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[t3kandson]

Deathly Powers

Word count; 8,960

Fandom; A.C.E. & The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Eric Sohn, Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Lee Donghun, Eric Sohn, Park Junhee, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Lee Hyunjae

Mentions; Kang Yuchan, Ji Changmin, Lee Sangyoon, Ju Haknyeon, Kim Younghoon, Choi Chanhee & Lee Hyunjae

Warnings; Angst, Supernatural, Passing out unconscious, Spiritual world, Violence, Death, Devil worshipping, Witchcraft, Images of predicted death of Main Character, Ghosts including Eric, Knife, Blood, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Threesome (kinda).

Notes; Part 1/3 Parts.

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Taglist; @nyu-topia

“The most important thing is to listen to me, especially when I feel it's not safe," Donghun said as you listened intently. "If I find a case too dangerous we need to contact Kim Byeongkwan & Ji Changmin. They are our Demonologist exorcists," he continued as you nodded.

Lee Donghun was your childhood school friend, one who you had gone on two different paths with. While Donghun was up the temples working hard on his spiritual path. You had a string full of broken relationships and failed job prospects. That was till your recent relationship disaster with Choi Chanhee. Who was caught having an affair with your work colleague Kim Younghoon. Turning to alcohol had been your saving till Jacob Bae had brought you to a Powerful Sharman Park Junhee. His spiritual gift or being a soul rescuer. You blamed it on the demands for a purpose in life. But their was a part of you that had fire in your stomach ready to take on the world. The last person you expected to be your mentor was Lee Donghun. His eyes raised in your direction at viewing you at his door. Not impressed by the jokes of him seeing it coming. Now you were sat in his Healing room, chest full of powerful intoxicating incense. Your head slightly a little dizzy from all the chants upon your arrival in old Archaic Chinese. "Y/N are you even listening to me," Donghun said snapping his fingers as you grinned your most amused expression earning a raised brow. "What did I do to earn this punishment," he said into thin air in frustration. "What did they say," you teased as he deadpanned your way. "Have you even seen a spirit?" He questioned as you shook your head. This gift upon you had only shown you eerily feelings and items thrown in your company. But you were yet to be face with a see-through person or a white sperm like dude. "That's because you're not taking this seriously," he grumbled as he gave up sitting on the floor as your sure he was secretly praying for you to disappear. "Are you even aware what I do?" He said looking at you with hope of a easy path. "You seek out ghosts," you said as he rolled his eyes. "More context Y/N," he said as you shook your head. "We find lost souls and help them. Just sometimes," , "Yes you already said sometimes it gets dangerous," you cut him off. "Your job is to communicate with them while I send them to the next land," he explained as you nodded in awe. "But how do I do that if I can't see them?" You asked as he looked a little baffled himself. "We have to train you up I think," he said unsure. "I thought you knew what you were doing, so much for being my mentor," you scoffed as he frowned your way. "I've never had someone to train, so I wouldn't know. Yuchan was already gifted when he came to me," he scoffed with a saddened expression. "Yuchan?" You asked. "Kang Yuchan was a fine Soul rescuer but he got hurt last time. It will be a long time before he will be ready to come back. That's if he can find his health to return back,” he said looking to the floor. "What happened?" You gulped slightly afraid for the response. "Dangerous spirit which is why I need you to desperately listen to me," he snapped as you nodded. "Right first let's see if we can find a way for you to communicate," he said standing up as you mirrored. "Let's go on a hunt," he said excitedly your way.

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"Where are we?” you asked appearing in the wooded area he walked you through. "You tell me?" He said arms folded. "Well if I knew that I wouldn't be asking," you said folding yours his way too. "Close your eyes," he demanded as you obeyed. "I want you to focus on your breathing, breathe in.... hold...... breathe out," he said in such a relaxing tone. "And again," he instructed you once more. "Keep going Y/N," he encouraged as you continued. With each passing breath you felt the world spin around you as you felt your self merge with the outside air. "Imagine looking out the open door into a world that isn't ours," he said walking towards you as you heard the crunch of the dried leaves under his feet. "Imagine the crisp fresh air in your lungs," he said barely a whisper in your ear, causing you to shiver aroused by his voice. "I want you to see if you can find any people," he continued. Eyes looked around the forest in what felt like your daydream world, but you could not see anything. "Listen out if you can't see anyone, listen for the sounds," he says as you shiver slightly. From the chilly air that you are not sure is real or imagination. "I can only hear you," you say out as he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Can you sense anything even if you can't see it. Or feel words that flow that don't feel yours in your mind," he asks as you fall to silence. The only thing on your mind was food. Your tummy rumbling to help make your mouth salivate further. "Stop thinking of your stomach," Donghun moaned as your eyes opened up in excitement. "You knew what I was thinking?” you whispered in awe as he tilted his head with frustration. "Focus Y/N," he grumbled as your eyes rolled and went back to your imaginary world. Pressing his hands to your shoulder you took a deep breath in through your nose, holding it to release a couple seconds later. You could suddenly hear whispers, you tried to zone into the sound but they were barely audible. "You hear something?" Donghun questioned as you bite your lip nodding. "I think so but not enough to understand what, it's not loud enough," you said feeling goosebumps fall up your skin. "Well ask them to talk more clearer out Loud," he ordered as his second hand hit your shoulder. "Please Spirit speak louder and clearer so I can communicate with you," you said slightly a little apprehensive.

"Your mine," you heard whispered out as your eyebrows furrowed. Was it Donghun whispering those words? Was your childhood crush making you believe you could hear the words you wanted to hear. "Very funny Donghun," you said opening your eyes to him looking puzzled. "I said nothing," he replied as his sparkling brown eyes looked your way. "I'm not the one that likes to fuck around, that you," he said deadpanning you. "What did you hear anyway?" He questioned removing his hands. "Your nuts," you lied not wanting him to have acknowledge of your crush. Knowing he would question while you would have said that came from him. "Well guess the spirit truly knows you," Donghun teased as you scrunched your nose his way. "But on a good note you heard something so it's working, let's try again," he said with more motivation then earlier as you groaned. But trying again didn't work, your body was only swaying into the quiet without Donghun’s hands to keep you still. "Well we got a small progress, we're come back tomorrow and try again," Donghun said breaking you from your silent trance.

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"Hi Mrs Kim," Donghun said as your mother greeted you as Donghun dropped you off. "Lee Donghun is that really you? You must come in," she said not giving him a chance to back away. "You were with Donghun?” she asked in excitement your way remembering your one way crush on him. "Why are you even awake mum?" You questioned as she dragged Donghun to a table to sit. "Work overrun, what's both your two excuse," she said arms folded with a smirk between you both. "We're doing a temple project together," Donghun replied with a half lie. "Oooh temple work," she said excited before looking at the pot on the oven.

"I'm about to warm up some kimchi Jjigae, do you fancy some?" She asks as he nods being relaxed for the first time since meeting as adults. "Thank you that would be nice," he says as you admire the way his eyes small as he smiles.

"What?" He says as he catches you watching him. "Just amazed you know how to smile," you teased as he frowned. "Don't do that you might get frown lines permanently, don't let her ruin your perfect face," your mother said as he chuckled her way. "Mother he already has frown lines look," you teased pressing your finger to the lines his frown made in that moment. "Stop teasing him," she said slapping your shoulder. "I was trying to be a good friend, I know of a few people who could help out with Botox," you continued playfully despite loving his frown. "Yeah that be great always great to work on oneself. Shame we can't improve on your personality," he hit back as you aissh into the air pretending to strike him. "Can't I see you two have reunited," your mother said stirring the pot on the stove. "Yeah I've missed her like a hole in the head," he smirked seductively that had you roll your eyes. Not from his comment but the view he had given. Just why did he have to be so drop dead Gorgeous. "Do you want some?" Your mother said with a bowl In her hand. "No I'm ok I'm going up to bed soon," you said as your mum poured the warmed up meal into a bowl for Donghun. "Well don't let me stop you, your mums better company," Donghun said taking the bowl from her with a thank you added on. "Kiss ass," you spat out as he shook his head holding back a chuckle. "Kim Y/N language," your mother bit out smacking your arm once more. "See your here just to get me beat," you scoff at him rubbing your arm. "She's only doing what I wanted to do all day," he said eyes widening amused. "Whatever," you said clicking your tongue at the roof of your mouth. You didn't make it to your room as you threatened. Instead listening to your mother and Donghun chat about Temple life as they both ate up their food. "Oh wow, it's 4am, you must be tired, please stay. I can put you up in the spare room," she said as you smiled warmly her way. "That would be great we've got loads of work to do tomorrow, thank you," he said as she took his bowl. "Please let me wash up though," he said standing to take the bowl back. "I won't turn that down," she smiled back before turning to look at you. "You can help him, and be nice," she said prodding your arm making you wince. "Make sure he has all the bedding he needs too," she said as you nodded. "I will put up some of Y/N's brothers clothes up for you," she says before going upstairs. "How are Sangyeon and Haknyeon?" Donghun asked going to the sink. "Sangyeon’s married and with kids, we don't really see much of him, he's a Cardiologist," you said thinking of your elder brother fondly. "That's a shame I know you two was close," Donghun said as he passed a washed bowl your way to dry up. "It's ok I was pretty close to Haknyeon before he went to university," you said remembering the feeling of loneliness at home since your younger brother left. "Does he not come and visit much?” he continued to quiz. "He's in England at Oxford university, so no sadly," you said as he turned to you with sadness in his view. "You must have been so lonely without them," he said clearly feeling the emotions on your mind. "I wasn't till," you said pausing remembering Chanhee and the pain he caused. "Yeah I heard about that," he said as you looked to the floor. "Don't waste tears on people that aren't worth it," he said pressing his finger under your chin to look at him. His face full of concern, reminding you of the cherished friendship you had when you was younger. "New beginnings," you said taking a step back struggling with your over beating heart from his close contact. "I'll get your bedroom stuff sorted," you said as blood was rushing to your head a little too fast.

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"Come on lazy," came Donghun's voice before the impact of a pillow striking you. "We’ve got things to do, so get up," he continued as you groaned. "Just five minutes please," you whimpered keeping your eyes shut. "No five minutes, your eating into my time now, get up," he said continuing his pillow attack. "Ok, ok," you groaned sitting up to watch him smirk your way. "Good wash up, eat up and let's dash. We have got to see Sharman Park today," he said arms crossed on his chest in a thin white vest, his muscles easily noticeable. "Ok out my room so I can get sorted," you said gulping as he agreed. Why had your feelings for him suddenly hit max volume? You blamed this gift which was beginning to sound like a curse.

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"Hurry up," you said throwing your head over his car as you waited for him. His motherly act had him take your keys to lock up with your mother already having left for work. "Stop being impatient and get off my car," Donghun said as he pulled his arms around your waist to lift you from his vehicle. You groaned despite your heart beating so hard from the extra close contact with him. When your eyes took to a figure across the street. The energy from him was swimming in something strong that you couldn't put your finger on it. His expression mixed with anger and sadness as his eyes was heavily focused on you. You knew enough to know he wasn't alive. "Can you see that?" You said to Donghun without your eyes leaving the male. Who had started to walk towards you before he vanished as Donghun removed his hands from you. "Where?" Donghun questioned. "He's gone now, wait did I just see my first spirit?” you asked turning to face him as he glanced over your shoulder. "Did you really see nothing?" You asked as he shook his head looking at you puzzled. "Normally I can see the dead when I'm touching the person who can communicate with them," he explained. "But you were touching me," you said as his eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe with you I have to hold your hand or something," he said as he rubbed your shoulders with a smile. "But it proves your getting stronger. First a voice now a sighting," he said as he walked to the car. Your eyes raked where that man was once standing, now a complete empty area. But you felt as if his energy was still there causing a shiver down your spine. -------------------🔺-------------------

"What did you see?" Sharman Park said with his head tilting as he looks at you. "Why can I not see it?” he says looking frustrated as the wind blows the leaves from outside the temple. "Can you normally see what I'm thinking?" You ask despite knowing the answer. "If they mind letting their energy be seen," he whispers before looking to Donghun. "Or maybe I just have a different talent," you said causing him to smile his pretty little smile. "I held her and didn't see it neither. I can see even the vengeful ones normally," he said a little anxiously. "Do I need to hold her hand?" He asked the Sharman. "Well try it, see what happens," Sharman Park said as his eyes never left yours. "Y/N," Donghun said as his hands reached for yours as you looked between them both. "Calmly take it when your ready," The Sharman said, his eyes almost knowingly understanding your reluctance. Trying your best to gulp without Donghun noticing your apprehensions you pulled out your hands hoping they wasn't sweaty. Within minutes of touching the skin of your childhood crush.

Colour attacked you from the room as you felt dizzy, heart pumping fast that you knew it wasn't from your emotions towards Donghun. Then came darkness as you lost your vision collapsing into what fell like Donghun’s arms.

Taking a deep breath your opened to find the man you saw earlier. "Who are you?" You said in shakey breath as you moved from his warm grasps. "I'm Eric Sohn," he said as you suddenly realised his voice was the same from the woods. "Why am I here?" You said looking around the hallway you had entered. "Our house," he said watching you as you walked to a room to hold the doorknob. "Our?" You said turning to look at him but he was missing. Shaking your head you looked at the shut door. "This is just a dream," you whispered to yourself as you walked through to the room. The door slamming behind you leaving you alone. You took in the room, the beautiful pink decor with pink rose bedding on the double bed in the middle of the floor. By the headboard was the most beautiful wall mural you had ever seen. Ivy swirling around Angel cherubs. The detail told you that it was hand painted as you admired it. "It's beautiful isn't it?" You heard Eric's voice turning to expect to face him but the room remained empty. "It is, did you do this?" You asked to the empty room. "You did," was the only reply that came out. You turned to the voice from outside the door of the room. "My art is awful I can't do anything like that," you said walking to it hoping he would be on the other side of the door. "Only because you've locked it away, your artworks the most beautiful in the world," the voice said admiringly.

Opening the door, you saw him there leaning against the other side of the wall. "I'm confused," you said making your way towards him as he chuckled meeting you halfway. "You won't be soon, I promise," he said tucking a hair behind your ear. But before any words could follow through. The world you were sent to was taken from you, back to the outside surroundings of the temple.

"Y/N you ok?" Donghun said looking down to you full of concern. "Yeah I saw the man again, the one I heard in the woods," you said sounding wearily. "Did he hurt you?" Donghun asked as he sat you to sit up. "No, he didn't, he just confused me," you said looking at him as Sharman Park took your hands. "Anything?" Donghun said with concern as he looked to him shaking his head. "Is it vengeful?" Donghun said as Sharman Park looked at you more closely. "What did you see?" He questioned. "A house, a wall mural full of ivy and cherubs," you said briefly leaving out the words spoken between you and Eric. "I won't lie I'm unsettled. But I can't work out if that's because I can't see what she's seen, which I've never experienced. Or that theres something there we should be scared of," Park Sharman added as you looked to him confused. "You think Eric’s dangerous?" You said as the Sharman’s eyes opened wide hearing the name. "Is that his name Y/N?” he asked as you nodded. "He said his name was Eric Sohn, why does that mean something?" You asked as he shook his head. "No but it's something I can give to Hyunjae to research," he said smiling sweetly at you letting his hand leave. "Till then I don't want her working with me," Donghun said standing up. "I can see your concern, but we wanted her to work with her gift and she is. Let us not hinder it," Park Sharman said as Donghun tsssk into the air. "I won't lose her like I lost Yuchan," he said sounding upset. "Calm Lee Donghun, I can feel great things from her. Though she needs to be careful and not go thinking she's invincible. She will be ok as long as she's supervised," he said reassuring Donghun to no avail. "No I'm sorry I won't risk her not till I know that spirit is safe," Donghun said picking you up from the dusty wooded area floor. "Well as her mentor thats your choice to make. But a vengeful ghost will find her wherever she is. Whenever it is by your side under your watch or hidden away in a box," Sharman Park added. "I won't let her out my sight," Donghun added as he went to steer you out.

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"Right, I'm going to stay at yours till we work out who this spirit is," Donghun said as the car pulled up outside your house. "You automatically presume my mother will let you stay," you teased as he looked to you amused. "We both know she won't have any issue with that," he said as you chuckled his way knowing he was right. "Do you really think Eric is a vengeance spirit?" You asked as he looked at you with wary eyes. "I think he’s someone we need to treat as if he is, till we know for sure," Donghun said before getting out the car. You looked to the spot you saw Eric earlier but again it was empty.

As you both made your way to the door a gentleman appeared. His thick glasses with a geeky yet attractive visuals. "Are you Lee Donghun?" He asked as Donghun nodded. "I heard you deal with spiritual entities," he whispered looking anxious saying those words. "Yes, I do, but right now I've got an urgent case I'm dealing with," Donghun replied as the gentleman pushed his glasses up that clearly had slid down his nose. "I have a spirit that I'm sure is trying to tell me something, I feel him more then I see him. But when I do, he's angry, full of hate. It's like he wants me out my own house. I also have moments where I feel like someone else is in control of my body. Like I am just the spectator," the gentleman continued stuttering a little. "I know you must be terrified," Donghun sympathises as he touched his shoulder. "But we have a really important case right now that could be life or death," he says with fear in his own eyes. "But if you give me your details, I can contact you as soon as we are finished on this case," he adds. "Promise?” he asked with shakey breath clearly in fear of his entity in his home. "I promise," Donghun replied as the gentleman pulled out a card from his wallet.

"Life or death my ass," you said as you watched him enter his car looking depressed. "We could have taken the case on," you said jabbing him. "Y/N we can't it's dangerous for you," Donghun says his hands heavily on your shoulders. "Eric apparently is, who ever spirit he has, might not be," you said your face inches from his. "Y/N he said himself the ghost was angry it's possibly a vengeance ghost. Also Right now you seem to be extra sensitive that isn't what we need right now for you," Donghun glared. "Plus, I felt nothing when I touched him," he added as you shook your head. "You said you can see even vengeance ghosts. Maybe it's not with the data malfunction and it's you," you scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah both myself and Sharman Park are just having a malfunction," he said sarcastically. "Well who knows because you've had this issue twice with two different people," you bit back. "If its anything, it’s that my pain in ass past is annoying being some shield," he groaned as your eyes widened under his accusation. "So your saying it's me?" You whimpered. "Yes," he spat out as you threw your head back unable to find words to throw at him. "So in the meantime that poor bloke’s going to be scared in his own home," you said in another attempt to change his mind. "No we will deal with it when everything's been solved and it's safe," he said focusing on the word safe.

Noticing the man still In his car from the bathroom window, you creep down past Donghun chatting with your mum to go to him. If Donghun wasn't going to help him you wasn't going to let that stop. As Sharman Park said, Your talent should grow not be hindered. Reaching the car the man looks startled to see you standing there. "Hi," he said getting out and greeting you. "Why are you still here?" You asked suspicious hitting that he had waited around. "I don't know, I just haven't got it in me to leave, I'm just so desperate," he whimpered as you put your hand to his arm for comfort.

Like with Donghun the bright colours, racing heart, and dizziness causes you to pass out returning you back to the room once again.

"Really," you stomp your feet annoyed at the journey to get here. "Like could you have done it any other way then have me pass out," you scream into the air hoping Eric will reply. But instead the light bright room is empty of him or his voice. Instead the sunlight outside the room darkens. "Ok ok Eric I get it your vengeful," you spit out hoping for a reply as the room falls to pitch darkness. Fear creeps up you as you feel suffocated in this dark space alone from Donghun and the friendly features that Eric showed earlier. "Please don't let them be right about you," you whimper in fear hoping Eric will appear in the form you want him to. Instead gargled sounds and thuds on the floor hit out as you screech out. "This must be that man’s world," you whisper in denial. "Wake up," you hear Eric’s voice scream out in the distance. "I would if I could," you cry in panic as you walk towards the sound. Hands feeling for the doorknob hoping it will reach him like it did last time. "Wake up," you hear again a little angrier as your hands find the doorknob. Pulling it open the hallway is no lighter, your hands reaching out to walk forward till they bump into a body. "Eric please say that’s you," you say out hopeful. But instead, you see red angry eyes appear in your view. "I said wake up," Eric’s voice hits from the body your seeing draped in darkness and evil.

"Y/N," you hear from Donghun’s voice as you turn to the darken room. "Donghun I'm here I can't wake up," you scream to the silence as you feel your body shake. Bright lights attack your eyes as you wake whimpering to see Donghun’s worried face holding you once more. "It's ok, it's ok, I got you," he says as you shake in fear in his arms. "It was dark," you cry out not letting him know about what you saw with Eric. "It's ok, I got you," Donghun repeated as he sat holding you while the gentleman watched on. "Does she need anything?" He said with equal concern. "No Mr Kim," Donghun spat out with anger laced in his tone. "Let's get you indoors ok," Donghun said helping to lift you from the floor. Your eyes take Mr Kim and he looks at you with pure worry as his glasses slide down his nose. "I’ll be back to speak to you in a minute just please let me get her inside," Donghun says more calmer. "Ok Mr Lee, take your time," Mr Kim reply's as Donghun takes you inside.

But before you can get to the door he pulls you to look at him. "Why did you do that? I told you it was dangerous," he spat out. "Because I wanted to help," you reply as his jaw tenses in anger. "Y/N you fucking passed out and went somewhere we couldn't get you from," he growled. "I woke up though," you replied barely audible. "What if you didn't, I've already lost one person under my wing. I can't afford to lose another," he spat out. "I'm not Yuchan," you hit back feeling stronger. "No your not, he had years under his belt, he was stronger and he listened to me," Donghun spat out hurting your pride. "Anyway, I think that little experiment of yours is enough to tell me that this won't work," he said a little more strict toned. "What?" You gasped. "This is too dangerous for you, I won't work with you. Tomorrow you're going to the temple to somehow get this gift of yours removed. You need to be closed off instead of your third eye opened up," Donghun said almost like he was trying to convince himself. "You make it sound like I wanted this gift for myself," you cried out. "Knowing you you probably did," Donghun said tossing his hands in despair through his hair. "Donghun," you cried out hurt with his words. "Look enoughs been said you need rest, you've passed out twice with these encounters today, we will sort this out tomorrow," he said more softer. "What about Mr Kim?” you asked with concern. "I think Byeongkwan and Changmin can deal with his vengeance spirit, because I'm now one man down, again.” Donghun added as you rolled your eyes walking inside your home. Once in the quiet you threw your head at the back of the wall. No way on this earth you were going to let this go. You were going to train even harder just to prove a point, especially to Donghun.

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Sharman Park refused to accept Donghun’s demands, instead keeping you there to help train you himself. Each day made you feel stronger just from the constant mediation and deeply inhaled essences around the temple. Donghun had only visited once to speak with Hyunjae. His research hadn't proven fruitful and they couldn't prove or unprove if Eric Sohn was peaceful or vengeful. Donghun had only spoken briefly to you but that wasn't his fault. It was more to do with you pretending to meditate when he arrived. Just to put two fingers to him that you could be taught by someone that wasn't him. -------------------🔺-------------------

After a couple of weeks, you decided to leave the temple, Sharman Park happily authorising. Entering your quiet home you found a pile of letters on the table in your name. While opening one of them a get well card was pulled from its envelope.

I'm sorry if I caused any stress. Hope your feeling better soon

Mr Kim Sehyoon. Xx

"Ahh bless him," you said to the silence. You wondered if he got the help he needed. Knowing Donghun wouldn't update you, you run to your bag. Inside was the card with his details that Donghun accidentally dropped outside your house on the way to the temple. Ringing him you waited till he picked up.

"Hi Mr Kim, it's Kim Y/N here, I don't know if you remember me,", "I do how are you feeling?” the happy voice in the phone cut you off. "I'm good I'm doing much better thanks," you replied. "I was just wondering did you get your situation sorted," you asked as he breathed in deep in the background. "In all honesty, not yet, Mr Lee got me in contact with Mr Ji. But sadly him and his colleague are also working on an important case right now," he said with a sadden voice. "How would you feel if I came to yours, we could talk more about it. I'm not promising much as I'm not that talented, but I can try to help," you said waiting for the silence of the other end. "What's up Mr Kim?” you asked fearing the words you knew would come. "Mr Lee said that under no circumstances am I to meet you again," he said as your anger brewed. "Mr Lee is no longly working with me so no doubt that's why he said that," you replied as the silence continued for a short couple of seconds. "I'm sorry to hear that, he seemed to care a lot about you," Mr Kim replied. "It's a facade trust me. Look let me visit, if I can fix the issue then that's great. And if I can't Mr Lee don't even need to know I was there," you said down the phone. "I know your scared and I could maybe help free you from the fear your experiencing," You pleaded. "Ok," he reluctantly agreed. "But I would rather come to you instead of mine, incase it's too much for you," he replied as you agreed.

Waiting for the door to go you found him stood there, the face you hadn't seen in weeks. He was standing right behind Mr Kim who walked into your home with him following.

"Thanks for coming Mr Kim," you said as you sat down in the living room, your eyes between him and Eric. "He's called Sehyoon," Eric muttered for attention. "You can talk with me comfortably, call me Sehyoon," he said sitting down. Eric looked at you with the expression told you so, on his features. "Ok," you said smiling at him unsure of his reason to be attached this second to Eric. "Do you know a Eric Sohn by any chance?" You asked as Sehyoon pursed his lips in thought. "No I don't think I do, my memory isn't always great though," he said softly. "Why do you ask?" Sehyoon asked as Eric smirked your way. "Just a name that popped into my head," you lied as Eric chuckled. "Just a name am I?" He replied arms folded as you tried to block him out. Why was he suddenly appearing and for a lot longer then before. Had your talent got stronger? "So how long have you lived in your home?" You asked. "Only a year, I should have taken note that it been on the market several times. But I saw the bargain fee to buy it and ran like a fool," Sehyoon said as Eric bit back a chuckle. "Greed gets a man every time," Eric spat out as you inwardly rolled your eyes. "How soon did things begin to happen?" You questioned further. "Instantly as soon as I paid for it, I would get these weird flash of things I couldn't understand, bizarre dreams. That was before even stepping into the home. Once I was there theirs this heavy darkness feeling, like I'm not wanted. Things get thrown, I see shadows and worse I dream of nothing but death," he whimpers. "That sounds awful," you reply sympathetically. "Sounds like you pissed off hell," Eric grumbles as you look to him with annoyance earning him to smirk as he pokes his tongue into his cheeks. Closing your eyes trying to ignore how attractive he looked then, your eyes take Sehyoon's looking slightly taken aback. "Can you see someone?" He asks as your eyes widen. "Don't worry he seems to be my problem ghost not yours," you bit out looking at Eric. "Yours? told you you were mine," he said winking seductively as you shook your head. "Anything else happened bizarrely?" You asked as he ponders for a second. "My art inspiration is threw the roof I draw so many different kind of arts. Which isn't abnormal but always includes cherubs," he says as Eric shuffles in his chair. "Look I can show you," he says as he gets his phone to show, but Eric grabs it from him. Sehyoon looks in fear at what possibly looks like a dangling phone in the air. Leaning over you snatch it from Eric himself, his view a little more tense. "Hey I want to be nosey," Eric said reapplying his composure. "Well do it on your time not mine," you bit out as Your eyes took Sehyoon. "It's ok this ones harmless I promise, annoying but harmless," you add looking to Eric briefly. Looking at the photos of his art work you saw all the different art work with cherubs being his feature. Then one photo had you freeze to the spot it was a drawing of Ivy swirls around cherubs? Just like the one you saw in the house when you passed out. Dropping the phone you looked to Eric as he had his eyes closed full of anger. "What's going on why is that here? you said shakey towards him.

But before you could reach your hand to touch his shoulder, he throws his hand towards you. Like it some sort of power it launches you towards the ceiling as Sehyoon whimpers terrified. "Eric," you cry out but he looks angry, his eyes growling red. "You're not evil," you whimper as you feel a pressure around your neck. "Don't search any further, I won't let you," he growls as the room gets colourful once more. Instead of fear you feel ready to greet him in his world.

Opening your eyes you see the curtains of the bedroom as you realised your in bed. Feeling the naked skin of a body behind you you look to find Eric. "Morning Princess,” he says as you smile turning to face him. Instead of questions words fall from your mouth as if he's yours. "Morning," you smile wrapping your arms around his waist letting his toned chest flush against your face. "Did you sleep ok?" He asks as you nod enjoying the warmth of his tight hold. You feel happiness and totally in love with him. "I’ve got to get up soon and start painting," you say feeling foreign because art isn't your thing. "Can't it wait just some minutes, I don't want to let you go yet," Eric chuckles as he peppers kisses along your forehead. "I won't say no to that," you say as your own lips press kisses to his chest. He cups your face to look at you as his lips fall to yours. They are soft as he slowly tenderly lets his mouth roam yours. Laying you on your back he lets his kisses fall down your chest. His member heavy against your thighs lets you know he wants to ravish you. You want nothing more to have him making love to you right this second.

But instead of making love to him you're in the room a little more darker as night is upon you. Paint brush in your hand as you tilt to look at the art work you've done. Long swirls of ivy which has taken weeks to do over two angel cherubs. "That's so Beautiful our two future babies'," Eric said back hugging you as his lips fall to your neck. "I thought you wanted more then two," you chuckle despite feeling a little uncomfortable. "I do but if it's just two you want then that's what we got to go with. As long as your happy and healthy and so are they then I don't care how many we have," he says spinning you to face him. He looks at you with pure devotion in his eyes as he strokes your hair. But you feel something saddening in the pitt of your stomach. Like if he knows he won't want you no more. "I love you so much my beautiful wife," he chuckles as your heart feels like it's about to explode. "I love you too Sohn," you reply going onto tip toes to kiss him passionately.

Suddenly the room is pitch black, Eric is sat in a pentagon in candlelight. His tears red and angry you make your way to comfort him. But your hand just goes through his body like your the ghost. "Eric snap out of it," you whimper scared on his behalf. "Please, please, god hates me. He won't listen, I want death. I’ll do what ever you want me to do. Just give me death, let me go from this horrible world," he begs tears falling down his eyes in pure pain. "Eric please don't wish for that," you sob as a tear falls down your eyes too. But you know he can't hear your voice.

Falling to the floor you still realise your in the dark room, Eric’s world still continuing. Your feet feel wet as you pull them to you. But instead of water theirs enough light from the street light shining in the opening of the curtain, that you can tell that it's blood on your hands. Fearing Eric's death at his own hands you leap up to search the body. But instead of finding him you freeze to the spot when you find yourself. Heavy breath above you you look up to find a outline of a man. “Knife in his hand still dripping in the blood of the version of you on the floor. "Who are you?" You cry out shakily in fear hoping death in this world doesn't mean the same out there. The door behind is opened briefly to let in enough light that shows the face of your murderer.

Throat tightening you almost choke when you see Eric’s face looking past you at who ever’s standing behind. "No, No you didn't, why, why when you said you loved me," you cried out in fear as you crawled slightly backwards as you slipped on the blood hitting your head on the floor board.

"Y/N," you hear to your relief Donghun’s voice as you wake up in his arms. "Is she ok?" You hear Sehyoon behind in fear. Your eyes open briefly as you feel lightheaded struggling for focus. But through them you see Eric looking in fear at you. "Why? Why did you kill me?" You whimper as your focus takes him in properly. "No ones killed you don't be dramatic," Donghun said unaware of Eric's presence. "Eric answer me," you demand as you see tears fall down his eyes. "See I told you it's was some ghost called Eric. She said it was her problem ghost," Sehyoon said behind you. "Sorry, sorry," Eric said before allowing himself to disappear.

"Y/N what are you seeing?" Donghun asks shaking you. "He killed me," you whisper unsure what you saw even if you knew enough it wasn't real. "But I know he didn't mean to," you add as he tilts his head down towards you. "Who? this Eric guy?" Donghun asks for confirmation. "We were in love, crazy in love, and then he just killed me, he killed me after he asked for the devil. Wait was I the sacrifice," you splutter out as words was floating around your head, none of it really making sense. "Woah slow down your confusing me," Donghun said out. "But first let's get you off the floor," he said helping you to sit on a chair next to Sehyoon. "What happened, start from the beginning, don't leave anything out," he demands as you and Sehyoon explain the events that unfolded. Donghun stays silent listening occasionally throwing his hand through his hair looking uncomfortable. "Right let's get you something to eat, I will ring Byeongkwan and then we will go through this again,” he said as he looked to Sehyoon. "Thanks for ringing me, but I can handle it from now," he said to him. "Ok, let me know how you are later ok?" He says looking towards you as you smile his way. "No she won't. I knew she was too weak for this all, I don't want her part of this," Donghun ordered. "Donghun," you cried out as he put his hand to you to shhh you. "Ok I won't, I promise. I don’t want her hurt anymore," Sehyoon said standing up looking distraught. "I'll see myself out," he said, taking one look at you before he walked out. "Part of this? I'm already part of this Eric made sure of that," you cry out. "Or have you forgot he's my spirit not Sehyoon's," you add as he leans his head into his hands. "Donghun this is my job to fix this, my job to sort this," you said touching his shoulder as he glances at you. "Y/N your out your depth, this is Changmin and Byeongkwan's area of expertise to sort out,” Donghun says seriously. "But it's not happening to them it's happening to me, like you wanted it to. You were the one that took me to those woods," you shot out as he stood up straight. "And I regret it I truly do, because now you have an vengeful spirit attachment," Donghun says with deep concern laced in his voice. "Eric isn't vengeful," you spat out refusing to believe that despite everything you had witnessed. "Yeah because a friendly ghost pins their victim to the ceiling unconsciously. Takes her god knows where to witness her own future death," he shouts out. "Don't you get it if you saw your own death he's predicting it," Donghun continue shaking with anger. "How can he be vengeful if he’s pre-warning me, he's clearly trying to find a way to stop it happening. Which is easy because I just avoid falling in love with him then it won't happen," you spat out still numb and confused to what you viewed. "Love with him pfft," he added rather annoyed. "Well At least he acknowledged me, so it’s not that hard to think possible," you reply. "He's a ghost Y/N one who keeps hurting you, one we can't read or understand or know anything about him to that fact," Donghun says looking close to losing the will to live. "He has no footprint. No Eric Sohn has ever lived, not one that fits your descriptions," he says his eyes heavily focused on you. "What are you saying he gave me a false name to hide his evil background?" You question as he looks at you with a widened eyes smile, pointing out the obvious. "No, your men just are not talented like you think," you scoff out as he rolled his eyes hitting the table. "You've spent a few minutes in his company and suddenly he's an angel himself. Yet you've known me mostly all your life and can't trust me when I'm saying this is dangerous,” he says leaving words to fail you as silence falls. Enough’s enough we need to find a way to stop these sessions with Eric," Donghun said exhausted. "So no Sehyoon," he demanded.

"You going to remove yourself too?" You question arms folded. "What are you on about?" He asked rolling his eyes your way. "You forget that I've had these experiences with you too, in-fact more with you. You going to ban yourself from seeing me?" You ask as he chuckled mockingly. "As if I’m that lucky," he bit back hurting. "If you see me as the unluck in your life why did you come here then," you questioned hurt. "Because Sehyoon rang me crying in fear because my stupid ass friend was dead on the ceiling. What did you want me to do just go ok thanks for telling me just pray for her," he spat out. "You thought I was dead?" You asked more softly. "No I didn't, sehyoon did," he said more calmer. "But yes my heart did stop when I saw you on that ceiling silent and unconscious," he said looking up at you his hands looking like it wanted to touch you. "Because of Yuchan," he said trying to convince himself more then you. "You worried about me?” you said feeling confident to cup his face. His eyes watery looked your way. "It makes me feel good that you care about me," you whisper feeling the electricity shoot between you both. "I have to care about you I'm responsible for you," he reply's sounding once more like he’s convincing himself. "Please stop putting yourself in danger," he begs as a tear escapes. You press your forehead to his as he lets his hands fall to your shoulders. "I can't lose you too," he whimpers once more in pain. "You won't i promise," you said letting your lips touch his. As confidence you felt was alien to you hit through, you were taken back when he kissed you back. Tongues massaging yours as his hands pulled you closer to him. Hands falling to his back to grab hold of his T-shirt as you lose yourself.

He suddenly pushed you away looking at you with horror. "Sorry Y/N we can't, we shouldn't," he said standing from the chair as your eyes tried to search for his. "Donghun I like you, I always have," you said out unsure what was encouraging you to reveal yourself. "I can't do this," he said walking out the room as you threw your head to the table. What ever confidence you were sure Eric threw into you was in vain to bring your own rejection.

The living room door opened once more. Donghun returning. His eyes glazed over as he stormed towards you. "Fuck it," he growls as his lips hastily and much more desperate hit yours. His deep fierce kisses pushed you towards the walls, your hands falling to his hips as he rolled himself against you. Hands fall to his shirt as you remove in your heated passionate moment. Dragging your teeth down your lips at the naked top half on view. “You like?” he teases as you nod. "My turn," he growls as he pulls on your own as he hums with appreciation as he takes you in. Unzipping himself he pulls out his red angry cock. Your hands go to touch him, but he pulls your hands up above you. His lips taking a fresh amount of kisses before he continues. Pumping himself you let your bottoms fall as he smirks to himself. Flicking a leg behind his hip, his hands rest under the curve of your ass as he places his head by your entrance. Kissing you further he pushes in as you moan into his mouth.

But suddenly the kisses change to slow and tender, his vibe changing completely. His eyes red tinted as his expression switch to Eric's. He thrusts into you with desperation, fast heavy precise thrusts that have you crying in ecstasy. You watch as his view switches back to Donghun and your walls tighten around him. "Your mine," he says in Eric's voice and your torn from the seduction of them both. You should be terrified or scared but instead the view and sound of them both is having your walls choke around him. The difference in both of their moans a blended mixture of heaven to your ears. "Donghun," you cry out as you feel close to the edge. "You know it's me, say my name," Eric says as his face shifts back. "You belong to me, I will get you back to me again, I promise," he threatens. "Cum on this cock," he says nipping your jaw line as you meet his thrusts. "That's my good Princess," he coos as your hand finds his hair. But as they gel through, Donghun's features return. "Let go," he says deeply that has your stomach coil tight. Your high is so near. Lips fall back to your lips as they nip at you, the pitches of his high tells you he's close too. Growling as he fills you up with his warm cum spurs you into yours. Eric grabbing the last feature as your nails grip into his body convulsing violently as you fall apart from your orgasm. "That's right Princess, you came with me remember that," he whispers in to your ear as you lean onto him panting.

Silence fills the air as you both catch your breath. From the tone of his breathing you can tell it's Donghun back. "You should get some rest while I call Byeongkwan," Donghun said into the silence and sweet kisses he made against your crown. You nodded as you watched him get changed handing you your clothes back. "I’ll be outside taking this call ok. Please go to your room and get some sleep, You must be exhausted." He said reassuringly as you nodded. You watched him leave, your body rebelled falling into the wall.

What just happened? Did you sleep with Donghun or Eric? Or was it even both of them? The images Eric took you too earlier coming back to memory. Your mind felt like it was so overwhelmed with everything it couldn't even grasp what was going on. Who was Eric to you? Was Eric your future or was he your past?

----------------------🔺---------------- Donghun POV

"Byeongkwan we need to do something immediately, he’s going to kill her if we don't," you plead down the phone. "What's happened?" Your friend reply's as you close your eye trying to forget all the things you just saw. "I saw it with my own eyes, he’s going to use her as a sacrifice," Donghun cried out. "Please I can't lose her, we need to save her," you sob down the phone. "It's ok Hyung we got a plan, hold in there," he said reassuringly your way. Looking back towards the door to the house you closed your eyes adjusting to what just happened. You just allowed Eric Sohn to have Sex with the women you loved in your body.

Sequel Power Starved

Masterlist

A.C.E.'s Masterlist

[cottoncandy-cult]

Movie Night (ZFBFS)

It was just after sunset on one slow Saturday night, after almost a year together the two of them had formed a sort of weekend ritual. They had bonded closely, and Zack had come a long way with his lessons, he struggles with some words still but now he could read packaging, basic instructions, and had readable handwriting. Meanwhile (Y/n) had mellowed some, when it's just them she sought Zack's affection like a drug, and he was happy to indulge her. On this night the two were planning to binge a horror movie series, it was allegedly banned from their country due to questionable origins but one of (Y/n)'s recent targets had a collection of movies and TV series. She decided to help herself to them since they had stage a robbery anyways, so she loaded up her car and came home feeling like a champion. They had loaded up on junk foods, drinks, and some regular foods. They had to drag a second coffee table out of storage to put everything on, it was like a personal banquet. Both she and Zack had their own personal blankets, both fluffy and comfy with their selected images. Now that Zack could read, he liked to do some online shopping from time to time. They both had a habit of getting something for the other when shopping for themselves, though lately they had also taken to get what (Y/n) called bonding kits. Soap making kits, Candle Making kits, and more. The two had taken to creating things on their days off or when they had free time, it was a good way to decompress. Currently (Y/n) was sat on the couch, her fluffy cover draped over her lap, Zack was situated similarly right next to her. Both had a TV tray on their lap, eyes on the TV itself while devouring their individual meals.

They were sat with their thighs pressed to each other, basking in each other's warmth as the only light on in the living room had come from the TV and a hallway light that was left on for when they needed to go to the bathroom. They had just begun watching the first movie in the series, it was just starting pick up but even (Y/n) could admit she understood why they found the origins of the movie questionable. The vibe was off, it was just too raw. She felt like she was watching something from the dark web, granted the movies were illegal but this was a different kinda feeling. She had been taking lives for years, her entire life that was what she trained to do. Of course they didn't target the innocent, they went after those doing heinous things that were legally untouchable. They were the dark guard dog of the government; they bared their fangs only at threats to society and the innocent. Because of this there were certain behaviors she noticed, certain real behaviors she shared with the killer. A pit was almost forming in her stomach, she felt like this was less of a horror movie and more of an execution video. Something that would usually be considered evidence, it was often they were shown evidence linked to specific targets to remind them why such people needed to be dealt with. There were many people who filmed their crimes, but because they neither speak nor show their face it's a struggle to provide enough legal evidence to formally arrest them. That's not to say there is zero evidence, rather the government has evidence they can't show to the people because the means in which it was gathered was either less than legal or it was gathered in a way that has yet to be revealed to the public. There are just some things people aren't ready to know about, things that would cause chaos if they came to light. Her job was important, because while technically supported and guided by the government, they were also a shadow group that operated separately. It was their job to protect the innocent ignorance of the public AND protect their lives. That was why this movie was giving her goose bumps, but still she watched as she ate. She hadn't been given orders to find this guy, so there might not be any proof against him and the movie is just really violent. She continued with her meal, occasionally sipping on her drink.

Neither had spoken during the movie, both were invested in watching it. Though she knew Zack's focus was brought on by the same feeling she got, he had been working for the company about a year now. He had seen the videos, the movies, the evidence. So, both were waiting, waiting for that singular moment of confirmation. Before neither had noticed the sun was coming up, they were 6 movies in by that point, all their food had been eaten and they STILL weren't sure about this series. "What the hell are we even watching anymore?" Zack grumbled to himself, pausing the movie as he began rubbing his eyes. "Not a clue, I lost the plot around movie 3." She had pulled her cover up to her shoulder, snuggling into Zack's side. The dark-haired male had draped his arm over her, looking down at his lover curiously. "Don't tell me you wanna sleep down here on the couch, the sun's starting to come up." Zack had watched as (Y/n) shifted, pressing against his chest and making him lay flat as she snuggled on top of him not unlike a cat. "Why not? It's our house, we can sleep where we want." She had adjusted her cover over them, making sure their whole bodies were covered as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. "Fine, but if you aren't up by noon, I'm dropping you in the pool." Zack pressed a kiss to the top of her head, relaxing against the surprisingly comfortable couch and closing his own eyes. When he felt her breathing even out with sleep, Zack brought a hand up to gently run through her hair. Turning the TV down low he had backed out to the streaming sites main menu, beginning to scroll for something to watch until he fell asleep. He had managed to grab a bowl of chips from the table without moving his lover too much, setting it on the floor closer to the couch so he could reach down to grab some when he wanted them while he watched the show he put on. He'd eat with one hand, using the other to play with the young woman's hair. This was pretty much how their Saturday nights ended, in each other's arms buried beneath the covers. Isolated from the outside world, instead living in their own little bubble once that front door closed. It was a peace Zack wouldn't trade for anything; this place was his Atlantis.

[eidrefangel09]

Got carried away while sketching to get my groove in drawing back....

There's no thoughts behind their eyes in my style💚

[fbfh]

Leo Valdez relationship and intimacy headcanons

As with all steamy/nsfw works, the characters are aged up to 18+/college era

so

let’s get started ‘,:)

(1.2k, get ready)

When you’re making out he’s a top

But when things get heavier

Bottom as hell

Like he’ll instigate

He’ll dance with you and playfully grind a little

He’ll kiss you and bite your ear and whisper things in spanish that shouldn’t be translated

But as soon as you reciprocate

Oh

Bottom mode: fucking on

[plankton voice] I didn’t expect to get this far

Later on in the relationship he might get a little more confident and top you on occasion

Or more if you encourage it

But if he could have one image for the rest of his life 

It would absolutely be you hovering over him about to go to town

Dies in the best possible way if you push him onto the bed/couch/wherever

Gets very excited when you straddle him

Please please straddle him

His hips will automatically go up a little before you even do anything

Really loves when you straddle him 

Loves holding your waist and loves squeezing your butt and loves touching your hair

Genuinely loves all the parts of you

Ass? Yes. Tiddies/pecs? Yes. Legs? Yes.

Big fan of making out

B i g fan of grinding

You could absolutely finish him by grinding

I’m not saying it hasn’t happened before

Like if you grind against him at all even a little

Shabam

Putty in your hands

If you do that little swirly thing with your hips that he loves he’ll moan so loudly

Speaking of which

He is so vocal

S o vocal

Half to break the tension half cause he can’t help it

Makes the absolute nicest noises

Like he takes in a sharp breath and then moans it out

It’s n i c e

A little part of you wants to bite his neck and record the noise as his ring tone in your phone

L o v e s  when you grab him by the collar

If he’s wearing a tie grab him by the tie

Lowkey started wearing a tie more often jus so you’d do this

Generally loves being in a very close proximity to you

He’s the type to be at least a little horny all the time 

His love manifests as horniness a lot

I’m talking any time any place

Especially if it’s inconvenient

Grocery store, clothes shopping, bumping into an old friend

Wake you up in the middle of the night to see if you’re feeling frisky kinda shit

And how could you not be with this boy

The morning after he’ll wake you up with neck kisses

And in his gravely ass morning voice 

“So… you up for round… what round are we up to?”

Goes feral when you lift up his shirt/hoodie by running your hands up his abs

Member 2/2 of the growl/purr thing club

He’ll say something dirty in spanish and punctuate it with some kind of purr snarl and maybe a well placed bite

It’s extremely effective

Don’t let him know that though

Otherwise he’ll do it all the time and have too much power

Speaking of power

Call him papi and he bursts into flame

“Whatever you say, papi…”

!!!!!!

He’ll genuinely freeze in shock

Red as a firetruck

But you can only do it like once a year or he’ll actually die

It’s that powerful

Really likes lacy underwear

If u wear bras and you happen to wear like 

An unlined lace bra

Esp if it’s like burgundy or red

Obvs

Or if you genuinely want to end him then wear matching bra and panty sets

The top of his head unfolds like a cartoon and animated rockets and fireworks spray out  

Another fun thing you can do to ruin him:

Trace your fingers over the lines of his muscles 

Especially his v line

Makes him shiver every fucking time

If you surprise him by pushing him onto the couch, straddle him and grind until he’s bucking his hips and moaning

Dw it doesn’t take long

He will literally genuinely unironically propose marriage if you do that

The type of person to cancel plans if you take off your shirt

Have you seen those tiktok videos where people surprise their s/os by walking out naked

The first one in this compilation is all I have to say about that

H i c k i e s

This man and his hickies,, eye-

He fucking LOVES giving you hickies

Will not object in any way shape or form if you give him a few on his chest and neck

Will “accidentally” let them show without an ounce of shame

r/oopsdidntmeanto

Bite his collar bones really gently

Just trust me his reaction is worth it

Very very worth it

Squeeze his thighs from time to time

It’s a nice surprise for all parties

He is a total hoe for egirls 

You cannot convince me otherwise

Like if you put on any kind of egirl outfit/makeup he loses his shit

Do an ahegao face as a joke 

He actually stumbles backward and falls onto the nearest surface

And then bursts into flame

He just stares at you and you know you’re in for a long night/afternoon/morning

“H-how… how do I make you do that again??”

If you combine the face with the egirl look just uuuh

Time it at the beginning of a vacation or three day weekend

Cause neither of you will be doing anything for a while

Except each other

An “every surface in the house” kinda guy

Literally genuinely such a good lover

Like he’s so focused on you 

Gets serotonin just from you being around

Much less you trailing your hands under the waistband of his underwear

Oh do that too

Like you unbutton his pants and start to tug them down

But kinda play with the band and material of his underwear before you finish undressing him

Drives him fucking wild

m u t u a l  g r o p i n g

Very into foreplay/fun teasing

But won’t die without it

It’s like,, you get a cake and it’s amazing

And the more frosting decorations and sprinkles you add it gets even better

You’re just so excited you have dessert 

Idek if that makes sense but you probs get what i mean

He has a unique brand of aftercare

Ig it’s like,,, more focused on bonding than one person taking care of the other

Good luck not cuddling with this man

Let him sleep with his face in your chest

We all know he’s a stomach sleeper

Esp if you have boobs

If he could purr he absolutely would

If you try to wham bam thank you maam without cuddling after like 

He’ll survive

But when he finally gets you to cuddle he will absolutely make up for that lost time

His favorite thing ever is when he gets to see you just like,,, being organically yourself

Like watching you take off your makeup

Absolutely the type to watch you get dressed the morning after

Like you don’t even really realize he’s awake 

But you get that feeling like eyes are on you yk

You turn around and see him looking at you all sleepy and lovey

“...What?”

“Nothing…”

So you keep getting dressed

But the look doesn’t fade 

And you know it’s not nothing

The way he’s looking at you now, you know you’re the something

He makes it feel really nice to be the something 

Cause like you view yourself as his something

But he deadass sees you as his everything

And he will do everything he can to make you feel euphoric in as many aspects of your life as possible

[silviartemis]

Okay so, here's a part 2 (kinda) of this other thing

It's not necessary to have read it but since it's really short I'd suggest giving it a go.

This is Ralbert, non explicitly romantic but you could read it as such. It's been a year since Race's little Refuge vacation and Albert's a little overprotective.

*

"please put me down it's just a sprained ankle"

"Nuh uh"

"Aaaaaaaaaaalbert put me down!"

Albert did not put him down. He adjusted his grip around Race's calves and kept walking the few blocks towards the Lodge with him sprawled on top of his shoulder.

"If I put you down you's just gonna put your whole weight on it jus' to prove me wrong"

"Wouldn't!"

"Yes you would"

"... maybe. But I promise I won't! Listen I can't let the other kids see me like this Al! They need ta respect me!"

A series of images rapidly flashed behind Albert's eyes.

Race tripping on his feet and falling face first into a puddle.

Race hanging upside down from the top bunk.

Race covered in bread crumbs and chased by a flock of geese.

"Yeah I don't think that's gonna be a problem"

"Oh c'mon I don't need ta be carried around like a doll! I can walk damn well myself"

Another memory popped up, one that Albert would have rather forgotten but never seemed to fade, no matter how much time had passed. A memory that left him tense and on edge, like his whole world was riding on his shoulders.

He grew quiet.

"Al?"

"Albert?"

"For God's sake Alb..."

"I don't like it when yer hurt"

"Yeah no shit I don't like it either! But I'm fine, I promise... "

It had been almost a year since Race had gotten out of his first and hopefully only stay at the Refuge. A lot of stuff had happened in that year, both good and bad. Many older newsies had left and others had taken their place. Jack had come back and was on his way to become their new leader, with Race preparing to step in as his second in command. Albert still lived with his father but most of his time was spent at the Lodge with his friends, keeping the little ones in check and occasionally teaming up with other kids (most notably Race and Romeo) to drive Jack and the others mad with some prank.

All in all, things had been smooth sailing for a while.

Of course, one does not simply forget an experience like a whole winter in the refuge, but Racetrack Higgins was doing his very best to pretend it didn't ever happen, please and thank you. He never talked about it, never thought about it and if he occasionally skipped sleeping all together cause he couldn't bear to close his eyes for fear of never opening them again, well nobody needed to know. This plan worked fairly well most of the time, but there were certain factors that could disturb it significantly.

Namely, Albert.

The both of them took care of one another, that's how it had always been, but since the Refuge the redhead protectiveness had taken a brooding edge that hadn't been there before. Whenever Race got hurt, he'd make sure his friend was okay, throw a couple punches where necessary, and then spend the rest of the day checking on him like he was waiting for the blonde to break in a million little pieces.

That was very counterproductive, in Race's opinion. How could he pretend nothing ever happened if his friend kept trying to remind him? He was growing restless.

Though his voice sounded light and airy as usual, Albert was tense, his grip on Race tight.

"Just wanna make sure we get to the Lodge without you gettin' even more hurt, that's all"

"...yes, I know that. And I know you want to do that cause ya care about me or whatever... But I swear to God if ya don't put me down right this moment I'm gonna start moving so bad yer gonna drop me and I thinks you'd rather avoid that uh?"

"You ain't playing fair Higgins, I'd throw you on the ground myself if ya wasn't injured already..."

"But I am and you're not gonna do that cause ya love me too much ain't I right, DaSilva?"

"...go to Hell".

"Yeah, you know what? they call it the Refuge nowadays, been there done that, wouldn't recommend, but I got out almost a year ago so would you please, pleeaaase stop treating me like I'm made of glass!?"

As soon as this words left his mouth, Race knew something was off.

Albert stopped abruptly. He carefully put his friend down and turned to face him.

His eyes, locked in his Race's, were set in a hard stare, but the corner of his mouth trembled lightly. He just stood there for a little while, trying to find the voice his best friend just knocked out of him.

"It was my fault"

"What...?"

"That you got taken. By the bulls. I ran. Should've stayed with you. Don't want it to happen again."

With a shrug, he averted his eyes.

Race was petrified. He didn't understand. Albert was the one who took care of him. The one who held him when he dared let himself cry. The one who followed him around for a whole month selling the last papes he was too tired to sell. He was the one that supported him all along the way, the one that helped him find the strength to start feeling alright again.

"What the hell? Of course you ran Al or they would've caught ya too, they was damn fast! Have... Have you been blaming yourself this whole time?"

Race's hands gently cupped his friend's face, turning it towards him, but Albert still refused to meet his eyes.

"I thought you would die. I was scared."

"Albert, look at me."

When his watery eyes finally met his friend's blue ones, Race was softly smiling. In his eyes a silent plea for Albert to understand all the things he didn't know how to say.

"I was scared too. Fuck I am still. So damn scared. And I thought I could jus' forget about it but I can't and sometimes it drives me crazy. But... I know I'm safe now. I'm okay. When I saw ya comin' ta get me...I knew I'd be alright. You took good care of me. You always do. 's thanks to you if I'm alive. Okay?"

Albert took in a shuddering breath. He couldn't really believe what his friend was telling him, couldn't shake the feeling he should've done more, should've been right by his side all those months in the Refuge. Race had been suffering alone for most of it and Albert couldn't forgive himself for letting that happen. But Race didn't blame him. Race told him he did good. He took care of him. And that's all Albert needed to hear.

"...okay"

"Good. Now..." Race swiftly and as gracefully as he could hopping on one leg, flung himself on Albert's back, locking his scrawny arms around his neck "... To the Lodge, my noble steed!"

"... You're unbelievable."

[descendantofthesparrow]

Remember your past life - Prince! Harry Hook x Chosen Knight! Reader - part 6

=

it had been two weeks since the first incident with Harry and (y/n), and they had begun to talk more and more, well, more like talk and sign, Harry even learning ASL to speak to (y/n) easier.

the two had become close in a short amount of time, (y/n) easily becoming close with Gil and Uma as well, feeling as if she was reuniting with old friends, getting along with them easily, which was weird since their friendship was fairly new.

now (y/n) was learning new things about Harry each day. one thing she found out pretty quickly, he loved root beer floats, and cinnamon rolls, another thing was

….

Harry was a huge fucking nerd.

he would babble on and on about anything, Evie had chattered on about chemistry and science for an hour with him.

and right now, (y/n) sat as Harry was chatting about something called a hot-footed frog, which apparently could be used for potions that were able to boost the users speed.

‘oh god’ (y/n) thought, watching Harry babble about the frog to Uma, CJ just behind him, braiding a couple of white and blue flowers together ‘please don't make me eat another frog’

(y/n)s breath hitched as the world brightened around her, the flowers CJ was holding becoming insanely familiar.

you watched as Harry took pictures of the flowers surrounding you, giddily exclaiming as he found more.

“oh there's one!” he laughed, snapping a photo of some bright yellow flowers “oh! and another!” you smiled slightly as Harry took another photo, this time of a blue nightshade patch.

“The flowers we have in Saorsa* aren't jus’ beautiful, they’re also extremely useful for a variety of food and elixirs.” Harry gasped as he spotted a particular flower, a gorgeous white and blue flower that hung over itself slightly, blooming gracefully.

“this one ’ere is called the silent prince” Harry murmured, leaning forward to brush the petals with his fingertips, you leaned forward on your knees, gazing at the flower.

“it's a rare endangered species, but despite our efforts, we can't get it to grow domestically yet, the prince can only grow out here in the wild” Harry sat back on his thighs, sighing wistfully as he stared at the flower. “all that we can hope...is that it will be strong enough ta prosper on its own”

you frowned as Harry's shoulders slumped, no doubt thinking of his own struggles as his own silent prince. suddenly Harry gasped, leaping forward on his knees, scrambling to catch something, you raised your brow smiling as Harry started to babble.

“is that what I think it is...IT IS” Harry muttered giddily, turning and smiling at you “I don't believe it but I actually caught one!”

you stared at Harry's hands as he cupped something in it, slight croaking coming from within, you had a bad feeling, but you ignored it, letting Harry cheer himself up.

“this delicacy is known ta have very, very potent effects under the right circumstances” Harry grinned as he opened his hands, revealing a green and peach frog, you tilted your head, nodding for Harry to go on.

“ta-dah! research from the castle shows that ingesting one of these little guys can actually augment certain abilities!!” Harry bit his lip, watching your reaction, you nodded hesitantly, having a feeling you knew where this was going.

“we wouldn't be in a controlled environment out here, but with yer level of physical fitness you’d be a perfect candidate for the study!” Harry scooted forward on his knees, grinning giddily like a little kid, it was kinda cute, to be honest.

wait...what?!

“go on!” Harry shoved the frog in your face, you tilted backward, avoiding the frog “taste it!”

oh hell no, you stood quickly, wanting to get away from the prince and his frog. “come on (y/n) please! I'll buy you some gourmet meat!!” you stopped, breathing deep before turning back around, seeing Harry's hopeful grinning face.

sighing, you walked back over to him, signing out ‘cook it first, I'm not eating it raw’

Harry grinned, cheering “yeah!!! come on! there's a stable nearby we can cook it!” you slumped as Harry stuffed the frog in his bag, leaping onto his horse. you were going to regret this.

glancing at the silent prince once more, you thought. ‘i hope it prospers too’

“there ya go Harry! now you’re the princess of flowers!” CJ announced, plopping the crown of silent prince’s on Harry's head, Harry paused in his ramble, eyeing the petal in the corner of his eyes.

you shook your head as you came out of the daydream, it seemed so familiar, as if you had experienced it before. But you brushed it off, watching the two pirate siblings.

“CJ” Harry started, turning to look at his little sister “wha’ the fuck?”

CJ cackled “come on! you look so pretty!!” Harry sighed reaching up to take the crown off before the sound of a phone camera going off startled him.

whipping around he saw Harriet grinning at him, Evie's phone in hand. ”lookin good, princess~”

Harry's face turned red as he proceeded to rip off the flower crown, though being careful not to hurt the flowers.

Harry stood, pushing past Harriet as she laughed “come on!!! you look pretty!!” Harry stalked away, holding up his middle finger.

“fuck off Hettie!!”

Harriet cackled as she handed the phone back to Evie, who cooed at the picture, CJ stood running after Harry, yelling out.

“princess Harry of the flowers come back!!” you heard Harry let out a loud groan of exasperation

shaking your head you giggled, covering your mouth slightly. Harriet turned to you, tilting her head and raising her brow.

“now who are yeh?” you waved, signing your name. Harriet nodded “(y/n)? alright, how’d yeh become friends with this bunch?” she gestured to the pirate crew, who were still laughing at CJ's nickname for Harry.

you shrugged, making Harriet laugh “heh, sounds about right, you just somehow ended up being friends right? that’ll happen”

you nodded, the odd feeling of having seen her before digging at the back of your mind, but that would be impossible, this was your first time ever even hearing about her, let alone meeting her.

“well,” Harriet grunted rolling back her shoulders,  "gotta go, crews waitin’ for me, nice meeting yeh (y/n)” you waved her goodbye, watching as she turned and walked out of the room, her scarlet and blue coat billowing behind her.

a flash and you saw Harriet walking away, a similar coat flowing behind her, walking between the king and queen, Harry at your side, fists clenched. groaning you patted your forehead, willing the odd images to go away.

“(y/n)!!” Lonnie called, all dressed in her ROAR gear, you stood, nodding as she walked closer “come on you promised me a sparring match” you paused, before nodding slowly, oh yeah.

loser buys ice cream right? you signed, making Lonnie grin slightly and nod “yep, just so you know, I love mint chocolate chip~”

you rolled your eyes, grinning smugly and I like (favorite ice cream flavor) Lonnie shrugged “not like I’m gonna need that information, cuz you're goin down!”

no, you snickered, I believe it is you that it's going down Lonnie cackled and rolled her eyes at your cockiness “yeah yeah, now go get dressed, and grab your sword, meet you in the training grounds outside!”

you nodded, picking up your bag and quickly making your way to your room to get dressed.

=

Harry sighed as he walked around campus, having lost CJ a little while ago, when he heard the familiar sounds of clashing swords, perking up he started to jog over to the source of the noise.

his jaw dropped as he rounded the corner, seeing Lonnie and (y/n) dancing around each other, clashing swords every other second.

Harry watched as Lonnie side swiped at (y/n), who backflipped just in time. Harry gasped as the surroundings around him shifted.

(y/n) landed, the metal clinging to her body sounding as she hit the ground, she dashed forward, and it was as if time slowed, hitting the sheikah warrior with a flurry of attacks.

the black-haired warrior grunted, managing to slide away, holding up her blade. (y/n) stood slowly, staring down the warrior.

“Impressive isn't she” his father said from beside him, staring down at the training knight, “she's the one to be rumored to wield the sword that seals the darkness” Harry nodded, watching as the warrior dashed forward once more, stabbing at (y/n) who simply sidestepped and parried the attack with her shield.

“aye” harry finally replied, glaring slightly at the girl “apparently so” his father glanced down at him, raising his brow.

“you should take notes from her, only 13, and she was able to draw the sword” Harry clenched his fists, biting his lip as he nodded.

“yes father”

Killian nodded, beginning to walk away, “remember your studies, Harrison, we need you to unlock your magic as soon as possible” Harry's shoulders sagged, nodding numbly as he watched (y/n) fight.

“yes father” he muttered, his shoulders jumping as the warrior spun around (y/n), swiping low at her feet, but the girl seemed to see through the warrior, leaping backward over them and landing on her knees, pointing the tip of her blade at the warrior.

“wa-how” the warrior panted, stumbling slightly as she stood. (y/n) said nothing, rushing forward and hitting the warrior with a quick barrage of attacks, ending the fight.

sighing (y/n) stood, cracking her neck, holding her hand out to the warrior, who laughed lightly and took the hand, letting (y/n) help her up.

(y/n) nodded as the warrior complimented (y/n) on her skill, she looked up, blinking surprised as (e/c) met ocean blue.

Harry gasped harshly as the world came back into focus, his shoulders jumping in surprise when he realized he was looking into the exact same (e/c) eyes he saw in his daydream a moment ago.

(y/n)...

looking down her body, his brows raised at the surprising amount of scars littering her body,

Harry couldn't help but feel like he had seen some of them before, but that was impossible.

“why are yeh so familiar?” Harry whispered, once more meeting (y/n)s eyes.

---end of part 6---

*Saorsa means Freedom, Liberty in Scottish Gaelic

@dpaccione​ 

thx @marichat4lyf​ for beta reading

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

Southern Sweetheart

Here's 2.5k words of Southern S/O X Bakugou, enjoy the feast my darlins.

The smell of freshly tilled dirt just made you even more eager to see your family. The way the wheat fields moved like waves in the ocean eased your nerves and just proved you were finally back home. You finally convinced your boyfriend to tag along with you for the weekend, but he might've underestimated the extent of what was to come. This here land was your Homeland and he was in a strange alien world.

"Tch, I still don't know why we gotta come all the way out in the middle of nowhere to meet your fuckin family." Katsuki grumbled as he sank deeper into the passenger seat of your Wrangler.

"Cuz Hot Stuff, you've only met em once and it were only for bout 20 minutes. Besides they love ya as far as they can throw ya." You shifted gears to accommodate the transition from road to backroads, causing him to grip his seat a bit tighter.

"You good babe? I'm only goin' 50. Do you want me to slow down ya city slicker?"

OH BOY CAN YOU

"Fuck you, I'm just not used to these fuckin pothOLES" he reached for every handle your car had to offer and braced himself as he felt the wheels slam inside a crater.

You purposely hit a monster pothole head on to shut him up. Evoking a glare from your normally badass lover.

"Oh yer fine Katsu, if Ole Bessie here can handle a ragin' cow in heat she can handle a little pothole. Just try to relax and think of it like a rollercoaster." You slapped the side of your car door and gave him a wicked smirk.

"Only thing ya gotta worry bout is the rogue buck, so keep an eye out. It is deer o' clock after all."

"Tch I thought 'Ole Bessie' could handle a 'ragin' cow', you're telling me she can't handle a deer?"

"Not at 67 miles per hour, Katsu."

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING SO DAMN FAST"

"It's an unspoken rule to fly down these roads." You shifted gears and smirked as he sunk deeper into the seat due to the force of Ole Bessie claiming the road.

"Goddammit Y/n stop trying to fuckin scare me."

"Ah so it's workin then? Admit it Katsu!" You shifted again causing the speedometer to jump to 86.

"GODDAMIT YES OK IM FUCKIN SCARED OF YOU GOING THIS DAMN FAST ON A DIRT FUCKIN ROAD OK??" His were hands uncontrollably creating small Sparks out of sheer panic at this point.

"Fine, I'll slow it down a smidge. Jussa smidge though. How's 76?"

"GODDAMMIT Y/N!!!"

----

You smirk knowing what was coming up ahead. You knew Katsuki has probably never smelled farmland or even seen a real actual cow in flesh n blood and you couldn't help but giggle.

"THE HELL IS THAT?" He covered his nose and fanned the air staring at you accusingly.

"Well, roll up the windahs darlin', you're bout to smell some good ole dairy cows."

"What the fuck do you mean."

You point to his window and he looks out it to see a whole herd of dairys just grazing and swatting flies. You couldn't help but love his expression. You were right, he's never personally seen cattle before.

"Why are there so fuckin many."

"How do you think we fill up entire tankers full o' milk Katsu. We gotta have a bunch of em. You're lookin at this year's yearlin's. They ain't even fully grown yet and they're already built like tanks."

He pretended not to be interested but you could see him sneaking looks out of the corner of your eye.

Oh if only he knew what you had in store for him.

----

The sunset peaked over the crest of a corn field, you both were in the car for about 4 hours now and you still had a small bit to go still. You glanced over at him and he was sound asleep. His right hand propped his face against the doors' armrest and he was manspreading. His face was relaxed and showing you a softer side of him only you knew about. His gentle breaths putting you at ease. You couldn't help but keep stealing glances at him wondering how you could snag this piece of man.

You turned down the radio for him and you reached out to his left hand and rubbed the back of it gently. You were so blessed to have him by your side, especially since his family loved him to death even if they knew him so little. You truly were-

"FUCKIN CHRIST-" you slammed on the brakes causing you both to nearly fly into the dashboard.

Katsuki instinctively went into fight or flight and almost blew your windshield up before-

"MOVE OUT THE FUCKIN ROAD YOU GOTDAMN FUTURE VENISON BURGER" You slammed on your horn and the deer bounded back into the woods.

"WHAT THE FUCK JUS-"

"It's just a goddamn deer, fucker came outta nowhere I swear to Christ. Sorry to wake you up darlin'."

"Get out, I'm driving."

"The fUCk you are?! We're almost there anyway Katsu. Fucker probably came from out gotdamn land anyways." You pressed on the gas and continued your journey.

He huffed as you kept going, pretty much just blowing off his offer. At least he could collect his heart from the floor and relax a bit before finally getting to your place.

"Katsu, fair warnin, my family is well, out there."

"Really? I couldn't tell based off of you 'Darlin'"

"Heh, you gonna learn today then."

You whipped into the driveway causing Katsuki to glare at you for throwing him around. He looked to see what was your house, a seemingly picture perfect two storied ranch house fitted with an extended porch and a white picket fence. He would've made a comment about it being cliche before you rolled down the windows and nearly put your whole torso out of the window before-

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEY"

Katuski flinched at your loud outburst seemingly at random before realizing what that meant.

Out came your parents who replied with their own pig call and rushed down the steps. Your brother stood at the porch and just waved at you two.

"What in the fuck is going on."

----

After introductions and a night's rest Katsuki woke up to a rooster.

His eyes shot open and he flinched before he realized where he was. You were in the same bed and were snuggling into his bicep, he brushed some hair behind your ear and smirked before holding you closer to him. He was about to kiss your forehead before that damned rooster crowed again. You shifted in your half awake daze.

"Babe, there's an uncooked chicken nugget that's about to be deep fried, get up."

You mumbled incoherently.

He shook you awake gently, "babe I'm gonna roast that fuckin bird if you don't get up."

"mmm -Jerry alone…"

"What was that my lasso?"

"Leave Jerry alone.. he's a jackass but hnn…" you groaned reluctantly. "Wait… YOUR LASSO?? IS THAT A NEW NICKNAME KATSU??"

"Fuckin hell that's what got you up?"

----

After you two got dressed and made your way downstairs for a deliciously cooked southern breakfast of ham, bacon, eggs, and some buttermilk toast, you got your boots on.

"Where are we going now babe, I thought we were going to spend time with your family."

"We are. But if we're gonna stay here, we're gonna help round the farm. Besides I gotta force ya to meet some other family members."

He huffed and started putting on his sneakers before you stopped him.

"Uh uh, darlin' you need workin boots, not those. Good thing I already bought ya a pair." You shove him some cowboy boots and he nearly laughs.

"You're fuckin joking me right?"

You stare at him with a dead serious glare, "We both need em if we're gonna be doin the work that needs ta get done babe."

"What the fuck are we doing that needs these fuckin things?" He shakes the boots in the air

"Oh you'll see, sugar. Now c'mon, Curly's waitin."

-----

You lead your frustrated boyfriend out to the pasture and honestly you could barely keep your eyes off of him. The steel toe boots you got him, some blue jeans, and Lord have mercy on that plaid shirt he had on. He was the spittin image of a country boy, but-

"Where the fuck are we going. Who the hell is Curly?"

His question was soon answered when he was toppled over by a horned goat.

"THERES MAH BOY" you patted the goat and it bleated happily to finally see you.

"A FUCKING GOAT?"

Curly took this as a challenge and attempted to ram into Katsuki again only to have a palm stop his head.

"Yeah Katsu, Curly's a boer goat. He was supposed ta be a meat goat but we all kinda got attached. He's got a fiery attitude just like ya too." You shove Katsuki teasingly and Curly saw an opening, he rammed at the back of Katsuki's knees causing him to fall over.

"You really gonna let a lil goat push you round like that?" Your boyfriend growled in response.

You pull him back on his feet as you coddle him "Now c'mon, you're gonna learn how to ride a horse Katsu."

----

"I take it you've never ridden a horse before?" You leaned against the fence watching him scan the pasture

"Show me the nearest horse in the city and I'll be more than happy to ride the fucker." He glared at your stupid question before going back to panning the meadow.

"Don't be like that Katsu, our horses are two sweethearts, I think you'll like em."

"Well I don't see them so I guess we're not riding today babe"

You grab him by his hand as you lead him to the barn to pick up a square of alfalfa.

"Now when they come barrelin down to get this don't be scared of em. They can sense fear and your fear will make them scared. Horses are very emotion sensitive animals, so that means no yellin neither." You break the square in half and give him one before walking back over to the metal gates.

He climbs up on the first rung of the fence and just looks at you smugly, "I don't think they, want to see us today Y/n, can't we just-"

You bang your heel on the gate causing the lock chains to jingle loudly.

You've rang the dinner bell.

You smirk at Katsuki's face when he hears the thundering of hooves. Sure he thought he knew you had horses but not monsters.

Two horses came sprinting to the gate, one Belgian Draft and one Clydesdale.

Bakugou was so entranced by their sheer power of them just running that he didn't even realize they were coming in hot.

The Belgian nearly charged at Katsuki causing him to flinch and nearly fly off the fence.

"HO, Waffle that's 'nough now you damn dummy, you both best be kind to poor Katuski here. Ya damn near scared 'im to death with yer eagerness. Katuski, mere."

Katuski dusted himself off and picked up his dropped alfalfa, "damn fuckin overgrown donkey."

"Katsu I need you to stick your hand out and let ole Waffle smell ya first, don't face directly at em neither, they're a pretty animal so ya gotta not act like a predator." You patted the Clydesdale's neck as it ate the alfalfa out of your hand.

"Tch, you're practically attacking that one's neck and you're telling me not to act like a predator?" He huffed.

Waffle huffed and took a step towards him as an attempt to scare off your boyfriend.

"Waffle Ho, stop bein spunky. Katuski don't let him walk over you like that, side step to him and extend your arm out, but keep it at a downward angle."

He groans and does what you tell him. The horse smells him and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement when he feels the horses powerful exhale on his skin.

"Heh, you big bastard." Katsuki slowly holds out the alfalfa half and offers it to the horse.

Waffle takes the bit gently from his hand and trots off with it to eat it in the grass.

Katuski has a smile on his face and an idea crosses your mind.

"Wanna ride him Katsu?"

----

You saddle up both horses on your own despite Katsuki offering to carry the saddles for you. He could really appreciate their size when the seemingly tiny saddle complimented their sheer amount of muscle.

"So, you'll ride Waffle, and I'll ride Hades. Do you need help gettin on em?" You tug a bit on Hades' saddle girth.

"Are you sure you aren't the one who needs help?" He smirks and starts to make his way over before you fling your foot in one of the stirrups with seemingly unknown flexibility.

You fling yourself over on top of the saddle seat with ease and gently plop down, shifting a bit before flashing him a grin.

You watch him struggle for a bit before pointing out the mounting block and he cusses at you a bit before finally getting on.

"Now, these boys are work horses so they listen to direction pretty well. If you need any help just let me know darlin." You click your tongue and Hades starts walking, his hoof fall echoing in the barn before stepping outside.

You turn him around to face the barn to look at a very confused yet impressed Katsuki.

"M-move." He gently nudges Waffle with his stirrups to no avail.

"Katsuki these are workin horses, they got iron sides. Just click your tongue twice and he'll move."

He clicks his tongue and nearly falls out of the saddle when Waffle takes his first step. Then his second. And third.

You can see the excitement on your city slicker boyfriend's face as he realizes the meaning behind the best seat in the world is in a saddle.

He takes some getting used to the commands like Ho and Woa, but he's a surprisingly quick learner.

----

You start your car to head back home. Katsuki fully enjoyed himself and you couldn't have asked for a more supportive boyfriend.

Before your car lurches forward your brother runs to the passenger side and slaps a cowboy hat on Bakugou. He acts like he hates it but he doesn't take it off.

You two take off to head back home before you see him roll up his sleeves up to his elbows and fix his hat.

"You embracin the cowboy life now Katsu?"

"Never, but I can see the charm in it." He smiles genuinely at you for a split second before, "you do act a lot like Curly, are you sure you ain't related to him?"

"Oh ha ha Kat- DIDJA JUST SAY 'AINT'"

"No I fuckin didn't."

"KATSUKI 'YEE HAW PUT EM UP' BAKUGOU HAH"

This was going to be long trip back home for him.

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ASK THE MUSE !

( reply as muse talking )

► NAME ➭  “Piers... jus’ Piers. Like Cher. Fuck off, I don’ give out m’last name.” ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭   “Depends on when y’meet me, but ‘f we’re playin’ at my usual timin’, I’m in a relationship wit’ Sonia.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭     “Depends on th’time ‘f day and where I am. And how drunk I am.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭    “Say th’wrong thing ‘bout m’lil sis and I will be.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭  “My parents aren’ ‘round ‘nymore.”

NINE FACTS !

► BIRTH PLACE ➭  “Born ‘n Spikemuth, ‘n’ I’ll probably die there too.” ► HAIR COLOR ➭  “Black wit’ a bit ‘f white. Why? Don’ ‘ave a pic ‘f me?” ► EYE COLOR ➭   “Green as fuck.” ► BIRTHDAY ➭     “May 20th. Actually forget I said tha’, I don’ want people makin’ a fuss.” ► MOOD ➭    “Kinda hungry righ’ now.” ► GENDER ➭  He opened his pants, as though to check, “Still a guy.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭  “I hate th’fuckin’ cold. So I guess Summer by default.” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭  “I sleep through most mornin’s so, afternoon? Or maybe mornin’s jus’ cause I get to sleep through ‘em.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE !

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?➭   “Yeah, I love Sonia. Kinda implied from one ‘f th’first questions y’asked me.” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭  “Still not sure hones’ly. Kinda happened wit’ Sonia in a sense, when I firs’ met ‘er when I was a lad, but not sure ‘f tha’ was love ‘r I just liked someone noticin’ me.” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  “Only had th’one, still goin’ strong.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭   “Probably broke a few fangirls’ hearts by turnin’ ‘em down. And probably m’whole fanbase when Sonia ‘n’ came out officially.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭   “Sure ‘s fuck was ‘fore I finally manned up and wen’ out wit’ Sonia.” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK?➭  “Marnie. Girl gives good hugs. Don’ tell ‘er I said tha’.” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭   “Haaaave ya met m’fanbase?.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭  “Tha’s a thing?”

SIX CHOICES !

► LOVE OR LUST ➭  “I don’ get th’idea ‘f them havin’ t’be mutually exclusive. Like sure, I’ve lusted and not loved, but I sure as hell lust ‘fter Sonia, and I love ‘er like nothin’ else.” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭   “Dunno wha’ th’deal ‘s wit’ cold tea. Gimme th’lemonade every time.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭   “Wit’ all th’fans I have, I think I jus’ wanna few really good people t’be tight wit’.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭   “Y’know, a few years ago, I’d have just slammed th’answer fer night out. But spendin’ nights in wit’ Sonia have been pretty fun in their own right.” ► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭  “NIGHT TIME ‘S TH’BEST TIME!”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS !

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭   “Oh please, I’m th’master ‘f tha’.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭  “Both, ‘specially while drunk.” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭  “Yeah... finally got ‘er in th’end though!”

FIVE PREFERENCES !

► SMILE OR EYES ➭  ”They’re both ‘n th’same face so I don’ gotta pick.” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭  “I do like when a gal has t’look up ‘t me t’look me ‘n th’eye...” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭   “I get lotta both wit’ Sonia!” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭  “Used t’be all ‘bout th’hook-ups, but now tha’ I got Sonia, I’m happy wit’ my relationship.”

FAMILY !

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭  “Wit’ Marnie, hell yeah! We’re super tight siblin’s! Didn’ get along wit’ m’pops so great when he was around. I was alrigh’ wit’ m’mum, except when I was skippin’ school.” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭  “Yeah... kinda do.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭   “I stayed over at a friend’s a couple times fer a week wit’out tellin’ m’parents, but tha’s ‘bout ‘t.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭  “M’pops wasn’ gonna mess up his public image by doin’ tha’ to a kid. I wonder ‘f he would’a ‘f he’d been around when I was a teen.”

FRIENDS !

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭   ”I don’ call people friends ‘f I don’ like ‘em, period.” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭  “Tha’s just more ‘f th’same shit from th’last question.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭  “Does Sonia count, even ‘f she’s also m’girlfriend?” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭   “Marnie and Sonia, probably. I can’ even remember everythin’ ‘bout m’self so I dunno ‘f anyone can know everythin’.”

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Tagged by - both @leafingmymark​ and @toxicdogars​ Tagging - Anyone who laughed at Piers’ interview just now. Or just anyone, I’m not actually that funny.

[cubbienamu]

“hoseok finding out yoongi regresses on accident but offers to help him out? if not, something like they get the dorm to themselves for a day and get to color and play is perfectly fine!!”

Gona do a mixture of both for ya >:) Sorry for it taking so long btw!! Its taking me a while to get back in the groove after not writing 4 ages hehe

(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁

Yoongi eyes were wide and bright as he played with his blocks. Each one was made from soft material in pastel colours, perfect for a little boy like Yoongi! He picked up a yellow block that jingled softly when Yoongi picked it up; the soft noise made him gasp before light giggles filled the room around him, what a pretty sound! He shook it over and over again and smiled gently. Warm sunlight trickled in through his curtains and sprinkled over the carpet where Yoongi was playing. The soft heat made the little one scrunch his toes happily and tap his white sock clad feet on the ground. The early morning was a peaceful bliss, nothing could interrupt it right?

Hmph. Wrong.

A loud knock startled yoongi out of his peaceful haze, making him whimper before he stood on shaky legs and padded towards his front door. He stood on the tips of his toes and peered through the peephole ‘oh!’ he thought ‘it’s Seokie!’ excitement washed over Yoongi as he remembered that his boyfriend was coming over ! This was short lived; he couldn’t be small anymore…

Yoongi quickly shook himself out of his mini pity party (albeit feeling unstable) and unlocked his door.

“hi Yoongigi!” Hoseok yelled before picking Yoongi up and hugging him like he hadn’t seen him in months, “I missed you~”

“Hehe, hi Seok…” Yoongi kicked his legs until he was put down and dragged Hoseok over to the couch where they could cuddle: if he couldn’t be completely little he was at least going to be held.

“Yoon, can we watch this new film I saw on Netflix? Its apparently super scary and I wanna get scared!” Hoseok was like a puppy, all giddy and excited, how could Yoongi say no? He didn’t want to make Seokie mad! It might be too scary for him in this unstable mind set, but Seokie looks so happy…

“s-sure, put it on” Yoongi spoke quietly, gripping his pyjama sleeve in anticipation of what was to come. The first ten minutes were bearable, pretty cliché but still entertaining. Everything was going swimmingly for Yoongi, he’d be fine.

The tv screen went blank before suddenly flashing a very gory image. Yoongi gasped, too scared to do much else, he just stared at the intense scene that was much too graphic for him. He didn’t notice that he was sobbing, he was focusing on his internal search for the safe headspace that made my him feel light and fluffy. ‘Not safe, not safe, not safe!’ his mind was frantic. He felt small. He felt scared. He wanted to be warm and safe.

“Yoongi? Baby what’s wrong? You usually don’t mind horror, baby I’m sorry”

Yoongi felt strong arms pulling him for a hug. Warm. He snuggles into to the warmth while sniffling (and getting tears on Hoseok’s shirt but we’ll ignore that)

“Seokie its scary…Yoonie don’ like that Seokie” he mumbled against Hoseok’s chest “wan’ do somethin’ else Seokie…I wanna play Seokie…”

 Woah. ‘well this is new’ Hoseok thought. His boyfriend was talking and acting like a three year old, for the first time since he had met him. What does he do in this situation? Yes, this is strange, but does he confront him or treat him like a child? He doesn’t want to upset him more than the movie seemingly had but he did want a little insight.

“um…Yoongi? Before we, um, play could you tell me what’s going on” he received a little mumble of “m jus’ small Seokie” before Yoongi went back to sniffling into the crook of his neck and saying he wanted to play. With a shrug Hoseok gently lifted Yoongi off of his lap and walked with him to his room ; he made the safe assumption that he would be more comfortable there. ‘I guess we’ll have to elaborate later’

Yoongi clapped and knelt onto his carpet, he could play now! He picked up his pretty yellow block and shook it. Softly, he giggled once again, this was complete bliss. Hoseok watched him with hesitant eyes. Was he supposed to play with him? Up until two minutes ago hoseok wasn’t aware of this headspace Yoongi seemed to have so he hadn’t an idea of how he was supposed to interact with him. Luckily for him, Yoongi waved him over with the block in his hand and patted the space next to him before passing Hoseok a crinkly blue block. “Seokie that make a scrunchy sound! But my yellow one i-is better!” Yoongi waved his block again, this time tapping his feet lightly in excitement.

Hoseok was completely baffled at this sight. He had never seen Hoongi so happy and it honestly was warming his heart. He didn’t fully understand what was going on but seeing his boyfriend so happy and carefree was enough for Hoseok to dismiss the sceptical part of his mind.

“Your block is very nice isn’t it angel? Do you want to show me other ones too?”

Yoongi’s eyes lit up, seokie wanted to see his toys! Eager as ever, he plopped himself between Hoseok’s legs and showed him each block one by one, babbling as he went. Hoseok smiled gently; if his boyfriend was happy, he was happy.

 first of all thank u to @princessrudolf requesting this!! it was rly fun to write :’]

i wanted to say that i really didn’t want to make this into something where hoseok is confrontational and generally not very considerate. I know that being so abruptly introduced to someones regression can be jarring and many people are quick to be serious about it but i wanted to portray a scenario in which someone is very open minded and careful (?) about their reaction. I also want to say that i kinda based yoongi on my own regression! he isn’t afraid once he is regressed around hoseok because he already trusts him and in his regressed headspace he isn’t thinking about the fact that hoseok doesn’t know what his regression is yet. sorry for the lengthy authors note hehe <3

[ghostmeep]

Aaaaaaaaa okay another quick [I apparently don’t understand the meaning of quick] commentary post about chapter 367, this time with screenshots, because there is s o much to unpack he r e [I though I was done, but haHA guESS NoT]

Spoilesrsrs ahea d [this is just me gushing over Furudate and Kageyama [with a bit of Yama, Tsukki, and Suga] and how i am kinda okay with the reason Karasuno lost because it makes sense to me, and just more gushing in general awoeinaowien] 

First, that colour sprea  d 

Beautiful as always, but ju s t damn can I take a moment to appreciate it fully? 

The quote at the top too. It’s basically saying the same thing as the chapter title (’our spring is over’) but it’s less final than the chapter title. Saying it this way, at the start of the chapter, when the chapter title isn’t known yet - it still gives the sense of hope. ‘This same spring will never come again’ so we gotta win now because it won’t come again it’s just another motivation for them to WIN. Coupled with the image itself? With everyone (minus Hinata) pushing forward full with determination????? YoU ARE STILL ANTICIPATING KARASUNO TO WIN

BUT NOPE

And okay, just a small insert here - because you all should be warned that Kageyama is favourite and I’m 100000% biased in everything I say because of it.

BuT KageyaMA IN fRonT. I have to admit, my biased self was really kinda hoping for Kageyama to lead Karasuno to victory. THoUGh ofc that isn’t what Haikyuu!! Is about - you don’t just win (or lose) because of one person. but because of how reliable he seemed ALL thROuGHoUT nationals and during ch 366 esp, i was really kinda hoping Karasuno would win because Kageyama would be able to fully draw out ALL of his spikers’ potential (as he has been striving to be able to do) [though I think he still got close!!!! With his teamwork with Tsukishima making leaps and bounds, and being able to send a quick to Yamaguchi as soon as he stepped on the court] 

BuT ANYWAYS I digress [from what? dunno, there really isn’t a point to this post]

Oh wait, actually one more gush about Kageyama

IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE’VE SEEN SOMEONE’S SURPRISED/AWED/CREEPED OUT REACTION TO KAGEYAMA’S PRECISE TOSSES BLE S S E D 

ALSO 

CAn we talk about how smooTHLY Yamaguchi stepped onto the court????????????? BABY CROW IS ALL GROWN UP He’s officially over the intimidation of stepping onto the court - even when now it was more than just to serve!! So much so that it wasn’t highlighted at all!! SO PROUD!!! Can you imagine just how much more he’ll be able to grow in the comings years??? [Though now I suppose we don’t have to imagine aowienaowien we’ll get to see it in canon]

Ah also, I said this in my previous post, but since that post was 100% a mess since it was just me word vomiting onto tumblr [not that this is that much different--] I want to say again, that even though I am biased to Kageyama, and I wanted him to be able to bring Karasuno to victory, I understand why he couldn’t [besides the fact that no one person can do it alone moral] 

But Kageyama’s jump serve is still, give or take, less than a year old 

It’s been in the making for less than a year, it’s not at its peak yet. The fact that he was able to make national veterans like Kamomedai struggle as much as he did is amazing. 

They weren’t aiming for a perfect receive off of Kageyama’s serve. Nozawa, who is a third year in this powerhouse school - who has probably had plenty of practice receiving powerful serves - was just aiming to ‘get a hand on it’ 

But, Nozawa is a third year in a powerhouse school with plenty of experience. He was able to ‘get a hand on’ Kageyama’s still developing serve. So it makes sense that Kageyama’s serve wasn’t enough to give Karasuno the win

ANd it makes sense why Karasuno lost

I would have been slightly upset if Karasuno lost just because Hinata wasn’t able to play, but I don’t think that is what Furudate-sensei was trying to show us. 

It wasn’t even just the fact that Tsukishima got a muscle strain and had to be pulled from the match either.

It’s been said again and again in canon, actually. It’s the same as Kageyama’s serve - Karasuno, in general, are still developing. Yes, the fact that they are always changing and coming up with new things helped them get this far, but it’s also true that because almost all of their new attacks that have been getting them points - are still not perfected yet. 

Karasuno is still new, half their starters are 1st years, and all of that, paired with the fact that they just got a really bad break with the line up (facing a the second seeded school, then the next day facing with their rivaled school in a long rally heavy match, then facing Kamomedai on the same day?? OOF) All of that is the reason Karasuno lost. It wasn’t just because Hinata was taken out.

ANywAYS 

I FULLY expect Kageyama giving Tsukishima setting tipS

Because it’s true that the setter isn’t the only one who sets the ball, it can’t always return to the setter perfectly after all. I WANT KAGEYAMA TO GIVE TSUKISHIMA SETTING TIPS AWOIEANWOEIN

Not that Tsukishima isn’t doing an amazing job without them [seTTING IS DIFFICULT] but still

Also,

Tsukishima PLEASE

You really are just like Hinata. You really can’t deny it at this point aowienAOIWENAWE

I mean seriously, loOK AT THAT FACE

IS THAT NOT A HINATA CHASING AFTER THE BALL FACE??????????????

Anddddddddddd Suga-san being as cool as always awoienaowien

It hurts, because he is correct. In this situation Yamaguchi was 100% the right choice [too bad it ended before Yamaguchi could really shine] 

And it hurts, because Suga won’t regret his words here even with their loss.

Speaking of their loss;;;;;;;;

ThAT cOMP THO

Everyone’s expressions awoeinaowiena and the third years, being the main focus, because this title is about them, it’s all of Karasuno’s ended spring, but it was their lAST spring. 

But look at their faces.

I really appreciate Furudate-sensei’s choice here. They aren’t gritting their teeth or expressing frustration or sadness in any way [yet] Because of their stoic expressions, it really drives it all home. Our Spring is Over. Just a fact being stated. It’s just....so final.

I’ve seen some people hope that there is a foul that will be called next chapter, but I can’t see that happening. The only foul that would help Karasuno right now is if Hoshiumi hit the net, but there is no indication that he was even close to doing so, and it would feellllllll kinda cheap to take away the finality in this chapter like that. 

So, Karasuno’s spring is over. 

But I have to admit, as much as this is painful, and as much as I’ve been obsessed over this loss for days now, I am still excited for what is to come????

I want to see the third years expressing that they’ve had no regrets with their team. That they are proud of their underclassmen and looking forward to what they’ll do next year

I want to see everyone seeing the third years off during graduation.

I want to see Ennoshita being CAPTAIN

I want to see the current first years being SENPAI 

-- I WANT NEW FIRST YEARS TO LOOK UP TO THE CURRENT ONES

like can you imagine Kageyama walking on eggshells around them at first because lets face it he was not the kindest senpai in middle school anD HE’S CHANGED AND HE WANTS TO TRY AND DO BETTER [but then Hinata does something stupid and he ends up yelling in front of them anyways] BuT new first years still SUPER impressed with Kageyama’s toss aoweinOAWIEAWE I WANT a baby setter to go up to Kageyama and ask him for help and tiPS and Kageyama giViNG them in his dumb clumsy way 

I want Tsukishima to act cold and cruel but the first years still being impressed with him and he just doesn’t know how to compute. He’s not used to anyone but Yamaguchi being so impressed with him. 

HinATA would just be like Tanaka and Noya probably awoeinaoWENAWe but it would be so cute because he would still completely get all excited and call Tanaka and Noya senpai all the time when he’s impressed with them s o aoweinawei 

I want Yamaguchi to get all the lo v e he desERVES and a baby new first year to go up to him and say ‘i was never really good at volleyball and was never a regular but i saw you play as the pitch server and i got inspired thinking maybe i can do that too’

ANd I know that we won’t be getting all [or even any] of that but i’m still hyped alright aoweinaowen

But seriously, I want to see what kind of first years Karasuno will get [and mmaYBE hoPEfuLLY it’ll be a decent amount? Not like ten because fact of the matter is is that they DIDN’T win, but three or so would be cool.] 

I want to see Karasuno FINALLY getting the gold that they deserve after seeing this loss that they had to face. 

I would even want to see the current first years be third years, if Furudate-sensei takes us that far. JuSttttttttt sooo many opportunities from here on out??? 

Basically, i’m just 100% stuck in volleyball hell.

[euphoriecs]

11/11/11 tag !!!

thank u sm for tagging me @yikescomma​, @buckaroowrites​ nd @yikeskimi​ !!!

rules: answer 11 questions, write your own 11, tag 11 people !

under the cut bc its a Lotta questions KSKSKSHK

yikescomma’s questions!!

1. what’s your favourite place to write?

oh this is ?? kind of a tough one bc i feel like i never Branched out in my spaces when it comes 2 being productive,, like a lot of my work is done in my bedroom just bc my desk is there and it’s the most convenient,,,, honestly im jus gonna say my favorite place to write would be from . my desk . bc it faces the window :-)

2. which character(s) from your wip(s) is your favourite?

since i only have wtsf confidently worked out ,, i’ll use those ocs !! but i think , quite Honestlie ,,, that wendy is my favorite character !! im rly in love with how she progresses as a person nd also she’s jsut . she gets it u know .

3. what are some inspirations for your wip(s)?

I TALKED ABT THIS BEFORE but b/ts’ hyyh series, my neighborhood, spring day by b/ts are a few inspirations for wtsf !!! 

4. how did you start writing?

my dad got me hooked on reading when i was really really young !! and being able to read abt all these huge worlds nd being given an opportunity 2 fall in love w them rly inspired me to want to write worlds of my own . plus , i watch a lot of different shows nd animes that feed into my daydreams nd sometimes im like ‘yo,,, that was a good daydream,,,,, time 2 story it’ .

5. which of your ocs is most difficult to write?

uHGHHGHGS ARTHUR ...... trying to capture this like . enigmatic feeling while keeping close 2 his reasons for acting That way is actually ,, rly hard?? hes a tough cookie 2 crack but i will crack it .

6. what aesthetic do you associate with your wip(s)?

for wtsf ,,, quiet towns , lonely beaches , sunset nd sunrise ,,, running through the streets ?? 

7. do you like planning?

YEA !! i see it more as like . being able to explore ur wip and what directions it can take nd its also jsut rly helpful to have a solid foundation .

8. what is your favourite quote from your wip(s)?

i pulled this from my drabbles but: “Slow down.” Wendy grabbed Arthur’s wrist, pulling him down to sit on the sand. “This world can’t keep up with you.”

9. do you like to listen to music while you write?

yes and no ?? im very particular to the kind of music im listening to nd more often than not, i write in complete silence ,,, but sometimes i’ll find a song that i feel rly fits the vibe of what im writing nd i just put it on repeat HGSHJK

10. what do you like most about your own writing?

i think i like the descriptive aspects of it ?? like how i describe places nd feelings ,,,, :-) !

11. what are/were/would be your ocs favourite subjects in school?

everyone except piper in wtsf is graduated from high school but ,, wendy liked english class the best bc it was fun nd she got good grades !! rafael definitely loved psychology nd took it at an ap level ,, arthur liked math nd chemistry .. chemistry he liked More bc he got 2 blow stuff up SKKSKSEH and piper likes world history!! tho shes not good at it . but she likes it!!

buckaroowrites’ questions!!

what is your favorite subgenre to write? to read?

i lov urban fantasy and low fantasy JGHDSHGJKS like its my favorite to write nd read bc like .. o heck ?? ghosts nd ghouls nd just overall supernatural stuff irl ?? that’s the way 2 go

if you had to be trapped on a desert island with any of your ocs, who would it be and why?

if i had 2 be trapped on a desert island ...... i’d probably choose rafael . honestlie he just seems like he always knows what’s up nd my chances of survival would increase w him JHGJKSJKS

what is your favorite medium to write?

definitely novels !! its a format i’ve pretty much grown up w and im more comfortable w this medium than any others GHSHJKS but i’d love to explore like ,, screenplays nd see where that takes me

who was your first oc?

HYLLY SHITTTT THIS BRINGS ME BACK SJHJHJGJKS i used to draw a lot back when i was younger nd so i had this oc JHJS his name was ian and he was meant for the maximum ride universe but he was a dumb dude who was 2% cat . nd he had an adopted sister ,, i forgot her name but she was part bird .

what was your first wip about?

world end club is supposed 2 be abt a group of teens who work together 2 take down a corporation that wants 2 essentially control the artificial island they live on thru engineered soldiers . ITS A CONCEPT ,, nd it requires a little Too Much for my one brain cell to think abt

thoughts on shakespeare?

uhhh no thots bc i never read his work in high school i jus know macbeth is cursed .... wow i rly dont know anything abt shakespeare huh .

poetry or prose?

o this is TOUGH i rly adore both .......... im gonna . im gonna go w prose . i lvoe poetry so much sometimes there are lines that just rly fucken punch u in the face but im gonna go w prose bc its familiar !!

would you ever co-write a story?

nO ..... i wouldnt b able 2 compromise i’d jus b like oH ACTUALLY SKSKKS MY IDEA’S DUMB LETS JUST DO URS 

write what you want to write or write what you want to read/watch?

oh . fuc .... i feel like its important to have a good balance of both but . honestlie im very partial to what i want to read/watch ..

do you like to write violence?

i dont Like 2 write it but its In My Wips !

what is your favorite trope?

oH ,, probably ‘fire forged friends’ or like . mutual pining ... i have too many favorite tropes nd somehow im gonna incorporate them all .

yikeskimi’s questions!!

Tell us about the main character(s) in your current WIP!

oKAY SO im gonna try to not make this too long SJKHJGS !! wendy is a very like . prickly character . shes like a cactus . nd she’s not too fond of letting ppl get close, but the ppl who do manage to get close to her are happie 2 learn she would actually die for them . loyalty is a Huge Huge part of her character, and she cares very deeply abt the people she calls family . shes also v sarcastic nd like . ‘open ur eyes dummy’ .

arthur is a kind of person who lives heavily on false pretenses . like he projects this image bc its an image that he can control nd he jsut Rolls w it , but hes actually someone who likes 2 tease his friends nd be friendly to them ,, hes got Issuez nd is very much the type of person to be like ‘o lol im ok :-)...’ nd prioritize the needs of others 

rafael is , in all honesty , just babey . he studied a lot during high school nd rly pushed himself beyond his limits bc he wants to be able 2 go 2 a good college on scholarship nd get a job 2 support his family , nd hes just ?? very responsible nd sweet but that can also manifest into him taking on more than he should nd burning out . 

piper is a very ,, honestlie kinda sad character kjHGJSJ she spends a lot of time just trying 2 appeal to other ppl bc she knows her interest in the supernatural make her a ‘weird’ person nd she wants to be able 2 have real friends ,, but when she learns 2 let go of this she’s very silly nd always making jokes During The Right time ..

Do you have an all time favorite OC? Tell us about them!

hMMMM i dont think i do ??? my memory of my ocs is rly bad JHSJ so more often than not i just ,, rip i dont remember them </3

If you could be best friends with one of your OCs, who would it be and why?

ms piper chaiyathan !!!! shes a very open nd kind individual nd i feel like our humor nd joking style would match V v v well !!!

Last line you’ve written in your WIP?

Wendy, unlike her brothers Adam and Nate, had inherited her father’s rough touch, and that made them both unwanted in the high stakes setting of a diner kitchen.

If you have a chosen title for your WIP, were there any titles you considered before it? And if not, what are some titles you’re thinking of?

when the sun falls went through SO many titles nd i actually have them all here: where the sun goes / fever dreams / above the sun / where the sun follows / the drowned sun ... as u can see the sun was smth i Needed .

What is an important element in the world your WIP takes place in?

uHHHH the supernatural element is . Very important but i cant be too specific about it but i will tell u it involves a dead tree on the beach .

Tell us an out of context spoiler.

arthur gets a cool new set of eyes.

Any power couples/ships in your WIP?

wendy nd arthur babey ,,,,,, bat nd molotov cocktail duo ,,,, last name central until the important moment nd THEN they use each other’s first names ..

Any music you like listening to while you write?

uHHHH specifically for wtsf i listen 2 a lot of hozier, lorde, conan gray, khalid nd halsey :-)

What would your main character(s) favorite song be?

oH okay i got this in the BAG ... wendy’s favorite song would Absolutely be work place by hozier or more than sorrow by a-lin ,,, arthur would definitely b listening 2 like . free spirit by khalid .. piper, since she p much spent all of middle school nd 2 years of high school in thailand ,, i think she’

Which character in your WIP could you relate to the most?

honestly? all of them !!! a lot of the characters in wtsf have little bits nd pieces of me bc thats how all my ocs come into existence nd theres no One character thats like “oh,,, das me”

and here are my 11 questions !!

Which one of your OCs do you think could survive a zombie apocalypse? Why?

What’s something you’ve been itching to write about?

Share the last paragraph you wrote!

Do you prefer coming up with plots or characters? Why?

Do you have any abandoned WIPs? Tell us about them!

What are some favorite themes/tropes to write about?

How do you get into the zone for writing?

Tell us a random fact for any of your OCs !!!

Are you someone who needs a visual for your WIPs?

What are some influences to your writing style?

If you had to be a character in one of your WIPs, which WIP would it be and what role would you play?

i’m gonna tag @babyreeds @holotones @alejandroistyping @noloumna @faerisms @omniawrites @aslanwrites @ashesconstellation @thegrievingyoung @glittcrpeach @syposium !!! no pressure to do it if u dont want to tho <3

[houseofglass]

When Jensen released the video announcing the conclusion of the series, I had a very weird feeling. I respect their decision but I think it was more Jensen idea than Jared and this annoys me a lot, but it seems that if you say something like that you are not a real fan. What do you think about it? You have no idea of ​​the insults I took because I dared to say that Jared and Jensen think differently...

I agree with you Nonny. I think it was Jensen’s idea too.

Bottom line: Jensen wants to move on, therefore, the show must end.

Longer version:

Jared has wanted to leave the show for a long time. Or, maybe not leave, but definitely not be in front of a camera for a while. He’s said that he’d like some time off after spn ends, but any actor that takes time off rarely gets back in the spotlight. But he wouldn’t leave as long as Jensen wanted to keep doing the show. Jared didn’t want to put the crew out of work (Oprah had similar concerns with her show, and I think she gave two or three years notice before ending), but he was also burning out. The show gracefully allowed more characters to reappear, which gave Jared a lighter workload. This worked for years.

Jensen wants to stay in the industry, but that means they can’t just end spn, they have to plan it out to the last day. In that planning is prep work for Jensen to show the industry who he is, what he’s capable of, and that he’s on the market again. That involves PR work to help guide public perceptions. This can be seen by Jensen’s public image lately: Architectural Digest shoot, King Bacchus, FBBC heavily promoted, and the texting ad, just to name the ones off the top of my head. This is radically different from Jared’s public persona: meeting fans, partying, drinking, and marathon running.

The video showed me that Jensen is ready for the next step, but Jared needs more time to mourn. But houseofglass, you said Jared wanted to leave! Yes, but he holds his emotions much closer to the surface than Jensen does. I think Jared, even though he’s tired, would have kept going on with the show just to keep his lifestyle afloat. I also think that even though they planned this out, seriously planned it, that it wasn’t real for Jared until they told the crew. As long as the workplace was in the dark, Jared could keep his fantasy of leaving alive. But once it became reality, several things probably fell into place for him.

What are those things? This depends on your perceptions Nonny. I don’t know if you’re a tinhat, a shipper, or a casual fan, so I’ll give a couple of explanations.

Casual Fan:Both have said they’ll keep going until the writing doesn’t work. Well, objectively, that would’ve been a few seasons ago. I mean, God’s sister? Crowley had a mother? WTF? The writers have been adding extra characters, presumably to give J2 time off, but the show has suffered as a result. Anyway. Let’s move on.

Jared’s adult life has been consumed by this show. He was 22 when he filmed the pilot, and is now 37. He has no idea of what adult life is without the show. Everything hinges on it. Travel, family time, filming, vacations, work related PR, conventions, meeting fans, all of it. Sure, he acted before the show and had a life before it as well. But his formative adult years were spent at one job. Imagine being married during the same age range for the same duration. Ending that marriage, whether toxic or not, is difficult.

Without the show, Jared has to figure out who he is and what he wants to do to fill his days. That’s really scary for someone who has mental illness or spends a lot of time inside their own head. As soon as the crew was notified, Jared had to face up to the fact that he agreed to this, that his life will now change, that his cornerstone is going to be gone, that it’s now REAL. So while he might have been ready to move on intellectually, he wasn’t quite ready to deal with the reality of it.

Jensen wants to keep working and try new things. Supernatural is holding him back. Don’t @ me, it is holding him back. He’s typecast. Pigeonholed. He’s Dean Winchester; tough guy with a soft heart. Trying to get another role will be difficult. If he stays in the industry and works behind the scenes he has a better chance, but first he needs to put spn behind him.

He knows Jared wants a break. He knows the crew will be unemployed. He knows spn contributes a lot to Vancouver/BC’s economy. He also knows he has to do difficult things to get what he wants. He has to end the show, and do it gracefully. I have no doubt he’s shaken up by his decision, but is comfortable with it.

Jared, however, seemed less comfortable with it even though he’s made it clear he wants a break. Wanting something and getting it are two different emotional states.

Shipper:Shipping isn’t a problem for J2. Kim Manners used to show them the Wincest fics and even print them out and post them on a bulletin board. J2 found it funny and a good release of creative energy. Neither appeared to have any issue with shipping.

Until they did.

Jensen could brush off all Destiel shipping questions pretty easily at first. It was an expression of creativity and his attitude was ‘to each their own’. But some Destiel shippers became militant and started asking invasive questions at cons. They also started hounding him on SM about Destiel. He’s handled it very well over the years, despite the hatred he received in return. But when he said, “Destiel doesn’t exist” at a con, I think that was the turning point for him.

Dean Winchester was a character Jensen really liked. Kinda tough, liked cars, masculine, good-natured, free lifestyle, that kind of thing. But somehow Dean got boiled down to half of Destiel. And I don’t mean with just the fans. I have eyes, I’ve seen the show, they queerbaited Cas and Dean when Cas was new. Although I think a lot of that queerbaiting was in the editing room. They could slow film down or change the colour saturation if they chose to, and this could change the audience’s perceptions of what’s going on.

Sidebar: I watched a show named unREAL which was about the producers of a show like The Bachelor, and in unREAL they demonstrated how to make two people look like they had chemistry. I had to pause the show, rewind, and watch again. I didn’t know that slowing film down could make glances seem significant. I know now.

So, here’s Jensen, playing a character he likes, only to have it 'twisted’ into something he doesn’t believe it is. For a while this was fine. Let the fans think what they want, it brings in ratings, it doesn’t change how he acted. Then it wasn’t fine, he got more and more irritated with the whole thing. If he kept going on with the show, he might have had to play a character in a way that was more like pandering and less like being authentic to the character.

On that note, Jensen has been distancing himself from Misha over the years. Why? Because Misha fuels Destiel whenever possible. Well, not lately. He’s switched to Sastiel. Anyway, despite being able to draw a crowd at a con with a Destiel panel, Jensen only does one a year: Jus In Bello. Please gently correct me if I’m wrong here, but I’m sure there’s only one Destiel panel and it’s in Rome. Jensen participated in the charity campaign with Misha, but not much since then. I suspect he did it because TPTB insisted he do something, and he agreed to the YANA campaign. Remember, celebrities are beholden to PR.

So now Jensen is doing a show with a person that isn’t respecting a boundary (stop pushing Destiel), and the perceptions of his character have changed in a way he doesn’t like. Time to end the show. Being a true professional, he ensured the fans and crew had enough notice to adjust to the idea.

Jared didn’t seem bothered by any shipping at all. If this is the primary reason for the show’s end, it was Jensen’s idea more than Jared’s IMO.

Tinhat:I believe Jared wanted to end the show after PR tried to separate him and Jensen by insisting they get married to women. Jared’s first breakdown was right about that time, and I always wondered if it was because he was living in a happy bubble with his lover and his show, and now he had to pander to the (perceived) hetero audience. Leading men just could not be gay back in the day. There’s more outed gay actors now, but fifteen years ago things were different. He held on, did as he was told, and his world continued.

Jared’s marriage seems to be falling apart, and I, personally, suspect it’s already over and done. Papers signed, custody arrangements made, properties split. If the show was still going on, he’d have to field questions about his divorce. But, if the show is announced it’s ending and then he announces his divorce, the divorce will take a back seat to the show’s finale. Timing is everything.

Jensen has seemed happy as a pig in shit for the entire run of the show. Sure, he’s had bad days, but mostly he’s enjoyed his time on spn and the lifestyle it’s awarded him. He didn’t seem as upset about getting married as Jared did (seriously, go find the pics of Jared’s wedding. He looked like he was kissing something repugnant), but Jensen had a different upbringing that conditioned him for a celebrity lifestyle. He probably knew beards were mandatory and it was just a matter of when, not if.

In order for them to still spend a ridiculous amount of time together, they had to keep the show going. It wasn’t a problem, the network was fine with it. But the pressure was hard for Jared and has been for a long time. If not for Jensen, Jared would have left years ago.

But then they announced the show was ending and their reactions were a bit off. Jensen appeared somewhat together, a bit excited, a bit sad, but ready. Jared looked like he’d been crying for hours and still had days worth of tears to shed.

The tinhat in me says this is because their entire world is about to change, and it may not be for the better. Nobody can predict the future. How much of J2’s success as a couple is reliant on them being together for most of the time? How will they navigate their relationship if only one is working? Will they come out? Probably not, if Jensen wants to stay in the industry. Jared won’t have his lover acting with him, he won’t have his lover for most of the hours in a day/week/month/year. He’s going to be alone, and that’s scary.

For the tinats: I’m not saying their relationship won’t survive. I don’t have a crystal ball. But it might be rocky at first while they figure out their new dynamics.

TL;DR: yes, Jensen seemed happier than Jared in the video. Jared seemed much more upset, and even tried to look at Jensen, who looked toward Misha instead of meeting his eyes.

Oh, and I didn’t really address Misha in this because it’s always been said that as long as J2 want the show to continue, it will. Him being in the video is more of a PR thing to me: Misha also needs to build his portfolio and I suspect his agent has negotiated more uh, 'lead exposure’? for him. I don’t know what the correct phrasing is, but he’s been lumped with J2 more and more lately.

Oh, and if you read this far, thanks for letting me babble :)

[joie-university-rp]

Dear IZAYAH SWANSON,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, EM! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

Name/Alias; pronouns: Em She/Her

Age, Timezone:  24/ GMT

Activity, short explanation: Should be the same as always lol

Ships: Izayah/ Male, Izayah/ Female

Anti-Ships: Izayah/ Forced.

Triggers: N/A

Preferred photo for Character’s ID (please give a link): https://www.myagecalculator.com/images/ansel-elgort.jpg

Anything else:N/A

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Izayah Elijah Swanson

FC: Ansel Elgort

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): 18/ Freshman

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): June 5th 2001

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Dallas, TX.

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual.

Major(s):  Game Design.

Minor(s) [optional]: N/A

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Single en-suite.

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Esports club, LGBTQ+

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush):

CHARACTER PROFILE: TW: Stroke.

Izayah is the youngest child in the Swanson family, and during his younger childhood, he had been quite the quiet and perfect kid. Not really causing much havoc or trouble since he kept himself to himself and entertained himself when he could.

When Izayah was 10 years old, he was diagnosed with being lactose intolerant, because of always being unwell after eating certain dairy products, so after that, his parents limited him to how much dairy he could eat.

During Izayah’s teen years, he became a little more outgoing and a bit rebellious in the way that he would stand up to his parents more if he didn’t like what they were telling him, or if they were forcing him to do something he didn’t like.

At the age of 15, Izayah suffered a stroke shortly after his birthday, and was rushed to hospital where he remained for a month, because he had been unconscious for quite a large amount of time, and also had to have an operation on his brain because of a blood clot that had happened.

Izayah had to learn to do all basic things again, like walk, eat, etc, but after some time, he managed to slowly get back to the hand of things, and thankfully now he has made a full recovery from that.

Turning 17. Izayah had to make a choice of what he wanted to study at college, and of course his father wanted him to study something in the medical field, but Izayah took matters into his own hands, and applied to study Game Design, since he was interested in the gaming world.

Izayah and his father don’t really get on very well, especially since he started to get more rebellious against him. He is much more kinder and friendly towards his mother since she seems to be a bit more caring and less strict than his father is.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

What made you want to attend Joie University? Well, my brother is there, so I just kinda followed him, plus, my parents kinda made me go to this college, BUT, I chose my own Major, they ain’t doing that for me.

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? Negative ones would be stubborn, sneaky, and disobedient,  and the positives would be Charming, Friendly (Most of the time… I guess… I can be a bitch or whatever when I wanna be though, but yeah.) And Determined.

Which of your traits do you value most? How could anyone not go with charming?

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? Uh…. I don’t know…

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? A life? Just to do stuff on my own without my parents breathing down my back.

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? ‘Don’t let parents control your life'

[ricandhaiz]

Blindsided, Chapter 10

Three months passed. Nic woke up in a cold sweat after a bad dream. Allie’s bed creaked as he sat up and held his bald head in his hands. He reached for his phone on the nightstand to check the time. It was 5 a.m. That’s just great, he muttered to himself and laid back down. He stared up at the darkened ceiling and began to relive the nightmare he’d just had, frame by frame. He cringed when he got to the part where Allie saw his burn-damaged face for the first time and gasped in horror. Even worse was the portion where she accused him of deceiving her for hiding the fact that he’d paid for her surgery. Try as he might, he was unable to block out these humiliating and heartbreaking scenes from his mind.  

Once it had played out in full, Nic looked over at Allie and immediately felt better. Unlike him, she was sleeping peacefully as his eyes slowly skimmed over her body. Her skin was soft and smooth…not like his own, which was rough and mottled in so many places. He yearned to caress her and lose himself in the warmth of her embrace. With her heightened sense of touch, it was hard for him to understand how she could bear to come into contact with those parts of his body night after night without feeling some sense of revulsion. But she did, and for that he felt both humbled and grateful.

He turned away with a sigh and pulled the covers back. Knowing that there was little chance of getting back to sleep, he slid his legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up when he saw Allie stir. He glanced back and watched her as she yawned and stretched.

“What time is it?” Allie asked as her eyes fluttered open.

“Too early for you to be getting up,” he replied with a smile as he climbed back into bed and folded her into his arms.

She rested her head on his shoulder and asked, “Then why are you awake?”

“I had a bad dream,” Nic confessed. “I was trying to get up without waking you.”

“I can feel your every move in this bed,” Allie replied. “You’re not exactly subtle when you shift around at night.”

“This mattress is old and creeky. What do you expect?”

Allie made a face, then said, “Don’t hate the bed. I’ll have you know that I’ve been sleeping on this mattress since I was ten.”

“I can tell,” Nic said with a smirk. “It’s definitely got a broken-into feel to it.”

With lightning speed, Allie reached back for her pillow and swung it at him. They both giggled as they fought for control of it. He wrested it from her grasp after a brief struggle, then threw it aside and straddled her. When she continued to put up a fuss, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’re being a very bad girl. What shall I do with you?”

A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Do whatever you want. I dare you.” He laughed and tickled her in the ribs. She howled in protest and tried to bat his hands away. Eventually, he agreed to a truce and sealed the deal with a kiss.

Minutes passed. As they lay side-by-side in the dark, Nic asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Allie didn’t respond immediately. He got the impression that something was troubling her. Finally, she said, “I was just thinking about the person who donated the money for my surgery.” Another pause. “Don’t you think it’s kind of weird how it all just kind of happened out of the blue?”

He blurted out, “Not necessarily. Rich people donate money to worthy causes all the time.”

“I know, but everything about this just seems so…mysterious. For one thing, it looks like the donor did everything he could to conceal his identity.”

“It could be a she, you know.” Allie nodded. Nic pulled her closer. “Anyway, he probably has his reasons. I wouldn’t worry about it too much if I were you.”

“I just wish there was some way I could thank that person, you know.”

While stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, he said, “If I were that person, I think that knowing that I was giving you the chance to regain your sight would be more than thanks enough.”

Allie was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Are you going to get up soon?”

“I think so,” Nic replied, stretching. “I’m feeling kind of restless and I doubt that I’ll be able to get back to sleep even if I tried.

“Is everything all right with you?”

He lied. “As far as I know. Why do you ask?”

She shrugged and said, “You’ve seemed kind of stressed out and preoccupied lately.”

Images from the nightmare suddenly flashed through his mind. He quickly shoved them aside, reminding himself that there was no way for him to honestly answer her without admitting what he’d done or sounding like a selfish prick who was more worried about his own needs and feelings than his girlfriend’s, who was just two days away from undergoing a life-altering operation. So instead, he deflected. “Don’t worry about me. You’ve got more than enough on your plate without adding my problems to it.”

Allie shook her head. “We’re a team, remember? I’m here for you too. You know that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Nic said as he grasped her hand and raised it to his lips. “So, what are you up to today?”

“My aunt is going to take me out to lunch and I, umm, also kind of told Conner that I’d meet him at Starbucks too.”

Nic frowned. “Why?”

Allie replied, “He called me the other day. He said that he felt bad about the way things have been going between us and wanted to bury the hatchet.”

“Can’t it wait until after your surgery?”

“That’s what I was thinking but he insisted, and my aunt told me that she doesn’t see the harm in meeting him over coffee.”

“I can’t believe that your aunt is taking his side.”

“You gotta understand. My aunt and his mom are like sisters. They confide in each other about almost everything. I’m sure he’s told his mom about how we’ve been on the outs lately. I’m guessing that she talked to my aunt about it and asked her if there was a way to smooth things over between us.”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Nic replied and shook his head. “He’s probably up to something. You know that, don’t you?”

“There’s nothing he can possibly say that would change my mind about you.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about, but still—”

“It’ll be fine. I can handle him.” After a brief pause, she asked, “What about you?”

“I was going to do some research at the library and…”

Allie smirked. “Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘All work and no play makes Nic a dull boy?’”

“Is this your way of saying that I’m boring and overly studious?”

“Not at all,” she replied with a chuckle. “You’re tons of fun. But taking a break from your studies and doing something besides hanging out with me might be just what you need right now. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen your friend Matt, hasn’t it? Why don’t you give him a call?”

Nic arched his brow and cocked his head to the side. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Never,” Allie said as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Just promise me you’ll have some fun and won’t go straight to the library and study all day while I’m out and about.”

“Will do.” He paused, then said, “You know, I think I will give Matt a ring and see what he’s up to.”

“That’s the spirit,” she replied cheerfully and punched him in the arm. “Live a little. You deserve a break.”

 It was mid-afternoon when Nic walked into Jesse’s Saloon. He looked around the dimly lit room with dark wood panels, tables and chairs. It was only half full as his eyes drifted from the front of this establishment, which had a large window with the bar’s name written on it in large red letters, to the back where two guys and a girl were playing pool.  Seeing no sign of Matt, he took a seat at the bar and watched TV to pass the time.

The bartender, an old man with gray hair and a gruff voice, looked at him with a wary eye. He approached him slowly and cautiously. “Are you lookin’ for somebody?”

Nic nodded. “I’m meeting a friend. He should be here any minute.”

He then leaned in and said in a low voice, “I don’t want no trouble.”

Puzzled, he said to the bartender, “Neither do I.”

He pointed to Nic’s face and said, “No offense, but it sure looks like you’ve been roughed up a time or two.”

If you only knew, Nic thought to himself and ordered a beer.

Just then, he saw Matt walk in. His big, burly friend patted Nic on the back and sat down in the empty bar stool next to his. He slapped his hand on the bar to get the old man’s attention and said, “I’ll jus git what he’s havin.” The old man grunted in reply and turned toward the tap to get their beverages.

Nic shook his head in mild disgust at the man’s total lack of grace and customer service, then turned to Matt and said, “It’s been too long. How’ve you been, man?”

“Just livin’ my life and doin’ my thang. What ‘bout you?”

“Studying mostly and working on reports for my classes.”

“Sounds like you been havin’ a grand ole time,” Matt teased. “Betta you than me. How’s yo boo?”

“Good, good,” Nic replied as he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He shot Nic an inquiring glance as the bartender handed them their beers. “Lay it on me, brotha.”

“Her eye surgery is tomorrow.”

Matt looked confused. “Dat’s good, init?”

Nic nodded. “Assuming everything goes well, there’s a good chance that she’ll be able to see again.”

His friend scratched his head, then asked, “Then why you trippin’?” Nic pointed to his face. “Oh!” Matt exclaimed with dawning comprehension.

Just then, the bartender placed a bowl of mini pretzels between him and Nic. Nic grabbed a handful and quickly popped a few into his mouth while Matt looked like he was trying to think of something to say.

“You scairt dat she’s gonna skedaddle once she sees yo face?”

“Something like that,” Nic replied as he stared at his beer mug.

For a time, they said little as they watched the Duke Blue Devils play the North Dakota State Bison in the first round of the NCAA Tournament. They ate pretzels and drank beer in companionable silence before Matt finally said, “I think yo blowin’ things outta proportion. From what I seen, she don’t seem like the kinda girl dat would do dat. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Nic agreed. Allie had told him as much on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only concern that was weighing on his mind.

“Where she at?”

“She went out to lunch with her aunt and is supposed to meet someone for coffee afterward.”

“Who she seein’?” Matt asked with one raised eyebrow.

“It’s this guy, a family friend that she’s known forever.”

“You okay with dat?”

“I trust her,” Nic quickly replied. “Him, not so much, but whatever. It’s complicated.”

Matt furrowed his brow. “You think she’s with him now?” Nic shrugged. His friend replied, “Then why don’t you call and see how she’s doin’?”

Nic looked down at his cell phone, which he’d put on the counter next to his beer and shook his head. “Nah, I can wait.”

“You sure ‘bout dat?” Nic nodded despite his misgivings about Conner and what he might be saying to Allie at that moment. Clearly unconvinced, Matt replied, “I’d do it if I was you.”

“I know you would,” he said, laughing. “But like I told you. We’re good. Solid as a rock.”

“I jus knew you two were goin’ to get together. I saw dat train comin’ a mile away,” Matt said as guzzled down the rest of his beer and stuffed a few more pretzels into his mouth. He promptly requested more of both from the bartender, then asked, “Do you love her?” Nic said yes. “Does she love you?”

“She tells me that at least once a day,” Nic replied with a smile. “Sometimes more.”

“Then you got nothin’ to worry ‘bout. From what I see, yo drivin’ yourself crazy over nothin’.” If only that were true, he thought to himself. For a split second, he toyed with the idea of telling his friend about how he’d secretly paid for Allie’s surgery, but then reconsidered. The fewer people that know, the better, he reminded himself just as his friend said, “Jus’ do yo self a favor and go home to yo woman and live yo life.”

 Nic took a walk around campus and then the park next to his apartment before heading home. Along the way, he walked by small groups of undergraduates, an old couple, and a young mother pushing her baby girl in a stroller. To his surprise and wonder, none of them gave him a second glance as he walked by. Nothing about him had changed…at least on the outside. But then again, maybe he had. It must be the Allie effect, he thought with a smile and picked up his pace.

He made it to the front door just as the last rays of the setting sun were fading from the sky. He inserted the key and turned the lock. As he opened the door a crack, he stopped and sniffed the air. Smells like baked bread and pasta. His stomach growled.

As soon as Nic stepped inside, he spotted Allie standing by the microwave.

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Allie said without skipping a beat. “My aunt dropped off some chicken linguine when she picked me up this morning. I’m warming up some rolls to go with it.”

“Sounds delicious,” Nic replied as he came up from behind and hugged her.

Allie turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she placed her forehead against his. “How’s Matt? Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, we had a good time,” Nic said and nuzzled her neck. “But it’s nice to be home.”

“Glad to hear it.” Allie replied in a breathless tone while Nic nibbled and kissed his way from her earlobe to her lips. “We should start eating before the food gets cold.”

Reluctantly, Nic stepped back and said, “You’re right. How was your day?”

For a brief second or two, Allie’s face clouded over but then quickly reverted to the way it had looked before as she sat down at kitchen table and said, “My aunt took me to this Greek restaurant called Zeus Palace that she and Uncle Mike like to go to sometimes. I ordered a gyro while Aunt Lara ordered chicken souvlaki. We each got a baklava for dessert. It was so good.”

“You’ve got the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I know,” Nic replied and joined her at the table.

“What can I say? For me, it’s the best part of every meal. Eating dessert and drinking coffee are two of my favorite pastimes.”

“Speaking of coffee, how did your get together with Conner go?”

“Fine,” Allie replied. “You know him. He always has something to say whether you want to hear it or not.”

Nic rolled his eyes and made a face. He could just imagine all the horrible things Conner had probably said to Allie about him.  “What did you talk about?”                                                                                                                                                  

At first, she seemed hesitant to answer. Alarm bells went off in his head as she reached for her glass of water and took a long, slow drink. Finally, she said, “He kept apologizing to me for the way he’s been acting and swore that he’s turned over a new leaf.”

“And you believed him?”

“He’s a friend of the family, so the likelihood of me running into him on occasion for the foreseeable future is pretty high. It would be a lot easier if we found a way to get along.”

“What else did he say?”

Again, the question appeared to unnerve her. Her hand shook ever so slightly as she brought a piece of her bread roll to her lips and then cleared her throat twice before speaking.  “We talked about all kinds of stuff. School…my surgery…”

“Did he say anything to upset you?” Allie lowered her head and was quiet for a moment.

Nic sensed an inner struggle raging within her. He asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

She shook her head. “You’ve already done too much. Believe me.”

He reached out and placed his hand over hers. “There’s no such thing as too much for me where you’re concerned.”

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Oh Nic…”

“What is it? Tell me.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

Nic exclaimed, “What are you talking about?”

She picked up a napkin and dabbed her eyes with it. “Don’t mind me. I guess I’m just a little nervous about my surgery.”

“You’re going to be fine. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“I know you will,” she replied with a faint smile. “You’ve been like my guardian angel since Day One.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I think most people would say that I look much more like a gargoyle than an angel.”

Allie frowned. “Why do you say things like that? You’re the kindest, most generous person I know. Honestly, I could care less what you look like. How many times will I have to tell you that before you believe me?”

Swallowing hard, he replied, “You say that now, but once you’re able to see—”

“No it won’t. Besides, there’s no guarantee that the surgery will even work.”

“You will see again,” Nic replied matter-of-factly.

Allie, however, looked decidedly less certain about the outcome of her upcoming surgery than he did. “But what if that doesn’t happen?”

“Then at least you can tell yourself that you tried. My padre often told me that, in the end, the only things that you will regret are the things you didn’t do.”

“Your dad is very wise man who raised a wonderful son.”

“You think so?”

Allie smiled. “I know so.”

[artnerd1123]

I ended up saving a bunch of the bits n pieces of this particular drawing as i was working on it (thank u, ms paint, for ur weird layering effects) and figured i’d post em to let y’all see what a drawing develops like :D

some notes on all this undercut!

i’m sad i didn’t save the sketch, but that’s jus how ms paint drawings go ‘^^ start out with a sketch, then go over it, and use some cut n paste shenans to remove the sketch from existence :V

in any case, i actually started out drawing miss mentireiro, then drew the sillhouettes in front of her. there were some strings, too, but they were jus in the bg-- the first drawing up there is the lineart from after i went over the sketch!!! u always have to start out with different colors there. Makes it easier to go over/change it in blocks via the eraser tool. lineart came in real handy for covering up any messups i happened to have ‘^^ second pic is jus sillhouettes. I needed those so i could go overtop what’s in the third pic (all dem s t r i n g s) without completely murdering my old progress.  third pic, the strings, was a real fun time :D actually had to go over the sillhoueettes twice in that one so things looked right. Nevertheless, it helped immensely in keeping the foreground consistent.  pic 4 is just the lineart but i made the bg green and got rid of the characters! u kinda gotta do that in ms paint so u can edit larger spaces all in one go. its like a greenscreen, and appropriately colored like one there! the fifth pic is what happens after u slap a stock image overtop the green. thank u google! got a proper bg now ^^ pic 6 is miss revaew’s colors stuck inside the lineart. had to get rid of the sillhouettes to get that one properly colored, and then used the gradient in pic 7 to color the lineart!!!

slap all that together into one drawing, use ur fancy copy/paste skills to edit the sillhouette colors into smth better than the weird ones we started with... and ur almost there :D i ended up adding the cool glowy particle type deal u see in the final product with the spray paint tool. its a real easy one to use ^^ and then i went over a few places (mostly the strings) with the eraser tool a few times to make colors pop...

aaaand you’re done! 

its a whole mess of a process, but it’s actually p easy when u get the hang of it. i swear it is slkdfjsdklf--

[nitewrighter]

Family Reunions and First Impressions

Since “Main Fic Continuity” won out for my 3k Followers Fic, I decided to finally buckle down and write the “Hanzo Breaks onto the Watchpoint” fic!! Alternatively titled “Hanzo Makes Everyone on the Watchpoint Hate Him within Seconds of Meeting Him.”

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It was three in the morning when the chainlink fence surrounding the watchpoint rattled softly. It was quiet enough so as to be attributed to the wind, not the black clad figure that had vaulted over the fence and landed soundlessly on the ground. The figure rose up to a low position and surveyed his environment. He had a rough idea of the layout of the Watchpoint--in being a mothballed UN facility, satellite imaging of the place was fairly accessible to the public, but not a lot to give him a good idea of the scale of its security. From what information he had gleaned from various crime rings, he knew that the current splinter group calling itself ‘Overwatch’ had some Omnics in its ranks---a heavily modified OR-15 and a decrepit Bastion unit--those wouldn’t need to sleep and they would likely be serving as Watchpoint security, but any other information he could try to gain seemed ridiculous or impossible. He had been observing the Watchpoint for several days, and had been able to estimate the largest gaps in perimeter security---enough to bypass the Bastion and OR-15′s rounds, of that he was sure. He couldn’t trust what information he had gained about the Watchpoint’s residents, so the second he had gone over that fence, he had to be ready for anything.

 He slipped into the shadows of a large hangar before scrambling up its side and slipping through an open window in it. From what he had seen of the Watchpoint’s satellite imaging, it would be faster than circumventing the building. He landed soundlessly once more on the cement floor and looked around the cavernous hangar, lit up in the dim orange of hazard lights. He drew himself up a little taller as he walked through the hangar, frowning. All things considered, for the Watchpoint being overseen by, what he assumed were a crew of murderous squatting war criminals, they seemed to keep the facility in remarkable condition. He had only passed below an upper floor walkway when suddenly a searing burning sensation hit him in the shoulder and a loud “FFZZZZHHHHHHH” sound broke the silence of the hangar. He moved to leap back but found that the same searing burning pain seemed to latch onto him like a tether. His eyes fell on the source of the tether-like laser beam, a rather unassuming looking little sphere for something that was causing him so much pain. Grunting, he seized his bow off of his other shoulder, nocked an arrow, drew and fired it. The turret didn’t break but rather burst and disappeared, leaving no broken pieces behind it. 

“Hm,” the figure quietly ran up the wall and grabbed his arrow where it was embedded before continuing on his way through the hangar---slower this time, keeping an eye out for more of the odd little sphere turrets.

----

Satya’s prosthetic buzzed on their nightstand.

“Satya... arm,” muttered Pharah, not opening her eyes.

“Mm,” Satya’s face was buried in the point where Pharah’s neck joined her shoulder. Satya’s prosthetic buzzed again and Satya muffled her own groan into Pharah’s baggy shirt before breaking away from Pharah and picking sleep from the corner of her eyes and looking over at the prosthetic buzzing on the nightstand. She pushed off of Pharah and got to a slightly upright sitting position in bed and awkwardly reached over and grabbed her prosthetic arm off of the nightstand, she gave a slight start as the nerves connected at her shoulders as she clicked the prosthetic on, then sleepily wriggled and gestured with her prosthetic fingers to make sure it had come on properly, before opening her palm flat and seeing it project a slightly reddish light.

“...it doesn’t say anything,” mumbled Satya.

“Headpiece,” murmured Pharah, half-muffled into a pillow. 

Satya yawned and nodded before grabbing her headpiece off of the nightstand as well. Her blue visor flickered into existence in front of her eyes and as she squinted at the bright blue she read the notification from her prosthetic.

“Just a turret destroyed...” she said, her eyes closing and her head slowly nodding down again before she suddenly jerked into alertness, “Turret destroyed!” she blurted out.

“Whuzzabout the turts?” said Pharah, pushing up slightly from her pillow and rolling over onto her back, but Satya was already hitting a button on her headpiece.

“Winston--? Wins--” Satya started but sighed, “Athena, wake Winston. I do not have time for this,” she said, touching the panel on her headpiece again, “Orisa--? Are you there?”

 “Agent Vaswani? From what data I have obtained on your circadian rhythms, it is inadvisable to be awake at this hour.”

“Orisa--Can you investigate the...” Satya brought up a projection of the destroyed turret’s location on her prosthetic, “...the Watchpoint’s Southern Sector Hangar? A turret’s been destroyed.”

“That does not compute,” Orisa said, clearly a bit frustrated that something may have slipped past her defenses, “I will investigate.”

“I’ll be sending backup your way as well,” said Satya, rising out of bed. She glanced over at Pharah, “Who’s in the southern Sector of the watchpoint?”

“Jesse’s still in the hangar dorms, I think?” said Pharah, sitting up in bed and scratching the back of her head, “You think it’s bad?”

“If it is, Orisa should be more than well equipped to deal with it, but caution doesn’t hurt,” said Satya, pulling a robe on over her satin pajamas. 

---

McCree’s comm buzzed and he choked on his own spit mid-snore and grunted, his hand blindly flailing out grabbing at the comm on the footlocker next to his bed.

“Whozit?” he said, pressing the comm to his cheek, only to have the comm buzz against his face again then he grunted and actually opened the call, “G’mornin’?”

“McCree, we need you backing up Orisa in the hangar,” Symmetra’s voice sounded over the Comm, “You’re the closest to where we first picked up the breach. Sending the coordinates to your comm.” 

“Mm-hmm,” said McCree, pretty much rolling out of bed, “Jus’.. jus’ gonna... get some pants on...”

---

Orisa pushed open the door to the hangar. “Hello?” she said, trotting inward. The intruder watched, hidden in the shadows of the upper walkway as the large omnic paced across the cement floor and around the various shipping containers. “Hello?” Orisa lifted up a massive shipping container with one arm and then gingerly set it down again. 

Just a machine, thought the intruder, nocking an arrow.

“If there are any authorized personnel in the area, I would ask that you make your presence known,” said Orisa, “Continued concealment and evasion will force me to register you as hostile.”

Orisa heard the creak of a bowstring and hear head swiveled in the intruder’s direction, her eyes going red to register a low-light environment. The intruder was armed with a bow, pointing an arrow at her.

“Please lower your weapon,” said Orisa.

“Where is he?” said the figure.

“You are unauthorized on this Watchpoint, please lower your weapon,” Orisa stated.

The figure fired an arrow and Orisa quickly put down a barrier. The arrow embedded itself in the wall of blue light, Orisa noted from its position that it would have whizzed past her shoulder.

“A warning shot?” said Orisa.

“Where is Genji Shimada?” said the figure, nocking another arrow.

“I am not at liberty to state the locations of---” Another arrow embedded itself in the barrier and Orisa’s optical receptors narrowed.

“I am not here to negotiate with a glorified security drone,” said the intruder.

“Ah, understood. You are being non-compliant,” said Orisa, “Engaging countermeasures.”

“Counter--?” the intruder started, but Orisa fired off a graviton charge several feet below the walkway. He suddenly found himself yanked off of his feet and tumbling off of the walkway towards a bright green light. In the midst of his fall, a blue energy suddenly spiraled around his arm and he rapid-fired off several arrows without drawing a single one from his quiver.

“What--?” Orisa started as the bright blue arrows embedded themselves in her barrier before the the last one shattered the barrier. The figure landed with a grunt on the cement floor, the graviton charge the only reason why his fall didn’t break any bones.

“Stop--!” Orisa started and fired off another graviton charge, but the intruder lunged right and fired off one last arrow. “Defense Mode Acti--” it struck her in the side, “AAAHHH!” She shrieked as her eyes flickered red and yellow and green wildly before she collapsed where she stood.

The intruder took a moment to catch his breath. Now that that business was over with, he could find Genji---

“What in the goddamn--?”

The intruder heard the click of a revolver and turned on his heel to see another man in a grubby tank-top, well-worn hat, and sloppily belted jeans. McCree frowned as he looked over the intruder, dressed all in black, with some light armor, a bow and quiver, and a tight hood and mask that covered his face from just below his eyes.

“Ninjas. Of course it’s gotta be ninjas,” McCree muttered, itching his temple, “’Risa, you got his ba--?” McCree caught himself, “Orisa?” he called again. The intruder looked over his shoulder at the collapsed modified OR-15 unit.

“...You named it?” said the intruder.

“You hurt her?” said McCree closing the distance between them to look past the ninja to see Orisa’s collapsed form. Her optic receptors were dark. McCree’s stomach dropped. “Shit--” he leveled his gun at the intruder. Instinctively the intruder nocked and drew his bow at McCree in turn.

“...kinda stupid, ain’t it? Bringing a bow to a gunfight?” said McCree.

“You’d be surprised,” said the intruder, keeping the bow drawn.

“Don’t know who you are, but I don’t take kindly to folk who hurt my friends,” said McCree.

“I did not ‘harm’ your security drone,” said the intruder, “My sonic arrow is equipped to overwhelm electrical systems should it come in contact with them. A few hours and it should reboot just fine.”

McCree’s brow furrowed. “She’s not,” he clicked the hammer back on his peacemaker, “An ‘it.’”

“I don’t care,” said the intruder, “Tell me where Genji Shimada is and neither you nor any more of your compatriots will be harmed.”

“You ain’t in a bargaining position,” said McCree.

“I beg to differ,” said the intruder.

“Lower your weapon,” said McCree

“You first,” said the intruder.

“Tried bein’ reasonable,” muttered McCree under his breath before he fired. The intruder loosed his arrow.

Both shots grazed each other in mid-air, the bullet sparking along the steel shaft of the arrow. The bullet blasted through the arc of the bow and the intruder found his ears ringing as it whizzed past the side of his head and the bowstring snapped and lashed across his cheek. The arrow knocked McCree’s gun from his hand and McCree winced hard, looking at the gash that now traveled down from the gap of his thumb to midway down his forearm. There was a beat as both tried to simultaneously understand what had happened, and decide their next move.

“Goddamn...” McCree was gripping his bleeding hand with his prosthetic one when he glanced at his peacemaker on the ground. The intruder, still holding the broken bottom two-thirds of his bow, followed McCree’s line of sight. In a split second the intruder knew trying to run now would likely end with a bullet in the spine or worse. He acted. McCree’s prosthetic hand flung out for the peacemaker on the ground only for McCree to find himself knocked hard from the side by a flying kick from the intruder. The intruder himself scrambled for the gun only for McCree to tackle and elbow-drop him with his prosthetic arm. The intruder’s breath was knocked out of him and he felt a rib crack as he was slammed against the cement floor of the hangar. McCree was reaching for the Peacemaker again, using his weight to keep the intruder down. One of the intruder’s arms was pinned beneath him. In desperation the intruder whipped his head back and knocked McCree hard on the jaw, before flailing out with the broken bow and knocking the gun away from both of them. He’d have the advantage in hand to hand combat, he was pretty sure. McCree recoiled back from the pain in his jaw and the intruder managed to struggle onto his back to try and get a punch in on McCree, when McCree’s hands flailed out, catching the intruder’s wrist with his organic hand while his prosthetic fingers gripped the tight cloth of the intruder’s mask, and tore it off.

 There was a beat. 

Both of their eyes were wide at the intruder’s face now revealed. The hangar was dark, but McCree could make out prominent cheekbones, an artfully arching nose, a carefully trimmed beard, and familiarly thick eyebrows. And then there were the eyes---sharp, furious, somehow both so tired and so restless. Beautiful.

And then he punched McCree hard across the face.

The world slowed as McCree reeled back from the blow, his mind half a blur and half racing.

That face... Looks almost like... Genji, he realized, He wanted to find Genji. He’s...

The face clicked into place in his memories as McCree stumbled up to his feet---the rescue mission all those years ago---a person of interest. Genji’s Would-be murderer. He couldn’t let him get to Genji. McCree rubbed his jaw 

“You must be Hanzo,” he mumbled, moving his jaw a bit to make sure it wasn’t broken by the blow.

The intruder visibly tensed, then appeared to compose himself with a breath.

“If you know who I am, you know you’re out of your depth,” he said, assuming a ready fighting position.

McCree put up his fists. “Dunno about depth, but I know you’re an asshole. And I know you ain’t getting to Genji.”

Hanzo gritted his teeth and huffed, then launched himself at McCree.

----

A hand gently touched Mercy’s shoulder as she was slumped over her desk.

“Mm? Genji,” she sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes, “What time is it?” 

“Time for you to get some sleep,” said Genji, “You did say you were coming to bed.” 

“I was, just...” Mercy yawned, “Just....had some colleague’s lab reports to leaf through... and I was... resting my eyes...” she glanced at the clock on her tablet and blinked. “Oh dear--” she said, getting up.

Genji chuckled and kissed her on the cheek as she got up from her seat. ��Don’t worry, the world’s not going to come crashing down just because Angela Ziegler got some proper rest,” he said, tucking her hair back as they walked from her office into the bedroom. She all but flopped onto the bed and cocooned herself in their sheets and Genji himself stretched a little as he rounded the bed to the other side, pulled back the sheets and..

His comm buzzed.

“Nnh...” Mercy stirred a little.

“I’ll take it, don’t worry,” he said, bending and kissing her on the temple, “Just sleep.”

“Come back snn...” Mercy apparently meant to say ‘Come back soon’ but was pretty much out before she finished her sentence. He walked out of the room and answered his comm.

“Shimada,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“This is an automated message from Athena’s security network. Agent Orisa has been incapacitated and Agent McCree is not reporting in from investigating the southern hangar.”

“Kuso...” Genji rubbed his forehead, “Athena, can you override McCree’s comm? Get me an audio feed? I should know what I’m dealing with before I rush in if it’s given McCree and Orisa this much trouble.”

“Attempting Overrides...” said Athena. There was a brief pleasant chiming music, and then Genji had to hold his comm away from his ear.

“GODDAMN NINJA PIECE OF SHIT---GOT SOME NERVE COMIN’ ONTO MY WATCHPOINT, HURTING MY FRIENDS---GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! OOF! GAH! GODDAMN MOTHERFU--” 

Genji clicked the comm off. “Southern hangar then,” he said, grabbing his swords off of their stand.

-----

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Satya,

“Satya, I can handle this,” said Pharah, pushing her hair back.

“We both got the automated call from Athena,” said Satya, “And I want to see whoever has the nerve to destroy one of my turrets.”

“Habibti!” a call came out from across the Tarmac and Ana in a thick fluffy bathrobe rushed over with Reinhardt wearing a grubby sweatsuit and his lion buckler close behind her. Ana put a hand on Pharah’s shoulder, “Are you all right?”

“We’re just answering Athena’s call, same as you,” said Pharah.

“Have you seen Reaper?” said Jack, running up alongside the rest of the group, also in pajamas, but also wearing his visor and carrying his rifle.

“We don’t know that it’s Reaper,” said Ana, as the five of them closed in on the hangar.

“Who else could it be?” said Jack as they opened the hangar door to see McCree and Hanzo beating the everloving shit out of each other.

“...Oh,” said Jack.

“’Bout---Oof!” McCree got socked in the stomach, “Goddamn time y’all got here!” Hanzo stopped and looked over his shoulder at the mass of pajama-clad-but-still-armed-Overwatch members and froze and McCree quickly broke away from him. Reinhardt brought up his shield, Ana and Jack raised their rifles. Pharah brought up her sidearm and Satya tossed out several turrets to maintain a perimeter before bringing up her own photon projector. Pharah gave a glance to Jack. “I’ll take point,” she said, stepping forward past Rein’s shield, her sidearm leveled at Hanzo.

“Jesse---” she called, “Are you all right?”

McCree spat out some blood. “Relatively,” he said, rubbing at a black eye.

“Who are you?” said Pharah, narrowing her eyes at the intruder, “Why are you here? Did Talon send you?”

“That is none of your---”

“It is very much our concern,” said Pharah, furrowing her brow as she continued moving forward, “Did you come alo--” Instinctively Pharah’s eyes flicked left and right with the question as she continued moving forward, but rather than possible backup for the intruder, her eyes fell on Orisa’s collapsed form, previously obscured by some of the hangar’s shipping containers. “Oh no---” she hurried over to Orisa’s side. Hanzo knew he couldn’t take advantage of her distraction with three other guns pointed at him.

“What did you do?!” said Pharah, touching at Orisa’s faceplate.

“Oh for--What is wrong with you people?! It’s just a security drone!” snapped Hanzo.

An icy silence settled over the entire group, and within a few seconds, Hanzo realized that he had just managed to make everyone in that hangar hate him with only five words.

“Orisa,” Pharah stated calmly, “Is a part of the team.”

“A part of the family,” Ana added.

“Not like you would know much about family, would you Hanzo?” said McCree, who had now walked over and picked his peacemaker up from where Hanzo had knocked it away.

“Hanzo?” said Jack, “Hanzo Shimada?”

“He’s been below the radar for years...” muttered Ana.

“Said he was lookin’ for Genji,” said McCree, furrowing his brow.

“Wait!” Genji burst in through the door and sprinted in front of Reinhardt’s shield, “Wait! It’s okay!”

“Genji, it’s not safe---” McCree started.

“Brother,” said Genji, coming to a stop in front of Hanzo, “What are you doing here?”

“You told me it was time to pick a side, so I came to see the side you picked,” his glare panned across all the Overwatch members aiming their weapons at him, “The side of fools seems fitting for you.”

“You broke onto the Watchpoint! The hell were we supposed to do? Just let you waltz in and kill Genji?!” shouted McCree.

“I did not come to kill Genji!” snapped Hanzo.

“Sure, because those are friendly arrows on your back,” said McCree.

“Jesse,” Genji put a hand up and McCree lowered his gun, but continued glaring at Hanzo. “I can handle this,” said Genji. He turned to Hanzo. “Are you all right?”

“Despite the best efforts of your oafish cowboy,” muttered Hanzo, examining his own bruised and bloody knuckles.

“Oafish--!?” McCree stepped forward but Genji put a hand up again and he just seethed and stood his ground.

“Hanzo,” Genji spoke calmly, “I am glad you are here. And I understand you wanting to come here on your own terms, however, my teammates acted in accordance to what they knew of the situation. We do not need to escalate the situation any further.”

Hanzo’s eyes narrowed. “And what would you have me do? Trust the people that are currently pointing guns at me?”

“I trust these people,” said Genji, “I’m asking you to give them reason to trust you.” 

Hanzo’s eyes narrowed. “And how am I supposed to be sure you haven’t been... conditioned by these people? That you aren’t their loyal dog?”

Genji sighed wearily. “Hanzo, if you came here to learn of my situation with Overwatch, I would ask that you actually open your mind to that learning.” 

Hanzo frowned and gave a cold sidelong glance to Pharah and the others, still standing with their weapons at the ready. But then he glanced back to Genji. The reason he came. The only family he had left. Hanzo’s brow went from furrowed to crinkled.

“Please,” Genji said, very softly.

Hanzo’s lips parted, Genji’s stance slipped from guarded to open. He was his brother. He had come here for a reason.

“Hmph,” McCree spat, “I wouldn’t bother with him, Genji.”

Hanzo’s eyes widened and the coldness swept back over his face swiftly and easily.

Oh no, thought Genji. “Jess--” Genji started.

“How dare you,” said Hanzo, turning on his heel to face McCree, “You have no idea how much grief or how much pain I have gone through for what I have done. I know your kind. All you have ever been in your life is a thug, serving the word of whomever’s most convenient to you. You haven’t the faintest idea what it means to---”

There was a high pitched ‘Thwiift’ sound and Hanzo suddenly flinched and gave a glance down at just below his collarbone, where a little dart was embedded. He turned his sights back at the group of five people hiding behind the old man’s shield, where a little old lady was holding some kind of pistol-like gun.

“Captain!” Genji blurted out.

“Ana...” Reinhardt said in shock.

“Whuh...” Hanzo gave another bewildered glance down at the dart embedded in his chest before dropping to the floor unconscious.

“It is three in the morning,” Ana said flatly, holstering her sleep dart gun, “He was an intruder on the watchpoint. He was subdued. We’ll question him and figure out what to do with him when we’re actually equipped to do so.” 

“But... what will he...?” Genji looked at Hanzo.

“He hurt Orisa, Genji,” said Pharah.

“And he made a point of sneaking past the Watchpoint’s other defenses,” added Satya.

 “I know he’s your brother, but we can’t be sure of his motives,” said Pharah.

“There’s a containment cell near the Watchpoint’s central hub,” said Jack, “It’s got a bed. Rein, you and me can get him there. Jesse, you get yourself cleaned up and...” Jack gave a glance over to Orisa’s collapsed form, “She’s too big to move for now. We’ll get Brigitte to take a look at her in the morning.”

“Regroup at 0800,” said Ana.

Reinhardt nodded, brought his shield down, then easily slung Hanzo over his shoulder and walked off with Jack.

“Well that was... certainly something,” said Pharah, holstering her sidearm.

“And I thought your family was dramatic,” said Satya, setting up a new turret in place where Hanzo had destroyed the other one.

Pharah snorted as Satya hooked her arm in hers and they walked off together.

Genji gave a glance over at McCree, who was sorely circling his wrist.

“I... I am sorry for all this,” said Genji.

“Don’t feel like you gotta do the ‘Brother’s keeper’ thing with all the shit he’s done,” said McCree.

“But he is still my brother,” said Genji.

“Well Genji,” McCree looked up from his wrist to Genji, “Your brother’s a dick.”