments are you kidding me, the potential), but let’s return to the question at hand.
The invitation makes the rounds through a lot of ghost communities, but a particularly bold human approaches the Ancestors themselves with an invite to one of the bigger ragers being thrown in the human kingdom. The celebration of the return of the gods is always a blowout, and this year promises to be especially so, with something between a gala and a block party planned to be pitched.
So here’s why they all show up, and here’s what they do:
The Handmaid is an odd duck. Sure, there’s a certain morose pleasure in watching the cosmic plans of the man who abused her from childhood fall apart because of a handful of chump kids, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy to be back here with these assholes, and it doesn’t mean she’s looking to build a social life. She’s perfectly happy to spend the rest of her days haunting the abandoned house she found on the outskirts of the carapace kingdom and terrorize any local teens that stick their noses where they aren’t wanted. When the uni student turns up with a flyer she cusses them out but good and sends them on their way with a couple of threats to life and limb.
And then shows up anyways.
Not to socialize, mind, just to watch. From the rafters probably. Snickering at all the drama going down, dropping spiders in Makara’s drink and stealing Dualscar’s watch when he’s not looking. And maybe see if Condy gets drunk enough to want a rematch. Laws be damned. Now THIS is a party.
The Signless’s entire crew is a bit of a chain pull. The Disciple wants to go extremely badly, so of course she manages to purrsuade The Signless to come with her. The Psiionic doesn’t want to go period but he’ll be damned if he’s letting Vantas out of his sight into an unguarded area. The Dolorosa wanted to go this whole time and is the one who got Leijon all riled up about it in the first place, but pretends she’s just doing it to keep an eye on Vantas and Captor.
Once there, they’re not exactly social butterflies, but compared to the others they’re practically savants. Leijon prowls on the edges of crowds, listening for snatches of information, and enjoys constructing narratives in her own mind about the relationships between all of them. Vantas finds himself pulled into a lot of conversations just to explain his life’s work (and, to his chagrin, to destabilize a few myths he’s accrued over the centuries). He tries to keep a level head but after a few beers though he’s hotly debating politics with three or four Kankri ghosts and has to be dragged away by Captor, who’s been following him and Leijon like a kid following their parent at a family reunion. Maryam disappeared hours ago and doesn’t get back home late, looking a little bit smug but tight-lipped about her evening. All four of them avoid the other Ancestors like the plague.
Neophyte Redglare of all of them has probably adjusted the best to this new life. Unlike the others, she’s actually gotten some friends that weren’t a part of the dream bubbles, and would happily spend most of the evening chattering with them. Still, for reasons we’ll get into it later, she spends most of it babysitting Makara and doing a bit of pitch-flirting with everyone’s favorite pir8.
Speaking of the Marquise Mindfang Spineret, like the Handmaid she protested loudly she was too cool for this party and then showed up anyways. Still, its not like she’s there to socialize. Most of what she does is spot the people who look like they might be heading off to bigger and more illegal things outside the party and without a word installing herself as part of their social circle. She invites Nitram, but her matesprit is a little occupied with an old enemy. That’s fine, she appreciates a score to settle, but its not fun if someone isn’t paying attention to her antics. Fortunately, Pyrope is happy to oblige her, and Dualscar is a delightful enough lackey while he’s still sober enough to handle it (so, for about five minutes). All told, an entert8ning evening indeed ;;;)
Executor Darkleer shows up for roughly ten minutes, near the very end, and does what he’s done at most social gatherings since they left the dream bubbles: stand awkwardly in the corner, stare at Leijon, and wonder if they’re still cool. Are they still cool? Probably? Right? But who’s to say. He absconds early to go work on his personal projects and probably punch something.
The Summoner is in peak form. Like Vantas, he has plenty of questions coming his way, and while no Nitram has ever been arrogant, he’s at least a little indulgent about some, shall we say, popular headcanons that have popped up since then. He’s slamming beers to cover up the usual low level of social anxiety (a battlefield he can handle, but a soiree is another matter altogether), and its working. He’s flirting a storm through the ballroom, something Serket is probably going to give him repercussions for. Its also making him a little, uh....confrontational, shall we say. So when he spot an old, clowny foe, well...
Oh, The Grand Highblood.
He didn’t want to come. Full stop. Picked the wriggler with the flyer up by the back of their shirt and turned them around. Damn lucky he didn’t just throw them out. He wasn’t going to show up at this meaningless little heretical shindig, bump shoulders with strangers and be bored out of his motherfucking skull to boot. The only reason he got dragged in is Peixes didn’t give him a lot of other options. So here he is. Standing like a grim spectre of everyone’s demise, sullenly scowling at anyone who approaches and snarling at anyone who opens their protein chute in his direction.
For about five minutes.
What can I say, clowns love parties. A couple of faygos later (if you think Condy didn’t come prepared you’re crazy) and this brawny ass goat is getting turnt out of his mind on the dancefloor. Nobody knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing with his body but its definitely deeply explicit and more than a little alarming. Still, it suits the environment, and there’s this unaccountable field of manic energy that just sort of erupts around him, escalating the party wherever he goes. Redglare has to babysit him (because Peixes, Serket and Ampora sure won’t, and who the fuck knows where Zahhak is), and even still he ends up with a busted keg dangling from one of his horns. He is feeding off of this motherfucking rhapsody tonight, fellas, and the grisly bastard has more than a few sick bars in him.
Orphaner Dualscar is decidedly less enthused. Nothing quite like being a failed romantic footnote in the only surviving account of your life to kill your rep as an intimidating pirate. He’s not adjusting well to modern life, and mostly spends the night in the corner with a solo cup, scowling at any and all. For a while he joins Serket in her activities but eventually is too soused to really participate, and she ditches him. Which is starting to become a recurring trend. He spends the rest of the night trying to seduce someone, literally, anyone, just get him out of this fucking stupid party, he’s so FUCKIN LONELY GOG-
up to you if it actually works or not.
Meanwhile, Her (Formerly) Imperial Condescension.....look, Peixes can’t stay away from a party. Even a lame-ass one for guppies 3>8(. I mean, the no killing thing is REALLY fucking cramping her style, but to be frank its more trouble than its worth. Most of them just come back as ghosts and try to bonk you back. Annoying is what it is. So, fine, she agrees, no culling.
Doesn’t mean the party can’t at least be interesting, and that’s damn well what she brought Makara to do for her. Works like a charm, too, Makara might be a grumpy basshole but he knows how to cut loose when he wants to. She’s chanting him through chugging an entire keg on his own with a small crowd of people when she spots a familiar pair of impossibly wide horns. Ohhh shit, get the grubcorn-.....wait, is that Megido in the rafters?!
No trolls or humans were (fatally) harmed in the making of this evening’s closing act, but suffice to say the building wasn’t so lucky. Two reenactments of the more legendary battles in Alternian history (which is saying something) was more than the palace could handle. In the end they were separated and sent to dry out in separate cells, Dave using his time powers to keep a handle on the The Handmaid.
Suffice to say it’ll be a while before any of them get another invitation.
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Thank You, Dear Last Night’s Mental Breakdown.
| Barista!Han Jisung Au |
💌 Requested? Yes -- @jone-00
🌸 Genre: Fluff, a hint of a hint of Angst. As much angst as a Strawberry flavored La Croix has Strawberry.
✏️ Word Count: 2,600
!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!
T/W: Mentions of a mental breakdown, doesn’t go into detail.
A/N: Get ready, you bean. We about to enter some emotional and fluffy territory. Bring yo shades-- to look cool AND to make sure people can’t see you crying.
Also I’m sorry if this secretly sucks and I have no idea. Leave your thoughts so I can improve and know what’s good and what isn’t! I read all feedback and they all are important to me! <3
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You breathe out, the light sunshine kissing your lashes as your eyes flutter open. The buzz of your alarm fills the air.
Your eyes glide softly to the dress you hung up on your bedroom doorknob. The early sunrise sets the warm shadows of your room across the lightly pleated skirt. The fabric’s rosy pastel-pink hues are cast onto the white paint of your door.
You breath in, and out again. Let’s begin.
You had a mental breakdown the night before. They aren’t an irregular thing for you, but you wish badly they are. After crying, trembling, and crumbling slowly for hours, you stopped suddenly. You clenched your fists and stared, determined, into your very own eyes through that mirror.
I’m not going to let you fall apart like this anymore. I can’t-- I won’t.
So you stood up, breathing shakily. Scared, you started making preparations for what you were determined to be a better tomorrow.
What can I do that would make my younger self proud? You jot down ideas that would suddenly come to you as you set clothes out, put trash in a bin, and tried your best to write reminders.
“Making your younger self proud” has always been a way to measure how happy you are with where you’re at in life. You saw it in a newspaper, or maybe your mother heard it-- it might have even been a popular Tumblr text post, who knows! You just know it’s been your compass to point you in the right direction for about three years now.
You have an emotional attachment to the things you went through as a child, and if you could go back in time and just hold her, and tell her everything would be okay, you would. Doing things that would make younger-you smile is your way of doing that.
I’ll go to the cafe in a pretty dress that makes me feel happy, you wrote carefully. You remembered as a child dreaming about romantic cafes and old books. You sighed, releasing pent up air, feeling your muscles relax, little by little. If I did that, I think that would make my younger self proud...
By the time you made it to your bed that night, it was only 9:12pm. You fell down in your bed and closed your eyes, feeling your space. Your favorite-but-forgotten dress that now hung there on your door; the sneakers you once bought yourself and have finally decided to wear; the alarm clock that, for the first time in three years, was set for 6:00am; and a notebook full of ideas to return to the person you never were but always wanted to be, that sits on your bedside table.
You fell asleep, muscles relaxing. You, melting into your bed, almost becoming one with it.
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Fast forward to where we started-- you are sitting upright in bed and staring at your dress. It seems to stare right back at you. Can you really do this, Y/N?
“Can I do this?”
Yes. I will.
You swing your legs over your bed, and you feel the fear begin to fall away like an old skin being shed from a new body. Suddenly, you feel light and happy, slipping on the bright-white wedge sneakers. The dress glides down your body, the fabric sending shivers up your spine as it falls into place.
As you pull the zipper up the side of your torso. you think about what you’re going to order when you get to the cafe. I haven’t been there since my mother came to the university to drop me off. I miss her... what did she order that day? I hope I can remember once I get there.
* * *
The jingle of tiny bells above the door tickles your ears as you swing the glass door open. The cafe is mostly empty, other than a mother and her child quietly sitting in a booth by the window. Succulents and aged books lined hanging shelves on either side of the room. The hanging lights gave the cafe a soft industrial feel, and the glass pastry displays made the room that much sweeter. Mom had chosen this cafe because she said it felt like a secret place that only few knew about... She liked how special it felt because of that. You smile softly at the thought of your mother. I think ill come here more often. I miss her.
A boy from behind the counter snaps his head up to look at you, his blond bangs tossing lightly as he does so. “W.. would you like something?”
You snap out of your daze and realize how long you’ve been just standing there in the doorway, staring at everything. You lock eyes with the boy.
“Oh! Uh-- yeah, I’m sorry! Ahm...” You stutter.
“Don’t worry about it!” He waves it off.
You brush your hair behind your ears and walk to the counter. You quickly read his name tag. Jisung.
His bright smile puts you at a light and airy ease. Maybe I wasn’t as awkward as I thought I was being...?
“Have you been here before...?” He tilted his head to the side like a little kid, eyebrows raised curiously.
Wow. That was attractive.
“Um, kind of... i’ve only been here once. When my brother-- mother!-- brought me... yeah, haha..”
Sparkling conversationalist.
...Wait-- don’t insult yourself! Be positive, Y/N!! You can make your younger self proud today!!!!
You open your mouth to speak, but you don’t know what to say, so you immediately shut it again.
Why is talking to pretty boys so hard?
NO! JUST GO FOR IT! F L I r T !! WHAT DO YOU WANT IN LIFE, HAH?
“...So anyway, that’s basically all we’ve got at this cafe right now.” He looks at you, smiling patiently.
Wait, has he been talking to me this whole time? Agh! I haven’t even been listening!
“Oh! I forgot, we also have--”
“Do you come here often?”
Well. You just made things worse, didn’t you?
“What?”
CODE RED CODE RED CODEREDCODEREDCODEREDCODEREDCODEREDCODEREDCODEREDCO
This is not a thing that makes your younger self proud, Y/N. This is the opposite.
YOU JUST ASKED THE BARISTA IF HE COMES HERE OFTEN. YOU NOW HAVE PERMISSION TO RIP OFF YOUR ANKLES.
You watch in horror as he stares at you, frozen to the touch, with those eyes.
“Oh! Did you ask me if I come here often? I thought I didn’t hear what you said at first. Yeah-- I work here actually! Thanks for asking!” I smiles, oblivious to your failed flirting.
“Oh, um. S-sure thing!”
Mission... not abort..ed?
Well-- This means I don’t ever have to think what happened ever again! Wonderful.
You aren’t sure if he’s actually dumb or if you just suck at reading him-- but either way, there’s no escaping the situation now. Unless you’re willing to literally sprint out of the cafe and run all the way back to your apartment, lock the door, and cry in the shower.
But, unfortunately for everyone else, you aren’t willing to do that.
“Um, when my mom came here, she ordered something really specific, but I can’t remember what it was called or anything...,” You say hesitantly.
“Yeah-- Don’t worry at all! Do you remember what it looked or tasted like at all?”
His enthusiasm encourages you and you feel brighter. “Yeah! Uh, it had strawberries in it, and a special kind of cream-- I think? And then there was this special topping she got on it. It was green? The topping? Sorry if that sounds totally dumb, but I just now that it-- they-- were green, I guess, haha!” You feel your heart start to beat faster the more you talk to him. Why am I nervous? and stuttering?? It’s just a drink, jeez.
Suddenly excited, his eyes squint with a wide smile. “Ooohhh! Were they mint spirals, maybe? I love those soooo much!!!”. You don’t even know what those are, but that isn’t gonna stop you from nodding excitedly with him. It would have been hard not to. When he smiles you kind of just want to join on the thrill, I guess.
You notice a whisper of heat brushing against your cheeks as he turns to the chalkboard behind him and points at a meticulous drawing of a fluffy pink drink. “Did it look like that??”
Excited to have found your mom’s favorite drink, you nod, a big smile leaving your eyes in the shape of giggling crescents. “Yes! Yeah! That’s exactly it, I think!”
His sunshine-smile turns half shy. “Great! I’ll get that just for you then...,” He softly says. He turns his back to you as he hurries around behind the counter to concoct the drink.
Were his cheeks flushed like that this whole time?
... Whatever...
You carefully sit down at one of the pretty little cafe tables closest to the counter so you can be ready to grab your drink as soon as it’s ready. You have maybe a few minutes, so you pull your notebook with the chestnut leather cover out from your purse. You open the middle of the book to where you urgently wrote down the ideas the night before.
things that would make my younger self proud of me:
- keeping a journal
- keeping my body clean
- wearing the clothes that make me feel peaceful
- waking up at a time that makes me feel happy
- wearing the clothes I’m scared others will judge me for
- going to the cafe in a pretty dress that makes me feel happy
- talking to people I feel like talking to but am scared to
- going on a cute date say sike rn
Smiling to yourself, you use a pencil to put a check next to the third-to-last one. You thought of scratching it out, but you didn’t want it to be gone from your precious list completely... you feel you’ll be coming back soon. You like how it feels.
Nevertheless, you are glad you’re here. You’ve gathered the courage to come here when it’s been so hard for you lately! You look down at your lap and give a sigh of relief. Closing your eyes, you take in how it feels to be here.
It’s different, but warm here. It smells of both exotic and familiar flavors. The lullaby effect of the fluffy low-fi music overhead mixed with the gentle metallic sounds of Jisung working behind the counter is somehow comforting. You lift your head and peak over at him slyly, watching as he leans against the mixing machine. He seems to be waiting on something.
You watch almost in shock as he slowly peeks over his shoulder to look at you, making quick eye-contact on accident. You smile instinctively-- not even knowing why.
He turns his face back to what he was doing as soon as this moment happens and you notice a smile he’s hiding and the blush that’s growing on his face. You turn your body to see more of his turned-away face from where you’re at, and as you do, you spy the massive smile he’s desperately trying to hide. Oh dear, he’s adorable.
Bubbles rise in your stomach and your lungs seem to fill with cotton candy as his undeniably-cute, blushing self hits you all at once.
-- o h. Oh n o.
You lean back in your chair again, suddenly very worried.
No? No. No!
It always gets bad once I get crushes on people.
You make an immediate promise to yourself to not at all drop any hints that you kind of want to mayhaps hold this almost-stranger’s hand. Flirting is fine when you don’t actually like the person-- once you genuinely develop feelings, it’s absolutely not a good idea anymore. Everyone knows that. Good, cute things with crushes only happen in fan-fiction and Wattpad stories.
Sike.
All of a sudden, you notice the sound of clinking and whirring has stopped from behind the counter.
“Am-- uh-- am I interrupting you... at all, or something?”
Reality crashes into your view again as you tilt your head up and to the side to lock eyes with Jisung. Ah.
“W--what?”
“Ahm, you just looked kind of... really worried about something.” He furrows his brows, confused. “Anyway-- here’s your drink!”
“Oh-- thank you! Yeah, I was just-- thinking about something! Haha!
He sets your drink on the table and pauses for a moment. “By the way, your dress is really pretty, I think.” Jisung Blush: Activated. “Don’t mean that in a weird way! I just thought you maybe might like to know...”
🎵 KISS KISS FALL IN LOOOVE 🎵🎵🎵🎵
“Oh, thanks! I actually tried this morning, haha!”
“Oh, yeah? Well I think you look great. But you already know that, i guess, haha..” Jisung Confidence: Boosted-- Reason: Compliment Accepted.
You feel your ears heat up as you avert your eyes, looking down at your drink. “Thanks again! It’s funny because I didn’t even have an occasion to dress up for. I just sort of did it to treat myself, I guess.” You smile softly, proud.
“Isn’t that enough of an occasion? I think celebrating yourself is a worthwhile thing.” He sits down across from you, muttering something about how nobody is going to show up to the cafe in a while.
You look up at him, smiling in agreement. “Right? It really helps to take care of yourself. I think it’s one of the best ways to pick yourself back up from something hard.”
He tilts his head like he did before, but this time with worry. “Are you going through something..?... Oh, you don’t have to answer! I pry without thinking first sometimes...”
“No, no! It’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it to others, it’s good for people who need to hear it...” Why do I feel so comfortable with telling him about this..? I’m sure it won’t do any harm. He’s being genuine after all...
“Well, if you really do feel like telling me, we won’t be having customers again until about 10:30-ish. I’m all ears!”
Your heart said: Oof.
As soon as you start explaining the night before and all that lead up to it, he leans in, his hands cupping his face, intent on every word you say. You tell him about all the stress, issues, and fears-- both self-inflicted and otherwise-- that are holding you down lately. He nods and listens, asking clarifying questions.
You notice how his reactions remain compassionate when you talk about the hard things that are happening because of your own mistakes. A feeling of warmth and safety sets in after you finishing your monologue. You apologize for taking so long-- maybe thirty minutes?-- but he immediately tells you it’s all okay.
“No, please don’t say sorry!! I really am grateful when people share what they are going through with me... It helps me to connect with them better and find ways to help them feel better. Don’t be sorry.” He softly smiles and gently asks if you are all done.
“Yeah-- heh-- i’m done. Thank you so much for listening! I’m really grateful I have-- had-- someone to listen to me...” You rub your eyes worriedly, afraid you might have started crying at some point while telling him the whole story.
He stares down at the table for a moment, quiet. “Hey, wanna be random?”
You giggle. “Always.”
“Wanna go on a date?”
“What?”
“I understand if you don’t want to. You seem to be working through a lot of things right now... I don’t want to--” Jisung Blush: Reactivated And Intensified.
“Yes.”
“WhAT?”
“Yeah!.. I think that would be awesome.”
Jisung is suddenly beaming, which makes you instantly happier. Dang, mirror neurons are so cute.
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TLC Holiday Lunar Bake Off- Christmas Caking
Episode 2 of The Holiday Lunar Bake-Off, where the crew starts baking. Their first challenge, Christmas cakes! As expected, this leads to many funny mishaps and mistakes.
(Yes I promised to post these every week but I got lazy I’m sorry!)
Like the first, my apologizes for typos and grammar mistakes, I wrote this two years ago, and some of them I just didn’t bother to correct for “comedic effect” in my cringy young mind. I figured that this would provide some amusement in quarantine, and it does get funnier in later chapters (as my comedic understand develops.) Enjoy!
Iko: Welcome to Episode 2 of the Holiday Baking Championship, Christmas Caking! Contestants you may enter!
*there is some shouting backstage, a voice calls “No. I refuse to wear it.” and after a struggle, another voice saying “I don’t want to be here all day so get in single file or I swear on all the stars I will shoot you!”*
Kinney: Should I alert the Captain of the Guard? Maybe they should go deal with that… *he looks hopeful*
Iko: Aren’t you the Captain of the Guard?
Kinney: Yep.
Iko: *scowls at Kinney’s tactics, but there’s something adoring about it*
*Group files out of doors perfectly in order, with Scarlet in back, a hand on her waistband*
Iko: *looking super excited* OH MY STARS YOU GUYS LOOK SO CUTE!!! *squealing as she sees everyone wearing matching pink flowered aprons*
*kinney skillfully zooms in on Thorne wearing his pink apron, snickering*
Iko: *gushing* You all look wonderful! Oms! *fails to notice how badly the apron fits Wolf, or how awkward and broodingly mad at situation Jacin looks. Cress and Winter look at their aprons adoringly, whereas Cinder rolls her eyes at the pink. Scarlet is still wearing her red hoodie, so she’s fine, Thorne wears his proudly, and Kai keeps giving Cinder a nervous glance, hoping she doesn’t judge him.*
Iko: *getting over her love of the outfits* Our first challenge today is cake! Each person will have to make a cake including and starring a secret ingredient, and favorite among the holidays… *Tressa pushes a cart with a decorative cloth and a silver platter a top it*
Tressa: *quietly* Do you like the aprons?! I sewed them myself, and forced them into wearing it. *winks at Iko*
Iko: They’re perfect Tressa, as always! *secretive smile is shared*
Tressa: *lets go of tray in front of Iko before waving at camera* Hi Liam!
Kinney: *camera shakes violently as he waves back*
Tressa + Iko: Watch the camera!
Kinney: *muttering* a guy can’t get a break around here.
Tressa + Iko: *simultaneously again* shh!
Cinder: Iko, as you were saying before?
Iko: Oh yeah! Tressa could you do the honors?
Tressa: Really?! *super excited*
Iko: Oh course! *super dramatically* and the mystery ingredient is…
Tressa: *slowly and equally dramatically lifts top* Apples!
Iko: Yay! Thank you Tressa for your marvelous performance! *starts to applaud*
Wolf: *growls at apples threateningly*
Cinder and Scarlet: *give Wolf a glance before sharing a knowing look*
Winter: I love apples!
Jacin: *looking slightly worried* After Levana’s stunt I’m still wary about apples petites and apples in general…
Thorne: Oh, don’t be such a worrywort. *claps Jacin’s shoulder* There’s nothing wrong with the candy! That was one time! Apples themselves may be a bit questionable, but I eat the candy all the time and there’s nothin’ wrong with me. Ever since Winter introduced me, and Cress found a store in the middle of Utah that sold some, I’ve been eating non-stop, and I’m fine! Great even! *flexes arm* Ain’t that right Cress?
Cress: *blushing profusely*
Cinder: Which part? The candy or the part about you being fine? Because I think I know which one you’re correct about, and it’s not the one that involves you flexing shirtless in front of the Rampion mirrors every morning.
Thorne: *shrugs* What can I say? I have a great bod.
Cress: *blushing even redder*
Wolf: Cress are you okay? You look like you’re about to turn into a tomato!
Kai: You mean like that movie where the girl turns into a blueberry and gets to be rolled out of the factory?
Cinder: *surprised* You’ve watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory?
Kai: What! Being an only child in a huge palace can get boring.
Scarlet: You mean the one where the kid wins a ticket in a chocolate bar? I used to love that movie!
Winter: *singing* who can take a sunrise?
Sprinkle it in dew?
Cover it in chocolate,
And a miracle or two?
Scarlet, Winter, Cress, and Kai: The candyman,
The Candyman Can.
The Candyman can
‘cause he mixes it
with love and makes
the world taste good.
Cinder + Jacin: stooooooop
Cinder: You guys do realize that song is like literally 100+ years old? Talk about not being on top of pop culture.
Jacin: Hear, hear.
Cress: Um, you do realize I was stuck in a satellite for the last few years? I didn’t even learn how to use a microwave until yesterday.
Thorne: *looking proud* I showed her.
Cress: *giving him a look* Wait a moment. As I was saying, being on top of pop culture is the least of my worries. And I like this song!
Winter: What’s a microwave?
Wolf: Stole the words right out of my mouth.
Scarlet: Horrible devices that are ruining good home cooking.
Cinder: Oof. My life is a lie.
Wolf: Ew. Also Scar, could you teach me that song you were singing later? You sound beautiful when you sing it.
Scarlet: *smiling* Oh, we’re totally watching Willy Wonka later.
Cress: Slumber party with 2nd Era movies anyone?!
Iko: Count me in!
Cinder: *sighs* I guess I’m coming to then, I’ll dragged there whether I want to or not.
Winter: Yay! Dear Selene your going to love it. Can we watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarves from Disney as well?
Cress: I love Disney! Especially Tangled. I can totally relate relate to her hair struggles ;)
Thorne: I got the popcorn and candy!
Winter: Jacin?
Jacin: No way in spades am I watching a movie about a bunch of kids eating chocolate and singing.
Winter: *pretty pleading eyes* Pretty please? With a bow and sour apples petites on top?
Jacin: *averting eyes carefully* fiiiiine.
Kinney: This is fun and all, but aren’t we tapping a show? I sacrificed my netdramas to keep this thing plugged in all night!
Iko: Oh yeah! Anyway, what were we talking about?
Cinder: Apples.
Thorne: Huh?
Cinder: *annoyed* Apples!
Thorne: Is your battery running low again? Because I have no intention of opening your control panel ever again *shivers squeamishly*
Cinder: No! That’s the last thing we were talking about you dolt!
Thorne: Oh, that makes more sense. Thank goodness.
CInder: *rolls her eyes*
Thorne: *throws an arm around Cinder shoulders buddy-like* Oh, you know you love me. *rubs his knuckles in her hair*
Cinder: *groans* Get off me you oaf. *shoves his arm off and pulls now even messier ponytail higher*
Iko: Okay! So on three, everyone grab a bag of apples and… GO!
*Everyone except Wolf and Winter, who are still standing where they were*
Winter: Oh, are we starting? *giggles and twirls over to grab some apples*
Wolf: *angry* I refuse!
Scarlet: *coming over with her bag* Come on, it’s just a competition…
Wolf: No! I refuse to insult tomatoes in such a way! These upstart apples, what do they think they are… *glares at Scarlet’s bag angrily*
Scarlet: Calm down, it’s not that big a deal…
Wolf: *getting worked up* Not a big deal? Not a big deal! Apples are taking over! Everywhere you look, there’s apples! Apples pie, apple muffins, apple waffles… not tomatoes, never tomato pie, or tomato muffins!
Scarlet: *placing a hand on his shoulder* It’s okay, I’m sure you can work with apples this once…
Wolf: Work with the apples! Of course not! You know what, I’ll show them, I refuse to use the tomatoes. I absolutely won’t bend to the norm of today’s world! Tomatoes will always be #1, no matter what anyone else thinks. SO you know what? *not waiting for a response* I’m going to use tomatoes instead! See how they take that! *purposefully marches toward pantry*
Cinder: *coming over to meet Scarlet* What just happened?
Scarlet: *rolling her eyes, but there’s something loving about it* Stars only know! Now, we need to get started.
*the two walk over to their stations*
*screen follows Iko as she walks over to Kai, who is gathering supplies, his brow furrowed in concentration*
Iko: Watcha doin’ Kai?
Kai: *jumps, dropping supplies* Oh, um, *bending down to pick up dropped stuff*I was thinking of making apple crumble, something that I used to make with my mom when we were little.
Iko: Aw! Have you ever made these yourself before?
Kai: Uh, no? But I’m confident in my abilities. *puts on a fake confident smile*
Iko: You don’t seem confident. But that sounds amazing! Good luck, I have my money bet on you winning! *smiles flirtatiously*
Kai: *smiles gratefully, completely not noticing Iko’s flirting* Thanks Iko!
*camera follows Iko as she walks over to Cress*
Iko: Hey Cress! What are you working on?
Cress: Hi Iko! I’m working on apple cinnamon cookies with honey drizzle.
Iko: *surprised* Wow! That sounds really advanced!
Cress: I’ve never made it before, but I would watch baking shows in the satellite and read up on different pastries in my free time.
Iko: That sounds like a smart strategy. Well played Cress!
Cress: Well, I didn’t exactly know I was going to be on a baking show in the future, but thanks. Also, best of all, I’m going to be able to use my newfound microwave abilities!
Iko: Awesome! Good luck Cress!
*camera floats over to Thorne who’s next to Cress*
Thorne: Um, Cress?! I’m supposed to put 22 cups of flour in here, right? Or was it just 2… ?
Cress: *peeks over from her own cookie supplies, where she sees Thorne with a huge bowl of flour, flour spilling all over the edges. He is covered head-to-toe in white flour, and he looks like a ghost.* Oh, Captain. *she Smiles, pecks his flour-covered cheek, and starts to wipe of his face.*
Iko: *swooning, one hand on her heart, the other at her side* awww!!!
Kinney: Are we going to interview him or not?
Iko: Stars no! I’m not getting flour on my new dress! More importantly, I’m not interrupting my ship in action!
Kinney: *groans*
Iko: What if you take the camera around while I stay over here and fangirl?
Kinney: *grumbling but the camera slowly starts to move around room*
*zooms in on Jacin and Winter, who are working side by side*
Winter: I love Christmas!!! *throws green and red glitter in air, covering both her and Jacin*
Jacin: *ducking and covering head with arms* Ah! Cut that out! *smiling to himself, but trying to hide it*
Winter: Aw, come on, have a little fun! *smiles micheviously, and throws more glitter on Jacin, who now resembles a sparkly christmas tree ornament than a person*
Jacin: *scowling* uuuugh. *scowls down at his pink apron and the glitter, cringing majorly.* I have no words to describe how bad this is.
Winter: You look like Christmas dear Jacin. *humming to herself, she starts to pour sugar and flour into a bowl, but some sugar spills out* Oops! *giggles*
Jacin: *sighs affectionately* You really are nothing but Trouble.
Winter: Thank you. *starts to clean up sugar* This apple petite cake is going to be yummier than Scar’s macaroons!
Scarlet: *looking up from her work. Playfully competitive* Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. My apples macaroons are going to blow everyone else’s desserts out of this galaxy.
Winter: What about you Jacin? How is your dessert going to compare?
Jacin: I don’t know, they haven’t been judged yet.
*camera leaves and travels over to Wolf, who has a workplace ahead of him filled with nothing but tomatoes*
Wolf: *has five plates for all of the judges ahead of him. On each of the plates, there is one chopped tomato, one smashed tomato, and a plain tomato.*
Wolf: Perfect. Yum. *reaches to each a little bit of smashed tomato, but stops himself* No, it’s for the judges. ;(
Wolf: *goes over to blender with tomato in hand*
Kinney: Ewww *moves away to Cinder’s station*
Cinder: *tries to wipe a bit of apple of her cheek, but only spreads it more* Kai, pass me the vanilla extract.
Kai: What’s the magic word?
Cinder: *groaning* pleeeaase.
Kai: *tosses her a small bottle, and notices the apple on her face with a small smile, before turning back to his stuff*
Cinder: Hey Kinney.
Kinney: SHh! I’m not here… *waggles fingers in Cinder’s face mock mysteriously*
Cinder: *smirking* Hello Not Here.
Kinney: Just no. *leaves Cinder’s station to stick camera in Kai’s face*
Kai: *leans back a bit* Um hello?
Kinney: *no response, put finger to his lips*
Kai: *nods* Okay. *turns back to his work*
*camera zooms in on the bowl with sugar covered caramelized apples*
Kinney: *camera shakes a bit as he nods, impressed*
*suddenly, camera slips and falls into bowl of apples*
Kai: *off-screen* AH NOT MY APPLES!
Iko: *off-screen* AAH KINNEY NOT THE CAMERA!
Kinney: *off-screen* oops.
*everything comes back into view as Kinney picks up camera, but everything in blurry because of the carmel sauce on the lens*
Iko: *coming really close the screen to inspect it* Ugh. It’s going to need a new lens. Kinney!!!!!!
Iko: *over her shoulders* FIFTEEN MINUTES BAKERS! *to camera* Okay, so we’re going to get a new lens, so until next time, Happy Holidays, and please like, repost, share, and stay tuned for next time, where we’ll see who wins Challenge One, Christmas Caking! Love you! <3 ;P
#ik this one's a bit short#so I post the next soon!#I can feel my reputation declining by the second#lunar chronicles fanfic#tlc fanfic#tlc holiday lunar bake-off#linh cinder#scarlet benoit#the lunar chronicles#cress darnel#carswell thorne#my fanfic#my fic#kill me
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Agape - Chapter Three
A Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader fic
Rating: 18+
Chapter Three
Warnings: Language, reference to emotionally abusive significant other, lots of flirting Word Count: 1982 A/N: So I’ve officially decided this is going to have ten chapters! Also, I’m thinking about setting up a tag list. Let me know if you’re interested!
A little over a week later, you found yourself on a plane to Austin, Texas, on your way to the film’s set. You never minded traveling for work, in fact you welcomed the change of scenery. It allowed you to get out of the craziness that is LA from time to time. You got to see different parts of the country, and occasionally other parts of the world. You also found that being in another city or country helped you dial in your character even more.
Once you got settled into the apartment you were renting while you were in town, things started to feel even more real. After finishing unpacking the bags you brought with you, you snapped a quick picture of the view of downtown Austin from your window and threw it up on your Instagram.
My home for the next two months. I’m impressed so far.
A few minutes later, your phone pinged with a new comment.
joe_mazzello: Wait, your view is better than mine. Can we switch?
You were so tempted to respond with “nah, but you can share mine.” But you knew better. Failing to think of a funny enough retort that wouldn’t be suggestive, you ignored the comment.
Shooting started a day later. You didn’t see too much of Joe at first; the shooting schedule had you filming your scenes with more of the supporting characters first. You spent the first few days with the actor playing your character’s abusive, obsessive ex-boyfriend. Your delivery in those scenes came easily to you, as you had experience with someone like that. His character was meant to represent mania, or obsessive love.
“Baby, I can’t go through this life without you. You’re my whole world.” The actor playing Perry pulled you close to him.
The tears easily came to you, thinking of the memories of an ex. Your character wanted so badly to be loved that she debated giving in, allowing herself to continue to be emotionally mistreated. But this time, she chose herself. You pulled away from the actor, makeup starting to run down your face.
“No, I don’t deserve this. I deserve a true love. Not one that will use me until I’m nothing left,” you replied, moving towards the door in the apartment set.
“Baby, please, I promise I’ll be better this time,” he said, perfectly nailing the delivery.
“You should have been better the first time,” you respond, before heading out the door.
“CUT! That was perfection!” Julia shouted.
The next few days after that were mostly spent with Leah. Her character, Eliza, was meant to represent Ludus, or playful love. Your scenes with Leah showed you meeting her at a party, going on a few dates, and just being happy and giddy together. It allowed you to get to know Leah even more. In your downtime between scenes, the two of you hung out, listening to music and showing each other funny videos on your phones.
One day, you found yourself relaxing on a couch on set with Leah, giggling at a video she was showing you. You felt someone plop down on the couch next to you.
“What’s so funny?” Joe asked, trying to peek at the phone. It was the first time you had seen him since the dinner party. And your session in the bathtub. You found yourself instantly smiling at his presence.
“Well look who it is,” you said, trying to force yourself not to blush. “What are you doing here?” you asked a little too harshly. Joe feigned offense, putting his hand to his heart.
“Well I guess I’ll just go then,” he replied, standing up and starting to walk away.
“Nooo, come back, Joe!” you fake-whined, stretching your arms out and reaching for him. He immediately turned to face you, a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Well, if you insist!” he quickly responded before turning his back to you and plopping right down on your lap. He went limp across you, relaxing with a sigh. With his full body weight on top of you, you giggled, as you were helpless to move. You turned your head to look at Leah and found her shaking her head lovingly. Your nostrils were suddenly filled with Joe’s musky scent and you felt your body warm. His neck rested right in front of your face, and it took every fiber of your being not to lean forward and kiss it. You found yourself uncomfortably horny, and it annoyed you. What were you, a high schooler?
Get a grip, you thought to yourself.
After a solid thirty seconds of Joe sitting on you while you attempted to squirm, you found his body weight was starting to crush you.
“Joe?”
“Yes, ma’am?” he replied, not even moving a muscle.
“Can you please get up?” You tried to shift again but were unsuccessful.
“I don’t know, I’m pretty comfortable,” he responded, patting your thigh.
An idea struck you. Without saying a word, you went for Joe’s sides, immediately tickling him.
“Oh fuck, nooooo!” he shouted as he started to squirm. You and Leah both broke out into laughter as Joe dove to the floor to avoid your tickling fingers. You threw your arms in the air in celebration.
“I win!” you exclaimed.
“No way, you’re not getting away that easy,” Joe countered, moving to stand up. “Two can play that game!”
With a yelp, you immediately took off, running away from the set, with Joe close behind. You bolted past crew members who gave you weird looks as you passed by. You almost made it to the trailers before he grabbed you, tickling your sides. You gave a playful scream as you attempted to break free from his grasp.
“Okay, okay, you win! You win! I surrender!” you shouted as you attempted to wriggle yourself away from him. Joe finally released you, both of you alternating between laughing and panting.
“Damn, I’m out of shape,” you said, trying to catch your breath.
“Me too,” Joe replied, almost doubled over.
The two of you made your way back to the set, plopping back down on the couch where you were before. Leah looked up from her phone.
“I surrendered,” you said, already knowing what she was going to ask.
“Y’all are too much,” she responded, shaking her head and going back to her phone. You turned to Joe.
“But like actually, why are you here? Aren’t you off today?” you asked, genuinely curious.
“Yeah, but I was bored at my condo and there was nothing on TV. So I figured I’d come hang out here,” he answered with a shrug. You smiled.
“Well, we’re glad to have you,” you said, patting his thigh. “I just ask that you try not to crush me again.”
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try,” he answered. “Now I want to see that video you were watching before!”
The three of you hung out on the couch for awhile, giggling and joking around while sharing videos, waiting for the crew to fix whatever wasn’t working on the set. At one point, Joe got up to use the restroom.
“So what’s going on with that?” Leah asked suddenly.
“With what?” you replied, pretending not to know what she was talking about. She nodded in the direction the Joe had gone. “Oh, with Joe? Nothing is going on with that,” you smoothly lied. Technically it wasn’t a lie, because nothing really was going on. You just had a simple crush.
“You guys do an awful lot of flirting for two people with nothing going on between you,” Leah countered with a smirk. Before you could argue, Joe reappeared.
“What did I miss?” he questioned, dropping onto the couch.
“Nothing important,” you responded. Leah gave you a knowing look and you stuck your tongue out at her.
After another twenty or so minutes, shooting was finally ready to begin. You and Leah were filming the scene where your characters kiss for the first time after their date. Since Leah’s character Eliza was meant to represent playful love, you channeled the feelings you’ve felt towards new romances in the past. You tried to think about the feeling of butterflies in your stomach whenever your character interacted with Eliza.
“So, can I see you again?” you said, a hopeful smile on your face.
“I would like that a lot,” she replied, mirroring your smile. After a moment, you leaned forward, not yet breaking the eye contact. Leah closed the gap, kissing you gently. You cupped her face as you kissed her back. After a few moments, you both pulled away, both smiling brightly.
“CUT! Thanks ladies! We’re gonna fix some lighting and then do it again!” Julia shouted.
You turned to make your way back to the couch, suddenly locking eyes with Joe, who was staring at you from across the room, an unreadable look on his face. Once he realized you were looking at him, he looked back down at his phone. You cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by Joe’s stare.
You arrived at the couch, taking a seat next to Joe.
“You alright there, Mazzello?” You noticed he had a bit of a blush on his cheeks. Was this in response to your kiss with Leah?
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” he answered, not bothering to look up from his phone.
“Just wondering. You seem to be a little red in the face there,” you countered, smirking. He finally looked up at you, returning the smirk.
“The curse of being a ginger, I’m afraid,” he replied coolly, before looking back at his phone.
“Fair enough,” you said, not quite convinced. You liked the idea of Joe being turned on by you kissing Leah. You especially liked the idea that he might even be jealous that she got to kiss you. After all, even though you and Joe’s characters ended up together in the end, there was no kiss in the script.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, eventually being joined by Leah once again. After another ten minutes, the lighting was set and the two of you were called back over. You proceeded to do your scene again, including the kiss.
This time, after Julia yelled cut, you immediately looked over towards the couch, hoping to catch Joe in the act again. But you found the couch empty.
After a few more hours, Julia was satisfied with the footage and shooting wrapped for the day. Joe never reappeared, which bummed you out.
“Wonder where Joe wandered off to,” you said, walking with Leah towards the trailers. She immediately gave you another knowing look. “Oh shut up,” you replied, causing her to giggle.
Once you made it back to your trailer, you grabbed your stuff to head back to your apartment. You pulled out your phone and scrolled until you found Joe’s name in your contact list.
Where’d you disappear to?
The response came almost instantaneously.
A friend who lives here in town wanted to meet up for coffee.
Oh, nice!
Why? Did you miss me?
You paused, unsure how to respond. You really liked having him around and getting attention from him. But you wanted to play it cool. Besides, you were determined not to let this crush get out of hand. Only bad things have happened when you’ve gotten into relationships with co-stars.
More like you missed out on some more adorable cat videos.
Oooh, send them to me! Pleeeeeease!
Once you got to your car, you pocketed your phone. You nearly sped back to your apartment, not wanting to miss an opportunity to talk to Joe more. You finally arrived at your temporary home and immediately started sending Joe some videos. The two of you texted the rest of the night, sending each other dumb memes and silly pictures until you fell asleep, phone still in your hand.
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Sanders Sides: Tangled AU (LAMP/CALM)
Chapter 8 part 2
"I found the guards!" He said with a grin, proud of himself.
Roman, Logan, Patton, and Ann quickly ducked away behind the bar, the three thieves pale and worried as the the joyful mood in the air quickly changed to fear and regret.
"Where are they!" The guard captain asked as he pushed past the thug and into the room.
"Where are they, I know they're in here," he continued as he looked around the room."I'll turn this place upside down if I have to." He said as he slammed his fist down on the counter.
He and his men fanned out, searching the lower level as well as upstairs.
Roman, ever curious, peaked his head over the top of the counter, and paled even more as he saw the two Stabbington brothers being lead inside, quickly ducking back down before he was seen.
Something was suddenly pressed against his shoulder, and he looked up to see the bald man with the hook there, who motioned with his eyes for them to move.
He waited for the guards to all be distracted, before pulling a lever, which lowered the floor behind the bar, revealing a secret passage way.
"Go," the man said."Love your dreams." He added.
Ann gave him a small smile before sliding inside, followed by Logan's and Roman.
"Thank you for everything." Patton said with a smile before following the other three down, making the bald man smile.
"I believe this is one of the men you are looking for." Vladimir said as he held up the little old man from earlier, who held out his wrists to the captain of the guard.
"You got me!" He slurred with a large grin, showing his missing teeth.
The captain just looked between the old man and Vladimir in disbelief, wondering if the thug was actually stupid enough to think that this was one of them, of if he was just messing around.
"Sir," one of his men said as they came down the stairs."there's nothing upstairs." He said.
The captained cursed softly, and was about to say something when the door burst open, revealing the large white horse from earlier.
"Thomas," the captain said with a grin as he stared at his horse.
The horse immediately began sniffing at the ground like a bloodhound, following a trail of scent to the bar.
"What's he-" one of the guards began, but was quickly cut off by the captain covering his mouth as he stared intently at the horse.
Thomas continued to sniffer for a few moments before looking at the captain and neighing as he gestured with his hoof at one of the taps.
The captain just looked at him in confusion, not understanding.
Thomas let out an exasperated whinny before shoving the tap forward, which then cause the floor behind the bar to open.
"A passage!" The captain said."Alright men, after them." He said, as he and his men -along with Thomas- quickly ran down the steps."and you!" The captain called back to one guard."watch those two and make sure they don't escape!" He said.
The guard nodded, and turned to the two Stabbington brothers with his spear raised in a threatening position.
The two didn't seem to care, giving the man blank stares before one suddenly leaned forward and head-butted him, knocking the man out.
His brother caught the mans spear as he fell, and used it to break his brothers brothers chains, then said brother took the spear and used it to break his brothers chains as well.
"Let's play it safe," on of them said as he rubbed his wrists."we'll go get the crown." He continued as he smirked at his brother.
The two then hopped over the counter to follow the guards.
-outside with Deceit-
Deceit looked through the window, seething with rage as he watched the two Stabbington brothers leave on their own.
So my precious little flower decided to run away from home, he thought to himself, I'll just have to-
His thought where cut off by a small drunk-looking little old man who came out of the tavern, singing softly.
"I've got a dreeaaam, I've got some dreeeeeams..." but then the man looked up at Deceit, his eyes wideneing as he leaned against the door frame.
"Woah, someone get me a glass, cause I just ground myself a tall drink of water." The man slurred as he looked up at Deceit and winked.
Deceit, although slightly surprised that the man flirted with him, took it in stride and decided to act flattered.
"Oh don't stop it," He said with a small laughed as he put a hand to his chest.
A split second later he was on his knees, one of his snakes shooting out and hissing as it opens its mouth less than an inch away from the old mans bright red nose.
"Don't Tell me where that tunnel lets out." He said darkly as he urged the snake forward a little.
The little old man gasped, taking a second to react before whispering."snake." In fear before looking at Deceits glare.
-with Roman, Virgil, Logan, and Patton-
"So," Roman began as the four of them walked down the tunnel."you handled that pretty well back there." He said as he glanced at Ann.
"Did I really?" Ann asked shyly."I thought I was kinda failing for the most part." He admitted.
"Oh no you did great," Patton said with a bright cheerful smile."and you have such a pretty singing voice." He added, which made Ann blush brightly.
"W-well So d-do you." He said as he looked away due to embarrassment, a small smile on his lips.
"Aw, thank you." Patton said with a smile."and thank you for getting us out'a that pickle," he added."that could have gotten a lot worse." He said.
"Yeah..." Ann said before he turned to look at each of them with a calculating gaze."you guys aren't hurt to bad right? I know it took me a little while to make them stop." He said.
Roman shrugged."nothing to bad, maybe a few bumps and bruises here and there, but it's fine." He said.
"You have a black eye." Ann deadpanned.
"Wait I do?" Roman asked as he reached up and gingerly touched one of his eyes, where it did feel a bit tender.
"So I do...does it look bad?" He asked.
"You look great," Patton said reassuringly."like always." He added with a smile and a wink, which made Roman blush a tiny bit.
"So Ann," Roman began, wanting to change the subject."I know we're not supposed to ask about the father," he began.
"Nope," Ann said as he shook his head.
"or the tower," he continued.
"Uh-uh."
"Frankly I'm to scared to ask about the Bird."
"Remy?"
"My question is," Roman said."If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven't you gone before?" He asked as he looked over at him.
Patton and Logan looked over as well, and though they didn't say it, they'd been wondering that as well.
Ann looked down awkwardly and fiddled with the edge of his shirt as he stumbled over his words.
"Um, w-well...you see, uh, i-it's kinda-" He was cut off by a faint rumble from behind them, then the tunnel began shaking.
The four of them turned to look behind them, and each paled and stared wide eyed as they saw the group of guards running down the tunnel towards them.
"GET THEM!" The captain yelled, prompting his men to move faster.
"Run!" Roman said as he put hand on Ann's back and promoted him to run while Logan grabbed Pattons wrist.
The four ran down the tunnel as fast as they could, stumbling slightly over rocks that were scattered about on the ground in the tunnel.
The guards steadily grew closer and closer to the four of them, surprisingly fast despite all of them wearing bulky armor.
They eventually saw lightly up ahead, and ran even faster to try and get outside, hoping there would be a place to hide.
But as soon as they ran out of the tunnel, they had to skid to a stop, a sharp drop right in front of them.
"Where do we go now?" Roman asked as he looked around for any other pathways or a way down the cliff side.
Before anyone could answer there was a banging down bellow.
The four looked down, and saw he Stabbington brothers just as they tore down a bunch of brittle wooden blanks that had previously boarded up a mineshaft.
"Who are they?" Ann asked as took a few steps back from the edge.
"They don't like us," Roman said as he also took a few steps back.
Before they could do anything else, the guards ran out of the tunnel, pulling their weapons out.
The four whirled around and stared at them as they took a few small steps back.
"Who are they?" Ann asked taking a step behind Patton.
"They also don't like us." Patton said with a weak smile.
Then the horse from earlier ran out, taking an offensive stance in front of the guards as he huffed and snorted at them.
Ann began to think of what they could do, looking around them wildly for any way of escaping.
His eyes eventually caught onto a set of wooden beams from some rundown stricter several yards away. He thought up a quickly plan in his head and took a quick deep breath, before starting to act.
"Take this," He said as he pulled his frying pan out and pressed it against Romans chest before pulling his rope out as well.
He quickly turned and threw the side with the hook at the beam, watching as the rope wrapped around the wood several times before the hook latched on as well.
He gave it a quick tug before wrapping the rope around his and and then wrapping his free arm around Patton's waist.
"Hold on." He said before jumping off the edge of the cliff, holding Patton close as the other male shrieked and latched onto Ann like a limpet. Remy flew next to them, sticking close to Virgil.
Ann swung them up and around, focusing on keeping his hold on both Patton and the rope before allowing them to swing onto another ledge of rock not to far away from the one Logan and Roman were on.
He looked back as he stood and unhooked his rope, seeing Roman and Logan fighting the guards, although Roman was doing more of the fighting while Logan was mainly distracting them or dodging blows.
"Roman!" Ann called as he swung his rope around before growing the end with the hook towards them.
Roman looked up from where he had been fighting the horse -which was somehow able to wield a sword- and quickly caught the rope, wrapping it around his hand before wrapping his other arm around Logan waist.
He then smirked at the horse cockily before jumping over the edge with Logan.
Virgil used both hand to hold onto the rope as he swung the two of them over to a much more intact structure.
"Look out guys!" Patton called as he saw the Stabbington brothers right bellow where Roman and Logan would be swinging.
The two teen curled up their legs and Ann took a few steps back, pulling the rope up so that they were out of reach from the two thugs.
He then help the two of them swing up towards the structure, where they had a rough but secure landing.
A loud thumping behind Patton and Ann caused them to look behind them, where they saw the horse kicking against a support beam with its hind legs.
After a few hard kicks the beam broke free -tearing a large hole in the dam behind them- and fell down across the gap between the horse and Patton and Ann, allowing the horse to begin to cross over.
"Jump!" Roman called from where he and Logan were, both of them having a secure hold on the rope.
Ann hesitated, before moving to the edge, where Patton got onto his back and wrapped his arms around his neck.
He took awhile of the rope with both hands before jumping off the edge just as the horse finished crossing over onto their ledge of rock.
Logan and Roman held the rope tightly as the two other teen swung down to the ground, and immediately began to run.
They let go of the rope as Ann pulled on it, before beginning to hazardously scramble down the structure, which began to break during their descent due to it being so old and worn.
They managed to get down to the ground unscathed, and quickly caught up with Patton and Ann.
Then the dam that had been behind them burst open due to the hole and the missing support beam, sending down a wall of water that was several stories high.
The flood of water quickly swept up the horse and all the guards, completely demolishing the old rickety structures before sweeping up the two Stabbington brothers as well.
The four of them ran faster as the water raced behind them, knocking over large piles of stones and pillar looking rocks, sending the huge rocks down and toward the four teens and raven.
Roman grabbed onto Ann's wrist and pulled him faster while Logan did the same for Patton, running towards an open mineshaft in front if them, hoping they could get away by going through it.
They just barely managed to get inside, Remy swooping in at the last second before a large bile of rocks slammed down at the entrance, and water began to flood inside between the cracks.
The four boys stood panting for a few seconds before moving the try and go down the tunnel, but found a wall of rocks there instead, where a cave-in must have happen.
Roman and Ann began to try and dig at the rocks, the former hitting at them with Ann's frying pan, while Patton and Logan tried to search bellow the rapidly rising water for any means of escape.
Patton and Logan both broke the surface of the water with twin gasps.
"It's no use," Patton said."I can't see anything." He said as he looked at Roman and Ann in the darkness with a defeated expression.
Ann, not wanting to believe Patton, took a deep breath before diving down as well only for Logan to wrap his arms around the teens waist and pull him back up.
"There's no point," he said as he held Ann up."its pitch black down there, you'll only get hurt." He said as he slowly let him go.
The four of them treaded water in silence for a few seconds, the only sound being the water as it continued to rush inside.
Then Ann sniffed, and the other three looked at him.
"This is all my fault," He mutter as he pressed his back against the rocks and held a hand to cover one of his eyes.
"F-father was right, I-I never should have done this..." he continued as tears began to well up in his eyes."I'm s-so sorry." He said as he sniffed again, beginning to cry as he looked down, refusing to meet their eyes.
"Hey, it's okay," Patton said as he moved in front of him," everything will be alright Ann, I promise."
Ann shook his head."Virgil...." He muttered, causing Patton to give him a confused face.
"My name is Virgil," he said as he reluctantly looked up at him."I-I'm sorry for lying to you, I should have told you in the beginning, but I didn't know if I could...if I could..."
"If you could trust us?" Roman finished for him in a soft voice, earning a small nod from Ann.
"Well, your actions are understandable," Logan said."we did break into your home and we are technically criminals, it was very smart not to tell us your name right away." He said.
"And for the record," Patton said,"I'll like Virgil more than Ann." He said as he smiled at him.
Virgil gave him a weak smile back, and let Patton pull him into a hug, quickly joined by the other two as they water reached their necks.
He closed his eyes and pressed his face against Patton's neck, exacting that he was going to die.
He didn't know who it was, but some started to gently run their fingers through his hair that had come out of its bun at some point.
His hair......
His hair!!!
He snapped his eyes open and pulled back from the hug, startling the other three.
"My hair!" He said as he looked at the three.
"Oh, um, sorry," Roman began,"did you not-" Virgil cut him off by shaking his head.
"No no it wa okay, but I know how we might survive!!" He said frantically as the water rose to the point where his head bumped the ceiling.
"How?" Logan asked, staring at him like he'd gone insane.
"I have magic hair that glows when I sing!" Virgil said.
"You What?"
Virgil ignored him in favor of taking a deep breath and bugging to sing as fast as he could as the water rose even more and began to cover their heads.
"Flower gleam and glow, let your power-" he was cut off as the water completely surrounded them, but he squeezed his eyes shut and continued to sing in his head, and soon felt the familiar tingle of his hair beginning to glow.
He snapped his eyes open and saw the shocked expressions of the other three as hey stared at his brightly glowing hair.
But he ignores them in favor of looking around for a way out.
He quickly saw a small trail of sand and dirt being sucked through the rocks, and motions for the others to start digging.
They quickly caught on, and the four of them began to frantically dig through the rocks, moving even faster as the glow from Virgil's hair began to fade, leaving th in darkness again.
It felt like hours but a.m. was actually only seconds before the four of them broke through to the other side, the building pressure of the water pushing all the rocks away and sweeping them through the hole and outside.
They each burst through the surface of the water, gasping loudly for air and panting heavily as they drifted for a few seconds, before each of them began to swim towards the bank of the river they'd ended up in, pulling themselves out of the water and flopping down onto the ground, Virgil helping Remy onto land first though.
"We're alive." Patton said in disbelief as he panted, laying face down on the grass.
"Your hair glows!" Roman said as he sat up and looked at Virgil, who was still panting and laying on his back.
"Why does your hair glow! Has it always done that? What does-"
"Roman," Virgil cut in as he carefully sat up.
"It...it doesn't just glow." He said hesitantly as he looked at the other three teens, who all stared at him in varying levels of shock and curiosity.
To be continued
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Pacific Rim: Chris and Daisy
I wanted to re-draw some old OCs I never finished, so here you have Chris and Daisy from Pacific Rim! It's been forever damn, 2013 seems like a lifetime ago... I'm so happy that I finally get to draw my OCs actually looking like how I always wanted them to after all these years! How far we've come!
Jesus this took me forever to write, idk why but suddenly I forgot how to word, so this is pretty bad but I just had to force this out of myself so I could work on other stuff.
I also got myself emotional about Chuck which is a whole other rabbit hole.
Anyways, here you have it!
Jaegerling Project:
Jaegerlings are built and work like Jaegers, except they’re about half the size and can be piloted by 1 Pilot alone. They weren’t made for fighting the Kaiju, instead they were individually developed for cleaning up dead Kaiju, city rubble, and help with the rebuilding works. The project was short lived as the PPDC decided it was more worth it to focus their resources on building more Jaegers, so very few Jaegerlings were actually built and much less survived.
Most notable Jaegerlings:
- PaciFist: Built to help move Kaiju carcasses and destroyed Jaegers
- Criminality: Built to clean up city rubble and help with rebuilding.
Name: Christine „Chris” Smith (Kovács Krisztina) Born: 1999. May 1st (Taurus) Age: 26 (Operation Pitfall) Gender: Female Rank: - PPDC Ranger (Formerly) - J-Tech Officer
Jaegers: - PaciFist (Former Pilot) - Pacific-R.I.M. (Former Pilot) (Pacific-Robust Integrated Mechanism) - Striker Eureka (Head Mechanic)
History:
1999. May 1st: Chris was born in Hungary. Her Mother left when she was young and she was left with her Father. She had a natural talent for machines since she was young and essentially grew up in her Father’s mechanic shop.
2013: When the Kaiju attacked her Father was always vocally thankful it’s happening as far from them as possible, and for a time she agreed. However when the attacks didn’t stop she began to feel helpless and angry that they aren’t doing a good enough job of stopping them. She had the insatible urge to DO something.
2014: When the first Jaegers were born she immeadetly knew THAT’S where she had to be. However her father was heavily against her doing anything near the Jaeger Program, specially how it was still in baby shoes. So she decided to run away to join the Jaeger Program for the greater good. She took on a whole new persona, going as far as pretending to be a boy, to avoid her Father tracking her down and to avoid him finding out if anything happened to her. She made friends with a military doctor who helped her fake her gender all the way through the Academy. She was a promising pilot but her personality didn’t match up with anyone and they failed to find her a pilot for the longest time. She was closed off and distant with nearly everyone, mainly in fear of being found out, but otherwise got along moderalty with generally everyone. Until she met Daisy at the Academy, who got under her skin right away, she had an immediate distaste towards her and they kept butting heads and getting into bigger and bigger conflicts. It also frustrated her how easily Daisy got her flustered which she didn’t dare to think too deeply about. When they were proved to be potentially drift compatible Chris was conflicted, she didn’t want to drift with Daisy of all people, but she wanted to be a pilot more than anything, in the end she decided this is the risk she has to take.
During their test drift Daisy found out Chris is actually a girl faking her identity at the Academy and in a moment of shock she accidentally outed her. Chris outraged and out for vengence did some digging around and found out Daisy’s parent’s donation to the PPDC, and as a result they’re both looking to get kicked out from the PPDC. However thanks to their potential and great scores, they both get an offer from the PPDC, they’re dismissed from the normal Jaeger Program, but they could become the first test pilots of the Jaegerling Project. Chris immeadetly volunteers, unaware Daisy will be involved as well.
2016: After „graduating” Chris gets assigned to the Jaegerling called PaciFist and spends the following years moving Kaiju carcasses and destroyed Jaegers after the battles. She’s content with her job, not what she had in mind but she can still prove herself useful, while still studying Jaeger ont he side.
2017: Until one day there’s a Kaiju attack that couldn’t have been intercepted by a Jaeger in time. Chris was stationed in a nearby Shatterdome with her Jaegerling, while Daisy was working out in the city helping to re-build with R.I.M. and they decided to risk their lives holding back the Kaiju now called Ryujin until the Jaeger arrives. Both R.I.M. and PaciFist were very badly damaged in the battle but the Jaeger arrived in time saving Daisy and Chris’s lives as well. The Kaiju’s body was never recovered but they assumed it died. Both Daisy and Chris gets an unspecificed time recovery leave, their Jaegerlings dismantled, waiting for further orders.
2018 : They’re summoned by Marshal Stacker Pentecost. He offers them a brand new Jaeger to co-pilot, built from the remaining parts of both PaciFist and R.I.M., called Pacific-R.I.M. Chris is relucant to accept the offer, both at the fact that they nearly died last time, and the fact that she’d have to pilot with Daisy. However after some unvoncing and apologising from Daisy she accepts and decides to give their teamwork a chance. After long hard work they becom an unstoppable team, their drift compatibility one of the best. Chris’s flusteredness towards Daisy returns as the other girl begind to flirt with her as the time passes. Soon she realises she likes the other girl as well and they begin dating.
They piloted Pacific-R.I.M. together for 3 years.
2021: They did a couple of double drops with Striker Eureka, who they proved to be a good team with. Chris had a bit of a friendly rivarly going with Chuck whenever they met in person. One day while they were stationed at the same Shatterdome, Ryujin re-emerged. Pacific-R.I.M. got deployed first and almost killed the Kaiju, but the tide turned on them and Pacific-RI.M. got badly damaged. Chris got hurt badly, and her side of the Jaeger short circuited. Daisy ejected the hurt Chris out of an escape pod and stayed to hold back Ryujin herself. Striker Eureka joined the battle soon and finished off Ryujin but Pacific-R.I.M. was beyond saving this time. They recovered Daisy, barely alive and in critical condition. She lost her left leg from the knee down and her nervous system suffered heavy damage too. Chris stayed by her side for months, but the guilt was killing her and she decided she can’t watch Daisy waste away anymore, so she left.
She went back home to her Father, who welcomed her with open arms. It turned out even if at first he was panicked and outraged she left, in the present he’s proud of her, how far she has come and how much she has done. This gave her enough will to get her fighting spirit back again. She knew she could never pilot another Jaeger again, not without Daisy, so she threw herself into J-Tech and became a mechanic. At the least she could help by fixing and upgrading the Jaegers between battles.
2023: She became the head of Striker Eureka’s mechanic team, where she met Chuck and Herc again. A few years ago she would have given anything to get to work on Striker but now she would give anything to get „a few years ago” back. Chuck became an annoying brat since last time she saw him and she was more than ready to deck him. Which she did sometimes when they decided to take out their problems in sparring sessions. They butted hands on working Striker as well since Chuck preffered to work on her as well while Chris believed it was a job for the mechanics only. Through all this they grew really close and started to help eachother out with their problems. It wasn’t a good solution to either of their issues but it was something. In the end they became basically „more than best friends with benefits”, neither of them ever admitted they „dated” but Chris loved him regardless. They drifted eactly once in a simulator and they were so in sync it was considered pairing them up for a Jaeger which Chris refused in Daisy’s memory.
2025: She got re-located to the Hong Kong Shatterdome along with Striker’s whole crew. There she was re-united with Daisy, which she didn’t take well. All the guilt that’s been the back of her mind all this time came crashing back as the old wounds re-opened. Chuck convinced to go talk with Daisy, meanwhile she convinced Chuck to talk with Raleigh. She apologised and confessed all her guilt to Daisy, who after a small fight forgave her, because she wasn’t sure what she would have done in her place either. After Chuck died she was heartbroken, they stayed with Daisy and they helped eachother heal. Soon it turned out she got accidentally pregnant, Daisy stayed by her side the whole time and after she gave birth they officially got back together.
Personality: Chris had been an emotional person all her life, she thinks with her heart first and foremost. However because of this she has a tendency to have emotional outbursts if she’s put under lots of stress as the logical side of her brain struggles against her emotions. Because of this she developed a level of anger issues she tries to get better from. She usually tries to hold back all her emotions and put up a cold and distant front. Because of this she became a grumpy and cynical person for a long time. However under all this, she craves emotional intimacy and familiarity. She’s also a rather serious person, who tries to follow the rules the best she can. As long as she agrees with them. As soon as she runs into a rule that requires her to go against her own morals she yeets out the rulebook the window.
Name: Daisy Grande Born: 1997. August 20th (Leo) Age: 28 (Operation Pitfall) Gender: Female Rank: - PPDC Ranger (Formerly) - K-Science Officer
Jaegers: - Criminality (Former Pilot) - Pacific-Rim (Former Pilot) - K-Science (Biology Research)
History:
1997. August 20th: Daisy was born into a very rich family, in France. Her parents were big investors in science development. She had a strong natural charisma ever since she was little, popular, confident, always the center of the attention, a natural leader. Like her parents she always wanted to make a difference in the world growning up and she developed a knack for biology along the way.
2013 : When the Kaiju attacked and the PPDC was founded she immediately wanted to join the Jaeger Academy, and her parents figured where else would she be the safest in the world than with the PPDC? So they quietly donated a huge amount of money to the PPDC to accept her to the Academy BUT keep her out of any actually dangerous service.
2014: She joined the Academy amongst the first people. Like anywhere else she was popular at the Academy amongst the other cadets and with her officers, however when she met Chris, who really didn’t like her, she was amused by him, so she kept teasing him and trying to get a rise out of him whenever she could. Their constant conflicts revealed them to be promisingly drift compatible, which Daisy found even more amusing. During their test drift she found out Chris is actually a girl faking her identity at the Academy and in a moment of shock she accidentally outs her. What she didn’t expect was that in revenge Chris did some digging around and found out her parent’s donation to the PPDC, and as a result they’re both looking to get kicked out from the PPDC. Daisy was outraged by her parents going behind her back, everything she thought she achieved by herself for once had been a lie. Almost everything. They both get an offer from the PPDC, they’re dismissed from the normal Jaeger Program, but they could become the first test pilots of the Jaegerling Project. Daisy accepts the offer, more than eager to prove herself. Little does she know Chris also joined the Project until they’re forced to work side by side.
2016: After „graduating” Daisy gets assigned to the Jaegerling Criminality. For the following year she cleans up and helps rebuild destroyed cities.
2017: Until one day there’s a Kaiju attack that couldn’t have been intercepted by a Jaeger in time. Chris was stationed in a nearby Shatterdome with her Jaegerling, while Daisy was working out in the city helping to re-build with Criminality and they decided to risk their lives holding back the Kaiju now called Ryujin until the Jaeger arrives. Both Criminality and PaciFist were very badly damaged in the battle but the Jaeger arrived in time saving Daisy and Chris’s lives as well. The Kaiju’s body was never recovered but they assumed it died. Both Daisy and Chris gets an unspecificed time recovery leave, their Jaegerlings dismantled, waiting for further orders.
2018 : They’re summoned by Marshal Stacker Pentecost. He offers them a brand new Jaeger to co-pilot, built from the remaining parts of both PaciFist and Criminality, called Pacific-R.I.M. Daisy, excatic at the chance to become official PPDC Rangers accepts, and convinces Chris to accept too. After long hard work they becom an unstoppable team, their drift compatibility one of the best. As they grew closer Daisy started to develop feelings for Chris. At first she was in mild gay panic but she quickly came around to embrace her feelings and started to playfully flirt with the other girl. Soon they began dating.
They piloted Pacific-R.I.M. together for 3 years.
2021: They did a couple of double drops with Striker Eureka, who they proved to be a good team with. One day while they were stationed at the same Shatterdome, Ryujin re-emerged. Pacific-R.I.M. got deployed first and almost killed the Kaiju, but the tide turned on them and Pacific-RI.M. got badly damaged. Daisy ejected the hurt Chris out of an escape pod and stayed to hold back Ryujin herself. Striker Eureka joined the battle soon and finished off Ryujin but Pacific-R.I.M. was beyond saving this time. They recovered Daisy, barely alive and in critical condition. She lost her left leg from the knee down and her nervous system suffered heavy damage too. She was in coma for 2 years.
2023: She woke u pin to find Chris had left the PPDC, and her, and she was told she could probably never drive a car again, let alone pilot a Jaeger. Her nervous system damage requires constant medication. She felt beyond despaired and betrayed and refused to leave her bed her weeks. Her parents visited her a couple of times but their pity „I told you so” attitude only made her angry. Her old fire of proving them wrong came back and decided to prove them wrong once again. She threw herself into K-Science, mostly to find a way to fix her nervous system, but also to understand Kaijus better. Soon enough she was trading messeges with Newton Geiszler and occasionally working together with him.
2025: She moved to the Hong Kong shatterdome with the other scientists where she was re-united with Chris. She was still bitter Chris just left her like that, but she understood, and deep down still held her old love for her. However seeing her with Chuck Hansen (she found the fact that she was dating Chuck of all people super amusing) now she decided to just stay friendly, there was no need making things more miserable before the end of the world. Chris did apologise to her and they had a long talk about their old and current relationship. After Chuck sacrificed himself in Operation Pitfall, she stayed by Chris’s side, supporting eachother as they grew close again. After Chris gave birth they got back together and raised the kid together.
Personality: Daisy has a strong reasonable and charismatic personality and a logical mind. She easily gets along with nearly everyone and understands others’ motives even if she doesn’t like them or agrees with them. She’s stubborn and tougher than most people would give her credit for. Because her parents always gave her everything she ever needed she has a strong urge to prove herself, to prove she really does worth as much as she thinks she does. She also has a sassy and kinda charming humor, that tends to annoy more serious minded people. Because despite her reasonable leader-like personality she is actually an easy going almost trouble making person. Actually she is a trouble maker. Rules were never her forte as she never really had to hear „no” in her life that often, this is both her greatest weakness and greatest advantage. She always keeps pushing on if she’s told no. This could either lead to a scientific discovery, or a harsh dressing down by her superiors. But most of all, behind all this, she’s a really kind and forgiving person, but she doesn’t give her care just to anyone.
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Art by @mexcraziness
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Pacific Rim belongs to Guillermo del Toro
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