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bts5sosempire · 3 years ago

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as yours (v); human layers

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,324

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, comedy(?), a hint of violence, college au, mention of gang fighting/ involvement, a sprinkle of angst (future updates), idk what I might miss, cursing and swearing, just sukuna being a simp

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "as a child, you have harbor a massive crush on Itadori Yuji; it wasn't until that college happened you dared to ask him. Trying to give him a letter, the one who you ended up giving to was no other than his no-good twin brother, Sukuna Ryomen."

chapter 4 ✿ chapter 6

'Oh shit, fuck me.'

You curse out in your head. Maki wasn't joking when she said the twins had it out for you. First, you avoided Yuji like the plague when he and Shimei were in your line of sight, and now it's Sukuna's turn. You felt like a terrified child about to get a seasonal ass-whooping for doing something they're not supposed to.

Your life undoubtedly fits the part of living in a Romance or Shoujo genre now, but all that's missing is you sitting by the window as the main protagonist. Fate sure does have its way of kicking you down on its flight of stairs. And you're still tumbling for the most part.

"Little Spitfire," Sukuna tut your nickname in mock disapproval; he has entrapped in his arms in an empty hallway, both hands planted firmly against the wall with your head in between. Like a deer in headlights, your heart hammers in your chest like a hummingbird; you didn't expect to be caught and whisked away alone on your trip to the bathroom during lunch break. "I am disappointed in you; with you ignoring me for days like I'm not important, it will start to hurt my feelings."

Quickly fixing your alarm face, you can't help but be in the automatic response. "Not even my parents give me that high hopes, so don't get yours up. When are you known to have feelings?"

"There it is," Sukuna cooed. His lips quirk upwards, "I did say I had feelings for you previously." With Sukuna inching his face closer to you, you weren't going to have it, so you rapidly slid down against the wall to avoid his proximity and whipped out to escape on the right under his arm, but his reaction was far faster than yours. Sukuna had successfully held you in place again, but you are stuck in a squat position with him. "Don't start ignoring my confession now, Little Spitfire, or you might start giving me ideas on how to tie you down so you can listen to me."

Feeling very unamused that you couldn't make your grand escape, you were very still and complacent to Sukuna's. Clicking your tongue, you didn't look at him but off to the side. "Hurry up then," you usher him.

"Now that's a good girl." Sukuna pats your head like a child, and you are sulking. The flicker of soft and mellow looks he gives you went unnoticed. The ungraceful scowl on your lips and close-knitted brows made you all adorable to him. A blooming feeling of warmth nestles in the center of his chest. The first time he felt it, it was uncomfortable for him, but then Sukuna got used to it as it continued to grow with time. "Maybe it was a bad idea to spring my feelings towards you," He gentles his voice, unlike his aggravating one.

'This can't be the same guy?' You question the sudden change in attitude, but this is Sukuna we're talking about. Still being quiet, you side-eye the man to go on.

Sukuna: "But if I didn't say it, I'll probably regret it."

'Well struck me, Almighty God.' If this was scripted, you're waiting for him to break the ice. But it's not, as this is the most tender he could've been without going on toes with you. "Then why are you always picking fights with me?" You genuinely ask him, face losing the frown and all.

Sukuna: "Attention."

You: "Attention?"

Sukuna: "Since it's the only way you'll look at me."

You'll be damn, for ONCE having a normal conversation with Sukuna. Did you blink and die on the spot that you're in heaven or possibly in hell now? Or did you fall into a parallel world? First, it's consistently upping at each other throats, then for him to start spilling himself out like a stream. "What about Yuji? You're always mean to him." Like you hit a sore topic, you could imagine the visible mark of an irk on his head. Sukuna uncharacteristically starts to be bashful in front of you. Wow, you are probably transported to another universe. Who is standing in front of you right now?

"You're always so clingy to him, and he always has something that I didn't," Sukuna confesses.

You: "And that is?"

Sukuna: "You, of course."

"Oh, you must be fucking with me?" Disbelief flew inside you; you should've known! But what he said next almost made you wish you could renounce your shock back.

"I wouldn't mind fucking you." Sukuna teases out.

You were buzzed after lunch with thoughts; zoning out seems like your new norm. You've been gone for almost the remainder of lunch break and only to return the last five minutes to eat your food quietly. Your friend group watches you deep in thought before you burst out into a frustrated scream (shocking them) and then shake the nearest person next to you, which was poor Megumi. "He can't just say that and leave me feeling conflicted!" Gritting your teeth, you replay the last half of the conversation inside your head.

["As I said before, I was a bit hasty with my feelings, but I'm not taking it back since it would be a waste of time. I'll ask you to be my girlfriend properly next time when I start making you fall for me." Sukuna declared, quickly taking advantage of your bamboozled state and giving you a peck on the forehead, which snaps you back to reality quite fast.

Sukuna pushes himself from against the wall and the squat position with a satisfied look; you were trying to muster some insult to him, but in the end, it failed to be created, and the feeling of heat starts to creep up on your ears. Pushing the man away, you run away like a track star, not before placing a hand to where Sukuna kiss with now full-blown blushing adorning your face.

'T-That asshole!' The feeling where his lips linger indirectly embedded like a virus into your brain.

Sukuna waited till you left out of sight; he still had that accomplished expression, but a blissful smile of happiness now accompanies it. "Cute as always." He said to himself.]

Releasing the poor boy, you took a deep breath and told yourself with pep talks to be calm and patient. Your group of friends continues to observe your chaotic mood. Which twins took you on a wild ride this time?

"Life must be hard for you (Name)," Panda gives you a head pat across the table.

"When is it not? But anyway, listen," getting started on the tea, you told them what happened but left essential details on Sukuna's softness and the confession. Everyone's expression varied, and you kept saying, 'I told you so!' when there weren't some parts they weren't expecting.

Maki: "Man is down bad."

Nobara: "Madly."

Megumi: "Horrendously."

Inunaki: "Salmon."

Panda: "Sukuna is known to be good at keeping his promise; I wish you the best of luck (Name)."

You: "You talk as if I'm going to die."

Panda: "Don't forget about his fangirls."

You: "Fuck me."

"(Name)! You have a guest!" It was tomorrow, Saturday evening when your mother called you from downstairs, and you responded with a shout that you'll be there in a second.

Going down the stairs, you were greeted at the sight of pink hair, and this time it was not Yuji. But it's Sukuna. Perch on his lap was Haruna, who excitedly talked his ears off animatedly, and Sukuna actively entertained her too. This is the first time you've seen him step inside your house. Typically when Sukuna was a child, he was stubborn about coming inside and insisted that he had better things to do than playing with 'losers' (you and Yuji) and starting his expedition once your parents were out of earshot. You were surprised that they never caught him going on his own or that Sukuna has a scary accurate returning time.

"What Hell did you crawl out of?" You give him a look of repugnant.

"Is it wrong for me to miss you this early?" He counters back, giving you sad puppy dog eyes. But his attention was back on to your little sister, who was trying to stuff his mouth with plastic toy broccoli. Sukuna pretends to be handy on it.

Panda wasn't joking when he said that Sukuna would go to the moon and back with his promise. And he is showing it.

You: "You just cornered me less than a day ago."

Sukuna: "That was 24 hours ago."

You: "Why are you holding my little sister hostage?"

Sukuna: "I'm not holding her hostage when she came to me willingly. Plus, it's not a bad idea to have her attached to me so I can have a reason to come here every day."

You: "Disgusting."

"Please make yourself at home," your mother came out of the kitchen with refreshments. She set up a plate of neatly made sandwiches in front of him with a glass of orange juice. "You're just as handsome as Yuji but have a much more mature look." Your mother has sparkles in her eyes as she eyes Sukuna. If anything your mother likes is setting you up for blind dates and good-looking people.

With a compliment thrown his way, Sukuna graciously accepted it with a charming smile. "You flatter me, Mrs. (Surname)."

"Such a nice temper, gentleman, say," your mother clasps her hands together. 'Here we go.' You thought with disdain. "Are you single, perhaps? I find it hard for you to stay alone long." This was your mother's way of dominating the conversation and getting all the details since she has a timid disposition that people can't refuse her. Simply put, she can be sly when she wants to be.

"I'm not seeing anyone right now, but I am interested in someone." Sukuna didn't hesitate to answer her, and much to your mother's delight, she didn't notice how Sukuna eyed you briefly in his peripheral view. But you indeed did.

"Interesting, are you perhaps like to join my family for dinner?" She suddenly asks.

You: "Mom, he's busy!"

Sukuna: "I would love to."

Sukuna and you both said in sync, and you swear you saw your mother give you a chastise look with just a glance just got it to revert to her motherly visage. "Then I'll get started on dinner," your mother turns to you, "(Name) be a dear and help our guest out if needed."

When she's out of sight, you give Sukuna the most deadpanned look you could muster, "You're so insufferable."

"Don't be mad at me for establishing good connections with your mother, Little Spitfire," he then set Haruna aside, who wasn't too bothered when she got his hoodie strings to make loops with. "Why don't we try establishing one right now too? We did it once in the hallway; we could do it again."

The memory of yesterday was still freshly baked inside your mind, and your face heats up upon the notion of remembering every detail. "In your dreams!" You shout, tossing a couch pillow at him. It smacks him in the face, but it wasn't effective much.

Sukuna stares at the now pillow discarded to the floor. "Oh, are you blushing? Do you like fighting dirty too? I didn't take you to be one. Don't worry; I find it quite hot and attractive." Sukuna thought that if you were going to get rid of him, he wouldn't go quickly because not when you were the center of his attention now. Plus, he learned how Haruna is easily attached to him, so going would also make her cry.

A phone buzzes a few times in Sukuna's pants, and he fishes it out.

[Uraume: You're needed. Asap. -sent: 7:36 pm]

With a quick read, he pocketed it away and thought it was bothersome. "I just can't catch a break." He mutters under his breath. "Well, today is your lucky day, Little Spitfire; I won't be joining your family for dinner."

You: "Say what?"

Sukuna: "Awe? Already missing me?"

You: "No, you had me when you said you won't be joining."

Haruna noticed that Sukuna was getting up, and her big glossy eyes were already ready to burst. She always thought that people getting up indicates that they're leaving or leaving her behind; she's not always right about the situation, but also not wrong either. "You said we would play House, and you would be my husband." She finally bawls out; Sukuna quickly assesses the problem, hush her up with a pinky promise that he will return and play with her and bring her a stuffed unicorn next time.

"Did Sukuna already leave?" Your mother pops her head into the living room, re-tying her cottage core apron style.

You: "He left ten minutes ago, saying he had an emergency."

Mother: "That's unexpected, but I hope you were nice to him."

You: "You think I wasn't?"

Mother: "I'm sure you were, well, not entirely. but anyway, I wouldn't mind you dating Sukuna; he seems like a nice lad like Yuji."

You: "Haha, no. Only, you would think he's bachelor material."

Sukuna stops at an abandoned warehouse; he creaks the door open and sees Uraume waiting for his arrival. And not far from Uraume was a person sitting in a chair under a ceiling light, tied up with a rope and a rice sack over their head.

"Majima," Sukuna teasing and light tone from before drips dangerously low, "you should know better than double-cross me." If it were possible to see Sukuna's blood-red eyes glow in the dark, you would've seen how eerily and sadistic it is. "Now, let's see how long you'll last for being a tattle-tale." With hollow and slow steps, they were the time of impending doom for Majima; fate was about to occur to him.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #Sukuna Ryoumen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nobara #jujutsu nobara #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #masterlist #will add more later #sukuna #jjk x y/n

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solcheeky · 4 years ago

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our secret

summary: fratboy!donghyuck turns paperboy! when he needs some extra money for college stuff like textbooks. he thinks delivering way outside of campus will save face from being a measly paperboy, but little does he know, the front yard light he hits (and breaks) belongs to his significantly well off classmate... (3k)

warnings: strong language here and there genre: enemies to ..friends? a/n: I’ve merged these two requests together! meaning I have and haven’t included aspects of each, hope that’s okay! (2021 edit: hi I found this in my drafts from last year and idk why I never posted it so yeah, here we go)

“You’re late.” Your professor calls out as Donghyuck fails to sneak into lecture hall unnoticed

You sigh, you’d think he’d at least look ashamed to step foot into class at such a late time

You suppose with Lee Donghyuck, things were always different

The boy winces comically, inhaling between his teeth brazenly, and students stifle their laughter

Then with a simple raise of his hand, he gestures a flimsy ‘my bad’ and a ‘continue, continue’ before charmingly wiping the sweat off his brow and sitting in the empty seat saved by his friends

The professor frowns, “you’re late.” He repeats as if to encourage the young rebel to at least say something

“I’m Haechan,” the rebel says under his breath, flopping his backpack onto the desk, “not ‘late’” a sarcastic smile stretching his lips as his friends snicker at his dumb joke

You roll your eyes, he was unbelievable.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” The professor claps his hands. “And Mr. Late,” he emphasizes, “don’t think you’re getting away with anything.”

So he drops it on him like a bomb: “For the rest of this week, meet me in the office an hour before classes start.”

The grin on Donghyuck’s face immediately wipes off his face and his heart drops to his stomach

“Prof!” He whines back

Karma, you think. That’s what he gets for being so up his own ass

It wouldn’t kill him to wake up a little bit earlier. He relied so much on his ‘so loveable’ personality and popularity, you couldn’t stand it

If you even attempted to do half the things he got away with, you’d be expelled by now

You drop your pen and lean back into your seat with a sigh, you had no choice but to sit back and watch him waste valuable lesson time over this insolence

“You can’t do that!” Seriously, Donghyuck would do anything else other than doing extra hours in the morning

“And you can’t be late to my lectures all the time. What are you not getting here Mr. Late?”

“But I can’t.” Donghyuck immediately regrets saying that out loud like that; the vulnerability in his voice a little too close to home

“And, why not?” Your professor bounces back thankfully brushing past the genuine desperation in his students voice

The reason why not was something ‘Lee Haechan’ couldn’t say out loud. If he did, he’d lose everything

So instead, he sticks with his usual tongue-in-cheek mannerism, “because I don’t want to.”—A sneaky beat around the bush on his part because, little did everyone know, Lee Haechan, the star player and everyone’s favorite goofball, was a measly paperboy

Why?

Because he was dumb broke.

It was a job that required him waking up extra early to race around neighborhoods on his bike, something he had to do regardless rain or sun just tossing as many papers onto people's front porches,

Something he already was finding so much of a difficulty doing: racing to class and acting as if his muscles weren’t burning or the fabric under is backpack wasn’t drenched in sweat

But now this ‘meet me in the office an hour earlier than classes start’ bullshit

That would mean he’d have to wake up even earlier than he already did!

“Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to, you’re going to.” Is the last thing your professor says on that topic before swiftly moving on.

Oh to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, is what he always thinks as he cycles his rounds in the wealthy neighborhood

If there was one thing he didn’t have, it was this.

He looks at the blaringly affluent homes that surrounded him and heaves another sigh, the same road he rides every morning (and now this extra early morning) effortlessly reminding him of how absolutely poor his ass was

Grumbling under his breath in a tantrum about his professor in his head, he angrily hurls newspapers onto doorsteps

It was the fact that he had to deal with this at ungodly hours in the morning—as if this job wasn’t already enough

Donghyuck frustratedly hurls another newspaper, but this time around, it shoots straight into someone's front garden post light, knocking it over and completely disrupting the perfect order in which the other trail of foot lights were set in

What the heck?

Immediately, he hits the breaks, his tires screeching loudly in the quietness of the early morning

Profanities frantically leave his lips as he hurriedly drops his bike onto the sidewalk in a clatter, and runs ahead to see the damage he’s made

The lamp was perfectly struck to its side.

Well, that’s just great—he can’t afford college textbooks let alone the broken path lamp on some rich persons lawn

So, his first thoughts are to pull it back into the place, completely irrational, but it’s the only thing that runs through his mind when he’s on a time crunch to get off private property

Except, the damn thing is stuck; literally cemented into this lopsided tilt

Man, Donghyuck swears he could tug all day and it wouldn’t get back into place

It was like the universe was having fun being against him

You, on the other hand, were watching this boy struggle to fix your light back into place from the comfort of your window.

He looked ridiculously cute trying to tug that lamp back into place, curled almost into a ball in the middle of your lawn, his eyebrows sewn into a line of frustration and lips pursed

You knew he was your paperboy from the start of his laborious cycling trips, but did Donghyuck know he was delivering papers to his very own classmate every morning?

You guess not.

...Until now

You knock three times from behind the glass, successfully capturing the boy's attention before mouthing, “what are you doing?”

The agitation on his features drops and immediately his eyes widen at your familiar face

Except, he isn’t given much time to reply before the lamp between his fingers gives in to his weight and recoils back smacking him right in the nose

“Holy shit!” You forget you’re only in socks when you open your front door and race towards him

Donghyuck automatically drops the (now broken) piece of your lawn to cup his bruising face

“Ah- Fucking shit- Ow!” He bends forwards on his knees into the grass, forehead pressing into your lawn before he rocks back up again to scrunch a deep frown up towards the sky. “Jesus-”

“Are you okay?!” Dropping to your knees, you place a cautious hand to his back

“Yes.” He groans into his palms, rocking back down towards the grass again

He definitely wasn’t.

But he needed to get out of there quick; there’s no way he’d let you recognize him

Yeah, you weren’t that stupid.

“Let me see,” you carefully bring him up by his shoulders, your head leaning down towards his to see the damage

“No- Ow! Crap-”

“You’re bleeding!” You try to pry at his wrists but he rips away from your hands

That’s when Donghyuck finally looks up to scowl at you; a frown stitched hard into into his forehead, eyes watering, hair all ruffled, but most alarmingly—a scarlet ribbon of blood running down his wrists

“I’m okay.” He muffles into his hands.

And wow did he look like an idiot.

“Sorry about your-”

“Jesus Hyuck, you’re not fooling anyone.”

The boy visibly stiffens at your choice of his name

“Haechan.” You quickly correct yourself

He gulps

You glance away

“Let’s just put an ice-pack on that.” Then you’re dragging him into your house

“Quit moving!” You dab a wet cloth across the cut above Donghyuck’s lip

“Well, it hurts.” He tries to complain without moving his mouth too much

You purse your lips and Donghyuck attempts to adjust the ice pack on his nose despite your warning

With a sigh, you take his wrist and bring his arm down to his lap, “Hyuck, if you keep-” you feel him stiffen under your touch. “Haechan.” You keep doing that. “Sorry.”

He just diverts his eyes elsewhere and mumbles, “It’s whatever.” under his breath

So, you bring your attention back to cleaning his cut, your cheeks heating up at the thought of how much of a creep you probably were by calling him by his old name

“I’m-”

“Y/n.” His voice was a little clearer this time, a soft frown on his face, “I remember.”

He kind of wished you didn’t though. This was so embarrassing.

You pull the cloth away from his reddening cheeks, that annoyed flustered look on his face pulling at the nostalgia in you

It was only natural to call him ‘Hyuck’ because you had been going to the same school as him for years

Ever since you were kids, through highschool and now somehow, still impossibly in college, you’ve been with him

You almost had every class with the loud idiot back when he was still ‘Donghyuck’

For as long as you could remember, he had always been the center of gravity in every class, his punchy personality and almost too friendly way of speaking easily giving him the ‘popular’ tag

It made you have a bit of a crush on him when you were younger, but who didn’t?

Now, you found him irritating.

The only thought you had about him consisted of wishing he’d stop using his status to his advantage and just come to class right instead of wasting your lesson time

“Can I ask you something?” He dodges your hand for a second, eyes looking down as if to hide away his embarrassment

“Sure,” you naturally reach forward again to dab his cut, but he stops you at the wrist

“Can you,” you lift your focus away from his lip to the slight grimace on his face, “not tell anyone about this?”

You blink at him, and a muscle works in his jaw

“Seriously, people can’t know about this.”

But you simply pull your wrist out of his grip and go back to tending to his wound

You hadn’t told anyone since you’d found he was your paperboy, and that was weeks ago. So why was he so worked up?

Hadn’t the situation already called for it anyway? Who in their right mind would tell anyone after this? For you, it was obviously common courtesy

But before you can reply, he tilts his face into your line of vision. “Are you listening to me?” The frown on his face deepens and he instantly brings the ice pack in this hand over his face at the sudden pain through his nose

That attitude of his easily drove you crazy.

“That was a stupid question.” You give up on cleaning the blood on his lip and push the ice-pack deeper into his face, “if you used that stupid, egotistical brain of yours-”

“Ah! Ow- Ooow-”

“Maybe you’d realize I’ve never told anyone about your paper rounds before.”

“Ow!” He wrenches away from your frustrated grip, the look on his face just as annoyed as you. “You’re going to break my nose!”

“You broke my yard lamp!”

He looks at you with a huff; a slight puff to his reddened cheeks, furrowed brows and tears ever so slightly brimming his eyes

If that lamp didn’t cost about five times the price of his bike he’d say something back.

You easily read that off his expression

“You don’t have to pay for it.” You start to pack up the first-aid kit you’d opened up on your coffee table just to not look at him in the eyes when you say that

As much as he irritated you, you weren’t that petty

“Really?” The genuine doubt in his face relaxing the annoyance in you a little

“Yeah.” Money wasn’t a problem for you, it was his attitude

But the casualness Donghyuck catches in your tone reminds him of the starkly different worlds you live in

So he musters it up within himself to at least show some kind of gratitude, “...Thanks.”

And it’s almost inaudible when he says it under his breath like that

But you catch it as you pull a bandaid out of the box before you close it

“On one condition.” You turn to look at him dead in the eyes.

One of his brows slightly quirk up in interest

“Hand.”

He opens his palm to you and you purposely slap the bandaid into it.

“Stop coming late to class, you’re wasting everyone's time.”

Instantly, his jaw goes slack.

Unable to say anything he stares as you rise from your seat in content, first aid kit in hand, before walking behind the sofa towards the kitchen

You didn’t have to say it like that.

He swings an elbow over the back of the couch, “Sorry for bringing you the paper every morning!” Maybe he was a little offended

You turn on your heels to face him, noticing the bandaid now crushed in the fist of the hand he had over the couch and ice-pack abandoned on the coffee table (the full glory of his bruising nose and cut lip on show)

“I said ‘don’t be late’ not ‘don’t bring me the paper’.” Then you disappear into the kitchen.

Donghyuck has to close his eyes for a second, exhaling a frustrated sigh before standing up in a huff and following your footsteps.

How could you say something so insensitive? Yeah, maybe he broke your lamp or whatever, but he tried to fix it!

And sure, he was sort of bleeding over your couch and used your ice pack, but he totally said thanks

“That’s just- You’re so,” He’s standing at the doorway by the time you’re done, bandaid still stuck in the frustrated grip of his hand

“So what, Hyuck?”

Seeing the all star, team favorite class clown crumble at the simple play of his old nickname made something in your stirr

“Insufferable.”

You? Your lips turn up in amusement. He was the insufferable one, you almost scoff

“You and your big house, fancy first aid kit, stupid lamps on your lawn,” he takes a bold step forward at every reason until he’s one step to being chest to chest, “I’m just trying to do my job, and go to class.”

You look at him straight in the eyes. “Well, you’re hardly succeeding at either of those.”

You...

Donghyuck runs his tongue across his inner cheek before biting down on his bottom lip in a brazen attempt to act unfazed by that fatal side comment

A coppery, metal taste pricks his tongue, and he realizes he’s reopened up the cut on his lip again

But that was the least of his worries. You had no idea what it was like being broke. If there was anything he didn’t have, it was everything you did. You probably couldn’t even fathom the type of shit he’s had to go through and even more so: hide.

The way you acted as if his biggest problem in life was as easy as brushing the dust of his shoulder just pissed him off.

“Have you ever thought of waking up earlier?”

Ah, there it was again, Donghyuck wants to roll his eyes

“I sleep late.” He says dryly.

“Then sleep earlier.”

“I have other shit to do, like study.”

“Then, manage your time better.” If he really wanted to ‘do his job’ and ‘get to class’, he could’ve done it by now.

He was always messing about with friends and organizing parties, stories spread around like wildfire on campus about the things he occupied himself with other than ‘having shit to do like studying’, you weren’t stupid

It was by the end of high school, when you began to see him as a person who valued himself with the amount of friends knew or the amount of partying he did

And at first you were mad that he had the things you never did, but seeing him easily get washed up by it all made you think maybe you didn’t need what he had

Now you figure his ego was so far up his ass he couldn’t even sit right—that’s probably why he couldn’t cycle to class on time

“And don’t use your bike, you’re clearly slow on it.” You tack on.

“I don’t even have a car!” He snaps back

He made you want to pull out your own hair. “Jeez, first this, then that, god Hyuck, you keep-”

“You say that as if it were so easy,” his words overlapping yours as you continue

“-making up so much bullshit because the only thing you really put effort into is your image,” Your words running over his too.

“-if I could get a car, don’t you think I’d have one already?”

“Then I’ll just take you!” That puts both of you to a stop.

“So, quit giving me stupid excuses to ruin my lectures every day.” If the things money could buy were what he needed, you had it

You snatch the bandaid out of his fist, rip it open and harshly stick it across his bottom lip. It was annoying to see him ignore it like that.

“You usually finish an hour before class right?” You frown up at him

Donghyuck opens his mouth then closes it again.

“Because if you reroute and make me the last house, I’ll take you with me by car.”

“What?” He manages to say. What the hell just happened?

a/n: okay so there was a lot more to the story and character development but it ran too long I had to cut it off bc I cba to edit lmao

also I seemed to have gone way out of the request lines near the end my bad my bad, but I at least hope you’ve enjoyed it! thoughts???? a part 2?

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lloydskywalkers · 4 years ago

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hey idk if you’re doing requests but if you are can you give us the fluffy kai and lloyd sibling content we deserve?? like ummm maybe kai helping lloyd to do homework or something even tho they don’t go to school lmao 😂 i just need something pure :)

i am so very behind on replies but!! in my defense, i started a response for this, got about 10K words in, then realized i needed to give it an actual structure. this is not the 10K words one, but it is, technically, fluffy Kai and Lloyd sibling content? i hope it’s something along the lines of what you wanted :’D

Lloyd decides he wants his ear pierced at three forty-five in the debatable hours of the morning, which isn’t the oddest thing Lloyd has ever decided he desires at that time. But it isn’t usual, either, so Kai decides he probably does, at least, need to ask what brought this on as he begins superheating the edge of the needle so neither of them end up with tetanus, or something.

He’s a responsible brother, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to tell Lloyd no. That would require Kai pretending his own piercing never existed, which is impossible, since Lloyd was the one to help him out back when it got infected and Kai almost lost his entire upper ear.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Lloyd rolls his eyes. “You were just being a baby about it.”

“Oh yeah?” Kai shoots back. “Look who’s talking. I haven’t even touched your ear yet and you’re already wincing.”

“You’re taking forever,” Lloyd says testily. “Why can’t you just pierce it already?”

“Excuse me for trying to make it look good,” Kai says. “But if you really want an off-center piercing, be my guest.”

“No, no, make it look good,” Lloyd protests, straightening where he’s sitting across the bedroom floor from Kai.

Fortunately, they’re in the monastery tonight, otherwise they’d be crammed into the bathroom, or wherever else in the Bounty they wouldn’t wake everyone up. They’ve stashed away in Lloyd’s room, since he’s the furthest from Zane and therefore the least likely to be caught, if something goes wrong. Not that anything’s going to go wrong, of course, but you can never be sure, with them.

“Where’d you want it, again?” Kai asks, as he squints at the tiny earring stud they scavenged from Nya’s bag. He figures she’d support this as a worthy cause enough not to mind. Hopefully.

“On the right side?” Lloyd drums his fingers on the edge of his knee, a bit anxiously. “I sleep on my left more often, so yeah, the right. Just — just the normal ear piercing, for now.”

“For now, huh,” Kai mutters, carefully measuring out rubbing alcohol over the earring, before deciding to drown it in the bottle, for good measure.

“Well, I might decide I want another,” Lloyd crosses his arms. He winces. “Unless Sensei or the others kill me for this, first.”

“Lloyd, if piercing your ear is the worst thing you ever do as a teen, I’ll give you all the piercings you want myself,” Kai says. “And if anybody gives you trouble about it, just make some snarky comment, like, ah—”

“An earring is better to be stabbed with than a knife?”

“…FSM’s sake,” Kai sighs, staring at the bottle of rubbing alcohol and briefly entertaining how it’d taste. “Sure. Why not.”

Lloyd doesn’t look entirely reassured, even with his fun little jokes. “It is better than being stabbed with a knife, right?” he asks. “Like, I can do knife-stab pain, but I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t hurt that bad, you know…?”

Kai rolls his eyes. “It’ll hardly hurt at all,” he assures him, as he reaches for the little cotton balls and soaking one in alcohol. “I promise. You’re a ninja. With the pain tolerance you have, you’re probably not even gonna feel it.”

“Uh-huh, if you say — hey!” Lloyd flinches back from his hand, eyes wide in betrayal.

“Would you relax, it’s just the alcohol,” Kai frowns, going for his ear with the cotton ball again.

Lloyd makes a face, but lets him dab the alcohol on this time. “It’s cold,” he complains.

“Keep whining about it and we’re going back to the clip-on earring plan.”

“No, no, I want them pierced,” Lloyd says quickly. Kai smothers a laugh at how he attempts to appear relaxed, swiping the cotton ball over his earlobe once more for good measure. Satisfied that Lloyd, at least, won’t suffer any immediate crippling infections, Kai grabs for the needle they’re using, soaking the tip in alcohol.

“You…you know what you’re doing, right?” Lloyd asks, suddenly apprehensive now that the needle’s come into play.

“Of course I do, who do you think I am?” Kai says. “I pierced Nya’s ears when she was younger. I would’ve pierced Jay’s the first week we met, but he chickened out last minute.”

Lloyd presses his lips together, hiding a laugh. “If you’d come up to me with a needle the first week we met, I probably would’ve booked it, too.”

“I wasn’t bad,” Kai huffs, kneeing him in the side.

Lloyd runs a hand through his hair, spiking the edges up as he scowls, pitching his voice deeper. “I’m gonna be the green ninja, and none of you losers better get in the way—”

“I never said that!” Kai exclaims, swatting Lloyd across the head as he cackles. “You watch it, or I might slip up with the needle.”

“Sounds like something a green gi-stealer would say.”

“You’re such a brat,” Kai grumbles, hiding the heat rising in his cheeks by busying himself with the earring packaging. “I never sounded like that. And you’re one to talk, with that squeaky little evil laugh you used to do.”

“Alright, I’m dropping it, I’m dropping it,” Lloyd says hastily, his teasing faltering at the threat of turning the tables.

Kai smirks, shaking his head. “Alright,” he says, flexing his wrist once. “I’m gonna ice your ear so it’s numb, then do the actual piercing. You want a count down?”

“Surprise me,” Lloyd says, his hands fisting anxiously in the edges of his sweatshirt.

“Sure thing,” Kai nods absently. “So,” he starts conversationally, as he presses the ice to the back of Lloyd’s ear. “What did bring this on? And don’t give me the teen rebellion thing — seriously, this time.”

Lloyd hesitates, then sighs. He bites his lip, his eyes staring somewhere beyond the ceiling. “I dunno,” he mutters. “I just remembered, the other day, that I’d thought they were super cool as a kid.”

Kai stifles the urge to remind him that he’s still a kid, and continues to listen instead, nodding at him to go on.

Lloyd makes a face. “I don’t know. The mission today was — it was dumb, and I didn’t like how I felt afterwards, so I guess I wanted to do something stupid.”

“Ah,” Kai exhales quietly. He’d had a feeling it was about the mission, but he couldn’t be sure. It hadn’t even been that bad, on the whole, but the sound of Cole’s head cracking against the floor was enough to escalate it right into terrible territory.

Kai’s still thanking his stars that Cole’s got such a thick head. Concussions aren’t fun, even when they do have the chance to treat them immediately.

“I just…I thought maybe it’d be nice to mess up on purpose, for once,” Lloyd continues, his voice quiet. “When I wasn’t trying not to.”

Kai’s frown deepens at that one, his hand hovering where he’s caught the edge of Lloyd’s ear, his thumb pressed against the end of the needle. His sudden concerns over Lloyd’s potentially earring-destroying, Oni/dragon blood are swept away by the plaintively depressing tone Lloyd’s using. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, hesitating.

He understands the sentiment, of course — probably too well to really put into words. Kai’s not exactly a stranger to messing up. He’s definitely not a stranger to beating yourself up after you mess up, either. He also understands, too well, how it can all build up sometimes — the constant fear of failure, the pressure not to mess up.

Sometimes you’re just struck with the irrational desire to mess up on purpose out of pure spite. Kai gets that. And Lloyd’s at least rational enough to pick something that won’t hurt anyone, and is more likely to get a laugh out of them all, if anything. Kai tries not to roll his eyes fondly.

Plus, Kai would be lying if he said it doesn’t warm his heart that Lloyd’s come to him for it. Which he should, of course, Kai’d better have first dibs on Lloyd’s first piercing, but still. The sentiment, and all.

“Well,” Kai finally says, realizing he’s left Lloyd hanging. “I don’t know about messing up, because this looks pretty rad. But it was definitely your call, so remember to tell Sensei that when he sees it.”

“Yeah, sure.” Lloyd takes a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “Okay, I’m ready. Stab my ear, Kai.”

“I already did, moron. Did you miss what I just said?”

Lloyd’s eyes pop open, and he blinks. “Huh? For real?”

“Told you,” Kai snorts. “Ninja pain tolerance. Ear piercing’s got nothing on Cole when he scores a hit on you in practice.”

Lloyd’s frozen for a moment, then he scurries over to the mirror, brushing his lengthening hair away so he can get a proper look at it. Kai hovers behind him, suddenly slightly anxious.

“Do you, um, do you like it? You can always take it out, if you don’t. It’ll close over on its own, and you can like, get an actual professional to do it—”

“Shut up, Kai, I love it,” Lloyd beams, tracing his finger over the little silver stud. “I look cool.”

Kai lets out a tiny breath of relief, smirking in satisfaction instead. “As close to cool as you can get, beansprout.”

“Whatever,” Lloyd rolls his eyes, before returning to admiring himself in the mirror. “You’re just jealous I have a super cool piercing, and you don’t.”

“Hey, I gave you that piercing,” Kai scowls. “Just wait until my ear finally heals, I’ll show you cool.”

“Gee, yeah, I can’t wait to see what cheap skull earring you infect yourself with this time.”

“Alright buddy, you’re toeing it dangerously close to the line,” Kai grabs Lloyd in a headlock, digging his knuckles into Lloyd’s thick hair as he yelps, struggling to pull himself free.

“Ow, hey, Kai, watch my ear—”

“Little jerk,” Kai finally releases him with a huff.

“Too bad you’re stuck with me forever,” Lloyd replies, making a face as he brushes his hair back into place.

“Plenty of time to watch you make more mistakes, then,” Kai replies, easily.

Lloyd briefly tenses up, his expression working. Kai slings an arm around his shoulder, briefly squeezing.

“It wasn’t your fault, Lloyd,” he says, gently. “Cole’s gonna tell you the same thing, ten times over.”

“Y-yeah, okay,” Lloyd murmurs, staring at the rug. “I got it.”

Kai eyes him for a brief moment, then shakes his head, carefully flicking the edge of his ear. “This, however? Is definitely your fault. So don’t go selling me out when Sensei bites your head off for it.”

“I’m not a sellout,” Lloyd huffs. “This’ll be nothing. Wait ’til you see what he says about my tattoo, that’ll be the real meltdown.”

Kai barks a laugh out at that, sweeping the cotton balls back into the bag. He then pauses, Lloyd’s word choice hitting him.

“Hey, what do you mean, your tattoo.”

“Oh, would you look at the time—”

“Lloyd, I swear to FSM, if you went and got a tattoo without me—”

#answered #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #tumblr pleASE format this right for once #my fic #bees-go-buzz

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birdkujapropaganda · 3 years ago

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my completely biased and official rating of every keyblade ever:

Kingdom Key: absolute classic. excellent design for the like, mascot keyblade. very simple, vaguely key shaped. i hate the mouse head though it's so stupid and makes no sense. and i hate mickey. 9/10 minus a point for the weird mickey keychain

Oathkeeper: wonderful. amazing. never boring. excellent design love the heart and wings and all the significance. and that the keychain is kairi's charm? terrific. 10/10

Oblivion: brilliant. awesome. phenomenal. again excellent design the wings and chains and purple crystal are absolutely perfect. love the crown keychain. 10/10

Ultima Weapon 1: literally just a sword with some filigree on it. nice. too much yellow and i don't like the weird cyan gradient on the guard. 7/10

Kingdom Key D: d for disgusting. i don't have any other comments i just hate it. 2/10

Keyblade of Hearts: yeah that sure is an anti-keyblade. love the simplicity and the heart in the negative space of the teeth. and that it doesn't have a keychain, that fueled a lot of theories for 12yo me 8/10

Lady Luck: i think i don't like this one bc to get it u need to use a white trinity but you can't do that until near the end and i have way cooler blades to use. the design is pretty ok, don't really get the card keychain tho. 5/10

Olympia: oh the sight of this one makes me irritated because the kh1 strategy guide uses this in one of the pictures for the fight against possessed riku. it did not help me win. and i hate short keyblades. love the clouds and columns though 7/10

Jungle King: kinda ugly but i appreciate that it looks kinda handmade. also like the butterfly keychain bc it doesn't look like it fits but it Does. also the first good alternate blade u get in the game so. 8/10

Three Wishes: not bad but it doesn't stick out to me either. also doesn't scream agrabah to me but also it does? 6/10

Pumpkinhead: NICE. very long and very cool. the teeth looks like bat wings and a pumpkin so very epic. 9/10

Wishing Star: so pointless i already have pumpkinhead. also short. cute design though i like the gears. 5/10

Crab Claw: i never used this one because it stuck out so ugly in Halloween Town </3 i love blue and crabs though so 8/10

Fairy Harp: I HATE YOU DIE. short and stupid. does NOT remind me of neverland at all. 1/10

Divine Rose: pretty nice but short and lategame. always thought its existence was kinda weird?? like thanks belle but why. i have oblivion. 7/10

Spellbinder: for some reason i really don't like it. i like blue and the circles are neat. the handle looks really painful though. 4/10

Metal Chocobo: kinda ugly lol. love the holes and chocobo keychain. 8/10

Lionheart: oh i am so biased by recoded. absolutely excellent keyblade. design's kind of weird tho where are those lions going. 9/10

Diamond Dust: so i was really confused because i thought this was khux-only or maybe bbs keyblade but apparently it's kh1 final mix only. you know what i got as a reward for fighting the ice titan? sephiroth. you know what i got for fighting sephiroth? NOTHING. it was my favorite khux blade though so grrrr 7/10

One-Winged Angel: grr bark bark final mix again fuck you. kinda weird design though like what is the teeth? a meteor? should've been a wing. nice guard though there's not enough hand room. excellent keychain obviously. 8/10

Ultima Weapon 2: very similar to the first but blue and symmetrical. very good learn from your mistakes. 9/10

Way to Dawn: YEAAAHHHHHHH BOY HERE IT IS PERFECT EXCELLENT GREAT DESIGN WONDERFUL LORE. HAS WINGS. THE EVOLUTION FROM SOUL EATER. THE LACK OF THORNS ON THE HEART. 10/10

Destiny's Embrace: very cute!! my favorite part is the name. i wish it wasn't so like. stereotypically girly though. like you look at the destiny trio's keyblades and can immediately pick out which one is The Girl's. 9/10

Star Seeker: i wanna hate it because it's mickey's/yen sid's but honestly it's so nice. the stars and moons and comets and gradients and colors... wonderful 9/10

Rumbling Rose: oof. weird and ugly and gross. keychain looks like a ladybug from far away. 3/10

Hero's Crest: bring the clouds back. i don't really get the design but i like columns. 5/10

Monochrome: super cute!! i don't like Timeless River but this fits it so well and has cute hit effect. 8/10

Mysterious Abyss: i always get this one way late in the game so it's always pretty pointless oops lol. also the design doesn't really say atlantica?? 3/10

Follow the Wind: another weird miss but i like this one more. nice wheel shaped guard, and that the keychain is a cursed coin. 6/10

Wishing Lamp: now THIS is the agrabah keyblade. very nice and elegant. looks like the palace! 7/10

Decisive Pumpkin: THIS ONE 😭😭 it's so ugly but it's so strong so i have to use it but it's so ugly. it does look like jack's idea of christmas so points i guess 😭 4/10

Circle of Life: also pretty ugly. and short. sorry simba. 3/10

Sweet Memories: shrek voice it doesn't even have attack. i don't like winnie the pooh so that's definitely influencing me. makes cute noises iirc and looks pretty cute. 4/10

Photon Debugger: this one should look pretty cool but my brain is saying it's bad. i think the giant red ball by the teeth are throwing me off. love the neon blue tho 5/10

Gull Wing: why the weird space in the name. anyway. i really want to love this keyblade bc i love X2 but it's really bad. i'm so sorry YRP kh did you so wrong. excellent keychain choice though. 2/10

Guardian's Soul: MUCH better thank you. auron my beloved <3 the lines are very appealing and i like how simple it appears. also looks like auron's swords. 8/10

Sleeping Lion: wayyy better than lionheart. looks kinda like a gunblade! again though what are those lions doing. 8/10

Fenrir: my car key got in a fight. 1/10

Bond of Flame: looks like a bad first draft of axel's keyblade. either the teeth or the guard should look like a chakram, pick one. love it though. 7/10

Two Become One: MY BELOVED <3 excellent design, so so so roxas i think he should use it. very excellent i love the little twist at the top. checkered handle is a little weird. 10/10

Fatal Crest: lol i was so mad when i first saw this because it looked like one of my oc's keyblades. i like it now though, it's a dragon!! pretty neat bro 8/10

Winner's Proof: oh this one is so cute. if it wasn't a reward it would be really weird and bad. surprisingly elegant! and there's even 13 mushrooms on it! 9/10

(shoutout to portadorx on deviantart for the 358 keyblade refs)

Missing Ache: YOU. interesting design, though it says roxas more than ventus to me. great first alt keyblade. 7/10

Ominous Blight: very edgy names in this game <3 looks like guardian's soul, which is interesting. i don't like yellow but it works bc blight 6/10

Abaddon Plasma: what a cool fucking name. so many yellow keyblades. but very cool looking i love roxas' aesthetic 8/10

Pain of Solitude: this is just pink missing ache. 8/10

Sign of Innocence: SO COOL. idk what's going on in most of these blades but i love it. 9/10

Crown of Guilt: come on. it doesn't look like a crown. big disappointment. very cool though 6/10

Abyssal Tide: so cool!! i love blue and fighting in midair <3 the teeth kinda looks like waves 8/10

Leviathan: weirdly furry looking. very cool guard 6/10

True Light's Flight: looks like two become one if it was only one. the top kinda looks like the nobody sigil 9/10

Rejection of Fate: SPEAR. epic name too, but i think it should swap names with true light's flight. very cool but i don't remember seeing it in name. kinda awkward bc it looks like it should be a spear 7/10

Midnight Roar: sooo cool. the orange handle pops without looking wrong... nice. also the teeth kinda look like a bat. 9/10

Glimpse of Darkness: ugly. weirdly bulky and hollow. short. 3/10

Total Eclipse: weirdly bumpy sword. i like how the orange looks like it glows. 5/10

Silent Dirge: GoD but purple. 2/10

Lunar Eclipse: TE but purple. 4/10

Darker than Dark: Hello 😳TLF but purple 10/10

Astral Blast: Abyssal Tide but yellow. interesting choice, but kinda clashes with the blue accents 7/10

Maverick Flare: Ominous Blight but red... excellent. very nice. 8/10

Twilight Blaze: Abaddon Plasma but red... also excellent. very epic. 9/10

Omega Weapon: props for not looking like any of the ultima weapons. very interesting and spiky but i kinda don't like it. 6/10

Aubade: kinda weird. "draws forth its wielder's personality"... ok. looks light elemented. 7/10

Wooden Stick: lol 10/10

Umbrella: not what i would've chosen but lol 10/10

Zero/One: WONDERFUL, EXCELLENT, AMAZING. i can't really explain why i love this one so much it's just very good. 10/10

Earthshaker: very solid design. not much to say it's just nice. love the colored guard. 7/10

Ends of the Earth: love that it is so clearly an earthshake upgrade. makes u realize how incomplete the first one is. 9/10

Dreadgnaw: kinda silly looking lol those are teeth. love the red bit in the center. looks very similar to earthshaker in a good way. 8/10

Chaos Ripper: looks like EotE but in a bad way. i don't like the weird teeth. it's also almost impractically long but i'm here for that. ALSO THE EYE. NICE. 7/10

Rainfell: oooo i love this it's so simple but so nice. very elegant 9/10

Stormfall: less nice. looks like a rainfell upgrade though. also kinda looks like master's defender which makes sense but i don't like it. 6/10

Brightcrest: GORGEOUS. PERFECT AND WONDERFUL. SO PRETTY. i wish it was kairi's. kinda looks to ornamental for aqua? but good for her. 10/10

Wayward Wind: none of ventus' blades look very ventusy to me. this one looks like an extra training one they had sitting around. cool shape though 5/10

Frolic Flame: NICE. looks like lea's frisbees! i like fire and fire designs so but it's a little awkward looking 8/10

Lost Memory: ok so first off WINGS. EXCELLENT. love that the only color is the heart. very cool and epic but i don't understand why it doesn't have a reverse grip handle. or the pointy bit at the tip. but still 10/10

Void Gear: hiii vanitas :) so anyway in my totally unbiased opinion this is the best keyblade ever obviously. love the gears and red accents and it's just super cool. the eyes and chains... vanitas character development keyblade when <3 10/10

Void Gear (White?): still very cool, love the simple contrast going on. 10/10

No Name: i didn't know this one was also called no name which is kinda lame. but i love the keyblade it's very cool. super glowy and i love the time design. 9/10

Crown Unlimit: I almost really like this one. very neat design, love the crowns and twists and glow. 7/10

Master's Defender: literally so plain and boring. i don't care if that's the point give it some frills. nice design though :/ 7/10

Broken Xblade: love the broken bits and the weird rust color. wish one of the kingdom keys was more broken and i think the top bit should be broken too. 7/10

Wooden Keyblade: sobbing and crying and tears. this is literally so cute and good and i love that it looks like Ends of the earth. or the kingdom key i guess. 10/10

Treasure Trove: i never expect to like this one but it's actually pretty nice :) wish the gems looked like they were spilling from the top and not leaking from the bottom. 8/10

Stroke of Midnight: also surprisingly nice! the guard kinda looks like a pumpkin which is cute. just a very cute design. 8/10

Fairy Stars: rad as hell. absolutely love this design very appealing. like how point the stars are. 9/10

Victory Line: i hate this one. maybe bc i don't like the world. kinda ugly and the teeth look awkward. 3/10

Mark of a Hero: ok we brought the clouds back but the weirdly buff trophy arm fucks this up. the blade is also just kind of a column, nothing going on there. 4/10

Hyperdrive: super cute!! love how the blade looks like laser fire and engine streams. the teeth are weird again though, and the handle looks like a bee 8/10

Pixie Petal: SO much better than fairy harp. this one is very cute and these teeth actually fit with the rest of the design. kinda short though >:/ 7/10

Sweetstack: oh this is so cute. a bunch of ice cream scoops!! why are the teeth oranges and what are some of those flavors. why are cones on the guard soft serve. 8/10

Ultima Weapon bbs: NICE. A SWORD WITH SOME FILIGREE BUT ALL IN BLUE. LOVE the wayfinders on it, very good for them. wish it wasn't just blue since it seems so aqua-centric but it looks nice soo 10/10

Skull Noise: LITERALLY SO PERFECT. THAT'S SO TWEWY. INCREDIBLE. the headphones and mr mew keychain... wonderful. only thing is that the name is kinda weird. like it makes sense but sounds weird. 10/10

Guardian Bell: i like it more than i think i would. elegant looking, and i love the gargoyles on it. hate the sentient gargoyles tho. 8/10

Dual Disk: VERY cool! looks like it has a reverse grip. the teeth are really cool and i love the bright blue. 9/10

Ferris Gear: eh. pretty cute but i think my pinocchio bias is acting up. the gears are nice, reminds me of wishing star. 5/10

Knockout Punch: SO COOL. really love the spikiness and colors and that the guard looks like the monkey. unfortunately for it, i don't like monkey. 8/10

All for One: the design's nice and it matches the world... but eh. 5/10

Counterpoint: so fun!! the violin guard is great, and the blade looks so cool. the teeth are a little awkward looking, it goes up too much. 9/10

Divewing: RAD!. just a sword with a heart on it and i love it. just so fucking cool. and the guard looks like a wing so 10/10

Sweet Dreams: so cute :) in love with the meow wow on top, but the teeth go up too much again. and i think there should be some komory wings on it. 7/10

Ultima Weapon DDD: NICE. almost identical to the kh1 blade, but blue and BETTER. the wings above the guard and the crown coming out of dream eater sigil... brilliant. 10/10

Unbound: not a hit 💔 just kinda weird and unfinished looking? and the lime green bit is off-putting. the hear at the top is nice. 2/10

End of Pain: ok mood shift hello. looks like it should be one of terra's evil blades. at first i was thrown off but looking closer it's so cool. the wings and eye at the top... the horns above the guard... the butterfly and gazing eye (buttereye) keychain... magnificent. the blade reminds me of x2 dark knight paine's sword. 10/10

Ocean Rage: looks pretty cool at first but the monstro mouth guard is literally horrifying i don't want to look at it anymore 1/10

YMX's keyblade: apparently has no name and is different than the one in bbs. nothing new really to say since it looks pretty similar but the goat head on top is super interesting. how much did No Name (luxu) influence young xehanort... 9/10

Mirage Split: absolutely perfect. i can't think of anything that isn't positive to say. the stained glass, the heart by the teeth, the thin lines, the gradient, wings, pointy, the keychain, literally all perfect. 10/10

Nightmare's End: also utterly perfect. i don't like yellow but it works here and looks great. the cyan gradient is startling but matches MS so i love it. all the colors in the stained glass are wonderful. 10/10

Starlight+: a little guady. but i love how the stars look like comets. the twisted blade looks neat too, but what's the point of the pointy bit on top. 7/10

Treasure Trove+: love that it looks golden and gem encrusted. very rich looking, but the cart is still leaking gems. 8/10

Lady Luck+: NOW the card thing makes more sense, i love how its incorporated throughout the design. more more interesting than the original. 9/10

Three Wishes+: looks like fire?? which is way cooler but why??? i like it more but where's the agrabah. 8/10

Olympia+: CLOUDS. like that zeus is in the clouds, but they took my columns. and the cyan handles are really weird. 7/10

Divine Rose+: excellent. what it should've been all along. the iridescenty guard is suuuper pretty and all the leaves and vines are great. 10/10

Moogle o' Glory: a lot happening here but i love smacking shit with a moogle head. there's so much happening and i don't really get it. 7/10

Fairy Stars+: i didn't know it could get better, the teeth is super cool looking but i wish the twisty blade was more visible. 9/10

Sleeping Lion+: love that it turns that metallic light blue color, very pretty. and the handle looks more like the gunblade! very nice looking and i used it a lot but the top is very weird. 9/10

Counterpoint+: let's take all the fun and exciting bits from the original and crANK IT UP TO ELEVEN. wait. stop. go back it's too much. very pretty still i love colors. 8/10

Fenrir+: my car key recovered from that fight. looks wayyy cooler and looks like ff7. hate the cyan glow though it feels weird. 6/10

Darkgnaw+: took me forever to find an image bc i keep calling it dreadgnaw. much cooler than the original, it looks like it's gonna bite you. the purple is also very nice. 9/10

Missing Ache+: POINTY. super cool but how does ventus twirl it around without poking himself. the colors are fun and it looks rad. 10/10

Diamond Dust+: i used this one the most <3 very pretty i love shades of blue and purple :) looks kinda icy but the top is weirdly flat. 9/10

Bad Guy Breaker: there's so much happening calm down 😭kinda nice but there's a lot to look at. also this world irritated me. 4/10

Gula's Keyblade: #leopardus4ever. as you can see, this keyblade is perfection. fun and spiky and lightningy. i think the whole blade should be lightning tho. 10/10

Aced's Keyblade: do any of these have names. anyway what a dreadgnaw ripoff 🙄 it suits him but guess what. i don't like him. 5/10

Ira's Keyblade: i don't like ira either but his blade is fucking great. love the teeth so much, and the colors. very pretty and cool 8/10

Invi's Keyblade: absolutely gorgeous. i love the flowing lines and little vines. love the colors and also it's super long. 9/10

Ava's Keyblade: girl this hurts to look at on a white background. very pretty though, i love how wispy and cloud-like it is. looks delicate which is great considering she'll kick anyone's ass. 8/10

No Name: unfortunately, this is absolutely wicked. look at it. it's wonderful. the goat head looks so much cooler than the other animal heads somehow, and i love the hollow center of the blade. and the teeth look like a claw, a little. just so fucking cool but i hate everyone who uses this. 10/10

Shooting Star: super pretty, i love how this one flows. i wish the blade went down to wrap around the guard though, instead of cutting off. 8/10

Hero's Origin: they took away my clouds again. i like that half of it is just. zeus. the lightning bolts are cool, but the handle and guard don't really match. 6/10

Favorite Deputy: you are not my favorite deputy fuck you. i don't like toy story but i do like cactuses. 3/10

Ever After: this one's nice :) the guard is super pretty, but i wish there was more going on with the blade. 7/10

Happy Gear: this one's kinda ugly but i like it soo. the energy canister guard is cute. 7/10

Crystal Snow: i hate it so much. it's boring and the keychain is olaf and i don't like frozen. 1/10

Hunny Spout: pretty cute :) the honey jars remind me of sweetstack. i like the wooden handle. 7/10

Wheel of Fate: cool as hell that's my boat. love that the blade looks like a mast that's so cool. wish it wasn't so gray though. 8/10

Nano Gear: ah, here's the color. i like everything except how the nanobots look at the top. it's just kinda gross. 7/10

Grand Chef: oh this is so cute. but why is remy the teeth. poor rat :( but it looks very nice i like how the Tower goes into the guard 8/10

Classic Tone: fuckyoufuckyoufuc. i hate this one. pretty ugly and i don't like it. 2/10

Starlight: SO GOOD. very simple but i like that. looks mysteriously similar to the kingdom key? i love it but it needs a little more going on. 9/10

Ultima Weapon 3: LOOK AT IT. ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE THEY CAN'T MAKE A BETTER ULTIMA WEAPON. the silver and red look so good and it's spiky and cool. and the red is glittery!!! why? i don't care it's phenomenal. the spiky heart teeth. that it looks like it's moving. i wish i could break my rating scale. 10/10

Braveheart: riku kingdomhearts stole my fucking car key. we've all heard the complaints i'm not repeating them 1/10

Star Cluster: it's really nice >:( mickey switch with riku pleaase. the star theme is really cute and the colors are nice but why does it look so similar to the kingdom key. 8/10

Flame Liberator: i don't like the name but ok i guess. the keyblade is so fucking cool though. it's what bond of flame wanted to be. i love fire and it looks like it moves so hell yeah. 9/10

Xblade: still can't decide if i like this or not. How do you hold it comfortably. Love the glistening spiky bits. 8/10

#that's all of them holy shit #you are required to read this #might make another list with all of them in order if i feel insane enough #kingdom hearts #pere's bullshit #kh #keyblades

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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the danceracha and 3racha working aus were so funny i wanted to request a vocalracha one but i have no idea where they could work 😭

God damn you guys really enjoy my lukewarm sense of humor??? Well I just pictured vocalracha working at a tutoring center and bitching about it so here we are! Hope you enjoy <3

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Half of this is based off of real experiences from when I used to tutor math god that was a TIME

Title: Tutoring Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just vocalracha being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing

quick clarification:

seungman: seungmin

watch your foxing mouth: jeongin

watch your foxing mouth: seungmin

watch your foxing mouth: can you please take my shift this Saturday

seungman: no

seungman: the one time I get the weekend off in ages? I'm not going to bother teaching little gremlins math who the fuck do you think I am

watch your foxing mouth: I think you’re a little asshole who’s going to spend the entire weekend just working on homework like the nerd you are

seungman: see I'd say you were right

seungman: but I don’t have homework this weekend

seungman: I actually had other plans

watch your foxing mouth: like what

watch your foxing mouth: no one’s going to ask you on a date lmao

seungman: first of all fuck you

seungman: second of all I was going to drop by at work and maybe bring you a coffee because I'm nice

seungman: but not anymore

watch your foxing mouth: bullshit you never would’ve done that in the first place

seungman: you’re absolutely right but I'm also offended that you doubted me so quickly

watch your foxing mouth: when I asked you to get me water from chan’s cafe

watch your foxing mouth: you specifically asked changbin to fill the cup with ice

watch your foxing mouth: and then you brought the cup back

watch your foxing mouth: and told me to wait

watch your foxing mouth: what the fuck kind of impression do you think that makes?

seungman: that’s fair

seungman: but I'm still offended

watch your foxing mouth: feeling offended is part of your personality

seungman: you know me so well

watch your foxing mouth: which is how I know you’ll take my shift this weekend :)

seungman: you’re funny

watch your foxing mouth: SEUNGMIN PLEASE

watch your foxing mouth: I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH ASHLEY AND HER FUCKING BITCH ASS

watch your foxing mouth: SHE NEVER WORKS

seungman: suck it <3

watch your foxing mouth: I hate you

seungman: love you too <3

seungman: this small girl

seungman: walked into the center

seungman: and told me

seungman: tennis is not a fucking sport

watch your foxing mouth: I can’t believe I was getting drinks and missed that

watch your foxing mouth: what was her reasoning

seungman: ‘you don’t run in tennis’

seungman: huH?????????????????????

watch your foxing mouth: well we’ve established that these kids are rich little assholes

watch your foxing mouth: and have no brains 99% of the time

seungman: you’re right I should expect this

seungman: why do we work here again

watch your foxing mouth: rich kids = rich parents

watch your foxing mouth: rich parents = rich establishment

watch your foxing mouth: rich establishment = slightly higher than minimum wage pay

seungman: fuck you’re right

seungman: idk I feel like I'd be having more fun working at the cafe even if the pay’s worse

watch your foxing mouth: money or fun?

seungman: the ultimate question of life

watch your foxing mouth: fuck capitalism

seungman: you say that yet you’re slaving your ass off teaching basic math to kids who don’t want to learn for a salary that’s a third of what you could be earning as a private tutor

watch your foxing mouth: WELL IF I HAD A FUCKING CAR

seungman: you’d drive it into another tree

watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you I'm dumping your shitty americano into the storm drain

seungman: look you hit the tree not me

watch your foxing mouth: IT WASN’T EVEN THAT BAD THE BARK WAS SOFT AND THE CAR WAS FINE

seungman: allow me to repeat

seungman: you

seungman: hit

seungman: a

watch your foxing mouth: SHUT U P

seungman: fucking

watch your foxing mouth: QUIT

seungman: t r e e

seungman: IN A PARKING LOT

watch your foxing mouth: just dumped out your drink <3

seungman: you better be kidding me

seungman: you better be fucking kidding me

seungman: YANG JEONGIN

read by one at 4:49 pm

seungman: I'm transferring that bitch ashley to your table fuck you

watch your foxing mouth: why are you the one who always controls the music player

watch your foxing mouth: I want to play my tunes too asshole

seungman: no one can concentrate with your fucking trot shit playing in the background

watch your foxing mouth: and we can deal with your shitty ‘lo-fi comfortable beats’ or whatever the fuck is in your YouTube playlist?

seungman: if the parents are happy with it then we’re like. legally obligated to keep doing it

seungman: kevin would play strictly beyonce if he was in charge of the music

seungman: you would play shitty trot

watch your foxing mouth: my taste in music is not shitty thank you very very much

seungman: sangyeon would play like. classical music idk he’s an old man like that

seungman: and if we left it up to the kids wap would be playing all day every day

watch your foxing mouth: I hate it when you make sense

watch your foxing mouth: god damn just noticed all of the people working here are male

seungman: except yeji

watch your foxing mouth: oh right except her

watch your foxing mouth: but also where is the female representation???????

seungman: they’re smarter than us

seungman: they’re either out of state for college

seungman: or they can actually drive

seungman: meaning they can afford to tutor privately

watch your foxing mouth: this is why men suck

watch your foxing mouth: we’re not smart enough to turn shit around

seungman: and we end up stuck catering to the whims of rich little assholes who aren’t going to learn jack shit anyway

watch your foxing mouth: sigh

seungman: sigh

watch your foxing mouth: ASHLEY IS HERE I’M NOT TAKING HER MY TABLE IS FULL

seungman: FUCK I HAVE A SPOT LEFT

seungman: OH FUCK YOU SANGYEON

watch your foxing mouth: suffer

seungman: my existence is pain

seungman: suddenly I have the burning desire to learn to drive

seungman: at least I wouldn’t hit trees in the parking lot

watch your foxing mouth: see I know you’re trying to provoke me but I'm not going to give in because watching you deal with ashley is satisfying enough

watch your foxing mouth: my brain is fried

seungman: is this supposed to be news

watch your foxing mouth: honestly I'd be offended but I'm too tired to express it

watch your foxing mouth: I never knew teaching basic addition could be so tiring

seungman: why do tutors exist

seungman: why don’t teachers do their jobs

watch your foxing mouth: idk

watch your foxing mouth: why do we have to do their jobs for them for far less pay

seungman: throwback to the time the owners kept forgetting to give us a raise even though we were the longest standing employees at this shitty center

watch your foxing mouth: don't fucking remind me

watch your foxing mouth: I'm just sitting in the cafe trying to erase all thoughts of ashley from my head

watch your foxing mouth: I wish sangyeon was here today

seungman: god yes that bitch ella is awful

seungman: why does she walk around like she owns the fucking place

watch your foxing mouth: bright ass lipstick and shit

watch your foxing mouth: like no bitch

watch your foxing mouth: I understand you do our schedules but I also understand you’re an asshole

seungman: sometimes I want to set this center on fire

watch your foxing mouth: afuckingmen

watch your foxing mouth: oh hey

watch your foxing mouth: oh fuck

seungman: ?

seungman: why do I hear sirens

seungman: and see smoke

seungman: jeongin

seungman: JEONGIN ANSWER ME YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING BE DEAD

watch your foxing mouth: calm your tits

watch your foxing mouth: didn’t know you cared that much about me

seungman: I don’t

seungman: who would I bitch about work to if you died

watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you

seungman: anyway what happened

watch your foxing mouth: jisung set the refrigerator on fire

watch your foxing mouth: it was glorious

seungman: you’re telling me jisung almost burnt this center down

seungman: b u t d i d n t ?

watch your foxing mouth: sadly

seungman: shame

seungman: would’ve loved to see that bitch ella burn

watch your foxing mouth: can’t all have what we want ig

seungman: wait give me a sec I'm clocking out I want to see this mess

watch your foxing mouth: come out quick chan looks like he’s going to cry

watch your foxing mouth: it’s hilarious

seungman: doesn’t he refer to you as his child?

watch your foxing mouth: what of it

seungman: idk

seungman: just if I talked about my parents like that I'd be six feet under by now

watch your foxing mouth: chan’s too soft for that

watch your foxing mouth: bet you he won’t even fire jisung after this

seungman: I know better than to take you up on that

seungman: anyway where is he I want to take a picture

watch your foxing mouth: doesn’t he refer to you as one of his children too?

seungman: what of it?

watch your foxing mouth: you’re right you’re right let’s go watch him suffer

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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congrats on the milestone!! scenario with atsumu and osamu under ☁︎ 1? thank you for writing! your blog is so wonderful!

prompt: ☁︎ #1 -> things you argue about + how you argue

roomies: the miya twins

genre: angst but I rlly suck at writing angst so there’s more humor in this than actual angst I'm sorry 😭 but there will be crying I promise

warning(s): swearing, semi-failed angst

my note to you: tysm you’re so kind 🥺💓 idk why but just you thanking me for writing is really making my heart go on x games mode ❤️🚴‍♀️🏂🤸🏻‍♀️

roomie arguments with the miya twins [scenario]

the things you argue about vary, but usually center around cleaning and sharing snacks

you appreciate that osamu likes to cook and will make food for everyone, but you hate how atsumu will never help you clean up after him in return

also, neither of them are very good at keeping the house itself tidy, and you feel like you’re always stepping on crumbs or tripping over charging cords/shoes they’ve left out in the living room

they also have a tendency to demolish your snack stash from time to time and will leave just a tiny bit behind so they don’t actually have to throw it away 😒

like, it’s seriously annoying to open your tub of ice cream after a long day and find one spoonful left in it, or find like three cheetos and a shit ton of crumbs left at the bottom of a bag you bought yesterday

the way you argue is usually civil, but when the three of you have had a long day/are in a mood, things get a little savage and you’ll raise your voices at each other

words will be said that you regret when tensions start running high, unfortunately

but, just know that they will always apologize and try to be better, even if that apology takes days to arrive

Upon returning home from a long day of school and work, there’s nothing more you want to do than head to the fridge, grab that container of ice cream that you got specially for yourself yesterday, and drown your sorrows its sweetness. However, on your way to the fridge, you end up tripping over a laptop charger strewn along the floor from where it’s plugged into the wall. After taking a long moment to glare at the white cord that’s wronged you, your journey to the fridge continues.

And when you open the door to the freezer up top, you come to the horrific, gut-wrenching realization that your ice cream is nowhere to be found. Frantically, you sift through all the bags frozen peas for Atsumu’s volleyball-related injuries, and various, floating pieces of frozen food that Osamu never remembered to thaw like he said he would--but your search comes up empty. Slowly, you shut the freezer door with dismay and trudge over to the recycling bin.

There, you find the empty ice cream container with your name written on the side of it.

Grabbing it, you storm down the hallway and knock on the doors belonging to both your roommates before waiting patiently outside. As soon as they’re both standing in their respective doorways, watching you with nearly identical, curious gazes, you hold up the evidence.

“Who ate this?” you ask, (e/c) eyes narrowed as your gaze flickers between the two of them.

Without saying a word, Atsumu and Osamu point at one another, and then proceed to give each other disgusted looks at the fact. “Yer always eatin’ stuff that ain’t yers!” Osamu growls at his brother.

“But ya’ve got that tendency to dig into our snack stashes when yer feelin’ peckish!” Atsumu retorts.

Before the two of them can get into what you’re sure will turn into another shouting match, you walk into the living room, grab the laptop charger, and bring it back to them as another piece of evidence, hoping that one of them will come forward for each crime. “Who left this out? I swear I’ve tripped over it six times today,” you wonder.

Osamu reaches towards you to retrieve the charger and admits, “’Kay, that one’s on me. My bad. I forgot to take it back into my room ‘fore I went ta the restaurant.”

When your gaze returns to Atsumu’s face, he’s biting his lower lip while his eyebrows are furrowed in what appears to be an expression of guilt. “Listen,” he says, voice somewhat strained, “I jus’ really wanted somethin’ ta eat while I watched Netflix.”

Normally, his dumb excuses don’t strike much of a nerve, since you’re expecting them and, therefore, are able to shrug them off. Tonight, however, him eating your ice cream without so much as telling you happens to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

“I'm so fucking sick and tired of your attitude, ‘Tsumu!” you growl, balling your hands up into fists, “You have everything you want. You’re playing volleyball professionally, you’re a public heartthrob, and you enjoy what you do. I hate my fucking job, my coworkers, and my classmates; and the only thing that was keeping me going today was knowing that I had that ice cream to eat later, but you went ahead and took that too because you always get what you want!”

Before you know it, hot tears are streaming down your face, and you’re having to use the sleeve of your sweater to wipe them away. “Hey, that ain’t fair! I’ve worked my ass off for everythin’ I have!” he argues, voice sharp enough to cut through you like a knife.

“Well, damn it, why don’t you do any work around the house? I'm always the one stuck doing your chores and cleaning up after you, but you don’t care! You just put your feet up while I vacuum right beneath ‘em every single time and eat my food!”

Atsumu wants to defend himself, but he finds he can’t when he realizes that this dispute is about more than just ice cream. Osamu’s watching him with a knowing gaze, as if silently agreeing with you and insisting that he puts his pettiness aside for the sake of your friendship and the household’s tranquility. Following a tense moment of listening to you sob quietly into your hands, Atsumu wanders over towards you and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin atop your head when you bury it in his chest.

“I’m sorry, (f/n),” he apologizes, “I’ll get off my ass ‘nd help ya more often.”

“I’m sorry for getting upset, ‘Tsumu.” Your whimper is muffled by the fabric of his hoodie, but it still reaches his ears.

With a small smile, he pulls away from you and suggests, “Put on somethin’ comfy, and we can go to the store so I can buy ya a whole new tub of ice cream, ‘kay?”

⭐︎ fran’s 600 milestone event! (reqs closed, interactions welcome!)

#fran writes hq!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #x reader #reader insert #haikyuu #hq!!#anime #manga #fran's 600 milestone event!!#fran writes requests!!#haikyuu scenarios

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 5 years ago

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To Do List:

What's up, my Herd of Nerds?

Anyway, as you can tell, tomorrow is AU Sunday. But, because it's one after a 'my input' one, it's a follower input AU day! Yay!

So, send me your AUs and I'll put all of em in a hat to pick one randomly. The winner is picked and posted and we'll all try and make headcanons about your AU.

Done:

Zombie Apocalypse AU :: (https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost)

Pirate AU ::

Currently In The Raffle:

-Toy Story AU.

-Ever After High/Descendants/Vaguely 'nex gen priness' AU.

-Eldritch Horror AU :: Or if that's a bit too out there, a more normal Monster AU. I don't care, but in my heart, I know Cleo is some kind of eldritch horror. Zombie is far too easy.

-Eldritch Monster AU! Hermits are all Lovecraftian horrors who all individually decided that they wanted to pretend to be normal and are all trying to hide their otherworldliness. I also feel like Mumbo or X or someone as the one actually "normal" player on the server would work well. Most hermits don't know that everyone else isn't normal either, but some find out about friends maybe.

-Rabid Debate Club AU :: Random weird au idea where it's basic hs/uni au but like two of them try to start a debate club, then invite some friends just so there's enough people; cut to like two months later, it's all the hermits just fighting over whether or not pineapple should go on pizza or not lol it isn't very good i'm sorry but ya know rabid debate club AU.

-Animal/shapeshifting AU :: (Suggested Twice.) Every hermit can shapeshift into one token animal. (If it's something like "dog," they can only turn into one breed and color of dog, EXAMPLE: doc can shift into a black sable belgian malinois, but not anything else.)

-Wedding Planners AU :: Hermits work in various unrelated businesses such as a bakery, flower shop, etc., but see each other semi-often bc they're semi-often called upon to work together by another hermit's wedding planning business (obvs if you couldn't tell i know absolutely nothing abt wedding planning & businesses n shit lol but it's the /concept/ of it yannknow)

-Avatar: The Last Air Bender AU. (Suggested Thrice.)

-Fusion AU :: (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested Twice.) What if Hermits could fuse with each other? (Viva and Jumbo fused into MumboJumbo.)

-SCP AU :: The hermits have spooky powers and are kept locked up bc of it (or they have to keep the world safe from monsters and cursed objects!)

-RPG AU :: I feel like someone already thought of that but I am just wondering about it lately :p -🍋

-Adventure Time AU :: The hermits live in a post-apocalyptic world and the Lich (bad guy) is making everything decay. They need to gather all the gems (belt colours) to unlock the Enchiridion (a book) and have one wish each granted from Prismo (multiverse wish granting dude) before the Lich does. Only 4 elements can enter the multiverse: Slime (The Lich & Jevin), Redstone (Tango or Mumbo?), Ice (Stress), and Dirt (Grian, much to his dismay). Only the elementals can see the book. Grian's the protagonist with his sidekick Scar. He originally started collecting the belts because they were shiny but eventually decided to read the book and find out what they were for when Scar said he didn't see it. Doc, False, and Iskall are major obstacles because they don't believe the book exists.</p>

-Total Drama Island AU.

-Magical Girl AU :: Zedaph's the lead magical girl and rounds up a bunch of other magical girl hermits.

-Pokeman AU :: What are the Hermit's roles in this world? Who's the Champion, Elite Four. Are they scientists? Trainers? Do they compete in competitions, do they specialize in types? Who's everyone's starter? Has anyone encountered any legendaries?

-College AU

-High School AU

-Wizard101 AU :: I (🦊) recently got this AU idea and recently started going off somewhere with it in terms of writing, but, like, Hermitcraft meets Wizard101. Tons and tons of magical shenanigans, monster hunting, and idk what else.

-Magic AU

-My Hero Academia AU :: Headcanons can be about which hermits would have what quirks and occupations based on them.

-So I'm writing an AU where there's a second game of Demise but 5 years later. So far the first 2 hermits (Joe and Xisuma) have died, and their dead forms are cracked with an arrow in his chest (Xisuma) and cyborg (Joe). So since it's Saturday, I'm looking for what some skins would look for.

-City AU :: I mean this is really just a normal everyday AU.

-School AU.

-Terraria-Minecraft Fusion AU :: Who chooses what class? what events do each hermit prefer? how to they deal with the world infections? preferred biomes? Favourite NPCS? It has potentiallllll.

-70s/80s Teen Horror AU :: (like Stranger Things, Carreie, The Lost Boys, Halloween, etc.) -🦇

-Demi-God AU :: Sort of like percy jackson (everyone being the children of different gods from all different cultures.)

-Supernatural AU

-Marching Band AU :: Xisuma is the band major and all the show music is the remixes. I need to come up with some ideas for uniforms. Outfits and flags for the colorguard too.

-Different Eras AU :: (Suggested Twice.) All the hermits are from different time periods or eras. Like Wels is from the mediveal/dark era, Mumbo is from 1890-1920's, Iskall is from 2030, TFC is from 2020(?), Cleo is from 2130, etc!!! Like the mobs/animals became feused with humans, is when the mob players came from.

-Star Trek AU :: Like maybe they could be on one ship and each have different roles like engineers or doctors? I don’t know if this has been suggested but hope you enjoy! - 🐦

-House Mates AU :: ApartmentAU but scaled down?

-Atlantis AU :: (Could be merged with Mermaid AU???)

-Fighting Game AU :: Some influences would be Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Ultra Instinct, that kind of stuff.

-Time loop AU :: The hermits each have to deal with their own time loop.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-Superhero/superpower AU :: They each have a unique power/powerset that is in some way connected to their personality. (ie Mumbo *could* control electricity because of his love of redstone) Some Hermits may even choose to be "villains" and prank their other servermates. If you need power ideas, I've got a couple. (12u3ie)

-Daycare AU :: The recap peeps are the caretakers :P (-@tikauniverse.)

-Incredibly Long Cross Country Train Ride AU :: they all are in the same train car, telling stories of where they’re going, backstories.)

-Stuck In An Airport AU :: pretty similar to train au but they can be going diff places.

-Doctors AU :: they’re all doctors working at the same hospital.)

-Circus AU (Also suggested by an Anon.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Spy AU (Also suggested by @shadeswiftdraws.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Runaways AU :: The hermits are all teenagers who have run away from home, they all live on the streets until TFC takes them in. Head canons can be about backstories, living on the streets, or when they’re with TFC.

-Criminals and Police Officers AU

(-@lookitsspacekween)

-Dancer AU :: I mean, I already got a list kind of planned out, but headcanons for why specific styles are chosen would be appreciated! :) (usedtobelucythefallenangel)

-Broadway/Musicals Hermits AU :: The hermits are all casts of various musicals and when this newly-built theater opens up they all fight for which musical gets to play in it first (they have a riff-off maybe?) musicals mainly included are Hamilton, BMC, DEH, SiX, Beetlejuice, etc (feel free to add more!) (-@heyitsroby.)

-DnD AU (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested twice.)

-Mermaid AU :: In honor of the end of Mermay

-Space exploration AU :: There could be different ships, command centers, aliens.... Maybe someone could even get stranded/crash on a new planet? Who knows, could be fun.

-Paranormal/ghost hunter AU :: A couple Hermits could be the ghost hunters going to haunted locations to prove/disprove their hauntedness, others could be camera crew, owners of haunted buildings, or even the ghosts themselves.

-Camping/Vacation AU.

-Summer Cottage AU :: They all spend summers/weekends along the same shoreline and do different summer activities together. Outdoor fun and shenanigans!

-Space AU :: like star trek or similar.

-I would say evil clone au but I think that's pretty much the entire Hermitcraft tumblr right now lol. (Suggested twice.)

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-Magic AU :: Magic exists and all the hermits have powers. They can also summon a weapon but what that weapon is depends on the hermit. I'm thinking it'll take place in a sort-of Demise 2 in S7 with a big war. So far I've got: Grian - Cloning himself to his different personas (each has a different power). Xisuma - Making barriers, teleporting, and transforming into different mobs. Scar - Making mutant plants & boosting other hermits' attack & health. (-@datsaltyperson.)

-Demon AU :: Something enters the overworld and turns into a supernatural style-demon through Dimentional Distortion. Who gets posessed first, who goes crazy, and who actually kills it? Honestly I think that, if anything, Tango would know how to gank it, for obvious reasons. (-@fireflower-dusk.)

-High Street AU :: Everyone owns a different shop on the same street or some run a shop together (-@violets-arepurple.)

-Cat AU :: Either they're were always cats, or Hels turned everyone, including himself, into a cat, and they have to survive and overcome challenges in the Season 7 world. An example of a challenge would be Cub's a Sand Cat(the cats that always look like kittens no matter how old they are and live in deserts), and everyone's not sure if he can actually swim, so they have to find a way for him to get around without involving water. (-@scp10000.)

-How about a secret AU.. Every hermit has their big secrets and when Grian joined. He doesn't really know anything about those secrets even till season 7. Not many hermits talked to him in S6 anyway.. Mumbo was the closest to him so they would have regular chats For Iskall is mostly business related things Grian wants to know why so he set out on a quest to force the others to at least talk to him so he wouldn't be lonely. (-@babylightstudentbiscuit.)

-Hermit Family AU :: Xisuma is very busy dad but when he isnt busy the kids and younger hermits annoying the hell out of him. Grian once asked to use Xisuma's computer and crashed the whole thing trying to download illegal gamesites and get money off the internet. Mumbo and his trains run through the entire house and Xisuma trips on them daily. (-@gamerutx.)

-College AU!! But they are not students. THEY ARE THE TEACHERS (-@ivi-prism.)

Ones I planned to do anyway but Hermitblr Hivemind and all that:

Battle of The Bands AU: i believe u once mentioned a bands/ battle of the bands au... thats my jam... (Anon.)

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #raffle day #notaheadcanon #masterpost #au to do list

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noonachronicles · 5 years ago

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Rock and a Hard Place

Im Changkyun/I.M. X Reader & Lee Hoseok/Wonho X Reader

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings: Sex stuff, and lots of vulgar language, deals with polyamorous relationships (does that require a warning? Idk).

Genre: Angst, Smut, moments of fluff. It’s got it all really.

A/N: Kind just gets right into some smut, so just gonna throw this guy under a cut.

There you were, spread eagle on the couch. One leg over the back and the other propped up on the coffee table. All of your glory out in the open for the world to see. Your face was pressed into a throw pillow as your thighs trembled with your orgasm.

“Oh my god!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curled, you gasped, “I’m so close. Shit, Hoseok. Keep going.”

Your fingers grasped Hoseok’s hair trying to somehow urge him further between your legs. His hand worked your soaked cunt, his tongue your swollen clit, until finally your mouth fell open. You let out a long satisfied moan. When your eyes opened you caught sight of Changkyun at the door. His eyes met yours for a moment before he disappeared, the door shut quietly behind him.

“Fuck.” You muttered and sat up quick. You reached for something to throw on. Anything from the pile of clothes on the floor near the couch. You threw a T-shirt over your head and hopped into Hoseok’s boxers.

“Are you okay?” He asked clearly confused, still kneeling in front of the couch with his mouth and chin soaked in you.

“Yeah, everything’s fine...just stay here. I’ll be right back.” You said kissing his sweaty forehead before running out of the front door.

You clattered barefoot down the stairs of the apartment building hoping he hadn’t gotten too far. He hadn’t. He’d just nearly reached the bottom of the stairs, shoulders slumped.

“Hey!” You breathed heavily making your way down the last few steps to meet him. You reached a hand out to touch him but he pulled away.

“Don’t.” He said looking at your hand in what could only be described as disgust.

You gulped, “What are you doing here? You know it’s his weekend.”

“Yeah, I know.” He stared at your feet, refusing to look at your face. “I just thought…you’d remember.”

“Remember what?”

“Our anniversary.” He nodded, as if you’d confirmed his worst fear, of course you didn’t remember.

“No, that’s not right. We met…” you thought for a second before realization hit. “Oh...shit.”

“Yeah.”

You threw your arms around his neck. Even if he tried to pull away you were keeping him in your arms, but he didn’t try.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Fuuuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve you. I’m so stupid.” You mumbled regretfully into his neck, leaving little kisses everywhere. Any piece of his soft skin that was available to you.

“Don’t worry.” He mumbled into your shoulder.

You pulled away holding his pouty face in your hands. “I’m an asshole. Let me go back up really quick. I’ll tell him to leave and wash up and we can do whatever you want.”

He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and gave a small, ingenuine smile. “Don’t. It’s okay. Have your weekend and we can celebrate later. Here.”

You hadn’t even realized the narrow gift bag in his hand until he was handing it to you. It was a bottle of wine, the kind you had shared on your first date. That stung. You looked back up at him and smiled weakly, so horribly embarrassed, “You are amazing and I’m a total piece of shit.”

“Don’t talk about my jagi like that.” He said grabbing your hips and pulling into him. “Just give me a kiss before you go?”

“Of course.” You wrapped your arms around his neck once more and pulled him in for his kiss.

You didn’t know what kind of kiss it would be, you rarely did with him. It had started so soft and sweet. Before you knew it, it had become heated, dangerously so. One of his hands was in your hair, the other squeezing your ass so hard you expected a bruise. All you could do was moan into his mouth and try to breathe. He really wanted you to want him, and you really truly did.

He let you pull back, rather reluctantly for both of you, as you heard the clatter of heel clicks and giggling storming down the stairs. A group of college girls passed you two on the stairs on their way out for a wild night.

“You smell like pussy.” He muttered after they were out of earshot, reminding you of how he found you minutes ago.

“Sorry.” You said once again.

He licked his lips, eyeing your neck. “What for? I just wish it was for me.”

“Kyunnie…”

“I better go before this case of blue balls gets any worse.” He sighed. He cupped your neck one more time and pulled your face to his for a quick kiss.

“I’ll make it up to you.” You promised.

“I know. Love you.” He said before starting to walk away.

“Love you too.” You returned. He didn’t turn back around one last time like he usually did. Just made his way through the door and out into the night. You sighed and looked back down at the bottle of wine in the gift bag, “Happy anniversary…”

After explaining to Hoseok what had happened he was more than understanding when you asked him if you could cut your weekend together short. The two of you had spent the rest of the night together but the next morning after breakfast you went your separate ways. You spent most of your morning and afternoon trying to think of how you’d makeup your mistake to Changkyun.

It wasn’t a surprise to you when you walked into his apartment and he wasn’t there. You’d really only gone to drop off a few things and use the kitchen. Once you had everything ready you walked down the street to the park he usually inhabited. He was where you’d figured he’d be. Sitting on a large flat rock that overlooked the small lake in the parks center. He had his headphones in and was jotting furiously in a notebook on his lap. You almost didn’t want to bother him. You waited until he’d stopped writing and then put your bag down next to him. He looked up at you in surprise, pulling one of his headphones out.

“Hey...what’s up? What are you…are you here on like a date thing?” He asked looking behind you, probably looking for Hoseok.

“Do you want to be here on a date thing?” You asked sitting down next to him and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“I told you, you didn’t have to cut your weekend short for me.” He said, but the smile on his face told you just how happy he was that you did.

“Oh.” You said and started to stand up, “well if you’re sure...I’ll just-“

“No! You have to stay now!” He laughed wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back down. “What did you plan? Show me.”

You grabbed your bag and dragged it over to where you were. “I brought food, sushi and dumplings.”

“Our first meal together.” He grinned.

“Yes! You remembered! And I thought we could eat it here on this very rock where I gave you a handy for the first time at like three in the morning…”

“And that park ranger guy chased us out of here and my pants kept falling down.” He blushed happily.

You nodded as you laughed at the memory, “Then at home I bought your favorite ice cream. We got some face masks waiting, the expensive shit that I know you like. And for entertainment some super gory Japanese horror film that Kihyun suggested like a month ago that I never got around to watching.”

“Aw, babe.” He cooed, “Some movie neither one of us cares about, that you have to watch because your dumb friend suggested it and probably keeps asking if you’ve watched it? You’re so romantic. So thoughtful, my favorite part.”

“But you’ll do it right?” You asked with a big cheesy smile that he’d never say no to.

He nodded, “Yes, because I love you.”

“I love that you love me.”

“I love that you love that I love you.”

“I love that you love that I love that you love..”

“Stop” he shook his head and pressed his hand against your mouth. “Just stop, it was cute and then you killed it. It’s dead now. Give me my food.”

“Hey, baby.” you could hear Changkyun call from the front door a few days later.

“In the bedroom.” you called back snapping another picture on your phone. It was good enough so you sent it on it’s way. When you rolled over on your back he was standing in the doorway looking at you incredulously.

“What...are you doing?” he asked with a chuckle pulling his hoodie over his head. The fabric tugging up his t-shirt as well. The sight of his soft tummy made you bite your lip.

“Just taking a stupid picture.”

He was still stuck inside his sweater, having forgotten to take his hat off first. So helpless it made your heart melt in your chest. You kicked out your foot, hooking a toe beneath his belt and pulled him blindly to the bed.

“What is happening?” he laughed as he stumbled forward before finally getting his sweater off and tossing it to the ground.

“I want you.”

“Oh?” he smiled at first but then took in the scene. You in a shirt and some underwear your phone on the pillow. Taking selfies that you never sent him. Before you knew what was going on he stepped back with a frown. “Who’s the picture for?”

“What does it matter?” you asked with a pout, trying to reach out at him but he stepped back so you couldn’t.

“You send him selfies? You never send me sexy panty, bedroom selfies.”

You dropped your hands, exasperated, “You never ask for them.”

“So, what is this? He has you all hot and bothered with his afternoon sexting and I’m just supposed to satisfy you since he can't because it's my night? Is that how this is going to work?”

With a huff you reached over and grabbed your phone, unlocking it, “Haven’t heard much from you today, been busy? Yeah spent all morning finishing up that presentation for this afternoon. Oh yeah, forgot you had that. Go well? I think so we’ll find out soon. I bet you killed it. Thanks. How’s your day? Fine, working late tonight. Ugh. Yeah. Miss your smile. Send me something cute to get me through the night?” You dropped your phone on the mattress and looked up at Changkyun, “Then I sent him a stupid fucking selfie. That’s definitely what got me hot and bothered. Couldn’t be you, standing right in front of me, looking obnoxiously sexy and extremely frustrating.”

“Obnoxiously sexy?” He asked looking over at your full length mirror to check himself out before grinning and stepping back between your legs. “You proved your point.”

“So...do you want me right now or do you want me to send you some selfies first...how’s this going to work?”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, his fingers tickling your sides as he grabbed the hem of your shirt. When he pulled away he dragged the shirt up and over your head.

“I’m such a dick.” He shrugged, “Just...ignore me. I get-“

“Jealous?” You asked helping him take off his pants as he pulled his own shirt over his head.

“Look at you. Can you blame me?” He asked crashing down onto you, pushing you into the mattress. You hummed into his lips in reply. His hands moved a little clumsily down your body and you gasped as he kissed your neck and shoulder, his teeth dragging against your skin. He slipped his fingers into your panties and over the slick wet warmth. “All this just for me?”

“Mmhmm.” You smiled against his shoulder, “do you have something for me?”

“Do I ever.” He laughed and pushed himself up on the mattress, “take your panties off.”

You reached down, trapped beneath him and pulled your underwear down your hips. He laughed at the cute way you stuck your tongue between your teeth and kissed your cheek as you kicked them off your legs.

“Okay.” You panted, laying back down “I’m ready.”

“You sure?” He teased kissing your neck so gently it tickled.

“Fuck.” You gasped as he pressed inside you with little warning.

His breath came in hot, heavy pants against your throat as he found his rhythm. You dragged your hands down his back and then up again twisting your fingers in his hair, rolling your hips up to meet him.

He wrapped his arms around your head like he was protecting you from something unknown. His mouth was open against your skin, he’d meant to kiss you but all of his efforts were focused elsewhere. You kissed him instead. His cheek, pink with hard work. His eyelid, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. His forehead, salty with perspiration.

“Let me see you cum.” He panted after some time, lifting his head so he could see you.

“Okay.” You could see the muscles in his shoulders growing pink from holding himself up. So you nudged his hip with your knee and he rolled over on his back.

“Thank you.” He smiled, sinking into the mattress as you adjusted yourself on top of him and took over.

You ran your thumb over his cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Hey, that’s my line.” His hand found its way between your thighs. You fell forward onto his chest as if he’d pressed some magic button and whimpered. “Come on...let me see.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You repeated yourself before pushing yourself back up. Hands pressed firmly on his chest this time as he continued to play with you. “Just- don’t stop.”

He watched as you closed your eyes and bit your lip. His name fell from your lips like a song. And he finally saw the face he’d been looking for, the one he saw a few nights ago. Then you crumpled onto the mattress beside him in exhaustion.

You sighed happily rolling over, throwing your leg over his. When you kissed him you felt so blissful you didn’t even see the way he looked at you, like he was miserable. You nuzzled into his shoulder, so content, “That’s what I wanted.”

“Is it?” he asked. You nodded in response. “Do you think about him? When you’re with me is that who you imagine inside of you?”

“Who?” you asked confused by the question.

“You know who.” he said and you finally realized the air in the room was not what you thought it was.

“Kyunnie.. wow. Seriously?” you asked leaning back to look at him fully. He just looked at you, waiting. “No. I don’t think about him when I’m with you. What’s going on with you lately?”

“I don’t know, forget it.” he said shutting himself down.

“I’m not letting this go. Let’s talk to Hyungwon. Tomorrow.” you suggested. He only nodded in agreement.

“The last time we sat down, Changkyun, you seemed genuinely okay with the setup of the, you know, poly relationship. What’s changed?” Hyungwon asked scribbling something on the notepad that sat on his knee.

“It could be the fact that since the last time we were here I’ve seen my girlfriend's new boyfriend snorkeling in her cunt while she blasted his face with lady jizz.”

“Jesus Christ, Changkyun.” You groaned in embarrassment, burying your face in a throw pillow.

“Am I wrong? Was that not what I’d walked in on? Aren’t my feelings valid?” He asked.

Hyungwon stifled a laugh in an effort to remain professional. “Yes, Changkyun. You are valid here. Thank you for sharing.”

They both turned to you and you sighed, “Yes, Kyunnie. While you may be crass, you are still valid.”

“Changkyun, I am curious, do you think your feelings changed because you saw the act taking place firsthand? I know the pair of you talked in excess about what being polyamorous would mean for you both as a couple, and that you knew she would be partaking in sexual acts with others. Did it just come as a surprise to see it happening? Not just hearing about it.”

“I guess it’s kind of that. It’s also that while she’s talked about him and told me all about him, I had never seen him before. He offered to meet once if I thought it would make me more comfortable. I didn’t want to.”

“Did it just bother you to have a face with the name?”

“No. It bothered me because,” he stopped and took a deep breath before looking out of the window like he wanted to sprint through it. You tried to figure out what he was feeling, he looked almost ashamed. “It bothered me because he’s big.”

“Big?”

“Not like his dick or anything. I don’t know, I didn't see that. He’s just physically big. Like some… giant...abnormally huge...muscle pig.” He said with clear distaste. “A human colored Hulk.”

“He’s not.” You rolled your eyes feeling the sudden urge to defend Hoseok. He wasn’t even there, you hated talking about him when he wasn’t there. “He’s not a muscle pig. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“Do you have a picture?” Hyungwon asked you curiously.

You sighed and pulled your phone from your pocket. It took you a second to find a suitable picture of him before handing it over. “That’s him.”

“Let me see.” Changkyun huffed reaching for your phone. “That’s not a good one. Show him a real one. I guarantee he’s sent you some jacked, shirtless gym selfie.”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked before flipping through your pictures again. You found one Changkyun would be happy with and dropped it on the coffee table annoyed.

“I just want you to be honest with me…for once.”

Hyungwon took his time admiring the photo, zooming in and out, getting a really good look. He passed your phone back with a hum. “Yeah. He’s jacked. He’s like…woo- really good looking.”

“I hate both of you.” You muttered shoving your phone back in your pocket.

“See? If I’d known she just wanted some buff gym rat… I could have bulked up or something. I thought I was good enough but it’s like,” he stopped unable to find the words or too hurt to say the ones he was thinking of.

“Changkyun…” you reached your hand over and slipped your fingers between his, “You’re perfect as you are. It has nothing to do with that, none of this does.”

“If I’m enough then… then I don’t want to do this anymore. Be with just me again.” He said looking over at you seriously.

“I-“ you could feel him try to slip his hand away but you held tight. “Okay. Whatever you need.”

“Don’t do me any favors.” He scoffed.

“Whatever we need.” you corrected, “You know what I meant.”

“So...poly no more?” Hyungwon asked. “It’s probably what I would have advised.”

“But you didn’t.” Changkyun said with an eye roll and stood up, “You didn’t give us...any advice. You literally never do.”

“Here’s some advice then, and it’s going to change your world, get a real therapist.”

“You are a real therapist. I thought.” You said grabbing the remote before kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning the tv on. “Isn’t I’m a doctor your go to pick up line?”

“Fine, one you don’t pay in beer then, you pair of dumbasses.” your friend laughed accepting the open bottle Changkyun had come back from the kitchen with.

“No.” Hoseok said simply and shook his head.

You’d invited him for lunch at a cafe downtown so you could break the news, so you could break up with him. You let him know it was best, so that you could save your relationship with Changkyun.

“Just, no?” you said trying to read his very calm denial.

He was sitting in a chair across the small table from you as you sat on a plush loveseat. The plates had already been cleared from the table, just your half empty glasses were left.

“No. You don’t get to just choose him over me. That’s not playing fair. I’m just as invested as he has been, I should get a shot.”

“A shot?” this wasn’t going as you’d expected at all. “You want a shot...at me? I didn’t think that was something you’d wanted.”

“Have you not thought we were really dating this whole time? What did you think I thought this was, a consistent string of hookups?” he asked looking slightly worried, “Because I’ve been considering you my girlfriend. I tell people you’re my girlfriend.”

“No, yes. Ugh!” you groaned and covered your face. “I’m just fucking everything up. Yes, I consider you my boyfriend. No, you’re not just a hookup to me.”

He pulled his chair around the table so he could sit in front of you. Leaning in he grabbed your hands in his and met your gaze with eyes that held a look so soft you were seconds from becoming putty. He laughed lightly, “Good, because I love you.”

“Love me?!” you practically shouted and threw yourself back into the loveseat dramatically. Several people around you turned and stared. You leaned forward again so you were close and said, much quieter, “Sorry...you love me?”

“You don’t just share your girl with another guy unless you think she’s really worthwhile.” he grinned squeezing your hands.

“Yeah but your girlfriend-”

“I’m not dating anyone else.”

“I- what? You had a girlfriend when we first met. Like a long term girlfriend. You introduced me to poly.” you were so confused, so overwhelmed.

“Yeah.” he chuckled, at how cute he found you. “I remember. I was poly- am poly and actually I’d been in two other relationships when we met. When we were getting more serious I realized you were all I wanted right now. I talked to both of them and we went our separate ways.”

You sat back in the loveseat once more, finally allowing yourself to relax a little, you hadn’t realized how tense you’d been this whole time. Your back was sore. When you looked back up at Hoseok he was smiling at you.

“God, am I really so needy that you couldn’t deal with me and another relationship?” you asked.

“Not at all.” he moved from the chair he was in to sit beside you on the loveseat. He cupped the back of your neck and pulled you forward, gently kissing your forehead. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“What do I do now?”

“Well, you obviously love Changkyun. Do you think you might love me too?” he asked with absolutely no pressure in his tone.

You nodded with zero hesitation, “I really think I do.”

“Good, that’s good. That you know.” he said with a small smile, “Really think about it, maybe take the weekend to be by yourself away from both of us and think about what you need. If by monday you’re still not sure what you want, you’ll have to tell him. If he really isn’t okay with being poly, then you have to make a choice.”

You pouted, incredibly unhappy with that answer. You tucked yourself into his side. He draped an arm over your shoulder and you grabbed his hand, pulling him tighter around you. Resting your head on his chest, you sighed deeply, “You have the softest heart.”

“Yep, softest heart, hardest abs. Remember that when you’re making your decision.”

You snorted out a laugh and then buried your face in his chest out of embarrassment. “That was so terrible.”

He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your lips to his for a soft peck, “It was, but it made you laugh.”

You couldn’t stop the blush if you tried, “It did make me laugh.”

Changkyun paced the floor of your small living room several times. Then he sat down on the chair, stood back up and continued to pace. His thumb was tucked between his lips as he chewed on his nail. All you could really do was sit on the couch watching him, trying not to get dizzy. Leaning forward you grabbed your wine glass and gulped until it was empty.

You placed the empty glass on the table and looked back at the still pacing Changkyun. “You’re so nervous it’s making me nervous.”

Finally he paused his pacing to look over at you, “What can I say? It’s not every night you get to meet your girlfriend's boyfriend, who also just happens to be better than you in every single way.”

“Stop it, please!” You sighed, completely exasperated. “He’s not better than you, he’s just different from you. And when you find a girl you like and want to date, if you want me to meet her, I’d be fine with that.”

“He is. He is better than me. He makes more money than me, I know that. From what you say about him he’s more responsible than I am. We both know he’s stronger than me. Physically for sure, and honestly probably emotionally as well. He’s probably funnier than me too and I’m sure he fucks you better.” Changkyun was practically screaming now, and something sick made its way into your stomach. “And just so we’re clear, I would never do that to you. I would never ask you to meet another girlfriend of mine because I don’t want another girlfriend. I want you. Just you. I love you. Why don’t you get this? It’s so simple. I’ve never wanted this, it was always for you.”

As the sick feeling grew you wondered if it was just guilt or if guilt was only one of the ingredients. “We talked about this...for months. We laid in bed together on many, many nights and set boundaries and rules. You told me you wanted this too. How can you say this was just for me? Why would you agree to it if it’s not what you wanted too?”

“I was scared and I didn’t want to lose you. Okay?” He said quietly and you felt like it was one of the most honest things he’d said to you in awhile. “When you brought it up the first time, I thought it was a joke. Then you brought it up again and again and I realized you really wanted this. I was afraid that if I said no I would lose you. Now I’m losing you anyway.”

“Changkyun, you’re not losing me.” You felt uncomfortable sitting down so you stood, and wrapped your arms around yourself, “I want this to work. I love you, but I love him too. That’s why tonight is so important to me. I just think if we all could just sit down and talk about it, we’d feel better. And if you don’t feel better even after you talk to him, then I’ll do what I have to do. But I need us to try first.”

“I don’t.” He said defeated.

“You don’t what?”

His lip was trembling and when you noticed it made your chest tighten. This was it. “I don’t need tonight to happen for me to know, I already do. I want you, but I don’t want this. Nothing is changing that. I-“

“Don’t.” You interrupted and quickly moved around the coffee table. You grabbed his cheeks in your hands, tears already dripping over your cheeks. “Don’t say it. Please. Please. I just...I can’t let you. Please don’t.”

Watching him cry just as hard as you only made it that much worse. And all you could do was stand there with his face in your hands, begging him please. For awhile he really couldn’t even speak. He’d open his mouth to say something and then just shutter out another sob. The front of your shirt was getting soaked in tears that had slipped down your neck.

After some time he took a deep breath and sniffed, rubbing his face on his hoodie sleeve. He used the other sleeve to wipe your face dry. “I love you so much...and it hurts, but I think you should be with him. He’d be okay with it if you needed to be with someone else too and I can’t give that to you. You should try, so that you know if it’s what you really want.”

“This isn’t what I want, I know that already.” You felt broken. “I don’t want you to break up with me. I don’t want this at all.”

“This isn’t what I wanted either, but you have a need and I can’t figure out how to let you experience it without getting in the way. We don’t have to call it a break up. Let’s just call it a trial run of you being with him instead of with me. We can call it space.”

“What will you do?” You felt selfish even asking but you were realizing how selfish you’d been this whole time anyway, so might as well. “Are you going to...be with other women? And maybe fall in love with them. Get married? Forget about me? And disappear from my life?”

“Yes.” He said deadpan, he was so good at it, “It’s probably going to happen by the end of next week, so you should really figure out what you need before then.”

You let out the smallest laugh as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You held him so much tighter than you ever had before, wanting your love for him to seep through your body and into his so that he could know. You inhaled the scent of him so deeply, worried you might not get the chance again. It made you want to cry again.

“I’m gonna go.” He whispered into your hair. You shook your head no and squeezed him closer in defiance. He chuckled, “You have to try, so that you know. So you don’t regret what might have been.”

With a painful sigh you stepped back letting your hand drag down his arm. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and held on as he tried to walk away. He smiled and lifted your hand to his lips for a last sweet kiss. You didn’t know what else to do but watch him leave.

When he opened the door your eyes went wide at the sight of Hoseok, hand at the ready to knock. His eyes went wide too and you suspected that Changkyun looked just as surprised.

“Hi I’m-“ he paused, seeing the looks on both of your faces, “Hoseok.”

“Yeah. Hey.” Changkyun said quietly before taking a deep, shaky sigh, “Please take good care of her.”

And then he was gone, he’d disappeared down the hallway. Hoseok stood in the doorway for a moment to process and then looked up at you realizing what he must have missed. In a blink he was across the room and you were in his arms, a weeping mess once more.

A few weeks later things seemed to normalize. The two of you were doing good, the same as before, just more frequently you guessed. You’d spent your Saturday morning at breakfast with Hoseok’s friend, Minhyuk. He told you about a cool street market he thought you’d enjoy and so the three of you headed over there after to walk off breakfast.

It was actually a really cool market. A little city of pop up canopies that protected the goods of all local businesses. You squeezed Hoseok’s hand as you perused the offerings. He fed you samples of homemade chocolate from one tent and blackberries straight from the farm from another. You bought a bundle of wildflowers for your apartment and made heart eyes at a tent that offered hand bound notebooks with leather covers and recycled paper sewn in for the pages. You just knew they were something Changkyun would have loved.

Near where the food trucks were lined up there was an opening to a small park where people were lounging and eating. A woman was playing the acoustic guitar, anticipating a bit of money from the people that passed by. The three of you found a nice patch of grass across from the fountain to relax on.

Hoseok stretched out, laying his head on your lap as you and Minhyuk praised the coffee you’d picked up from one of the vendors that roasted their own beans in house.

“Soooo.” Minhyuk smiled mischievously, “You guys are like dating now. For real.”

“We’ve been dating.” Hoseok said simply. His eyes were closed as you ran your hand through his hair. “For real.”

“Yeah but does it count if one of you is also dating someone else?”

“Yes.” You laughed.

He made a face like he wasn’t convinced and sipped his coffee. “But you’re like dating dating.”

“To answer your poorly asked question, yes we are dating, and currently only each other.” You said with a small eye roll.

“Monogamy.” Hoseok chimed in, lifting his hand up to the clouds and moving it in an arch shape, “The more you know.”

“If either of you wanted at any point, perhaps, to date someone else as well, you still could?” Minhyuk continued, raising a cheeky eyebrow at you.

You almost choked on your coffee, “Are you trying to ask me out?”

“I mean, if you were hungry I would take you out to dinner. Not like anything expensive…”

Hoseok swatted a hand at his friend as you continued to laugh. “You’re such a pest, Minhyuk.”

A while later, before Hoseok could truly fall asleep, you got back up to walk around a little longer. You found a cute tent selling ice cream and dragged Hoseok over for some. As you read down the menu you squeezed his hand excitedly.

“Oh they have sherbet, no one ever has sherbert.” You said looking over at him and realized you’d made a mistake.

“Do you like sherbert that much?” He asked surprised. “I didn’t realize.”

“No, not really I just...um I don’t know. I just thought it was cool because no one ever really offers it.” You smiled and turned back to the menu. Changkyun liked sherbert.

Minhyuk had taken off and the two of you headed back to Hoseok’s to relax. He watched you move around his kitchen, finding something to put your flowers in. As you were filling a drink pitcher up with water he stepped up behind you, placing a hand on your hip.

“Today was fun.” He said moving your hair to the side with his free hand so he could kiss your neck.

You smiled, dropping the flowers into the water. “It was a lot of fun. I’m glad we went out. Min is...interesting.”

“We don’t have to talk about him... What do you want to do tonight?” He asked sucking gently on your skin.

“I think we should stay in.” You groaned as his hand slipped down the front of your jeans.

He turned you around and pushed your butt up against the counter. He made quick work of your jeans, pulling them down your legs and helping you step out of them. His tongue was flush against your sex in seconds. His nose rubbing against your clit as he licked at you.

“Yeah, we’re doing this...” you muttered, not really guessing this was where your afternoon was headed when you’d walked into the apartment, but not minding it either.

He stood back up and undid his own pants impatiently. He only dropped them to his knees before lifting you onto the counter and pushing your knees open. You let out a breath as you watched him. He hissed, easing inside of you, watching you take every inch before looking back up at you with a smile.

You grabbed his face and pulled that smiling mouth in for a kiss. You closed your eyes but only for a second before you opened them wide in surprise. Your brain had flashed an image of Changkyun. Not of you having sex, but of him laughing, doubling over, mouth wide open laughter. You tightened around Hoseok at the thought.

He groaned, and told you to wrap your legs around him. He cupped your backside in his arms and carried you over to the couch where he laid you down.

“This is better.” He smiled before getting back into it.

You held onto his shoulders, afraid to close your eyes again. It was a little too late. Even with your eyes open you were thinking about him. About Changkyun. So you closed your eyes. It was a different memory. At the grocery store, he made a face at you like you’d said something he’d found incredibly stupid.

“Sherbert is garbage.” You remembered.

You knew this memory. That night he made you buy five different types of sherbert. He made you try every single one. You were left eating sherbert for weeks. Luckily you had his help.

You whimpered beneath Hoseok. He looked down at you, panting heavily, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Yes. You just feel so good.”

He nuzzled into your neck as you closed your eyes again. The night you got stuck at work when you were meant to have dinner flashed in your head. When you got home he’d been in the kitchen cooking with his back to you. When he finally turned to you, you realized he’d been wearing the face mask you spent too much money on and were saving for a special night. You’d screamed at him for ten full minutes in frustration but mostly because he just kept laughing at you.

“I’m close, you close?” Hoseok brought you back. Your eyes snapped open.

“What?”

“I can’t hold much longer.” He said with a slow deep grind.

“I just need.” You bit your lip, “I need a second. I need one more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, this time you knew what you’d see. Stretched out on your back, on top of his rock at the park watching clouds pass overhead while he laid on his stomach next to you writing in his notebook.

He’d looked over at you, raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh. Did I tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You’d asked and turned your head to him.

“I love you.”

“Oh, fu-!” you trembled to completion. You threw your arms over your face almost immediately in shame. How could you look at Hoseok now? You took several breathes and sort of hoped he’d just walk away. Even if you knew he wasn’t that kind of guy.

He moved your arms and looked down at you with worry clear on his face. “You okay?”

You nodded, “It was just a lot.”

“You cried?” He asked wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“No! Just...my eyes were watering.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He asked kissing your temple. You nodded once more. “Okay. I’m going to go hit the shower, come join me?”

“Yeah.” You said with a small smile in return, “I just need a minute.”

“Of course. I’ll get the water ready.”

You waited until he left the room completely, and you could hear water running in the bathroom before curling up on the couch to cry.

A month had passed by and you continued to think back to moments with Changkyun. Almost everything you did had some connection or another to him. Some memories left an ache in your chest for hours afterward.

You did your best to hide your thoughts from Hoseok. You genuinely loved him and being with him. He was absolutely perfect. So thoughtful and kind, always so caring. Every day you tried to be in the moment with him, enjoying him and being just as good to him as he was to you.

Tired from a long day at work you unlocked the door to Hoseok's apartment with a yawn and stepped inside.

“Hey, it’s just me.” You called out, dropping your keys on the side table and taking your shoes off.

He poked his head around the corner to the kitchen and beamed at you, “Hey, beautiful. Wash up, dinner's almost ready.”

You yawned once more and walked over to him for a quick kiss, “Did you make anything good?”

“Yeah I think so.” He grinned, “Hurry back, you can open some wine while I finish up.”

Not too much later Hoseok placed the finished dinner plate in front of you and moved around to the other side of the table with his own plate. Both of you ate in silence for some time before you finally looked up with a small smile.

“It’s really good,” you commented, “thank you.”

“Of course.” he returned with a smile so bright it lit up the room.

“So, how was your day?” you asked.

“It was pretty good. Work went fast, which was nice. Then I just went to the store to pick up some things for dinner and, well, now we’re here. And also I think we should break up.”

“Well that’s good that it...wait you what?” you asked dropping your fork on the plate with a clatter.

He licked his lips, still smiling softly as he looked at you, “I love you and I know you love me too, I do. But, baby, you love Changkyun more.”

“Uh.” you couldn’t even stutter out a reply.

“It’s really okay. You spend eighty percent of the time we’re together thinking about him.” your mouth opened and closed silently, not unlike a trout. “At first I was a little hurt, but I had hoped that it was just something that would go away with time. I figured you just needed some time to fall into us, you know? To get comfortable. It’s been two months and I can’t ignore it anymore. I think you just really need him.”

“I do love you.” you said quietly, unable to deny anything else he’d said.

“I know. Maybe one day we’ll have our time, but it’s just not right now.”

For more than one reason you started to feel anxious, like you needed to leave very suddenly. You looked from your hands, wringing in your lap, to Hoseok, “I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave. You’re obviously more than welcome to stay and finish dinner.” He took a moment to read your face and then nodded in realization, “Oh, gotcha.”

He helped you pack up your backpack with some of the things you’d accumulated at his place. T-shirts, underwear, toothbrush, some dvds. Suddenly it felt like a real breakup. Once you had everything you stood together on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building. You gave him his apartment key back and he gave you yours.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, smiling, always smiling, “We had fun.”

“I’m sad.” you finally admitted.

“But mostly relieved?” he asked. You nodded. He knew you too well.

“You’re the most amazing human I have ever met in my life.” You said genuinely, “You’re probably the better man. I should pick you. If I had any sense I would.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the better man.” he grinned and pulled you in for a tight hug, “But that’s not how this works.”

“Okay,” you sighed as he released you from his embrace. “Thank you, for everything. I love you.”

“I love you too. Text me when you get there, so I know you got there safe. Call me in a couple weeks, let me know how things are going. We can get lunch then. I’m not going to lose you just because I’m losing you.”

“Deal.” you smiled with the knowledge that he meant it and pressed a kiss on his cheek before finally leaving.

By the time you reached his apartment you weren’t much more than a bundle of nerves. Standing in front of the door for quite some time, with your key ready in your hand. You could hear them jangle at your side as you shook. Your stomach felt tight and you worried you were going to be sick. Suddenly you wished you’d called first.

You’d had this romanticized idea of how everything would happen but now that you were standing here you were worried. What if you were too late and he didn’t want you back anymore? What if he wasn’t home? Changed the locks? Worse even, what if he was home and you walked in on him fucking someone new.

Then you’d suffer through the pain of it just like he did. You thought to yourself.

When you got the key in the lock and gave it a turn, the door clicked open and a bit of relief washed over you. Your key still worked. You opened the door and stepped inside, quickly turning to shut the door and lock it. Instinctually you wanted to kick off your shoes by the door, but you’d wait. You took several deep breaths, willing your panic to dissipate.

Your breath caught in your chest when you turned around. Your eyes filled to the brim with tears at the mere sight of him. He was sitting on the couch, looking over his shoulder at you with eyes wide with surprise, a spoon hanging out of his mouth. Your love for him hit so hard it was overwhelming and you genuinely thought you might faint.

“Hi.” you barely breathed out the word.

Lifting his hand he pulled the spoon from his mouth and swallowed whatever had been on it. He tilted his head towards the television. “Just started.”

He continued to watch you silently as you kicked off your shoes and threw your backpack into the chair next to the couch. You climbed onto the cushions next to him, slipping your arms around him and holding on like your life depended on it. Without a single word you rested your head on his shoulder, and then you waited. You weren’t sure what for. Maybe for him to say something, to bring up the last two months. Ask what you were doing there, what it meant. Surely he had questions for you or a piece of his mind to offer. So you waited.

After a minute of silence Changkyun dug his spoon into the bowl on his lap. Ice cream, sherbert. He lifted a spoonful out of the bowl and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth to accept. His lips pressed against the top of your head in a kiss as he fed you, and you squeezed him closer.

“I missed you.” he said quietly before getting himself a spoonful of ice cream.

You let out a sigh of absolute relief and really sunk into him, “It’s good to be home.”

#im changkyun scenario #im changkyun smut #Wonho scenario #wonho smut #monsta x scenario #Kpop scenario #Kpop smut #I.M. scenario #I.M. smut

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sukipershipper · 5 years ago

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Next in Line (TWT Fic)

(Note: Okay, so I was in the mood to write a bit about the Funk Trolls, mainly D. So I decided to make this, please tell me whatcha think)

Far away, hidden deep within troll forest, is Wire City, home of the Funk trolls. Like every other troll type, all of the residents looked the same, long necks, lanky legs, striped fur, crooked teeth and matted hair on top of their heads. The Funk trolls were by far the most bizarre of all trolls, no one knew where they came from, and they often get treated like trash. Nonetheless, they continued their parties in the safety of their home, and under the protection of their two leaders, King Quincy, and Queen Essence.

Before they ever became the head honchos, Quincy was the son of the great King James, while Essence was the daughter of a farmer. Quincy found her alone one night by a pond and decided to sit by her, ask how she was, all of that usual good mannered stuff that every royal member had to know. The two began to meet up more and more each night, in the same spot, and soon the two found themselves bound the strong chains of love. Later in life they got married, they were given the royal titles, and they ended up having two beautiful baby boys. Unfortunately, one had gone missing during an escape from a bergen, and it was a tragic loss for the whole kingdom. Quincy vowed from that point on that in their new home they were all safe and made a rule that no one was allowed to leave Wire City, unless it was for resources. No free roam, no waltzing with the animals, none of that.

Everyone was happy with the rule that was set, everyone except Prince Demetri, or D as he preferred to be called. Having to grow up stuck in the boundaries of his home was not easy, and it certainly not fun, D found his mind slowly slipping with boredom each passing day. All he longed for was to get to know the world beyond his home, unfortunately his parents were very strict on the rules and refused to let him leave, lest the same thing that happened to his brother happen to him as well. D understood his parents meant well and he never hated them for doing what they did, he was just disappointed he'd never get that chance.

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D woke up with a yawn and stretched himself in ways that were unimaginable to most trolls. He walked to the window, drew back the curtains and smiled as the sun shone into his room. D took and deep breath in and sighed, "Good Morning, Wire City" he said to himself as he trotted over to his vanity, tidying up his messy, blue dreads, looping golden rings around a few of them. When he was finally ready, he walked out of his room and quietly peered into his parents room. "Still asleep" he whispered, he smiled as he tiptoed downstairs into the kitchen, where he was greeted by another Funk troll, Marcel, the chef. "Morning your highness! So, how are the parents?" Marcel quietly asked, "Morning Marcel, I just checked on them, still sound asleep" D replied.

"You sure you want to do this?" Marcel asked him

"Absolutely" D answered, "I just...want to do something nice for my parents, that's all"

"And you're not worried about getting a little...messy?"

"Pfft, nah, now are we going to do this or not?"

Marcel laughed as he got out a few bowls, pans, spoons, cups and spatulas while D got out the necessary ingredients. The two soon got to work and the sweet smell of breakfast was soon drifting through the castle and into the upstairs chambers.

Quincy stirred slightly as the smell drifted into the room, he sniffed the air and his eyes lightly fluttered open. He sat up and gave a yawn as he gave a gentle kiss on his partners head.

"Wakey Wakey sleepyhead" Quincy chuckled, Essence opened her eyes slightly and shut them again when a glare of light shot in her face. "Mmmm, five more minutes babe" Essence replied sluggishly, but Quincy was so easily deterred, "No, come on now, don't make me" he teased, getting nothing but a scoff from his wife, "You wouldn't"

"Oh, but I would...and I will…"

"Wha-AH! QUINCY STOP IT!"

Quincy was soon tickling his wife's neck, it was the most ticklish spot on her and he enjoyed watching her squirm and giggle. "Knock it off! I'm up!" Essence laughed as she took a few breathes and sat up at last, "Finally, took ya long enough" Quincy laughed. The two had hopped out of bed and gotten into their signature outfits, before heading downstairs, seeing Breakfast placed on the table in front of them, a pitcher of juice and another of water and ice.

"Morning Mom, Morning Dad!" D called as he joined them at the table, carrying another plate of pancakes out. "Morning champ, did you make all this?" Quincy asked as D set the plate down, "Well kinda, Marcel helped me-", "IT WAS HIS IDEA!" Marcel called from the kitchen. Essence smiled at her son and placed a kiss on his cheek, "This is so nice of you darling" she said, D blushed a little and smiled back at his parents, "I just wanted to do something nice for you, as a way of saying thank you," he explained, "Now hurry up and eat, the food will go cold of ya don't!"

Quincy wasted no time and dove right into the food, Essence laughed at her husband as he got a few pieces of food for her plate. Soon, most of the food was already gone, "Hey son," Quincy started, his words were muffled due to the food still in his mouth, even as King he forgot his manners every now and again, not that anyone seemed to care,

"I was thinking that...Maybe later today we could have a stroll around the city, have a chat, just me and you, how does that sound?"

D looked at his father and gave a small smile is response, "Oh, yeah of course!" D said, "I'd like to get out of the house" Quincy nodded as he finished his mouthful and pretty much everything else on his plate. "I'll tidy up, you boys go" Essence said as she began to pack up the dishes.

Quincy and D began walking their way through the city, many other trolls waved to them, some even screamed in delight when they saw them pass. "So how come you wanted to have this walk, Dad? You always have a reason" D asked, Quincy thought for a bit and sighed, "Son, you know that your time as King will be soon, and...well, I thought maybe we could have a chat, in case there was anything on your mind, anything that has to do with it. So?" D had to think about his answer, the only real question he had on his mind was the same he had for years, and it had already been given its answer several times.

"Dad...don't get me wrong I love it here but...there really isn't anything new for me to learn here...I want to explore...you know, see the outside world, my heart just...just-"

"Wants to be set free, I know, but you know don't want you leaving, the last thing I want is to lose you too" Quincy cut in, D sighed, "I mean, besides, being King is a huge responsibility and I do talk even know if I'm up to it, I don't even have a queen!", "Well the queen part is on you, no girl here really seems you appeal to you" Quincy said.

"That's because they're all so 'In-your-face', I want a girl who's calm, but still funny, and kind, you know, like mom!" D explained, Quincy smiled at that and gave a small laugh, "Well I guess you're gonna have to keep looking, takes ages to find a girl that good", D laughed along with his father, "And about the whole 'Up-to-it' thing, you'll be fine" Quincy told D.

"How...how do you know?" D asked, "Because," Quincy started, he brought D to a statue in the center of the city, it was a statue of a guitar, similar to the one his mother has. "I've seen how you are, you are lively, you are a little reckless but you are also generous. You help trolls around you, you are understanding, you have integrity, you are respectful of others and most importantly...you love family. This is the most important thing to me when it comes to being a king, every troll here, they look up to you, they're like family, and as their King you need to be there to guide them, and not just as a king, but as a friend too."

D looked as his father with wide eyes, "I...never really thought about it like that," he admitted, Quincy nodded "Sometimes we see too much of our bad sides that we can never see the good side that lies within...I'm sure that you'll be a great King son, just remember, your kingdom is like your family, you can't leave them behind to find something that's probably not even real" he explained, D nodded in return as the two continued on their walk.

Night had soon come and D sat in his room, staring at his reflection in the vanity. He looked up to the top right corner and saw a picture of him, his parents, and his twin brother, the one who was lost during the escape from the bergens. "God I bet wherever you are, you're having more fun than I am bro" he murmured to himself, he sighed as he put one his paws/hands (idk) to the picture. "I miss you bro" D said, wearily making his way to his bed, and falling into a deep sleep.

#trolls world tour #funk tribe #King quincy #queen essence #prince d

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cursed-ice-spirits · 5 years ago

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100. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”, im curious of seeing how rebeca would feel after having sky sneaking in her dreams, probably causing her pain at some point by accident. idk , feel free to make me cry (:

OW NAR. THAT HURTS.

Hhhhhhhh

100. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”

Rebecca Lord & Skylar Morningstar

———

At first, everything was alright.

Skylar found himself in another dream, set in a beautiful forest with tall trees that seemed… oddly comforting. He hears the sounds of laughter, and he looks up to see a blur of black jumping from tree to tree, whoops of joy escaping.

He later realizes it’s Rebecca. Quiet, fair, Rebecca who looks happier than he has ever seen her.

It’s… a nice change from the frown that usually settles on her face. She only really smiles like that around Andre.

He sees her perk up and turns around, then she grins as she jumps straight off the branch.

“Skylar!”

Skylar starts and he catches her before she hits the ground. She was light. Extremely so. But before he can ask, she hops off.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, although she was laughing. “I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“Astral projection, remember,” he says with a small grin. “I was wandering the realm and stumbled upon yours.”

She shrugged. “The more, the merrier.” She grabs his arm with a grin. “Come on. Might as well enjoy some company before I have to deal with Diego’s weird compliments.”

Restraining the urge to tease her (because it definitely wasn’t just weird compliments), he lets her pull him to the center of the forest.

She looked so at ease here, so happy. Usually, she’s very guarded, very controlled.

Sorta like him.

Nothing was going to go wrong.

Rebecca suddenly tenses up and looks around.

“Something wrong?”

She slowly shook her head, still frowning. “Must be nothing. I’ll go check it out anyway. Stay here?”

Unease curls in his stomach but he nods anyway.

But it did.

And suddenly a sharp scream rips through the air. His blood turns cold.

No.

He turned on his heel and sprinted towards the source of the scream.

No no no no no—

———

“MOM!!!! NOOOO!!! MOM NO!!!”

She was curled up in a ball, wailing and screaming for her mother, with that thing hovering over her. His heart sinks to his stomach as she uncurls and lets out another bloodcurdling scream.

How—

A growl echoes behind him, and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Rebecca screams his name and he whips around to see her crawling away from it, eyes dilated from panic, and he only had a few seconds before she surges forward and slams into him, sending them flying away. A black spell shoots over his head just before they hit the ground hard.

Rebecca shakes her head, blinking rapidly, then she gets up and grabs his arm to yank him to his feet. “Run,” she wheezes.

Skylar squeezes his eyes shut and wraps his arm around her shoulders, then they tear through the forest.

“I’m sorry.” He hears himself saying as they continued to run. “None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”

She shakes her head and tugs him to the right just in time to dodge a strange shadow. “Skylar, it’s fine,” Rebecca whispers. “You’re not the only one with a literal demon stuck to your side.”

His mouth falls open. “What—”

“Not the time,” she curses as they duck behind a tree. “Just… tell me what to do.” She looks at him, eyes pleading. “That thing isn’t the sort of thing my mother’s family deals with.”

“You,” he swallows, his mouth dry. “You need to wake up. I usually try by finding my body.”

“Wake up,” Rebecca repeats, her eyes closing. “Got it. And Skylar?”

“Yeah?” he asked, watching the world around them disappear.

“We’ll talk in the morning,” she promises as everything goes black.

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Skylar seeks her out in the morning.

Rebecca was sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She never sits at the Hufflepuff table unless it was on special occasions, so it didn’t really surprise him. She was leaning over the table, holding a cup of tea in one hand, talking in a soft voice to Andre, a sketchbook between them. She scribbles something on the page and lets him take a look, then roars with laughter when he jokingly throws it back.

It was like last night never happened.

Then they lock eyes and her smile freezes on her face.

He doesn’t have to do anything. Rebecca simply turns and tells Andre something, then kisses him on the cheek and gathers her things, yelling her goodbyes over her shoulder as she exits the Great Hall.

Skylar was quick to follow her.

“I’m...” he starts as they came to a stop. “sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” she says softly. “I’m fine, and that’s all that matters.”

“You could have gotten hurt.”

Rebecca shrugged. “I’ve faced worse.”

“Rebecca-”

“Look,” she said, looking at him in the eye. “None of us knew this was going to happen. It caught us both off guard.”

“But still,” Skylar insisted. “You-You can’t pretend that... that thing didn’t hurt you — you were screaming for your mum—”

She averted her eyes. “I would be crying at her mention anyway.” Something flickers over her face. “She... she went insane from grief. There’s no hope for her to recover.”

An ice fist closes around his heart and guilt sweeps him once more. This is all his fault—if he kept that thing under control, she wouldn’t have to experience that—

“But that’s okay,” she continues, her smile strange. It doesn’t reach her eyes. Something flickers behind her — a being with a long neck and a thin and blank face except for a large mouth with sharp teeth dripping with blood, with two white hollow points as eyes. From its midsection, definitely not where it should have been anatomically, thin, long fingers, attached to a thin palm, and long wrist began to emerge. The fingers had an extra joint, making them abnormal. Its skin was black and skeletal as it grips her shoulders tightly, giving the hands a sinister look.

And just as quickly as it came, it vanished.

“I’ve faced worse.”

#this is so bad but i wanted it out #i'm so sorry it took this long #my mind goes black every time i try to write this #rebecca lord #skylar morningstar #angst asks #hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling

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bookenders · 5 years ago

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11/11/11 Tag Game: Rounds 24, 25, 26, and 27

Tagged by the wonderful @corsairesque, the lovely @azawrites, the stellar @sunlight-and-starskies, and the incomparable @inexorableblob - thanks!

And @inexorableblob, thank you for letting me rewrite the end of The Great Gatsby. It was very cathartic.

Rules: Answer 11 questions, write 11 questions, tag 11 people!

Bilbo Taggins: @aurumni-writes @quilloftheclouds @aslanwrites @starlitesymphony @writingonesdreams @waterfallwritings @cataclysmic-writer @ren-c-leyn @timefirewrites @minusfractions @ink-flavored - and if you like the questions and aren’t tagged, feel free to answer them! And tag me so I can see!

My Questions:

How many licks would it take for your OCs to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?

What are your favorite smells?

What’s the book you’ve read most recently? What did you think of it? What impressed you? What would you have done differently?

What are your thoughts on mugs?

If your OCs had a comic book series/graphic novel about them, what would it be called? What would be on the cover? What would the art style be?

Can you draw a bear?

Do you do any other kinds of art? Are you ever influenced by other kinds of art? What about other areas like science or mathematics/other disciplines?

Have you read any craft books or writing advice books? If yes, how have the helped or hindered you? Which would you recommend? If no, would you ever consider reading them?

What are your favorite kinds of narratives? What narrative structures do you prefer to write and what do you prefer to read?

What’s your favorite recipe?

What are some signs that make you consider setting a project aside vs continuing with it?

As always, answers under the cut!

@corsairesque‘s Questions:

1. Do you create playlists for your stories or characters?

I do!

Here’s a detailed post about how I make them.

This is Mel’s from H2H.

This is Gemma’s from H2H.

This is one for the story I recently posted.

And I have one for each WIP on my WIP page! (Mostly, I’m still working on Fish Food’s.)

I actually have folders in Spotify for my characters and stories. Each one gets a playlist.

2. What is your stance on endings that don’t end with some hope?

Sometimes a story needs to have a certain ending to have an emotionally satisfying conclusion. I don’t think hope is absolutely required for an ending. I’ve ended stories without hope because that’s how the story ends. If I wrote it to conclude with an upturn, it would’ve been disloyal to the narrative. Like life, not everything ends happily, or with a positive outlook.

If you want it from a more technical perspective, there are three sorts of endings: positive, negative, and neutral. They can mix and match, but these are the three base ones. I tend toward neutral or positive-neutral endings. The best story I’ve written so far has a negative-leaning neutral ending because it concludes with a loss that does not promise hope. Positive endings are not necessary for a narrative, or for a conclusion.

Sometimes you need to write a hopeful ending. Sometimes you need to read a hopeful ending. And sometimes you need to read or write something that ends on a down-note. I know I have.

So, TL;DR, there is no ending hierarchy. It all depends on the reader and the writer, what they need, and what the story demands.

3. What author would you love to hear feedback from on your WIP?

Of literally anyone? Dead or alive? I mean. I’d love to hear what Flannery O’Connor would have to say about my short stories. I try to do a remix-version of her moments of grace in each of them.

4. What is the genre of your WIP(s)?

I mention these on my WIP page!

Most of my short stories are literary and contemporary fiction. My longer projects tend toward low fantasy.

5. How do you come up with new ideas for your WIP(s)?

I don’t have a method or anything for idea generation. My brain works in the background while I’m doing other things, so I’ll be washing dishes, or brushing my teeth, or writing something else, and an idea goes HI HELLO WHAT ABOUT THIS HUH? and I scramble to write it down.

Most of the time, my story ideas come from cool sentences I think of while observing. That sounds super weird and nerdy, but it’s true! When I’m bored or need to occupy my brain or just sorta feel like creating something spontaneous, I’ll look around and figure out how I’d write about a certain thing in the vicinity.

Some examples of this from my phone notes:

“Laughter echoing through a cave, bouncing off the walls, the gift of hearing it over and over until it fades like gentle waking”

“Cheeks baked pink from the flush of her modesty”

“The last remnants of home, the dirt hidden beneath their fingernails”

“Headlights flicker between the gaps in the barrier like a slipstream of stars”

Ya know, stuff like that.

Sometimes, if I’m stuck while writing and need a thought, I look at the plot and think up complications for my characters to face. That’s how I figured out how to make Lithium 100% more plot relevant. I thought, okay, so she has this role right now, what can I add to make her stand in the way of X plan while also being an asset to Y? And boom, idea generated and problem solved.

6. What do you use to keep all your writing on? (Scrivener, Google Docs, good old pen and paper…)

I use Scrivener for all my main writing. I have a ton of phone memo notes for ideas on the go. I have a notebook full of random stuff for when I’m blocked and need to hand write something.

I also answered this further down!

7. What gave you initial inspiration for your WIP(s)?

H2H: There was a publisher who had a call for shapeshifter stories, and then I missed the deadline so I decided to try for a zine instead, then I got rejected, so I made it into my own thing.

AOPC: I needed to flesh out a piece of my homebrew DnD world, so I started worldbuilding, then it was my turn to turn in a story to be workshopped in my writing class, so I wrote a thing set in the village about the tribe and it all spiraled out from there.

FF: I had an errant thought about the script that hero and villain stories follow and wrote a thing about what would happen if one of them decided to deviate from it and BOOM the plot hit me like a semi truck.

Almost all of my short stories start with a sentence I think sounds really cool, a tone I want to try to capture (ex. the feeling of standing inside an old cathedral), or the ending moment of a character arc (I tend to work backwards).

8. How long have you been working on your WIP(s)?

I’ve been working with Heart to Heart since November 2018. I started thinking about Fish Food like 3 months ago I think? And I got the idea for All Our Painted Colors 3ish years ago, but it started as a short story that I thought about expanding about 8 months ago.

My writing process starts with a long period of thought percolation before I write anything definitive down.

9. What was the first thing you came up with for your WIP(s)?

H2H: The fact that the main character is an apothecary who uses recipes from historical documents to brew things and lives in a small town, and that their love interest changes shapes in some way.

AOPC: That the tribe is a society based around body paint, art, preserving their personal history, and stories. But mostly paint.

FF: The hero danging over a pit of hungry piranhas and asking the villain a question that throws off the whole “death threat” vibe.

10. Have you considered Hogwarts houses for your characters? If so, what are they?

Answered this for the H2H cast here.

As for the Fish Food cast:

Iron Will - Hufflepuff

Overseer - Ravenclaw

Nightmare - A Hufflepuff who asked to be in Slytherin and the hat said “yeah okay”

Lithium - Gryffindor

Babylon - Slytherin

Sparkplug - Gryffindor

11. What do you find easiest to write? (Description, dialogue, etc.)

Interiority! Free indirect discourse! Unvoiced character brain thoughts! Which I guess means description?

Writing dialogue sucks old car tires!

@azawrites‘ Questions:

what’s the best part about your writing style? I like how I build up to emotional punches. It’s like walking up a ramp, but in a literary way. And at the top of the ramp you either get a gut punch of feels or an ice cream cone.

do you write on the computer or on paper? I do most of my writing on my laptop because my hands can’t write fast enough to keep up with my brain. My typing is way faster. If I’m having trouble getting an idea down, or the tone of the writing lends itself to being handwritten (idk how to describe this, but sometimes words just gotta be scribbled, ya know?), I’ll hand write it in pen. I don’t use pencils anymore because I wasn’t allowed to in college and it kinda stuck.

what are your favourite books and why? Oh, no, there are too many. So I’ll just say my top book: The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien because of how it deals with stories and grief and remembering, the fact that it’s a story cycle (which is very cool), and the way he writes - it’s beautiful and sad and messed up and poignant. I love it.

why did you start writing? I’ve answered this before, but there was never really starting point for me. It’s just something I’ve always done.

why did you continue writing? Because I had too much fun to stop! I also get creatively constipated, I guess is how I would phrase it, and need to have some sort of narrative outlet or my brain gets really mad at me.

where do you usually write? Pretty much anywhere, but most often at my desk. I think I need a taller chair, though...

can you describe your favourite piece (written by you) in one sentence? Let’s get authory with this one: The teacher hands out the tests, multiple choice this time, but when the stapled packet slides across your desk, there’s something odd about it, something that brings the war to life inside your head, a long-forgotten voice that speaks the souls of the soldiers and tells their stories from the annals of history. Or: A multiple choice test about WWII that tells the story of 4 men from Company B from enlistment to the end of their campaign.

what’s one cliche/trope you overuse, but still like anyway? It’s a trope when it comes to my own writing, actually. Person Sits Alone in the Dark and Contemplates. I love it, I abuse the hell out of it, and I will never stop.

what music do you listen to when working on a WIP? Depends. I have a go-to Writing Flow State song, playlists to help me get in the right head space when writing certain characters, and playlists that help guide the tone of a story. I can never listen to movie or video game scores because the association of song and cinematic moment is too strong for me.

have you ever dreamed of a fictional character? Uh, I have the occasional nightmare about Kokopelli? Does that count?

what’s one thing that makes you automatically dislike a book? Overly pretentious first person POV prose (and I don’t mean purple. I mean a character who - honestly and without a hint of satire - thinks like a writer from the 1920s who just discovered what “paid by the word” means and believes they’re the wisest human being in the universe and everyone who doesn’t agree with them is the basest of idiots - barf). Gratuitous female violence. The use of the word “loins” outside of an animal context. Everything about The Beginners by Rebecca Wolff.

@inexorableblob‘s Questions:

Which of your characters could you write as twice their current age? Oh, man, I think writing Iron Will in his forties or fifties would be really cool. It’d certainly give the story a new commentary twist.

Which of your characters could you write as half their current age? (I’m not gonna cheat and say Mel, I promise.) I think writing a 30yo Treena would be very cool. However, writing a 13 or 14yo Lithium who is just learning how to use her super powers would be WILD.

What big city would your characters do best in? London? New York? Tokyo? Mexico City? Rio? The Fish Food characters would all do best in New York or London, since they’re very close to Conover. Lithium would prefer Rio, though, and Babylon would lobby for everyone to move to Tokyo. The H2H characters would do best in Mexico City or London, depending on who decides to take charge and teach everyone the local customs.

What would your characters do if they were in a small rural community that was attacked by underground worms? This is giving me too many ideas for H2H. Gemma would be a little bit furious, since she hates having to get rid of animals, especially when they’re invasive. If the worms just minded their own gosh dang business then everyone could live in peace. If we’re talkin’ normal sized worms, like worm-sized worms, then Gemma would develop a pesticide that wouldn’t kill them, but force them to the surface where they would then be stunned by whatever weird solution Mel comes up with. Then the town would have a Worm-Off, where the person who collects the most worms wins free pie for a year, courtesy of Harry’s. If we’re talkin’ DnD-style Purple Worms, like Beetlejuice worms, then Mel would take over. She’d help organize an evacuation and steal Oz’s gun, just in case. Then she’d do some spoilery things with Gemma assisting.

What is the worst place where you’ve ever wanted to write? Probably while I was taking the math section of the SATs. Kinda inconvenient, brain, thanks for that. Other terrible places: mid job interview, in the middle of an empty street at midnight, anywhere I’m sitting where I have terrible posture, watching a slam poetry event in a very crowded bar, etc.

What’s the most uncomfortable subject you’ve ever written about? I’ve written a little bit about hate crimes and loathed every second. I’ve written a character actively contemplating suicide (he was a WWII soldier) and that was not fun at all. I mean, I also wrote a paper about sexy (somewhat graphic) wlw poetry for my Sexuality class, which a lot of people would be uncomfortable with, but I thought it was a very good collection. Go read Marilyn Hacker’s stuff, it’s good.

If you had to change the ending of any famous novel, which would you pick? The Great Gatsby. We don’t end with the green light, screw the green light. Gatsby wills all of his possessions and wealth to Nick and Nick becomes the next James Gatz. But this time around, he pines for the man who was killed in the pool just below his balcony while pretending to love Jordan, who finds out and amicably marries him because 1920s. She then uses Nick/Gatsby’s money to purchase an automobile manufacturing company and makes cars in every color but yellow. (Gotta maintain that color symbolism for F. Scott, I guess.) Nick discovers Gatz’ old bootlegging and illegal activities buddies and starts up a criminal empire. He and Jordan become the biggest, queerest, most spiteful and angsty crime bosses in New York. Nick makes it his life’s mission to take down false accusers, vigilante style. The car manufacturing company is what they use to launder money. Daisy divorces Tom because they’re both terrible people. Daisy takes her daughter and moves to California. Jordan sends Daisy’s daughter money secretly, about a hundred dollars a month. The last line is something about how Gatz was always reaching out and chasing green, but because of him, Nick is steeped in dark, bloody red. I would then write a sequel about Nick and Jordan and their crime empire that spans the East Coast. God, I hate this book.

If you had to change your life, what would you change without regret? Start therapy way earlier, 100%. That would have saved me a lot of nonsense.

If the end of the world where scheduled a week from tomorrow, what would you do? Would you tell anybody? Everybody? Keep it a secret? Assuming this was legit and the end of the world was actually happening, I’d probably try to tell some big-shot geologist or something, hoping they spread the word. Other than that, since debt won’t be a thing, I’d take the people I love on a killer trip around the world.

What would you do if a wizard offered to cast one spell for you, but your worst enemy got the same spell? Hmmm. I’d ask them to cast the Self-Realization spell, so they would instantly become aware of the effect their actions have on others and know exactly how terrible they’ve been to other people their whole life. Maybe then they can be a better person. My anxiety makes this spell ineffective on me, since it’s already there! Thanks, brain!

Which would you choose, never eating in the same place, always eating the same meal, always eating with the same people, or never eating with the same people? I’d choose always eating with the same people. I like frequenting restaurants I like and eating different things. I don’t think I could deal with only eating the same thing/off the same menu forever. And I have bad social anxiety, so constantly eating with new people would probably short-circuit my brain eventually. A good meal in good company is pretty great, though.

@sunlight-and-starskies‘ Questions:

What is your favorite genre of music? I’ll always be a rock fan at heart. Right now, I really like folk rock and any kind of music that sounds like it has history behind it.

What are your favorite words? Illustrious, shimmer, soliloquy, incarnate, bound, and many more. Also most Yiddish curses.

Describe your ideal vacation. Somewhere cozy where I can explore and chill at my leisure. A week of artsy events in the city. Exploring landscapes in the country.

If you could have any fictional creature for a pet, what would it be? Why? Pegasus! I can ride and they can fly. We’d make an excellent team, and where we’d go, we wouldn’t need roads.

Which fictional universe would you live in if you had to live there for the rest of your life? Logic dictates the Star Trek universe, since I’d probably be an average civilian. Post-scarcity society? Sign me the hell up. My heart, however, is screaming ROHAN.

Favorite childhood toy? Uh... I honestly can’t remember.

What is your aesthetic? Good smelling old books with doodles and notes in the margins, a pile of unfolded clean clothes on a chair, a stack of handwritten papers perched on the corner of a desk, the smell of breakfast cooking when you wake up, the immediate “woops” shock the moment you trip over something you should’ve moved earlier.

Tell me a random fact about your current project or you. About me: I have a birthmark that kinda sorta looks like an elephant. About Fish Food: The Coalition knows what happened to Hydrophase. So does Sparkplug.

Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl, all the way. I like the idea of being a morning person, though.

What is your favorite food? Pasta! Or any kind of Asian food.

What is your happiest memory? Oh, geez. Ummm. When I was little, I would curl up in my grandpa’s armchair and eat Burger King breakfast sandwiches on Saturday mornings.

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Idk if you're taking prompts, but if you ever feel compelled: the Blue Line cast reacting to Gritty.

Ok, ok, so you are either a genius or a mind-reader or possibly both because several months ago when Gritty was introduced to the world, I texted @optomisticgirl and I was like...I’m going to write about Gritty. And because she is lovely, she encouraged said writing. Only I am woefully bad at posting things in a timely fashion, so it’s just kind of languished in my docs. Until now!

So here is approximately 6K worth of very tired new-mom Emma, supportive friends, a road trip in Philadelphia and this very specific goal. Also, if you guys have not encountered Gritty yet, let me introduce you:

LOOK AT HIS EYES! WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE. Also on Ao3 if that’s your jam.

“Ok, so, according to your list, we’ve only got the jerseys and the sticks left. Are they all game-worn though? That’s not...that’s not on the list.”Emma made a noise, not sure if it was an agreement or a disagreement or just the general sound of complete and utter exhaustion. She was having a difficult time keeping her head up. And her eyes open. Her eyes actually felt like they were falling down her face.

She was, at least, seventy-seven percent positive that wasn’t supposed to happen.

And, really, in the grand scheme of parenthood and the actual action of parenting in the middle of a season and a second-straight Cup defense, Emma knew a distinct lack of sleep was, more or less, part of the deal.

She also didn’t care.

Because her eyes seemed to have a distinct weight to them and Matt kept crying at regular twenty-minute intervals that appeared to be getting worse the longer they were stuck in Emma’s office. They were still stuck in Emma’s office.

“Em,” Mary Margaret muttered, voice quiet and cautious and that was probably because Emma hadn’t ever stopped making that noise.

She was just kind of grunting at this point.

She had no idea what to do to get her kid to stop crying. It had gotten worse since the game started.

“Are we losing?” Emma asked suddenly, and Mary Margaret’s eyes widened slightly. That was probably because they weren’t weighed down. Metaphorically, or whatever. Emma was far too tired to worry about the metaphors of it.

“No, no, I mean...not winning either, but I don’t think Arthur’s broken that many white boards. So, you know, grand scheme.”Emma made a different noise. She hoped it sounded more like a laugh than it felt. It kind of hurt, like it was lingering in the back of her throat or trying to scratch its way out and none of these things seemed particularly healthy.

“Grand scheme,” she echoed, eyes flitting towards the TV screen in the corner of her office.

They’d done road trips throughout the season – and none of them were particularly easy, but Emma was fairly certain she was still holding on to the majority of her sanity. She was at least confident her eyes weren’t actively trying to fall out of her face.

And she had help, a small army of people and in-laws who were more than happy to pick Matt up or bring Matt somewhere and Emma was fairly sure Merida was still reporting on her eating habits to Killian. It wasn’t easy, but it was ok, and Matt’s eyes seemed to actually light up every single time Killian came home which, in turn, did something incredibly specific to Emma’s entire soul.

This road trip, however, seemed intent on slowly, but surely killing her.

There were teething issues and sleeping issues and the kid seemed determined to to pull himself everywhere – knocking over everything in sight like some kind of six-month-old masquerading as Godzilla. He was still working on sitting up, but Emma had to admit even the attempt was impressive and Killian was convinced their son’s diction meant he was some kind of inevitable genius.

That genius kept him up and babbling for hours at a time.

Emma had no idea if the pile of jerseys behind her was game worn.

“If I fall asleep right here, right now, in front of you, is that going to super weird you out?” Emma asked, gaze flashing towards Mary Margaret. She shook her head.

“I’ve definitely seen you sleep in weirder places.”“Ah, yeah, that’s probably true.”

“That one time, senior year, when David had four finals in one day and you had that ridiculous...what was it...French?”Emma nodded. “French II. Because I needed a language requirement and they wouldn’t take my sports management electives instead.” “God, your dean was the worst.” “That’s an incredibly scathing insult, Reese’s.” “There are children present.” Emma’s laugh was weak at best and drifting dangerously close to depressing, eyelashes fluttering despite the sounds coming from her kid and the hockey game. “I think we’re starting to deal with some object permanence actually. He’s like...aware that I’m not going to disappear if I move away.” “He’s a genius, obviously.” “You and Killian should start some kind of campaign.” “Don’t actually suggest that around him,” Mary Margaret grinned, and she was already starting a new list. “He’d go on the record or shout it from center ice or something.” Emma hummed, not quite able to make any other noise when her heart was so busy doing whatever in her chest, but Mary Margaret was absolutely right and Killian would probably call Dorothy and get some kind of special edition of Sports Illustrated printed. And, honestly, she didn’t mean for the sigh to just fall out of her the way it did, but she’d apparently lost complete control of everything and she needed to find Kristoff.

He had to know about the jerseys.

“Hey, hey,” Mary Margaret said quickly, reaching out and tugging the pen Emma forgot she was holding out of her hand. “What’s going on with you? You know you look kind of pale.”“That’s not really the best way to start this.” “How much sleep would you say you’ve gotten on average in the last week?” “I don’t want to tell you that.” “Why?” Emma lifted her head, slowly and a little repentantly, which didn’t really make any sense because Mary Margaret was not her mother. She was the mother and she was, approximately, eighty-two percent positive she was messing it up.

Matt wouldn’t stop babbling and crying and Emma’s arms felt like they were going to fall off. It was because she kept having to pick him up. So he didn’t knock over merch for whatever Garden of Dreams event they were planning for.

She genuinely could not remember the name of the event.

“You could come back home with us,” Mary Margaret suggested. She’d never let go of Emma’s hand. “We’ve got that pop-up thing and--”“--David’s got to work tomorrow, Reese’s. You’ve got to work tomorrow. The kid wakes up, like, several times a night to scream at the moon or something.” “Did you just suggest your own kid was a werewolf?” “At this point I really don’t know.”

Mary Margaret scoffed and her smile felt a little placating, but Emma was so tired and so sure she was ruining everything that she almost didn’t care. She wanted to be placated. She wanted this road trip to be over.

She desperately wanted to find a children’s medicine that made sure her kid didn’t suffer in agony so he could, eventually, eat solid foods.

“You also have to work tomorrow,” Mary Margaret pointed out. “Just, you know...if we’re covering all our bases.”“You’re mixing up sports references.” “Playing a good shift? Does that even make sense?” Emma shrugged. “That question is way too in-depth for the amount of consistent sleep I’ve been getting. How important do you think it is to get to REM?”

“Incredibly.”“Yeah?” “Yeah,” Mary Margaret nodded. “So, uh, I’m going to say something, ok? And I want you to bite your actual tongue if you have to so you don’t interrupt me because I know you’re going to try and interrupt me.” “That’s actually kind of scathing, Reese’s.” “That’s an interruption.”

Emma mimed zipping her mouth shut, staring at Mary Margaret with something she hoped was as much sarcasm as one expression could contain, but she figured she kind of missed her mark when she had to lean back and move Matt in the swing they’d put him in once the game started.

He would have tried to walk into the TV otherwise, Emma was certain. Object permanence or something. And possibly how much he wanted to see his dad.

She absolutely hated road trips now.

“Alright,” Mary Margaret starts, nodding again like she’s psyching herself up for this particular brand of hope speech. “I know you were off after Matt was born and that was good and, you know, medically necessary, but have you considered...maybe using some of your personal days for stuff like this?”The silence in the room wasn’t really silent – Matt was still babbling and Emma could make out the dim sounds of the puck hitting the boards in Philadelphia and the commentary in the background. She blinked, licking her lips and she wasn’t exactly comfortable, one of her hands still twisted with Mary Margaret’s, while the other tried to move Matt in some kind of consistent rhythm. The babbling was quickly turning to something that sounded like the tell-tale sounds of a complete and utter meltdown.

Emma briefly considered joining him.

“Thoughts?” Mary Margaret asked.

Emma tilted her head. “That doesn’t count as an interruption?”“I actually expected the sarcasm completely, so I’m not even turned off by that at all.” “What are you then?” “Worried about you and your distinct lack of REM sleep. And whatever horrible, no good, very bad things your mind is making you think because of that lack of REM.” Eventually, Emma was sure, Mary Margaret would stop being so impossibly good at reading her or knowing her or, possibly, just sharing a few of the same brain wavelengths. She hoped not.

Because those wavelengths made sure Mary Margaret stayed in the office that night – not bothering to ask, just sitting on the ground and tugging Emma’s list out of her hand with a practiced familiarity that defied decades.

“You should take this show on the road,” Emma muttered, working a quiet laugh and knowing smile out of Mary Margaret. “I bet you could make millions.”“Who would you get to babysit all the time, then?” “You don’t have to do that.” Mary Margaret squeezed her hand. “I want to. A whole line of people want to. Several professional hockey players are beating down metaphorical doors to want to.” “I’m not sure that last sentence made much sense,” Emma laughed, and it was still a little shaky and questionably watery, vision swimming a bit in front of her, but she took a deep breath and that felt like a step in the right direction.

“And I’m not sure you’re qualified to discuss sentence structure.” Emma rolled her eyes. “Honestly though,” Mary Margaret continued. “You don’t have to be some kind of superhero. I know you could be and usually are because, well--”“--You going to get sappy on me, Reese’s?” “Yes, don’t interrupt. I know you were worried about all of this and it happened suddenly and without much planning, and that’s not really your game, but…” She took a deep breath, shoulders heaving with the force of it and Emma didn’t think she imagined the slightly glossy look to her eyes. “You are doing an incredible job, Emma,” Mary Margaret said, no hint of anything except absolute and complete honesty in her voice. “I don’t know how you’re doing it.” “Was that last part a compliment?” “Of the highest order. Because you’re doing it all. That’s kind of where I'm going with this. I know you’re worried. But the crying is normal and the lack of sleep is normal and you could probably call the pediatrician about the teething thing if it’s freaking you out.” Emma let out a breath she didn’t realize she was hoarding, only slightly stunned by the mind reading going on in her office. Matt threw something. The game on TV got louder.

“I just…” Emma muttered, twisting her lips when the words got caught in the back of her throat. With the emotion. There was too much emotion. She was a mess.

“I know you do,” Mary Margaret promised. At some point she’d laced her fingers through Emma’s, thumb tapping just above the relatively-new laces sitting on her left wrist again. “Everyone does. And you are. The crying jags aside, that is the happiest and most loved kid in the entire National Hockey League.”“That’s definitely the marker we were going for.” Mary Margaret scoffed, shifting closer to Emma so she could wipe away a tear she hadn’t noticed either. “Don’t lie to my face like that, it’s not cool.”

Emma nodded, tugging her lips behind her teeth and trying to remember what any semblance of confidence looked like. Matt quieted for a moment, the sounds turning a bit closer to whimpers and that was, somehow, even worse. It made Emma’s body tense and her spine seemed to audibly snap back into place when she jerked around, eyebrows pulled low as her lungs desperately tried to get oxygen back to her brain.

“I know we’re not really doing that whole pronunciation thing yet, kid,” Emma said, pulling out of Mary Margaret’s and tugging Matt against her chest before she could remember all the reasons the websites told her she shouldn't. “But it’d be really great if we could fine tune what, exactly, has got you freaking out so much. Dad’s going to be home tonight.”

It didn’t work.

The sounds were still there – sinking into Emma’s skin and that same soul that never quite knew what to do with the idea that this was her life. She bobbed on her feet, rocking back and forth and trying to find a comfortable way to hold Matt and work her phone out of her back pocket at the same time.

That didn’t work either.

She was going to scream.

Or cry.

Or fall on the floor and sleep for several days.

Matt squirmed against her, tiny hands gripping her shirt and for a kid who seemed particularly interested with the National Hockey League he had a pretty good right kick, a move he appeared intent on perfecting by landing it in Emma’s liver.

“What if we just walked to Philadelphia?” she asked, directing the question more to Mary Margaret than Matt.

Mary Margaret smiled. “I don’t know if that entirely efficient. They’re already at the second intermission anyway and--”She didn’t finish the sentence, footsteps coming down the hall and a noise that might have been genuine laughter and not just exhaustion-induced insanity and Matt nearly flew out of Emma’s arms as soon as Ruby rounded the corner of the open doorway.

She was holding takeout bags. So was Henry. She’d brought Henry with her.

“Hey mini-Jones,” Ruby said, hardly breaking stride as she walked towards him. “You causing problems up here? We could hear you as soon as we got off the elevator.”“Not as soon as we got off the elevator,” Henry objected. “It took us at least a few steps before we heard him. Impressive lungs though.” Emma groaned. “You guys are all throwing out really horrible compliments.” “Aw, c’mon,” Mary Margaret sighed. She hadn’t gotten off the ground. “My compliment was good! And genuine!”

“Also,” Ruby added, moving some of the bags so she had a free hand to tug on the back of Matt’s onesie. “She managed to surreptitiously text me when it was becoming more and more obvious you guys were never getting out of here, so not only do I come with a plethora of promises that you’re the best mom this side of the Mississippi, but I’ve also got just a questionable amount of fried food to back up those claims.”“Do those go hand in hand?” Henry asked. He had to move a few piles of paper on Emma’s desk to find any open space, but there really was a ton of food and he kept smiling and maybe the Rangers would score in the third period.

That was almost optimistic.

Ruby shrugged. “I don’t know and I don't care. Emma’s too tired to be worried about my sentence structure anyway.”

“These are not the compliments I was promised,” Emma said, but she was tired and practically overflowing with sentimental thoughts and deep-rooted parental desires and maybe she’d take tomorrow off.

Merida probably knew what the event was called anyway.

“The compliment is that you’re some kind of super mom who’s really worried about totally normal teething schedules. Also you and Cap need to coordinate your worry a little better because Scarlet said--”“I’m sorry, are you gossiping about mine and Killian’s parenting with Scarlet?” Ruby didn’t quite glare, but it was almost like a scowl and Henry did try to turn his laugh into some other kind of noise. Mary Margaret was never going to get off the floor. “Give me a little credit, Em,” Ruby sighed. “Did you see the way Cap skated in Carolina?” “I watch the games, Ruby.” “Exactly. So we all know that no one in the Jones household is sleeping and you’re both absurd parents--”

“--In a way that is actually a compliment,” Henry added, flashing a smile when Emma’s eyes darted his direction.

“Again, exactly,” Ruby muttered. “But Cap could barely stay on the ice for more than thirty seconds and then they had the off day and now Arthur's breaking whiteboards in Philly and you have no idea what your event is called.”Emma blinked. “How do you know that?” “About the shifts or...because that’s kind of just basic math.” “That’s not really Emma’s strong suit either,” Mary Margaret muttered, shrugging when Emma gaped at her. “French II and that intro to stats we took sophomore year. Your academic downfall.”

“I passed both of those classes,” Emma said, and Henry wasn’t even trying to mask his laugh anymore.

“Ehh…”Emma rolled her eyes, but she didn’t really have a leg to stand on and she needed both of them if she was going to make sure the kid her in arms stayed there. “Is Scarlet worried about Killian’s sleeping habits? Is that what’s happening?” “Robin too,” Henry said, answering a question that wasn’t entirely directed at him. “He said Killian’s trying to murder mattresses.” “That’s impressive,” Ruby muttered. Emma didn’t object when she pulled Matt out of her hands, thankful for the lack of weight on her forearms and the no-longer present threat to a variety of internal organs. “The road trips are going to be garbage from here on out, Em,” she continued. “But we’re all still here and Cap’s destroying hotel furniture because he wants to be home that much and you’re way more organized than you honestly have any right to be and Mer said the jerseys were game-worn. Obviously.” “She didn’t say that second part,” Henry added.

Ruby waved a dismissive hand through the air. “That’s neither here nor there. So, we’ve brought the food, the third period’s about to start. Direct us, o fearless community relations leader. What has to be organized?”They weren’t quite a well-oiled machine – Matt was far too loud and squirmy for that and Emma’s legs didn’t entirely appreciate when she leapt up with five minutes left in the game, but she had some kind of sixth sense, or so Ruby proclaimed, and she might have actually fist pumped when Killian pulled his stick back.

It wasn’t the best shot in the world. It wasn’t even the best shot he’d taken all season. But it was a shot and there was a bit of power on it and her soul did something absurd again.

Mary Margaret’s breath caught. Loudly.

The Philadelphia defense hadn’t stood a chance, not really, and Killian hadn’t been sleeping much either, even when he was home, not really, but he still moved up the ice with a speed that was as ridiculous as attractive and Emma had clearly lost her mind. She wasn’t supposed to be attracted to an attribute of her husband’s game.

Her mind, however, did not care.

Her mind was moving as quickly as he was, a streak of blue up the ice and it was actually some kind of miracle the Philadelphia defender didn’t trip over his own skates. Robin’s pass slide between a pair of orange jerseys and around a stick that wasn’t entirely on the ice, the puck landing in front of Killian and he didn’t slow down when he pulled back. His hips barely moved, like he wasn’t even trying, and Henry mumbled something that sounded a hell of a lot like did that even go in behind Emma.

She nodded.

And the light went off.

She wasn’t sure what noise she made, but Killian spun around, back colliding with the nearest board in the Wells Fargo Center as his arm wrapped around Robin’s shoulders. They did something stupid, a shake of their heads and smiles obvious as the camera zoomed in and--

“Oh, they planned that,” Emma muttered, Ruby’s quiet hum of confusion barely audible when Matt started to make noise again. “They planned that,” she repeated. “The whole play. Did you see that? Robin didn’t even look up. He knew Killian was going to be there.”Emma turned back towards Henry, the smile on his face turning a little smug and a little knowing. “What do you know?” “That Robin was annoyed Killian was trying to pummel hotel mattresses into submission and demanded they discuss some kind of breakout on the power play if they were both going to get negative amounts of sleep.” “That last one verbatim?” He nodded. “It wasn’t a power play though.” “Guess Killian’s just that fast.” “Maybe he could walk back here,” Mary Margaret mumbled, and Matt was logging some pretty good mileage as he moved from person to person in an office filled with now-organized merch.

“I wouldn’t put it past him, actually.”Emma hummed or laughed or dissolved into those emotions that had been tugging at the back of her mind for the majority of the night, and she was almost confident they’d be able to get out of the Garden without anymore issues or concerns regarding her ability to parent, but that lasted less than a full second and the scream that came a few feet away echoed in between her ears.

That wasn’t biologically possible either.

“Oh my God,” she sighed, visibly deflating at Mary Margaret’s wide eyes and Ruby’s not-so-quiet gasp. Emma was going to comp the car she called. She was going to call out the next day. “What is happening here?”

She reached forward, pulling Matt back and wincing at several well-placed kicks. “What are we doing, kid? Did you not just see Dad score? That was a good goal! We’re probably going to win now. Aren’t we cool with winning?”“Ma ma ma ma ma maaaaaaaaa.”

The word got less and less pronounced the more Matt kept repeating it, twisting and turning and yanking on the ends of Emma’s hair and the front of her shirt. His legs flailed and his head dropped back and she was absolutely going to have the most impressive forearm muscles of anyone on the entire island of Manhattan.

“You know, I thought we were almost drifting close to actually falling asleep,” Ruby mused, trying without much success to rest her hand on Matt’s back. “Wishful thinking, I guess.”“Welcome to my world,” Emma mumbled. She shifted her weight between her feet, trying to work back towards the swing and the teething ring that was probably just lukewarm plastic at this point and they’d been doing so well. The road trip was going to end on a high note and she was going to be some kind of mother of the year with a husband whose speed on ice should probably get studied at some point.

That was such a weird sentence.

She was so goddamn tired.

And she didn’t know what to do next.

Emma muttered a string of increasingly absurd nonsense, trying to smile and not burst into tears, but that was proving more and more difficult and she was dimly aware of laughter coming from the TV.

“Oh shit,” Henry whispered, clicking his teeth when Mary Margaret made some kind of reproachful noise. “No, no, no, just...ok, don’t tell Gina I said that, but, listen, Emma, turn around. Don’t let Mattie look at the TV.”That was not the string of words she expected. At all.

“What?”“Where’s your remote?” “What?” Henry growled, his whole head rolling in frustration, and that wasn’t right either. There were takeout containers everywhere. One of them crunched under his feet when he moved, darting towards the TV with his hand already out and Emma was worried he was going to punch through the actual screen.

And that was when she saw it.

“What the hell is that thing?” Emma demanded, gesturing wildly towards the ice in Philadelphia and the furry, orange monstrosity shooting t-shirts out of an air-powered gun. “Oh my God, why are his eyes moving like that?”She expected Ruby to laugh even less than she expected Henry to swear. Maybe she’d just walk home. Screw the car. “Gritty?” Ruby asked, and Emma could not come up with a single word to respond to that.

The stupid thing was trying to dance on the ice. Matt cried louder.

“What is a Gritty?” Emma shouted, Henry still making ridiculous noises because her TV was state of the art or something and there were no buttons on the actual thing. “Ok, ok, Mattie, Mattie, we’ve got to breathe kid, the absolutely terrifying monster is not going to come out of the TV and attack us.”

“Should we be referring to him as a monster?” Mary Margaret asked. She grabbed the jersey on top of the closest pile, throwing it over the TV screen and it didn’t really cover everything, but it was at least a start and Emma was kind of terrified of Gritty.

Whatever that actually was.

“He’s a mascot,” Ruby reasoned. “I mean...we’ve all seen mascots before, right?”Emma shook her head, disbelief in her gaze. “We don’t have a mascot. Oh my God, Reese’s, do you think he was crying about this asshole the whole game?”

“I think that seems entirely possible,” Mary Margaret said, a hint of a smile tugging at her mouth.

“This is not funny!”

“I mean…”“It’s not!”

“It’s a little funny,” Henry admitted. He was still trying to find the remote, but the game was almost over and Emma figured even terrifying, demon mascots had to get off the ice when there was a faceoff to take. “How have you never seen Gritty before, he was like...a cultural phenomenon.”“Can we please stop referring to him by his name? That is a man in a suit. An absolutely terrifying, shouldn’t exist suit.” “He’s been around for months, Em,” Ruby said. “All season. Oh.” “Oh. Oh, what?” “And you were worried you weren’t super Mom.” Emma didn’t respond immediately, but she tilted her head and tried not to covet that title too much. She wondered how quickly the entire New York Rangers could get out of Philadelphia. “Where are you going with this?” “They announced the mascot right before the start of the regular season,” Ruby grinned. “Henry’s right. He was all over the news and late night and social media because, you know--” “--He’s terrifying?”

“It’s the eyes, I think. If he didn’t have googly eyes, it wouldn’t be an issue.”“What does this have to do with my parenting skills?” “More like you becoming a parent,” Mary Margaret corrected. “I think you were a little preoccupied with, you know, giving birth to be worried about Philadelphia mascots that never should have existed.” “Wow, that’s harsh, M’s,” Henry muttered, still kind of laughing and he grinned when Emma’s head snapped his direction. “But also true.” “See,” Ruby crowed. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Em. If anything, you’re saving mini-Jones’ mental stability from the get because you made sure he wasn’t aware of a world where Gritty existed. And you totally went into complete Mom mode as soon as Henry said.” Emma wasn’t sure she was actually capable of blushing at this point – her capillaries or whatever were probably too exhausted, but she had never been very good at science either and Matt had finally stopped crying.

Mary Margaret’s eyes were distinctly glossy again.

“It’s ok,” Emma whispered, tightening her hold on Matt slightly and he didn’t squirm at all. He might have burrowed further into her chest. “You’re ok, I promise.”

And she didn’t walk back uptown, both Mary Margaret and Ruby scandalized at even the notion. She sat in the back of a town car instead, a sleeping baby next to her, a quiet that, somehow, made it easier to breathe. Mary Margaret helped her carry everything upstairs.

Emma didn’t plan on falling asleep, but her eyes had other ideas and she didn’t hear the lock click back in place, startling on the couch when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

He grinned at her.

“Hey,” Killian muttered, crouching in front of her and brushing the hair away from her eyes. “You can’t possibly be comfortable.”“I don’t know that I could actually move, honestly.” “I’m not sure that’s much better.” “Nice shot.” “It was an experiment.” “Yeah, I figured,” Emma said, and she appreciated whatever his eyebrows did at that. “Please, Locksley didn’t even lift his head up. Did you have to come up with some kind of signal, or how did it work, exactly?” “Do the years of experience not count?” Emma made a contrary noise, twisting despite the protests from several dozen muscles and Killian, tugging lightly on the loose tie still around his neck. His grin got bigger. “We counted. Scarlet was supposed to pass out of the zone and I had six seconds to get up the ice. Locksley had four to get to the other faceoff circle.” “I wasn’t aware Scarlet was part of the plan.”

Killian hummed, a quick brush of lips over her forehead and it was an impressive exercise in balance. “We had some time to kill.”“So I heard.” “Henry?” “Maybe you’re the genius.” “Ah, that just means it’s genetic,” Killian said. His fingers clearly had minds of their own, drifting over Emma’s neck and her shoulder and the bit of skin where her shirt had twisted underneath her. “You didn’t have to try and wait up for me, love.” “Try being the operative word.” “I appreciate the effort.” “You’ve got to sleep more on the road.”

“You’ve got to sleep more all the time.”She clicked her tongue, scrunching her nose and Killian’s capillaries clearly weren’t too exhausted to blush – particularly on the tips of his ears. “Ruby or Reese’s?” “Both. And David. They’re worried about you.”

“It was just a shitty road trip,” Emma whispered, not trusting herself to do anymore. Plus the sleeping kid a few feet away. Especially the sleeping kid a few feet away. “Did you hear about the mascot incident?”Killian blinked. And blinked again. “What?” “There is apparently some kind of actual monster masquerading as a mascot in Philadelphia and our kid is fundamentally terrified. Screamed every single time they showed him on the broadcast. Apparently.” “Apparently?” “I didn’t realize until the third period.” Emma’s nose was going to get stuck that way. Her sigh sounded impossibly pathetic when it fell out of her, throat tightening against the wad of everything stuck in the back of it and Killian really could not have been comfortable. He didn’t move. “We can’t fix everything, Swan,” he said softly, fingers still tracing absent minded patterns on any bit of skin he could find. “I don’t think there’s a clause for mascots anywhere.” “And you’ve read enough websites. You’d totally have found it.” “So would you, love.” “I’m so tired.” It wasn’t an admission, not really. Everyone knew. Strangers on the street knew. Gritty probably knew. God, she hoped Gritty didn’t know. But it kind of felt like one anyway, and she really could not cope with the realization that it only took Killian six seconds to get up an entire NHL-size hockey rink.

And she hadn’t really considered the fact that he hadn’t kissed her yet, but the move still caught Emma by surprise, quick and somewhere dangerously close to bruising and they were both slightly codependant disasters who just wanted to give their kid the world – particularly one without horrifying and badly named mascots.

“So we should probably get you off the couch,” Killian said, standing back up and Emma didn’t take his hand so much as she threw her palm against his. He laughed under his breath. “Move the kid? Don’t move the kid?”“Move the kid,” she groaned. “He’s bound to wake up soon anyway, I think he’s preprogrammed to know when you get home.” Killian’s ears got redder. And that was worse than recorded speed on the ice.

He brushed his lips over her cheek, moving across the living room and Matt didn’t wake up immediately, but he twisted and made a few pointed noises, Killian only wincing slightly when he bobbed on his feet to try and quiet him. “The workout after the workout,” Emma muttered, a hand on his shoulder and body against his back, and she swore she heard him smile.

“Ah, this is better.”“A line.” “A first line, actually. That’s got a very impressive plus-minus rating in the last few games.” “Are we acknowledging that stat?” “When it benefits me.” Emma laughed, pressing her face into the fabric underneath her cheek and if she was going to keep making sweeping assumptions regarding Killian, then she was positive she felt some of his muscles loosen underneath her. “Parents of the year,” she mumbled.

“I bet we could organize some charity event to practice slapshots at Gritty’s face.”“That’s violent.” “In defense of a kid, Swan.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Emma agreed, and there were feeding schedules and equipment to move, but sleep was almost there and it was always easier when she and Killian were in the same bed. “C’mon, if we don’t move, I’m going to fall on top of you.” “Not the worst thing in the world.” “That was another line.” “Yeah, it was,” Killian said, an easy nod and smile and they both slept through their alarms the next morning.

And Gritty never really went away, a lesson Emma wasn’t entirely sure she appreciated, but was sure the world thought was important – something about confronting fears and our own childhood worries and the ability to overcome both. The mascot was still there, orange with far too much fur and those goddamn googly eyes, terrifying Matthew Jones for the majority of his childhood and road trips he and his, eventual, younger sister got to go on.

The mascot was still there, shooting t-shirts into a screaming crowd at Wells Fargo, nearly two decades later and Emma hadn’t considered the implications of that when she put on a different jersey with the same name and number as it always was. At least she hadn’t until Henry chuckled lightly next to her, elbowing something that might have been her spleen to get her attention.

“Did you tell Rol?” she asked, glancing towards the grown man with his own kids who was doing a pretty good job of being super dad too. “Mattie’ll be mad if Rol’s got something else to trash talk tonight.” Henry shook his head. “Who do you think I am, Emma?” “Someone who knows about a professional hockey player’s deep-rooted mascot fears.” “You’re making assumptions. And, no, I never told Rol. It’s Matt’s first game in Philadelphia. I’m excited for him. I’m not a jerk.” “But?” “How do you know there was a but?”

Emma pulled her eyes away from the ice, nerves churning and pulse beating loudly in her veins and she’d been far too concerned about Matt playing in Philadelphia for the first time and playing against Roland, but Henry just smiled at her. The kid standing at his feet tugged on his jersey. A Locksley jersey. Always now.

“But,” Henry echoed. “We did discuss some quick exit options out of the arena if he’s suddenly attacked by Gritty.”

Her laugh jumped out of her, entirely impossible and far too loud to be acceptable and Emma didn’t think before flinging her arms around Henry and hugging him as tightly as she could. He hugged her back.

“I doubt the mascot will attack,” Henry muttered. “But now, at least, we’re prepared.”“Exactly.” The mascot didn’t come back onto the ice in the first period, but Matthew Jones, making his Philadelphia debut against the guy who helped him practice the wristshot he was quickly becoming known for, made it up the ice in seven seconds flat, the puck on his stick and the light going off almost as soon as he pulled back to shoot.

Emma jumped and Henry jumped and Killian might have hit the window of the suite, pride practically radiating off him. “We’ll get that time down, Swan,” he promised. “Five by the end of the regular season.”

“Parents of the year,” Mary Margaret said, a twenty painted on both of her cheeks that were quickly getting smuged by the tears in her eyes. “With some headlines to prove it.”

Emma didn’t answer – absolutely could not answer while her kid was still celebrating – but she nodded and Killian tugged her against his side, a kiss to her temple and the belief that they’d done something good.

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woodland creatures tour - day 7 (greensboro)

normally i feel very weird about sleeping over people’s houses, just in general??? you know what i mean? sometimes you just can’t get comfortable because you’re not in your own bed, not because of where you are or who you’re with. on tour i’m so fucking exhausted and so comfortable with living like i’m a backpacker that it’s all just normal to me. like a brat i located the couch and crawled up onto it while everyone else took an air mattress. i would have slept on an air mattress but we couldn’t fit one lmao.

i automatically woke up at like 8:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep, so i got up and started getting ready. tour has also made me skilled at being able to freshen up and do my makeup in the crevice of any house, hotel, car, you name it. i try not to make noise but inevitably everyone heard me and slowly woke up one by one. the door was unlocked so i started to pack whatever i could into the van. god, it was so beautiful out. though we were in the south, and the temperature was still pretty high day-to-day, at this moment it just felt like the most beautiful fall weather. we managed to get out of the house at 9:30 am, which we were aiming for. james’ roommate, who was leaving for work, kindly wished us well as we packed up the van to head out. we unfortunately missed james so i shot him a text.

the day before, taylor and i coordinated a group outing to the greensboro science center, which was a museum, zoo and aquarium all in one. for the price of $12 per person, since we were a group!!! incredible! before heading to greensboro, which would be our shortest drive all of tour (an hour and a half!), we hit starbucks and panera again. when we pulled up to the panera it was in a shopping plaza with people lined up waiting for like... verizon to open???? so bizarre.

i desperately needed to hunker down and get some work done before we hit the road, for the most part my phone was providing reliable wifi but i had a time sensitive task that needed to be completed. once that was done we hit the road. we arrived to the science center and once pulses. showed up, we headed in. the science center was so sick. we started our trek around the building at like 1, and penguin feeding was at 3:30. but with so much exploring to do, we knew we’d be able to kill two hours and a half easily.

we started with the zoo portion a

nd saw a lot of cool animals. they had a lot of atypical mammals you don’t always see at zoos. what they DID have was R E D P A N D A S, and theY WERE AWAKE. back at home we have the cape may zoo which is soooooo sick, i love going there, but their red pandas are always sleeping. i literally cried because the red pandas at this exhibit were so much closer, and they were romping around their lil home. the one red panda hopped off its perch and CAME TO THE WINDOW TO SAY HELLO IT JUMPED UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. i definitely made a fool of myself getting loudly emotional but i didn’t care in the slightest. my entire life was made. we also saw an owl at the barn where the petting zoo was!!!

we were all laughing so fucking hard cracking jokes at every exhibit. it felt like an adult school field trip hahaha. i was having so much fun. it was nice to enjoy something together and not be stuck in a van in a rush to get somewhere. the outdoor area tuckered us out pretty badly from being in the heat, so it was nice to get back inside to go check out the aquarium in the air-conditioned building. the aquarium was pretty sick, there was a tank that was home to the biggest octopus i have ever seen in person. i was most interested in the otters and penguins, to be honest. we also hit the touch tank which was sick, except i had to soak my entire fucking arm just to maybe get a crumb of attention from a sting ray. they were swimming everywhere but where i planted myself.

after going through the aquarium, we still had some time to kill before the penguin feeding at 3:30 pm. we hit the gift shop, where they had red panda and barn owl plushes. what a coincidence, both our tour mascots!! i’m a sucker for stuffed animals so of course i bought one. taylor bought an owl for pulses. so now we both had FRIENDS to represent our bands. we went downstairs to go check out the snakes and lizards. not as exciting for me, but still sick. we were going to hit the museum part finally, but it was 3:20 so we figured might as well head over to the penguins. it was worth the wait. there was a penguin named gojira haha

it turned out that there was enough time for us to get food together before the show. jaime found a restaurant named pastabilities, it was a sit-down but you could make your own pasta dish chipotle-style???? so i got chickpea pasta with chicken, sundried tomatoes, spinach and mushrooms. sooooooooooooooooooo good. i wasn’t going to get pasta because i was going to try to be a healthy guy but ugh what the fuck ever. i love pasta. i’m not going to rob myself of pasta opportunities!!!! we had another really wonderful meal together as a tour package. i guess because we were the biggest group and you could hear us talking loudly about tour the staff figured out we were musicians. the manager came over and started asking who played what haha.

after a delicious early dinner, we drove to our hotel for check-in so that we could drop our personal bags. pulses. followed us because they were just driving home after the show later, and waited in the parking lot until they could head to the venue. i forget the name of the hotel we stayed at but the people in there were super suspect, and projecting those vibes FOR sure. taylor said she thinks she saw a guy walking around with a burner phone as a car was slowly driving in circles around the parking lot. i’m like great, last thing we need is another scary motel. our stuff ended up being fine though, it was one of the better spots we stayed at.

pulses. awaited us at the venue and we arrived a little after load-in started. it was super quiet when we showed up, we set up quickly and waited around. the house we played, ice house, was huge. so much more massive than houses in new brunswick where students in jersey host shows, mostly. there was so much room to move around and sit, it was nice. at first it seemed like not many people were inside, but then you go outside and there’s DOZENS of kids hanging out drinking. eventually more and more people came inside to watch the bands too. glow and terms x conditions were great!

for all of us, it had been a weird afternoon, but we did our best to be positive and just rip our set(s) as best as we could. and the change in attitude paid off! both our bands received awesome crowd response from the people who attended. it was awesome to see people jamming out and genuinely having a good time. also uh a fight broke out during our set??? insane. there was a kid trying to take down everyone, like just to the ground lmao, and when he tried to do it to david he put in a chokehold. and david grabbed his arm and was just like, STOP. i made everyone stop playing until we sorted out that everything was all right. i had to play without my in-ears which sucked, in the past i have always struggled and tired myself out trying to sing loud enough over the monitors. so i just tried to listen carefully, sing carefully and trust myself. and joe said i hit some like bananas note during synapse that i haven’t been able to do since?? i remember going for it and it was fine, idk maybe it was actually BAD, but i will never know now haha.

we didn’t sell merch, nor make a lot of money, but i think what counts as a successful show is when people receive you super well. leaving a positive first impression on somebody as a band is so important to me because that person could potentially go on to listen to us for a long time. i will say though, it’s important to try to help touring bands make money if you can, like legit anything. i know we’re small guys and we’re not worth much, but we travel so far from home. and this is the ONE time of year that we actually do need money to operate. i’ve run into people who don’t believe in this, or don’t understand. i guess it won’t be possible to make those people understand until it happens to them. it’s why we can only tour on vacation time and even then we deplete our funds.

we sweat our fucking asses off playing the house because it had no AC, so nothing could feel more refreshing than loading out during a rainstorm. i wasn’t even mad that it was raining. it felt so amazing. normally i bug out during crazy storms, but the thunderstorm was lighting up the sky in an incredible display. it continued as we said our goodbyes to pulses. before they headed back to virginia late, and we made our way to sheetz for post-gig eats. i wasn’t going to pig out but i was feeling the munchies. sheetz doesn’t really have anything wawa doesn’t have except for the tacos, so i got some hard shell tacos that were absolutely banging. also wonderful, they had my favorite flavor of bon & viv (black cherry rosemary) so i grabbed that too. eating tacos and drinking late was NOT a smart move the night before we played our last show on tour, but boy did it feel like a nice TREAT after playing a fantastic show.

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