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0tivez · 2 years ago

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can I request for a yandere Gojo smut?? btw I’m 21🥺

yandere gojo

note: i am. genuinely sorry for not posting sooner anon. it has been literal months. hope you're still around to see this :( also i love you for writing your age <3 content wise, i wanted to say this is more of a slight yandere and not full on murder kinda stuff. maybe that could be for another time tho

warnings: yandere!gojo x afab!reader, toxic, public sex, no protection, i think i gaslight reader at one point from my pov so toxic zee i guess. mdni.

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"say it" the tall man hisses above you

you want to respond, you really do, but his large palms over your mouth hold you back. only muffled mumbles can be heard in the cramped room your bodies were stuck in.

"use your words, doll." two fingers slide inside your wet cunt as his hot breath hit your skin. "what do we say when we misbehave?"

"sorry!" you yelp under his palm. your voice is shaky but this time clear. satoru's long fingers have since moved on to squeezing your puffed up cheeks with two of his fingers. he's amused by how easily he can handle your face easily with just his fingers. you look so small compared to him, he feels so powerful next to you. on a normal day, you would enjoy the size of your boyfriend as well, but today is different.

"good. do you remember what i told you before? hm?" his fingers start to vigorously open and close inside you. he moves his fingers expertly in scissoring motions, it's unfair how much he reminds you of his experience when he doesn't even let you look at other men. you're frustrated, but can't do anything when he has you under his grip like this.

"y-yes." your back arches before satoru's chest. your head presses stronger against him and you reach behind to grab onto satoru's thighs. he has you under control, he will make you confess to all of your dirty little secrets. those being...

"i told you i would kill those guys that would try to talk to you, is that right?" his sadistic voice sends shivers down your spine. it's getting harder to focus on his words each second that goes by, yet you still keep your composure and answer.

"yes."

"and you still went on to talk with them?"

"...yes"

you hear a small huff. satoru's face is painted with a terrifying smirk, one that would confuse you about how he is feeling.

"what does that make you?" his voice is still stoic, empty of any kind of emotions.

"'t-toru, it was just... about the quiz-"

"does it fucking matter?" he growls. his raspy voice fills the small toilet he locked you in. and because his hands were reaching down inside further, pressing roughly against your wet walls, you were too busy to be scared of everyone outside that could hear you.

you choose to stay silent. which wouldn't be much of an option if you hesitated for a few more seconds, because the salty taste of your juices on your boyfriend's fingers would keep you quiet anyways. satoru reaches the fingers he fucked you with down your throat. his free hand grips your neck tightly. satoru was seeing red. the thoughts of you flirting with that dude he caught you with flashed his mind. how you would smile to him, push the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, how softly you would kiss him, how you would moan his name under him. no, he couldn't fuck you like satoru. no one could make you feel as good as satoru did. he wouldn't even compare himself to other scums at all but times like these when you test his jealousy... fuck, how dare you? he told you he would kill anyone that would bat an eye on you, right? you knew this, why were you talking to that guy then? fucking whore. you think someone else can fuck you better than satoru? you can find someone else that would hit your cervix with every thrust? someone that can make you see god with just his tongue? you don't deserve satoru's attention, and he will prove to you that if you dare leave him for someone else, you would come crawling back to him.

"you're really testing me, doll. god, you drive me crazy"

you gasp for air but with one hand on your neck and fingers down your throat, it doesn't seem possible. your face turns redder and your eyes tear up. satoru knows where your limit is, the line between pain and pleasure. the whites of your eyes show as you roll your eyes back. you feel tingling down your stomach and your cunt aches for attention. you squeeze satoru's joggers tightly from behind you. you're on edge. seconds away from crying for help. satoru knows your limits. he lets your neck free.

"suck on them." he orders with his emotionless voice once again.

you let yourself breathe again before you meet his command. you gasp, small noises escape your plush lips. satoru softens for only a millisecond. you look as cute as you do when he fucks you in his bed with your arms wrapped around his neck, whispering i love you's in his ear. for now, he lets anger take over his body and not let sweet nothings trick him.

you twirl your tongue around his lengthy fingers and lock your lips around them. he's knuckles deep, the view of his veiny arms feel heavenly for you. satoru presses your lower body to his erection and moves you up and down slowly. he grinds himself on your ass, it takes you not long to grind on him by yourself without his help. only then satoru gives attention to your breasts; he suqeezes one tightly, just his palm is enough to have it moved entirely. he squeezes until his knuckles turn white. you squeeze your eyes shut and let a moan escape in response. you clench your walls to emptiness, the feeling frustrating you.

"this was all you wanted though, right? to drive me crazy so i can fuck you in public like this."

not really, though you can't correct him now. you truly was just helping a classmate of yours with the quiz topics. you were wise enough to keep the conversation short, but not quick enough to finish before your boyfriend entered the cafe. your friend must have felt confused to see your reaction. you stood there still, eyes wide and scared with the view of satoru's warm and welcoming face. his face was painted with a teethy smile, even his eyes were squeezed. a sight that would make any woman happy made you scared of what was to come. you were right to be scared, though, since he dragged you to the shallow bathroom behind the cafe and, well...

"you really do love attention. my attention isn't enough for you?" his voice cracks- well, more like he cracks his voice to make you feel guilty. "i should show those bastards you're mine, then."

satoru's soft lips latch on to the soft skin on your neck, right on the spot you're most sensitive. you hum with his action. satoru keeps sucking on the skin until he's sure he's left a mark. his licks the skin and tugs on it, even using his teeth at times. he's kissing you, licking you and biting you as he massages your breasts under your t-shirt harshly. his whole body aches for you.

you call his name for him to remove his fingers. "please, fuck me" you plead, or beg. satoru laughs to himself. he keeps his witty responses to himself, cause he knows if you begged with your shaky voice once again he would absolutely lose it and cum before he can even feel your wet walls clench around him.

he frees his erect dick from his grey sweatpants and lowers your shorts enough to expose your ass. the sudden cold air surprises you, but your boyfriend's twitching cock surprises you even more. satoru grabs his dick and teases your folds with his tip. he slides the tip inside slightly. the sensation gives you butterflies.

"i bet i can make you cum with just my tip. you think anyone else can do that?"

satoru enters his length painfully slow. as he gets further inside, his breathing becomes heavier and soon enough, he squeezes his eyes and throws his head back. he assists your hips by placing his hands on them.

one, harsh thrust.

one harsh thrust and your knees are already weak. you feel knots inside your stomach and your heart beats like it's going to burst out of your chest. god, you exclaim with gratitude in your voice.

your boyfriend increases his speed exponentially. with each thrust, you feel as if he was going to pierce your insides. with the help of his hands, he can assist you to dig deeper inside of you. but it's not enough. he needs more of you, he needs to see you. he needs to touch unexplored places, to hear sounds no man has ever heard before.

satoru places his palm on your back and swiftly bend you over. you balance yourself by grabbing the door handle. satoru lands a slap on your bare ass, leaving his mark once again. squeezing, slapping, squeezing again. you are satoru's toy, he will please himself as he wishes and right now, you can't protest in any way. not when your only support is him. because without satoru's tight grip, you would be eye level with the floor.

"you drive me fucking crazy." satoru manages to let out in between the loud slap noises. you? you were too lost in pleasure to make out his words.

"you'll make me a murderer one day. fuck." you're amazed at how much he can keep his posture and speed, he has incredible stamina. and god, how his mere palms were enough to cover your entire butt, even imagining it brings you to the edge.

"toru!" you yelp.

satoru slaps your cheek from behind before quickly covering your mouth.

"shut the fuck up. do you want someone to hear us?" satoru's eyes clench so much that creases on his forehead appear. a monstrous gaze looks over you. your warmth embraces his cock and suddenly he feels warm. a tingling starts running from his tip to his head, he feels dizzy. only you can make him feel like that. you must have known this, of course. you think you have the upper hand, you can manipulate him, huh? you know he would stay with you, after all, he can't fuck anyone else like he does with you.

fucking bitch, satoru hisses to himself. his jaw is clenched, teeth gritting. he's furiously penetrating you. he looks down at where your bodies connect. your ass is covered with red palm marks and your cunt is reddened.

"so pretty," satoru sighs. "so fucking pretty."

the tears in your eyes can't be held back anymore. satoru realizes this when he feels wetness on his fingers that grip on your face tightly. it makes him laugh. he accomplished his goal, it appears.

"i'm gonna cum inside you. i'll have you dripping with my cum..." you scream his name, pleading him to do so. "...maybe then you'll remember who you belong to... shit..."

"'toru- 'toru-" you chant to yourself. you're too dumbified to even think of anything else. it's satoru. his body, his voice, his cock... your brain automatically screams his name. satoru, satoru...

satoru feels wetness in his palm, that's when he knows you're close to cumming. well, that and now you're clenching harder than ever. squeezing, milking his cum. satoru's thrusts hadn't changed its pace until now, now he's moving faster but sloppier. the rhythm is lost but you don't mind. the spontaneous thrusts excite you.

"shit... you want me that bad?" satoru leans to your ear. only then he gets a chance to see how good he's been fucking you. your eyes are red, cheeks are puffy and damp. your hair is a complete mess; some strands are matted on your forehead. you desperately hold on to the door handle while you plant your hand right onto the door.

you can hear satoru's breathing. it's heavy, deep but loud. you can only imagine the heavenly look right behind you. as for satoru, he's seeing stars. you're no longer the devil he saw earlier but an angel, and he's more than ready to let you make him see heaven.

his dick spasms inside of you, it makes you feel every single vein that runs along his length through your walls. you arch your back to feel him better as if he wasn't inside your whole body. satoru keeps pushing himself in and out. you feel the waves rise inside you, ready to wash over every inch of your body.

"...cum..." is all you manage to hear and with the green light, you let your whole body loose. you shake around your boyfriend's firm touch. satoru realizes you're loosing balance so he brings you closer to his body. he's hugging you from behind as you're gasping for air. the thrusts have not stopped but your mind is already completely blank. you let him finish himself as he pleases.

redness washes over. with your warm touch, it takes only a couple more seconds for satoru to see white. it's almost as if he can hear the hymns from the gates of heaven, but what you see isn't a god, it's an angel. you hold satoru's firm forearm that holds your chest as he plants your insides with his seed. you feel the warmth wash over your body. he makes you leak of his cum as he promised. you finally feel full and satisfied.

"happy now?" satoru hums in your ear.

"yes." you pant.

"you might want to go back now. you don't want your friends waiting for you, right?"

satoru is right. no one else can fuck you like that. no one else can make you feel like this. and while you can, you should probably start listening to him. or maybe not, if the punishment is this delightful.

damn

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years ago

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Cadaver Fidelitatis

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“I don’t like hospitals,” John says as they reach the gates of the old abandoned building. Zatanna busts the gates and the front door open with a few easy words.

“I don’t think most people like them,” Zatanna says as they walk up the steps and in through the doors. The abandoned hospital is dark, barely any windows and not a single working light left, so Zatanna raises a hand a few magical lightning bugs giving them the ability to see. “But, this is where the big bad beast everyone’s been seeing reports about was last seen.”

“Yeah, but I just really don’t like them. Spent a bit too much time in them as a kid writing off injuries as slips and falls when it was just my dad.”

Zatanna reaches out grabbing his hand and pulling it up to press a kiss to the back of it with a reassuring smile. They walk through the halls Zatanna still keeping hold of his hand till a rustle of sound catches their attention.

They round the corner following the noise their hands readied for battle. A man greets them once they’ve turned the corner, short, pale and scraggly with a blackened smile on his face and a knife pressed to his throat.

“Mr. Necro sends his regards,” he says, voice scratchy and a little unsteady, before he draws the knife across his throat and falls to the ground convulsing.

“Shit,” John says as they run down the hall. A pulsing red wave knocks them both off their feet as the man convulses on the ground one last time.

They both groan as they lift themselves up continuing their rush over towards the body. They both crouch down when they reach him, Zatanna checking for a pulse that’s not there while John looks him over noticing blood on his chest that isn’t from his slit throat.

He brushes the man’s open shirt aside revealing a complicated rune engraved into his chest. He recognizes it immediately an ancient thing that used to be a common practice for warring magicians.

“Son of a bitch,” he says drawing Zatanna’s attention to the chest. She looks at the symbol with the same recognition he did.

“Fuck,” she says emphatically standing up to her full height and stepping back just a bit.

“A goddamn cadaver fidelitatis,” Zee says kicking the dead body. It’s an old curse, ancient and barely used because most people don’t want to die before watching their enemies wither away. “It’s 2022 who’s still doing curses like this. Newsflash wizard supervillains there’s new stuff that doesn’t involve spontaneous suicide.”

“Well, you know Nick, he loves the classics,” John says with a sigh shaking out his shoulders.

Zatanna lets out a long-suffering sigh falling back against the wall and sliding down kicking out her feet in front of her still poking at the dead guy.

“Do you ever just kinda wish we could change our names and permanently hide ourselves from everything and be left alone forever in some little corner of the earth? You know never get cursed or tricked into a curse or anything like that again.”

“Every single time your phone lights up with Bruce’s name on the screen,” he says with a smirk as he crouches back down next to the body.

Zatanna chuckles rubbing at her temples. “That’s the only times?”

“Eh,” he shrugs searching the dead man’s pockets. “Maybe days like today.”

“Maybe,” she huffs fondly knocking her head back against the wall. “So, we’re trapped and this dead asshat on the ground is the only one with magic word to get us out. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

“All thanks to Mr. Necro,” John says disgusted. They’re both so tired of Nick’s bullshit they kinda wish he’d just get on with it and successfully kill them already.

“Ugh, so douchey. Like he was serving us court papers and not a death curse. And he doesn’t even have the decency to do the deed himself, just gets some lower level magician to his dirty work,” Zatanna says lifting back up from ground. She walks the length of the hall until she’s stopped by an invisible force that sparks red when she touches it. “Well there’s this way’s stopping point, bet we can’t even get to the other end of the hall.”

“Death curses that are meant to force people into long painful starvation death aren’t usually known for being giving in terms of comfortable space,” John says brushing off his hands as he stands.

“We could just scream until someone hears us?” Zatanna suggests.

“Soundproof box for cadaver fidelitatis remember,” John says stepping over the body and in front of her.

“Damn, right,” she sighs looking at the body on the floor. “Not that it would matter since that guy’s not looking all too talkative and down for sharing the secret password to get us out of here.”

“Not yet he doesn’t,” John says as he peels off his jacket tossing it onto the floor. He presses a quick kiss to her head before turning back towards the body pushing up his sleeves. He digs in his pocket pulling out the little pocket knife he keeps there.

“John what are you doing?”

“You think there was ever really a beast?” he says trying to change the subject as he kneels down next to the body. “Or did Nick just build a complex ruse he knew we’d chase?”

“Ruse probably, but that doesn’t answer my question,” she says kneeling down next to him.

John sighs flipping the knife open. “Look we can sit here and discuss possibilities and brainstorm, but at the end of it before the lack of dehydration or sleep hits we’re gonna come to the same conclusion there’s only one way he talks.”

Necromancy. It’s a dirty word in their world. Just because someone can do it doesn’t mean they do, there’s a darkness that you touch when you try that seeps into your bones. A darkness that can take months to shake, some even say it never does totally go away.

“John you can’t do this,” she says and he gives her a pointed look. He can, he just doesn’t have to like it. Because even the darkness he’s willing to touch has its limits. “Or at least you can’t do this alone, let me help. Let me take on some of the strength it takes.”

John shakes his head as he loosens his tie. “No way you don’t need this touching you.”

“And you do?” she says meeting his eyes.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he shrugs raising up the pocket knife and plunging it into the dead man’s chest.

“And you’re saying I can’t?”

John drops his head leaving the knife buried in his chest. “I don’t doubt your power, your strength. I never do, but this kind of darkness Zee. It’s something you shouldn’t have to be strong enough to touch. You touch enough of it when you touch me, love,” he says sadly brushing her arm slowly before going back to the knife. He presses it down in a line as far as he can go with just the small knife before pulling it out and wiping it off on his sleeve.

He lifts it to his hand but Zatanna stops him with a gentle touch. “That’s unsanitary.”

“Raising the dead usually is.”

“Yeah, well this is risky enough I don’t need you catching some bloodborne disease as well,” she lifts a hand over the knife whispering one backward word. “Naelc.”

He nods his head at her in thanks.

“Don’t cut too deep either, no massive blood loss okay,” she says resigning herself to just witnessing this.

“A little blood loss never hurt anyone,” John says with a casual shrug drawing the blade across his palm.

Zatanna squints her eyes at him. “That is categorically not true and especially not true when standing inside a hospital where a little blood loss probably hurt a lot of people.”

He smiles at her one of those devil may care nothing scares me smiles of his at her as he lets the blood drip down onto the dead body. He slices the other hand next before carving a simple but infinitely powerful rune into wrist.

He winces a bit as the knife digs in to his already iffy wrist. It’s going to smart even more than usual now.

Zatanna scoots back but stays close enough looking at him with a watchful and protective eye. He tosses the knife then hovers his bloodied hands over the body the Latin rolling from his lips. The dead man’s chest starts to rumble moving and pulsing unnaturally as John closes his eyes. The power surges through him as he presses his hands fully down on the man’s chest the rough skin going soft, soft enough that John can slip his hand through the man’s chest gripping his hand around his heart.

That’s when John opens his eyes, all black and empty hollowness. The Latin becomes more gravely as it slips through his lips, darkness and power crackling around him. Zatanna looks at him unblinking, not afraid of him but afraid for him.

The man’s body convulses once again, the heart in John’s hand beating off time. The dead guy pulls in an unnecessary breath that turns into a violent scream.

“Hey there you dumb git,” John says no longer needing the Latin to do its work. “What’s the bloody password?”

“Fuck off,” he straggles out in broken words. His left arm flails up trying to grab at John and he moves much faster than a dead man can leaning on the arm with his knee keeping it in place.

“Now see I don’t feel like that’s it,” he grits out. The man screams again a wailing moan that echoes through the empty hallway they’re trapped in. “What is it?” John struggles to get the words out pain shooting through every inch of his body the power of the spell scratching at his very bones.

He squeezes on the dead man’s heart particularly hard practically bursting it. The scream he lets out this time is high pitched, broken and bordering on breaking some sort of sound barrier, but only they can hear it. Zatanna winces at the sound.

“Okay, okay, just let me,” he pauses coughing violently blood pouring out of his mouth. “Die.”

“Happy to. Now cough up something more than blood,” John says his shoulders swaying slightly. This is taking a lot out of him and it takes just about every cell in Zatanna’s body not to reach out to him.

“Oblivion,” he barely croaks out and the wave of red rushes back over the hall, the barrier broken.

John lets go of the man’s heart and falls back onto the floor exhausted his eyes shut tight when his head knocks into the wall a little more roughly than he’d like. The mans body deflates more blood just pooling and pooling underneath him.

Zatanna lifts herself up into a crouch and finally lays her hand on him softly cupping his neck. “John,” she whispers rubbing small circles into his tense muscles. He lifts his head and opens his eyes and Zatanna watches as the black that’s taken them over bleeds away to the regular soft blue.

“Let’s not do that ever again,” he says lowly with so much effort Zatanna worries he’s going to pass out.

Zatanna smiles softly at him bringing up one hand and softly rubbing her thumb under one of his so very tired eyes. “Sounds like a good lifelong plan to me.”

She encourages him to stand with a gentle hand under his arm. It’s a struggle getting him up from the ground but they manage. She manages almost entirely on her own dragging him through a portal and back to her apartment in San Fran. There’s no dark magic there, just her and her magic blended into every fiber in the couch and every paint chip on the walls. She thinks it’ll be good for him to get away from it all for a little while.

Getting him cleaned up takes a while, he doesn’t have the energy to stand in the shower so she cleans him up with her magic carefully and swaps him into something more comfortable, something not covered in blood.

“I won’t be sleeping any tonight, Zee,” he says when she tries to guide him to the bed. So she diverts to the living room and flicks on the tv with a hand. There’s always a corny b-movie monster marathon on somewhere at this hour and she finds it leaving it on with the volume low.

John’s barely paying attention to it his mind a million miles away and she knows he won’t be himself for at least a day or two. Fucking necromancy, it only hurts the people who use it for the right reasons. He settles comfortably between her legs pressing his body up close to hers. His eyes are wired open, he’s pretty certain he’s not even blinking.

He always feels a little darkness buzzing at his edges but right now it’s like a livewire. The only thing that’s keeping him grounded to the reality that he’s not as dead as the man who’s heart he was holding in his hands is her touch.

She’s warm, alive, her heart beating under his ear. She’s got one hand buried in his hair that he knows needs a wash but she keeps it in place rubbing at his scalp, the other hand is tangled with one of his, her nails biting into his skin just a little, a reminder that this is real.

She knows what she’s doing and he couldn’t be more grateful for it. Eventually his body is going to force him to sleep and eventually he’s going to wake up screaming when that happens, but for now she’s keeping the darkness ebbed just enough for him to feel alive which is enough.

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jisungsplatforms · 4 years ago

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[Chapter VI: Girl Talk! And...Uh oh.]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, angst (no smut this chapter!)

Chapter Word Count: 4.5k

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It’s been a few days since your date with Jisung and you haven’t seen him since. Was this something you brought upon yourself? Yes.

Dumbass...

You stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about the last text you sent him. ‘Sorry, I think I caught a cold’? Why would you say that to him?! You were so focused on wallowing in shame that the sound of the doorknob twisting did not register in your mind at first.

“Y/N~! I’M BACK!” a feminine voice yelled out as you watched the door flung open all of a sudden. Forgot she’s coming back, you thought as the face of your beloved roommate entered your field of sight. “HELLO~! Oh…”

“Welcome back, Lia,” you greeted her unenthusiastically, staring at her without any expression.

“Girl,” she stopped, taking in the way your body was splayed limply on the créme-colored couch. “I didn’t realize I took your happiness with me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Ha ha.”

Lia closed the door behind her, dragging in her large grey luggage. “Looks like I brought your sense of humor too. Do you want me to go back to Canada to find it?”

Groaning, you sat up, staring at her dead in the eye, while she laughed at her own joke. She struggled with bringing in her suitcase while mumbling about ‘how hilarious she is’ and that she should do standup comedy. Once she had successfully hauled her luggage through the cramped hallway, she pushed it to the corner of the living room before walking to where you were at. She plopped down beside you with a bounce, moving the throw pillow onto her lap.

“So why do you look like...that?”

“Boy troubles.”

“Boy troubles?!” Lia said in shock. “Wow, I never thought I’d hear that from you.”

Taking her words to slight offense, you glared at her, pouting. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! It’s just that—nevermind, continue!”

“Well, okay then... First off, Minho is a menace to society. Never go to a party with him,” you announced, adjusting your position without making any eye contact.

Your roommate chuckled. “What? Why start off like that?”

“It’s an important piece of information,” you waved her off, as if you were telling her to just listen and don’t ask questions. “So, I went to a party with him and Hyunjin a few weeks ago, right?”

“Yeah, how was it by the way?”

“Big. Seo Changbin is a rich motherfucker,” you deadpanned, snapping your neck to finally look at her. Meanwhile Lia laughed boisterously at your unexpected dryness.

“Anyways, Jinnie got DRUNK about thirty minutes later and Minho, being the dear friend he thinks he is, went off flirting with this dude with a red beanie, leaving me to babysit him.”

Lia interrupted. “Hold on, when do these “boy troubles” come in?”

You hushed her, covering her mouth with your foot. She swat your foot away from her face as you spoke. “Wait. I was getting there!” you complained. “So the red beanie dude Min was talking to, the one I mentioned earlier? I thought he was hot as hell, like if I wasn’t so busy dealing with a drunken Hyunie, I would’ve shoot my shot with him but nooo. Minho is a BITCH but it's okay, I still love him, especially since he’s the reason I have a thing now with that red beanie cutie.”

“Girl, really?! How did he do that?”

You sighed, jokingly scolding her, “Maybe if you didn’t interrupt me every damn minute, Julia, I would’ve finished my story faster.”

“It’s not my fault your storytelling skills are horrendous!” she huffed. “But sorry, I won’t interrupt now! Keep going!”

“Okay, so, after a while, I finally got Min to help me, which took like, another thirty minutes, I think? Then fast forward a little, that lazy bitch is driving us home, the drunk bitch is suffocating me with affection, and I’m just wondering why the hell those two are my best friends, but whatever. After Minho dropped me home, I wanted to text him to thank him for helping me wrangle Hyunjin, even though I forced him to, and I thought did, right?” you paused for a moment to see if Lia was still following along. After a subtle nod from her, you continued. “So I thanked ‘him’ then asked ‘him’ if he could give me that red beanie cutie’s number, which, to the total surprise of my dumbass, ended up being him.”

“Ooh...plot twist!” she randomly cheered, making you snort. “Sorry...I just had to add that!”

“It’s okay, that was the perfect commentary for that situation,” you giggled, adjusting yourself on the couch. “But yeah, fast forward again, and we’ve been hanging out, texting, and just recently, went on a date.”

“That’s great, Y/n!” Lia hugged you. She leisurely rocked you until she realized something was wrong with your story. She asked, abruptly letting go of you, “Hold on, why did you leave it at a good ending? Where’s the ‘trouble’?” Before you could answer, the sound of your notifications going off from your phone stopped you. You leaned over to see who texted you, picking it up.

(3) new message(s) from: Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

“Hannie Bear?” Lia giggled. “That’s such a cute nickname. Who’s that? Is that the boy you were talking about?” She proceeded to coo, shaking you around and making kissy noises.

You hushed her, cutely pouting, “Shut up, he gave himself that name.” You playfully pushed her face away, turning to the other side. You tapped on the notification banner to read it from your lockscreen.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hey babe!

i noticed you didn’t come to class today either

are you still feeling sick baby? :( do you want me to come over?

“Huh? I didn’t know you were sick, Y/n,” Lia said slowly. You turned your head to see her looking over your shoulder, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Oh! Uh—That’s funny ‘cause—”

“Y/n, when was the last time you texted that boy?” You stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact with her. “Y/n?” she said sternly.

You sighed guiltily. “3 days ago…4 since I last saw him.” you mumbled, with the fuzz on your socks.

“3!?” she gasped, “Text that poor boy!” You hesitantly unlocked your phone, bringing your phone up to your face.

Me: Yeah, sorry Sung, I’m still kinda sick :( bleh

Please don’t come over! I don’t want you to get sick cause of me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aww but i miss you :((

it’s okay. i won’t bother you now

just take care, okay? Get well soon!

i love you! ❤️

‘I love you’...There’s that stupid sentence again. Why does he keep saying that?

All of a sudden, your roommate pulled your arm towards her, forcing you to show your phone to her. She glared at the screen. “You are a terrible person, you know?” she commented after reading all your messages. You sighed, silently agreeing with her. “Why would you tell him you’re sick!?”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to me! Apologize to ‘Hannie Bear’! Tell him that you’re not sick!”

You spluttered, panicking. “NO! He doesn’t have to know that I’m not sick!” You lunged away from her to move your phone from her as far as you could. Lia payed no attention to your action, a bit confused with your reaction.

“Then why are you lying to him!? Are you avoiding him?”

“NO! I—Y-YES?! I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” you yelled, chucking your phone to her lap. You let out a heavy exhale, rubbing your face while you laid half your body down. Lia got up, locking your phone, and walked in front of you.

“Talk to me, Y/n,” she gently said. “What’s wrong? He seems like a nice guy.”

“He is,” you whispered. “God, he’s so fucking sweet and funny and considerate and—fuck. I don’t know…” She squeezed your arm, silently comforting you. You removed your hands from your face and sat up, looking at your sweetheart of a roommate with uncertain eyes. “Lia, I don’t know how to feel. I’m so confused! I think..everything happened so fast that... I-I’m scared...I don’t wanna fall in love with him. I don’t want to fall in love, in general. I-I’m not ready! I’m so scared that—”

“Listen,” she stopped you, moving to sit beside you again to wrap her arms around you. “I know that every single one of your past relationships weren’t the greatest. But that doesn't mean you should NOT fall in love with anyone anymore. I know it’s scary, but at least...try? And if you really don’t think it will work out, then please don’t lead him on like that. That’s just going to make the whole situation worse. It will only hurt more.”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Lia let go, leaving her hands on your shoulders. “You don’t have to talk to him today but please go to school tomorrow to talk to him, face to face. Deal?”

“Deal.” She brought you back to her arms, hugging you tighter and rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around her figure with the same amount of urgency. The two of you stayed like that for a few sentences until she let go first.

“Thank you for being here for me, Lia,” you muttered into her neck.

She hummed, burying her head into your neck. “Of course. Whenever you need some ‘girl talk’, you know I’ll always be there for you.”

You released yourself from her grip, sniffling. “Welcome back home, again, Jules,” you grinned. “Wanna tell me about your trip back home?”

You walked through the semi-crowded halls, anxious. I’m getting a serious case of deja vu right now, you thought, quietly snickering to yourself. You gripped your bags closer to you, walking in a quicker pace until you reached your locker. Setting the combination of the lock, you swung the door open, digging through the small storage to switch out your books for the day.

“Hey, Y/n!”

You flinched, hearing someone randomly call out your name. Slowly turning around, filled with dread, you saw Seungmin and Jeongin walking up to you. Your shoulders slumped in relief. “Good morning, Y/n,” Seungmin greeted with a warm smile.

“Morning. Wow, it’s amazing to see you early,” you laughed, referring to Jeongin.

He scrunched his face then laughed. “I’ve been coming early for the past few days already. You would’ve known if you’ve been here.”

“Oh yeah, what happened to you? Are you okay?” the other boy asked.

Your heart stopped, panic surging through you. Why are you so scared? They’re not the ones you’re avoiding! You stared at the two boys like a deer caught in headlights. “Uhm...Sorry about the sudden disappearance but I—uh—caught a cold a few days ago.”

“Oh really?” Jeongin said. “I mean, you do look tired though so I guess that explains it, but good to know you’re good now!”

“Are you sure you’re even fully recovered?” Seungmin gave you a subtle stank look. “You should be wearing a mask, or something! Did you remember to bring some medication with you today? Don’t push yourself too much! We don’t wanna be responsible for dragging you to the clinic.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Thanks, Seungmo. I knew I could always count on you.”

“I don’t like getting sick, Y/n. Please respect that.”

Jeongin laughed. “I don’t mind!” he chimed. “Come here and spit into my mouth!”

“Jeongin! What the heck? That’s freaking gross!” Seungmin exclaimed in pure disgust.

You and Jeongin roared with laughter; Jeongin hunched over, laughing even harder when he noticed Seungmin taking small baby steps away from the both of you. “It was a joke, Seungmin!” he wheezed. “Don’t run away!”

“Stop, get away from me.” He swatted the younger’s wandering hands away. Seungmin clicked his tongue, “I mean it. Don’t you dare!”

“Aw, no need to be so mean! We’re friends, aren’t we? And friends share everything together!” you quipped.

“Not ‘everything’— Jeongin, stop!” Seungmin groaned, jokingly pushing Jeongin away as the latter started to rub his chest, laughing. “God, why are both of you so irritating? Gross.”

Your laughs started to die down when you remember a key detail. You weren’t actually sick at all; you didn’t like lying to them even if it was just a small one. Eyes scanning through the halls, you checked to see if there were any unwanted eavesdroppers. “Now I feel bad,” you said, “truth is, I—”

“What’s wrong?” Jeongin asked, stopping his annoying advances. Staring at their worried expressions made you remember that these are Jisung’s friends as well-- so that means they might tell Jisung about your troubles, especially Seungmin.

“I..uh—” your voice cracked, “actually, I wasn’t that sick—I mean, I was, i guess. But it was more of a… ‘mental health’ day! Yeah…” I mean, it kinda was though?

The two boys ‘aww’ed in pity. Seungmin was the first to comfort you. “Do not worry about it, Y/n,” he spoke softly, rubbing your back in comfort, “I know this month’s been busy for you, especially with that project Mr. Kim gave you. I think a mental health day was called for.”

Jeongin stepped forward, patting your shoulder. “Yup! Next time you have a ‘sick day’ call me so we can have one together!” he grinned.

“You know, you’re too eager to skip school, Yeni.” You narrowed your eyes, chuckling. Jeongin shrugged.

“No! It’s more so to comfort you at your lowest! I also don’t wanna go to school either....”

Seungmin scoffed, “There it is…”

“But it’s true! I do also want to be there for Y/n! At least I admitted that I’m also just lazy to go to school.”

The two of you snickered at your younger friend as he frowned. Seungmin tugged on Jeongin bag in an attempt to drag him away. “Let’s go now. The bell’s going to ring soon. I’ll see you later, Y/n. Bye,” he said, waving goodbye. You giggled, the sight of him dragging Jeongin the way he was vaguely reminded you of a dog going on a walk. You waved back to the two of them, internally giggling.

“Oh! Whatever you do, please don’t tell Jisung I’m here today!” you called out. They looked at each other in confusion, wanting to inquire about your odd request. Ignoring their puzzled expressions, you turned around to finish switching out your books. Finally grabbing your Environmental Science textbook, you closed your locker, fumbling with your lock to hook it back onto the handle. Getting a strange feeling of someone watching you, you looked over to your right, catching a glimpse of dark blue hair walking away from you.

You laid in the darkness of your room, the dim brightness of your phone bouncing off of your face being the only source of light. You were scrolling through your social media when a notification banner with a message from Jisung popped up.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hey y/n let’s talk

You sat up in agitation, mentally debating if you should answer him or just pretend you didn’t see his message until you were ready. In a state of panic, instead of swiping the banner away, you accidentally clicked on it. Shit! you thought in horror. You already felt guilty enough for avoiding him, leaving him on read would just make you an asshole.

Me: Hi Sung!

What’s wrong?

You drummed your fingers against your blanket, anxiously waiting for his response.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hmm...nothing :))

i just wanted to check up on you

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, clutching your chest; your heartbeat now calming down. You brought your phone closer to your face, thumbs typing away.

Me: Awww you’re so sweet Sungie

How was your day?

Right as you finally calmed down, his next plethora of messages sent you back into a panic.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: it was good. but...uhm

hey y/n?

just know, even though we’ve only known each other for a month, i still care a lot about you

if there’s anything that’s bothering you PLEASE talk to me, okay?

that’s all i wanted to tell you. take care, okay?

goodnight.

i love you

Your anxiety levels increased tenfold. Did he know? Feeling more guilty than ever, you read his messages over and over again with a heavy heart. I don’t deserve him…He really doesn’t deserve this!

Me: Of course Sung. Thank you

I’ll see you tomorrow

Looks like it’s time to face him again.

...You had no sleep, whatsoever.

The guilt and anxiety you felt from avoiding Jisung for the past few days was eating you alive. Why am I such a terrible person? You (not so gently) smacked your head into the wooden table, concerning the other onlookers in the library. You wanted to spend your impromptu free period loathing yourself before you had to see Jisung next period; alone. However, that plan was immediately shattered the second you felt a presence behind you.

“Boo!” someone whispered into your ear, slightly shaking you. You jumped, turning around to glare at whoever bothered you, only to see the smiling face of your best friend.

“Hyunie? What are you doing here?” your eyes followed him, watching him take the seat beside you. “l thought you and Lixie were gonna go to the studio?”

Hyunjin threw his back onto the table, resting his head on the table to match you. “We were but Lix left me to help some of his old theatre buddies and I don’t like being alone so now, I’m here! Besides, why would I leave my favorite person alone?”

You gave him a cheery smile. “Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“Mhm! I noticed you looked kind of sad though. Are you okay?”

You scrunch your face with a hiss. “You noticed?”

“Uh? Of course I did!” he drawled. “I’ve known you for over ten years already, Y/n. It’s kinda hard to not notice something like that.” You sat up, grumbling, not wanting to tell Hyunjin exactly why you’ve been so weird lately. He sat up with you, now serious. “Y/n? Is this because of Jisung? Did something happen between the two of you?”

“No!” You boomed. Your face heated up in embarrassment when you noticed the nasty look some people gave you. Muttering a quiet ‘sorry’, you hunched over, leaning closer to Hyunjin. “Jisung did nothing wrong. Actually Jisung is a total sweetheart so there’s nothing to complain about him. It’s just…”

“What? Did you find out about the hentai he watches in his free time?”

“What? No? Hold up, he watches hentai?”

Hyunjin shrugged with his hands up, faking a clueless look. “I don’t really know if he does watch it, perse, but I did catch him watching a softcore hentai before.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Huh? Nevermind. It’s not important whether he watches hentai or not anyways.”

“Good. Don’t let that get in between your relationship! Don’t wanna ruin a perfectly healthy one!” he said with a slight chuckle. Your mood instantly turned sour at the mention of your relationship. Of course, Hyunjin noticed it right away. “Y/n?”

You sighed, biting your lip. “If i tell you, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Honestly, unless you’re cheating on him or something, then of course I gotta tell someone, he’s my friend too. Other than that, I promise!”

“Okay, great. And don’t worry! I would never cheat! Only on tests though,” you jested. The both of you chuckled before the mood went serious again. “So, you know how Jisung and I went on a date about a week ago, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“That day...Jisung said the ‘L’ word.”

Hyunjin gasped. “The big ‘L’?! He said ‘I love you’ to you?” he queried, mouthing out the ‘I love you’ part. You nodded with wide eyes.

“Yup…A full on Kdrama-inspired declaration of love when we were alone at the park!”

“Y/n, that’s honestly amazing! Did you say it back?” Your face was sullen, slowly shaking your head. “Oh, really? Hm. That’s a little...huh.”

“He says it a lot too.”

“Oh yikes,” he lamented. “No pressure or anything but, if you feel uncomfortable with it, maybe you should tell him?”

“No, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable it’s just that— geez I actually don’t know!” you cried out as quietly as you could, slouching in your chair. Hyunjin pouted in pity, leaning over to pat your thigh.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself if you can’t or don’t want to. But I still think you should talk to Jisung about your stance in your relationship. You know he’s a sensitive boy.”

“I heard,” you sighed. “But I don’t think I have the heart to tell him exactly what I think about him.”

“You kinda have to eventually? Tell him if you want to make it official or if you wanna break it off. The sooner, the better; otherwise you’re basically just leading him on.”

“God, I know, Hyunjin! You think I don’t know that!?”

He patted your head in an attempt to calm you down. “Hey, hey. I know you know. I’m just telling you,” he whispered calmly. “Jisung is an amazing person. He’s very sweet, caring, fun, and honestly just the go-to person when you need a shoulder to cry on. Anyone is lucky to be with him!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know he’s all that. He’s nice and everything but he wasn’t someone I wanted to have feelings for! Jisung was just supposed to be a fuck buddy! No love, no affection, no feelings whatsoever, why did he fall in love with me?!” you wailed. “I was not supposed to fall in love with Han Jisung. To be honest, I kind of wish we never met.”

Hyunjin stared with a sorrowful look, knowing exactly why you’re freaking out the way you are. He was about to comfort you and give you advice when something—or someone—caught his eye. His eyes widened, weakly muttering an ‘oh shit’. You turned around, following his gaze to see…

Oh shit…

You abruptly stood up, mouth opening and closing, trying to find the right words to say to Jisung, who was staring at you with an indescribable look in his eyes. “J-Jisung! I...What are you—”

“I came here to look for some books for a research paper,” Jisung said. You tried to ignore how his cold tone sent a pang of sadness through your chest.

“Oh. Okay,” you awkwardly smiled. “I-I really like the new hair. Dark blue suits you!”

“Thank you...I remembered how you said you wanted me to try dying my hair blue so...I did it...to your request.”

“O-Oh, really?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But apparently you had a surprise for me too…”

“I— How much did you hear…?”

“Everything, I’ve been here since after Hyunjin came in. Listen. Y/n...I told you, if you had a problem, especially if it’s about me, tell me about it, face to face, instead of talking about me behind my back. That shit is embarrassing, you know? Being talked about like that from someone you thought you could trust.”

“Jisung…”

“I want to hear you out, I really do. But I don’t think I want to talk to you right now, ‘specially after what you said? I don’t think it’s fair to me.” Jisung’s voice was starting to grow loud and desperate, tears forming in his eyes. “I poured my feelings out to you; I told you I loved you. I knew it was too soon to tell you that but I still took that leap, cause I thought we had a connection. I knew deep down you felt the same— at least, I thought I did…I thought you’d say it eventually but not once have you ever said ‘I love you’ back, Y/n! Do you know how much that killed me? I thought I’d be okay with it but everytime I expressed my feelings for you but never got a response back, it hurt! It made me feel like I’m just wasting my time! I-I FELT LIKE AN IDIOT!”

Hyunjin stepped in, hushing the both of you. “Guys, I know this is something between the two of you, but people are watching now. You should take this outside.”

“No. It’s okay, man. I said what I wanted to say,” Jisung said, already making his way out of the library. “Goodbye, Y/n. Take care, alright?”

“No...Jisung, wait!” You forced your shaky legs to chase after him. However, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, stopping you.

“No, Y/n. Give yourselves time,” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of it to calm you down. You turned around and cried into chest, clutching onto him tightly. He tried his best to maneuver you both around to a more secluded area of the library, mouthing out a bunch of ‘sorry’s for the scene that was created. Finding a dark corner between the aisles, he carefully pushed you to it, lifting your head to see your face. You looked up, red faced with tears and snot running down your face.

Hyunjin reached into his pocket to take his handkerchief to wipe your messy face. He held the cloth against your nose, wordlessly telling you to blow your nose. Despite how disgusting he found the sound was, he resisted the urge to cringe, seeing how this was no time to act dramatic. “It’s okay, Y/n. Breathe,” he gently comforted you. He left the dirtied handkerchief on his lap and securely wrapped his arms around you again. He caressed your back, softly humming a sweet song. “Shh shh. You’ll be okay. Just let it out.”

You weakly stuttered, “I didn’t want to tell him like that. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him back, Hyunjin.”

“Everything will be okay, Y/n. Just cry it out first, then we’ll deal with this together.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings! This is my fault! It’s because I was a fucking idiot and let my fears get in between us!”

Hyunjin just stayed silent and hugged you tighter, moving his hand to the back of your head to tuck you into his neck. He played with your hair, knowing how relaxing it was to you. He went back to humming another song and held you until you were calm again. You let go of him, still sniffling.

“Feel better now?” Hyunjin asked. You shook your head no.

“Not really. I still feel like shit but not as much as before.”

“I mean, that’s still progress?” he tried joking around to lift your spirits. The joke only went over your head though.

“Yeah. Better than crying,” you agreed listlessly, wiping your nose. He stood up and held his hands out. You took them, hoisting yourself up. “Thank you, Hyunie. I love you.”

“Of course, I love you too, Y/n. Talk to Ji when you’re ready again, okay?” He led you out of the dark aisle to go back to your table. You latched yourself onto his arm, hiding your face.

“Okay. But for now, can you please just take me home? I don’t think I’m in the right mindset now to continue the rest of the day.”

“No problem. Anything for you.”

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A/n: i apologize for posting this chapter so late! as i’ve mentioned before, i did get a little busy so i haven’t been able to work on any fics. hope you all understand! <3 AND idk if anybody noticed but i combine chapters 6&7 together instead to somewhat make up for the late update, that’s why it’s a little longer that what i usually write! hope you enjoyed!

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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD

oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:

this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest

a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.

O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.

okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.

DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.

this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.

do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.

yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention

is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my

in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.

i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.

oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo

(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu

a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this

i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do

classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one

in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.

(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.

(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au

(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.

i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes

this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.

**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)

(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on

(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it

(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.

nice polo, dude

(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.

this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.

he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love

another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.

(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole

oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl

last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.

thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)

#i will credit gifs in a minute #im on desktop so i need to look them up #i'm sorry this turned into a literal essay holy mother of fuck #its literally 2k words #answered #bruins #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bergeron

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doomlover21 · 5 years ago

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Widojest Week Day 2

This was my original idea for day 2 based off the fact that Germans are stubborn. This took way too long to write and I went off on a tangent I hadn't meant to. But anyways enjoy Stubborn Zemnian!

“Just hold still, Cayleb,” the petite tiefling with the blue skin and darker blue hair ordered. Wriggling in her grasp was a much taller and skinnier human with a mess of filthy red-brown hair.

“I told you before zat I am fine, Jester,” he tried telling her bur she wasn’t listening to his protests. She sighed. A sharp cutting sound that was closer to a growl than a sigh.

“But you got hurt before.”

“And as I told you before, it vas just a scratch.” She tried again to get him to sit still, but despite her being stronger he was surprisingly slippery and each time he managed to get out of her grasp.

“Well fine then! Be that way, but if you like totally pass out or something later on, don’t come crying to me!” she huffed in frustration. She pushed him away and crossed her arms. An angry pout replaced her usual smile. The red-head glanced at her as he readjusted his coat and scarf and had to resist the urge to chuckle.

“I’m not goink to pass out, Jester. My vounds aren’t zat bad.”

“You’d better not. ‘Cause if you do after I head you I’m totally gonna slap you…ooo, oooo and maybe I’ll have Beau punch you too for good measure,” she scolded him with a hint of jokefulness. He smiled one of his little half-smiles Jester loved so much.

“I don’t sink zat’s really necessary, Jester.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so stubborn all the time.” The angry pout she sends his way causes the normally stoic man to chuckle.

“It’s not very funny, Cayleb. What if you got yourself like suuuuuuuuper hurt and you like died or something ‘cause you didn’t tell us or something?” His face suddenly turns very serious.

“I promise you zat if it vere really zat bad zat I vould tell you or Caduceus.”

“Well can I at least see if it really is that bad?” she asks.

“Nein. I am tellink you zat it is nosink to vorry about so please leaf if alone.” He starts to walk away and Jester notices the very subtle limp he is trying to hide. Before he gets too far away, she grabs a hold of his jacket. The force of the pull chokes him slightly, and he lets out a low gagging sound. She relaxes her hold a little when he stops.

“Oh no you don’t! You’re limping, Cayleb, and if you’re limping it means you’re hurting and if you’re hurting then you need me to help you ‘cause I’m the cleric.”

“It is just a scratch, Jester. Nosink to vorry about,” he insists, but she isn’t listening anymore. While still holding his coat tail, she awkwardly moves around him to check for injuries. Caleb, for his part, wonders whether he could get away with slipping out of his jacket and sneaking away.

“Okay, that’s it! You need to like sit down or something ‘cause I can’t hold you back and heal you at the same time,” Jester huffs in frustration.

“I told you before, Jester, zat I am fine. It is just a scratch,” he argues again.

“Hey, Beau!” Jester calls out to the blue-robed monk walking by.

“Nein, Jester. Zat is not necessary,” he protests.

“Well, you’re not holding still ‘cause you’re being so stubborn. So I have to have someone come and totally like hold you down and stuff.” As she is saying this, Beauregard slowly begins approaching.

“Alright, if I agree to hafe you take a look at my vounds, vill you call off Beauregard?” he whispers.

“Are you going to stop being so stubborn?” she whispers back. As they keep whispering, Beau continues walking towards them. He glances at her before turning back to Jester.

“Ja. I’d razer not be held down,” he mutters in such a low tone that she has to strain to hear him. A series of shudders run through him as dark thoughts roll around in his head of much darker times.

“Please, I….I don’t….” he stutters. Jester’s face grows soft as she sees the fear and hurt in his face and eyes. She releases his jacket just as the monk arrives.

“What’s up, Jessie?” she asks. Jester hastily makes up her mind and a lie.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping later?” she asks.

“Sorry, but I already had plans with Nott, and Fjord, and Yasha to get shitfaced later. We found a few bars nearby that are suppose to be really shitty and we wanted to try.”

“You vanted to try some bars zat you know are shitty? Vhy?” Caleb asks. The monk shrugs.

“Why the fuck not?” Caleb also shrugs at this, and Jester gives her one of her smiles.

“Why don’t you take Caleb instead? Unless you’d rather get your drink on with us?” Beau asks. She mostly directs her last question at the wizard.

“Oh well, you know that I don’t drink.”

“I am not fery partial to drinkink eizer.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a fucking lightweight, Caleb. Bet you’d be shitfaced by drink two,” Beau says with a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re all like skin and bones. You really should eat more, ya know.” He shrugs. Beau salutes the two.

“If you guys don’t need me for anything, I’m gonna go and find the others. We still have to actually find where this fucking bar is.”

“Okay. Have fun!” Jester calls out with a wave. Caleb raises his hand in a short wave of his own. Beau turns and makes her way towards the tavern the Nein have been staying at.

“Let’s go back to the inn, Cayleb, and I’ll take a look at your wounds,” Jester suggests as she tugs on his jacket. The Zemnian groans, but he doesn’t argue and simply allows her to lead him back to the tavern. The tavern is bustling when the pair walk in. They find the rest of their party members talking with one another at a corner table in various degrees of getting ready to leave. Jester leads the way to them.

“You guys leaving?” she asks.

“Yeah, we’re gonna go and find this bar we’ve been hearin’ about. It’s been a bit of a shitty week, ya know? So we decided to go and do a bit of a pub crawl to calm the nerves a bit,” Fjord informs her.

“Yeah, I know. Beau was talking about that.”

“You and Caleb can come too if you want,” Nott invites.

“Danke, but Jester infited me to go shoppink vith her.” Jester mentally thanks the human standing beside her for going along with her lie from earlier.

“Oh, okay.”

“Is Caduceus goink vith you?”

“Yeah. We figured it’d be best if we had at least one sober person with us just in case, ya know?” Fjord answers. Caleb nods in approval.

“Have fun, you guys!” Their other party members say their various goodbyes leaving Jester and Caleb to themselves.

“Let me take a look at your wounds, now,” Jester insists. She goes to pull him to one of the seats her friends just left. He manages to back away from her faster than she can grab hold of him. She huffs at him in anger.

“You told me you’d let me look at your injuries if I didn’t have Beau hold you down. You promised…”

“I told you before, and I vill say it again zat I am fine.”

“But you did promise…”

“I know vat I said, Jester. I remember eversink.”

“Well then why are you still being stubborn and pulling away?”

“Because I know zat you von’t find anysink of any note. And I don’t vant you to vaste your spells vhen you don’t hafe to.”

“But it wouldn’t be a waste of spells, Cayleb. Not when it would be helping you to feel better. Besides it’s not like we’re gonna get into any sort of fight or anything here. Not unless you wanted to like totally start a fight with someone here.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively several times. Caleb chuckles and she joins him.

“I vould be fery bad in a fight, and I vould razer not end up on zee floor right now.”

“You are pretty weak.”

“Ja. I am fery veak.”

“Come on, let’s go up to your room or my room and I’ll check you out and then maybe we really could go out and go shopping like I told Beau.” She tugs on his sleeve, and he can’t help the smile that graces his face. She gets up, dragging his skinny form with her. He allows her to drag him and lead him up to the room he’s been sharing with Nott the past week and a half now. He digs his key out and unlocks the door. The pair make their way inside and Jester leads him to the bed.

“Sit,” she commands. He does as he’s told and watches as she locks the door and comes back to the bed.

“Okay, now take off your jacket and tell me where you’re hurting.”

“I told you zat I am fine,” he protests again, but he does still begin slipping out of his long brown coat. He carefully and deliberately folds it and places it ever so delicately on a nearby chair. Jester finds it amusing that despite his coat being so dirty and hole ridden that he still takes such good care of it.

“Why do you fold it like that when it’s like all full of holes and really stinky and dirty and stuff?” she asks. He turns to look at her. He shrugs.

“Old habit,” he says softly. His eyes go distant like they do whenever he becomes lost in his thoughts and memories, and Jester wonders what exactly he’s thinking of. While he is lost in his thoughts and memories, she places her hand on his leg and reaches out with her magic. She whispers a small prayer to the Traveller and her hand begins to glow with healing magic. Before her magic can really take hold, he jerks away from her as if he’s been shot.

She moves faster than him, this time, as she swings her leg over his and straddles him. She pushes him to the bed and pins his flailing arms with her hands. Her tail twitches back and forth in annoyance.

“Now, hold still and let me heal you!”

“Nein….Nein…Nein….Let me go!” he cries out. He struggles and wriggles underneath her. He begins to slip into very frantic Zemnian, and she can see the very same fear in his eyes that she did when she threatened him with having Beau hold him down. She finds herself wondering, not for the first time, what could have possibly happened to him to make him so traumatized by so many different things.

“Cayleb, if you stay still and let me heal you, I’ll let you go, okay?” she says. He doesn’t seem to be listening to her, though. Instead of pushing him down, she pulls him towards her and wraps her arms around him. He still struggles, but as she slowly rubs circles into his back his flailing and insistent Zemnian cries die down.

“Shhhhh…..It’s okay….It’s okay, Cayleb…I’m here for you..” she whispers soothingly. As she’s rubbing him, she sends her healing magic through his body until she can sense that his wounds are healed. He lets out a sigh of relief, and the tension slowly leaves his body.

“I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to like totally make you scared and stuff,” she whispers. He lays his head on her shoulder, and she runs her fingers through his long hair.

“Are you okay?” she asks. Tears begin to well up as she tries not to blame herself for causing her Zemnian friend so much distress. He swallows down his fear and previous misery.

“I’m sorry for vorryink you. I vill be okay, I sink,” he answers. He pulls away from her and she lets him. She sits down next to him and places a hand on his. He looks down at her touch, but he doesn’t try and pull away.

“What happened to you to make you go all weird and stuff when people try and hold you down?” she asks. He sighs.

“I’d razer not talk about it.” He scratches at his left arm just above where her hand rests on his.

“Okay, but you know that you’re safe now right? That we’re not gonna hurt you?” she asks. He nods.

“Ja. Yes, I know zat. I am sorry you had to see zat, Jester.”

“It’s okay. I know that you have had a lot of bad things happen to you…..Oh wait, does this have anything to do with what Trent did to you with those crystals? Did he like hold you down and do bad things to you?” she asks. He frowns and turns away, and Jester doesn’t need him to answer to know that she’s right.

“I’m so sorry, Cayleb. That Trent guy is a real jerk, and he deserves to be punished for what he did to you,” she says. She rubs circles into his hand.

“Come on now! Let’s go out and do some shopping or something! Ooooo, I know! We’ll go back to that bookstore we found yesterday, and see if they still have that one book you wanted,” she suggests as she bounces to her feet.

“I told you yesterday, zat I don’t have zee coin…” he argues. She shakes her head.

“It’s on me.” This time, he shakes his head fiercely.

“You don’t hafe to do zat, Jester.”

“But it’ll make you feel better. Plus I made you hurt and stuff, and since I’m the cleric it’s my job to make you better and books make you feel better,” she insists. He smiles at her.

“Alright, if you insist.”

“I do.” He follows her as she skips down the stairs and all the way to the small shop. They find the book in question very easily and pay the exorbitant amount for it before heading back the way they came. Before they make it all the way back to the tavern, Caleb stops her and pulls her aside.

“What’s up?” she asks. He grasps both of her hands in his and squeezes them tight.

“Sank you fery much.”

“For what?” she asks. She can barely hide the giddiness in her voice. It isn’t every day that the wizard willingly reaches out and touches someone who isn’t Nott.

“For beink zere for me, for eferysink zat you do, for healink me, for…puttink up vith my stubbornness,” he punctuates with a chuckle. She smiles at his self jab.

“Yeah, you are pretty stubborn, Cayleb. I wonder how we can all stand it. I know that it can be pretty frustrating when you’re like trying to heal someone who doesn’t want to be healed or who doesn’t like tell anyone that he’s hurting in the first place,” she teases. She punches him lightly in the shoulder.

“Oww.” He rubs at the spot and wouldn’t be surprised if there is a bruise there in the morning.

“That was for being so stubborn,” she tells him.

“Alright fine, fine. I get it. I’m a stubborn Zemnian.”

“Yeah you are, but you’re OUR stubborn Zemnian,” she says warmly. A smile blooms on his face that is so wide it reaches his eyes.

“Ja, I suppose I am.”

“And you know what that means?”

“No, vat does it mean?”

“It means that we will always be here to help you, and protect you, and heal you, no matter if you’ve been injured physically or if you’re hurting inside or even if you’re like having bad thoughts and stuff. ‘Cause we all care about you, Cayleb.” She lowers her head.

“I care about you,” she whispers. He smiles warmly at her.

“Danke. I care about all of you as vell.”

“Well good.”

“Hey! I saw a bakery just down zee street from zee tafern. If vee hurry, vee could make it zere before zey close,” he says in an effort to cheer her up. She lifts her head and gives him a delighted smile.

“Race you there!”

“You really vant to do zat?” he asks with a mischievous smirk. His hand starts tracing a symbol in the air, and mutters some arcane words. The sensation of electricity rushes through him as he takes off running down the street at an unnatural pace. Jester glares at his rapidly retreating form.

“CHEATER!!” she calls out, but her voice doesn’t betray any anger. She chases after him grumbling about a cheating, stubborn Zemnian the whole way. She curses her own lack of foresight to prepare her dimension door spell for the day. She finally makes it to the bakery to find him out of breath, but otherwise waiting patiently.

“I sought…you vould…nefer…make it…” he huffs out between pants. He holds his side and Jester can’t help laughing. He laughs with her, wincing as he does.

“Do you need me to heal you again, Cheater?” she teases. He shakes his head.

“Nein. I vill be fine.”

“That’s not you being stubborn again, is it?” she asks as she examines him with a discerning eye. He glares at her mockingly and she snickers.

“Let’s go get you somesink to eat,” he says in an effort to change the subject. She knows he’s only trying to take the heat off of himself, but this time she lets him be stubborn. She takes hold of his elbow and ignores his flinch as they walk side by side into the bakery.

‘He always knows just how to make me feel better,’ she thinks as she glances up at him. A shy smile graces her lips and she flushes slightly as he looks down and gives her an equally shy smile. Sure he may be a broken and stubborn man, but she would do anything for him. Anything to take away the years of pain and hurt from him. Pain and hurt that she knows she might never be able to fully understand or heal. For now, though, she just revels in his presence, in his shy smile and the flush tinging his cheeks, and lets herself enjoy this. As amazing a cleric as she is, she’s sure that in time even the pain of his past she can heal.

#widojestweek #widojest #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #critical role #critrole #fanfic #healing

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ajaasiopaoo · 6 years ago

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Can’t Say No

Summary: Zelda’s relaxing afternoon time alone gets interrupted by an unknown visitor.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the Spellman house. It was unusual but Zelda grabbed the opportunity to relax and be free from her family’s presence.

Sabrina is with her mortal friends, Ambrose is doing who knows what with his warlock boyfriend Luke, while Hilda is at the bookstore working. And Zelda well, she’s enjoying a good cup of tea outside the porch while reading the book on her lap and later tonight she’ll finally get to see her Lilith again after a week of not seeing each other because of the demon queen’s busy schedule.

Zelda’s day is going well so far, she raised her cup of tea to her lips and before her lips could even touch the cup, the doorbell rang. Putting down the cup with a sigh, Zelda stood up and dragged herself towards the front of the house.

Zelda stopped on her tracks as she saw a little girl standing outside the door, carrying a stuffed teddy bear in her arms. Slowly making her way towards the little one, she cleared her throat to make her presence known. The blonde haired girl turn to look at Zelda.

“Hello, what are you doing here little one? Are you lost?” Zelda asked slowly before crouching down to the little girl’s level. “N-no, my friend told me t-to come here... she said that nice ladies live here and that they can protect me from bullies..” the girl said softly, looking around Zelda didn’t see any other girl besides this one in front of her.

Looking back at the little girl in front of her, Zelda then notice that the little one’s knee is bruised, there were also some cuts on her legs and her white dress is stained with mud. Examining the girl’s face, tears dried up on the girls cheeks and her eyes were red from all the crying.

“Let’s go inside so we can get you clean up,” Zelda smiled softly at the little girl. Standing up from her crouch position, she held the littl one’s hand and guided her inside the house.

Grabbing the medical kit from the cabinet, she sat the little girl down on the couch and started to clean the girl’s cuts. Zelda’s mind started to race with thoughts, how could one ever hurt a sweetpea like this girl in front of her. “What’s your name, little one?” Zelda asked softly.

“E-Edwina...” Zelda’s eyes shot up to meet the little girl’s eyes. Edwina, that sounds a lot like the name Edward. Zelda’s chest began to ached as memories of her late brother began to flash through her mind. Shaking her head, she smiled at the little girl. “Edwina, such a lovely name,” the little girl smiled shyly.

“My name is Zelda,” Zelda introduced herself with a soft smile. “You wait here while I go grab a nice dress for you to wear, I’ll be right back,” Edwina nodded.

Zelda rushed upstairs towards Sabrina’s room to look for a dress that the little one can wear. They couldn’t give away Sabrina’s old dresses when she was the same age as Edwina so they all stored the dresses inside a trunk in Sabrina’s room.

After picking out a dress, she went back downstairs to the living room where the little one is waiting patiently for Zelda’s return. Edwina’s eyes lit up as she saw the pink dress that Zelda was holding, “Pretty!” The girl exclaimed in delight, making Zelda chuckle.

“This dress belongs to my niece, Sabrina. She’s a big girl now so this dress doesn’t fits her anymore so she wouldn’t mind if you use it,” Zelda helped Edwina changed into the pink dress. The little girl’s lips stretched into a big grin as she twirled around with her new dress.

“Thank you for the dress, Zelda!” Zelda smiled, “You’re welcome, Edwina. So now that you are all cleaned up, can you tell me what happened? How did you get those cuts and bruises,” the little girl’s smile quickly disappeared.

“A-A group of boys keeps on bullying me b-because I carry my teddy with me all the time, t-they said I’m pathetic and a loser,” the little one’s eyes became teary as she continued to tell Zelda what happened.

After the little one is finished, Zelda felt furious. Her temper was at it’s peak and she just wants to curse those boys for hurting such a precious gem. Her thoughts were then interrupted by Edwina, who was looking at her with those big honey brown eyes. “Would you help me stop them from bullying me?”

Zelda took a deep breath to calm her nerves down before smiling at the little one, “Of course I’ll help you, sweetie. I’ll make sure that those boys will no longer bully you but I’m gonna need your help,” Zelda said with a wicked smile on her lips.

At the park, a group of teenage boys were harassing another kid surrounding him so that he couldn’t escape. Edwina walked towards their direction, “Hey stop that!”

The group’s leader turn to look at Edwina, “Hey guys look, the loser finally came back!” The boys laughed.

Throwing a rock at the guy’s direction that hit him in the forehead, Edwina dashed off towards the woods. “You’re going to pay for that!” The boy roared out and they all followed Edwina to the forest.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,”

“You can’t hide from us, Edwina!”

“You’re such a loser, hiding away from us,” the boys laughed but soon stopped as the atmosphere of the woods suddenly became cold and gloomy. “I-It’s getting a little cold out here, I think we shou—“

“No! Not before I teach that loser a lesson,” the leader of the group snapped.

“Now, who are you calling a loser?” Zelda stepped forward, revealing herself to the group with Edwina by her side that was holding her hand. The boys look away to avoid Zelda’s icy glare.

“Are these the boys that keeps on bullying you, Edwina?” The little girl nodded, Zelda shook her head.

“Naughty boys are never left unpunish,” Zelda glared at them. Worms, bugs and other insects started to surround the bullies, climbing up to their legs. The boys screamed, trying to get rid of them but failed miserably as there were too many of them. “What the—“

“Apologize to Edwina, now.” Zelda demanded calmly, enjoying the show in front of her. But the boys didn’t listen to her, making Zelda’s blood boil. “Apologize now.”

“Okay, okay!!! We’re sorry Edwina! We’re so sorry, please get rid off them! Please please!” The leader begged, tears already flowing down to his cheeks. Zelda look down at Edwina, and the little girl nodded, satisfied with the apology.

Zelda snapped her fingers and the insects were all gone. Before the boys could even run, Zelda cast a spell to make sure they couldn’t run off before she could say what she has in mind.

“The next time I hear you boys are tormenting Edwina or any other child, I will send something much more worst than worms, bugs and insects on your way. Stay away from Edwina, understood?” Zelda hissed, the boys whimpered in fear and nod their head.

Snapping her fingers again, the spell was gone and the boys darted off to get away from Zelda and Edwina as fast as they could. Zelda look down at the litte girl with a smile, “Let’s go back to the house for some snack, shall we?”

Zelda and Edwina entered the house and made their way to the kitchen, and the witch was surprised to see her sister and Sabrina already home drinking tea.

“Hey Aunt Zee, where have you been? Oh hello,” Sabrina smiled at Edwina, “I’m Sabrina, what’s your name?”

“M-My name is Edwina,” the little girl smiled shyly, “You’re very pretty!” Edwina added making Sabrina smile.

“Thank you Edwina, you’re very pretty yourself,” Sabrina held the little girl’s hand and offered her some snacks. While eating, Edwina excitedly told the two Spellman women about what Zelda did for her.

Sabrina and Hilda sat there, listening at the girl’s story with a surprised look on their faces. They never thought Zelda would ever help a mortal child, but then again Zelda is actually a big softie on the inside and she couldn’t say no to children.

“Well, look who we have here,” the four of them turn to look at the feminine voice behind them to see Lilith smiling at them. Zelda stood up and walked towards her lover and greeted her with a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Hi, I’m Edwina!” Lilith chuckled at the girl’s energy, “Hello dear one, I’m Lilith,” The demon queen introduced herself. “You wouldn’t believe what Aunt Zelda did today with Edwina,” Sabrina chuckled.

Telling the story to the demoness, Lilith smiled at Zelda’s protective side when it comes to children. That’s one of the things the demoness loves about the oldest Spellman, her soft spot for children.

“Edwina, wanna come with me to my room? I have some old dolls I think you would like,” Sabrina said with a soft smile. Edwina nodded her head with a huge grin on her face and followed Sabrina out of the kitchen.

She stop in her tracks and made her way back to the kitchen, “Zelda, I almost forgot to give you this!” Edwina pulled out some of her money and reach out to give it to the witch, Zelda look down at her with a surprised look. “It’s for helping me with the bullies,” Edwina smiled.

“This one’s on me, sweetie,” Zelda replied as she gently closed the little girl’s palm. “Go on, Sabrina is waiting for you,” Edwina smiled and ran off not before giving the witch a hug.

Zelda turn and saw her lover’s playful smile, she rolled her eyes and wrap her arms around Lilith’s neck. The demon queen pulled Zelda closed and peck her lips before whispering, “You’re such a big softie.” Lilith grinned.

Zelda playfully rolled her eyes, “Shut up.” Zelda chuckled and kissed her lover’s lips before dragging her out of the kitchen to go to Sabrina’s room where Edwina is.

#caos #chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman #zelda is a big softie #sabrina spellman #lilith #madam satan #zelda spellman x madam satan #aunt zelda #miranda otto

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cloudstongue · 5 months ago

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wannabe cool

freakig dumbas

#my incredible asks #that red guy zee keeps sending #adding tag bc silly!!! and incase of blocking and atuff

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miss-arcadia · 6 years ago

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OKAY, SO for anyone who’s a matrix fan like I am, there is something that wasn’t addressed (or I feel wasn’t addressed as well as it could have) in the films, maybe you haven’t paid much thought, maybe you have ideas, but I’m about to ramble on about the one thing that sometimes sends me pacing up and down my hallway while I think about this:

WORLD BUILDING

*jazz hands*

Alrighty, so this is mainly in regards to Zion, as that personally is far more interesting than the Matrix proper. Putting the rest under a readmore because I have a lot of thoughts!

So, what do we know? It’s a large underground city that’s made up of caverns, it’s the last human city (although given that this is a just one small section of the globe, it may not be), it’s close to the planets core to give it warmth, protection and geo thermal power (pretty sure Thaddeus says in the Animatrix that it’s about 4 km within the earth’s crust? Hate to think what would happen if there was an earthquake) and home to roughly 250 000 people. It’s also made up of a Dock (which is the main entry point into Zion via the main gates, except if you’re a machine and decide to crash through the ceiling), the living levels (including the temple cave), and the mechanical level which pretty much houses all of the important machinery that keeps the place running.

Okay, so being underground, they have no access to sunlight, so they’d be limited to what they’d be able to grow, in terms of food and fabric and medicines and stuff like that. Mushrooms are a thing, as the apparently hot and steamy (according to Kym Barret) environment is good for mushroom growing. For a lot of stuff, they’d have to go scavenge seeds from the surface, from any agriculture stores they could find, and only then they’d be limited to what will grow hydroponically. According to the internet, that would include: strawberries, tomatoes, potatoes, mint, basil, lettuce, cabbage, green beans, peppers, eggplant, and a few other things like melons but they need a lot of room apparently. Oddly enough, strawberries are the only fruit I’ve seen on the hydroponic lists so far, as they do really well apparently. The other berries need more room by the looks of things. Bread is a thing in Zion as well, but it’s really special if the comics are anything to go by, given that it was common once but after the crew on the surface who were growing the wheat (that whole comic is pretty impressive in itself, also features a young Morpheus, who was as bald as a kid as he is now) were killed by the machines, their wheat stores were limited, so it’s a once a year thing.

Also, no sunlight and living underground = no animals (although the crew in Matriculated had a monkey in the real world? Makes no sense, if they have monkeys, why not other stuff? Like bees and goats and useful animals? Room and resources is the answer here probably.) So no animal products here. No meat, no eggs, no milk, no cheese, you get the idea. So everyone is a vegan, and needs a ton of vitamin supplements to supplement their diet (hence the goop).

According to an interview with Kym Barret (the costume designer for the matrix), the clothing is made out of hemp, and they make it themselves, but there’s clearly some shot cotton and patterned stuff (best seen on Councillor Hamann’s robe), so whether they grow that or they’ve scavenged that is up for debate. The clothing is generally loose and flowing, there’s a fair amount of dyed fabric (I’ve seen red, blue, yellow, orange and purple so far...), and some sheer fabric too. Also veils. Also worth noting is that a fair amount of clothing is based on African styles (at least in the concept art I’ve seen), and that’s not really surprising given that the population isn’t as Anglo/European as modern day society. Kinda refreshing, actually.

Living quarters wise, the apartments are carved out from the rock, with a lot of metal reinforcement. Actually looks like some of the apartments have metal walls and floors, so not sure what the deal is there. Furniture is metal, but there’s some stuff that looks to be scavenged, like the beach chair things Niobe has in her apartment. Beds are either just a shelf carved from the rock with maybe a thin mattress and blankets (like Neo and Trinity have in their apartment, and that cannot be comfy good god), or actual beds with a proper mattress and pillows (Like Link and Zee have, they have end tables too with racks for their stuff too! Living the dream guys!). Looks like Link’s apartment also has a little shelf hydroponics thing in the living room with some lamps over it, so they might grow their own little things too food-wise.

And now that I think about it, Sparks’ comment about ‘cremation or the gardens’ takes on a whole new meaning when you start to wonder what they use as fertilizer/soil substitute for the hydroponics...

Okay, that’s enough for now! Feel free to add on to this is anyone has any more ideas, I’d love to hear them!

#the matrix trilogy #the matrix #worldbuilding #long ramble

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d-disparate-c-couple · 6 years ago

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»El tag de los cumbiones.

❀. Siempre tarde, nunca intarde. :D

Pero bajen las chanclazas, lo sentimos por ser dos ilegales perezosas y que ahora estamos siendo esclavas de los trabajos del colegio (o ese es mi caso, no tengo idea del de Jack). ;;

¿Mejor tarde que nunca, no?

Ya no le demos vueltas a esto, mejor iniciemos. Fuimos elegidas sacrificios de @mino-diabolik @love-between-idles y @eldiariodeariadna para hacer este tag de cual trata sobre lo siguiente: “¡Escoje una canción que represente a tu OC, a la pareja de tu OC, a tu OCxCanon y a ti! Después menciona a 3 otros blogs que quieres que participen. ¿Fácil no? （╹◡╹）”; y tras una crisis existencial, con Jacqueline lo terminamos hace una semana y ahora nos dignamos a subir esto. ¡Disfruten~!

»OCs:

✧ Jack: The Lost One's Weeping (Soraru Version)

❛ Just open up your eyes,

why don’t you grow up and see?

But what the hell is “growing up” and tell me when will I be?

Can a single person out there just explain it to me?

Hey, just tell me how

It’s not like I care now! ❜

• Elegí esta canción para Jack porque considero que la letra pega bastante con ella. Si bien el videoparece mostrar lo dura que es la vida estudiantil japonesa, también puedo interpretar que habla de alguien que no tiene personalidad y busca respuestas. Y es aquí donde pienso que Jack es igual: ella, si bien tienen diversos conocimientos en varios ámbitos, en realidad no sabe nada, y vive preguntándose todo: ¿qué es el amor y la angustia? ¿Está bien que permanezca de esta forma que soy? Y también por el hecho, que ella misma se percibe como alguien en blanco, alguien a quien se le ha enseñado a cómo actuar, pero no a vivir, lo cual también está ligado a sus inseguridades.

❀. Alizee — JONGHYUN; Elevator.

❛Tell me honestly

You're feeling so lonely

Tell me honestly

You know you can't go on like this

How long have you been alone?

It's awkward to meet my own eyes in the mirror.❜

• Todo aquel que aun vez en su vida haya escuchado esta canción sabe que pese a que Jonghyun cante de manera hermosa esto, trasmite un sentimiento de tristeza enorme que uno puede sentir aunque uno no sepa que dice exactamente, pero... ¿Porque elegí esta canción para Alizee? Fácil, aunque este en un periodo mejor, no es fácil salir del agujero donde esta metida... Supongamos que el agua es la depresión y el cubo de hielo es Zee, el cubo al ingresar al agua poco a poco se va disolviendo y se vuelven uno mismo, la depresión y ella se volvieron uno mismo. Ella no se conoce a sí misma. Se odia, esta cansada, se siente sola y triste... A lo que lleva al resultado de que sea insegura y a veces termine dañando a las personas sin darse cuenta. Es una de las mejores canciones que puede representarla, aunque no lo parezca.

»Diaboys:

✧ Shin: Animal (Chase Holfelder)

❛ I want some more!

Oh, oh, What are you fighting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight

Oh, oh, I want some more!

Oh, oh, What are you fighting for!

What are you fighting for? ❜

• Es difícil de explicar esto, pero, siento que esta canción pega con Shin porque, en la letra se menciona (o da a entender desde mi perspectiva) alguien que codicioso; quiere más y más, aún cuando sabe que eso no es lo mejor. Y esto es algo que me recuerda a él: su tan característica impulsividad junto a su orgullo y agresividad.

❀. Yūma — Stray Kids; District 9

❛In front of the mirror, freeze ey

Drenched with sweat, ey

So please, close your mouth and shh

I'm finding my true self

The studio floor is red with our blood sweat

We ran like crazy, all night

But in the end, we're just clowns in front of frowning faces

No answer so we're just gonna protect our space❜

• Nunca especificaron si la canción tenia que representar al diaboy en el presento o pasado, pero siento que esta canción pega bien con Yūma, cuando leí la traducción porque no entiendo un carajo de coreno, pensé automáticamente en él, es una canción que encaja su carácter fuerte y narra su pasado con los "Lucks", como tenia que sobrevivir en las calles día a día. SUMÁNDOLE QUE ES UN TE—MA—ZO DE LOS PERDIDOS... sorry, se me salio lo “Stay”;;

»Shipps:

✧ Sack » Wolf (EXO)

❛ Look at that girl fall

into terror

Can’t, can’t understand

the situation before her eyes.

‘That dirty wolf guy will

end up eating me.’

But that’s not it.

I’ve fallen in love (with you). ❜

• ¡Esta por lo menos alguien la tenía que ver venir!

»Tenemos a un lobo feroz, el cual ha sucumbido a los encantos de una humana, descontrolando su mente como su pecho. Pero sus instintos llegan a su superarlo, causando y se confunda y sólo quiera una cosa: tener a su presa únicamente para él y querer devorarla. Y por su parte, ella, estando presa del miedo, fue la única capaz de que el lobo conociera el amor... Simplemente, imposible no poder no pensar en esos dos.

»El himno nacional del «Sack» como diría Alice.

❀. Alice: Ajio, Ajio, ajio.

❀. Yūmali — Overdose; EXO-K

❛I taste you and drink you

My heart trembles

I keep drinking you in but it's not enough yet

This thirst sends shivers even to my fingertips hold onto that moment

Don't stop going, it's so good

I can stop!

Hey Doctor! it won't go like this

You and I will become one with the uncontrollable attraction❜

• A mi varias personas me han dicho que la canción combina con el shipp, y como soy floja, no quise buscar mas... Y si, esa es la explicación... Y yo igual encuentro que encaja, solo que no tengo idea de como ponerlo en palabras. Es como ¿50 % Alizee y 50 % Yūma?, en algunas partes como si Yūma le dijera(? algunas cosas a Zee y ella la dijera algunas cosas a Yūma, cuando recién comenzaban y estaban confundidos, haciendo que todo sea un sobredosis de sentimientos por parte ambos y se convirtieran en la adicción del otro, aunque traten de negarlo... ¡NO ME PIDAN QUE EXPLIQUE ESTO, QUE ME DA VERGÜENZA! QUE LO HAGA JACQUELINE. 7///7

»Las pendejas que manejan esto:

✧ Jacqueline: Hated By Life Itself (Mafumafu version)

❛ In all honesty, I couldn’t

care a bit if I died.

But I’d be kind of upset

if the ones I love did.

“I wouldn’t like to see

that happen to my friends”

My ego tells me so.

Those who use the word “goodbye”

more often than they should.

Those who don’t understand the

meaning of a true goodbye.

All of us are despised

by life its ownself.

I don’t need any dreams

or my own tomorrow.

If you have lived your own life,

then that’s all I really need. ❜

• La razón porque elegí esta canción es porque me siento muy identificada al respecto con su letra. Hubo momentos en mi vida (y estoy segura que más de alguna persona se habrá sentido así) que ha querido o fantaseado con morir, y también es posible que, en esos momentos, recordamos a aquellas personas a las cuales amamos y junto a las tristeza que podríamos causarles por culpa de nuestra perdida.

Nos damos cuenta que somos egoístas.

Y es aquí en donde considero que entra una gran contradicción: deseamos morir, pero cuando algún ser querido dice lo mismo, decimos "¡No digas que quieres morir!", "¡Vive sin bajar los brazos!" Pero, es que la verdad, al final todos moriremos. A lo mejor mañana ya no me encuentre aquí, y si lo pienso de esta manera, comienzo a pensar que todo lo que he hecho y he logrado alcanzar hasta ahora ha sido vano. Pero, a su vez, considero que de esto trata todo, la vida: de vivirla, disfrutarla, aún sabiendo que algún día desapareceremos, pero que habremos hecho cosas grandiosas, de las cuales nos sentiremos orgullosos y habremos hecho recuerdos buenos y malos junto a personas maravillosas. Y en algún momentos de nuestras cortas, pero a la vez, largas vidas, pensar "carajo, que lejos que he llegado", y lograr sentirse orgulloso de uno mismo, y esperar a todo lo que aún está por venir.

En verdad recomiendo esta canción, ya sea para escucharla o quizás como un medio para apoyarse en esos momentos difíciles, y a lo mejor, todo lo que escrito hasta anteriormente se entienda mejor.

❀. Alice — Stay; Taeyeon

❛It's unimaginable

Everything I couldn't say

I laid them bare

To you alone, even though

You weren't next to me

Even now, your voice lingers in my ears

I want you to call out my name once more❜

• Cada uno tiene una perspectiva diferente de cada canción, en este caso yo tengo una diferente a la que muchos quizás tengan, pero bueno... Yo la interpretó como relación de amistad, no daré muchos detalles, pase por una situación que me dejo mal y siento que la canción pega bien, esa una canción hermosamente tristes y la voz de mi ama y señora, Taeyeon, hace que me sumerja demasiado en la melodía y letra. Es como si narrara esa parte de mi vida de una forma tan hermosa, que me hace querer tomarlo como un buen recuerdo para salir adelante.

»Extra:

JACZEE—LA PRIMERA QUE SE ME VINO A LA MENTE ES MAGNET, WHY? BUENO, ESO YA LO EXPLIQUÉ, BÁSICAMENTE 'CAUSE AMBAS TRATAN DE APOYARSE PORQUE SE QUIEREN, AÚN CUANDO NO ESTÁN BIEN CONSIGO MISMAS Y QUIEREN VER A LA OTRA SONREIR

JACQUELICE—ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID—PORQUE QUIERO ALGÚN DÍA "VOLAR" CONTIGO HACIA UN LUGAR EN DONDE PODAMOS SER NOSOTRAS Y DISFRUTAR DE NUESTRA COMPAÑÍA, PORQUE TE AMO.

Ahora condenamos a: @l-cherryblossom-l @my-sins-of-love y @bloodymeadow ^^ ❤

#que no se nota que a alice le gusta el k-pop #sack tu patron

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icarusinterlude · 6 years ago

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Ok, ok, I need someone to write me first meeting au, ziam style.

So, Liam goes with his parents on vacation, maybe to one of his sisters, two or three weeks before he starts uni, yeah? And there is a fair downtown and his parents make him go with, idk, Ruth’s neighbour’s kid, Niall. He’s all blue eyes, laughter and easiness, he reminds him so much of Harry (who’s slowly dying from boredom back at home, Liam is sure) and he can’t help but be endeared with him. It’s easy to talk to Niall, so they get to know each other a little bit; Liam tells him about his dog, about Harry and his stack of DC comics (”You should meet me mate, Zayn, he’s nerd like you.”) and Niall tells him about his brother, his best mates, Louis and Zayn (”We’ll meet with Tommo, I hope you don’t mind, he’s a nice lad, can be an arse, but it’s part of his charm.”) and so on and on. They do meet with Louis and his four younger siblings and at first Liam is afraid Louis will not like him. There is a mischievous smile on his pretty face and his eyes are sparkling, like he’s ready to tease Liam for his batman phonecase for the rest of the night (but he does it only for, like, five minutes and he ends it with “Man, pity Zee isn’t here, he would probably charm your pants and steal your phonecase with just batting his eyelashes at you.”). They go there and there, buy some candies and Liam grabs souvenir for Harry, sends him some selfies with both Niall and Louis. They laugh and enjoy the night until they have to part their ways. Liam is sad because he really enjoyed his time with them and he hopes they didn’t get bored with him. (THEY DIDN’T!!) They make plans for tomorrow, etc, etc.

Fast forward to last day of Liam’s staying, the fair is still in full swing and Niall tells him this Zayn came home last night, so he’ll finally meet him. Liam is nervous, he heard so much about Zayn, he got a crush on THIS BOY HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW!!

Oh, Zee also have one of those, Louis had said the other day when Liam showed up with red Capetan America shirt.

You like Usher? Man, Zee’s gonna flip.

Zayn also likes to draw!

Zayn’s sisters are like that, too,

Zayn wants to study English lit

and Liam, you poor naive child, I can’t wait for you to meet Zayn.

Anyway, he meets Niall in front of Ruth’s house and they meet with Louis on the fair, but there is no sign of this Zayn Liam heard so much about. (”He’s running late, that prick, what a surprise,” Niall tells him and Liam notices the fondness in his voice. CUTEE!) After 20 minutes or so, Liam really really has to pee, so he leaves Nouis to order something to eat while he goes to the bathroom. He’s on his way back when a small body stumbles into him. He catches them before they hit the floor and then

“Safaa! I told you not to run!” a voice shouts and little girl in his arms rolls her eyes, making Liam smirk.

“Older siblings, right?” the kid says and Liam lets out a laugh, his cheeks pushing up.

“Yeah, me sisters are the same, but,” he looks from her to the guy that just stopped in front of them and Liam...

Well.. Liam is speechless, striked with lightning, his soul left his body or whatever because there is this, this fucking beautiful boy, sharp cheekbones, big eyes, his fucking eyelashes, his mouth.. god his mouth.

Liam blinks.

The stranger blinks back.

Liam blinks again just to be sure it’s not his imagination playing games with him.

The stranger looks him up and down, smirks when he sees Liam’s rosy cheeks and says “Safaa, go to baba and please don’t run.”

Safaa rolls her eyes again, says bye and leaves them.

Leaves Liam.

And Hot Stranger.

Alone.

Together.

??????????????????????????????????????????????????/

His voice, damn, his voice!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While Liam is having inner crisis about Hot Stranger’s, well, everything, Hot Stranger comes closer with Hello passing his lips and smile ready to end Liam’s life.

He’s pretty sure Hot Stranger is out to get him.

Somehow, Liam starts to function again and he smiles shyly back at Hot Stranger, eyes cast downside when they meet with Hot Stranger’s one too many times.

He got this, really. Chill. He’s chill, cold as ice. Stone cold. Cold.

“You look lost,” Hot Stranger says.

“I, umm, I think I am, actually. I’m trying to find my friends, well, sort of friends, we’ve known each others for, like 5 days, but I think we’re friends,” Liam rambles not noticing Hot Stranger’s soft smile like he’s endeared with nervous boy in front of him. “And I think I passed this photo boot, like, 4 times? And I don’t have me phone on me, but I swear I didn’t go far. I feel like a kid, Jesus.”

Kind, beautiful Hot Stranger offers him help in finding his friends and adds “I’m already late with meeting my friends, they won’t mind me helpin’ a stranger out, especially a cute one like yourself,” with a wink. A wink.

Liam just got called cute by Hot Stranger and he’s blushing again, a nervous hand scratching his neck.

“I’m Zayn,” Hot Stranger sticks his hand out for handshake and there are tattoos, God damn it.

“Liam,” Liam takes Hot Stranger’s, Zayn’s hand in his and sha-

Zayn.

“Zayn? I know a Zayn!” Liam smiles, happy that he finally got back his ability to speak.

“A Zayn?” Zayn smirks at him, their hands still locked. “You must be Leeyum then, heard a lot about you,” and he blinks slowly, so, so slowly, Liam swears he’s in movie scene right now.

And the way he says his name, Zayn will be the death of him.

Long story short, Liam doesn’t stop blushing, Zayn doesn’t stop teasing. When they finally find Niall and Louis, Liam feels like Zayn has been in his life forever. He never clicked with anyone like that, in instant, with just a look exchanged between them.

They talk and laugh and Liam is pretty sure Zayn is flirting with him, throwing cute and beautiful every now and then, so Liam flirts right back (if that can be called flirting). Nouis are already sick of them, they mock Liam’s red stained cheeks and Zayn’s smug face when Liam forgets his words because Zayn is so, so close.

Hours pass and Liam’s legs are tired, but there’s big grin on his face, Zayn’s jacket over his shoulders and occasionally brush of their fingers.

Suddenly, Liam’s pushed into photo boot, Zayn right next to him and the space between them is barely existing; they’re pressed side to side, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing and Zayn’s smiling at him, softly, like Liam is something to admire to.

And then.. well, you know, they take a picture, a polaroid if you will.

And then, you know, they kiss, and later they dance and exchange gently looks, soft touches and kind words.

And Zayn writes his name on the behind of picture.

And Liam puts the picture in the wallet, to keep it safe.

And years later, he finds himself tracing old picture, nearly faded, but bright smiles and eyes without any wrinkles looking back at him still visible.

Feelings from that night still burning, only stronger and, well, wilder now.

And Zayn is still right next to him, you know?

Like proper soulmates and all that.

I need like 10k slow burn fic about them meeting and finding each other again. At same uni? In some bookshop? Did they exchange numbers? LD relationship? Coffee Shop au?

Give me everything.

#mara talks shit #ziam fic rec #ziam promo #i guess #zayn malik #liam payne #ziam #ziamfanfiction #fic idea

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racheldenisnefeke · 6 years ago

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Royal FF

Main Characters: King Louis Cartier Tomlinson, King Harold Gucci Styles, Lord Liam PappaBear Payne, baron Niall Lovelypuppy Horan, general Zayn Assassin Malik and of course, Baroness Addellheidde Brandon aka Zee. Antagonists/potential wives: Lady Bruna Jungwirth, Daniel Cumbell, knight Elk Colder, Lady Camel Crowe Places: Blue Kingdom of Sea Shores, the Green Kingdom of the Forest, Kingdom of Devil lady, Kingdom of Shakers, Kingdom of Golden buzz, Snowland of Elk Colder and more other places... Time of the story: from past to the present /2 years of past and 8 years of the present

Events which started the story: Dead of king Robin caused the biggest implications in the Green Kingdom of Forest because he left the country without an adequate descendant. Court of Kingdom finally decided what to do. Prince Harold Styles, stepson of the king, can show his reliability by choosing one princess from all their neighbouring kingdoms and with an act of a marriage finally accede to the throne. But when he chose, they are mad...

The young man stood up from a throne to set up the peace. A young man left the chamber angrily when Court of Kingdom forbid him his choice. Young man from far away kingdom made a big mess. People were afraid when the man was sad. Because of that, people choose one man who would bring him a happiness... ...forever and always.

"We live in the hard times, my lord. You should say us your decision. Is your son adequate for our throne?" The screeching voice of Headmaster filled the dying man's ears. "Yes, he is absolutely capable to rule the kingdom. I believe in him, but find him a wife, to bring us a peace I was trying to bring for whole years... Please, choose a woman for him, who he will love the most, take care of him... don't let our kingdom to be a matter of past..." Headmaster, of course, had another plan. Soon after the king was buried in the deepest ground, with high-esteem goodbyes, he went to the deepest forest of the kingdom and set up the trap. Trap for a young sad prince of the kingdom where no one ruled now... "His Royal Highness, please follow me to the royal hunting place, so we can pay a tribute to deceased king." Young prince rolled his eyes. "Sir, I am not certain about it. I hold his hand while he was dying. Then I hold the speech while he found his place under our feet to took his rest. It is not enough? I think it's yes." Headmaster cursed in his mind. This prince is not that dumb. So trap was waiting for someone else, maybe some poor peasant, but it will be useful nonetheless. Headmaster makes another trap, this time after he discussed it with all of the Kingdom's court members. And they all decided to write letters. One for each kingdom in this world to let them know: His Royal Highness, Harold Gucci Styles, is single and waiting for a love. They send them and you can expect the rest… But it took the two years to get their letters back. Mostly because they send untrained young doves, which lost their trace and found an end in the stomach of some wild beasts of air. Only one dove found her right way. She survived the journey and get the message to the right hands. King Mark of Blue Kingdom of Sea Shores, reading the letter, started to cry. He had no princess to send her away. Not like he had no daughters, but they were too young. His only pride was his oldest son, and a descendant of the throne, Louis Cartier Tomlinson, but he was a boy. And in this letter was written down this: “If you don't send us your daughter to marry our prince, we will declare an infinity war with you. Or you can die at the place, this is an unbreakable deal.” After some discussion with all of his kids, he decided to send his daughter Lottie and his son Louis. To be her guardian on the way from Blue Kingdom of Sea Shores, to be her defender in case of attack. They prepared them for a long way. With cursing and crying, the family said their “goodbye”. Then betrothal carriage set up his pace and the sad journey left the familiar place. In silence, their suffering from not being expected grew more and more intense as they were nearby the Green kingdom of the Forest. But how's was their surprise when they were welcomed by shiny lights and warm smiles. Nearly whole kingdom appreciated their coming to place. Nearly… because the prince was nowhere to see. The prince who they expected most. Lottie has been led into chambers of gold, where they put her into betrothal gown. Her brother was about to follow her when someone fell onto him. They banged their heads together, yelling like mad, surprised prince nearly got a heart attack. “I am so sorry, I didn't see you at first.” The unknown voice said and wants to shake his hand with when prince Louis finally rose his head to see… almost angelical face with curly strands. The whole kingdom stopped to exist in a moment when Prince Louis whispered to the wind: “Beautiful.” He turned red when saw the young prince's shocked reaction and wanted to stop holding their hands, but then prince Harold just smiled and said: “Be my guest.”

After they prepared all things for the wedding, prince welcomed Lottie to the kingdom and slowly kissed her small teared face. She was so scared and too much young, so he said to Headmaster and to the rest: “She is too young, I cannot marry her now. But until she will grow up, let me say: I will propose her brother instead to keep the peace, because are kingdoms were never too harsh, their father and mine was literally friends. I want to do something like that, to the sake of our kingdom.” Kingdom's court disagreed immediately, being mad. What prince was saying doesn't make sense. They were two guys, no chance to marry. But the deceased king said them too clearly… find him a woman… did prince want to refuse the throne? They said him no. And Prince did, what he needed to do. He took his prince's hand and ran away. To neighbouring kingdom of Golden Buzz to find a place for them to live. But lady Bruna Jungwirth disagreed with it. So two young refugees had to leave. They ran away at the midnight, as two ghosts, when army formed to bring them home both. One Devil's army with general Zayn at the head, with 1D at their shields and flags, started to look for them, and everything around them was tearing apart. Following tracks someone left before them, they found a hideout in the highest top of the mountain, where a temple of Baron Niall LovelyPupy Horan took his place. He was really heart-warming and understanding man, who married the Goddess Addellheidde Brandon. She was his Baroness, lady of World Will. She got the powers they were afraid of. Whatever she wrote, happened in reality. After she heard their heart-breaking story, she hugged them tightly and started to write. A whole new story. A story of their future: After they returned to the Green Kingdom of the Forest, they announced their betrothal. And no one can say no. Because this was definitely the act of true love. After that, they celebrate the peace with all of their respectives. Gemma, Harold's younger sis, and Lottie, which came with Louis to being a wife of the young king, became the besties. And no one said no. Not even Headmaster. Because it was the act of pure love and Zayn helped with that too. Of course, there were women like lady Bruana Jungwirth from Kingdom of Golden Buzz, or lady from Snowland who smell like elk, who wanted to see them splitting, but at the end of the story, they were just spitting, because no one can say no to this act of pure love.

Then there was a lady, lady Balloon from Helium which ends up burnt on the stick because she tried to interrupt the things between Baron Niall and his Lady Addellheidde.

And this is the end of the story. How no one can say no… to the love of Larry which this story belongs. Live happily and without a doubt. Larry is real and they are gold. ;*

#larry is real #fanfic #debut #reality #mine #larry stylinson #baloon #one direction

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jisungsplatforms · 4 years ago

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[Chapter I: Let’s Party!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: strong language, use of alcoholic beverages, drunken antics, ?? jackson wang is throwing a party?? (jk he’s not aljsks. changbin is tho), nothing filthy in this chapter, unfortunately :/ just plot build up

Chapter word count: 2.6k words

Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)

Haven University; school of the elite. From the academically inclined to the artistically blessed, only those who were gifted with such talents are accepted to augment their potential. The perfect school for the sensational.

...And like every other school with young hormonal adults, also the perfect school for a good fuck.

“Another outstanding submission, Y/n! Keep up the great work!”

You smiled at your photography teacher, Mr. Kim, bowing humbly as you thanked him. You were proud. Praise after praise for your picture taking skills only heightened your motivation to be the best even more. Photography has always been your passion. Ever since you were given your very first camera at the age of 5 years old- which, in retrospect, was actually a toy camera, you already knew that it is something you would want to pursue.

In the middle of your teacher’s praises with another student, the bell rang. “Looks like we ran out of time, folks. Great job again, Seungmin. Everyone, class dismissed,” he said, jokingly using shooing gestures. “Now hurry up and get out of my face, you delinquents. Lunch time awaits. Go replenish your life force.”

You began gathering your belongings, slinging your precious DSLR camera around your neck. “Outstanding submission, young photographer.” You heard someone say. You turned around to see Seungmin grinning at you.

You snort out a laugh. “Thanks. Great job to you too, Seungmo.” Seungmin was about to respond when your instructor’s voice interrupted.

“Oh. Except Y/n. Please stay a little bit after class, for me, dear.” You and Seungmin shared a glance, nodding for him to go ahead without you. He pats your shoulder, bidding you goodbye. You continued packing your things into your bag. As the rest of the students left the room, you walked towards Mr. Kim’s desk, waiting for his word. “Hello, Y/n.”

“Hello, sir. You wanted to talk to me?”

“Ah yes. I wanted to ask you this,” your instructor paused, sitting on his desk. “How much do you love photography?”

You paused, wanting to convey the exact feelings you wanted to express. “Photography is an escape for me,” you answered. “It’s another form of art that helps people convey the emotions and stories people want to tell. Some people express their emotions through music and lyrics, others through paintings, and others through dance. For me, personally, I’m not all that good in any of those aspects, sir. That is why I work so hard when it comes to this class, and in photography in general.” You unconsciously caressed the camera slung around your neck. “And to me, the stories behind a photo is a lot more intimate in a way that I just can’t explain.”

“Because...this is the only way for you to express yourself? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” You nodded. Mr. Kim hummed in thought. “I see.” He stood up and walked to you, placing his warm hands on your shoulder. “I admire you, kid.”

“You...admire me?” You were confused. The teacher admires his student? Isn’t it usually the other way around?

“Oh yeah. Is that hard to believe?”

“Uhm...Kinda, yeah.”

Mr. Kim laughed mirthfully, amused by your bewilderment and doubt. “Well, believe it. You have spunk. Soul. Your work impart emotions I have never seen from my other students before. You’re passionate about what you do, and I like that. You take digital arts very seriously.”

You laughed awkwardly, the amount of praise your instructor was giving you made you happy. “I do, sir. Kinda a shame not a lot of people even consider it an art.”

“Indeed,” he replied, sitting down on his desk. “Which is why I wanted to give you an impromptu assignment. I want to assign you a story telling type of assignment; to write a story using your photography skills, if that makes sense.”

“Hm, yes? I think I get a jist of what you're trying to tell me.”

“Excellent. I just want to use this to monitor your skills, Y/n. You’re a very talented person, the most talented I’ve ever had even. I just want to see how much of that potential you really have so I can help you blossom it into something greater.”

“Oh,” you draw out, somewhat understanding why he picked you. “I see, sir. I’m honored that you’ve picked me.”

“You should,” he joked. “Now, I want you to photograph the following- write or type this down before you forget.” You hastily whipped out your phone from your pocket. “Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay. I want you to capture the perfect scenes. Give me something that gives you joy. Something that makes you emotional, good or bad or even both, if you can. Something you fear, and finally, something that you love unconditionally. These are all supposed to be different photos, by the way. Got that?”

You finished typing a few seconds later. “And...got it.”

“Awesome!” he smiled. “Just know that I’ll be giving you only 3 months to complete the assignment. I hope that this isn’t too much to ask of you, but I’m sure someone as ambitious as you doesn’t mind, right?”

“Nope, sir! Everything will be a-okay!”

“I’m glad! Now move along and get to the canteen already. I’m sure you’re just as hungry as I am.”

You giggled, making your way to the door. “Thank you sir! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Oh, finally! There you are! We were starving waiting for you!” You rolled your eyes at Minho, who immediately decided to pick on you the second you entered his field of sight.

“Shut up, you could’ve eaten without me you know?”

“Nah, cause what kind of friends would we be if you ate without you?”

“You just want to steal some of my food, don’t you?”

Minho scoffed and went quiet, prompting Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin to laugh. “Caught you red-handed, Hyung,” Hyunjin teased, which backfired immediately causing him to chant an apology after Minho gave him a look.

“So why did you take so long, Y/n?” Jeongin asked.

“Oh, Mr. Kim wanted to give me an extra assignment.”

“Extra assignment?” Seungmin questioned. “What for?”

You shrugged, sitting down. “Uh, to test me? I’m not sure but I honestly think that there’s something more behind it. Not in like a bad way, just to clarify. I mean, he did acknowledge that I’m the best in his class after all.”

Seungmin snorted. “I just know you meant that unironically.” You jokingly blew a raspberry at him.

“Of course Y/n is the best!” Hyunjin stuck his chin up. “Let’s be honest, anyone could be the best if they use me as their model!”

“Hey, Hyunjin? You wanna eat this straw?” Minho threatened, making Hyunjin shut up.

“No...?”

“Good. Get off your high horse, prince charming.”

The three of you laughed. “Poor Hyunjin,” Jeongin sympathized sardonically.

“Hyunjin please stick to dancing and uh- not dying,” you said. “I still need you alive for some more upcoming projects.”

“For me too,” said Seungmin. “I might start using you as my model as well.”

Hyunjin fake cried, “Y’all just like me for my looks!”

“I mean, there’s no denying you are incredibly handsome but we like your personality too, Hyunie, don’t worry,” you cheered him up, then turned to Jeongin. “What about you, Yeni? How’re you holding up now that Lix is gone?”

Jeongin gasped. “I miss him! I’m so lonely now, especially when I have theatre! I feel so awkward now that girls swarm up to me instead- and you know I’m a shy boy!”

“Hey! At least you’re more popular now!” Minho laughed.

“Well, now we have no choice but to remember Felix in our hearts,” Seungmin replied.

“I’m not fucking dead. I just switched majors!” the four of you turned to see Felix pouting at you all.

“Well, you’re dead to me!” Jeongin wailed. “Going from a theatre major to a dance major. How could you?!”

Felix chuckled, sitting down between Seungmin and Jeongin. “I’m sorry! You know I’ll still see you though, buddy!”

“Why don’t you just switch to a regular vocal major next semester, Yeni?” you asked.

“Nah. I originally did want to go for just regular vocal studies but, you know, even if I did accidently sign up for the class, I ended up finding something else I wanna do. Plus, theatre is surprisingly fun! You know, find something new that’ll change your life every day.”

“Yup! Especially since they often collab with the dance majors so we get to see each other a lot!” Hyunjin beamed while Minho nodded in acknowledgment.

“Oh, speaking of dancing,” Minho chimed in. “You guys wanna go to a party I was invited to?”

“No,” Seungmin immediately responded.

“No, not you, I knew you would say no. I meant the others.”

Hyunjin nodded, “I was invited to the same party you’re talking about, so yeah.”

“Can’t,” Felix replied. “I’m still getting used to my new major and I still have a few assignments to catch up on.”

Jeongin hummed in agreement. “Same here. We have a play coming up soon and I’m a lead this time, so I gotta stay home to rehearse as much as I can.”

Minho made a stank face, “Aww. Lame.” He turned to you. “What about you, Y/n? You down?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Really?” All 5 boys looked at you incredulously.

“Yeah. I might find some inspiration while I’m there. Besides you know I’ll just be leeching off of Hyunie and Min the whole time.”

Minho and Hyunjin high-fived, cheering a quiet ‘yes!’ Hyunjin giggled. “This is great cause we might need a designated back up driver in case I get drunk and Minho-hyung abandons me!”

“Now that you’ve said that, I might seriously consider that,” Minho grinned. “We’ll pick you up at 8 sharp! Y/n!”

‘8:53pm’ You wanted to go home already.

The boys, true to their word, picked you up at 8:00pm. With little to no traffic- and the fact that Hyunjin actually got ready early so that they wouldn’t be an hour late- the three of you made it to the party around 8:20pm. Even then there were already a lot of people there.

“What the fuck. This house is huge!” you gawked. “Can you even consider this a house still?!”

Hyunjin shrugged. “I’d say this more of a mansion at this point.” All you do mutter a constant chant of ‘what the fuck. what the fuck’ over and over again. “Who’s house is this again, Minho?”

“Changbin’s, remember? Jisung said they’re celebrating in his house,” Minho replied.

“Well this Changbin dude is LOADED,” you mused. Even in the dim lighting, you could see the elegance of the house, which most likely costs more than your entire tuition. “I’d hate to be the one who has to clean up the place.” The boys lead you to the kitchen, helping you avoid the crowd cause, in your words, ‘ew yucky people’. There, they brought you to two men wearing all black, who were hanging out on the island counter. Their names were Changbin- the handsome rich boy who owns the house, the lucky bastard- and Chan- another handsome rich boy with the cutest laugh and dimples, both really sweet and hilarious men, whom you very much enjoyed talking to...

That was the last memory you had before it went downhill.

It took 33 minutes and 4 soju bottles later for Hyunjin to get drunk. Chan and Changbin were back at the booth, manning the song list for the night while Minho was somewhere with some guy in a red beanie doing absolutely nothing, so here you were: stuck babysitting your best friend. “Y/n! Y/n!”

You sighed hearing Hyunjin drunkenly call you. Again. “Yes, Hyunie?”

“I looove you~!” he sang while giving you finger hearts, rocking on the balls of his feet. You sighed again, rubbing your temple.

“Yeah yeah. I know. Love you too.”

“Y/n!” Your left eye twitched. You whipped out your phone from your bra to text Minho.

Me: You bitch.

Help me

Minho ho ho 😼: Hi

You glowered. You quickly glanced up to check Hyunjin, who was now sitting on the carpeted floor in front of you, counting his luscious black hair.

Me: He’s-he’s counting his hair… Please get him. It’s like watching a bird repeatedly hitting glass

Minho ho ho 😼: At least he’s not making any trouble now, is he?

He fucking jinxed it. Hyunjin stood up with a shocked look on his face. “What’s wrong, Hyunjin?”

“It’s my favorite song!” he cheered, starting to dance along. You have to admit, even when he’s drunk, he’s still an exceptional dancer. Texting Minho a quick ‘fuck you’. You put your phone back between your breasts to go back to monitoring him, preparing yourself in case you needed to tackle Hyunjin down.

“Heyyy, Y/n!” Minho suddenly draped his arm around your shoulder. Taking your eyes off of Hyunjin, you glared at your lazy, backstabbing friend, shoving his arm off of you.

“Asshole, you’re ten minutes late.”

“Oh I'm not here for Hyunjin. I need your phone.” You look at him audaciously.

“What the- why?”

“My-uh-phone died?” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes briefly flickered towards Minho’s friend, who, in return, looked down bashfully, red faced. Hm. Weird. You rolled your eyes, nonchalantly reaching into your shirt to get your phone. Minho didn’t even hide his grimace. He cringed, “It’s warm...and wet?”

“Shut up. I’m sweating, okay? And I don’t have any pockets on me.”

Minho nodded, going back to his little friend. Before you could scold him, you heard Hyunjin screaming. You turned around to find him running to the front door. Oh shit. You started pushing people to run after him

You groaned in disgust, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here. You pushed your way out of the crowd, cringing at the feeling of touching numerous dirty, unknown people. Where in the world is the fucking exit? In the midst of the sweaty, drunken bodies, your eyes met. It was like time had stopped; no one within the vicinity seemed to not have mattered anymore. With just a smirk and a flirty wink from the chubby-cheeked boy in the red beanie, you knew…

...you just had to fuck him

Hold on, Y/n. Your friend might get fucking ran over! You snapped out of it. With a flustered face, you continued shoving your way through, wrangling Minho on the way. “Come on, fucker. You’re helping me. Let’s go,” you sneered while Minho complained.

After 30 minutes of chasing and wrestling, the drunken beast was tamed. The night ended with Minho driving you all home instead while you and Hyunjin cuddled in the backseat against your will. Minho took great pleasure in knowing that he wasn’t Hyunjin’s cuddle buddy, laughing every time you tried unlatching yourself from him, which made the long haired boy cry. Your sadistic friend dropped you home first, apologizing for not being much of a help tonight. “To make it up to you, I have something for you,” he suspiciously said, wiggling his eyebrows, before giving your phone back and driving off.

You relaxed on your bed, happy that you were rid of those dirty, smelly clothes. You grabbed your phone to text Minho. Assuming that the messages app was left on your conversation with him, you started texting, not paying any mind to the fact that the chat was blank.

Me: Thanks for taking me I guess. I didn’t get anything other than unwanted kisses from Hyunjin ew but it’s aight.

Speaking of aight…Do you think you can give me your friend’s number? 👁👁 The one with the red beanie.

Cause sir, not to be nsfw or anything but he is one fine ass man that I’d like to fuck

Almost immediately, the three bubbles appeared. You were surprised that Minho would reply that fast, thinking we was still on the road with Hyunjin. The reply you got, however, made your heart drop.

Min’s hoe: uh...hi? 👋🏻

this is minho’s “fine ass friend with the red beanie” 👁👁

Shitshitshitshit SHIT

[NEXT CHAPTER]

A/n: Sorry no smut in this chapter just plot build up :(( (which i’m a sucker for) and a lot of dialogue. But Trust me. Everything written in this chapter will fall into place with the future chapters. And who know, next chapter might be 🥵

#stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids series #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz smut #han jisung smut #han jisung series #han jisung scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #Late Night Indulges

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icanhearyouglaring · 7 years ago

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Anything You Can Do

summary: There’s nothing wrong with a little healthy competition between frenemies (a meet in the JL-AU) wally/artemis. b99-inspired. a/n: first part of 3 of a gift i’ve been preparing for @rachelisanerd. buckle up. <3

“Well, that’s funny.”

Tigress slowly spins around in her seat, spies the smile on Zatanna’s face, and willingly (gratefully) takes the bait. Monitor duty can be such a drag. With the Watchtower nearly empty and their shift nearly over, it’d been all too easy for the women to fall into the trap that is the annals of the League, conveniently accessible through their holo-monitors during desperate(ly boring) times such as these.

“What’s funny?” Tigress asks, leaning closer to Zatanna’s monitor.

Zatanna directs Tigress’s attention to a number next to Tigress’s name. “You have the highest number of successful missions this quarter.”

“I do?” Tigress asks, genuinely shocked. She has been pulling double shifts, traveling between Star and Gotham more than ever, but she hadn’t realized she’d been on that many missions.

“Yeah, your numbers are insane,” Zatanna says, nodding before she tilts her head. “Do you sleep?”

“Only on monitor duty,” Tigress snorts, before she sits back and smiles. “This is perfect. Next time you-know-who calls me a house cat, I can throw my numbers back at him and–”

“Oh no, you’re going to want to hold off on that,” Zatanna interrupts her and points to another name on the list. “Flash just updated his mission log. You’re tied.”

Well, there goes that, Tigress thinks, sinking deeper into her seat. “You have got to be kidding me.”

A notification pops up on Zatanna’s screen and she winces before she swipes it away.

“It gets worse,” Zatanna says with a frown. “He’s on his way up here.”

Tigress sits up straighter. “This is so not fair. I’ve been working my ass off and I can’t even get in a minute of gloating? He runs faster than the speed of sound, Zee! Of course he’s going to have high numbers. Plus, he has an entire rogue gallery on rotation and his own turf. I have to share with G.A., Black Canary, and Red Arrow. Even Batman, on occasion.”

“Maybe you should move?” Zatanna offers (un)helpfully.

“Let me look at his file,” Tigress says gruffly, turning back to her own screen and pulling up the mission log, and it only takes her a moment before she finds something of interest. “Oh, this is bullshit. Helped an old man cross the street. That is not a mission!”

Tigress throws her hands up. “Who writes mission logs for that?! These numbers are inflated. He’s cheating.”

Zatanna laughs, shaking her head. “Cheating? Since when did helping people become a competition?”

“Since you told me I was winning,” Tigress answers, her narrowed gaze trained on the outrageously detailed tiny-itty-bitty so-called missions before her. Tied my ass.

“What are you winning?”

It takes all of the self-control Tigress has in her to keep from swiping at the man who’d thought it’d be fun to sneak up on her. (How’d he do that? Surely he hadn’t dropped his habit of announcing his presence the moment he enters a room in a single day.) Tigress spins around in her seat, arms crossed and expression sour. Flash doesn’t flinch at the sight of her pinched face, so she makes sure to look extra annoyed as she regards his innocent (definitely not) smile.

Zatanna answers the question for Tigress, pointing to her monitor. “Tigress has the best mission record this quarter.”

Flash takes a closer look at the monitor and quirks his head. “We’re tied.”

“Only because you’re cheating,” Tigress says, more defensively than she intended. “No one counts giving directions as a mission.”

Flash leans against the railing of the monitor station and crosses his arms. “What can I say? Bats asked me to keep better track of my time in the field. I’m only following orders. Being thorough.”

Tigress doesn’t smile when she asks, “Does he make you log your bathroom breaks too?”

“Ha-ha,” Flash says flatly, sending Zatanna (whose snorting laughter echoes throughout the room) a quick glare before he turns back to Tigress. “Look, my numbers are good because I’m that good. You can’t exactly say I was cheating if I didn’t know this was a game with rules.”

“You know,” Zatanna starts, leaning forward in her chair wearing the same smile she’d used to drag Tigress into her discovery, “there are only a few weeks left in the quarter. We could lay down some rules right now and see who has the highest number at the end of the month.”

“I’m in,” Flash says, nodding at Tigress.

Tigress raises a brow at him. “That was fast.”

“Being fast is kind of my thing,” Flash says, and the peacocking he does as he says it is the last thing Tigress needs to see before she makes her decision to knock him off his pedestal.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Tigress says, rolling her eyes as she raps her fingers against her armrest. Her gaze falls on Zatanna’s pleading eyes for a second before she sighs softly in resignation.

Flash crouches down next to Tigress’s chair and asks, “Are you in or not?”

“I’m in,” Tigress says as she looks down at him and crosses her arms. “Here are my terms. No more mini-missions, like saving a cat in a tree or helping old people find the train station. There need to be actual bad guys involved for it to count as a mission.”

Flash nods and purses his lips before he adds, “And if we have a joint mission, whoever takes out the most perps wins the point for that mission.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want if you win?” Zatanna interjects, turning to Tigress, her eyes sparkling.

Tigress thinks for a moment before she says, “If I win, Flash has to be my coffee runner for a month.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Flash says, scoffing.

“That’s because you don’t know about her coffee addiction,” Zatanna notes, gleefully writing down the terms on her monitor. “You’re in for it.”

Flash scoffs before he smiles and says, “When I win, Tigress has to go on a date with me.”

A what now? She’d been expecting anything ranging from shaving her head to being his hype-woman around the Watchtower but a date was– well, that wasn’t– how dare–

“But–What–” Tigress sputters (out loud this time), “why is that what you want?”

Flash grins brightly as he answers her question. “Because you’ll hate it.”

Of course. She’d been thinking too small with the coffee lackey idea. Too late to turn back now.

Tigress narrows her eyes and holds out her hand. “Fine. Deal, but only because I know you’re going to lose.”

“Keep underestimating me,” Flash says, smirking as he shakes her outstretched hand. “I’m going to leave your numbers in the dust.”

Tigress snorts, releases her hand from his grip and uses the tip of her boot to lightly push Flash’s knee. He topples back onto his butt against the floor. (Zatanna loses it, burying her mouth beneath her hands and slamming her foot against the ground to quell her laughter.)

Tigress smiles down at him and asks, “Who’s leaving who in the dust now?”

-o-

Tigress enters her apartment (through the window, as one does) as the sun rises, and she can’t run to her laptop fast enough. She enters her missions in the log, her heart racing, and by the time she finishes her reports, the sun is high in the sky and she’s got a seven point lead on the enemy.

Take that, she thinks, before she closes her laptop and leaves it on her desk. Satisfied, she takes off her necklace, places it on her nightstand, and makes her way to the shower. While there, Artemis contemplates the many coffee orders she’ll be putting in over the next month. The opportunities are endless when your delivery boy can break the sound barrier and has access to the Zeta network. She finishes her shower and gets ready for bed with a full heart and a mind full of overly complicated caffeinated drinks.

Not even a minute after she shuts her eyes, her phone buzzes on her nightstand. On her screen is a picture of the mission log, and a single message. The picture shows Flash ahead by two missions.

🏃💨Better luck next time, 🐯. –⚡[9:57AM]

Artemis dreams of crimewaves and espressos.

-o-

“Look, I know the only thing you have on the line here is your dignity,” Rocket says, “but I’d like to remind you that I’m running the risk of losing a significant amount of capital if you lose.”

“Me too,” Superboy says.

“Can we talk about this later?” Tigress asks, kicking another robot monkey into the empty the elevator shaft.

It’s not like Tigress wants to lose (and she’d argue she has a lot more than just her dignity on the line), but there are only so many hours in the day during which she can rack up points. The only real advantage she has is the surging crime rates in Star City and Gotham (and those aren’t exactly things she wants to brag about).

Rocket shakes her head and traps a group of robots in a bubble. “Later would be too late. You need to win this one, right now. Another wave incoming.”

Tigress sends an arrow through a monkey’s eye. “How many is that?”

“Seventeen,” Superboy says, tossing two more monkeys out the broken window of the abandoned office building.

“How many do you think he’s taken out by now?” Tigress puffs, wacking another monkey away with a wooden board. Okay, no more of this. Time for swords.

Superboy squints at the wall for a quick second. “A grand total of none. He’s still at his post.”

“Do robots count?” Rocket asks.

“Ugh, I hate monkeys,” Superboy groans, grabbing a robot off his back and chucking it into the elevator shaft. “I’d say these qualify.”

“How much did you two bet on the bet?”

When they don’t answer, Tigress turns around and repeats her question in a sterner tone.

Superboy shares a look with Rocket before he coughs.

Rocket shakes her head and says, “It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Then the monkeys count,” Tigress declares, spinning back around and stabbing her sword through two of the robots at once before she tosses them back from whence they came.

-o-

Robot monkeys don’t count! – ⚡[1:23AM]

Majority vote says they do. Better luck tomorrow, ⚡. – 🐯[1:25AM]

-o-

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I’ve been working on chapter 4 of my novel for awhile now but I’m not sure if I like it. I was thinking about restarting but would like to hear other peoples opinions first. Please give this a read and tell me your honest thoughts about the characters dialogue and how the chapter feels to you.

Once our houses were in view I pushed down on the breaks and slowly brought us to a stop right next to the curb of Skyes place.

“Attention passengers” I said, while cupping my hand over my mouth for a good muffled effect, “we have arrived at our destination. If you lost luggage on the way or were harmed during travel it was your own fault.”

“You know” Skye stated as she took her helmet off, “when a light turns yellow it does not mean that you should go faster.”

“It does if you’re racing.”

“And who were you racing?”

Exactly on que Clairabell pulls up behind us in her cute, pink, corvette. Skyes new little buddy raindrop wasn’t too far behind.

“What the hell guys” Clair demanded as she stepped out, “why did you go so fast?”

“Cause you gotta go fast.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, Skye shoved her helmet on my head and slid off my bike. It squeezes my head, like a lot, but I leave it on cause it makes me look funny.

Raindrop follows Skye as she walks through her chain linked gate and I offer my hand to Clair.

“Ma lady, shall I escort you to this fine establishment?”

“Only if you wipe the sweat off first” She tells me with a smirk that flashes her long and sharp canines.

“Motorcycle. They make your hands wet.”

“You should put that on a shirt.”

“I actually did, like as soon as I got that thing. The money from that is gonna put Fiona through college and is currently fueling my addiction to carbonated drinks.”

“Wait, soda’s addictive?”

“Probably.”

“Hey” Skye calls out to us, “you guys coming?”

I smile at her and then grab Clairs hand with my moist, sweety, icky fingers and rush towards Skye.

“Ew” she groans, “Zee, I told you to wipe them off.”

“Yep, you sure did.”

“Babe, I love you, but I will break your fingers.”

“Fair Enough.”

“How does your hand get like that any way” Skye asked me as she eyes my hand as it interlocks with Clairs?

“My gloves did it. They get super warm and just wreck my hands.”

Skye and Clair both look at with confused and befuddled expressions. And, yes, confused and befuddled do mean the exact same thing.

“Oh” Skye finally responds, “is that all?”

“Well what did you think the answer was?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s you” Clair adds, “we just sort of assumed it would be something, a little out there.”

I give both of them a hurt look and let go of Clairabells hand before placing mine onto my chest with a loud gasp. Stepping away I reach into my pocket with my other hand and pull out a small cube with a bright red carving on it.

“You mean” I say, while still holding the heartbroken look onto my face, “something like this?”

I promptly smash the flame rune on top of my head and light my hair on fire.

“I! Am! Ghost rider!”

“Pretty much, yeah” Skye bluntly tells me.

“Oh dang, I need to work on my shtick.”

“Or you could stop lighting yourself on fire” Clair suggested.

Skye then promptly grabbed the hose on her front porch and turned the knob at the tip causing the water to trickle out.

“Undine.”

With the spell word out of her mouth, the hose instantly blasted me in the face, putting out my awesome new hair style.

“ . . .Honestly, you probably should just start keeping water on you at all times. You know I’m just going to light myself on fire again.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t” a very familiar voice states from behind the girls, “it’s getting harder to replace the clothes you burn up.”

I look over the girls shoulders as they turn to greet the woman behind them.

“In all honesty, that could be avoided if you just bought me like fire fighter gear or something.”

As usual for when she’s gardening, her wheat colored hair was tied up into a ponytail and her brown tank top and tan cargo shorts were caked in dirt. In her glove covered hands was a pot which housed a red flower covered in purple polka dots.

“Hello Kore” Clair nervously blurts out as she tries to look not freaked out.

“Hi Zees mom” Skye happily says as she waves.

“Hi Skye” Eema says, intentionally ignoring Clair, “how’s the night going for you kids?”

“I got a worm,” I happily told her.

“I saw. It was on the news. Do not bring it into the house.”

“I make no promises.” I then promptly turn to head into Skyes home, “we’re gonna play vidyer games now. Real pew pew stuff.”

Eema rolls her eyes in response before setting the plant she was carrying onto the ground.

“Oh,” she states jumping back up before calling to us, “Skye, your mom needs your help outback.”

“Huh” Skye stutters out, before getting a look that says she knows what Eema is talking about, “right, sorry.”

With that, Clair and I watched Skye rush to the side of her house, her long curly mess of blonde hair trailing behind her.

“I’ll see you guys inside” she yells to us before disappearing into her backyard.

Her new little familiar, the water pegasus Rain drop, decided to ignore where it’s master had gone and instead began helping itself to the water from the still turned on hose.

“Is it safe for that thing to drink from there” Clair questioned as the horse gorged itself on hose water? “Aw no worries” I answered, “there’s only like a 75% chance it’ll get lead poisoning. Now, to the mind numbing rpg!”

“Send your sister home when you’re done,” Eema told me as I opened the door.

“Will do.”

Stepping into Skyes home Clair and I were greeted by the sight of three eight year olds riding around on a giant black cat. Her name’s Sheba and she’s a good kitty.

“Hi Zee” one of the kids happily yelled at me.

“Hello young travelers” I responded with my best old english accent, “art though off on a grand adventure to slay the wicked monsters that plague this kingdom.”

“No” the boy sitting behind the first child answered, “we’re just riding our kittie.”

“Stop being a dork” the girl on the very back demanded of me.

Now, if you will allow, I am going to describe these three little gremlins to you fine readers in hopes you will have a clear visual picture of what they look like.

The two upfront were basically little Skyes, but with dark brown hair instead of blonde and one was biologically male. These are her little baby brother and sister, Nina and lucky little Luke. And, if you looked hard enough, you could see a few freckles decorating their dark skin.

The smaller girl on the back had straight red hair with her bangs cut flat so you could perfectly see her lightning blue eyes. This was my adorably pressase little sister Fiona Green, who adored and worshiped her super cool and talented big brother like the god he is.

“Move” Fiona yelled, “Sheba wants outside!”

I responded to my loving sister's request by sitting down and petting the panther on her head.

“Who’s a good girl” I ask the cat as she purrs from head scritches, “Sheba is, yes she is.”

“No” Nina objected, “he’s stealing the cat.”

“Counter attack” Luke yelled.

The three small children jumped off the giant cats back and leaped at me with all their combined power.

Naturally, they knocked me to the ground with ease.

“We got him” they all cheered.

However.

“Bwahahaha” I laughed as I rose from the ground, the children clinging to me, “did thee truly think that would be enough to slay thy! For I have no weakness!”

“Got ya” Clair cheered as she wrapped around me from behind.

“Ahh, my one weakness!”

Turning around, and making sure the kids and Clair were safe from getting hurt, I fell onto the heavily cushioned couch with all four of them giggling.

“What’s going on out there” a man's voice called from the kitchen nearby.

I sit up slightly on the couch, with Clair and the kids still holding onto me, and see a tall man step into the frame of the kitchen entrance. He had deep dark skin, curly brown hair which bordered on black and thick glasses that covered his blue eyes.

This is Skyes dad, Stanley Right. He is also a writing teacher and will straight up give you homework if you spell anything wrong.

Silver Lining, I is a rally good at the spolling of words now and gramericals.

“Oh” he said, taking note of Clair and I, “hey guys, what’s up.”

“Daddy” Nina yelled, leaping off of me and over the couch, “ Zee’s trying to steal Sheba.”

“I stopped him,” Luke stated, proudly standing on the back of the couch. I had to hold his shirt collar to make sure he didn’t fall to the floor.

“Did not, I did!”

“No” Fiona added in, as she stood on my stomach, “he’s my brother, so I did!”

“I’m sure you all did a great job keeping Sheba safe,” Stan assured the kids as he petted the cats head, “now please stop playing on the couch and come eat, dinner’s ready.”

“Ok” they all said at once.

Luke and Fiona both leaped off the couch, with Fiona making sure she dug her feet into my gut so she could jump high enough. She honestly should be in football with how hard she kicks. Also, I should probably see a doctor.

I won’t but I should.

“Are you guys hungry” Stan asked us as we started sitting up, “it’s meatball night?”

“Oh I can’t” Clair said, “I ate too much already.”

“I’ll take some balls in my mouth” I happily told Skyes dad, “you got rice with it?”

“Mashed potatoes” he told me, “but we used rice to make the meat balls.”

“Ooh, nice.”

I followed Stan into the kitchen while Clair chilled out on the couch and started messing around on her phone.

In the kitchen, the kids sat at an oval shaped table with plates in front of them that were filled with fluffy garlic butter mashed potatoes, two large meatballs with bits of rice in them, all of which were slightly covered with pork and mushroom gravy.

All three, thinking they were being sneaky, shared with Sheba who was begging at their feet.

“Here ya go” Stan said as he finished making a similar plate and held it out to me.

Naturally, most likely sensing that there was food with her food sense, Skye opened the nearby sliding backdoor and stepped into the kitchen. Her sweater and skirt had dirt sprinkled all over them and her glasses looked way more smudged then normal.

Close behind her was a slightly taller woman who honestly could have passed as Skyes twin sister if it weren’t for the fact that she was of a much lighter skin tone.

She had her ankle length blond hair tied in a tight bun and wore red gardening shorts with a tight white tank top which Skye has repeatedly begged her not to wear in public because of the tingly feeling it gave people when they saw her in it.

Apparently Skye didn’t like the fact that her mom, whose name is Trina, was the current crush of half the people in the neighborhood. A fact which I personally found hilariously.

“Skye” Nina yelled as she turned in her chair to greet her big sister. “Look!”

The little girl promptly reached into her pocket and held out a small, slightly yellow, tooth.

“Is that your tooth” Skye asked, a slightly worried look on her face.

You might think that’s a dumb question, but those twins tryed to set up a tooth ponzy scheme by tricking other kids into giving them their teeth. They made about 40 bucks before their mom put a stop to it.

“It is” Trina assured her, “but the way she got it out is a bit-”

“I punched her in the face,” Luke proudly stated.

“He did,” Fiona stated, “there was a lot of blood.”

“It took us five trys,” Nina happily added, clearly unbothered by the fact that her brother repeatedly bashed her face in.

“We’re going to get it traded in tomorrow” Trina sighed, “and until then neither of you are going on the computer. Are we clear.”

“Yes mommy” the twins said in unison, clearly not wanting to upset their mother anymore then they already had.

“I was uninvolved,” Fiona argued, “I’m not being punished too right?”

“You were there,” Nina stated.

“Yeah,” Luke added, “that makes you an accomplish, an accompouly, an accompert. . . you’re guilty!”

“Ok” Skye said, as she tried her best to understand the logic of seven year olds, “why did Luke even punch- are those meatballs?”

“Yep” Stan said as he walked a plate over to his wife, “here you go hun. Fresh warm balls.”

“Ew” Skye stated, “dad, don’t make jokes like that.”

“Thank you Stanny” Trina stated as she gave her husband a quick kiss, “I just adore your BALLS!”

“Mom!”

“Oh baby,” Stan told his wife, clearly picking up on the fact that they were tormenting their eighteen year old daughter, “these BALLS are all for you!”

“Please stop!”

“Oh come on” Trina stated as she sat down with her other two children and Fiona, “I need to praise your dad's BALLS, he has great BALLS!”

The three kids, and myself, promptly burst into uncontrollable laughter at the repeated shouting of the word balls.

“Okay, gross, ew, gross” Skye stated as she walked over to me, “can I please just eat.”

“You can still eat” I asked as she got her plate ready?

“I’m a growing girl.”

She finished stacking a few meatballs on top of her giant pile of mashed potatoes before opening the fridge and handing me a can of soda.

“Oh” she stated, two more sodas balanced in her filled arms, “can we eat in my room? We wanted to play games.”

“Sure” Stan said, “just bring your plates down when you're done.”

“Okay, thanks guys.”

“Don’t stay up too late,” Trina yelled as we exited the kitchen.

“Yo” I said to Clair as she reclined on Skyes couch, her phone in hand, “we heading up.”

“Dibs on the red controller” she said as she leaped off the couch and followed after Skye.

Jokes on her, I wanted the pink controller anyway. It has pretty flowers and sparkles on it.

The upstairs of Skyes house was made up of a short hallway with a closet at the end of it, one master bedroom on the left side and Skyes room and a bathroom on the right. The twins made their room in the garage which honestly was a pretty cool deal with how much their parents renovated it for them.

Other than which side they were on, the best way to tell which room was Skyes was by the pokemon stickers and cut out anime characters taped onto the door and the sign she hung on the door knob that said “welcome to the dungeon”. I have the same sign hung on the door to my basement if anyone was wondering.

With a quick turn of the knob, Clair and I were greeted by the scent of rosemary and lavender which filled a room decorated with a string of lights hung across the sealing, anime posters on the wall, and a few cute stuffed animals resting on the shelves a neatly made twin sized bed.

Over on the right side of the room were two large book shelves filled with books, manga, and comics which we have spent years repeatedly reading together. It also had a few toys and figurines strewn about it that added a bit of flare.

I make a mental note to stock up my personal collection of action figures and anime toys because they are awesome and everyone should have them decorating their living areas.

A little to the right of the book shelves was a tall entertainment stand with a TV set on top of it and two game systems hooked up on the bottom. Several games sat next to the consoles, just begging us to play them.

Skye walked in first and switched off the string of lights so she could use a more simple overhead light.

“What do you guys want to play” she asked before setting down her food and the two drinks, “oh, here Clair.”

She handed Clair one of the drinks as we sat on the two of the three cushions set directly in front of the TV.

“Thank you gorgeous” Clair said with a smile.

She opened it and took a quick sip before leaning forward to check out which video game would catch her eye.

Skye, meanwhile, started stripping off her dirt covered clothes while I enjoyed a nice helping of balls and white stuff in my mouth.

“How about soul calibur?”

“Naw” I said through bites, “you two will just get pissed off at me.”

“That’s because you constantly spam the same gosh darn move,” Skye said as she slipped her tank top off, “how about Isac?”

“That’s one player,” Calir said.

“Blondie” I asked, “why don’t you have a bra on?”

“None of them are fitting” she grumbled, “they shrunk in the wash or something.”

“Yeah you keep telling yourself that.”

After slipping her stockings and shoes off Skye tossed her dirty clothes into a small laundry basket at the end of her bed and headed to the restroom she had between her bookshelf and TV, a fact which I find weird as hell because no room, other than ones you vacation too like hotels, needs a bathroom in it. That is an unnecessary luxury and I stand by it no matter what you say.

“Here” Clair practically screamed.

She happily sat up and showed me the game she had chosen for us.

Quest, original edition. A fun little JRPG from way back in the old times of the 1970’s that got relaunched last year. The game is basically your run of the mill save the princess story from an evil lord while playing as either a mage, warrior, or rogue with two friends.

Combat is fun, original japanese diolage is translated in stupid english, and you can murder an old man for a magic pumpkin. What’s not to love?

Granted the original version is a little dated, what with it’s casual display of several racial stereotypes, rampant sexism, and dated social political views on several races that aren’t human.

But it also had an awesome mini game where you fight in a giant robot so I guess you need to take the good with the bad.

“Sounds good” I tell her before yelling at Skye, “blondie, we found a game.”

“Kay” she yelled back, “just let me get my contacts in and jammies on.”

“Dude, why do you keep your clothes in the bathroom closet?”

“Why don’t you?”

Fair enough.

Before Skye could leave her, completely unnecessary, bathroom Clair was already turning on one of the consoles and putting the game in.

With calming harp music playing the, name of the game, spelt with sparkling golden letters, slowly materialized against a brick red backdrop. The words “press any button” flashed at the bottom of the screen.

“Here you go” Clair said, handing me my favorite controller as she held hers firmly in her other hand.

Taking my pretty pink controller I readly tap a random button.

“New game” I ask the girls when our options show up.

“Yes” they both yell.

An epic trumpet sound erupts from the TV as soon as I hit the new game option before the screen goes to a deep black and the word loading flashes on the lower right.

Skye stepped out to join us and was now dressed in a white tank top and dark blue bike shorts. Her curly mess of blond hair was undone and fell to the floor of her room and her green eyes were no longer covered by her glasses.

“Why hello girl who desperately needs a haircut” I teased as Skye took her seat, food and drink in hand, “glad you could join us on our epic quest to slaughter the innocent demons caught in their king's political scandal.”

“It’s still kind of weird that they took out the human characters people were mad about but left the demons as is” Skye said as she took her controller, “also, I will never cut this mess. I have been growing it for way too long to turn back now.”

“Game’s starting” Clair informed us.

Starting at the bottom of the screen, bright yellow words began to slowly slide up.

“Why hello young travelers,” an old man's voice said as the words appeared, “I welcome thee to thine-”

“Skip” I state before repeatedly tapping the X button and skipping through the dialog.

“Alex” Skye exclaimed, clearly annoyed that I was trying to get to the game as soon as possible.

“Dude, this intro is like five minutes long and we’ve seen it like a hundred times now.”

“Yeah but it’s still a fun story. The introduction’s the best part.”

“And thus” the old man continued, “the king spread his seed throughout the line, hoping to father an heir who would raise-”

“Okay skip it.”

“Was that in the Japanese version” Clair asked as she switched from sitting on the pillow to laying on her stomach.

“No” I informed them, “the original had his son banging all the prostitutes and abandoning all his bastard children.”

“Oh wow that’s so much better.”

“Now tell me heroes,” the old man finished, “whom are you?”

On the screen appeared a cute young girl with braided white hair and dressed in a red robe standing between a large man in golden armor and a person in a dark brown cloak, whose gender is still being argued about to this very day.

“Dibs on the warrior” Skye yelled before instantly clicking on the hulking monster in armor.

“Cute girl” Clair screamed as she selected the red mage.

“And I will screw with everyone” I proudly state right before selecting the best character, the rogue who can steal from any npc, set traps, and gives Skye and Clair a headache because setting the traps right in front of them is really fun.

Which I did the moment the game started and inflicted both of their characters with poison.

“. . .Why do we let him be the thief again?”

“Cause neither of us want to be the thief.”

Mwahahaha.

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