#this is shorty the bird free promise

[kingreywrites]

Earthbound

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 4287

Summary: "That's not funny," Eugene bit out, searching through the shells frantically. "Cass, there has to be- we have to turn her back, now."

(Or an alternate ending to Freebird.)

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Note: Shorty laying an egg in Freebird broke me so this is my attempt to fix it... I hope you’ll like it!

Of all the weird things that had happened to Eugene, getting turned into a bird by evil sorcerers' weird tea that could only be countered by a weird blue egg's magical dust - it certainly took the cake. Even now, as he was struggling against the giant eagle the woman had become, his brain was still trying to process the fact that five minutes ago he had been a bird. With wings.

He should stop thinking too much about it, seriously.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Cassandra go up to the man, sword raised and such a menacing look on her face that he genuinely thought she would kill him. Before he could try to intervene, she struck down and broke the teapot in pieces.

Uh. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea.

Apparently, the guy was less human than he appeared, because he disappeared with the teapot. Then, the weird eagle lady did too, sending Eugene crashing into Lance's chest - right as the house was dissolving behind them. That was definitely weird, but they had been turned into birds, so what did Eugene know? Surveying the scene, he was happy to see that every bird had been turned back into their human forms, and that everyone seemed relatively okay. With a shudder, he wondered how long exactly had they been stuck here with these crazy people - he was sure glad that they got out of here quite quickly, mostly thanks to Rapunzel and Cassandra, even if it hurt to give the dragon lady credit.

Frowning, Eugene realised that he hadn't heard Rapunzel for a while now. Turning around, he saw that Cassandra was kneeling in front of something, her back to him, but no Rapunzel at her side.

"Cass? Where's Rapunzel?" he asked, turning his head around a little but coming up empty.

Where could she have gone? As much as she loved exploring, he'd guess this place gave her the creeps just as much as it did him after what she just went through. His eyes fell back on Cassandra again, but she hadn't turned around. She had stiffened, obviously having heard him, but she didn't say anything.

"Cassandra?" he asked again, getting closer to her this time, his mind flashing back to her excessive anger as she raised her sword. "Everything's alright? Where's Rapunzel?"

"Eugene…"

It was barely a whisper, but that made him stop in his tracks for a second. Cassandra did not sound like that. Cassandra never sounded crushed or dispirited, especially not when talking to him of all people - Cassandra was confident, she mocked him, and she never showed vulnerability with anyone but Rapunzel, if at all. It was barely a whisper, but that made Eugene cold all over, because there was only one thing that could made her sound like this. He rushed to her and finally saw why she was kneeling.

In her hands, was Rapunzel - still a little yellow bird.

"Shit," he cursed, ignoring how uncomfortable her totally black eyes made him as he kneeled next to Cass, hands hovering uncertainty, "why didn't you say something? We have to turn her back now-"

"You can't," Cassandra said, her voice hollow, "she used the last egg on me."

Eugene scoffed, looking around them with growing panic as he got back up again. It couldn't be true, there had to be- yes, maybe there were only broken shells on the ground but- it couldn't-

"That's not funny," he bit out, searching through the shells frantically. "Cass, there has to be- we have to turn her back, now."

She didn't answer, still looking blankly at Rapunzel, who was chirping in her hands. Eugene swallowed harshly against the dryness of his throat, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

"Cass-"

"It's too late," she interrupted softly, something broken and fragile in her tone as she put Rapunzel down on the ground carefully. "She's already… she's not Rapunzel anymore."

As if to prove her point, Rapunzel chirped again, hoping a little on the ground with her too black and empty eyes.

Eugene saw red. Going straight to Cassandra, who was still kneeling, he seized her collar and lifted her up furiously, his whole body thrumming with anger.

"You mean," he growled, tightening his grip on her collar, "that Rapunzel is stuck as a bird and that you had the bright idea to kill the only fucking people who might have the slightest chance of making the antidote?!"

Cassandra's eyes widened and, for the first time in Eugene's life, he could see tears gathering in her eyes - but he didn't care.

"Why didn't you say something?!" Eugene yelled. "Why didn't you wait? I can't believe how selfish and idiotic-"

Something poked sharply at his hand and he let go of Cassandra by reflex, interrupted in his tirade. In front of him, bird Rapunzel was chirping menacingly, flying to get in front of Cassandra - trying to protect her. Again. Eugene opened his mouth, but no sound came out as he watched her flap her wings quickly. The anger in his chest didn't dissipate, but he slumped, taking a step back as he saw how alarmed Rapunzel seemed to be. She probably didn't understand anything he was saying.

"I'm sorry," he still said softly, "I'm sorry I yelled."

Rapunzel little's head cocked to the side, before she flew slowly in front of his face. She pecked at his hair, and he cringed, before she chirped, sounding happy once again. His hands were trembling a little as he opened them, but she still settled in his palms, chirping again. Her eyes were so wrong Eugene wanted to cry.

"Eugene?" Lance called hesitantly. "We searched everywhere but…"

"There's no more eggs," he finished, definitely feeling his eyes burn now.

In front of his, Cassandra was hugging herself, looking small and defeated. Lance seemed to also want to cry, Hookfoot was grimacing and Shorty, who had gotten here who knows when, just looked drunk. Eugene felt the familiar weight of Pascal climbing up his back, before settling on his shoulder with a sad little squeak.

"No," Eugene exhaled, hating how everyone seemed to be giving up - but he didn't want to raise his voice, didn't want to scare Rapunzel again. What if she flew off? How could he even hope to find her again then? She seemed to trust him, and Cassandra, that had to mean that she was still in here somewhere and Eugene refused to give up on her. This couldn't be the end of their journey. "There has to be something we can do, something-"

"Well," Adira said from behind him, startling him enough that Rapunzel left his hands.

His heart lost a beat but, thankfully, she went to settle on his other shoulder, and he had to use all his will power not to grab her and put her somewhere safe. He had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate him manhandling her.

"Adira," he breathed, something akin to relief in his tone, "please tell me you have an idea on how to get her back."

"Not really," she frowned, stalking closer to him and extending a finger to Rapunzel that she promptly poked curiously. "That wasn't a smart move," Adira sermoned, not even looking at Eugene, "as the Sundrop, you have a responsibility that you should have considered before doing something so… foolish."

"Adira," Eugene pleaded, taking a step back because he did not want her to make Rapunzel fly off, "please. Isn't there… something? I'd be ready to do anything to get her back."

"I don't doubt it, Fishskin. But I truly have no idea of what was in those eggs. However," Adira added, just as he felt like his heart would break, "I do know a place where someone could know something about it."

"Where?" Eugene asked darkly, doing everything in his power to keep his anger at bay - Adira should really know better than to play with his emotions when Rapunzel was the one in danger.

"The Spire. It's a ten days trip, but the Keeper of the Spire has an unmatched knowledge of magical artefacts. It may be your only hope to get the Sundrop back," Adira sighed.

"We'll make it in half that time," Cassandra announced before Eugene could try and find an answer.

She threw him an unsure look, before glancing at Rapunzel and squaring her shoulders, nothing of the despondent and desperate woman she was minutes earlier. She went to Eugene's side, staring at Adira with fire in her eyes.

"Yeah!" Lance exclaimed, going to Eugene's other side. "We'll go to the Spire thing, and save the Princess!"

Rapunzel chirped joyfully, flying a little in front of Adira's face, before landing once again in Eugene's open hands. Her eyes were still wrong, too black and too empty for the woman he loved. Rapunzel was smart, she was kind, she was playful, she was… so much more than that. But now, Eugene had hope to bring her back and, as terrified as he felt, he wouldn't back down - he had to save her.

With steal in his eyes, he raised his head and met Adira's half smile.

"Let's go save Rapunzel."

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Four days later, they were nearly at the Spire - Max and Fidella gave their everything to make them go as fast as possible. They tried to stay positive, because even if Rapunzel didn't seem to be able to think, not only she kind of recognize them (enough to trust them, in any case), but also the people they turned back into people had recovered their mind in the end. They had to hope this was temporary.

Carefully, Eugene pushed the door of the caravan open and entered as quickly as he could, before closing it again. He had only left Rapunzel and Pascal alone because there was a problem with one of the wheel - again - but frankly, he felt more and more paranoid about open doors and windows. Rapunzel seemed to trust them and followed them around, but what if she stopped? What if she flew off and got lost or, worse, didn't want to come back? Eugene couldn't risk it. He also didn't have the heart to attach her to something, or cage her, and had glared so hard at Lance when he suggested it that he was surprised his friend didn't catch fire.

Rapunzel never deserved to be kept prisoner.

Eugene already felt bad enough about leaving her inside the caravan most of the time, and only letting her out under constant surveillance. Who knew what these woods held for a tiny fragile bird like her? He couldn't let her be hurt. Which is why he felt like his heart stopped when he saw that she wasn't on the table where he left her.

"Rapunzel?" he called, trying to keep his voice gentle despite his panic. "Pascal?"

Thankfully, Pascal squeaked something from near the ceiling, and Eugene sighed, feeling like he could breathe again. Rapunzel was flying here, circling the ray of sunshine the trap door to the roof let through, and Pascal was watching her, never leaving her side as Eugene asked. The sight was painful.

Bottling his emotions down, Eugene climbed on the table.

"Hey Sunshine," he said softly, extending his open hand to her, "can you come here?"

She chirped, going around the light one last time before fluttering above his hand. He smiled, because he knew that deep down, she recognised him, and she finally landed. With his other hand, he gently petted the top of her head, drawing another chirp from her. Pascal made a noise, and went to hide in one of Eugene's pockets - the situation was hard on the little guy too.

"I'm sorry you can't go outside," Eugene apologised genuinely, and Rapunzel cocked her head to both sides, before jumping twice on his palm as he got down from the table and sat down. "I truly am," he added, "but it would be dangerous. You just have to wait until we get to the Spire, and everything will be okay."

He hoped it would, in any case. He really didn't want to think about what would happen, if this Keeper of the Spire guy couldn't help them.

He put Rapunzel down on the table, and she hopped to her little branch creations. Eugene didn't know what, exactly, she was trying to represent, but she was enjoying herself at least. There also were some seeds and water on her left, but she didn't seem in the mood to eat or drink - which would start to be a problem if she hadn't changed her mind this evening, but he tried not to be too much on her case. Maybe she had a bird brain, but she was still smart enough to sense when he was being annoying, and made him aware of her displeasure with vicious pecks on his skin.

(Honestly, at this point, the fact that she had enough personality to do that was a welcome sight for Eugene, so he didn't even complain and backed off when needed.)

Morosely, Rapunzel moved around one or two sticks, before looking back up at the trap door. Pascal went to join her, and tried to entertain her with the sticks, but she always had a one-track mind when she had an idea.

"You'll get to go out, I promise," Eugene smiled sadly, pushing a stick in her direction. As for anything artistic, he was way worse at stacking them beautifully than she was, but he still tried. "I know it feels stifling, but I swear that it'll be okay, in the end."

He hoped he was telling the truth. Even now, as he was trying to convince this little bird that was somehow the light of his life that he was right, he cringed at the reasons justifying his actions in his head. It's for your own good? It's dangerous outside? I want us to stay together? Wow, very Gothel of you Fitzherbert. He knew it wasn't the same, but it still felt awful - he never ever wanted to make Rapunzel feel caged. He hated to be in this position. He hated that she put him in this position.

"You know," he said, not changing his tone as he watched Rapunzel play with the sticks, "I'm angry at you. It doesn't happen often but this… Sunshine, I am so furious."

He sighed, putting his palms over his eyes as he slumped over the table. Something touched his hands, and he thought it was Pascal, but when he opened his eyes, Rapunzel was looking curiously at him with her too big and too shiny eyes. She poked his nose gently and he felt tears gather in his eyes, but he blinked them out.

"I love you, you know I do, but this was reckless," he whispered as she chirped. "And I know you wanted to save Cass, but did you stop to think about what she would feel? What your parents would feel? Did you think- Did you think about me?"

Of course, she didn't answer, but she was still looking right at him. He sighed again, and softly stroked the feathers under her beak - she liked when he did that. Sure enough, she tweeted happily, and Eugene couldn't help but smile. He was mad at her, but it was a very secondary emotion to the overwhelming fear he felt, and all of that was powered by the love he had for her. Bird or not, Rapunzel was his everything - he only wished she could be back to herself.

A knock on the door startled him, and Rapunzel flew back a little, landing on Pascal's head.

"Eugene?" Lance called. "We're here, but we're gonna have to leave the caravan behind, the road is too narrow."

"Hear that Blondie?" Eugene said, extending his hand toward her, before putting her on his shoulder. "Time to go outside."

They had a Princess to save.

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The only thing that kept Eugene from shaking Calliope over a cliff was that it would disturb Rapunzel. He had been terrified that she would try to fly off but, so far, she had stayed put on his shoulder and enjoyed the view from here, and he did not want to try his luck. Calliope was, however, annoying enough that it was a hard commitment to honour.

"Listen," he interrupted when she went on another tangent about latin or what not, "all I wanna know is if you have any idea on how to turn her back into a human being. Please," he added, hoping that she wouldn't take offense, "it's very important."

"Hmm." Calliope dragged out the sound, and from where he was, Eugene could hear Cassandra's teeth grinding together. "There is something that could do it."

"Really?" Lance exclaimed excitedly.

"I did say it, didn't I?" Calliope snarked, pushing her glasses back on her nose. "There is something in the vault of the Spire called the Effaceur de Sort, which means-"

"Spell Remover, yes, but are you sure it will work?" Eugene insisted.

Calliope froze, thrown off in her explanation as she watched Eugene more closely.

"You speak French? Well, finally someone of culture here, though I imagine you do not know about the intricacies of the-"

"Calliope, will this Spell Remover-

"- Effaceur de Sort-"

"- will it work, or not?"

She nodded confidently, and started to explain its different properties in her usual haughty tone. Eugene didn't care much except for the fact that she told them it would get rid of external magical interventions "of a devious nature", an important point that was apparently linked to the origins of the French word "sort" - but it was important to Eugene because it also meant it wouldn't mess with the sundrop. He didn't know how Rapunzel's body would react otherwise, so he was glad he didn't have to worry about it.

Unfocused as he was on the situation, he was as surprised as everyone when, suddenly, Rapunzel flew right into Calliope's face to bite her. The red-head screamed, batting her hands, and Eugene reacted immediately by grabbing Rapunzel and taking her away from these flapping arms.

"Are you crazy? You could have hurt her!"

"She hurt me first!" Calliope yelled indignantly.

Rapunzel trilled loudly, agitated, trying to go for Calliope's face again as Eugene tried very hard to restrain her gently. Thankfully for both of them, the Keeper of the Spire didn't seem inclined to test her luck against an irate Rapunzel, and went to hide behind Cassandra, of all people. Which was enough for Eugene to try and calm Rapunzel down, unsure of what had actually spooked her. As he stroked her feathers gently, he noticed how she bristled when she looked at Calliope.

"Are you… Annoyed?" he asked, and her chirp sounded so much like a yes that he laughed. "Okay, well I know it's not an usual emotion for you, but try not to bite the person that can help us, alright?"

Rapunzel cocked her head, and he frowned at her until she extended her wings without taking of, as if she was shrugging - he took it as a yes.

Though, it proved hard for Rapunzel to actually remember her promises, her emotions being nearly the only thing guiding her actions as a bird. Eugene had to pry her off Calliope at least five time as they tried to get to the Spire, and one time she was the one pecking at him to not just kill this annoying little woman who had gotten them lost.

Then, they got attacked by a Kurlock, which apparently meant blood red killer bear with horns and, at one point, when it nearly took a bite of Eugene, Rapunzel managed to distract it by throwing leaves at him. Which then inspired Calliope to distract it with her magic tricks and, finally, they sent it tumbling down into the poison elm.

"Yes!" Eugene cheered, pumping his fist in the air. "You were incredible Blon- Blondie?"

Cold washed over him as he realised that Rapunzel wasn't with him anymore. A panicked glance to the others told him that no one knew where she went, and Eugene didn't feel like he could breathe anymore. Above his head, the open sky seemed suddenly infinite, stretching far beyond what he could see, and Rapunzel could be anywhere. He called her name, rushing frantically to the places they had been, hoping to catch a chip or a flash of yellow, but nothing. He was such an idiot, he berated himself, he had gotten too confident, like always, thinking that she was conscious enough to not fly off when she was a bird. It was his responsibility to keep her safe, and he failed.

"Rapunzel!" he yelled, his voice echoing sharply even when the others were calling for her too. "Rapunzel, please!"

He worried that he wouldn't hear her response over the blood rushing in his ears, anxiety thrumming through his blood. It felt like something was squeezing his heart, tighter and tighter as the time passed and Rapunzel didn't appear - if he never found her again, he knew it would burst at some point. He- he couldn't-

"Please," he whispered, knowing that she wouldn't hear him and that, even if she did, she wouldn't understand what he was asking of her. She was a bird. The one time when she really did need him to take care of her, and he failed because he desperately wanted her to be there with him and to understand. He should have known better, should have kept a closer eye on her, because now who knew where she might-

A bird chirped in front of him.

With a start, Eugene raised his head and there she was, waiting in front of the Spire's door, flapping her wings gently as she floated above the handle. Relief nearly knocked Eugene off his feet and he ran toward her, extending his hands before him.

"Oh Sunshine," he laughed, his eyes wet and his voice dripping emotions as she gently landed in his palms, as she always did. "Please, please, please never do that again, alright?"

She chirped again, and he closed his hands a little more, feeling her little chest rising and falling with each of her breaths as he put her closer to his cheek. She pecked at him gently and he laughed again, feeling a little hysterical in his happiness. She was here and she was fine - he had reasons to be overjoyed.

"Come on, we're not going to stay there forever," Calliope said, as if miss not the real Keeper of the Spire wasn't the reason for most of the held-up. Thankfully, Eugene was holding Rapunzel - she looked ready to attack once again.

They went inside, and Calliope went to search for the Spell Remover - Effaceur de Sort, whatever - and came back with…

"A hat?" Eugene said indignantly, at the same time Cassandra finally had enough and reached for her sword.

"This is the Effaceur de Sort," Calliope insisted nervously, "you just put it on her head and pfiou, it's gone! Look!"

Rapunzel squeaked and went to hide in Eugene's hair as the red head got closer. With a frown, he took the hat out of her hands and gently coaxed Rapunzel down in his other hand.

"It's okay Sunshine," he soothed, hating how nervous she seemed. Even the eyes that he had hated so much in the beginning didn't seem to be as empty as he thought - she was still Rapunzel, still sentient beneath all of this, and she deserved to not be afraid. "Don't you want to take that chance?"

She cocked her head like she did so many times, and one part of Eugene's mind told him that his life had gotten pretty crazy, since he was having a conversation with a bird. Worse, he thought he understood something - but hey, he had always been the best at reading Rapunzel. Plus, he was friend with a horse and a frog, that was only the next step.

Rapunzel hopped down and watched him, so he hoped it meant she was ready. He put the too big hat over her, completely covering her body, before taking a step back to watch. He waited. And waited.

"Is this norm-"

A sudden flash of light, accompanied by a burst of wind interrupted him and, as easy as that, Rapunzel was standing in front of him with a ridiculous hat on her head. She looked disoriented, but she raised her head and her eyes were green and full of life like they hadn't been in days.

Eugene ran up to her and hugged her hard enough to make her feet leave the ground for a moment, jostling the hat out of her head despite Calliope's cries to be careful. It took a moment but she squeezed back, trembling all over as she tried to get used to her human body again. Then, Cass joined the hug and Lance did too, all four of them too close for it to be comfortable, but Eugene wouldn't trade it for anything at all.

"Guys," Rapunzel said, her voice wobbly and unsure.

"Don't ever do that again," Eugene whispered harshly, something like tears in his eyes as Pascal chirped his approval. He couldn't close his eyes - couldn't let her get out of his sight for even a second, all of this feeling unreal. He was still so mad at her, and he knew they needed to have a serious discussion about what happened - but for now, with her in his arms being solid and alive and here, he could only feel relieved.

"I love you so much," he whispered, and she tightened her grip in response.

[aj-writes-here]

Couldn’t help it and I ended up writing this in the middle of a class

Birthday Gift

It was December 23th, and you've been thinking since November about what the hell give Levi. It was not only Christmas, but it was also his birthday and you still haven't come up with something to give to him. You tried to look for clues, glimpses of things that he might like, but every time you tried to ask a subtle question his answer was the same, I don't want anything, so don't stress yourself.

But you were stubborn, and he was your boyfriend. And it was a very important date and you wanted to make it special. Snowflakes were falling as you walked through the market, looking for different alternatives, or trying to get ideas. Some shop owners knew you, either because you were a popular Squad Leader or because you always visited them, but not even in that way you could think about something to give to him. You saw a small tea shop, and you stood in front of it thinking, maybe a new blend of tea? No, I bought him one last week. A set of cups? These are all ugly. What about a pot? There are plenty of those. Damn it.

You knew he loved tea, and even once in a late night conversation where every honest word came out, he had confessed to you that he would like to have his own tea shop. Maybe one day, but it was just a thought he had. 

And then it hit you.

You walked away the tea shop, knowing the things that you were going to buy. 

The rest of the day was spent away from Levi, he couldn't find out what you were doing or planning on giving him, so you had asked Erwin to use his office for a couple of minutes, promising to left it cleaner than already was, and he agreed with a calm smile. 

And in this way, the night before the 25th arrived. The dining hall was full, smiley cadets were sitting in front of different things to eat, and some of them were exchanging gifts that very same night. 

You smiled looking at how Eren and Jean were arguing again on who was going to give their gift first to Mikasa, too excited to way for morning next, and she was just looking at them with a vague smile, Armin was trying to calm them down as Connie was trying to control Sasha, the girl had already eaten three potatoes in less than five minutes. Hanji sat next to you, and both of you agreed that the place was looking happy, with the ornaments, laughs, food, and colors. No one was planning on sleeping earlier, in the end, it was winter and the day next was free for everyone, so a snowball fight was coming quicker than anticipated. Levi arrived next to Erwin, and they joined you and the rest of the vets on the table, certainly it was a good atmosphere, but Levi was looking bored as usual. 

It was impossible for Hanji not to throw a comment about his birthday approaching, and he just answered back with a shitty comment, making the rest laugh. They knew him, and they didn't put pressure on him. 

The night kept that way, shiny and happy among the darkness that it was usually faced. A few hours later, Levi and you decided that it was time to leave, and saying goodbye you made your way to the bedroom you both shared. 

After a few minutes, the clock stroke midnight and at the dining hall Hanji stood up rapidly, but Erwin's voice stopped her.

''Where are you going, Hanji?'' The blonde man asked taking a sip of his beverage.

''It's shorty's birthday already! I'm not letting him escape my congratulations this time'' 

''I'm sure you can wait until tomorrow, let the love birds have a bit of space, they hardly ever have time for themselves.'' He said calmly and the rest of the vets agreed with his comment. 

She sat down and grabbed a cookie, Erwin was right, she was going to wait until tomorrow morning, and maybe she could greet him with a snowball, that was a better plan, definitely. 

Meanwhile, at the bedroom, Levi had change into his nightwear and as he was washing his teeth you took out the small bag you had hidden very good, because with his cleaning skills he would have found it and ruined the surprise. 

To you, the gift was a wonderful idea and you were sure he was going to like it. But that was when you were all hyped in the making process, now every single insecurity was taking over. Maybe it was a shitty thing, and he was not going to like it, but you had to give it a try, and it was no time to think about it again because you heard the water stop running. Placing the bag over the bed, you went back to the office and smiled when Levi was finally out of the bathroom, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

''Oi, what's wrong, why do you have that idiotic fac-'' He couldn't continue because you hug him tight against your body, he hesitated at the first second but then his hands were on your back.

''Happy birthday'' You answer against his chest, lifting your eyes to him. ''It is 00:07, so it is 25th already.'' his expression softened just a bit.

''Thank you, brat'' Levi's voice was low, and he answered to your kiss, he couldn't resist to them.

''Now come here, I have something for you.'' You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom.

''Tch, I told you not to buy anything.'' He said furrowing his expression, but then looking with curiosity at the bag with a blue ornament. 

''And you know I was not going to listen to you. It is Christmas, and your birthday, so shut up and open it,'' You laughed and he huffed, lifting the bag, and it was heavier than it looked ''Careful.'' You said, nervousness in your voice.

He looked at you quickly and then his attention was on the bag again, and when he put his hand to take out the object, he had no idea of what it could be. At first, he thought it was a watch, or maybe even a new cravat but it was to heavy for that, and it felt... Like wood. Wood? He thought to himself, pulling out the object. His eyes opening and his jaw dropping a bit when he saw what it was. No shitty comments, no questions, just silence. 

''I... I didn't know what to get you, but once you mentioned that... That you wanted to get your own tea shop. I don't have the money enough to buy and actual building, but... This one can help you not to forget this sort of dream you have,'' You smiled shyly ''I'm sorry if it's ugly, I'm terrible at doing crafts, you can tell me if you hate it tho, I won't die''

You smiled at your own words, but he didn't seem to listen. His eyes were still placed on the object, you saw his adam apple when he swallowed, he was getting many emotions that he was controlling. No one ever had given him something that meaningful, something you had made with your own hands, even splintering and cutting your fingers in the process. It was a tiny tea shop, made it out of wood and painting, it was on a wooden based and it even had a very small chair and a table, it was not a professional work, that's true, but the idea was beyond clear and beautiful. It had details such as windows, doors, a hanging sign painted with your handwriting, even a very detailed roof. 

Levi's eyes didn't leave the figure for a second, but then all you could feel was his strong hand on your nape, abruptly pulling you towards his body. You opened your eyes wide in surprise because of his reaction.

''Don't be an idiot. It's perfect.'' He mumbled against your hair. ''I don't even have words.'' You allowed yourself to stay in his embrace for a while longer, feeling at home when you were trapped in his arms.

''So did you like it?'' you asked looking back at him.

''I did,'' He caressed your cheek and then looked at the mini tea shop in his other hand ''No one ever had done something like this for me, thank you brat.'' His hand stopped and cupped your cheek, kissing you slowly.

''I'm glad you did,'' no one could erase the smile from your face at that point ''Happy birthday and Merry Christmas'' you finished kissing him again.

''Speaking of which, I have something for you too. But you'll need to wait until tomorrow'' He stated.

''Why is that?''

''Because I say so.'' You laughed and slapped him playfully on his shoulder. 

He left a caress on your cheek, and moved back to the office. Following him, you saw that the put the tiny tea shop on the desk, carefully and away from the edges to keep it free from falling. 'I won't let you have not even a speck of dust.' He said to himself, looking at it for another while.

''It's perfect.'' Levi said ''Now I'm ashamed of my shitty gift.'' You laughed and hugged him by his torso.

''Maybe If I see it I could judge'' 

''Sure thing. But you'll judge tomorrow.'' 

''I hate you so much'' You mumbled against his lips

''I doubt it'' He replied, his lips moving softly against yours, and you noticed he was thanking you again for your gift. That's how he showed his feelings, through actions.

''Now, I have something else for you'' You said with a teasing voice, lifting an eyebrow.

''I thought you hated me'' He replied, looking at you with daring eyes.

''Just at times'' Finishing with a laugh, you kissed him again. But then, you heard some rapid steps, someone was running? You didn't care and kept kissing him, but then the steps got louder. 

''Oi, are you lis-'' He asked pulling away, but got interrupted ''You've got to be kidding me.'' Levi walked to the door, maybe if he was fast enough he could lock it.

But it was too late.

''SHOOOOOOOOOORTYYYYYYY'' And then you knew it. The door was open loudly and Hanji entered running and screaming with joy. ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'' She hugged and he whined, you laughed when you saw the bottle she had in her hands.

''I'm sorry, I tried to stop her but then she just disappeared from my sight.'' Erwin said, looking at the scene from outside the door.

''Let me go now, shitty four eyes. Or else you'll meet the interiors of a titan'' 

''Come in, Erwin.'' You invited him and he entered with a funny smile on his face. When Levi was free from Hanji, you grabbed some glasses and set them on the table. ''Guess you will have to wait until tomorrow for your gift, Levi'' you laughed, and sat down, inviting Hanji next to you.

''You're all so damn rowdy.'' 

Giving up, he sat down in front of Erwin and grabbed a drink, he looked as if he wanted to kill them, but the truth was that he was happy he could spend part of that date with the people he cared about the most.

However, Levi couldn't stop thinking about the small tea shop you had given him, because for him that was by far the best gift he'd ever received, and most importantly it was done by the woman he loved the most. 

[psychedelic-ink]

Feelings in the wind(by lunna-star-8)

I was bored.

I was bored out of my mind!

Despite my injuries, my body was itching to do something, anything that felt remotely productive but I had promised Law that I’d be careful so my options were very limited. Very.

I sighed and leaned my head on the tree I was sitting against, looking around, everyone seemed bored too as they lied around the small patch of grass that Hancock and her warriors had reserved for us. I could tell that most of them were itching to get onto forbidden grounds and just go check out the village, consequences be damned, but Law was sitting by the opening that lead deeper into the island and let’s just say that every time one of his men stepped too close, he’d… How do I put this kindly…? Dissuade them? Yeah… Dissuade them by glaring at them in a way that made them regret all their life choices that lead them to that look.

I chuckled to myself, taking my eyes off the pirates and looking at my hands. What could I work on…? My power, maybe? What could I change? I could improve control, I guess? Air wasn’t the easiest of elements, it demanded freedom and free reign over the skies, so if you tried to control it, it fought back.

An idea struck me “Thanks Sabo.” And I rush over to the grouchy captain that’s eyeing another of his pirates like a leopard ready to pounce “Law!” I call out and he raises me an eyebrow, I can tell that he’s bracing himself for whatever terrible idea I just had, but I don’t give him time to speak up “Do you have some spare sheets of paper?”

He eyes me for a minute and I try to give him my best lost kitty look “Why…?”

“C’mon! Please! Please!” I insist “If anything, I’ll ask Hancock to get you some more later, yeah? Please!”

He sighs, seemingly too tired for my antics – he probably had a bad night again “My office, my desk, bottom drawer on the right. Use whatever you want.”

I basically jump to my feet calling out a “Thank you!” as I dash to the submarine.

“What are you doing, Sabo?” I ask as I peek over his shoulder.

“Origami.” He replies smiling “An old man at the Terminal showed me how to do it a while back.”

I nod even though he can’t see me “It looks cool!” I watch his fingers folding the paper over and over and over again and before I know it “It’s a bird!”

He laughs “It’s a crane.” I get off his back and stand by the table. My brother hands me the bird and I remember how awesome I thought that was “Why don’t you try making it float?”

My enthusiasm fizzed out “Last time I tried anything like that, I hit Ace over the head with his own pipe. He was furious.”

Sabo laughed again “C’mon, it’s just us.” He gestured around, Ace had gone hunting for dinner and Luffy had ran straight after him much to our oldest brother’s annoyance. I was still in bed rest after my little stunt with the tiger and Sabo had stayed to look after me “Plus, it’s paper it’s not like you can do much damage with it, right?” I wasn’t convinced “Tell you what, if you can make it float around the room, I’ll teach you how to make one.”

I basically jumped in the air and my tiger ears with me “Really?!”

He nodded “I wouldn’t lie to my little sister, would I?”

I grabbed a small stack of papers and ran back outside, sitting beside Law and starting to fold the paper in my hands. I could tell my tail had slipped out, I felt it swinging but I didn’t care, I wasn’t sure if it was for the opportunity of actually having something to do or for the memory but it was a nice feeling. I didn’t even notice Law eyeing me suspiciously as I stacked up origami cranes on the side.

When I folded the last sheet of paper, I got up and took a deep breath feeling the air around me. I’m not a Logia, I can’t just make wind but I can control the air around me, shifting it in my grasp and bend it to my needs. I let the breath out and started to shape the air so it would lift the cranes up in the air, with little to no effort I raised my arms into the air and had them spiralling into the sky, once I got every single one of them off the floor I moved my arms down and with my right arm directed the cranes to fly over the bored crew. My control was wonky, some of them flew backwards or even upside down, I tried to adjust it by moving my fingers but it didn’t seem to do anything. Still, I kept it up, by the time I noticed, I had an audience – the crew had turned from their conversations to watch what I was doing and some of them applauded when I made the cranes flip around in the air in an attempt to control them.

Most of my tries to control the cranes were pointless, some of the even fell from my hold, the wind refused to listen to me more than it absolutely needed to, still, the Heart Pirates were loving it and it was nice to feel useful in some way again. I brought the remaining cranes back to me and got such a warm reaction out of the crew that I even bowed like a real performer, even Law grumbled out a “Nice trick” kind of comment, that seemed like a compliment…? I think? Shachi and Penguin were the most excited ones, by far! They ran over to me with stars in their eyes and speaking all over each other “She can’t understand you if you both say different things at the same time, idiots…” Law grumbled, still in the same position.

Penguin was the first I was able to understand “You can make things fly?!”

I nodded “Yeah…?”

“I thought you were a Zoan type.” Came Bepo’s kind voice from beside Law.

I turned to him and nodded “Mythical Zoan type, actually.” I explained “I ate the Neko-Neko no mi: Byako no Tora model. Byako is the mythical guardian tiger of the Eastern winds, so I get this extra trick.” I caught Law’s golden eyes on me, over that damn smirk he did, damn him, not even tired “What?”

He shrugged “Cat-Cat, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes at him “Tiger. Tiger! Do you miss that bit on purpose?”

“Whatever you say, scardy cat.” And his eyes were once again hidden under his hat.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very puncheable face?”

He tilted his head but he was still smirking “Not in those exact words, but I guess the answer is still a yes.”

“Mythical Zoan types are super rare, aren’t they?” Bepo spoke up again before I could say anything else to Law, I shrugged at him though.

“I have… No idea?” I replied “I mean, it’s not like I’ve seen anybody with powers like mine though…”

I heard Law sigh like I was a child that needed to have the same thing explained to them a thousand times over, I naturally glared at him waiting for his ‘wisdom’ “Whitebeard’s First Division Commander has a mythical type power.” He said “A phoenix if memory serves me.”

I remembered the blue flaming bird in the war “I swear, his head looks like a pineapple!” Ace had said with a big smile on his face “Marco’s a cool guy though. If you ever meet him, don’t you dare say I said that!” “Why? What are you gonna do, tough guy?” “I might grab a big fluffy spider and put it over your sheets while you’re sleeping.” “C’mon! That’s not fair!” “Hence, I’m being a great brother and warning you beforehand.” “Mean bastard…” “Ah! Language, shorty!” “Who do you think I learned it from?!”

“That’s not important!” I didn’t realize I had sunk into my own head until Shachi’s voice pulled me back to the present. Law’s clinical gaze was straight on me despite the fact that the others didn’t seem to have noticed. I looked back at Shachi that was still beyond excited like Penguin “If you can make stuff fly, you can make people fly too, right?!”

I nodded again “Yeah—”

“MAKE US FLY!” they asked with stars in their eyes before I had a chance to say anything else, making me laugh “Oh! Please, please, PLEASE!”

“Sure.” I smiled “One at a time though.” Didn’t want to a) over do it and b) accidentally drop one in the ocean.

They played rock-paper-scissors for it and Penguin would be the first one in the air. Asked me to wait before he ran to the sub and came back out with a… towel? He came back out with a towel tied around his neck that made it look like a cape – an image of Luffy smiling like a kid crossed my mind as Penguin stood there smiling from ear to ear “All set!”

I laughed but tried to focus, feeling the air currents around him I plucked his feet off the grass and the moment his weight was off the ground, I could feel the strain on my wounds but I kept it to myself and took him to the skies. To say that Penguin was delighted was a major understatement. He was holding out his arms, kicking the air, making superhero poses. Shachi was cheering from beside me, the rest of the crew seemed to be loving the scene, Bepo was cheering too jumping closer to us, I could even feel Law’s eyes on my back like my wounds could snap at any moment and he’d have to jump in. I could feel it too, the strain this was causing on my weakened body, I wanted to be stubborn, to keep at it but that would be more than stubborn, that would be selfish. Impossibly selfish. Penguin had, consciously or not, trusted me with his life and I could barely hear the cheers of the crew over the sound of my own blood pumping in my ears. I also didn’t want him thinking that he had made my wounds worse or something, he seemed like the kind of guy that would feel guilty even if it wasn’t actually his fault.

Without much fuss, I brought him back down, trying to not look as exhausted as I felt “Me next! Me next!” Shachi piped up to my left but before I even opened my mouth, I heard a familiar voice right behind me.

“No, that’s enough for today.” I glanced up to see Law towering over me.

He was right, I couldn’t take Shachi into the air like I did with Penguin and I was about to tell him this, but it really bugged me that he felt the need to speak for me. It ticked my already injured ego and I couldn’t stop myself, I stomp my right foot onto the ground as I move both my arms up, creating a gust of wind that takes Law up in the air. Is it making my arms feel like they might come undone? Yes, it is. Did it stop me from grinning mischievously at his surprised expression? Hell no. “Too grumpy to play superhero with us, Captain Panda?”

He frowned at me and held out his hand where I saw a spiral form and then extent around us in a blue veil “Room!”

“I wouldn’t that.” I interrupt him, keeping him in the air with both my hands, he raises me an eyebrow “If you shamble me away, I’m gonna lose focus and you’re gonna fall on your ass.”

He grinned with golden eyes piercing my grey ones “You think I’ll go easy on you because you’re injured?” I didn’t have the chance to reply as he unsheathed his sword and I noticed that his crew had cleared out of the circle. I found it strange before I felt an odd feeling on my waist and turned back to Law, he was sheeting his sword which I didn’t understand since he hadn’t done anything with it… Had he? He still had that grin on his face and I felt myself rise up to meet him but I could also still feel my feet on the floor?!

I looked down to realize that my legs were gone?! I opened my mouth but then I remembered him fighting in Sabaody and of him chopping up those marines without actually injuring them with the cuts. I looked back to find my legs where I had left them, I was still wearing my sandals and could see my toes, I wiggled them and saw them move, getting a chuckle to make its way up my throat “That’s a really cool trick.” I looked back at him that was at my eye level now, which was something I wouldn’t be able to do if we were on the floor, but it allowed me to fully see the look of surprise on his face.

A surprise he quickly recovered from, going back to his grumpy self “You’re pushing your limits there, thought you said you were gonna be careful.”

“I am being careful.” I technically was “I haven’t ripped my stitches, have I?”

His look hardened at me as he pointed at the center of my torso “If this one ‘rips’, you die.”

I let the reality set on me for a moment, now paying close attention to the heat right under my skin and how holding Law in the air made me feel like my skin would tear apart, but my eyes never left his, even as I smiled “Show me another one of those cool tricks and I’ll put you back on the floor.”

“With my power, I could just get myself down.”

I shrugged, intentionally wobbling his rather stable air support “Can you though?”

It was like a game, see who could push each other’s buttons more and both too proud to back away “You wanna see a cool trick, huh?” he switched his sword to his right hand and pulled his left back “Mes!” his palm hit the top of my chest so fast and so unexpectedly that I lost my breath “Shambles.” I don’t know what he shambled, I know that I lost all sense of where I even was for a moment, I felt myself fall, cold hands on my arms, my knees hitting the floor as I was suddenly looking at the grass as I struggled to get my breath back.

I didn’t realize I had even stopped hearing until sound came back around me “C’mon Captain, that was a bit mean.” Bepo’s voice was the first to break through “She is injured after all.”

“She asked me to show her something cool.” Law’s voice was as steady as always “I did as she asked.”

“I think that was payback for catching you off guard, captain.” I heard Penguin trying not to laugh but he soon stopped, Law must’ve glared at him again.

“It’s also not cool, captain.” Shachi’s voice sounded now “Most people consider that technique of yours really creepy, you know?”

“I’m telling you, she asked.” Law spoke up again and I found that breathing had started to feel easier now, so I sat up to realize that my legs were once again attached to my torso.

I scratched the back of my head as I got to my feet “What did you do?” I let my eyes focus again as the air started to settle in my lungs, Law turned slightly to face me and I noticed what he was holding “Is that a heart?!” he smirked and I looked at my chest, where his hand had hit and where now there was a square hole “Is that my heart?!”

I looked back at Law to find him grinning and there, right there in the light reflected in his golden eyes, I could see the satisfaction of being able to hold someone’s beating heart in your hands “Oh yeah.”

I looked at my heart as I touched the edges of my skin where that was supposed to be. I looked at him, his golden eyes making me feel like small prey, like I should run and never turn back, like I should shake in his presence and I consider myself lucky to still be standing. I mean, what other reaction should you have when someone just pulled your heart out of your chest like a damn Jenga piece? I could feel his cold hand supporting my beating heart, I could feel how his grip wasn’t any tighter than it needed to be – I tilted my head as my eyes remained on my heart – soft even? I was standing right in front of him before I knew it, only one question in my mind “Can I touch it?”

“Eh?” the crew tumbled in surprise and even Law’s usually stern expression could be perfectly read as confusion.

“I know it’s my heart, but I don’t know how this works.” I clarify “I don’t want to touch it and die!”

Law glanced from me to the heart, like it could fix his confusion but as the heart simply beat normally, the pirate captain looked back at me with seemingly even more questions “Sure.” As soon as I got permission, I poked it and collapsed on the floor as I had done it a bit too harshly “WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN, MORON?! IT’S A HEART, YOU CAN’T JUST POKE IT!”

“You said I could touch it!” I argued from the grass.

“Touch, not poke!” he countered “And I figured you’d be more careful with your own heart!” I heard him sigh as the crew laughed exchanging various comments from how crazy I was to how this was nice change of pace for their captain. Whatever this was that they were talking about, I couldn’t say.

They made me forget what life was like at the moment, it was easy to push it out of my mind when I heard them laugh, the Heart Pirates were a good, fun crew to hang out with. They made me miss my own crew like crazy. Sabaody seemed like so very long ago…

My thoughts were interrupted by the cheers of the crew and I raised my head to see what they were cheering about, walking into our little corner of the island were a handful of Hancock’s warriors, all familiar faces – why did I have to be so damn close to the entrance? - As the men fawned over the warriors, Law came to sit beside me “What are they doing over here…?”

“Right, you and Ikkaku had lunch on the island yesterday.” He said “The same warriors brought us food yesterday at around the same time too.” I didn’t say anything as I eyed their movements, setting up little stands with food “Why do they make you nervous?”

I blinked a couple of times before looking between Law and the warriors and back at Law “What are you talking about? They don’t—”

He showed me my fast beating heart still in his hand “It picked up the pace when you saw them come in.” he explained “You might be able to control your facial expressions well enough but your heart rate is another story.”

I… Had totally forgot he was holding my heart “We met them when me and Luffy first landed on the island, they’re alright. The blonde one?” I signalled over with my chin “Her name’s Margaret, she was the one that hung out with us more.” I tilted my head in retrospective “And I use the ‘hung out’ term really loosely here. She saved Luffy, then was trying to hunt us, then Luffy kind of kidnapped her, then she tried to kill us, then she kind of helped us, then she tried to kill us again, then she tried to defend us, got turned into stone because of us, we saved her, she saved us… You know, the usual.” He raised me an eyebrow “Oh, trust me, that’s the short version.”

“Alright… But ‘usual’?”

I actually laughed as several moments like that crossed my mind at the same time “Oh, you have no idea.”

He looked back at the Kuja “I guess that might explain why she was the only one that came over to ask me about you two.”

“Yeah…” I said more in a sigh than in an actual word. Law turned back to me as I laid my head back on the grass “They all wanted to know and ask too… How are you? How’s Luffy? I’m sorry about…” I took a deep breath and let that hang in the air “I’m alright, thanks. It’s what I reply every time.”

“How many times did you mean it?” I looked at Law but he was looking away from me and my grey eyes move back to the blue of the sky.

“Not even once…” I reply honestly and there’s a minute of silence between us “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s nice that they care enough to ask but…” I didn’t know how to phrase that so I had to stop and think about it, Law didn’t interrupt me, he just waited for me to sort out the words in my brain “I wish they didn’t ask.” I finally say, feeling a tear slip from the side of my face that would be followed by more as I let my mind sort through everything “It still hurts to think about it all, it hurts to feel, it hurts to remember, it hurts to feel like I’m not doing anything, it just hurts. The day is to distract myself and I’m too tired to feel at night, at night it seems like a story that happened to someone else… I wish they’d stop asking.”

I’m about to rub my face with my hands when he puts his hat over my face “She’s coming. Don’t move.” Is all the explanation I get. It’s dark and my nose is overwhelmed by the fresh smell of mint that becomes all I can breathe in with the fluffy hat over my face, my cheeks felt warm as I inhale the smell once again and I blame it on the fluffiness of the hat on my face.

“Doctor?” Margaret’s voice makes me almost jump and I feel something cold softly caress my heart “Oh! Is that Luna?”

“She’s asleep.” Law quickly interjected with his usual calm voice “Fresh air is good for her but she got tired quickly due to the exertion on her body.”

“Oh… I see… But she’s doing better, right?”

“It’s too early to tell.”

“What about Luffy? How is he doing?” she kept asking.

“I still can’t say when he’ll wake up.”

“Alright…” she didn’t seem to have left yet “Thank you for looking after them.”

“I’ve told you not to thank me, it was a whim.” I smiled under the hat. A whim? Taking his crew into the middle of a war to pick up two ‘enemies’ as he put it himself? It’s called kindness, Trafalgar Law.

“Thank you anyway.” she insisted.

“MARGARET!” another of the Kujas called out to her.

“Going!” she called back “I better go. Do you want me to bring you a bowl of food?”

“Thanks, but no.” Law said “I’ll see if Luna wakes up before you leave, save us a bowl for before you go.”

“No problem.”

A couple of minutes passed before I felt the hat being taken off my face, instinctively I rubbed my eyes and cleared the tears away “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I turned my head to him and noticed that he still had his hand on my heart, I turned back towards the sky. We were once again in silence as I lied on the grass and he sat beside me. It was a comfortable silence between us as we heard his crew celebrating the presence of the Kuja warriors…

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A Stan Mpreg Fanfiction: Two pregnant dudes at Stark’s Pond

   It was a lovely day in South Park as the sky was clear with a few clouds, birds were singing, and the weather is not as cold than usual. Stan opens his window to feel the outdoors, and then after a moment later, he decided that he wanted to enjoy a nice walk at Stark’s Pond before he was due to give birth to his new unborn child. 

   Stan smiling: *rubbing his huge belly* I’m in a mood for a relaxing walk, today. Would you like that, sweet heart?

   The baby moves inside him calmly.

   Stan: I’ll take that as a yes.

   Usually, Stan would do things with Kyle, but he’s out of town for the day because he promised Ike to take him on a huge nature walk and a side stop at Casa Bonita while coming back from their long walk. Stan would’ve come along too, but due to how heavily pregnant he is now, along with parts of the trail being super rocky, he made a safe move to stay home. He wanted to walk with someone at Stark’s Pond, and it took him only a second to decide that he’ll try asking one of his other best friend, plus he was the only other pregnant guy in South Park, Kenny.

   Kenny just got out of the shower and as he got out, he felt a huge kick on his heavily pregnant belly. And his stomach was growling.

   Kenny: *rubbing his huge belly* Woah there, girl! We’ll be having breakfast as soon as I get dressed.

   As he got back into his room, his cellphone was ringing and he noticed that it’s Stan trying to call him because of the caller ID. He picks up his phone and answers it.

   Kenny: What’s up, Stan. How’s things been with you lately?

   Stan: Not much. My baby was moving inside of me a moment ago. It was one of those beautiful kind of movements. And how about you?

   Kenny: My baby also moved a moment ago, but she gave me a hard kick. She’s really hungry for breakfast.

   As he was listening to Kenny, Stan’s stomach was growling and he gives his huge belly a rub.

   Stan: My baby is also really hungry as well. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting. *laughs*

   Kenny: *laugh* Yeah, my baby doesn’t like to be kept waiting too. So anyway, what’s the reason for calling me?

   Stan: Well, it is a nice day today. I was thinking about taking a relaxing walk at Stark’s Pond today, and even take a seat at that bench to watch the pond while hoping to find any animals. However, I don’t want to walk alone, and Kyle’s out of town for today. So, I was hoping if you and Butters are not doing anything right now, would you guys like to join me?

   Kenny: Well, Butters isn’t available for today. He had to cover in for Scott Malkinson at McDonald’s because Scott wanted to make an excuse by pretending to be sick so that he can buy and play that new Spider-Man video game. But I’m totally free for today. So I’m in!

   Stan: Sweet! Let’s meet up by 10:30 so that way we have plenty of time to eat our breakfast and get ready for our day. And hopefully, our babies won’t be bothering us for anymore food for a while.

   Kenny: I couldn’t agree with you anymore, dude. See you in a bit, bye.

   Stan: Bye.

   The backstory of how both Stan & Kenny got pregnant goes back during Bebe’s birthday party. Nearly everyone was at the party except for Cartman because of what a huge dick he is to everybody, although he did tried to sneak into the party by disguising himself as an overweight woman, but his ex-girlfriend Heidi noticed his disguised really quickly before anyone else did. During that party night, there were a lot of boozes for everyone to drink, but the people that drank more than the rest were Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and even Butters. They got so wasted that after partying like crazy, they decided that they wanted to make love. Stan got together with Kyle, while Kenny and Butters paired up. Each group decided that who’s ever penis was bigger, will be the dominant one during sex. Kyle’s dick was a bit larger than Stan’s, while Butters’ dick surpasses Kenny’s by almost half an inch. Both Stan & Kenny were the submissive ones during sex and because of that, their boyfriends fucked them both in the ass really good and got filled with cum afterwards. Even though Stan & Kenny couldn’t remember much of their drunkenness activities during that night, but the one thing they’ll never forget is that feeling of their boyfriend’s dick inside their butthole.

   Some weeks later, both Stan & Kenny were vomiting a lot during each morning and they needed to figured out what’s wrong. They went to the doctor to discover the reasoning why they’re throwing up a lot. The doctor told them that they were experiencing morning sickness and they were also both pregnant. Stan & Kenny were both in so disbelief to hear the news that they even took some pregnancy tests just to be sure, and those tests were all positives.

   Shortly afterwards, Stan & Kenny had to tell Kyle & Butters that they were pregnant with their unborn child. When Stan told Kyle about the news, he was very shocked to hear about it, got upset a bit, but after a few breaths, he hugged Stan and apologized for his overreaction. Kyle made a promise to be there for Stan whenever he needs him most, and he is also committed to be the best father he can ever be while Stan is committed to be the best mother as much as he can. Meanwhile, when Kenny told Butters that he was pregnant with his baby, Butters got scared and super nervous because he doesn’t know how he can be a good parent, plus he feels like he can’t handle that kind of responsibility. Kenny tells him that he’ll help him out on being a wonderful parent since he had similar experiences of watching over his little sister. Ever since then, Butters has learned a lot of becoming a good parent. And then when the time came to tell their own parents about the news, the mothers were all positives and supportive, while the fathers were all shocked and need time to calm down after hearing about it. But shortly later, they too were all supportive to their sons on becoming new parents.

   Now 9 months later since that night, Stan & Kenny are both heavily pregnant and they’re each due to give birth within at least by next week or two. But before they can start worrying about childbirth, they’re now about to have a nice peaceful walk together at Stark’s Pond. Stan was the 1st to make it, but after a few minute wait, Kenny finally arrived.

   Stan smiling: Hey, dude!

   Kenny smiles back: What’s up, man! You sure have picked a perfect day for a walk.

   Stan: Yeah, I don’t see any people around here at the moment. So, it’s just gonna be us pregnant dudes for the most part.

   Kenny: Just what I needed to hear because every time I go out with Butters, there’ll be some people staring at my huge belly.

   Stan: Same thing with me whenever I’m out with Kyle. Which is why I don’t get out to often except for doctor appointments. And man, our bellies sure have gotten bigger since we last met.

   Kenny: Hey, would you like compare our bellies to see which is bigger?

   Stan: Ah, what the hell. I’m curious to find out about that too.

   Stan lifted up his brown jacket while Kenny lifted up his orange hoodie, and the two show off their huge pregnant belly to each other. They even decided to let their belly button to tip touch together.

   Stan: Wow, it’s hard to say which of our belly is bigger. I feel like our bellies are about the same size exactly.

   Kenny: Agreed. Especially since we’ll only carrying one baby each, and we also got both knocked up around the same time.

   Both then lift back down their clothing to cover their huge belly.

   Stan: Alright dude, ready to go on our walk?

   Kenny: Yep. Let’s go.

   Stan & Kenny begins their walk together to the pond. And along the way, they have themselves a conversation about how their pregnancies has been since they’ve last seen each other. They haven’t seen each other in person since just before the start of month 6 of their pregnancy.

   Kenny: So Stan, how’s your pregnancy going along since the last time we’ve seen each other?

   Stan: Aside from the huge support I’ve been getting from friends and family, my most favorite thing about my pregnancy is feeling a movement or a cute kick from my baby. Every time he moves, I rub my huge belly to feel him. I love it so much!

   Kenny: Yeah dude, same thing with me whenever my baby girl moves. Although she gives me a huge kick sometimes whenever I need to eat. It happened to me again after I got out of the shower.

   Stan: My baby rarely kicks me hard. It only happens to me when either I get really hungry or if there’s loud sounds near by like 20 feet away from me. I believe he has only gave me something like 5 hard kicks so far since month 6 of my pregnancy.

   Kenny: My little girl has kicked me hard more often in the last 3 months than your baby boy. I feel like she has kicked me somewhere between 15 to 20 times already. I swear, she’ll make herself a great soccer player! *laughs*

   Stan laughing: I bet she would, dude. She would. *stops laughing* Anyway, how’s your pregnancy going so far?

   Kenny: Well, food wise, it sucks that I haven’t had any of my favorite foods like burgers and fish & chips since I’ve learned about my pregnancy. Plus, it also suck balls that I can’t even drink any beer since I like having them once a while. One of the things I’m looking forward to after childbirth is to have myself a bottle of beer.

   Stan: I know exactly how you feel when I first learn about my pregnancy. I was a bit upset when I was no longer allowed to have any alcoholic drinks until shorty after I give birth. But you know what dude, sometime later after I told my parents about my pregnancy, I was remained back to an old lesson from my past.

Kenny: What’s that?

   Stan: Back when I was eight during that time when I was taking karate lessons, my dad was going through alcoholic problems, and I was able to help him out by telling him of having your own power to control your drinking and discipline.

   Kenny: Discipline?

   Stan: I said to him that all or nothing is easy. But learning to drink a little bit, responsibly, that’s a discipline. Discipline… come from within. I’ve forgotten about that moral lesson years later, and then I was going through my own drinking problem. And sometime later after I told my parents that I was pregnant and how I got knocked up, my dad remained me back to those very words that I once told him when I was a kid. Since then, I’ve made an oath to myself that after childbirth, I’ll be much more careful on how I drink for now on. Because if I’m not careful on my drinking again, then I still haven’t learned any full complete discipline at all.

   Kenny was silent for a moment after what Stan has just said. And then he made his reply.

   Kenny: Wow, dude. Just… wow. Hearing from what you just said to me remains of my own drinking problem back before I became pregnant. My parents drank a lot during my childhood years, and I became like them when I got fully grown-up. During the last several months, Butters has been telling me that I should be more careful on how I drink after childbirth. I always told him something like “Okay, okay. I’ll be careful” without being totally serious about it because I have a love passion for my beer. But after hearing for what you said, I’m beginning to feel that Butters was right all along. If I’m going to be a wonderful mother to my daughter, then I too will make the exact same oath as yours, Stan. And just like our friendship, this shall be the oath that I hope will never be broken for the rest of my life!

   Stan smiles and pats Kenny on one his shoulder.

   Stan: I’m proud of you, Kenny. By taking this oath together, it’ll help us both on becoming the best mother for each of our new family. *rubbing his huge belly*

   Kenny smiling: Yeah, and this forever oath will also help us to learn full complete discipline. *rubs his huge belly too*

   From that point on, Stan & Kenny continue on with their walk to the pond without having an another conversation. After 10 minutes of walking, they’ve made it to Stark’s Pond.

   Stan: Finally made it. Boy, when you’re this heavily pregnant, walking is more of a chore than a quick exercise.

   Kenny: Yeah man, it can be a pain in the ass at times. Let’s take a seat at that bench, shall we?

   Stan: Hell yeah, dude. I need as much relaxing time at the bench as I can.

   They both take their seat at the bench, and watch the pond as they noticed a mother duck with a couple ducklings.

   Stan: *pointing at the mother duck* That’s going to be us very soon.

   Kenny: Yeah. Do you think that you want to have another child with Kyle after giving birth to your baby boy?

   Stan: Huh? I never thought about that. Just by looking at the mother duck and her kids does make me feel like wanting to have an another child with him, although he and I need to discuss that idea 1st before making a final decision. How about you, Ken? Are you willing to have an another child with Butters?

   Kenny: Tough to say. I’m willing to carry one more baby if he wants to, but I feel like he wants to only focus on our baby girl. If things goes nicely, then maybe we might think about having one more child into our family.

   Stan: Safe choice, dude. Because I wouldn’t want to have an another child if life is gonna be like hell after childbirth. It’s best to carry an another baby inside you when life is going wonderful for your new family.

   Kenny: Agreed.

   Both then relaxed themselves for several minutes as they continue to watch the mother duck and her ducklings, and they also saw a blue jay flying by.

   Stan: Hey dude, have you and Butters came up with a name for your baby girl, yet?

   Kenny: We were having that kind of discussion last night actually. Butters wanted to name her “Meg” after seeing that new blockbuster shark movie about the Megalodon, but I told him that would be a very bad idea because when she grows up, everyone will be quoting to her, “Shut up, Meg” all the time. A quote joke that just got really old, and annoying as years goes by.

   Stan: I know what you mean. That quote was alright for the first couple years, but as time goes by and Family Guy just keeps on getting more popular on social media, it definitely gets more and more irritating as fuck.

   Kenny: That’s what I said to him exactly. Butters eventually agreed with me because of how he was used to be called names all time back at elementary school, and he doesn’t want our daughter going through a similar situation like he had.

   Stan: And I also would like to point out for a moment that while Cartman is still such a huge asshole and all, but he is right on one thing, Family Guy really does suck. At least, not as much a good show as it was back then before jumping the shark multiple times.

   Kenny: Same thing with me, dude. I don’t even like that show anymore. Anyway, how about you and Kyle? Have you guys named your baby boy yet?

   Stan: Not yet, we’re still working on that.

   Kenny: Yeah, me and Butters are still working on a name for our baby too.

   Stan: I want to name our baby John after the great “John Elway” himself, but Kyle wanted to name him Chris after his most favorite movie actor, “Chris Hemsworth”. It’s just so hard to find a name that both me and Kyle can agree on.

   Kenny: Indeed. I was thinking about naming my baby girl Nazz, but the more I think about it, I feel like her name should be a beautiful one. And the name Nazz didn’t sound right for it.

   Stan: Hopefully, we’ll each have a name for our babies before childbirth happens.

   Kenny: You and me both.

   Both chilled out for a few minutes to catch their breath.

   Kenny: Stan, have you and Kyle made a room for your baby yet?

   Stan: He and I actually got done decorating his room last weekend. I even took some pictures on my phone after the room was completed if you like to see them.

   Kenny: Yeah man, I would love to! Butters and I also completed our baby girl’s room a few weeks back. I’ll be more than happy to show you my pictures of our daughter’s room from my phone as well.

   Stan: Sweet!

   The two show off their pictures to each other. 

   Stan & Kyle’s room for their baby boy have the wall painted light blue with some cute farm animals on it. It also has a comfortable chair,  a white dresser for his clothes, a toy bin where all the toys & stuffed animals are kept at, and his crib is placed at the right side of the room that also has a Winnie the Pooh themed blanket.

   Kenny & Butters’ room for the their baby girl have the wall painted light pink with some flowers on it. The room has a rocking chair, a light purple dresser for her clothes with a couple of plushie horses on top of the dresser, a basket of all of Butters’ old beanie babies that he used to collect when he was a toddler, and her crib is placed at right side corner next to the window.

   Stan: Your daughter’s room looks really adorable, dude. You and Butters sure have done a great job on her room.

   Kenny: I can say the same thing about your son’s room. His room is just as super cute as my baby girl’s room.

   Stan smiling: Thanks, man.

   And then suddenly, both of their unborn babies began to move inside of their huge bellies.

   Stan excited: Oh dude, my baby is moving!

   Kenny excited: Mine too!

   Stan lifted up his brown jacket to feel his baby’s movements as Kenny does the same thing with his orange hoodie. Then both begin to rub their huge bellies as the babies keep on moving. They just love feeling their baby’s movement so much.

   Stan: Hey, Kenny, do you want to rub my huge belly to feel my baby boy?

   Kenny: Hell yeah, man! You should do the same thing with my baby girl as well.

   Stan: I’ll be more than happy to do that!

   Kenny then places one of his hands on Stan’s huge belly as Stan does the same thing of having one his hands on Kenny’s huge belly. As they were rubbing each other bellies, they were also blushing a little and made a sweet smile.

   Stan smiling: You know dude, sometime after our babies are born, we should have them meet each other in person so that way can start a beautiful friendship together.

   Kenny smiling: I love that idea so much, Stan. And I’m very sure they would both be great friends together.

   Stan smiling: I believe that they would, Kenny. They definitely will be together for a very long time.

   Then the two continues on rubbing their own belly for a couple minutes until their babies stopped moving, and then cover their huge bellies again. Afterwards, the mother duck and her duckling leaves the pond to adventure onwards to the glass field. That was the moment when Stan & Kenny decided that it was for them to leave also.

   Stan: We should better be heading back now, dude. It’s almost lunch time for our babies.

   Kenny: Yeah, man. Before they kick us really hard for food again. *laughs*

   Stan & Kenny begins their walk back on the trail that takes them just as long as walking to the pond. Along the way, they’ve encountered a couple squirrels, an another blue jay, and the only other person aside from themselves on the trail, Mr. Mackey.

   Mr. Mackey: Hello boys, it’s been a long while since we last seen each other.

   Stan & Kenny: Hey, Mr. Mackey.

   Mr. Mackey is still South Park elementary’s school counselor, although he does plan to retire from the job sometime next year. The last time Stan & Kenny saw Mr. Mackey was back during the 3rd month of their pregnancies when everyone in town was starting to learn that they were carrying babies despite not being women. Mr. Mackey was one of the 1st people in town to come forward to show his support for their pregnancies.

   Mr. Mackey: So, how have you two been doing during your pregnancy so far?

   Stan: It has it’s ups and downs. And we’re both due to give birth to our babies pretty soon.

   Mr. Mackey: M’Kay. Which gender are you babies?

   Kenny: I’m carrying a girl, and he’s carrying a boy.

   Mr. Mackey: That’s wonderful, M’kay! And do you guys have a name for them yet?

   Stan: Not yet, that’s still being worked on. How’s the school been lately?

   Mr. Mackey: It’s been the same place just as when you guys went to middle school. Also, the school and myself are both very proud for you two and Kyle & Butters on becoming new parents. And we wish you guys well and have wonderful new memories for your children to be never forgotten.

   Kenny smiling: Thanks, Mr. Mackey. That means a lot to us.

   Suddenly, both Stan & Kenny’s stomachs growl pretty loudly.

   Stan little embarrassed: Sorry about that. Our stomachs using growl like this everyday during our pregnancy whenever we’re hungry.

   Kenny: Yeah, we gotta get going to feed ourselves and our babies. They don’t like to wait very long for food.

   Mr. Mackey: M’kay, I understand. Well anyway, it’s was nice to see you two again. I hope you guys can stop by the school and show us your new children whenever you can.

   Stan: We will, especially since they’ll be going to that school within a few years anyway.

   Mr. Mackey: So long, boys. And take care, M’Kay!

   Stan & Kenny: Bye!

   Several minutes later after seeing Mr. Mackey, they were back at the entrance where they met up earlier.

   Stan: Hey dude, do you want to come over at my place to eat lunch?

   Kenny: Thanks for the offer man, but I’ll pass. After lunch, I’m just gonna give myself a hot bath and wait there until Butters gets back from work because he doesn’t get home until around 3. I want to keep on discussing with him on naming our baby.

   Stan: Oh, okay then. I might also give myself a hot bath too after lunch while reading my book.

   Kenny: What book are you reading? Is it an another book about the great “John Elway”? *laughs*

   Stan: Nope, I’ve already read 3 books about him. I’m actually reading a book by “Cesar Millan” on how to raise a perfect dog. I’m thinking about rescuing a dog sometime after me and Kyle find a new house that has more room than our current apartment.

   Kenny: That’s pretty sweet.

   Stan: Anyway, I better get going now to feed myself and my baby. Oh and Kenny, one last thing.

   Kenny: Yeah?

   Stan: When you and Butters have a name for your daughter, please give me a text or call when you have it.

   Kenny: Sure thing. And you do the same when you and Kyle have a name for your son.

   Stan: Will do. I hope we see each other sometime soon after our childbirth. Have a great day, Ken. Bye!

   Kenny: See you soon, dude. Bye!

   A few days later after meeting up at Stark’s Pond, Stan & Kenny gave each other a call about finally having a name for their soon to be born babies. Stan & Kyle’s baby boy was named “Robin”, and Kenny & Butters’ baby girl was named “Jasmine”. A week later, they both finally went into labor and gave birth to Robin & Jasmine. Only about a month later after childbirth, Robin & Jasmine finally met each other for the 1st time during a huge celebration party to congratulate Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters on their new babies and becoming parents to start a new family. It was from that moment on, is where the huge friendship between Robin & Jasmine started. And it shall be a wonderful bond that’ll never be broken, just like the eternal bond between their mothers before them.

                                                                    The end

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Filmes 40tena

FILMES

The Phantom of the Opera (1925) Metropolis (1927) The Lodger (1927) City Lights (1931) x Dracula (1931) x Frankenstein (1931) x King Kong (1933) Duck Soup (1933) x It Happened One Night (1934)  x Bride of Frankenstein (1935) 39 Steps (1935) x Dark Victory (1939)  x Mr. Smith goes to Washington (1939)   x The Philadelphia Story (1940)   x Rebecca (1940)  x Suspicion (1941) The Maltese Falcon (1941) x Now, Voyager (1942) x To be or not to be (1942) x Double Indemnity (1944)  x To Have and Have Not (1944) Mildred Pierce (1945) x Its a Wonderful Life (1946)   x Notorious (1946)  x Big Sleep (1946) x The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) x Rope (1948)   x The Third Man (1949)  x Sunset Blvd (1950)  x All About Eve (1950)  x In a Lonely Place (1950) x Strangers on a Train (1951)   x A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) x Singin in the Rain (1952)  x High Noon (1952) x On the Waterfront (1954)   x Godzilla (1954) La Strada (1954) Nights of Cabiria (1954)  x Sabrina (1954) x The Caine Mutiny (1954) East of Eden (1955)  x To Catch a Thief (1955)  x Rebel Without a Cause (1955)   x Guys and Dolls (1955) x Forbidden Planet (1956) x Paths of Glory (1957)  x Seven Samurai (1957)  x Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)  x The Young Lions (1958)  x Anatomy of a Murder (1959) x Rio Bravo (1959) x Some Like It Hot (1959)  x Breathless (1960)  x Spartacus (1960)  x The Hustler (1961)   x West Side History (1961) Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)  x The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence (1962)   x Lawrence of Arabia (1962)   x What Ever Happened to Baby Jane (1962) Contempt (1963) x Cleopatra (1963) The Birds (1963)  x The Great Escape (1963) Charade (1963) x Deus e o Diabo na Terra do Sol (1964)  x A Fistful of Dollars (1964)  x Pierrot Le Fou(1965)   x Batman (1966) Cool Hand Luke (1967)  x The Graduate (1967)  x Terra em Transe (1967) x Bullitt (1968)  x Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid  (1969)   x Antonio das Mortes - sequência - Deus e o diabo na terra do sol (1969) THX 1138 (1971) The French Connection (1971) The Way of the Dragon (1972) x The Sting (1973) x The Great Gatsby (1974) Murder on the Orient Express (1974) The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976) x The Deer Hunter (1978)  x Drunken Master (1978) Death on the Nilo (1978) x Life of Brian (1979)  x Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)  x Idade da Terra (1980) Raging Bull (1980)  x Dune (1984)  x Idi I Smotri  (1985) The Color of Money (1986)  x Down by the Law (1986) x Top Gun (1986)  x She's Gotta Have It (1986) Empire of the Sun (1987)  x The Lost Boys (1987) x Rain Man (1988)  x Cinema Paradiso (1988) Akira (1988) x Do the Right Thing (1989) Yume (1990) Death Becomes Her (1992)  x Glengarry Glen Ross (1992) x Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) x The Last Of The Mohicans (1992) Malcolm X (1992) The Age of Innocence (1993) Carlito's Way (1993)   x Natural Born Killers (1994) x Reality Bites (1994) x La Haine (1995) x 12 Monkeys (1995) x Get Shorty (1995) Dead Man (1995)  x Sleepers (1996) x Donnie Brasco (1997)  x Gattaca (1997)  x Life is Beautiful (1997)  x The Game (1997) x Mononoke-hime (1997) x Contact (1997) Boogie Nights (1997)  x Central Station (1998) The Thin Red Line (1998)  x Rush Hour (1998)  x The Big Lebowski (1998)  x Pi (1998)  x Amores Perros (2000) Mulholland Drive (2001)  x K-Pax (2001) x Blow (2001)  x The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)  x Rush Hour 2 (2001) x Punch Drunk Love (2002)    x Adaptation (2002)  x Road to Perdition (2002)    x Layer Cake (2004)  x Steamboy (2014) Hotel Rwanda (2004)  x Primer (2004) x Pride and Prejudice (2005)   x Lower City (2005) All the King's Men (2005)  x The Lives of Others (2006) x The Fountain (2006)  x Stranger than Fiction (2006) x Sunshine (2007)   x Eastern Promises (2007)  x In Bruges (2008) The Road (2009)  x Mr Nobody (2009) x Moon (2009)  x Biutiful (2010) x Incendies (2010) x The Ides of March (2011)  x The Dangerous Method (2011)   x Carnage (2011)  x Tree of Life (2011) Anna Karenina (2012)  x To the Wonder (2012) x The Hunt (2012)  x Snowpierce (2013)   x August: Osage Country (2013)  x Jodorowskys Dune (2013) Enough Said (2013) x The Drop (2014)  x Love & Mercy (2014) In the Heart of the Sea (2015)  x Knight of Cups (2015) x Child 44 (2015)   x The Lost City of Z (2016)  x Free Fire (2016) Only the Brave (2017) x Song to Song (2017) Good Time (2017) x Papillon (2017) x Mother! (2017) x Dragged Across Concrete (2018) x The Professor (2018) Wildlife (2019) x Little Women (2019)  x The Gentlemen (2019)  x Jungleland (2019) x A Hidden Life (2019) The King of Staten Island (2020) x Devil all the Time (2020) x Black is King (2020) x American Utopia (2020) Nomadland (2020) x

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Love, Huh? - Chapter 2

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"You done?" Sehun said knocking on the bathroom door.

For the last 2 weeks you've been in this hospital, woke up after almost 3 days since you passed out. Sehun cried -which something you haven't seen in a long time and made you cry too realizing how much you actually hurt him by being hurt- when you opened your eyes. And since then you have never been alone even though the boys were currently preparing for their new album. Some days it would be Kyungsoo who would make sure not even a piece of rice was left on your plates and also would sneak in some snacks for you to eat, the rest of the days would be Chanyeol who would show you funny videos or make you listen to songs they've made but yet released. And then Sehun, who would with one of the guys and never came alone. He would only sit silently on the sofa, looking at you somehow with worried, angry, and guilty looks at the same time while his friends would talk with you. He would only say something when talked to. Truth was, he felt guilty for not sensing anything wrong. He was also very mad at himself for not being able to protect you, something he always promised you since you became friends.

They would work on their album in your hospital room while telling you to eat, rest, and sleep. When the day you finally could go home, well to the guys' apartment since you don't really have other place to stay at -and they were very adamant they wouldn’t have it any other way-, Sehun picked you up alone, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had to record their parts he informed.

You looked at the mirror to see fading marks on your neck, arms, and face. The stitches were also fading, you almost looked normal. Maybe your body was becoming normal, but you haven’t dare to explore your emotions of what happened 2 weeks ago. You could only hope time would help you heal your heart. The guys surprisingly didn’t bombard you with questions right as you woke up. You knew you owe them some explanations and that their heads were full of questions.

You straightened your clothes -well Kyungsoo’s since all of yours were still at your place and his fits the best since the other two are basically giants- and again looked at the mirror. Somehow, looking at your almost healed wounds made your heart wrenched. You questioned yourself, how could you let him do what he did to you? Better one, why would you do things that pushed him to do what he did?

“Hey, you okay in there?” Sehun’s voice outside grew worried when you didn’t respond.

When you opened the door and saw his face, you couldn’t hold yourself to throw yourself into his arms. You hugged him tight putting your ear on heart to hear the sound of it beating, something you realized was something very calming and pleasant. He was stunned at first, before embracing your body, sharing his body and heart’s warmth.

Both of you stayed still in this position with him stroking your hair giving you more comfort before he pulled back and held your face in his palms with you still hugging his waist, needing his presence more than ever before. “You okay?” he said softly, looking deep into you.

You nodded before continuing “I just ... Thank you. For everything.”

“Anything for you, shorty” he smiled kissing the top of your head.

“Hey I was taller than you in middle school. Not my fault you grew up to be a pole.”

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After some convincing and promises you would leave if he was home and Sehun muttering something like “I hope he’s home so I could show him what broken ribs feel like”, he drove you to your shared apartment with your boyfriend -well ex to be exact- to get your essential items, like your IDs, passport, etc.

Judging by the police line that was still sealed at your door, it did’t look like someone has returned to this house. After getting rid of the tape, you punched in your code with shaking hands, can’t help but to have flashbacks about the nights of your pain. Sehun noticed this and held your other hand in his. And when the door finally opened he took the first step and entered with you behind him. When his eyes spotted the broken glass and trace of dried blood his jaw clenched and his grip tightened.

Concluding no one was really home with the lack of sound and light, he asked where’s your bedroom and lead you both there.

“Um.. Sehun, you probably need to let go of my hand for me so I can work faster.”

He reluctantly did and you took the bag you didn’t finish pack that night. You put in your wallets, laptop, notes, clothes and some stuff you just wanted to bring along. Like hell you were gonna leave your SK-II essence or Anastasia Beverly Hills palette. “You forced me to drive you here just for your skincare and makeup?” Sehun teased with his arms crossed leaning his form to the doorframe.

“These are very expensive alright. Why don’t you make yourself useful and help me find my phone. It should be in the living room somewhere,” you replied while grabbing your huge ass suitcase to fit in more stuff. 

“Just buy a new one.”

“All of my contacts are there. And also tons of pictures I’m not willing to let go of.”

He rolled his eyes and started to move towards the living room. “Like what? Nudes?” 

“I think we both know who likes to take racy pictures out of the two of us.”

“Hey that wasn’t meant for you alright.”

Sehun came back after a few minutes, “Your screen’s broken.”

“Ah dang. Are you busy today? Could we like stop by the mall to fix it or get a new one or something?” You asked looking up while crouching next to the bed, trying to reach whatever was under the bed.

“Free as a bird. You need help?”

“Nope. I.... got it,” you said pulling out a black box.

“Let me guess, your sex toys.”

“Oh honey, if I were into sex toys I wouldn’t just have one box, I’d make a room dedicated to them, Fifty Shades style.”

He snickered and got to his knee, watching you opening up the box. When you did though, he was shocked to see that it was completely filled with money. “Never heard of the bank missy?”

You shrugged, “Just feel safer to have cash than cards.” You put the box in your luggage. Deciding you’ve taken everything you bought with your own money and leaving all he gave you, you closed it. 

“All done?” Sehun grabbed your luggage and your other bag. 

“Yes.” And with that you got up. You were almost out of the door before you remembered something, “Wait!” Sehun looked behind only to see you taking some shoes with you. You grinned at him, showing him a worn out pair of shoes “This is the shoes you bought me with your first paycheck!”

He broke into a huge smile before turning on his heels, telling you to come out fast. Before you close the door to your past, you looked once into what caused you pain and happiness for the last year. 

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“Have you called the guys about we’re eating out?” you asked Sehun as you finished ordering your food. He nodded at your question. “By the way, this is very private. Is this where celebrities go on dates?”

“Well the owner is also an idol, so he knows how hard it is for us to even just hangout with friends, let alone dating. Well for those who don’t want scandals yes, this is the safest place with private rooms and all.” You nodded at his explanation.

Both of you stayed quiet after that. Sehun looked like he wanted to ask you about everything but always stopped himself before he did. When you finished your food, you took a deep breath and called his name, making him look away from his leftover food he was playing with and looked into your eyes.

“Ask.” you commanded.

Sehun paused before asking “When did you quit Junmyeon hyung’s company?” Okay he’s starting light

“Almost a year ago I think.”

“Why? Was it.. him?” Sehun whispered the last word, clearly trying to avoid the sensitive topic.

“He did ask me to quit. But that wasn’t the main reason.”

“And what was it? I thought working at his company was your dream?”

“Well yes. Kinda irrelevant, but before we move on, the company is not his, it’s Mr. Kim Minseok’s.”

“But they’re brothers, the company is their family’s.”

“Yeah but technically Mr. Kim’s the one who ran the whole company, and on the other hand Mr. Kim deals with the magazine, not their....” you stopped talking as you caught Sehun’s unfazed face, clearly not caring about which Kim brothers was the owner. You sighed and continued, “I just felt uncomfortable with both of them that’s all.”

“What? What did they do?”

“Good things. Too good things. They would bring me food, offer me to lunch and dinner, giving souvenirs whenever they’re back from trips, giving me rides home, and all.”

Sehun’s brow furrowed deeper. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“What would you feel if you CEO sent you a flower bouquet and medicines because you were sick the day before or your supervisor’s boss chatting up to you at lunch like your best friends?”

“Happy?” 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Normal people would feel uncomfortable. Cause other employees would talk, okay.”

“Did they? Talk? About you?”

“Oh yes they did.”

“Like what?”

“Like how I slept with both of them to get my job, which we both know isn’t true since you force-introduced me to them 2 months after I got hired. And it’s not like they weren’t professional on working time tho. I get scolded when my job wasn’t satisfactory, but gossip’s definitely more fun than fact so, I decided to quit and to start writing again. And it’s not like I needed more money. As you saw earlier I got enough and my boy.. ex-boyfriend is very rich like I told you.”

“Right, your ex.”

“Ask away, blondie.”

“Was it.. the first time?” he asked carefully.

“No.” You saw him blinked and clenched his jaw. 

“Did he do it.... often?”

“No,” you contemplated on how to tell him, and the only way for it to make sense is to tell from the beginning. “Okay, this is gonna be long. Questions after I’m done kay?” 

“Okay.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before starting your story. “Okay, so did you realized after the initial meeting between you, me, him, Chan and Soo oppa we don’t meet that often?” He nodded “And even when we did meet I asked you not to bring your bandmates cause I ‘wanted to spend more time with you’?” Again he nodded. “And did you notice how he got very touchy and would always keep his hands on me when we hung out?” At this he just looked at you confused. “Guess why.” 

You let him think and analyze the whole thing. It took him a couple of second before he got it. “He was jealous.”

This time you nodded. “When we got home after the first meeting, he was saying things like how all three of you have crushes on me and like me more than just friends, and how we’re too close as friends and stuff. So I argued back and we had a big fight that night which ended up giving me a broken rib and nose. I was ready to leave him. But he begged and apologized. And me being the stupid girl that I am, stayed. His jealousy didn’t get better tho, but he never hit me like that again. But in turn, when he got jealous he would be.. um.. really rough in bed. Like choking, spanking, and not the good kind. If he’s jealous I won’t be able to walk the next day because of the pain and forming bruises. And he got jealous of everything. Our calls, facetime, me talking about any of you, or even just admiring celebrities. But I thought, at least he didn’t hurt me outside of bed you know.”

You looked at Sehun’s red ears and his clenched fists on the table. You reached over and took his left one in your right, squeezing it lightly as if saying ‘But I’m okay now, don’t worry’

"He kinda tolerated you, since he knows how much you mean to me, and also because I told him you're gay, which he didn't believe somehow. So he just forced himself not to be jealous when we hang out or talk. But for Chanyeol and Kyungsoo oppa, honestly I did avoid them. I think I was afraid of what he would do to me if I didn’t. But then the night before it happened, we ran into each other. And I’m pretty sure you all noticed how he got very protective of me since you jokingly said ‘chill dude, we’re not gonna take her’ which, he didn’t find funny by the way, he thought you were mocking him. When we were home, again we fought. And when he got angrier I threatened him I'd leave if he ever laid his hands on me again. So he left. At first I thought I was safe, we were okay. But then the club owner called and informed me that my ex spent the night at the club and was drinking a lot. The owner is a friend, so he called just to make sure everything’s okay. But when he told me my ex has been drinking more than he should, I had a feeling it would go bad. And that’s why I called you. But before you could pick up, he came home. We fought again, but I kept my space. I warned him again and again and again about leaving him. And he seemed to calm down, before my phone rings, and he saw the caller and he snapped.” You stopped, knowing it’s gonna be the hardest part to tell.

Sehun’s eyes doubled in size. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. It was him who called.

You took both his hands, “And it’s not your fault. Never yours. Don’t you dare blaming yourself okay.”

His lips trembled, but he told himself he had to be strong for you. No matter how terrible this was for him, you still had it the hardest. So he let go of your hands and moved beside you. He looked to your eyes deeply and ask, “Were you scared?”

“Very.” And with that he took you in his arms.

You didn’t realize it, but you found yourself crying and sobbing on his chest. Finally you crumbled down. You felt broken and worthless. Maybe you did deserve all the hitting. Maybe you weren’t good enough for him or anybody.

You cried for few minutes before calming down. You pulled away and he wiped your tears. “You also can’t blame yourself for what happened. This is all him. You are amazing, beautiful, and deserve someone who treats you like the queen you are,” he stated, knowing fully well you were putting yourself down. “Don’t discredit yourself. You’re perfect just like how you are.”

Then he hugged you again, you let yourself be embraced into his grasp, letting him mend your broken heart.

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Home sweet Home - Chapter 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

Summary: Emily Wines and Chris Evans have been friends since they were kids. When Emily needs a break from her life she moves in with Chris back in Boston. It sounds easy, but things never go as planned, right?

Warnings: swearing, violence, past trigger memories, eventual, possible smut.

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a while, and I have started writing it on AO3. So yes, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I will writing it. There will be angst, fluff, an attempt of humour and maybe… maybe a bit of smut. Enjoy :)

Wordcount: 1918

Tags: @southerngracela

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MASTER LIST

Seeing her mother in the hospital was always one of the worst things. She could never sleep well a day before, and today was not an exception. She needed a long cold shower to wake up just enough to be able to function properly. She put some short, and a t-shirt on and walked to the kitchen.

It was before 7, so she would not expect Chris to already be up, so she was surprised to see an already ready coffee waiting for her in a coffee machine. She looked around but no sign of the morning bird.

She poured herself some of that magical drink of Gods and started to look around the house. A nice, homey house in Sudbury, something that totally screamed 'Chris'.

The house was nice. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a great, big kitchen. Not to mention a gym and an inside pool. Which if she was being honest, was actually pretty tempting now. So she finished her coffee and went to change for a swimming suit. She always had one with her. Swimming was her getaway. And now she needed a big getaway.

**

He walked into the house, feeling his breathing slowing down finally. Having some time off filming didn't mean he could just stop exercising. He would be dead if his trainee found out about him being even a bit lazy.

He took water from the fridge and was about to go wake her up when he heard water flipping from the pool area. He smiled and walked there, stopping at the doors, looking at her swimming figure.

She used to swim at school. He remembered going to some of her competitions. But now it was different. She wasn't racing now, she was in peace. Arm to arm. Legs beautifully cooperating with the whole body. He leaned on the wall and smiled wider. He really did miss her.

He walked to the pool, took off his clothes, staying only in his boxers and slowly walked into the water, swimming to the lane she was using. He leaned on the wall of the pool and couldn't help but laugh when she bumped right into him, straightening with a shock.

"Chris! Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with you! Do you want to give me a heart attack" he couldn't help but laugh even harder, seeing her pissed expression? "I hate you!"

"I love you too!" He pulled her towards him, the laughing never stopped. She tensed immediately, feeling his toned chest pressed at her cheek. She swallowed hard and looked up into those beautiful blue eyes. "So, what made you swim so early in the morning?" He asked finally, sitting up on the wall. She bit her lip and took a dip breath.

"I hate seeing her like that, you know? This weak and distant. I'm scared that one day I will go see her and she will not recognise me, or..." she felt tears in her eyes and cursed herself for being so weak in front of him.

"Shhh, baby girl!" He whispered softly into her ear. He pulled her towards his chest and smoothed her back with his hand. "Listen, I can't promise you that everything will work out, but I do promise you I will be there for you. Always!" She bit her lip and hugged him back, letting the tears she had tried to hide for so long, fall.

**

They stood in front of her mother's hospital room. She was shaking inside, afraid to walk in. She pulsed feeling her hand coming into contact with his.

"Relax, sweety!" He smiled towards her and knocked softly on the door, opening them, hearing the woman's voice on the other side.

"Chris, honey you just visited..." the woman stopped and smiled happily seeing her daughter. "Emily, baby girl!" Em let go of the man's hand and hugged her mother, the same way she did when she was a child and had a nightmare. She didn't care about the tears or the shaking hands. "Baby it's so good to see you!" She pulled herself away from her mother and looked her up and down. She looked tired but it did not look as bad. Her voice was more stable than she remembered the last time, and not to mention her eyes shining again. She wasn't sure whether it was just today, but her mother did look promising.

"Here", she finally whispered, when Evans walked into the room, closing the doors behind him, and sat at the sit in the corner. "I promised to bring you one!" The woman grinned and opened the present, shivering like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh, it's beautiful, baby! But none of this!" She put the set away and patted on the free space near her on the bed. "I wanna know everything. Tell me how is my little girl doing?" And so she did. She said about all of her restaurants, the stupid short term relationships, her colleagues and a decision to move to Boston and her break from everything.

*

He was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, looking at the two women who meant the world to him. He knew Em could not always see her mother but always cared enough. That's why whenever he was in Boston, he came to visit. He and Monica were always close, due to his and Emily's friendship, but this couple of months have made them even closer.

He smiled involuntary, seeing his friend smile so brightly. Her little mental breakdown at the pool broke his heart, but seeing her happy now, made him a bit relaxed as well. He was grateful that her mother looked better today. It would not turn out good for Em to see her mother weak. Not today, not after the morning.

"I'll get some coffee", he finally chimed in, when the younger woman started to talk about one of her relationships. For some reason, he did not feel like listening to it. "I'll get you a triple espresso, Em", she chuckled and nodded. He knew of her little coffee addiction, and well if some caffeine made her happy, he would bring her all the coffee she wanted. "Mon... any water, or tea? I'll try and talk to the nurse about that cherry tea she had last time." The older woman laughed and nodded her head.

"Sure Chris... but don't use me to go and talk to the hot nurse! You're a big boy, don't need a bit of dating advice anymore."

"A hot nurse?" The younger asked, raising her brow at the man, who chuckled nervously. "Don't tell me Captain America has a nurse kink?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud, grabbing his left boob in a comical way. "If I knew I would wear my slutty Halloween nurse costume as my pyjama!" This time ber mother joined in and the whole room was laughing out loud.

"Maybe next time, shorty", he snickered winking at both of the women. "I'll go get your drink ladies."

"And a date for yourself!" Em shouted back before the door closed.

"You're still a better actor than he is" her mother joked, shaking her head in disbelief. "But you will never play me, kid".

"What are you talking about, mother?", she asked, blushing slightly. Her mother was the only one that knew about her stupid, teenage crush. She was also the one who bought her all those chocolates when Chris left for acting school.

"He is a good boy... hell he has become an amazing man. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way he looks at you."

"Mother, stop" she rolled her eyes at her mother, gossiping mode. Sometimes she would turn into a highschooler and spend her time gossiping about everything she could.

"I don't understand why you're jumping around each other. You have been friends since kids, been talking to each other since he left, I really don't understand, why..."

"Mother, please", she sighed deeply. "There is nothing between me and Chris. We are nothing but friends. My stupid crush was a teenage thing. We both have our own lives." She wasn't sure whether the forced tone was more for her own mother or herself. "Plus, I will never be a hot nurse, so..." she joked to end the conversation, but her mothers piercy look, left her unsure.

**

"Mandy, the hot nurse?" She joked when they were slowly coming back to his house. "Please, please tell me she's a redhead!" He laughed out loud, making her smirk. It was their inside joke. During one of the winter days when there was no electricity, they sat down in his room and listed girls' names and out the hair colour that matches their names, with, of course, some extra features.

"No, she has short, brown hair. And green eyes" he answered, opening the doors.

"So she's a cat? Omg Captain America and Cat woman!" He shook his head still laughing. "The war has become. Marvel vs DC! Oh, I can see the media and the fans freaking out!"

"Do you ever shut up, shorty?" He asked, smirk still present on his lips. She grinned and went to the fridge, taking out some beer and sat down on the couch, turning on to some Netflix. "Hmm, Netflix and chill?" He raised his brow at her, making her chuckle, taking a big sip of her beer.

"I don't remember the last time I did that!" She said jokingly, scanning through the list of potential movie winners.

"What? Netflix?" He asked, opening his own beer and taking a big sip.

"Sex" she smirked proudly, seeing him choke on his drink.

"Fuck Em. You did that on purpose, right?" She shrugged her shoulder innocently,  making him roll his eyes. "No, but seriously! How long?" She widened her eyes and opened her mouth to answer, but decided not to, so she just turned around and continued the research. "Oh, fuck no!" He leaned and took the remote away from her. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you drop it. You started it, and now you have to finish, sister." She bit her lip and looked at her bottle of beer, playing with it, to make her relax. "Come on, it's me. You can tell me everything." She looked up into his blue-green eyes and took a deep breath.

"Three" he raised his brow and huffed.

"Three months is not that big of a deal!"

"Three years", this time the beer did not stay inside. He cursed under his breath when the alcohol came back through his nose. "Thanks..." she hissed, wanting to get up, but was stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Wait, wait up! Sorry", he started, wiping his face clean. "You're shitting me, right? Three fucking years?!" She blushed and looked away. She didn't know why she felt so embarrassed and why was it so hard for her to talk about it with him. Out of all the people, it should be the easiest to talk to him... "how?"

"No... I'm not talking 'bout it completely sober!" She answered, finishing her beer and standing up to get another.

"It's three o'clock," he said, walking right behind her, to see her taking out tequila and orange juice. "Let's be at least a little bit responsible and order something to eat!"

"Ordering food? What about your Captain America diet?"

"Fuck the diet. I wanna know why my best friend hasn't get laid for three fucking years!"

NEXT

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Their s/o backhugs them/wants a piggyback ride

Anon:  Can I have reaction when their gf randomly came and backhug them? I love your bloog💕 Anon:  Something like their s/o jump at their back and she want them to give carry her like this, reaction Anon:  Can I have reaction when their gf is randomly coming and back hugging them when they are brushing their teeth?

These were all pretty similar, so I smooshled them together and just mixed them up :D

P-Goon  

 Your boyfriend, Sehyuk, didn't see you coming. You were sneaking up to him, carefully, slowly, without making any sounds you inched your way towards him, closer and closer. He was currently talking to Yooncheol about something irrelevant, and Yooncheol had already noticed you a while ago, but besides a knowing smirk, he didn't say anything to P-Goon; he didn't want to give away your plans and position. Suddenly, when you reached him, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's back, hugging him from behind. Before you could even say “Boo!” Sehyuk had already jumped 50 feet into the air, letting out a – manly – scream of fear. You laughed at him, his terrified expression seemed hilarious to you. Instantly, you let go of him again. Sehyuk growled and turned around, ready to play your little game as well. He jumped, pulling you onto the floor with him. Holding you down with his legs on either side of your waist as he sat on top of you, he started to tickle you. You begged and begged him to stop, trying to kick around, but to no avail. You tried to scare him, so now you had to pay for it. “You're laughing, you have to like it!”   

  Hojoon  

“Hojoonieeee!” You screamed and jumped onto his back. “Carry me! Carry meee!!” You demanded, giggling. Luckily, Hojoon caught you. While he was a bit confused, he had to chuckle at your actions, and just did what you wanted him to do. “What is this sudden attack on me?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “I just miss you~ And I love you. And I demand for you to carry me! C'mon, shorty!” Smiling, he started walking around the house with you on his back. This was such a random action, he did not expect that from you, your personality being everything but random, but he enjoyed the little moment. He felt so lucky to have you, so happy to be with you. This random outburst of energy you had transferred onto him, and he ran through the hallway, stopping in front of the stairs. “You think we can make it?” He asked you, challengingly. “Oh god, oh no!! Put me down, down, please!” You were still laughing, now slightly terrified, as you tried to get off his back, but he had his hands on your legs, holding you close to him, before he started to climb the stairs. Even he did not know that he was strong enough to pull this off... but with the power of love he could get up, climbing all the stairs to the heaven.... or just your bedroom.

Sangdo

He was still half asleep when he stepped out of bed that morning. You were an early bird, always waking up before him, but today was valentines day, and he had promised you to make you breakfast and treat you like a princess – even though he already did that, but to him, it wasn't enough. He sleepily walked towards the bathroom. As he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the digital clock on the wall, displaying that it currently was 5:28 am. Just seeing a time like this, moreover the fact that he was awake at a time like this, made him yawn. Maybe, he thought, maybe he could trick the system. He had an idea, maybe not the best idea, but it was 5 am, it seemed like a good idea to a sleepy man: while brushing his teeth, he just closed his eyes again, letting them go back to resting, even if the rest of his body had to be awake. The movements of his hand holding his toothbrush got slower, his mind was already sending him back to dream world, he was about to drift off to sleep again, when he felt your arms wrap around him from behind. He felt your chest against his back, your head finding its place on his shoulder. The touch itself scared him a bit, but the fact that it was you instantly calmed him down again. “Good morning,” he said, pouting, “why're you awake? Go back to bed.” He felt a bit sad, like he had failed his plan. “Come back with me then. It's too early for breakfast anyway.” Even you had to yawn. As much as he loved you, and as much as he had wanted to do this for you, your plan sounded like a way better idea, so you both headed off to bed again.

Nakta

“Cheollie?” You asked, dragging out his name as you pulled at the hem of his shirt. He looked back at you, smiling, as he already knew by the tone in your voice that you wanted something from him. “What is it, princess? You need something?”

“Well, you're very tall, and I'm very short. I've never seen the world from your angle, and I thought that that is very unfair.” He had to chuckle at that, he was sure that your cuteness would be the cause of his death. “That does seem pretty unfair. How, do you think, could we change that, and make you see the world from a different perspective?” You ended up, not 5 minutes later, on his back. He carried you around the house, running from room to room. Of course he tightly held your legs as well, to keep you from falling off. He laughed as you told him to go faster and faster; he loved how much fun he could have with you, just by doing theses simple, childish things.

Minsung

He was standing in the bedroom, the suitcase on the bed, and clothes all around him. Packing was the second hardest thing when preparing to leave for tour. He didn't know what he should pack, what he had packed already, what he might need. Did he pack too much? He was lost in thought, but feeling two strong arms wrap around his chest, followed by the feeling of another chest against his back brought him back. There it was. The nr. 1 hardest thing about leaving for tour. “I will miss you.” you mumbled. Even though your voice was muffled due to your face being pressed into his back, he could hear and understand you clearly. He sighed and looked down. It hurt him too. Every time this happened, his heart felt like someone put it in a vice and twisted it. Still, he couldn't show that. For once, and for you, he had to stay strong. Removing your arms from around him, he turned around and lifted you up into the air. You let out a squeal, but instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, where your arms had previously been, to keep you secure. Now that you were facing each other, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek. He smiled sweetly at you, and you couldn't help but smile back at his beautiful, precious face. Then, he brought your lips down onto your own, kissing you. While your lips were connected, Minsung walked with you closer to the bed, lying you down on it. His arms, now free again, roamed all over your body, saving the way your skin felt, the noises you made, the effect he had on you, for when he was gone.

B-Joo

He was outside, with the other members, when you came and joined them. “Kim Byungjoo!” You smirked at him, he already gulped, but got up anyway. He bowed slightly “At your service.” You giggled, but kept up the act. “I demand for you to carry me!!” the others just watched, most of them already used to you two being all silly with each other. A few seconds later, he was running along the pavement with you on his back, you spurring him on by laughing and kicking, gently, at his sides, as if he was a horse. Sangdo couldn't help but watch you and smile at how cute you two were. Byungjoo had so much fun doing things like this with you, he loved how free he felt with you. You were at the same level as he was, you'd always go along with his silly little jokes and other things, never judging him.

Xero

He was standing in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth. The bathroom was connected to your bedroom, so through the mirror, he could not only see his perfectly shaped, god given face, but also your sleeping figure. You were so adorable, so peaceful looking when you slept. It was quite the opposite from your state when you were awake. Jiho thought back about the first time he had seen you sleep, and how beautiful you looked back then. He couldn't believe that your beauty had only increased since then. Lost in thought, he didn't realise that you had woken up, and sleepily walked into the bathroom. As you wrapped your arms around him, mumbling something that sounded vaguely like 'good morning', he smiled even wider. His heart started pounding wildly in his chest, and he felt himself melt at your cuteness. You were probably still half asleep, because you never acted this cute, but he loved this moment. You were adorable, so much actually, that the toothpaste and saliva casually drooled out of his mouth while he was still in awe about you. It stained the floor and his pjs, a bit even got onto your hands, making you scream out in disgust. You hit him and yelled at him, already washing his spit off of your hands. There we have it, he thought, you went back to your old self.

A-Tom

With the toothbrush in his mouth, he moved the rest of his body, dancing, as he mumble-sang a random song. The foam was collecting inside of his mouth, especially since he produced and used up a lot of his saliva while singing, so he took the toothbrush out of his mouth and leaned down, ready to spit the white liquid into the sink, to flush it out of existence, when two arms wrapped around him from behind. This scared him so much that he choked for a second, coughing out the rest of the spit onto the mirror in front of the sink. “Yah! You're making a mess!” you giggled as you playfully yelled at him, and poked his sides. “You scared the crap out of me. You could've killed me. And then what would you do? Without your handsome, ever so lovely boyfriend?” He acted so offended, but then he had to smirk. “Dead by hugging. That doesn't sound like a bad way to go.” You didn't think much of it, just rolling your eyes at what he said, but he actually found it very cute that you craved being close to him, and craved his touch and his smell all the time, and so much, that you wanted to be around him even when he was doing little things, such as brushing his teeth.  

Yano

When you first wrapped your arms around him, he was a bit confused. It caught him off guard, as he didn't expect the sudden affectionate gesture from you. “I don't want you to go... can't you stay a little while longer?” you rested your head on his shoulder, a slight pout on your lips. He felt his heart, maybe even his whole soul melt at how cute and desperate you sounded. He thought twice about if it was really that important. “I promised Sangdo to be punctual this time.. I already came too late last time. I want to show him that I can be responsible.” You kept your arms around him, and now kissed his cheek cutely, begging him a thousand times to, please, just stay with you. Sangwon ended up giving into your wishes... spending his time with you always seemed like a great idea to him. He also just didn't want to get out of your grasp. He loved it when you hugged and held him like this. It made him feel so secure and loved, he could fully put down his guard and trust you with his life. And he really did. He trusted and loved you so much. With all the butterflies in his stomach, and all the clouds in his head, he couldn't think straight.. he needed you to take care of him.

[tweakerwolf]

Vincent Endings 6 + 12

two more easy ones to get, some copy/pasted elements from previous Vincent guides since I’m exhausted but I really want to post an ending XD This is one where you need to get Vincent to like you, so you can survive the fight with Farz so it’s mostly “safe”/good answers!

Bar:

Head to Route 66, and when you bump into Farz and he gets upset, tell him “Whatever” just to ruffle his feathers a bit before Vincent comes over. Like before, say “Thank you” (purple heart) and listen to his dirty flirt-talk (is it really flirting or just him being… Vincent? XD) before you -introduce yourself- and again asking “What does that mean?”(blue heart) when he says he isn’t nice. Despite being shy, call out “WAIT!” when he turns to walk away; he isn’t happy at first but then guesses that you want to leave with him and grins. He whisks you away to his place to have some rough sex (although he assures you he won’t snap your neck). But then he pulls out a knife… tell him to “Be careful” (jumps to green heart) since, those are pants that you spent money on, like hello! He chuckles and says he’ll buy you more and you two continue to go at it. Eventually you fall asleep and wake up in the morning; you continue to flirt a bit before you leave (he lets you wear his clothes!!! –heart eyes- and basically promises a second meeting) but then… it all goes to shit because you end up opening the wrong door and out falls a bloody skull (not super gory at all, all bone just tinged with red, no muscle or ‘meat’ hanging off it, nor actual dripping blood). Now that you’ve seen it… you can’t unsee it! So Vincent knocks you out and takes you to the bunker, because that’s about the reaction you can expect from a murderer (of sorts).

Bunker:

The screen is black and you’re immediately woken up by a kick from Vincent. He’s standing there shirtless and with a knife so you know how this is going to go already. You’re handcuffed to a radiator in a bunker and the man has a knife... He tells you that he’s got anger issues (rage meter is revealed, approx 1/5 full). He presses the knife into your neck, hard enough to cut into your skin. He wants your help solving his anger issues! Say “What do you want to do to me?” because that’s the safe answer (yellow heart) and we need to do everything to get him to like us. He says ‘nothing much’ and just that he’ll need your help soon. Then he grabs a bigger knife and starts to play with your foot. -let the timer run out- so his rage stays low and your health stay high then -beg- when given the option. Now you’ve got two cuts on your feet but at least he isn’t unhappy with you (heart is already up to orange for me, I am named Farz remember)! When the time comes -agree- to pee since he loves that (again, squick warning here!) You’re embarrassed and you don’t want him to watch but he absolutely insists, even going as far as removing your pants/underwear (dark orange heart)!!! He gets up close and personal as you start to go, eventually getting too excited for his own good. (warning, rape scene) He unzips his pants and forces himself inside of you despite you yelling out for him to stop. He doesn’t care that it hurts, in fact, he wants it to hurt because he likes when you cry (what a gentleman…). You grit your teeth until he finishes and surprisingly he offers to clean up the mess (pink heart), quickly mopping up the floor and then throwing a blanket over you. Then he leaves you alone to get some sleep…. at least you have a blanket…

Some time later you wake up, and despite the pain and injuries, you know you need to risk a peek around the bunker. -pull handcuffs- and take the risk; -pull three times- and escape! Head over to the table and grab a towel for your wrist, then -click the table- to check out what’s on it. -grab the key-  -grab the jerky- (does increase rage meter but it should be okay) and -click on the picture- so that way you can get back over to the radiator without hurting yourself and you have some health with the locker code saved for later. You don’t really need lower sanity so ignore the teeth, -click the back button- and then -go to sleep- you’ll need rest for tomorrow! You head over to the radiator and use the key to get back into the handcuffs pain-free, then hide the key under the radiator. You manage to get some sleep before Vincent comes back in. When he does come in, he instantly sees your injured wrist and demands an explanation- did you seriously get out of the cuffs and go exploring after everything that happened yesterday?! Nice! (rage increases though). He grabs a bottle of something and pours it over the wound, making you cry out in pain. You pull your arm away and he asks for it back. Ask him “What is that!?” because is he sure that’s a proper antiseptic?! He takes a few gulps and tells you that it’s Everclear. No wonder it burned so badly… Vincent wants you to loosen up, don’t you want some? No… not really. But that doesn’t matter. He forces you to drink some and before you can spit it out, he covers your mouth and tells you to swallow it. A wave of dizziness hits you and you fall to the floor, vomiting a moment later. Vincent frowns, he didn’t give you the alcohol just so you’d waste it! He presses your head onto the floor with his boot, ordering you to lick it up. (Squick warning until the end of the paragraph!!) Because he isn’t a man you want to mess with, -do it-, you have no idea what will happen if you refuse. You gently lick at the floor, trying not to think about what you’re doing. Vincent kneels down (red heart) and beckons you over; you crawl to him and he licks the rest of the vomit off of your lips. You grab onto him and kiss him, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He’s hungry for more, asking if you want to fuck. This time you’re up for it, you nod your head. Vincent lays you back and undoes his pants, not giving a crap about the vomit on the floor. He easily pushes into you since you aren’t resisting. He continues to thrust inside of you, biting your neck; you know that you shouldn’t be doing this but you aren’t going to stop.

It isn’t long before he’s coming inside you, then he gets up and starts pacing. You can tell he’s frustrated by something… you whimper and he looks at you, asking what your problem is. You return the question and he admits that he’s feeling pissed off and is trying to calm down. He doesn’t want to just rip you to pieces- you know he could do it. Don’t let that phase you though, -open your legs- as an invitation. Vincent is surprised, wanting to know just what you’re doing. Tell him that he can take his aggression out on you if he really needs to, it’s alright. He comes over and pushes you onto the floor, straddling you. You’re nervous but you assure him you can take it, even kisses his fist as he holds it out. He takes your word for it, punching you right in the face! Blood comes out of your nose but you know that he didn’t hit you full force, how nice of him. Next he gut-punches you and you gasp in pain. He can feel your legs shaking and guesses that you actually like it. You nod and you look at his crotch, seeing that he’s hard again. You ask if you can take care of it for him. Instead of answering, he reaches out and starts to choke you, curious as to why you think you can handle it. You want to try though! Not that he has any reason to trust you but he lets you! You don’t waste any time, undoing his pants and taking his cock in your mouth. He gets harder as you suck on him; he pushes his head down further, asking if that’s all you got (moon heart). You let him take control, moving you head as he sees fit. You choke and gag a bit but do your best to keep up a good rhythm while he forces your head down. It isn’t long before you feel something warm in your throat. He even cuddles you for a moment afterwards!

A loud banging interrupts the moment and Vincent frowns at the noise. He opens the door and there is the shorty from the bar! Vincent asks what he wants and Farz admits that he wants to fight you. He’s pretty sure that he can beat you and Vincent eventually relents, if Farz wants to, whatever… He hands you a knife. -Take the knife- because Farz obviously isn’t going to back down and you don’t want to face him completely defenseless. -Defend yourself- because after all the shit you’ve been through with Vincent, you aren’t going to let this other guy kill you! Farz jumps into the fight but you do have the knife and you cut him despite him headbutting you. You stab him in the side and yank on the blade... Farz collapses on top of you. Vincent is shocked and a little tore up about it... he picks up the body and just leaves. You fall asleep trying to not think about what you just did.

You come to some time later, still alone. But you have the key so you’re going to explore again! -Look at the weapons locker- and enter in the number 8590 to open the door- what can we find?! Ooooh a shotgun! You’re kinda unsure about it since... shotguns do A LOT of damage, that’s the whole point of them during close-range encounters, could you really? You hear the heavy door start to open and you don’t have time to think about it, you shut the locker and hurry back to your spot on the floor. Vincent steps closer and you focus on the gun behind your back.

Ending 6:

Maybe you can get away with just scaring him into letting you go. -Threaten him- to get your way! When you aim at him, he tells you to wait a second (well he yells) and to drop it. Surprisingly you do, lowering it enough that he feels safe enough to grab at the barrel. He says that you must be a fucking idiot, why would he keep a shotgun filled with something that could kill him in his bunker where his victims stay?! He pulls the weapon from your hands and jabs you in the chest with it. You stumble backwards, coughing, before he shoots you in the leg. You scream and fall to the ground- apparently the shells are filled with bird shot and he uses it for teaching people lessons. He steps on your wounded leg, boot grinding into your torn flesh. When you whimper, he tells you to open your mouth. You start to apologize but he isn’t having it, just yelling at you to open your mouth. You do as he says and he shoves the barrel into your mouth, ordering you to suck on it as he thrusts it in and out. You gag as he pushes it further down your throat but you try to do your best. He presses down on your leg again and shoves the gun into your throat; the taste of the gunpowder, the pain... you throw up into the gun while Vincent just laughs. If that’s all you got then you’re pathetic. He pulls the trigger, tearing open the back of your throat. Before you die, Vincent comments about how he was starting to like you... Died- You gave up your gun.

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Ending 12:

Decide to go through with it, -shoot Vincent-, aiming the gun at him as you stand. His eye widens and he tries to talk you down but you’ve braced yourself for the outcome and there is no going back now! Cut him off mid-sentence by pulling the trigger; since he’s so close and you have a shotgun, you get him right in the chest. Vincent is knocked to the ground but it’s not over yet. Everyone knows that’s it’s good policy to ensure death, haven’t the movies taught you that?! You step closer, preparing to shoot him in the head but Vincent reacts quickly, snatching the gun away before you can shot again... shit. He smashes the butt of the gun into your face as he snarls about how he was trying to tell you... He pulls the small lead balls out of his chest, standing over you. Suddenly he stomps down on your leg, just full of rage now, and you feel (and hear) your bone snap. Birdshot can’t kill him, he’s not human! Oh... ooooooooh.... fuck. He points the shotgun and blasts a shot at your unborken leg. You scream in pain and he puts his boot in your mouth, commenting about how it’s good for target practice (and torture). Then he stomps down on your jaw, cracking it, then your throat. Died- You couldn’t kill him.

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There’s a number of things that get passed around about firearms, even among shooters, that bear some consideration. Some of them truly deserve their own articles, but meantime, here’s a few that I hear and see pretty regularly passed around on the range, in gun stores, on forums, and in articles and videos.

Brandishing A Gun Scares Off Bad Guys

I tend to brush off legalities of self-defense, because if I’m pulling a gun, it’s the potential of life or death anyway and I’m willing to face repercussions – as well as potential retribution attempts from the deceased’s family/friends/community.

However, for those who like the “flash it” theory of scaring off would-be thieves or possible assailants, do be aware that in some jurisdictions, it’s illegal. In some, without actual threat of violence predicating it, it’s considered assault with a deadly weapon.

As far as the sound of a pump gun or facing a gaping maw sending bad guys running in fear … don’t count on it.

Before we pull a gun, we need to be ready to use it. If it’s not worth killing or dying over – killing, because “shoot to wound” is another fallacy – that gun needs to stay in our holster, vehicle, closet, etc.

When we pull a gun, or even print or gesture a willingness to shoot, we have just escalated the level of violence.

This puts whoever we’re facing in a high-level threat situation. There are three responses to threats: Fight, Flight, & Freeze.

Only one of those three actually leads to a result we want if we’re trying to scare our bad guy into leaving.

Not myth. Not supposition. Not conjecture. Not projecting. For-real 100% documented solid fact: “Fight” is a common response when people feel threatened, whether they “deserve it” or not.

It’s why higher-level defensive shooting training actually includes retention and disarming tactics. It’s also why the upper-level daily gun-toting professionals spend so much time learning to de-escalate a situation, and avoid escalations in threat – even in the military.

There’s not really much statistical chance you actually land on the loaded cartridge in Russian Roulette. Most of us still wouldn’t risk it.

Don’t risk it by counting on a show of force dispelling trouble, either.

Pulling or intentionally drawing attention to a firearm should be a last resort.

It should never be done with the expectation that it will scare somebody away and that will be that, all done, no bloodshed or screaming today.

If you’re not willing to kill or be killed, and willing to expose family and bystanders to crossfire, right then, over whatever the (possible) offense is, leave it be.

(Same goes for loading a gun with rock salt, powder bombs, bean bags, blanks, rubber bullets/shot, etc. We have to be able and willing to back it up, or we need to leave it alone.)

Preppers Must Get A Battle Rifle … and, Soon/Early

Only if you’re planning to ride into battle. Even then, only if the most-likely scenarios are already covered.

For many, a defensive pistol is likely to be more practical and thus a higher priority. We’re more likely to have it on us, every day or End of Days, because it’s lighter, smaller, and easier to carry and work while carrying.

If it’s not on us when we need it, whatever we’re doing, wherever we are, we might as well spend the money and skills development elsewhere.

A shotgun is another practical option, every day or End of Days, for home defense, walking into the wilds if that’s the plan, urban combat, property defense, and a wide range of hunting possibilities even with a shorty designed for working corners and close quarters.

If we do feel like a battle rifle is a biggie, try to get one with the accuracy to cross purpose into hunting, whether it’s new high-speed poly or an old surplus we can hack and chop to 1/2 or 2/3 the weight.

Some of the hunting rifles (and surplus bolt guns) have reasonable conversions to detachable mags and extended mags, and can fill a lot of the battle rifle roles if we really want to go that road.

Women & Small People Should Get 20-gauge Shotguns

Not necessarily. A shotgun’s action type and weight, the specific model and even era/age of that model, and the shell(s) loaded are going to play equal or bigger roles in experienced recoil.

My 1960-1970’s and 2010 break-action 20-gauges feel the exact same as my 12-gauge 1931 Model 97 and 1980’s 870 and my nephew’s 2015 Maverick. My 12-gauge 1990’s-2000’s Nova shoots lighter than any of them for bird shot, but with goose, buck, or slug loads – big grrrr-girl or not – oh, ow.

I’ve played on other people’s much more expensive auto loaders 12-gauges that feel like total whispers even with those goose and buck loads and slugs, and others that are so light they go back to the “hell no” of the Nova and ’97.

The tradeoff in shell variety, pellets-per-shell, range, and sourcing easy-to-upgrade platforms outweighs the differences for most adults.

We can have stocks fitted with pads, weigh stocks with lead shot or fishing weights, and choose lower-recoil shells to reduce experienced recoil. There are some particularly slim, petite people who would still do better with a child’s model in 20-ga., but if it’s at all manageable, the 12-gauge is a better choice.

(This lady breaks down action selection really well here http://norcalcazadora.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-choose-shotgun-for-hunting.html, and is also a proponent of 12’s for women, which she details elsewhere.)

Revolvers Are Safer/Better For Self-Defense Carry Than Semi-autos

There’s numerous arguments to this theme.

One is that because you have to cock the hammer of a revolver, it’s less likely to be fired accidentally/prematurely – as opposed to “just” pulling the trigger for a pistol.

I assume the ones who propose such have never heard of double-action revolvers or considered the possibility of an exposed/external hammer being cocked by a scuffle or by clothing or hands in the draw phase.

(A gun is a gun is a gun and should be handled and treated with respect – if only two rules are followed, there would never be an accidental shooting.)

A second is that a revolver is faster/easier to deploy in self-defense because you have to work the slide of a semi-auto.

That threw me for a while. Turns out, it stems from an apparently not-uncommon resistance to holstering a pistol that is ready to fire. That’s a training and familiarity issue, and ignores the many CCW/W&C civilians, security guards, cops, and military who do it daily with no issues.

It also ignores the possibility of holstering a ready-to-use double-action revolver.

If you’re not ready (read: comfortable enough) to carry hot, you’re not ready to carry in public, period. Train to build the confidence in safe handling.

There’s also a few that stem from the likelihood of mechanical failures, particularly in cold weather.

Since Arctic Circle cops and military keep semi-autos working in some seriously gnarly conditions, we can pretty well write off the latter.

The former is, actually, more of a risk. The more moving parts something has, the more likely it is to have a failure in one of those parts.

On the other hand, if your firearm is (reasonably) clean, checked for wear – just like we should be checking springs and pins in our revolvers – and you’re using the usual ammo (1911s, .22LRs), you should be okay.

It’s only “more” of a risk, not “risky”. We also risk more driving to work in the fog and super bright days than “normal” days, and buying supermarket greens instead of growing our own.

*I in no way hate revolvers and think they actually have some specific better-best circumstances … just not safety or reliability vs. semis.

Persisting Myths

These are just a few of the most common and most persistent “truths” that get passed around.

One of my other absolute favorites is that modern revolvers should still sit on an empty chamber (there’s a safety bar to prevent dropping/slapping causing the hammer to send the firing pin forward). The newly spreading insistence that every gun should “fit” each shooter is another head-scratcher, given how many of us own a standard-stock 10/22s, served with fixed-stock rifles (and still do), and swap or inherited firearms that perform well.

I also love the apparent belief that at household distances shotguns never miss, and the near-on “one shot one kill” mental image so many ascribe to combat and defensive situations (versus police hit rates of <50% and the averages of 10 K to 250 K shots fired per each enemy KIA in various modern war eras and guerrilla actions).

There are plenty of others out there. I’d rather not get into the political-oriented idiocies or caliber debates, but if you have a favorite myth that involves ownership, use, and safety, feel free to throw it in the comments.

It won’t step on my toes at all – I’d far rather have mistruths dispelled than have them linger.

If you have a question about some truth that gets passed around about firearms, throw that in the ring, too. You are almost assuredly not the only one with that question.

And I promise you, bottom of my heart, from behind the counter and standing in front of classes, unless you start with “but I…” and get “Red Dawn” and “Call of Duty” in the same sentence, it is not even in the running for the most ridiculous legitimate question ever heard. Promise.

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Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 4287

Summary: "That’s not funny,“ Eugene bit out, searching through the shells frantically. "Cass, there has to be- we have to turn her back, now.”

(Or an alternate ending to Freebird.)

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Note: Shorty laying an egg in Freebird broke me so this is my attempt to fix it… I hope you’ll like it!

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