#this is what you get for liking my forever starter call B)

[just-mary-ann]

Sneak peek of my newest showtime fanfic about TADC Harlequin AU.

Sequel to my other work on ao3 "Purple"

TADC Harlequin AU BY @tadc-harlequin-au

Lilac

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ A liiiiiiitle suggestive talk between two personalities.

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Caine and Pomni were cuddling in the Puppetmaster's bedroom. Since Pomni's mind had short-circuited, causing her to behave like the Performer Harlequin for a while, they had grown closer. However, Pomni still struggled to accept her feminine side. And now, she was dreaming of her dark subconscious.

"This... is Caine's office." Harlequin looked around.

"It's comfortable here. And there's something to read." The voice from the sofa reached Pomni's ears.

Harlequin drew her sword and pointed it at the source of the sound. Performer Pomni lay on the sofa, reading a book.

"You? B-but how? I killed you!" Pomni shook her head in denial.

"You dispelled me, yes." Pomni closed the book and stood up. "But no matter how you look at it, I'm a part of you. From now on and forever. So..." She awkwardly spread her arms and smiled.

Combat Pomni's right eye twitched, and a yellow light flared up in it.

"GO TO HELL!" She lunged at the second personality with her sword. Performer Pomni easily and gracefully dodged. "What? How did you dodge?"

"We share skills and motor memory." Pomni began examining her left hand. "So predicting your moves isn't hard. Plus, I have access to your memories."

"I already know that last part," Combat Pomni sheathed her sword. "You showed me a memory of a battle in the smoke back then."

"Yup. I love playing with the past." Performer Pomni placed her hands on her red cheeks and wiggled her hips. "And I have a special fondness for how gently Caine hugs us."

Combat Pomni blushed, trembling with rage.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DIGGING THROUGH MY MEMORIES?"

"Oh, cut me some slack." Performer Harlequin put one hand on her hip and waved the other dismissively. "You won't let me enjoy his touches. Let me at least drool over them."

Combat Harlequin cooled down a bit. The angry grimace left her face.

"So if I give you access to the body, you'll stop rifling through my memory card?"

A purple eye sparkled. Performer Pomni playfully ran her hand through her hair, letting it flutter.

"Oh. Is a deal in the making?"

"I haven't promised you anything!" Combat Harlequin pointed a finger in Performer Harlequin's face. "But I'm willing to listen to you. By the way," Combat Pomni crossed her arms. "what should I call you? Just 'slut' isn't an option."

"WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH A NICKNAME?!" Performer Pomni's turn to get angry came. But she took a deep breath and exhaled, pressing a finger to her cheek. "How about Lilac? A shade of purple, like my eye."

Pomni nodded.

"Alright, Lilac, I'm listening."

"Okay. For starters," Lilac thought, her cheeks burning bright red. "I want to spend hot nights with Mr. Puppetmaster."

"Go to hell. Any other requests?" Pomni said absolutely neutrally.

"Oh, come on. It's the same body! He won't notice the switch!" Lilac stomped her foot in frustration. "Well. Either you let me have fun with him once in a while, or I'll keep digging through your shared memories and enjoying the view." She haughtily raised her nose.

"Argh. Fine. One night in one lunar cycle." Pomni showed one finger.

"Not fair. That's too little. I want once a phase." Lilac showed four fingers.

"Deal." Pomni agreed through gritted teeth. The two personalities shook hands. "Then sit tight and don't bother me until the new phase starts."

"Actually," Lilac covered her mouth with her fingers, "tonight is the new moon."

Pomni's mind short-circuited. Right. How could she forget?

"Well, it's already started, so it doesn't count. Wait until the end of the first quarter." Pomni felt something between fear and awkwardness for the first time.

"Nuh-uh." Lilac wagged her finger side to side. "Don't you dare refuse me. We agreed. So tonight, I'll be enjoying the Puppetmaster's warm and pleasant touches."

Silence hung between Pomni and Lilac.

"Fucking nympho." Pomni broke the silence.

"Look who's talking!" Lilac retorted indignantly.

to be continued

[smittywing]

FicBit 10: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER. However, there is only one more part and it's already mostly done. Whew.

Red Robin was in Red Hood’s territory, and he was brandishing a greasy paper bag of Big Belly Burger.

“What are you doing on my turf?” Jason demanded, trying to ignore that he could *smell* the onions from two feet away.

“It’s been pointed out to me,” Tim said wryly, “that I may have been a shit to you.”

Jason shrugged because he fucking hated that Tim’s questions had gotten to him and he wasn’t ready to admit it.

“I hear burgers are the going rate for an apology,” Tim added, shaking the bag a little.

“And fries?” Jason asked, relenting. 

“And fries,” Tim confirmed. 

Jason swept the bag out of his hand and dug out the top burger. Loaded with onions. Perfection.  “So let’s hear it,” he mumbled around the first bite.

Tim lifted the lenses on his domino and rolled his eyes. Jason coughed out a laugh around his double beef patties.

“I’m sorry I got all up in your business,” Tim said. “I wanted - I wanted too many things and I tried to make them all work.”

Jason lifted his own lenses to share his side eye. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asked.

Tim scratched the back of his head. “You had me pretty fucked up, with that kiss,” he admitted.”I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I guess I wanted to be part of what you were going through, like…Bernard was for me.”

“No names in the field,” Jason scolded, shoving some fries into his mouth. “And Cannon Fodder is your actual boyfriend. Were you going to be my actual boyfriend?”

“No,” Tim said immediately and blushed. “I just.”

“Help!”

Jason snapped his attention away from Tim. “Hello?” he called. “Do you need help?”

A child, a little boy, maybe seven or eight, ran out of the alley, his hands fisted in his sweatshirt. “It’s my mom,” he said. “She needs help.”

Jason flipped the lenses on his domino back down and tossed the bag to Tim. “Show me where she is,” he directed.

“This way,”the kid said and ran back down the alley. Jason followed, his long strides eating up the distance between himself and the kid, and then he saw a woman huddled over some cardboard boxes. She was protecting her stomach and Jason’s heart pounded as he assumed the worst. 

“Let me see,” he said, kneeling next to her. “Help is here.”

He heard, rather than saw the taser as she fired, and he barely had time to say, “Fuck,” before everything went black.

*

Jason gained consciousness slowly and regretfully.  For starters, he was upside down and his nose was running.  (It seemed like a problem that would solve itself, but no.)  Moving on, he was lashed to Tim, who was also unconscious.  His head was tucked under Jason’s chin, his mouth breathing short puffs of air against Jason’s neck.  At least he was breathing.  Their hands were tied, Jason’s behind his back and Tim’s in front of him, which basically put them right in Jason’s groin.  For fuck’s sake.  As if Jason didn’t have enough problems with wanting Tim, some absolute psycho went and  put Tim’s hands in Jason’s lap and was probably laughing while Jason tried to be cool about it.  Finally, Jason craned his head down to see what they were dangling over.  Acid?  Alligators?  Something that started with the letter B?

Nope.  Concrete.  Great.  He groaned and Tim stirred against him.

“Wake up, Baby Bird,” he said because the jig was up and he might as well have company in immortal humiliation.  “They got us.”

“Temporary situation,” Tim said crisply, even though his voice was muffled by Jason’s skin and his own shirt.  

“Let’s not fall on our heads,” Jason suggested when he realized Tim was picking the ties on his own hands.  Actually, falling on his head sounded pretty good right now, with Tim’s hands shifting and twitching *so fucking close* and his cock aching for those hands to hold it.  Only Jason could get a stiffy while dangling over certain death.

“Just stay really still for a sec,” Tim said, and then he twisted around and wrapped his arms around Jason’s back. Jason tried not to die inside. Tim tucked his head into the small of Jason’s back - it was really weird to get turned on by this, right? - and rotated his body so he was facing upright, his knees hooked around Jason’s shoulders. “You need my pick before I jump?” he asked.

“I have a knife,” Jason replied, choked.

Tim pushed off and somersaulted to the floor. His landing was light, not as soundless as Dick’s, but far less noisy than Jason’s was about to be. Tim had freed Jason’s feet, which had been  tied with his own, so Jason wrapped one leg in the hanging chain before he sliced apart the ropes holding his hand. He grasped the chain and swung himself down, landing beside Tim with a quiet thunk.

“I don’t know what kind of candyass bullshit that was,” he said, rubbing at his chest which still tingled from the taser. “But we need to kick some asses.”

“I got tased by a third grader.” Tim sounded salty. “I’m guessing it’s not my drug ring.”

“We weren’t even in costume when we pissed them off,” Jason pointed out. “It’s gotta be somebody else.”

“Smart enough to use decoys, dumb enough to leave us alone,” Tim added.

Jason tried to remember the woman’s face as he bent over her. “Mind control?” he asked. “Hatter’s still in Arkham, isn’t he?”

Tim tapped his earbud. “Oracle,” he asked. “Is Mad Hatter still in Arkham?” He looked at Jason and shook his head. A metal door screamed open a thousand feet away and about a dozen people marched through the opening. “Oh. That fits. Yeah, Red Hood and I will take care of it.”

“Who is it?” Jason demanded, unholstering his guns. 

“Professor Pyg,” Tim said. “He escaped sometime this afternoon. He probably hasn’t had time to turn anyone into a Dollotron yet but he has some method of mind control.”

“Dammit.” Mind control meant no bullets. Not even rubber ones. “All right, let’s find this guy and put him back where he belongs. You still owe me a burger.”

“I gave you a burger,” Tim protested. “It’s not my fault you got duped into abandoning it.”

“I handed it back to you,” Jason pointed out. “It’s not my fault you got tased by an eight-year-old.”

“Ugh,” Tim said. “There are offices up there, on the catwalk. Pyg’s probably up there. Let’s skip the henchmen and go straight to the source.”

Jason didn’t often use a grapple but Tim was already on his way and there was no way Jason was letting him face Pyg without backup. He grappled up to the catwalk, ducking under the metal guardrail, and took off after Tim. They started clearing offices and had covered the east side of the warehouse when Jason heard a footstep behind him and spun around.

Pyg, brandishing a cleaver, and a syringe, had emerged from the next office down and was trying to rush Jason. Fortunately he was neither fast nor accurate and Jason managed to side-step him and take him down with a judo throw. He kicked the cleaver down the catwalk but Pyg lunged at his with the syringe. It wouldn’t have pierced his armor, but it didn’t matter. Tim was there and he cracked his bo staff across the back of Pyg’s head. Pyg went down and Jason picked up the syringe. “We’re gonna want to analyze this,” he commented.

“Later,” Tim snapped. “We’re getting him back to Arkham before he can do anymore damage.”

Sirens were already wailing. Jason zip-tied Pyg’s wrists and checked the back of his head. “You got him good, baby bird,” he said, finding a sizable goose egg. “Cops are on their way. They can give him a lift back to Arkham.”

“We need to figure out what this is and how to counteract it,” Tim said, nodding at the syringe still in Jason’s hand. “We’ll have to take it back to the Bat-Cave.”

“I’m not going there,” Jason said automatically. “Which office was he using? Are there notes?”

The notes were in the third office they checked. Tim took the notes and the syringe and slipped out of the warehouse to tell some cop he was friendly with how to synthesize an antidote.

Jason grappled to the roof of the next building and watched Tim from a distance as he spoke stridently with a detective. Then, he slipped into the shadows and went home.

[fourswords]

pls tell me ur thoughts on mc link and ezlo. PLEASEEE

where the hell do i even begin. where the hell do i even Begin. ezlo is my favorite loz companion (with spirit tracks zelda coming at an extremely close second. they're almost tied) and it's just because of the sheer amount of pure unadulterated FUN dialogue between him and link that showcases so so so much of both their personalities.

for starters ezlo is colloquially known as a crabby old grandpa of a companion who constantly yells at link. And like. He is. 100%. He is quite literally squawking at link as loudly as his beak allows. He's even got a sound bite that plays specifically for that reason. but i think because of this (and because so much of his dialogue is optional) it becomes easy to forget that a) he really does like link. he absolutely fucking loves his company. link became HIS "little hero" in the span of about five minutes. he is CONSTANTLY fussing over him and it's so incredibly obvious how much he cares about him. and b) ezlo is a minish who is completely out of his depth in the hylian world. And He Acts Like It.

this post gets a bit long just because of the sheer amount of dialogue i have backing my points because ezlo talks so much. so. under the cut it goes!

dialogue for point a:

"Look at all these shops! This is so different from a Minish village! I-I-I… I can't decide where to go next! Come on, my boy! Let's go shopping!"

"Oh, hey! I totally forgot! That sword technique you learned from the swordsman… The Spin Attack, that's what it's called, right? That is so incredible! Do you think you could teach it to me sometime? Hm?! Hey! Don't give me that look! I can do anything that you can do! Just give me some arms, and I'll show you what's what!"

"These Mountain Minish sure are hard workers! We should work just as hard and sing a spiffy little song, like they do! What do you think? Hey! Kid…? Are you still listening to me?"

"Link, how long has it been since you left home? Your grandfather must be worried. Why don't you show your face at home? He must have plenty of news to share with you by now."

"It's nice taking in the view from up here and all, but... I'm thinking maybe I should be a little higher up by now... What I'm trying to say here, kid, is... have you been drinking your milk?"

"That element is sure to be protected by traps inside those ancient ruins! Link, be careful!"

"Minish people are very interested in human ways. I think they watch the people in town very closely. They've probably been watching you, too, without your knowing it. Hey, Link, careful what you say and do when you think you're alone!"

"That tornado near Veil Springs took us to this cloud world! Can you believe it? I don't know what awaits us next, but I can't wait to find out! … … Hm? Hey, Link!! Don't get all scared on me now! Show me some spirit, lad! Let's enjoy ourselves!"

"Link! What's the matter? Are you nervous? That's no good! We need you relaxed and ready! Take a deep breath and exhale slowwwwly... Just stick to what you know, and I'm sure we'll come out just fine."

"Link! Where are you? Are you still there under me? It's so dark, I can't see my beak in front of my face! Watch your step! I don't want you to trip over anything…"

"Link, I know this may not be a great time for it, but... I wanted to say thanks for everything you've done. I'm very grateful for-- Hm? What? You're freaked out? You're not used to me being nice!? Fine, then! Forget I said anything!"

"Hm... You know, I hadn't noticed, because I'm with you all the time... But you've grown to be quite a powerful young lad. I just wanted you to know... Anyway, let's get moving, Link!!"

"We make a fine team, don't we? Why, I might just stay up here forever! After all, I've grown quite used to my little "ringside seat" to all the action! And you'd never have to worry about combing that mess of a hairdo again! What do you say to that, Link?"

"Oh, NOW you need me? I was starting to think you'd forgotten that I was even up here! ...I was starting to get a little lonely."

"What's happening to the source of the water? There shouldn't be anything but blue sky up there! Well, no point sitting around thinking about it! … … Hey, I just realized something. I'm starting to think…and talk… a lot like you lately! What's with that? I need to get my head straight!"

"We will get through this! We have all of the techniques and power you've gained in your journey! And we have your wisdom and courage as well! Link! I believe in you!"

this isn't even all of it. i put so many examples here and this isn't even ALL OF IT. ezlo genuinely likes being with link so much that in the event that he would've stayed a hat forever he wouldn't have even minded. he literally goes "i might just stay up here forever!" he's happy hanging out with him! he's constantly telling him to be careful or watch his step! he reassures link when he gets nervous or scared! he frets over the fact that link isn't growing very fast (which is hilarious depending on how long the minish cap lasts in-universe. we know it lasts at least a month because of another piece of dialogue—"I hid a little eggy snack in your hair about a month ago [...]"—but i already made that post yada yada). for all my talk about the hilarity of link being so independent & competent that all the adults including ezlo are like "yeah he's got this" in this game (to the point where ezlo literally goes "Just figure it out for yourself, you big baby!" lmao) he IS still very much a child—and a YOUNG child at that, to be able to see the minish. and the dialogue gives us proof that there are moments during the adventure where he gets a bit freaked out every now and then, and it says a lot that ezlo is very very quick to both pick up on it and address it like he does (in his own to-the-point way). and link checks up on him in turn!

"This weather's miserable! I think I'm catching a cold… Ah…ah…achoo! Oh, don't worry about me, Link. I'm sure I'll be just fine… Sniffle…"

"Yes? What's the matter, m'boy? What? You were just checking up on me? What's that about!?! You think I just sit on your head, waiting at your beck and call? I can't believe it! Grumble, grumble…"

...and with his own brand of sass, of course:

"Man, I could really go for a nice, hot bath right now... Huh?! What's that?! You'd send me to the cleaners!? What makes you think you can treat me like common laundry, huh?"

at his core ezlo IS a grumpy old grandpa but he is still so so caring and it honestly makes me wonder about when vaati was still his student because, as ezlo says:

"Vaati was only a boy when I took him on as my apprentice. But... he became enchanted by the wickedness in the hearts of men."

vaati was a kid too when ezlo took him on as an apprentice and however young vaati may also still be he is still definitively older than a child now (even referring to link as "a child", i.e. implying that he isn't, when link defeats his transfigured form). and like. ezlo vehemently and without hesitation renounces vaati and his evil ways multiple times throughout the game and outright blames himself for what he's become ("Hyrule Castle has grown dark… Perhaps this repulsive scene… is just a reflection of the evil lurking in the heart of my former student. … … Ah, what have I created? But don't worry about me, Link! I know what we must do!!") but his consistent calls for vaati to just WAIT ("Wait! Vaati, wait!!!"/"Wait! Why won't you wait?! Vaati!!!") kind of make it seem like he would forgive him if vaati just Stopped. and that tracks. you don't take a child on as an apprentice and watch him grow and turn an apparent blind eye to his ever-growing love of evil (VAATI IS NOT EXACTLY DISCREET ABOUT ANYTHING) and just lose the care you had in your heart for him overnight. it could be likely that the reason ezlo fusses over link now is because he did the same for vaati once upon a time, or maybe he feels as though he didn't do it enough—he specifically states that he doesn't take students on very often (but tells him that he figured he could make an exception for him) and quite frankly, and we're getting into pure speculation on my part here, it might be likely that link—in his own way—reminds ezlo of vaati if vaati never became what he did. or ezlo saying that link reminds him of a young HIM ("You remind me of a young me.") could be the end of it. either way...i think it's something interesting to consider.

ANYWAY back to my dialogue for point b) ezlo has no idea what the fuck he's doing at any given time because he's a minish who spent his whole life in the minish world, NOT the hylian world, and is totally out of his depth):

"A strange nut that will allow us to understand the Minish language… The Jingle Nut, did he say…? No, wait… That's not it… Ah, I remember now! It was the Jabber Nut. That's what it was… Come on, my boy! We've got to find the Jabber Nut!"

"Have you ever visited Hyrule before? What? You have? ...What's it like? Not that I... I mean, I've seen it before! Of course I have! I'm very well traveled. I just wanted to see...what you thought of it!"

"What? You're lost again, aren't you? Have you bothered reading any of those signs we've been seeing? You really ought to study them. They might have some useful information! …Not that I've been reading them either…"

"Hm? Whoa! It…blew up? Hey, kid! Look at where that stone used to be… There's some strange symbol on the ground. Yes, of course … Why, that must be… …Well, I haven't the foggiest, to be honest. Hm…"

"Have you noticed something odd about the Mountain Minish? They're just a little different from the Forest Minish, aren't they? There seem to be many kinds of Minish, just as there are many kinds of human. And…many kinds of hat, too. Mustn't forget the hats."

"So! We must infuse the White Sword with the elemental power. That means we must find the elemental sanctuary. And the way we do that is... Um... Well, I'm sure we'll figure it out!"

"Hey, Link. I've been up here for a while, and I've been wondering... I know about hats now, but I don't know much about Hyrulean shoes... Where could we go to learn a little more about that?"

"There are some strange creatures on Mount Crenel… Creatures I've never seen before, and your sword alone won't beat them! Don't give up hope, though! Try your other items on them! Well…you don't need me to tell you how to do your job. Just deal with those monsters, and I'll take care of everything else."

"So there are three books that we're supposed to return, right? Link, I'm sure you can handle it! Don't get me wrong! I'd love to help! But I'm a great Minish sage! I don't understand your big, human ways! So…I'm counting on you!"

again, those aren't even all the examples i could pull out, but you get the gist. the last quote is funny because the context is just returning library books but i really think it sums up the situation that ezlo's in: he came to the hylian world to help, but 1. he's a hat, and 2. he literally does not know what the fuck is going on ever and does have to rely on link for absolutely everything, which is why you have the dialogue of him that i listed earlier of him genuinely trying to thank link before link is like "STOP BEING WEIRD OLD MAN" and he's like fine okay whatever damn. it's a different spin on the "Every Fucking Adult In This Game Is Like 'Yeah Link Can Handle This By Himself No Problem' Including The Goddamn Mayor" because. well. ezlo has no choice but to trust link to handle it! and handle it link does! he could probably stand to be a little nicer about the fact that he doesn't know what's going on or how to help but then he wouldn't be ezlo, now would he? and it's not as if link minds—he may be a child but he's a wise child, according to ezlo himself, and there's nothing in the dialogue of the game that suggests that he's ever hurt or put off by ezlo's bluntness/tough love-esque mannerisms. if anything, he thinks it's funny and responds in kind (the hilarious little "i'll send you to the cleaners" comment i included earlier). so i think because of this, despite ezlo's grumpy grandpa-ish nature, the relationship between link and ezlo is less "adopted grandpa & adopted grandson" and more just. friends! they're friends! they worry over each other, they snark at each other, and they care for each other. link is ezlo's little hero that he creates a cap out of thin air for just so link's "rat's nest" of a head of hair isn't showing to the world ("You know, your hair's always really messy... A real rat's nest... As long as I'm up here, no one will ever need to know. You can thank me later.") and ezlo is link's funny hat friend who his sprite still chases after of its own accord when ezlo disappears back into the minish world at the end of the game because he doesn't want him to go. there's a lot more i could say about them but that last line pretty much sums it up, i think.

[carpememes]

Oban Star Racers Starters (part 2)

"Good thing I ate light."

"How was today's training?"

"They're making good progress. You'll be very happy."

"Me, me, me. A simple 'good luck' would be nice just once."

"Thinking about your dad again?"

"Now's the time to show Daddy what you're really made of."

"Unfortunately my dad happens to be a complete jerk."

"Keep digging. Remember I don't like surprises."

"Out of my way! I need this victory!"

"Cut her some slack, you're just gonna freak her out."

"I asked you to coach them, not me."

"What do you think I'm doing? Knitting you a sweater?"

"You did the best you could to stop them, but they still won the race."

"Maybe it's time you got a life."

"My life is perfectly fine as it is, thank you."

"I'd sure hate to be your son. Or for that matter, your daughter."

"You really have no sense of adventure."

"We're racing. Or was that not obvious enough for you?"

"I cut all links to my past in order to survive."

"I can't believe you managed to keep this from me all these years."

"Let's get out there and kick some alien butt!"

"You'd think I'd be more relaxed by now, but it's just the opposite."

"The higher we climb, the more I fear our fall."

"I don't make a habit of befriending opponents. It can lead to disappointment."

"I'm counting on you, my darling."

"Have you ever known me to be careless, honey?"

"I know that wicked creature."

"If we don't get him, he'll get us!"

"This creature is evil. We have to get rid of him, trust me."

"I'm asking you for the last time! Come to your senses!"

"I know who you are. You're not alone in life."

"I wish you would never have left me."

"Your optimism is commendable but I find that unlikely."

"Our relationship has always been rather tense, wouldn't you say?"

"If I was your daughter, I'd never want to see you again!"

"I just wanted to cheer on the kids."

"This is much better than being in the hospital."

"I do this under protest."

"Not even I could have pulled that stunt."

"Please don't look at me this way. It only makes it harder."

"It's time for me to think about my new life."

"You could sleep through anything."

"They've not been locked in. We've simply been locked out."

"I could stay here forever."

"Don't even breathe. Run for your life when I say go."

"I'm told he won't bite."

"On my planet, when you make a promise you keep it."

"Any attempt of a competitor's life is strictly forbidden!"

"If you're ready, we're off to the races!"

"I'm just keeping an eye on him. There's no law against that is there?"

"We don't need a dad to come along."

"I hope you're pleased with yourself. I was scared, you know!"

"Next time you're thinking of going on a little stroll, you're on your own."

"Where on earth have you been? We've been worried sick!"

"I'd advise you not to take my authority lightly."

"So long, pretty boy, I'll send you a card."

"I refuse to believe it's the end of the world."

"Oh great. Let them eat somebody else."

"That man is totally heartless."

"I never miss a music recital. Would you care to join. me?"

"No need to worry. ___'s in good hands."

"Oh, brilliant shortcut. We should just announce ourselves."

"You'll find heaters in the storage area."

"What'd she do? Steal from your shop? Leave her hotel room without paying for it?"

"She was up all night waiting for your call."

"I'm gonna win the race today!"

"I knew today was my day."

"So many possibilities... It's beautiful."

"The day a tin can gets the better of me I quit."

"Looks like we have a clear night tonight."

"I've never had a chance to ask you much about your life."

"I see. An only child. Your parents must've smothered you."

"If I were your daughter, you'd know it immediately."

"I hope you haven't forgotten our special date."

"Tonight's our anniversary. How could I forget that?"

"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, haven't you?"

"You married a racer, not a dancer."

"I've never actually waltzed before."

"I wish every night could be like this."

"Why, look who's here. It's my little champion."

"My poor baby. It's okay now, we're back."

"You've made me the happiest man in the world."

"Space would be a terrible place for me to die."

"Have you gone mad? We cannot stop half way."

"Stay away from me. For your own protection."

"Forget we were ever friends."

"Let's stick to the official theories, if you don't mind."

"I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, but something always seems to get in the way."

"Of course, if you don't feel the same way, I totally understand."

"You don't have to say anything. I'll just leave these flowers here and wait outside."

"Why did you change?!"

[mylungsdontw0rk]

"Hey, Guqqie," aimsey began, their voice shaking slightly "I have something to tell you."

"Yes," Guqqie replied anxiously, they could tell this wasn't going to be good news

"I kept working on the stronghold stuff, and now I am going to find the answer to becoming mortal. I want to feel human" aimsey said, studying guqqie's face for her reaction

"B- but you promised" guqqie said as her heart dropped "you promised you'd stop working on it, at least until we figured out if I was immortal"

"I know, but I don't think I can live forever, I want to experience getting old and dying, for good" aimsey's voice cracking as they tried not to cry

"Please, please don't , what if you die, and I never get to say goodbye, I never get to see you again" guqqie's voice became higher, as warm tears began to roll down her cheeks

"Guq, please, remember I will always love you, no matter what happens" aimsey said, voice cracking, as his eyes became filled with tears.

"If you love me, why are you trying to die? Am I not enough for you?" Guqqie's sadness turned more to anger.

How could he leave her. They promised they were going to stay. They said guqqie was their reason to stay.

"I do love you, I love you so, so much guq, I just can't do this anymore, I can't live forever, it's so... isolating"

Guqqie began to walk away.

*What a stupid excuse, am I not good enough them?* Guqqie thought to themself, tears still falling down their cheeks.

"Guqqie, guqqie please, come back, I love you so much, I'll miss you when I'm gone, please, never forget I love you" aimsey calls out, as they fell to the floor, sobbing.

Guqqie ran home, sobbing. "They promised they would never leave me, he said I was his reason to stay. And then she said she was leaving. I have no one now. No one to see, no one to talk to, no one to love."

Aimsey began to walk home, sobbing softly to himself. They arrived home, opened a book, and starter writing

-to guq,

I'm sorry. I have to go, I can't live like this, I don't want to live forever. I feel trapped, death may be my only escape. I know it's scary, I'm scared too, but I need to do this, I need to be able to die. Living forever scares me, I'm scared I will lose you, and have to grieve forever, knowing I'll never see you again. I love you so much, never forget that. I will always love you, no matter what happens. Please, if I die, go and see the stars, imagine I'm with you, imagine were together, forever. We will always be together, even I f you can't see me, I will always be in your heart, always watching over you, always living you.

I love you forever and always

aims :) -

Still sobbing, they close the book, and title it 'i love you'. They start wandering over to guqqie's house, contemplating their decision, but they feel no regret. They have to do this, or he will go crazy.

He sees guqqie's house on the horizon, and whispers to himself "these fucking walls, they're so stupid"

She reaches the walls and places a chest down, labelling it 'letterbox'. He smiles to himself, remembering when guq had done the same thing to him, not that long ago. Placing the letter in the chest, they dry their tears and softly whispering "I love so much guq, I really do."

Guqqie wakes up, and heads outside, seeing whether they can catch aimsey before he leaves, possibly forever. They see a chest, and open it. They open the book, and softly read it out loud to themself. She begins to cry again, realising how much they love, and will miss, aimsey. They close the book, and begin to sprint to aimsey's house, wanting to stop him, to get him to stay. They arrive at aimsey's house, and call out "aimsey, aimsey, are there, aimsey please", but it was too late, aimsey had left, they had left forever.

After leaving guqqie's house, aimsey began walking straight to the stronghold. Walking there gave him time to think, time to make sure this is what they want to do, but they felt no regret, he finally felt free. They reach the stronghold and head straight to the portal, almost running towards it.

They step up, to the portal, whispers to himself " this is it, the moment I have worked so hard for", and jumps.

[eievuimemes]

CITIZEN SOLDIER LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS TW: Themes of suicide / suicidal ideation, self-harm, depression, anxiety, etc.

“A heart of gold don’t come cheap.”

“All war and no surrender.”

“All your pain is just a hero forming.”

“Be a voice for the voiceless.”

“Behind your mask of kindness, you wanna see me fail.”

“Being brave is just a trick.”

“Can’t wake up from living in yesterday.”

“Does hope hurt more than giving up?”

“Every day gets wasted on a painful pause.”

“Every mark that makes you feel worthless, can give you a purpose.”

“Every single thought is trying to put me in my grave.”

“Give me a reason.”

“Go ahead and die with what you're afraid to say.”

“Go ahead and judge me.”

“Help me believe that tomorrow's even worth the fight.”

“I buried all the pain.”

“I choose to celebrate what made me me.”

“I couldn't feel this alone.”

“I don't know if I can be the hero.”

“I don't know if I can do it all again.”

“I don't know if I can save the day.”

“I had to find myself.”

“I hate to sound so cynical, but I'm done chasing miracles.”

“I hate to sound so cynical.”

“I have always been this way.”

“I kept holding on until the final page.”

“I know that I can't be the only one.”

“I treat silence like a gift.”

“I used to feel so ashamed.”

“I used to hate everything that I saw in the mirror.”

“I wasn’t fake.”

“I will not grieve.”

“I wish I could turn the white noise off.”

“I won’t make the same mistake.”

“I'd rather spill my guts out than live with being fake.”

“I'll keep writing songs until they know my name.”

“I'll never be ashamed 'cause it's my legacy.”

“I'll never bow down.”

“I'm done chasing miracles.”

“I'm fine and nothing's wrong.”

“I'm gonna live loud until there's no breath left in me.”

“I'm gonna live through hell so I'm left with no regrets.”

“I'm in a place you will never find.”

“I'm on my deathbed and no one knows.”

“I'm so damn proud of what they put me through.”

“I'm so scared of every trigger.”

“I'm terrified that I won't make it through the night.”

“I've heard every damn cliche.”

“I've learned there's beauty in the danger.”

“If I died at least I couldn't feel this alone.”

“If I had to, I would do it all again.”

“In my own head I'm a prisoner.”

“It's in your suffering.”

“It's suicide to live this way.”

“It’d hurt much less to cut my tongue from my throat.”

“It’s gonna get better.”

“I’m a slave to what I remember.”

“I’m so sick of feeling not enough.”

“I’m thinking things that twist my guts.”

“I’m who I’m meant to be.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“Keep breaking down or break your chains.”

“Lately, I’ve been living in a still frame.”

“Legends never had to fake it.”

“Life goes on.”

“My whole world is crumbling.”

“No regrets on my deathbed.”

“Nothing lasts forever.”

“Panic is my personality.”

“Pictures from the past that I cannot change.”

“Since I was young I only bleed.”

“So close to giving up on holding on.”

“Some nights I lie awake, and I just dream that I am someone else.”

“Some nights I lie awake.”

“Sometimes that’s the only way.”

“Stop telling me that it's okay like it's gonna get better.”

“The line has never been this thin.”

“The strong are never strangers to the darkest of their days.”

“The worst part about waking up is remembering why you wish that you did not.”

“There's meaning in the misery.”

“There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”

“There’s beauty in the danger.”

“There’s still more room to feel.”

“They say the devil's just an angel that never learned from all his pain.”

“They're gonna talk you down.”

“They’d think that I’m a freak.”

“What you call taking punches, I call learning how to live.”

“What you can't feel can still be real.”

“Who would you be if you had just stayed strong?”

“Will you be remembered by what darkness did? Or what you did with it?”

“Will you fall apart or into place?”

“Will you turn the light out?”

“You are more than what you're enduring.”

“You can make it to the morning.”

“You can save your story.”

“You didn't choose this.”

“You'll never know what could have been.”

“You're never gonna make it.”

“You’ll be defined by the times you didn’t quit.”

“You’re a stupid kid.”

[bitemescftly]

OPEN STARTER ;; based on this , give me your unhappily married ceo/businessman/boss of an organisation/etc who finds very little joy in his private life so instead decides to search for it between the thighs of his private assistant || please don't like my starters!

She knew that this was nothing but a tragedy waiting to happen. It was becoming more of a thrill for Anna at this point, to see how much riskier their secretive meetings could get, if they would get caught while she was on her knees under the man's desk? Would they get seen when he bent her over the large glass table in one of the conference rooms after everyone went home? So far no one else had even an inkling of an idea what the boss' private assistant really got down to doing every single day and why she walked a little bit funny every time she left the boss' office - but they both knew it would not last forever. "You have a meeting in half an hour in conference room B." Anna spoke, voice proessional, her steps confident as her high heels clicked against the hardwood floors of the office. She walked to the desk the man was sitting at, placing a small stack of files for him to sign right in front of him - along with a slender, rectangular red velvet box with a red bow on top. A silver bracelet straight from the jewlery shop. "And this is for your annversary dinner with your wife tonight." Anna added, smirking, green eyes sparkling visciously at the idea that she was the one buying his wife gifts and remembering of important dates "She called to remind me that it's at 6pm and that you can't be late again."

[plushienanami]

Hey there! I absolutely LOVE all your content; it’s just perfection! I don’t know if you’ve done this already, but if you could do the Bucci gangs reaction to their S/O while sick or on their period I would be forever grateful!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

i think i’ve gotten your ask before love! i’m sorry it has literally taken me so long to post this and other works. i’ve been like mega busy and writing is like a hobby i do so please don’t be mad. I’m also on my period rn, i just got a few days ago and it really sucks ;-;

okay anon i present you this…please like it 👉👈💖

Bucci Gang Dealing with S/O on their Period

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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Giorno Giovanna:

At first Giorno wouldn’t know or pick up on the early signs that your period is coming. He is busy with work although it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend time with you, just the small things don’t come to mind when he is enjoying the time he can have with his s/o.

Him, Bucciarati, and Trish are the type to pamper their s/o when they are on their period.

For starters, he would grant you any type of food you are craving and make sure to keep you warm wrapped in the fine fluffy covers of your shared bed.

Totally stocked with napkins and tampons of all kind just to make sure that you aren’t leaving a pool of red in your bed or the expensive silk nightgown he bought for you. Giorno just doesn’t want you frolocking in your own blood :/

Giorno keeps the room scented of fresh flowers and is the total type if your having cramps to get you up to walk them away. Moving and exercising your body is more healthy than laying there all day not getting the blood flowing.

He understands when your sore, bloated, and of course having mood swings.

Picnic dates. When I said he will make you go outside, he would also take you on picnic dates that are surrounded by flowers to get your mind off of icky stuff.

Bruno Bucciarati:

A sweetheart. You want a doting man to pamper and be at your beck and call, well you have Bruno Bucciarati.

Will 100% drop work unless it is really important, although you're more important to him than work itself.

Everything is completely stocked up and he makes sure to have special linen for you so you are comfortable and not maybe accidentally staining the cotton bedsheets.

Bucciarati would make you take pain reliefs and give you a complete list of what you can and cannot eat. Sure you may have cravings, however, you can’t just give in to all of them especially if they don’t help your bloating or cramps.

He watches your favorite movies and shows while holding you in his warm embrace.

To be honest I see Bucciarati enjoying the time you on your period. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain or stress, yet he loves the excessive time he gets to spend around you.

Loves when you lay there curled up and he can lay you on his lap while playing with your hair or fiddling with your hands he loves so much.

Why need a heating pad when you have this lovely man.

Leone Abbacchio:

Well, I wouldn’t say he would be the best to be around on your time of the month. I feel like he would lack that understanding that your cramps or mood swings are uncontrollable and may lash out at you for them.

Over time he gets more sympathetic and would begin to understand what you have to go through. He yells less, is less harsh and abrasive, as well tries to surprise you with things that would make you happy.

Out of all the bucci gang members, he would be the best to cuddle with. He is tall, big, warm, and that chest of his oh my…

Abbacchio doesn’t really like the sight of blood and doesn’t like to deal if you accidentally have a leak on the sheets.

Also, is confused when you ask him to buy your products from the store. He kinda stands there awkwardly and his pride won’t allow him to ask the employees for help. Expect random brands or packages with him claiming that they were all the same and what he could find.

Also is the most chill to be with during your period because he doesn’t talk too much or is too jumpy like Narancia would be around.

Very pleasant and calming to be around, plus he would make you some nice tea.

Guido Mista:

There are times I sometimes can’t take Mista seriously and sometimes I can. This is one of those situations.

He would honestly try to help you, but it would always turn out badly.

Mista’s definition of helping you get through your period is doing some um NSFW things to help your flow.

Sure he would like to hold and cuddle you, but to be honest he can only lay down for so long before he gets antsy.

The type to tell you “I understand how you feel baby” then next minute asks you if you would like to could the dinner for the night.

Mista is also on the same boat as Abbacchio and Narancia. He would get to the store and start sweating from the variety of products. Would probably come out with nothing.

Although Mista does feed into your cravings and even sometimes joins you on them. He is a curious man and he thinks it's cute sharing the same food with them curled up in a buddle of warm blankets from the heating pads.

The best thing Mista does when you are on your period is honestly when he pulls you into his broad arms and gives you the cutest cuddles.

Narancia Ghirga:

I’m going, to be honest, your going to have to explain to him what a period is. He has no idea or clue about it.

Narancia sits there like a little kid soaking up information that seemed so bizarre to him.

At first he would joke about it until he sees you literally actually go through it. He would be like “oh shit” and rush over to you.

Blood isn’t really a big thing with him, but he gets scared still knowing that you are technically bleeding.

Joining the Gang of Pad/Tampon Explorers, he would also be so confused. Fugo refused to help Narancia, by refusing he was in another fit of anger and Narancia thought it was towards him.

The employees notice him wandering cluelessly and will help him out. He is the first out of the 3 to be able to bring the proper merch back.

Also joins food splurges and things like that. He is super affectionate and if you get irritated easily, he could be a tad bit annoying.

He just wants to be around you and comfort you through these times. Not only is he able to take off work, but he gets to spend it with you <3

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo would be in the middle. He knows and has learnt about a menstrual cycle, just hasn’t experienced it firsthand.

Not going to lie, it made him panic at first. Of course he kept his cool composure and masked it with that cool facade of his, but we all know that inside he was going haywire.

Makes sure to definitely bring you the proper sanitary items you need for your cycle.

He isn’t one for physical touch most of the time so you’ll need to really be pushy or talk about how much pain you're in.

He’ll feel guilty and apologize before bringing you in his embrace with his face beat red.

Fugo wouldn’t let you leave the little comfort room he made for you. He talks about how it wouldn’t be a wise idea since they all couldn’t understand you like he could even though Trish is a female too.

He is also the type to enjoy you during this time of the month because it guarantees more alone time the two of you could have together.

The only downside is that he doesn’t really like blood or the idea of you staining the sheets. It’s just really icky to him.

Despite his little germaphobe self, he isn’t bad to be around because in all honesty he just wants to enjoy the small alone time he gets to have with you.

Trish Una:

Come on, out of all the Bucci gang members she would be the most understanding.

It’s kind of really wholesome when you're on your period and she is around.

No need to take store trips, she already has everything you need. She has your favorite food, drinks, heating pad, and pain killers to combat your period.

She is just like Fugo and separates you from the rest of the gang because they are stupid in her opinion.

The two of you have little movie marathons and she pampers you by giving you facials or giving you small massages.

Sometimes when the two of you are both on your period, you two are the ones who stick together. Both you lay together and just cuddle while sulking in the same predicament.

At least the two of you can pamper each other and share a heating pad.

She also is huge for comfort so expect to have the fluffiest and softest of sheets while you're sitting there in the cocoon of blankets she made.

Recommend and say she is 10/10 the best be with during your cycle.

[spilledkauffie]

SFW (Fluff) Alphabet · Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || Sorry I’ve been so absent this week; I promise I have content for the weekend!

*xFemale!Reader || NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quite affectionate— he loves giving you affection, and it’s all across the board with him. It can be from soft sweet touches to actual affectionate actions done for you.

Full HC list on this soon! ✧

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Literally the best— for starters he’s super loyal, because if you’re truly friends with him he’s not giving up on you easily. Your friendship wasn’t exactly easy to get to, mostly thanks to his profession, but once you’re in, you’re in. 

100% defensive of you— anyone tries to come at you in any negative way, he’s got a comeback to absolutely destroy them. Also, having someone of his reputation around can be beneficial for when you want to be left alone, as he seems to intimidate people a little bit.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When you cuddle him— he loves it when you just come over without saying a word and cuddle up next to him, he doesn’t ask questions he just lets you get as close and be as cute as you want. Sometimes he has to chuckle at just how physically needy you are, like absolutely burying your face against his back, nuzzling softly, with your arms around him in an attempt to get his attention / also loves waking up to you cuddled right up against him.

When he cuddles you— he can just tell when you need it, so often times he reaches out for your hands with a “come on, come here,” naturally, you give in, he pulls you into a hug, slightly rocking you back and forth. It’s a lot of soft touches and feathery kisses.

↳ if you’re lying on your stomach, he’ll lie down with you. Resting his head on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across or down your back, sometimes he places soft kisses against your skin, which always gets your attention. You either: 1). turn on to your side, he hooks and arm between you legs and uses your thigh as a pillow. 2). you lay on your back, letting him rest against your stomach, gradually he makes his way up to give the corner of your lips a kiss.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

For sure— it’s not long before you’re practically living with him. Now that you’re in his life, he wants you around for everyday life; what is his very soon becomes yours. You picked up on it when he started to suggest “why don’t you stay here... tonight? And maybe tomorrow?” more often.

Around the house— he’s quite casual. You never feel expected to get up at a certain hour (regardless that he gets up early), you’re never expected to be downstairs and dressed immediately, it’s more of a calm atmosphere that lets you wake up. You don’t constantly have to be around each other, he knows space is important. Sometimes it’s just doing your own things in the same room in silence together. Despite the status of Baron, he behaves like your average individual around the house, he likes to do things himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s actually really hard for him— it’d have to be in person though, as hard as it would be. For starters it would take a lot for him to actually call it over, he’s extremely patient and an expert at working things out with you, because he truly doesn’t want to it end.

↳ a most likely situation for ending it would be that he can’t guarantee your safety due to whatever he’s getting himself into, and he’d rather make the call to let you go than to have no choice in truly losing you because of his own dangerous choices. 

He’d leave it open though— sitting across from him, you stay quiet after both coming to the conclusion that it’s over. However, he leaves you with: “if you ever need anything, in any way. . .” you nod, a few tears falling as you stay silent, staring forward. Coming over to you, he softly wipes a tear away, kissing your temple, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s definitely committed in the relationship— ring or no ring, if you’re in a relationship with him he’s all in, not the type of person to just have a fling here and there. It’s total dedication to you, and you only. 

Considering he’s done it once before—there’s a lot of past memories surrounding the topic of marriage for him, which is why there’s probably going to be a good amount of time together before any proposal. He just wants to be sure, plus there needs to be time to talk everything out before rushing into anything. 

↳ when the time does come though, it’s a mad romantic, but personal proposal, with the most gorgeous ring in the world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically— he’s super soft with you. He never wants to startle you, it’s always what you’re comfortable with. Touches are more than just flirtatious with him, they can be comforting, encouraging, supporting, etc. (He also knows what you’re not comfortable with as well so he can avoid it)

Emotionally— it’s a little more complicated. With your emotions he’s super gentle and understanding, always. He listens to anything and everything you say or just need to vent. He doesn’t interrupt and only gives his thoughts when you ask for them. He never intends to hurt you feeling either, he’s very careful. However, with his own emotions however, he’s a little harsher. He doesn’t really like to show any of the more complicated emotions. And doesn’t always give himself much grace for feeling certain ways, he tends to repress.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Only from you— he doesn’t really like other people getting friendly, unless he really really knows them, even then it’s different. He doesn’t get physical with other people unless it’s a “move— you’re in my way,” situation, but that doesn’t count as friendly.

Extremely handsy— he love to bring his arms around you, so he can completely hold you whilst hugging you. Whether it’s around your waist, shoulders, hips, etc., just depends how the hug is done. He also tends to stroke his hands when hugging you, up and down your arms, back, sides, thighs, wherever.

↳ he likes to nuzzle against your neck, during front or back hugs, with the bridge of his nose, or his lips. He also gives tender kisses while he has you so close. Not kisses with other intentions, just sweet loving kisses that make you smile. Sometimes he brings his hand under your jaw, to tilt your head just enough so he can kiss your lips.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but it’s not forever— when he knows he will tell you with no hesitation. He doesn’t debate telling you or worry about it being too bold, nope, he means it when he says it and he says it when he means it.

He also says it in different ways— it’s not always “those three words,” through his gestures and other phrases you hear I love you a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not if it’s someone you’ve known before him— he’s not intimidated by pervious friendships that predate your relationship. 

When people flirt with you knowing he’s with you— he gets real jealous, real fast. Given that fancy occasions are kind of a routine thing, you’re around a lot of other people who want to flirt with you, and often do pretty openly. It’s rare that Zemo ever leaves your side, which helps, but that doesn’t stop people from trying, which he hates. Typically he just tries to keep you physically near, so he can be there to prevent it.

↳ one time he left to get you a drink and an old rival of his found you. Trying to be polite you remained in conversation, feeling fine until he caressed your shoulder. Almost immediately Zemo was back at your side. Handing you your drink civilly, with a “here you are, Darling,” he then glared at the man standing across from you. Not so subtly, Zemo slipped his arm around you, literally pushing off the unwanted hand and replacing it with his own. You leaned into him more, attempting to make a point, as Zemo continued giving a half smile half glare.

He doesn’t do much about it in aftermath— he’ll calmly admit to you that he was jealous, but he also gets you with “I understand why people want to talk, flirt, and be with you,” he shrugs, “you’re beautiful, they’d have to be blind not to see that, but yes,” he tilts his head, “but. . . I have to admit, there’s part of me that wants that only to myself, of course.” It makes you smile how calm he tries to keep himself, despite the frustration. It’s usually you who actually does anything after these type of conversations though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lightly running fingers up your neck— when he’s kissing you, he traces his fingers slowly up the side of your neck, until he reaches your jaw, there he strokes his thumb across your jawline.

Holding your hand— sometimes when you’re flirting with him, you like to get as close as possible without touching, he knows the game and subtly slips his fingers between yours, then he goes in for the kiss. He can feel your smile and your hands hold his tighter as you give in.

Hand kisses— he gives these whenever, wherever, and however often he can. It’s a cute way of showing affection in a very classy way. He uses them as hello / goodbye greetings, although typically you require more than a kiss on the hand for saying goodbye.

Soft, but turns into more— it starts out as a super sweet gentle kiss, but slowly you can feel it deepen, to which you usually break the kiss with a smile, “Helmut,” you laugh, holding onto his arms around you, as he moves his mouth to your neck, “I don’t have time for this,” you try to stop giggling.

As for himself— he loves the taste of you lips, so every time you kiss him, he adores it. However, there is a sweet spot at the base of his neck, that when you kiss there makes him stop mid sentence.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Fantastic— he’s actually perfect with kids. Maybe it’s past experience that plays into it, but he’s so sweet with kids. When they accidentally run into him, he gives a “be careful, little one,” before stepping out of their way. Something you’ve noticed is that he talks to them like they’re little adults, which is adorable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Staying in bed— one way or another one of you convinces the other to stay in bed. Sometimes it’s him asking you to stay just a little bit longer, when you can’t, he understands and watches you get dressed, asking what your day looks like. / Other times it’s you compelling him that it’d be more fun to stay and cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxing— it’s a calm, safe, and warm environment when you can both just relax from the day in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’ll lean back against him and ask what he’s reading, when he says Machiavelli, you smile and get cozy, “perfect, that sends me right off,” you close your eyes as he begins to read aloud.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book— there’s a lot of history with him, some good, but also some bad. Even before the whole campaign to end Super Soldiers, he has a bit of a shady past, with his own military exploits. Some he’s made amends with, others he hasn’t.

Depends how much you already know— if you already know a good amount about him, 1). he’ll ask to even the playing field, so he can know you equally as well 2). he doesn’t mind you asking questions since you’re already aware of his general history.

Surface level stuff— interests, fascinations, favourite this-or-thats, he’s pretty open about though! He doesn’t mind sharing or talking about any of the casual topics about himself, it’s just the more personal stuff that takes time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s extremely patient— The only way you would know is by a facial expression. His looks give him away more than his words or attitude does.  

↳ if you’re not getting along, he’s the first to apologise, and it’s not an “I’m sorry” end of conversation apology. It’s a well thought out apology, because you don’t argue about the little stuff, it’d have to be something big to get you at odds for a while.

Silently frustrated— even if he gets mad, he keeps his cool in circumstances. Never raises his voice, his tone just gets a little deeper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything— seriously, he does not forget anything. You’re his number one priority, so of course he pays attention. Even if there’s something you just mention at random, he’ll remember it. Say you mention how you used to have/like/want something, there’s a good chance it’s showing up again.

He also asks— he’s genuinely curious about you and wants to know as much as he can about the person he’s in love with. So, he loves childhood stories, random details, and little quirks about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you said those three words— when you know everything about him, his past, his lifestyle, and you still decided to say I love you. And you still standing by it even though it meant waiting for him.

He also loves remembering the first time he saw you— he says he could never forget it, it was like a divine beauty just walked in.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyy— he’s extremely protective of you, but not overbearing, he’s good a being distantly or subtly protective. In other words in public / at events / new places he keeps an eye on you, even if it’s from a distance.

He will literally do anything— there’s no limit with how far he’d go to protect you from anything or anyone, even if he knows he’s outmatched, he’ll find a way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— he puts a lot of effort into them, mainly trying to make it a perfect yet comfortable setting. So if you like quiet restaurants, that’s what he’ll find. If you like outdoors, he’ll find a stunning walkthrough garden, etc.

Celebrations— it’s always extravagant and grand and beautiful whenever you’re celebrating anything with him. He wants you to feel like the royalty he believes you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How easy criminal life is for him lol— you love the fact that he surprised you with a real classic art piece for your birthday, but the exact details on how he got it isn’t as pretty. You frequently ask if there’s any other way he could make a living.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vain— despite the fancy and classy lifestyle, he’s never thought himself as an individual of great beauty. He likes beautiful things, which is why he says he was so attracted to you, but personally he doesn’t think much of himself.

He cares though— it’s not like he doesn’t care whatsoever, which is why he’ll usually ask you “what do you think of this?” in regards to fashion. He wants to look nice for you, and he knows how to do that. But he’s not the guy to check himself in the mirror, or constantly fret about his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t need a relationship— but that’s what makes your so special. Since he’s not the type to just constantly need someone to feel complete, the fact that he does need you make you and your relationship all the more important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can crash literally anywhere— you’ve found him on the couch, on the floor, in a chair, and you have no idea why it’s a habit of his, but it is! And you have definitely addressed him about it before.

↳ walking in to his study, you found him asleep on the floor between the couch and coffee table, shaking your head and crouching down, you woke him up. Looking up to you, you asked, “Helmut, why are you sleeping on the floor?” / “Hmm- wh- I’m not on the floor, you’re on the floor,” he states sitting up, brining you into a hug with him.

[rpmemequeen]

KAJILLIONAIRE (2020) | Starter Pack

“Well, you can’t see it because you’re not of gentle birth.”

“‘Don’t ask for a reward’ was plan A. Plan B was ‘ask for a reward’.”

“Rich people can be very cheap sometimes.”

“When a man gives you wood, anything made out of wood, he’s saying, ‘You give me wood.’”

“You and I could go together. Just the two of us.”

“Most people want to be kajillionaires. That’s the dream.”

“All right, talk. Just talk. Let’s talk. Talk. Let’s say something. Just say something.”

“Don’t pray. God, are you praying? Just talk. Talk.”

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy person? Is that one of your qualities?”

“I can’t see your face very well. It’s so dark.”

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get crushed, and then–you’ll just die, right then and there. Immediately. A never ending void.”

“Your plan to cash in on the generosity of lonely people?”

“I have a suggestion for you. Wear more clothes. You’re making everyone feel uncomfortable.”

“Housewives must be throwing themselves at you, huh?”

“This is hard. It’s like trying to fall asleep forever.”

“He’s trying to…die. But we should keep on, uhm–He said he wants piano playing and silverware clinking.”

“Would you like some leftover cake?”

“Am I still here?”

“Life is…nothing. Just let it go without really thinking about it. Like you’re letting go of a…piece of string. Just let it…It’s not that big of a deal.”

“She has tender feelings. You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Do you want to hold my hand?”

“So what were you picturing? Soapy titties?”

“$1,575 to call me ‘hon.’”

“It’s one word. Just say it.”

“You want us to be false, fakey people.”

“I’ll call you ‘hon’ for $1,575.”

“Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.”

“You’re addicted to them.”

“Have you ever danced?”

“So when we’ve done these things, then I want my money and you can go.”

“All super security systems are on a pentagram, so you have to move between points. Basically, all the odd-numbered aisles are free goods.”

“What are…are you trying to rile me up?”

“Most happiness comes from, like, dumb things.”

“It’s so quiet. I don’t hear anyone.”

“You might never believe it, but this is just how it’s gonna be. Forever. Just us. In blackness.”

“I don’t have any regrets. You’re gonna have regrets, though, because you’re gonna miss sex and dancing and pancakes. I just had that one pancake, so I’m not gonna be sad. You looked in the mirror so many times you’ll miss your face forever. But I-I don’t even…I-I don’t even remember my face. I can’t even say what I looked like.”

“You know I was just trying to rob you. You’re such a stupid little idiot, and your brain is in your tits!”

“It’s not too late! You can try everything once and then isolate your favorites and-and just eat them on a perfect day where you just eat all your favorite foods.”

“The healing arts. That’s a solid profession. People are always in pain.”

“Uh, in the morning, if you want, I can make pancakes.”

“We can only ever be how we are. But we love you and, um…we wish you well.”

“I’ll probably take off early tomorrow before you’re up. Thank you for everything. Really.”

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[sohin-ace]

Rohan - It's got to be Rohan

This is inspired by something that just happened to Giovanna. I chose Rohan as the mysterious japanese man.

This is kind of crackfic-ey, it's not to be taken too seriously, I just had a moment with @gio-is-writing. Please don't expect any quality from this.

Also no beta, we die like men, we take it raw, my gangsters.

You were seated in the boarding room of the airport, rubbing your tired eyes. No matter how much you loved travelling and how relaxing your vacation was, you could never get used to the stress of boarding, moving around from one plane to the other and walking kilometers of huge airport grounds.

You barely had any sleep at all and your neck was killing you from the poor excuse of a nap you took in the preceeding plane. You felt like your head was about to fall off from your shoulders.

Now you could only wait for your seat number to be called for your next flight back home after another bizarre adventure.

You tried to mute out the dull background sound of people in the airport, staring out the large window right to the vast runway where workers were signaling pilots and directing planes to the parking zone and moving around to who knows where, making sure air traffic was fluid and secure.

Barely able to focus on the boring sight, your eyes instead fell upon not what was across the glass but rather was was reflecting it.

Right behind you was a young man, seated just there. You could make out his handsome features and beautiful face from where you were.

Now, you tried not to stare and act like a creep, but no matter what you did to distract yourself, your attention always came back to this beautiful stranger sitting so close behind you.

He seemed to be about your age, nicely-styled dark hair, and with very intriguing sharp eyes. He looked asian-phenotyped, but you could never be sure of his exact origins. You could only guess he was most likely japanese.

He had came from the same plane you just landed from and your departure destination was a place known to be popular amongst the Japanese population, so you speculated.

But how could you confirm? You could never just go talk to him. You just couldn't dare. You couldn't imagine walking up to random people asking them if they were japanese or not based on nothing concrete.

Talking to him was out of the question, you thought to yourself. He looked so handsome and intimidating. A normal, basic person like you couldn't just come up to him and strike a conversation, not even knowing if he spoke your language at all. You couldn't muster the courage to do so.

In a pit of despair, you thought of the brilliant idea of trying to peek at his phone discreetly through the glass reflection. Maybe you could see which language it was set in, clearing up the mystery once and for all.

... But all in vain unsurprisingly.

You rubbed your temples in frustration. You didn't know why you were suddenly so infatuated with this man, but for your defense, he was the most interesting thing in the boring, endless wait of your boarding.

Ah, yes. Like that could work. You just had a thing for coming up with clever ideas that you would never execute.

You thought. Hard. What would your best friend do in this situation? Maybe you should just throw logic out the window and punch him in the face for daring intruding your already fragile peace of mind.

Or maybe on the other end of the spectrum you should go out there and kiss him until he doesn't remember his own name.

Sighing at your own very stupid and mindless thoughts, blaming boredom and exhaustion for them, you glanced back at whatever just made noise somewhere in the boarding room.

It seemed like the mysterious supposedly Japanese stranger had the same idea and glanced behind him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment.

You couldn't help but take in his features once again, this time even more clearly. His eyes were greener than emeralds and his skin looked as gentle and heavenly as porcelain. You couldn't believe how soft yet inexpressive he actually looked like from this close.

You even took in his strange bandana, suddenly curious about the odd shape and thinking that could make for a great conversation starter. Nothing weird about asking some stranger about their fashion, right?

But alas, before you could even think about opening your mouth, the beautiful man had already turned back around to mind his own business.

You pouted, thinking of the lost opportunity. The butterflies in your stomach and the burning warmth in your cheeks completely staining your proper judgement on the situation.

Oh you two must be meant for each other. You looked back at the same time, your eyes met. That was a sign, you could already hear the wedding bells singing your union. Your heart was stammering.

Oh you couldn't wait to tell your best friend all about this fictional husband you haven't even talked to at the airport, knowing they would absolutely approve of your ectoplasmic relationship and would root for you all the way, like the supportive friend they were.

You stood up. Maybe you could walk around a bit in his direction, pretending you had something to check somewhere farther in the boarding room, motivated by your own inside pep-talks.

You had no idea what you were doing but you hoped to get his attention somehow. Who knew what could happen. There were plenty of people out there having incredible stories straight out of movies where they found love in such improbable ways, meeting people from across the world once and ending up meeting them again in impossible circumstances or somesuch.

Maybe the little child inside you wanted to live that kind of fantasy as well.

You suddenly regretted looking so awful today. Make up and hair barely done and hardly bothered to put on nice clothes for the sake of comfort and practicity on a long and tiring trip.

Trying to act as nonchalant as ever yet still elegant, you slightly turned back around, only to realize you couldn't see him anymore.

...What? What was going on? What happened? Did he leave? Was his seat called while you were turned around?

Your heart pounded in anxiety, aching for a moment, thinking it was over. That you had lost him forever. Your one true love. The delusional love of your life. The man of your dreams. A nameless soulmate that you knew nothing about, yet that you would trade everything for, even your life.

Your lips threatened to twitch as your held back tears, regretting every decision in your life that had led you to this suffering, this tragedy. God, why did love hurt so much? Why did you have to be the one to go through this?

"Why..." You sobbed dramatically in the middle of the boarding room, walking shamefully as your heart bled. "Why did you go... Why did you have to leave me- Oh... Nevermind he's right there."

Your theatrical number instantly switched as soon as you realised you had just wandered too far and were actually walking in the wrong aisle, quickly coming back to where your and his seat were.

You did not care for the strange looks you were receiving from people sitting by who thought you were completely mental, which you probably were.

All that mattered, is that your handsome Japanese prince charming, your very own 'Ouji-sama' was right here, looking as beautiful as ever, staring down at his device and completely ignoring your entire existence.

As soon as you got back to where your belongings were, extremely frustrated with your imaginary lover's sheer obliviousness, you heard the echoed sound of the boarding room speakers call your name.

'Passenger L/N Y/N. L/N Y/N seat B-17, is requested for boarding. Please present yourself at the gate immediately."

Your mother, much more reactive than you, hurried to gather your luggage and walked towards the gate where you were expected.

You grabbed your bag from your seat and instantly noticed the object of your obssession stand up, briefly staring at his boarding pass in hand, confirming his own seat number.

He looked up and sent you an effortlessly handsome look, staring down at you for a moment and you swore you saw his eyes widen for a split second before returning back to his resting sharp look.

You blushed and flinched at his intense gaze, feeling squirmy under his scrutinizing eyes. You didn't know what to do with your hands and averted your eyes, deciding to join your mother who was already waiting in line.

'W-w-what the hell?' You panicked as he elegantly strided in your direction, his expensive-looking clothes framing his body so perfectly he looked like some Versace supermodel. 'Is he... Following me or something?! No way...'

Just as you thought he was about to board in the same plane as you, bringing your hopes up, he talked to one of the airline agents.

"I'm so sorry sir. We indeed called the seat B-17, but it's for the flight GW3180. For your flight you need to go to that boarding room, on the far left." The lady instructed, giving him thorough indications as he nodded in understanding.

You slumped your shoulders in defeat. He wouldn't board the same plane as you, he just got mistaken. Of course, you thought unsurprised, he would probably go back to Japan, he had no reason to join you, now did he? That would be one unsuspecting trick of fate.

You could just watch him as he walked away, farther and farther away from your reach, never to be seen again. Your chest tightened as his legs took your love away, guiding him to fly off somewhere out of your reach.

"Oh, you recognize him?" Your mother called out, noticing how persistently you were staring at the fine man. "He does look familiar..."

You looked back at your mother in confusion, your curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"He reminds me of that one japanese child you befriended when we came here for vacation. Oh it was years and years ago. You were still a little kid at the time." She chimed, reminiscent of old times.

You blinked. "I... I can't remember at all, I'm not gonna lie."

She hummed. The waiting line not shortening one bit she added, "He couldn't speak our language at all, but no matter what you were telling him, he always acted like he understood you and nodded his head." She chuckled and you smiled.

"That's... That's adorable." Your voice softened, wishing you could have remembered such a wholesome memory. "What else do you recall about him?"

"He loved to draw in the sand with you. I wonder if he ended up becoming an artist. I think his name was.... Hmm.." She furrowed her eyebrows and held her chin, deep in thoughts, "Hold on I can't remember it's been so long..."

"Well, I can't really blame you for not remembering a japanese name you heard once from years ago." You bashfully reassured her, but she still tried to remember.

"No. I know I remembered his name because it was the same at that one famous French art school.... I think it was... Ro.... What was it... Roh...an..? I think. Yes, Rohan."

Your eyes widened at the name. Yout delusional self couldn't barely hold back the joy of finally putting a name to that beautiful face that stole your heart. Needless to say you were quick to jump to conclusions like on a trampoline.

That was it. 'It's got to be Rohan!' you screamed in the comfort of your own mind.

Oh and what a beautiful name it was too. It rolled out the tongue so naturally. Rohan. Rohan...

"Oh but it's probably not him. The odds of meeting a kid years later like that in the same place are too small..." Your mother dismissed as she showed her boarding pass to the gate agents, not aware that she was crushing your tiny little hopes. "Oh well, whatever."

You liked the fantasy of some impossible reunion with a long lost childhood sweetheart love story much better. Especially with the way he stared at you, as if he remembered you, after all those years.

But for now, you just had to board on that plane and go back home pretending your feelings have never existed, for there was nothing you could do about it.

You could only dream that it had got to be Rohan.

[mudskip-muses]

@yukitscne liked for a fuyuhiko starter forever ago my b lmao

Trailing into the halfblood's house behind the mechanic, Fuyuhiko was busy shoving a cookie into his mouth as he held the door open for Kazuichi, the other man being insistent that the yakuza go with him while he fixed the man’s oven again. He didn’t really give an answer as to why, being flighty and dismissive in every way but convincing, his words only confusing Fuyuhiko and creating that much more suspicion around the whole thing and Kaz’s motives. Something about the usual magickly shit the breeder normally spouted, nothing the yakuza usually payed any mind to beyond a scoff and the occasional judgmental words. Kaz and Sonia really started to lean into his whole demon schtick after a while, the princess not being a surprise with such, but for Kazuichi to start to believe in it all? Fuyuhiko was left to wonder what sort of silver-tongued thread of a tale Gundham had spun to get the mechanic to apparently find truth in his words. 

No matter, it wasn’t his problem. Despite the people who he begrudgingly called his friends being weird as hell, he still cared about them for some reason. That reason being they didn’t care about his status, pushing past his barriers to get to know him as a person instead of a perceived criminal, all the while ignoring his past actions and behaviors.

Setting his toolbox down on the floor next to the oven, Kaz huffed out a breath of nervous energy, though why Fuyuhiko couldn’t place. He had already fixed Gundham’s stove once in the past, and no doubt had repaired dozens like it before that, so the mechanic being as high-strung as he was, while normal for him, was rather confusing, and maybe even slightly concerning. 

Taking another bite of his cookie, a bribe from Kaz to get him to come along, Fuyuhiko wandered about the kitchen as the mechanic pulled the stove out in order to get behind it, the clatter of tools being heard as he got to work. “This guy’s got a lot of weird ass shit.” Fuyu said as he wandered further into the house, eyeing the odd symbols painted onto the walls amongst the framed pictures of the breeder and his loved ones. 

Kaz’s voice rang out from the kitchen as he worked, a hint of a shake behind the rather serious warning, something in it making the hairs on Fuyu neck stand on end. “Yeah, just try not to touch any of it, I don’t know what some of his crap would do to you...” Little did the yakuza know that he was speaking from experience, a time or two Kaz had unknowingly touched a magical item and then reaped the consequences sticking in his mind as a very effective warning to not do so again. 

“Whatever.” Fuyuhiko said with a scoff, as he picked up a framed picture, it depicting the breeder with a red haired man, an ever rare smile on Gundham’s face as he posed for the selfie, of what was no doubt this other man’s idea. As he looked at the pair, trying to parse out who in the hell the other guy was, Fuyuhiko not once seeing him before amongst their friend group, he spotted a rather large fox from the corner of his eye, staring at him as he went about his business. 

In a rare moment of joke, Fuyuhiko turned the picture to the large fox (seriously what the hell did Gundham feed this thing?!) and asked with a smirk: “Hey, is this you?” Little did he know how correct he was...

[theonewiththefanfics]

Shy (one-shot)

Synopsys: She’s shy. He likes her. She likes him. But every time something gets between the ex-Winter Soldier and the cute lab rat that works with Stark. The team has had enough of the pining.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: fluffffffff

Warnings: swearing, as per usual, nothing else really. Just some cute lil fluff I wrote (also this is defo not my best work :D)

Word count: 3042

It was a seemingly ordinary day when the ex-Winter Soldier’s life changed forever.

        Bucky’d plopped down onto the sofa with a disgruntled sigh, making Steve smirk and divert his attention from the show on the TV to his friend.

        “You know, she likes you,” Steve said to Bucky as he sipped on his coffee giving him a side glance.

        Bucky just grumbled and crossed his arms, mind still reeling on the absolute failure that he had experienced earlier that day. It'd been a trainwreck of a mission. No lives lost, but he'd made an absolute fool of himself by making a few bad calls. “Who?”

        “Y/N.”

        “Yeah, as if,” he snorted. “I mean I know she likes me, but she likes everyone. There’s not a single mean bone in her body.”

        “No, I mean,” Steve huffed placing down the cup before he spilt some of it on himself, “she likes you. As in she might want to pursue a relationship with you.”

        Bucky was choking on his spit the second the word ‘relationship’ came out of his friend’s mouth. Y/N? Liked him? As in more than a friend? He’d be lying if he said that thought didn’t send him over the Moon, but it seemed like such a far reach, especially with the interactions they’d had, that he had to give Steve a glare, especially with how she didn’t even give a single sign she might be into him. 

       He raised an eyebrow. “Because you’re the expert on flirting and getting it on?”

        “Wow.” Steve put a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “That’s a low blow. I might’ve not had any game when I was skinny, but let me tell, you after the serum th-“

        “When was the last time you went on a date?” Bucky interrupted his rant.

        His friend broke the eye contact and paused, chewing on his bottom lip before deflecting. “Look that doesn’t matter.”

        Bucky rolled his eyes so much he feared they’d be permanently stuck like that.  

        “What matters is that she likes you, but she’s too shy to do anything about it,” Steve stated.

        “We had a pretty good conversation a couple of hours ago.” They did. If you take saying 'hello', an awkward wave and bashful smiles as a conversation, then yes, it was very successful.

        “Shy doesn’t always mean ‘incapable of holding a conversation’. Shy can mean not talking about how they’re feeling or how their day is because they think no one cares or would get annoyed with them,” Steve said looking over his mug.

        Bucky was baffled. “How – why – how could anyone think she’s annoying? She’s – she’s amazing!” But that’s when it hit him - Y/N never looked him in the eye, she always apologized for talking ‘too much’, and at any point in the conversation, she always diverted the attention away from her or her troubles.

        “So…” Bucky swallowed hard. “You think I should go for it?”

        Steve shrugged. “I think if you don’t, you’ll never know what it could lead to.”

        ***

        It was about an hour later after his enlightening chat with Steve that Bucky found himself walking towards where their resident lab rat usually stayed at when he heard muffled cursing.

        “Work, you absolute piece of shit!” Y/N exclaimed each word emphasized with a harsh hit against a machine’s side. “Top-notch technology my ass!”

        “Everything alright, doctor Y/L/N?” His voice was gruff as he interrupted her conversation with the computer. 

Not that Y/N would ever admit it, but usually just his presence alone set her body ablaze, but this time, it was a distraction and not a good one.

        “Just fucking peachy,” she grunted and slammed her hand against the computer with every uttered syllable.

        “Alright,” Bucky chuckled and entered the lab. “What did that poor computer do to you, since you seem so inclined to completely destroy it?”

        “For starters, it decided to shut down,” she growled at the computer, and if it was alive, it would hang its head in shame. “Then, when I rebooted it, the files were not lost, oh that I could live with, but they were corrupted. Meaning I do have them, but they’re useless, and that means I have to redo everything.”

        “You’d have to redo everything if the files were lost either way.” Bucky gave her a small smile, teasing the woman as she whined.

        “Yeah,” Y/N threw back her head. “But it wouldn’t be as humiliating. I mean, if they’re gone, they’re gone, but they aren’t!” She threw the screen a scowl. “The files are there, just sitting… and useless… just like me.”

        “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re useless." Bucky smirked at her, and she sighed.

        “Please, do tell what I’m of use here right now, right this moment.”

        “Company?” It came out more as a question than a statement, and that’s when Y/N realized how much she’d rattled on, how much of his precious world-saving time she’d taken up by a stupid mistake she made.

        “Sorry,” she muttered, shying away from Bucky’s gaze. “Didn’t mean to bore you with my crap.”

        “You don’t bore me. You could never.”

        He had that love-sick look on his face as she gave him a small smile, and her eyes dropped back to the ground. Not that Y/N ever noticed, but Sam never stopped teasing him about that fucking look. The one where his eyes glimmered like stars in the night sky, and his lips involuntarily lifted up in the corners. More than once Steve had to tell him to close his mouth or someone would slip on his drool. And each time, Bucky would slap his friend on the back of his head.

        “I’m not drooling,” he’d contest and go back to watching as Y/N moved around the lab, delicate fingers replacing whatever was fractured in his metal arm.

        “No, saliva just generally spills out of your mouth when she’s around.”

        Bucky would just grunt and say, ‘fuck off’. But he couldn’t help it really. 

        “Anyway." Y/N brought him out of the daydream. “Did you need anything? Is the arm acting up again?”

        Although she'd never think that Bucky had any feelings for her, there was some suspicion rising in her mind. Tony was the acting engineer, but on more than one occasion he had called her up and asked if she was available to take a look at Bucky's vibranium appendage.

        “Need some assistance, sweets,” the genius would mumble, and then when she would slip into work mode, he’d slyly exit the room and leave the two of them alone. And given how Tony knew, Y/N’s primary thing was chemistry and using the nanotech for cell regeneration, not engineering, it raised her suspicion level. Especially when the super-soldier came to her lab to have a check-up on days Tony was out specifically. 

        But she would never do anything about it. He could be standing at the altar with someone else in white walking towards him, and even then, Y/N, knowing it was her last chance, wouldn’t move a muscle to say what she felt. How could she when Bucky was the walking epitome of a Greek God while she tripped over her own feet while standing? For fuck’s sake, the man even fostered puppies in his spare time as if his day job wasn’t saving the world already how could her watching cells split in a petri dish match up to that?

        “Oh, uh,” he stammered fidgeting with his fingers. “No, I uh, actually came to ask you something. Nothing work or arm… related.”

        If Y/N’s heart wasn’t already beating out of her chest, she was pretty certain she’d vomit it up with the way he was looking at her. “Sure,” she whispered. “Umm, what do you want to know?”

        He twisted a ring on his flesh arm. She had gotten it for him two years ago during a game of ‘Secret Santa’, which Tony promptly had added her to the list. It made her feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside for being included, but then dread settled in. What the fuck do you get a bunch of superheroes that could afford literally anything they wanted? And then she’d pulled Bucky’s name from the tacky Santa’s hat.

        It wasn’t bad enough he was her crush, now she had to get him a gift he’d actually like, and she could barely hold a conversation with him that didn’t involve Avengers stuff. But from the looks of it, he had enjoyed the jewellery immensely, as any time he came over for whatever reason, he was wearing it. He liked it so much there was a lighter line of skin underneath the ring where the sun couldn’t get.

        But the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Bucky just froze as Y/N stared at him with hopeful and inquisitive eyes. All the things he wanted to say and ask just vanished from his brain as if he’d been put back into that horrible machine that used to wipe his mind.

        “Buck?” Her voice was small as his mouth hung open like an idiot. But he didn’t even get a chance to collect himself when Bruce rushed in.

        “Sorry to interrupt whatever this is, but Y/N I need you. There’s a problem with the cradle.”

        And that was her cue. With an apologetic smile, she pulled off her latex gloves and rushed out of the room, but not before leaning back in through the door. “Hopefully I should be done in two hours tops. Raincheck on that question?”

        Bucky shook his head. “You know what, it wasn’t that important anyway.”

        Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, hand reaching out to touch him, but he pushed past her and was gone, leaving the woman a bit stunned, and in all honesty - heartbroken.

***

        The rest of the day she spent in utter confusion, and Bucky in self-wallowing. Y/N couldn’t understand what had changed his mind so suddenly, what she’d done so wrong, and Bucky beat himself up the whole time about choking and running away. Which is why Steve was absolutely done with it.

        As Bucky sulked on the couch, stuffing his face with M&Ms and the pop tarts he’d stolen from Thor’s stash, Steve with Natasha, Clint, Tony, Bruce and Y/N in tow, all came into the room. 

        Seeing her lab coat swish behind her as she walked, Bucky slid down into the couch even more, as if the granite gray leather could absorb him and erase him from existence. God, how he wanted to be erased from existence. 

        “Hey, Y/N?” Tony drew everyone’s attention as he handed a coffee to her. “Would you mind taking a look at F.R.I.D.A.Y’s intercom system? She’s gotten a bit rusty here.”

        “Umm yeah.” She nodded, kinda confused as to why she'd have to do it, but Tony was her boss, so Y/N rarely asked him much. Unless something he said was absolutely dumb. “Mind getting me a ladder?”

        With a wink from Steve, Clint nodded. “Sure.”

        But instead of just him leaving, all of the Avengers slowly started to ‘disperse’ throughout the living-room, before bolting towards the hallway and telling the A.I. to shut everything down.

        “What’s going on?” Y/N asked looking around the common room, spotting the bright fiery hair of Natasha as she rushed out of the room, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to override the lock code and not let either of them out. “Why are the doors locked?”

        The smug smile she received from the assassin only infuriated Y/N more. “Tony!” she yelled through the glass, but the genius put hands over his ears and screamed back at her.

        “Not until he talks to you!”

        That’s when she felt someone towering over her from behind. 

Two beautiful Y/E/C eyes looked up at him as Y/N turned around, confusion swimming in her irises. Bucky almost swore he passed out just from that look alone. 

“Buck, what’s going on?"

        The second he’d seen the group walk in, he knew what was happening. He wanted to murder all of them. Rip them apart piece by piece, but not in front of Y/N. No. He’d do that in the middle of the night, blending into the shadows and delivering slow and painful deaths to all of the conspirators. 

        But at the same time, this was his chance. There was literally nowhere for either of them to run unless you counted jumping out through the window and the ninety-story drop, you’d face. Which seemed very appealing to him at that moment, but Steve’s words rang through his head – ‘You’ll never know what it could lead to.” And he hoped it would lead to something beautiful, so taking a deep breath, Bucky confessed.

        “Because I’m a coward…” he sighed, “and I can’t do it without someone telling me to.”

        “Why?”

        “I’m scared,” it came out as a whisper, and Y/N had to take a step back hurt flashing across her face thinking back to all of the times they’d spent together, while in truth Bucky’d been terrified of her.

        “Of me?”

        Instantly he shook his head seeing the pain on her features, and once more Bucky scolded himself. “No… of what your reaction might be.”

        “Buck, you know I would never judge you. You can always talk to me… about anything.”

        “Yes, but this will change things.”

        “How?”

        “I don’t know… that’s what I’m scared of. I don’t want to lose you.”

        “Never. You could tell me you’re hiding a body in the tub, and I would offer you my help to get rid of it.”

        And it was this firm statement that solidified his decision.

        “Would you maybe,” Bucky exhaled deeply not daring to turn and look at the team that was gawking at both of them like hawks pressed against the glass, the same team that had bolted shut every door and window to prevent either of theirs escapes, “would you maybe want to go out… with… me… on a date?”

        Y/N was stunned. The cup of coffee she was still holding in her hand went slack, and it would’ve smashed against the ground had Bucky not quickly stepped forward and caught it stepping to stand in front of her.

        “You don’t have to,” he mumbled, looking at the milk infused drink. It was a light beige colour with a white foamy swirl in the middle like a little vortex that was sucking him in. God did he hope it would pull him in and never let out after what he was going to say. “It’s just that… I really like you.” There. Now it was out there. “I really like you. And not the way a friend likes a friend. I like you in a way that I want to hold your hand when we walk out together. I want to buy you coffee in the mornings and wake you up with breakfast in the bed and smooth out the hair that’s fallen on your face…”

        She wasn’t breathing as with every single word said Bucky seemed to move closer. “I think I might be in love with you, Y/N…” his hand gently lifted and cupped her cheek.

        She just stared at him, mouth slightly agape, shallow breaths escaping into the air as her heart beat out of her chest in a manner, she thought it might hit Bucky directly in the stomach. 

        “Say something,” he pleaded, blue eyes searching for an answer in Y/N’s Y/E/C ones. “Please.”

        “I – I don’t know what to say,” she whispered back. And it wasn’t because she didn’t feel the same, not at all. In fact, when he had started his whole confession, she felt like she was about to pass out from all the love that invaded her body, but the thing is - Y/N has never been good with emotions. She never knew how to process them, how to give the correct answer and make people happy. She was shy, awkward and a recluse. And now she was supposed to come out of her safety shell. Which is why for the first time in her life, she expressed herself with her actions by leaning up, grasping onto the nape up Bucky’s neck and pulling their mouths together.

        When her lips touched his, Bucky knew there was no going back. Not that he’d ever want to. He couldn’t help the giant smile that bloomed on his face, as he pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arm one around her waist, the other trailing up to settle between her shoulder blades, pushing their chests together, so impossibly close an ant couldn’t crawl between the two. 

        It became even more of a beautiful moment when Y/N’s own lips pulled up in a smile, breaking the kiss apart, but leaving them grinning and feeling dizzy from the happiness. 

        “Guess we needed a gentle nudge in the right direction,” Bucky gave out a small laugh, both palms securely resting on Y/N’s hips and bringing her closer.

        “I’d say it was more of a shove with a rifle at our backs,” she said, holding onto Bucky’s shoulders fingers skimming against his clavicles and making his breath stop halfway to his throat. “Let’s… let’s go somewhere… the two of us without a bunch of people watching our every move.” Her eyes flitted over to where the rest of the team stood behind the doors listening in on the two, and suddenly the heads of their teammates disappeared from the view, making Y/N and Bucky shake their heads.

        “Yeah,” he chuckled, squeezing her side. “That’s probably the best idea. You truly are a dream, aren’t ‘ya?”

        Y/N could only chuckle and hide her face in the crook of Bucky’s neck as her hold tightened around his middle, and he responded much the same by weaving his fingers in the hairs on the back of her neck and pulling her closer if that was even possible, burying his nose in the Y/H/C locks.

        “Don’t go all shy on me now.”

        “Can’t,” she mumbled back. “You make me turn into mush.”

        Bucky chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “A cute mush.”

        “Shut up!”

And he did by pulling her in for another searing kiss. God, how he loved his shy girl.

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A/N: have you ever hated your job so much so, that you can’t sleep, can’t eat and basically live in a well of anxiety? and not because of the work itself, but because of that ONE PERSON that makes it miserable? Cause I do. And I can’t wait to get away from it.

P.S. sorry for being so pessimistic, but it’s just a nightmare.

P.S.S. feedback is always appreciated :) P.S.S.S. if you wanna be added to a taglist, drop me a message :)

[eievuimemes]

THE BAD GUYS BOOKS SENTENCE STARTERS

“Actually, this probably isn’t great.”

“And what are you going to do? Are you going to BORE me to death with your next idiotic plan!?”

“And who might you be, ‘Mr./Ms. [name]?’”

“Are we nearly there?”

“Are you guys ok over there!?”

“Bad dreams, my child?”

“Didn’t one of them try to EAT you?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t you just love him?”

“Don’t. Move.”

“Fire!? What’s going on!?”

“Forgive me. Allow me to introduce myself.”

“Get in the car.”

“Grab her!”

“He didn’t do any better than me.”

“He might be in trouble!”

“He needs no introduction…but I’ll give him one away.”

“Hey! Look over there. That looks just like…”

“He’s, like, REALLY bad news.”

“How busy can you be in a locked room?”

“How is there suddenly a force field coming out of you!?”

“I am so misunderstood.”

“I can think of a few things I’d like to say to you.”

“I do hope you enjoy the end of the world.”

“I hate that stupid name.”

“I kinda feel like my leadership is being undermined.”

“I really must be blowing your minds right about now.”

“I was ordering not-great, spicy vegetarian food.”

“If you can do THAT, this is the least I can do.”

“If you tell us the plan one more time, I’m going to bite you on the butt.”

“It’s good to have you back. [name].”

“It’s only a matter of time before the gang turns up here trying to rescue me.”

“It’s what you do that matters. And what you’ve all done is amazing.”

“It’s your job to distract the guys driving the bulldozers while we-”

“I’ll fly the rest of us back here.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“I’m irresistible, right, guys?”

“I’m not ashamed to say it.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“I’m terribly sorry, but we haven’t been formally introduced.”

“I’m the leader you need.”

“Just watch me.”

“Look, [name], don’t worry about me. I’m fine. But I do really have to go. Like, right now.”

“Look, I’m intrigued, but…”

“My patience has run out.”

“No more talk. Prove it.”

“Now that I have power, there’s NOTHING any of you can do to take it away from me!”

“Ow! I’m stuck!”

“Remember. You weren’t always as powerful as you are now.”

“She’s even got rocket boots!”

“She’s right where you want her!”

“Snap out of it!”

“Something tells me I’m getting the easy job.”

“Sometimes I wonder if this really is the job for me.”

“Sorry. Can’t help you.”

“Take care of [name] for me?”

“Tell me you’re filming this.”

“That doesn’t seem too easy to you?”

“That name? What idiot thought that up!?”

“That’s always been your nightmare, hasn’t it?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“There just aren’t as many wrongs to right these days.”

“They’re officially calling us the B-Team!”

“They’re on to us!”

“This doesn’t have to be your path!”

“This is our chance!”

“This is so beautiful! And so peaceful.”

“This is what heroes do.”

“Was that heavy metal guitar!?”

“We can take them on together!”

“We love you!”

“We owe him.”

“We’ll be with you ‘til the end.”

“We’ll try to make sense of it on the way.”

“We’re in exactly the right place.”

“We’ve got each other’s backs.”

“What a bunch of losers they turned out to be!”

“What about that one?”

“What did you just call me?”

“What is he doing!? And what are YOU doing!?”

“What’s the matter with you!?”

“Where’s your disguise?”

“Whisper. They’ll be everywhere.”

“Whoa! Take it easy, dude.”

“Why do you need this!?”

“Yeah I’m talking to you, Butt Brain.”

“You are kind of a genius.”

“You are mine. For now and forever.”

“You can only love him and help him where you can. The rest is up to him.”

“You don’t even have wi-fi!”

“You have NO idea how long we’ve wanted to do that!”

“You have one hour to decide.”

“You need to stop screaming and follow me.”

“You should go pro.”

“You started acting weird.”

“You will calm down.”

“You will help us snuff out our final enemy.”

“You will never defeat us!”

“You’d better let me go.”

[thegeminisage]

IN the interest of craving validation and also getting back into the swing of my own goddamn life, i have decided to post the first scene of my 14.13 rewrite in which john comes back from the dead w/o all the dad was right propaganda. it’s about a thousand words. the rest is forthcoming. uhhh eventually

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In hindsight, Dean should've realized the whole thing was too good to be true.

Dean doesn't get easy victories. There's no such thing as a big win, not without some kind of cost. A new deal, another string, the other shoe. When you're dealing with devils, you can't be that surprised when they make off with your soul. And Dean's made a lot of pretty raw deals in his time: getting one year instead of ten before his big trip downstairs, for starters. Saying yes to Michael, and becoming his permanent cage. So far, that beats stuffing himself—Michael and all—into the unbreakable Ma'lak Box and getting Sam to drop them both off into the Pacific. So far. Time's ticking on that one. Dean's got a black belt in repression, but even he can only keep an archangel buried for so long. Sooner or later, Michael's gonna bust out of Dean's head, and then take the rest of him for an apocalyptic joyride. Talk about your fine print, right?

But for all the shitty situations Dean's gotten himself into by turning today's little mishaps into tomorrow's hornets' nests, this thing seemed harmless enough. Sam called it a Baozhu. It's a little pearl that looks like it came out of a secondhand prop shop, and he's very careful not to touch it as he hands the cloth it rests on to Dean. It seems pretty ordinary, but apparently, it'll grant Dean whatever his heart desires—and it won't cost him a thing.

Stupid. He should've known better.

Dean tries to calm his nerves. Inside his head, Michael's always banging on that door, and any time he slips, the banging gets worse. When Dean gets too pissed, too sad, too scared, too drunk—and that last one's a real pain in his ass. Dean's got be on his toes 24/7. He's barely even sleeping. No rest for the wicked, after all.

But it's worth it. In a way, Dean even takes a vicious sort of pleasure in it, the same kind he got cutting into Alastair once they ran into each other topside. It can't last forever, but this is his revenge. Michael made Dean a helpless passenger in his own body for weeks, and trapped him so far underwater he was sure he'd never see light again. Let the bastard have a taste of his own medicine.

"So," Dean says, wetting his lips. "What do I...?"

Sam gives him half a little shrug. "I dunno. I guess you—you hold the pearl, and then concentrate on what your heart desires."

"Michael dead," Dean says. "Got it." His heart desires a lot of things, but right now, he can't think of anything he wants more than that. Because Sam might still think they can wriggle their way off the hook on this one, but Dean won't give up on Plan B. Worse comes to worse, he and Michael are going to take that swan dive, whether Sam likes it or not, and there'll be no coming back. Dean will drown with Michael forever. And he'd give just about anything not to have to do it.

Dean picks up the pearl, closes his fist around it, and shuts his eyes. He doesn't feel anything. It just feels like a pearl. But he thinks hard about how much he wants Michael not to be able to hurt anyone anymore, and how great it would be not to have to put Sam through the same hell Dean experienced when his brother dragged Lucifer's ass back into the Cage.

I want Michael to die, Dean thinks. I want Michael to die, and I want to be the one to kill him.

At first, nothing happens. Then the bunker lights start to flicker. Dean peeks one eye open—then everything goes black.

For just one moment, Dean's heart drops right out of his chest. He thinks that somehow this whole thing was rigged to fail, and this is it, Michael is back, and Dean's about to get shoved under for good. But it's just the power going off, and in a second, the emergency backups system floods the bunker with red light. He's not holding the pearl anymore; it's disappeared.

There's a shadow standing behind the column to Dean's left.

Michael, Dean thinks, but of the two of them, Sam's currently less sleep deprived, and he swings first. He gets his ass handed to him for his trouble—one hit to his chin to daze him, another to knock him back, and then he gets tossed into the bookshelves behind them. That's Dean's cue.

Part of Dean thinks he realized it right then, even before the lights came on. There's the smell, sure—gun oil and whiskey, hasn't changed a bit—and the way no one else but Sam could ever nail Dean right in the solar plexus like this, kick his ass and leave him breathless with so little effort. But mostly there's just some unnamable thing that's instantly recognizable about this man, even in the dark. Maybe it's his profile, or the way he moves: Dean always could detect his moods without even looking, feeling them from a distance like an oncoming storm. Maybe he knew when he saw him. Maybe he knew after he got close. Maybe that's what made him so slow, so shocked stupid, that he let himself get thrown into the wall right behind Sam. Even when they were sparring, Dean always had trouble raising a hand against him.

A shotgun cocks. An old, familiar voice whispers, "Don't you move," and an older, more familiar weight settles itself around Dean's neck.

The lights come on. And most of Dean is shocked, but part of Dean already knew.

There's always strings attached. Nothing comes free, and nothing comes easy. It's the best thing that could have happened, and the worst.

John Winchester stares down at Dean along the barrel of his shotgun. 

"Dad," says Dean.