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neocrush · 4 years ago

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— the girl groups enhypen’s gfs are in !

genre: fluff (angst on jungwon’s part) + established relationship (eventually lol)

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader

note: idk how to title this pls i thought of it while showering

tagging: @jeminiepabo @strwberrydinosaur

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

so yves told you to ask for some from the artist in the dressing room next to yours

you knocked on the door without looking at the sign that showed who was in there

you asked for some water bottles and heeseung went “i’ll go get it!” and ran off to go get get them

jungwon just chuckled and went “hyung’s a really huge fan of your group, he kept on singing star on the way here”

you nodded at the younger one, impressed at the fact that you were popular among idols

the tall boy came back with a whole box full of water bottles

“there’s 12 of you here right now so i figured why not get a whole box” he chuckled nervously

you giggled and smiled at the nervous boy

“thank you heeseung-ssi, i’ll take this to my members” you took the box in your hands but was taken aback on how heavy it was

“don’t worry i’ll carry it for you”

long after that you started hanging out and boom you became his gf

you couldn’t resist the charms of lee heeseung

once it was revealed that you were a couple, orbits and engenes went INSANE (in a good way ofc)

“wait so y/n DOESNT hate men????”

★ jay - aespa

OMG OMG LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS BBY

you both met at school after you both debuted

everyone was gossiping around about how you were in the same class with the enhas

so like... monster rookies class

usually idols aren’t seated together but the teacher seated you and jay next to each other

causing a bunch of “oooohhhs” from your classmates

there were times were you and the enhas would leave school early due to practice or schedules

and on the way to the school gate, jay would always spark up a conversation with you

you assumed he was just very friendly

long story short he had a massive crush on you

so a few months into your friendship (which the both of you were very open about with your fans), he confesses

you were like “WAIT SO IT WASNT ONE SIDED THE WHOLE TIME”

y’all were just really blind lol pls read between the lines

anyways on to ur lovely bf !!

he’s so bold and brave around you but so shy around your members and seniors

we all know how he really respects nct (along with other sm artists) bc he covered the 7th sense with sunghoon on iland

so one day you were like “oh btw i showed taeyong sunbae you and hoon’s t7s cover”

he was like 😟 to 😧 to 😯

got all shy and was like “oh what did he say..”

you don’t know why he was acting as if he didn’t body that whole performance ????

anyway you told him that taeyong said that he and hoon did really well and that he liked how jay did his part

hid his face on the crook of your neck

“baby we should come say hi to them next time you go to sm”

“NO i will make a fool out of myself”

speaks english and japanese with giselle a lot when he isn’t occupied with you

sometimes you’d even have to ask nct’s shotaro to translate

your seniors (especially exo’s kai) adore him so so much pls protect the boy at all costs

★ jake - everglow

he was an active viewer of produce 48 and (like me) was really attached to the yuehua trainees

especially you

so when you got eliminated just before the last episode, he was devastated to say the least

he awaited your debut and when the time came he supported everglow !!!!

LOVED BON BON CHOCOLAT SO MUCH

does the killing part choreo in his room when no one’s watching lol

dies everytime you do the little “everglow” in songs

right so when he debuted in enha, he looked forward to meeting you as an idol and not a fan

when you shared a dressing room at kcontact, he couldn’t help but introduce himself to you

he mentioned he was a big fan and your heart warmed

cute boy is a fan of you? omg heart go brr brr

your members tease you and you just shake it off

that day when you got back to the dorms, you watched a bunch of enhypen videos bc you were interested in jake

you weren’t aware of how popular you were among people - let alone idols so you were surprised

you fell in love with his personality and started saying hi to him whenever you meet backstage at music shows

not long after, you develop feelings for him

you thought it was just a puppy crush but as you saw him even more, it got serious

you never actually confessed but aisha accidentally spilled the beans when he was passing by

“cmon y/n just tell him you like him because he clearly feels the same !!”

“you like me?”

“AISHA”

“that’s my queue to leave”

so she leaves you two to pour your hearts out to each other

you two become a couple and forevergenes (such a cute name omg) LOVE you two

you’re both the puppies of your group so that makes your relationship 103892x cuter

you met his parents and they adore you and even asked for your autograph

“jake used to talk about how great you are after every produce 48 episode”

“okayyyy i think that’s enough embarassing me mom”

his parents love you like their own daughter but does layla love you?

you were so nervous to meet her and was actually scared she might not like you - knowing how important layla is to jake

at first layla ignored you and jake was like “she’ll come around”

you were convinced she just doesn’t like you, until this one time you were cuddling with jake on the couch and layla comes in

you expected her to snuggle up with jake but she came to you :D

now layla is super fond of you and mrs sim would even send you pictures and videos of layla getting excited whenever you were on tv 🥺

★ sunghoon - itzy

you and the girls were at isac

the six of you were just waving at your fans and making heart signs with your hearts

on your left you saw yeji making hearts with ryujin so you wanted to do that with another member too

you felt a presence next to you and assumed it was someone from your group

spoiler alert: it wasn’t

sunghoon and sunoo were waving at engenes who just happened to be seated next to midzys

so you turned to who you thought was an itzy member, making half a heart with your hand

until you realized it wasn’t 💀

you bowed and apologized when you both looked at each other, you were scared you crossed a boundary

you bowed and apologized to the engenes who were there too

sunghoon and sunoo reassured you it was all good

after that, sunghoon couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you the entire event

when the day was coming to an end, he pulled some strings and ended up having some alone time with you ...in stray kids’ dressing room

don’t ask

ofc skz already left so it was just you two there

fast forward, you both hit it off and he became your bf <3

midzys and engenes love you both sm and love bragging about you two to other fandoms

you two were even named the king and queen of 4th gen kpop

oh also

you already know where this is going

“SUNGHOON HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW NOT SHY’S PROPER TITLE IT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S SONG” - jay

brags about how he can do the shoulder dance in wannabe

ofc it’s bc you personally taught him

sends you pics of jyp as reaction pics

so you send pics of bang pdnim to him

every once in a while he reminds you of that video of jay why pee trying to hit a high note

“lmao that’s your boss”

PLS you always get super embarrassed so ofc you bring up that vid of hitman bang

“rAp dAncE-“

★ sunoo - stayc

you were his seatmate at school predebut

you came from the same town, same school, same neighborhood, etc

the two of you were extremely close and both shared the same dream

when highup entertainment accepted you, the both of you were over the moon

he was so happy for you

but sad too bc that meant you had to move to seoul :(

you promised him to do your best and that you hoped to see him again but as an idol

and hopefully when he’s an idol too

well what you hoped for came true !!

although you couldn’t see him much as a trainee - which made you quite sad - you got to follow his journey on i-land

you even asked your fellow trainees to vote for him

anyways now that you both debuted, you became close again and became really open with your fans on how close you were

you recommended his songs to swiths and he did the same to engenes

he even memorized the choreo to so bad and asap and lemme tell you this

he BEGGED you to teach him those choreos

“sunoo you can watch the practice on youtube”

“but i want to learn it from you”

he never really realized his feelings until he saw you getting shipped with his other members

you were both on weekly idol and the hosts really seemed to like how you and jake looked next to each other and they just teased you both the whole episode

that made sunoo feel uneasy and he thought it was only bc he was an overprotective best friend

turns out he had feelings for you (wow shocker)

so one day he asks you to come to hybe

after slightly getting lost, you meet up with him in a practice room

he confesses bc he felt like not telling you about his feelings would put a wall between you two

you appreciate his honesty and tell him you’ve felt the same way every since you were classmates

he scolds himself for not seeing it all those years but you just laugh it off bc you were pretty good at hiding your crush

you both agree to secretly date, until you both announce it on your five month anniversary

fans were really shocked at first... but they support you !!!!

engenes will not hesitate to come at anyone who talks bad about you and swiths feels the same way about jungwon

he gushes about you every single time you’re brought up

and you can’t help but love your adorable boyfriend

★ jungwon - iz*one

okay so

he was just an average high schooler when you were introduced on produce 48

his deskmate was watching your audition video and it was the part where you were doing this freestyle

he was SO amazed and he secretly followed your journey on produce 48

always made sure to vote on time and watch the episodes live

once the debut evaluation came around, he asked everyone he knew to vote for you and even bought tickets to see the show live

almost cried when he saw that you were center

ACTUALLY CRIED when you got into the top 13 😭

fast forward to him debuting in enha

he wasn’t able to catch up on you since he was busy with trainee life, then i-land, then debut preparations

but somehow in the middle of promotions he ran into you and BOOM love at first sight

fast forward to you finally dating, he couldn’t believe he was dating the y/n of iz*one

wizones make those “ladies and gentlemen, y/n’s man” edits and engenes make those “ladies and gentlemen, jungwon’s woman” edits

both fandoms love you two so dearly that the only hate you two got were from the delusional ones (who clearly aren’t actual fans)

when your last concert came around, he couldn’t bare seeing you cry when you said “this has been iz*one’s y/n, thank you everyone!”

he got flashbacks from when you cried during the final episode of produce 48 and he’s just.. sobbing bc he couldn’t be there to hold you

so the next day he rushed to your dorms with snacks and emotional support bc you were emotionally exhausted from accepting the fact that your journey with iz*one is finally ending

you felt extremely lucky to be in his arms and he felt extremely lucky too that he’s able to make you feel a little better

★ riki - weeekly

you were both on weekly weeekly idol together

and both you and riki being main dancers, you were asked to do random dance together

a few popular songs played and the both of you did the choreos

until after school started playing and the boy did the chorus’ choreo and you were like “woah???”

bc he was so INTO ITTTT

the song was basically made for him to cover it

and the mcs saw your reaction so they asked him to do it once again but this time with the whole group

after filming, he came up to you and was like “i��m a huge fan of yours” and you’re just like ):&/£]>\**_£]

“woah really???? i rooted for you on i-land”

and his face just lights up bc his huge crush on you developed even more

you became besties since then but he didn’t ask you out until your birthday

he took you out to a puppy café, knowing you were obsessed with dogs

you’d ask him to show you pictures and videos of bisco

“i better meet bisco once we go to japan together”

melted at the thought of traveling to his hometown with you

anyways

once you left the café, he kissed you in front of your dorms

and somehow he became your boyfriend <3

riki as a bf isn’t really a very public person

he’s the “this is our relationship, not the public’s” type of person

he doesn’t wanna risk companies wanting to exploit your relationship

although he doesn’t talk about you two much, he loves to brag about you when given the chance

whenever variety show hosts would fawn over you he’d just look them in the eyes dead and go “she’s mine”

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kassies-take · 4 years ago

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Angels to Devils

Summary: A possible assassination attempt success.

A/n: My headcanon Supercorp family. With the twins Lucas and Liam, and you the oc Lauren. Sorry in advance

Warning: Blood, Heavy Injuries, ANGST

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2136

Lena usually loved waking up to mornings, Kara by her side and the world so still and quiet that nothing can ruin it. The past few days have been rough. It was another reminder that Lena had something someone else couldn’t have. Another day.

Lena’s eyes filled with tears, her stream of tears flowed into her ear and soaked the pillow. Kara wasn’t awake but Lena held onto her like she was a lifeline. Kara stirred and was immediately awoken to hug her wife.

The casts she wore restricted her movements. Kara was careful to not hurt Lena.

“It’s today isn’t it.” Lena nodded as Kara fought her tears.

You didn’t have a normal childhood, anyone with a Luthor and a Super as parents wasn’t normal. Although it wasn’t normal you knew you were loved.

You were every bit like Lena whereas Liam and Lucas were every bit like Kara. It never really bothered you that you didn’t have powers because without their powers you can easily defeat them in hand-to-hand combat.

To say Lena was proud is an understatement, she was on the sidelines raising her fists, and screaming “Go get Em’ baby!” While Lucas, Liam and Kara flushed red.

It was midsummer before your first quarter at M.I.T , you were partaking in Lena’s work days. Paperwork, meetings and your favorite lab times.

“Ren, I need you to raise the levels to 80%.” Lena watched with a tablet in her hands.

“It is actually on full power already.” You smiled.

Lena faced you before moving her head towards her tablet. “Normally I would lecture you on testing protocols but it works!” Lena placed her tablet down and squeezed you in a hug. “We have successfully made a new renewable and efficient energy source.”

“We also very much stole technology from Argo,” you laughed.

“Don’t ruin the moment.” Lena chuckled, moved back and held your head in between her hands. “My little scientist, you will do great things in the future.” Lena kissed your forehead.

“I think I’d have to start with preventing grey hair without dyes.” You joked.

Lena glared. “Okay smarty pants. You can write the report.”

You groaned as Lena smirked. “Do I have to?”

“This is only practice for the future sweetheart. Plus I have to make sure all the Pauls don’t pull out of any mergers.”

“Ugh those skeezebag lawyers, sometimes I wish I had heat vision.” Your hand shook as if you were preventing yourself from choking someone.

“Careful there,” Lena raised an eyebrow “you sound like a Luthor.”

You grabbed the tablet out of your mother’s hands and pulled the stool in front of the computers. “I hate to burst your bubble but I’m a Luthor and a Super, if you have a problem with that the door is behind you.” You replayed with a teasing tone.

“Okay I really have to go deal with Paul now, behave.” Lena sighed.

“C’mon mama I’m not Lucas.” You began to type several results into the computer.

“Good thing your brother didn’t hear that.” Lena hugged you before heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you too mama, more than I love Jeju.” Lena’s heart melted. That was something she was going to brag to Kara about.

Lena sat in the conference room, calm and collected when she really wanted to rip her hair out. She could tell that the other females in the room were feeling the same. The CEO was glad that Sam spoke up about wasting time and had ended the meeting with the final merge successful.

Sam and Lena walked out of the conference room towards the elevator. When the door dinged opened they were met with a smile and an armful of Lena’s things.

“Hi baby, did you finish the report?” Lena hugged you and grabbed her purse.

“I got bored,” You shrugged “And Aunt Sam said you were close to ripping out hair that wasn’t grey.”

“So you texted my daughter?” Lena raised her eyebrows at Sam.

“For someone who is a genius you’re missing out on the fact that your daughter just said I contacted her.”

“She texted the Spoiled group chat.” Lena gave a questioning glance at the group name.

“The group chat with Aunt Sam and the rest of the Superfriend’s Legacies.”

“I’m the cool Aunt,” Sam smirked. “But now go have fun with the rest of your day off, promise you’ll tell great stories?” Sam hugged you. “And keep your mom away from work, this was really meant to be her day off.”

“Of course! Bye Aunt Sam!” You waved as she left the elevator. “Do I get to drive home?”

“Absolutely not!”

“So I get to help in the lab, but I can’t drive home.” You reasoned as you both walked to the underground garage. “I get to pick the music then?”

You raced towards the passenger seat. You closed the door behind you and locked it immediately. Lena pulled on the door handle and pressed on the keys to unlock the car. You once again locked the car which earned the famous Luthor eyebrow raise.

Lena entered the car as you laughed at her. You knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the silent treatment for much longer.

“I’m sorry, it’s fun to mess with you and Jeju. I’ll make it up to you by playing your old music.” You said as you placed your phone on a magnetic Bluetooth connector and played an *NSYNC song.

“*NSYNC is not old!” Lena drove out of the underground packing.

“Mama, you’re 51. NSYNC is 49 years old. Half a century! It’s old.”

“I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t say that!” Lena said as she raised the volume and belted out the lyrics.

It doesn't matter,

'bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck

All that matters,

Is that you recognize that it’s just about respect (oh)

“It’s all about respect mama,” you teased.

“It better be, I’m a Luthor.” You both laughed.

The car came to a stop at the intersection on Main Street and Cordova. Lena drummed on the steering wheel and sung the chorus. You grabbed a water bottle and held it as a mic.

“Do you ever wonder why, this music gets you high?” The two sang.

The car jolted forward with a loud crash. You groaned at the burn at your neck. A sharp hiss rendered quiet with screeching tires and a horn.

A huge blow hit the car. Suddenly the car tilted towards the ground. An immense weight thrown onto you, with glass sprinkling down. Yours and Lena’s heads whipped side to side as the car flipped several times.

Shallow breaths threatened the immense silence that floated through the street.

~Lena’s POV~

A warm liquid bounced off my cheek. The cold cement acted as my bed. I didn’t have to look to know my left leg and left arm broke. I looked around trying to register what had happened.

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest, as I witnessed my daughter’s soft hand stained red and dangled limply above me. She was suspended above me, a bone or two protruded out of her side. The only thing that stopped her from falling was the seatbelt.

“Lauren baby,” My own voice unrecognizable and unsteady.

I turned to the watch on my left arm, there it sat shattered. I reached towards Lauren’s bloody hand that had her super watch. I flipped open the watch, relieved when her pulse thumped faintly.

A soft thud landed in front of the windshield. I knew it was Kara and J’onn.

“Lena! Lauren!” I heard my wife call.

The car lifted and more of Lauren’s blood flowed onto the seat, compartment and my clothes.

“Wait no no no! The car is applying pressure to one of Lauren’s wounds.”

“I can phase in, apply pressure and get her out. Where are her injuries?”

There was a moment of silence before Kara answered. “Two of her ribs are broken, her right forearm fractured, lower back spinal injury, her other arm is dislocated, broken ankle, t-the seatbelt cut her stomach.”

“I’ll get her to the D.E.O.”

J’onn glowed red and flew through the car. The Martian lifted my daughter like a feather and vanished through the top.

The car flipped up right and I could only groan in response.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Kara carried me delicately.

~3rd POV~

Supercorp landed on the D.E.O balcony. Kara guided Lena into the MedBay. However they were met with teary eyed Superfriends. Alex had tears pooled in her eyes, Nia sobbed, as J’onn stared into space. Brainy was left to share the bad news.

“You may want to sit down for this.” Brainy waited for Kara and Lena. “Lauren’s injures were very...severe, she also had internal injuries. She didn’t make it.”

Lena froze, she pushed off the bed. “No, no she can’t, she can’t be dead! Where is she?” She stepped with her broken leg and collapsed into Kara’s arm.

“Mrs. Luthor-Danvers we need to tend to your wound.” Dr. Hamilton said from the door.

“You will not! Not until I see my daughter!”

“Bring her a wheelchair,” Alex ordered.

In the D.E.O morgue, a few morticians cleaned Lauren’s body. Two stitched up her body as one cleaned the blood off the youngest Luthor-Danvers’ skin.

“Give Lena and Supergirl space.” The three morticians stepped out of the room.

Lena was wheeled onto one side and Kara stood on the other. Lauren was still warm. Kara held onto her daughter’s hand. She didn’t realize how deafening it was to not hear your heart.

The two parents sobbed. Lena caressed her daughter’s cheek. “I am, I am so sorry baby. You... you had so much more to look forward to. Jeju and I will always love you. Always.” Lena whispered and kissed your forehead. “Always.” Tears rolled down Lena’s cheeks.

Dr. Hamilton rolled Lena into the operating room.

“Little one,” Kara sobbed. She remained there until Lucas and Liam walked through the doors.

The twins were off on a college baseball retreat, and wore their red sun braclets. They received a call from Alex and had to realistically take a 2 hour plane ride back.

“Jeju,” The two boys whispered and hugged Kara. “Is mom okay?”

“She’s okay.”

“Kara, Lena is in recovery.” Alex said from the door. Kara nodded and headed back towards the MedBay.

“Lauren,” Liam whispered. “How I wish you were just sleeping.”

“I love you, Ren. Thank you for pushing me to the best I could be. Wouldn’t have been able to be Lucas Luthor-Danvers without you.” Lucas cried.

“Don’t worry about us okay, we will be okay.” Liam wiped his tears away.

Everyone of Kara’s friends and family sat on top of a hill that looked over National City. The Legends, Team Flash, Team Arrow, The Bat Family, Lucy Lane, Kal-El’s family, Sam and Ruby, Superfriends and your cousins were there.

Eliza flew in from Midvale a couple of days ago, Alura landed on Earth an hour ago and even Lillian was there in honor of her granddaughter.

Lillian was furious that your death was cause by an assassination attempt on Lena. She had pulled up security cameras and tracked the man who purposefully hit Lena’s car.

Lauren laid in a red pod and floated next to her designated tree. Everyone was given a chance to say something about you.

Kara talked about hearing your first heartbeat, Lena on helping her in the labs. Liam about how you were able to keep him and Lucas out of trouble. Lucas focused on the last midnight talk the two of you shared. Alex shared how you were a fighter.

J’onn shared your last thoughts, he shifted into your form. “I’m scared to leave this world not because I am afraid of death but because I’m scared of leaving everyone I love behind. I don’t regret anything because of everyone I had in my life.” Other cute moments were shared before Kara started The Prayer for the Dead.

She moved her hand over the pod. The House of El symbol glowed and the glass of the pod became transparent. Kara took a deep and shaky breath.

“You have been the sun of our lives. Our prayers will be the sun that lights your journey home.” Kara released another shaky breath and looked towards the horizon. “We will remember you in every dawn and await the night we join you in the sky.” Kara’s eye glistened. “Rao’s will be done.” She finished in Kryptonian.

Alura pushed the pod and it slowly flew higher and further into the horizon. Lena pinned a sign on a tree that read:

Lauren Luthor-Danvers

2027 - 2044

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kangaroo-sniper-imagine · 4 years ago

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Matching sweaters made with love!!!

-this was freaking adorable-

Demo

Tavish doesn’t know that you’ve taken up knitting. The two of you spend time together and apart and each have your own hobbies, and lets be real this man isn’t the most observant person in the world and it ain’t just because he’s missing an eye

Thinks it’s so sweet of you to make him a sweater! It shows you went through a lot of effort to make him something to keep him warm. Then you open up your coat to show a matching sweater and he loses his SHIT! Thinks its so fucking cute! Immediately puts on his own sweater and parades the two of you around to the other mercs to show off

Sweater looks like: Heather Gray with stitches that look like circles, later Tavish realizes it’s meant to look like little bombs. It’s a turtleneck and it’s super loose and comfy

Engineer

Dell knows you like knitting, sewing, and other crafting things and thinks it’s cute. You work on so many projects, he’s learned to wait until you come to him to show the end product than to ask about the project while you’re in the middle of it.

When you gift him the sweater, he's so touched he tears up a little. Sweet babey Dell pulls you into a big old bear hug in thanks. When you tell him you made a second one for yourself, he’s almost giddy asking to see it. The two of you wear them when there’s like a holiday party or for pajama shirts. He only wears his when you wear yours cuz its more special to him that way

Sweater looks like: beige with that braid look in the front and a crew neck. The sleeves are a little short to accommodate Dell’s prosthetic hand, and keeps both of your hands free to do more crafting/building

Spy

You’ll often knit next to him in his smoke room as you two spend long evenings together avoiding the rambunctious team. He never asks what you’re making but you usually ask if it looks good and he gets a good look at the project. It terribly domestic and Jacque fucking loves it

One evening, you ask him to stand up and to reach out one of his arms. He obliges and you hold up whatever garment you’re working on up to his torso. You nod decisively and sit back down; several minutes later, you chirp, “All done” and toss the spy the garment. When he gets a good look at the sweater, he smiles fondly, complimenting the craftsmanship and thanking you for a lovely present. Then you pull up your own sweater from your knitting basket and he chuckles at your sentimentality and dramatics

Sweater looks like: (regardless of team) deep wine red, no extra designs or such, with a faux turtleneck collar. Jacque like wearing it out with a black blazer (makes it classy)

Heavy

Mikhail loves that you love knitting, as his mother was also very fond of the craft. You’re often shy about whatever you’re working in and work on it in private, and he respects that. You don’t really showcase to him what you made but every so often there’s a new blanket on the bed or an extra pair of mittens in his coat pocket.

One day you shyly hand him a wrapped parcel with his name scrawled on it, and unwraps it to see an extra large, handmade sweater. Homeboy cries; it was so sweet of you to think of him and go out of your way to make him such a wonderful gift. When you tell him you made a replica for yourself, he starts crying harder. Wants to take a picture of the two of you wearing them so he can send it to his family in Russia to show off your superior craftsmanship

Sweater looks like: dark grey with a decorative design in white and red across the chest

Scout

Jeremy doesn’t really know that you knit, seeing as you do it while he does his morning and night runs. He knows, vaguely, that you do something to occupy yourself when he’s either away or when you’re alone, but he figures your business is your business and he leaves you to it. If you wanted to tell him you would’ve

One day he comes back into his room to see something akin to a birthday present on his bed. When he unwrapped it, he saw the sweater and a cute little note saying you have a matching one just like it! Jeremy grabs the sweater and tries putting it on as he runs to your room to give you a huge hug and a thank you. He wears it whenever he can and brags incessantly about how you made it

Sweater looks like: Dark green, very baggy with pinched sleeves, almost like a pullover sweatshirt and a crewneck collar

Medic

Thinks knitting is a very stimulating acidity and fully endorses the hobby. Sometimes when Ludwig holes himself up in the med bay, you’ll come in with some lunch to eat together and your knitting bag so you can parallel play with him. He’ll ask what you're making and compliments the product even if it's only halfway done

When for a few days you refused to tell him what you were working on because it was a “secret,” Ludwig left you to your devices and made his own speculations on what the creation of yarn was supposed to be. Finally, one day you burst into the lab with a proud smile on your face and what appears to be a bundle of fabric. When Ludwig finally understood that you made him a sweater, he’s suddenly overfilled with affection for you and drags you into a hug. He cries a little when you tell him you made a little sweater for Archimedes.

Sweater looks like: Its a chunky knit cream colored sweater with a red medical cross on the chest, yours has a red heart, and Archimedes’ has an “A”

Sniper

There’s nothing Mick loves more than relaxing at the end of the day with you and the soft clicking of your knitting needles as his radio plays old songs in the background. You took up knitting to have a quiet activity to do next to him as he cleans his guns and practices shooting. He thinks it’s extremely cute to look over and see you hacking away at whatever blanket or scarf you planned on making that week.

One day, you hummed excitedly and called his name to get his attention. When he looked up from sharpening his machete and sees you happily holding up a sweater. You tell him you were worried, with his habit of sleeping in only a tank top and boxers, of the upcoming cold nights and made him a sweater to sleep in. You also made one for yourself that matched his, “So it’s like we’re together!” Mick’s a little frozen because its seldom that anyone goes so far to think of his comfort, let alone make something for him. Its his favorite thing ever, and even if it’s blitzing hot out, he’ll sleep with it on his bed. Sometime a laundry mix up happens and he accidentally grabs yours and you grab his, and keeps it for a bit before giving it back because it smells like you (You do the same thing lbr)

Sweater looks like: its a thinner sweater, considering that Mick gravitates towards hot areas. Tan with a crewneck and longer sleeves.

Pyro

You two knit together! Pyro loves spending time with you and when they saw you knitting, they wanted to try it themselves. Between the two of you, Tuefort is in no short supply of mittens, scarves, and hats

One day, you announce you’re going to start a special project, and no matter how badly Pyro might want to see it, they’re not allowed to peak. Pyro agrees excitedly; they love surprises! And frankly they couldn’t wait to see what you’d do. After weeks of hard work, you finally showed off the fruits of your labor; two sweaters, one much larger than the other. You tell Pyro the special surprise was that you made matching sweaters for you and them; theirs being much larger to fit over their suit and equipment (as he never takes them off). Pyro is gleefully pulling the sweater over his head and drags you along t Oslo them off to the others

Sweater look like: bright pink with yellow stars and circles hand stitched all over. It’s super chunky and comfy and Pyro has worn it into battle on more than one occasion

Soldier

Jane knows you knit because one day his raccoon infantry got a “care package” filled with tiny customized sweaters with their names on them. Although he though I’d was adorable and kind of you, he had to act like you were spoiling them; the little smile you gave told him you knew he wasn’t too serious

One day, Jane too received a “care package” from a mysterious source; and was thoroughly impressed at the handmade sweater inside. After grabbing it, he went on to the base, hunting you down to hug and love on you in public as thanks. When he did find you, you were also wearing a sweater. In fact, you were wearing HIS sweater, just your own. A moment of confusion later, Solly connects the dots and gives you a big old kiss on the cheek

Sweater looks like: red and white diagonal stripes with a blue star over the heart.

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misc-headcanons · 4 years ago

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can i get some headcanons of the vinsmoke siblings finding out their s/o is pregnant?? thank youuuu

Reiju

She'd be excited, but also worried. The thought of being a mother along with her s/o is indescribable, and for the first time in a very long time she feels a swell of happiness thinking about her family.

But then...she thinks about the rest of her family. Would her father want to use his grandchild as a test subject like his children? Would her s/o and her child be safe around her brothers? They're emotionless and use violence and intimidation to solve most of their problems; what if they got annoyed by their niece/nephew crying, or if they bullied her pregnant s/o just for fun?

She'd have a long talk with her s/o and make a plan to run away for good if Judge does end up wanting to "modify" her child, and she tells her s/o to come to her immediately if they start to feel unsafe around her brothers. She'll do what she can to hide her anger and bide her time if that happens, but she'll have no doubt in her mind that she'd leave them behind for good if it meant her s/o and her child would be safe and happy.

Ichiji

Immediately goes to brag to Judge and his siblings that he's going to be a dad. Probably tries to use it as an excuse to get something like a "promotion" or rewards from his dad, though as the eldest brother and #1 in Germa 66 he really can't get any higher up in the chain as long as Judge is in power.

He likes the idea of a little version of him walking around, and he has the royal tailors make an outfit for his unborn son that's basically "Baby's First Raid Suit". He even has a pair of red-tinted sunglasses made for them so they can match!

Insists on carrying his pregnant s/o everywhere, and is more protective of them, but he says he isn't doing it out of a sense of kindness on his s/o's behalf--it's more about "protecting his property" in a way, since they're "his" AND they have his kid in their body. What can I say, the Vinsmoke brothers aren't very sympathetic. Or caring. Or healthy partners. And even if he did genuinely care for them, he sure as fuck isn't going to tell them that and risk feeling like he's going soft or is weak for having emotions.

Niji

He's the least "emotional" about it, at least on the outside. He'll brag to Judge and hold it over the others that he made an heir first, but apart from that he doesn't show much attachment to the actual kid in question--at first.

He'd spoil his s/o to "congratulate" them for giving him an heir, and he's as protective and possessive as Ichiji is. He's more openly affectionate though, and will be more willing to do things to make his s/o feel better (even if it's something he doesn't want to be inconvenienced by, like escorting them somewhere or massaging them, he'll still have the servants do that for him)

It doesn't really hit him that he's going to be a father until he feels the baby kick for the first time. And for someone who isn't used to feeling emotions, that little spark of realization...freaks him the FUCK out. He doesn't like feeling like this, so unsure and nervous and heavy in his chest and vulnerable. He keeps wondering why he cares so much about something, despite being modified to not feel shit like that.

He might even ask Judge to modify his brain a bit to get rid of whatever was going on to make him feel this way, but I think Judge would say it's not needed (he's a huge piece of shit and unsympathetic as hell, but Judge doesn't think there's anything wrong with being pleased at the fact you're going to have a child--Niji's giving the best nation in the world an heir, and has pleased his father! Of course he should feel pleasure from that, as much as his brain allows him to feel things).

Sanji

When he hears the news, he's so shocked at first that he just stares up at his s/o. And then...the crying starts--happy tears, don't worry! This is the happiest he's ever been, actually. He's going to have a child with the person he loves. They're going to be parents.. He's going to be a father.

Will wait on them hand and foot to make sure their pregnancy is as comfortable as possible. If ____ thought he was a servant of love before, holy SHIT does he kick it up a notch while they're pregnant. Making all sorts of meals to satisfy even the strangest cravings (making safe-to-eat substitutes if they're craving something like pancake batter or coffee, etc.), drawing them bubble baths and washing them every night, setting all their medical appointments with Chopper and insisting on carrying them to the clinic...____ is treated like a deity now instead of simply royalty like before, lol. He talks to their baby every day through ____'s tummy, telling them about how he can't wait to see them when they're born and how much he loves them, and will even talk about his day (referring to his nakama as the baby's "aunties" and "uncles"...even Zoro, though he's called "Uncle Marimo" or "your dumbass swordsman Uncle")

When he first feels his child kick, he tears up. When he sees them on a sonogram, he tears up. He's a lot more emotional throughout the pregnancy, just because he's so excited and in love and HAPPY. There's so much in his heart that it feels physically heavy sometimes, to be honest.

Also his ideal name for the baby, regardless of gender, would be Sora 🥲

Yonji

The kind of asshole who would make a rude joke about it. ("Ohhh, I was wondering why you looked a little heavier. What, you're not already super emotional, are ya? It was a joke!")

He's also smug about being the first of his siblings to produce an heir/addition to the royal family, since he knows Judge is going to reward him for it. And he is SO going to hold that over his brothers' heads. They give him shit about being the youngest and thus the"weakest" sometimes (whenever Sanji isn't around), but guess what assholes, I'M the one who made an heir first--Suck it, I'VE got a baby!

Is constantly asking when it's going to be born. No matter how many times his s/o tells him the projected due date, he'll ask almost every day: "When's it gonna pop out?" He refers to his kid as "it" until his s/o or Reiju points out that you probably shouldn't refer to your fucking child as an "it", but he will quit it if it bothers his sister and his s/o that much.

Is constantly talking about the stuff he wants to do with his kid when they're born, even if babies can't...you know, do stuff in general. He's kind of a disaster when it comes to childcare and caring for his pregnant s/o, but he's easily the most enthusiastic and genuinely happy (can he feel happiness? Eh fuck it, "the closest he can feel to happiness") compared to Ichiji and Niji.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke brothers #reiju #yonji #sanji #niji #ichiji #tw: pregnancy #mine

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bitch-for-a-rainbow · 3 years ago

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Lex Luthor: I actually really like him and Supergirl made me mad

So, Lex Luthor is a very interesting, sometimes thought provoking, but most of all very enjoyable character.

Lex is many things, a classic egomaniacal villain, an example of what lies can do to a relationship, a walking, talking red flag, a warning of how hubris and jealously can destroy you, and much, much more. He is not the typical strain of insane— if crazy at all, highly competent, and best of all knows every one of Superman’s buttons and exactly how to press them.

I love watching Lex in every media I’ve ever seen him in going back to the original Christopher Reeve Superman. Every media, that is, except Supergirl. Why?

Because she isn’t fucking Superman.

Obviously, I love Supergirl— I run a blog with her in my icon— but there are certain things she is not and was never meant to be. Nemesis to Lex Luthor is right up there with a mass-murdering nazi (which is why the multiverse exists-- so that you can make her the first super on earth, Lex Luthor’s ex-friend, and not completely ignore the foundation of who they are as characters)

Lex is fun because he’s so smart, but also because of the personal stake he has with Superman. Lex felt jealous. In many cases, he felt betrayed. He let that fester into mania and then he built an evil radioactive robo-suit and committed mass murder. You know, like reasonable people do.

Lex was Superman’s friend and that gives his hatred of Kryptonians not only purpose, but emotional weight. Their relationship has that itching tension of painful history. In addition, Lex is extremely prideful. To him, Supergirl would be second class, she’s backup. And there is a story there: a story when Lex has a breakdown when backup knocks him into the sun, or the (in my opinion, less entertaining) version where Superman shows up to save her, reaffirming Lex’s worldview that he’s everything and defeating Superman means that Lex is the greatest and smartest, and even more stories beyond those that still adhere to its core principles— Kara and Lex as characters.

But Supergirl chose neither. Instead they chose another recycle Superman plot. And then another. And another.

I should make time to say that I like Jon Cryer; I think he’s doing a great job with what he’s been given. He’s got the charisma. He’s got the smarmy self-congratulating swagger down perfectly. The scenes where the real Lex pokes its ugly head through his facade are just great. I think in anything else he would have made an excellent Lex Luthor, but not here.

I was… disappointed with season 4. I liked 4x20– Kara and Lena investigating was fun at worst and at best had some really good edge of my seat moments. I thought that 4x16 “The House of L” was one of the best episodes of supergirl in a very long time and it still holds its place at least in my top 10, probably my top 5. But you will notice Lex wasn’t even in 4x20 and his places in 4x16 I actually enjoyed could easily have been occupied by any other intelligent villainous character. From a very basic point of view Col. Haley would have fit the mold of the manipulator training the compassionate but confused alien to kill— Wouldn’t have been her first time.

The later usages of Lex in Supergirl are also attempting a common Superman plot. Lex “redeems” himself, tricks the public into trusting him again by framing Superman for something, and eventually is once again revealed to be evil. It sounds like a repetitive, boring plot that would lose the audience suspension if belief after a few tries— “Seriously, this again. How are they not expecting this by now?” And that complaint works for Supergirl. Because Supergirl isn’t Superman.

Clark Kent was Lex Luthor’s best friend. Clark Kent ignored every warning sign and red flag waved in his face because Lex Luthor was his best friend. Clark Kent harbors a deep, abiding hurt and resentment from Lex’s betrayal. He has no trust for Lex, just like any hero would, but he also has the built up anger from repeated clashes with Lex and the initial betrayal. So when Lex returns, once again proclaiming he’s changed his ways, Superman’s response is a very public, very obviously bitter “yeah, right.” When Lex lays one of his traps for Superman, Clark is a little too rash. Lex Luthor knows how to push all of Clark’s buttons, even if he doesn’t know that they’re Clark’s. Lex can play him like a fiddle, and as for the general populace— would you be so steadfast in your trust of the invulnerable alien that could laser you in half in the blink of an eye and seems to be getting a little too comfortable in his role as peacekeeper? Would you, when even the slightest chance could slaughter your entire planet and you would have nothing and no one would could stop him— except, of course, Lex Luthor?

We’ve been shown through many media that when Lex can’t manipulate his opponent, when villain comes that is simply too big for him to work on, he is at incredible risk. There are several stories I can think of of the top of my head where Lex becomes a temporary ally of the heroes simply because he realizes he can’t manipulate this new, powerful player and that therefore they are a risk to him (I actually really like those stories because the dynamics between him and the heroes are incredibly fun and interesting— you start to get an idea of who Lex is underneath all of the wit and ego).

This is Supergirl’s great failure with Lex. The show understands that he is a genius— makes a great fuss about it. They understand that he is a manipulator— it’s his entire plot line with Lena. But they fail to understand that Lex’s ploys don’t work because he’s just so smart like the smartest ever. They work because he knows Superman and he knows that people are afraid of him— even the ones who trust and love him live with the knowledge that if he gets mind controlled or goes crazy, he could kill them all with ease, and that it’s happened before.

Supergirl wasn’t around for Lex’s turn. This Supergirl wasn’t even in that steady of contact with Clark. She has no stinging betrayal, no anger and bitter history to make her rash and predictable. Certainly by now, two seasons into Lex’s placement in the show, she is angry— but by all the evidence we’ve been given, Kara’s anger just makes her more volatile, unpredictable and sometimes genuinely down for murder, which is definitely not something Lex needs. We have seen her both let Lex “fall to his death” (when she wasn’t all that angry— she just accepted his suicide without trying to force him into prison) and nearly shoot him with laser vision (this time she was angry and emotionally unstable after the death of Argo and the more Lex centered anger that he revealed her identity and destroyed her relationship with Lena. There is no question that she would have killed-- or at the very least maimed-- him if The Monitor hadn’t intervened). If Superman just murdered Lex when he got angry, he would have died a dozen times over.

Lex doesn’t even have a basic understanding of Kara’s mindset. He can’t. Superman was raised by American humans in Kansas— he has a worldview that Lex could easily pick up on because it is at least based on watching most of the same events unfold as they grew up— and that’s if they had never met before they started fighting. Sure, he could assume Superman had some quirks from being an alien, but the base Americanized cultural standpoint was already affecting Lex’s machinations because he was an American. He’s familiar with the culture and values Superman follows— not so with Kara. I don’t even know if it was possible for him to obtain information on her religion, let alone the cultural views on justice. His research on her past fights would have been choppy at best, given that there are so many things that only Kara or the other Superfriends were there for. He can’t have the information about that fight on Mars where Kara literally disintegrated at least 3 white martians. He can’t know what happened with Reign beyond “she’s not going to be a problem anymore”. He might have more information about the Daxamite invasion through government records and his mother but the information is still limited. As for Non and Myriad, we don’t even know what happened to Non, and did they report to the DEO that J’onn literally tore Indigo in half (very graphically I might add). Or did they just say “They won’t be a problem anymore.” Lex may have been spying on Kara since Season 2, but how much is watching her civilian life going to help him understand her, when Kara’s civilian life was constructed to hide? Kara Danvers doesn’t say a lot of what she thinks to avoid notice, and even Supergirl keeps her mouth shut a lot of the time to try and maintain human-alien relations. The episodes where she squabbles with the Col. Haley and President Baker are full of her smiling and gritting her teeth through statements that clearly make her very angry.

Lex “falling to his death” and then getting shot at the end of season 4 was a great moment— it fit with the characters motivations, but it also unfortunately illustrated the problem with Supergirl characters interacting with Lex. J’onn was a soldier who kills people. Kara has killed people. Alex has killed people. This scene was not the first time we watched Lena try to murder someone with that gun. They are not restricted by the moral code Superman uses, which makes it both more difficult and more dangerous for Lex to try manipulating them— so he doesn’t and instead they skip the intermediary and rely wholly on him being able to manipulate the public. This works to an extent with Red Daughter, but only because anti-alien sentiment was at an all time high with the Children of Liberty, and because Lex lucked into an amnesiac supergirl clone. So little of the heavy lifting was actually done by Lex it feels less like his accomplishment and more like he cheated off of 3 different people and then bragged about his math skills. I said it before and I’ll say it again. The season 4 villain could have been anyone with moderate intelligence and resources. After crisis, the excuses just get weaker and weaker. I mean come on, he confessed to trying to mind control the whole world in front of the jury while screaming vile things at his sister who’s sitting there visibly flinching at his words and they unanimously voted not-guilty? Are you kidding? (Also after watching all the courtroom scenes in Supergirl... do they know how courtrooms work? I mean, I laughed as hard as anyone at the “I plead the 5th” line, but seriously. Do they?)

And Crisis was… a choice. I personally hated that they brought Lex back to life— more so because the in-universe reasoning was so weak. Lex Luthor does not face a whole lot of consequences, it’s true, but that’s because he has the genius, guile, and money to avoid them. To give him such an unearned out— especially after all the damage he’d done by dying— really hurt the both the stakes and the character. Lex is a human, and he fights Superman by taking advantage of very human things: corruption, anger, and fear as well as ingenuity and resourcefulness. He loads the deck in his favor— he doesn’t win on luck. And Lex in the CW Supergirl, seems to only win on luck. First he finds Red Daughter right when anti-alien sentiment is blowing up, then he is resurrected, then he finds out the crisis world loves him. He has had exactly 1 major victory based on his own work— manipulating Brainy. A manipulation which was really hard to believe when Brainy was, in canon, much, much smarter than Lex, familiar with his tactics, lying to the superfriends for no reason, and had no emotional reaction to cloud his judgement.

And even so, this one plot line was one of the more interesting ones in season 5 and the most Lex Luthor-like plot line the show has had. Even when I felt my suspension of disbelief slipping, it wasn’t entirely in tatters. Lex’s win felt somewhat earned.

He has been in the show for 2 1/2 seasons and he has had 1 major victory that felt at all earned. 2 and 1/2 seasons. That’s currently around 45% of the show’s run time.

All in all, we have 4 deeply related problems that plague the CW Supergirl Lex Luthor:

Lex Luthor’s plans rely as much on effective manipulation of Superman as they do on his own genius. Without that manipulation, his victories rely much more on happenstance and luck, making them feel less earned.

Lex Luthor cannot effectively manipulate Supergirl— at the very least, not in the beginning of their relationship, which CW Supergirl focuses on— nor does he try to manipulate her or much of the cast beyond Lena and once with Brainy.

Supergirl kills people. Supergirl has killed Lex. Superman doesn’t kill people.

Lex fighting Supergirl does not have the kind of inherent emotional weight that Lex fighting Superman does.

There are some other issues I have with the CW supergirl version of Lex, but I think if it was a Superman show I wouldn’t have minded. The large amount of screen time dedicated to him would make sense there, and the fact that he’s a cockroach seemingly impervious to any plot consequences would also fit more in line with Superman’s increasing frustration and make his manipulations more effective.

The only problem I have that wouldn’t been solved purely by making it about Superman is the crowding problem. In season 1, Non and the DEO were highly connected and fed each other as villains. Season 2 also fit that same block of alien vs. anti alien. Both of those secondary villains (the army/DEO in s1 and Cadmus in s2) were very much not as big a villain as the main. Season 3 sort of had a secondary villain with Morgan Edge, but he was mostly just a Lena problem. All of these seasons had a good balance between the villains screen time and also between the villains and heroes. It got a little more complicated with the extra world killers in s3, but still functioned fairly smoothly with focus on Reign. This is one of the main reasons that seasons 1 and 3 are my favorites. S4, however, got more cluttered. A lot more cluttered. Manchester Black, the Children of Liberty, Lex Luthor, Red Daughter, and Eve Tessmacher were all villains with multi-episode arcs handled directly by Supergirl herself. There was too much to cover, not enough connection, and not enough time— plus 2 new main cast members (Look, I love Nia and Brainy but that season had way too much going on). Season 5 had Leviathan, Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor and 2 new mains. Each of those villain arcs had their own distinct plot from one another and screen time started to become more choppy and spread out. Season 6 now has so far Lex Luthor, the phantom zone, and Nyxly, as well as the Zor-El mini-arc, and while I’ll give them some leeway for Melissa Beniost’s maternity leave, there is again too much in too little time. Villains are underdeveloped or not given weighty closures, each main gets less and less personal screentime, and every shot that doesn’t serve a good or entertaining purpose feels like pouring out water from a canteen in the desert, especially now in the last season. Lex has greatly suffered for this both in the rage at how much screen time he gets compared to other characters, Kara in particular, and because of how his arcs are still hobbled by the lack of it.

I just find myself wishing they’d restricted Lex to a 3 or 4 episode mini-arc, or just season 4 and saved him for the Superman and Lois show. They could have played the crisis resurrection as just an unfortunate coincidence of fate and had it be Superman’s problem from there on.

To Jon Cryer, may you never see this. It’s so very not your fault.

If anyone actually reads this whole thing and I got something wrong let me know. I’d love to discuss it. Today, I’m just trying to isolate the main issues I have with Lex in Supergirl.

#i spent way too long on this #And I'm pretty sure I still have typos and fragmented sentences #but im not spending another minute editing #so here you go #Supergirl #Lex Luthor

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cabinetofdrcaligosto · 4 years ago

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(Hey Mun, what do you think would've happened if Loboto's parents were decent people and accepted their son was psychic?)

(So just a note, I had way too much fun with this haha xDD It’s a super long post so I’ll probably put a “keep reading” halfway through) But this is 100% headcanon/fanfic/AU land from this point on!! *cracks knuckles to type*

So if Loboto's parents were actually nice and understanding people..... He would’ve grown up in a loving household, and be encouraged to keep using his powers.

Because I have a feeling his parent's are the type to brag, they probably would've flaunted the fact he had powers to everyone. Whether their world hates psychics or not, they would've been proud of him and have him show off any chance he got (like helping the neighbors maybe, or just having fun lifting people off the ground to “fly”, etc.)

Eventually, he'd be known by his whole little seaside town as a psychic xDD In highschool, word of him would've reached the government/Psychonauts and they'd try to recruit him on (I was thinking maybe he would’ve been sent to Whispering Rock, but maybe it wasn’t established yet, so they probably recruited psychics back then like the army?)

Since Loboto's parents were cool, they would’ve encouraged him to follow what ever dream he wanted, and that would still be a sailor xDD I like to think he probably wouldn’t have gone to college after high school or join the Psychonauts. He’d sign onto the first boat that would hire him and set to sea like he always dreamed.

The fisherman didn't really know what a psychic could do on a boat, until they saw Cal pull in his first catch.... and everything in it's radius xDD He probably would've become a super successful fisherman! Pulling tons of stuff out of the water and making alot of money for it ^w^ And he would’ve lived happily ever after as a sailor/fisherman............... But then.... I really like the idea that he might have joined the Psychonauts later on xDD So if he DID join them.... how? And then I thought xD (story continues under the cut)

Ever since his psychic powers started showing up, he started having dreams of a "sea witch". When he was young, he thought nothing of it, just a cool dream. But when he was out at sea, the dreams would became more vivid and violent. Everytime, the figure would be calling his name. He didn't know what those dreams meant until... one day returning from sea, his parents didn't pick him up like usual.

When he returned home, he'd find his house destroyed and his parents... well... (either dead or missing ^^;;;) He'd find out later, from a Psychonaut agent investigating the case, that other psychics had done it. He recognizes the organization that had approached him years earlier from the agent. Sad and angry at what happened, and wanting to know why and who had done this to his family, he joins the Psychonauts.

Then I had more fun trying to fit him into the current timeline xD I like to think Sasha and Morry were already there and already halfway through there agent training (Sasha maybe being alittle more ahead of Morry). But they would act as teachers from time to time to help train new recruits.

They would take Cal and eventually Milla under there wing. Because Cal was alittle older, he'd probably have alittle more difficulty learning other abilities. But telekinesis would still be the one thing he was crazy good at. Like maybe lifting multiple super heavy things all at the same time is difficult to do for other psychics (like they can only lift one thing at a time with there minds while Cal can lift and move a bunch of stuff, lol I dunno, just trying to think how he could differ from the others). I also like to think him and Milla would have been learning buddies xD (also maybe Morry still had his hair in the 70′s/80′s? hehe)

Morry and Sasha would "graduate" first and eventually go onto try and do missions together.... but that wound up failing miserably because their personalities clashed too much. So when Cal and Milla passed, Sasha would take on Milla as a partner (he was helping her recover from her trauma anyway, so they thought it would be a good fit) and Morry would have Cal.

I like to think if/when these 2 were on missions together, they'd be completely off the walls reckless xDD

They'd get their missions done, but not without costing the Psychonauts branch a TON of money (due to destroying... EVERYTHING on missions). Cal would love being a Psychonaut just for the adventure xD So what about those strange dreams?

Well, eventually he’d find the name of the psychics suspected in harming his family, the Galochio’s. And one day, he'd meet one of them during a dangerous mission Ford was called to and asked for backup from his most powerful agents (Sasha, Milla, Morry, and Cal). They wouldn't be able to reach Ford though, one of the psychics they’d run into would be way too powerful for them. But Cal would get a good clue from something they said.

(I’m kind of going off that one dream I had about Maligula talking with Loboto) After that big mission, and knowing Ford was injured during the battle, Cal decided missions would be too dangerous for the time being (after hearing the Galochios knew his name and that apparently they wanted him dead xDD). He instead decided to stick with researching and inventing for the Psychonauts, while Morry would go onto establishing Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp xDD Cal’s lab is located under the motherlobe, with big open windows looking out into the depths of the lake that surrounds the building.

He spends all his time down there creating and building new tools and weapons for agents, as well as gathering information about enemies. As of Psychonauts 2 (in this AU hehe ^^;;;), he’d still be trying to piece together his family's history with the Galochio's, as well as the Aquatos. Here’s his outfit too ^w^ (his little necklace is the patch he had on his shirt as a boy)

Sorry this was such a long post, my thoughts just went EVERYWHERE haha xDD But I like to think this is what might have happened to him if his parents were good people ;w;

#Anon #asks #I..... I wrote so much haha xDD #psychonauts

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joontier · 4 years ago

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 2

–> Pairings: kim seokjin x reader; jeon jungkook x reader

–> Rating: R

–> Genre/warnings: M U C H A N G S T; y’all I even cried while writing this sksksk why do I torture myself like this; slightly graphic mentions of dead people, mentions of blood, super slight gore; suggestive language, SMUT AGAIN (voyeurism, shit why do i expose myself too much, petting, unprotected sex, kitchen sex)

–> Word count: 8.8k

–> A/N: Korean vocabulary used will be placed at the end of the chapter :-) Also, all history indicated here is fictitious, then again, it is fan fiction after all. ALSO, GOOD LUCK WITH THE END OF THE CHAPTER ;) tell me whatcha think!!!

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 2

The warmth in the room makes you stir in bed, the sun’s rays attempting to peek through the paper windows creating too much discomfort for you to continue your beloved slumber. As you turn your body, you see a scroll accompanied by a carnation on your bedside table. Hastily reaching for the scroll, your other hand clutches onto the blanket to cover your chest.

Your stomach drops. With trembling hands, you open the message. No, No, No. NO!

“My love,

Truthfullly, I do not know where to begin, nor do I know why I am writing this in the first place. What I can be somehow certain of is that I do not have full confidence that my plans shall come into fruition. I guess this letter shall provide me with the least solace for my judgments. The matters of the south have cost me sleepless nights and days, moments that I could regrettably have spent with you, and for that I am truly sorry. It pains me that you might have perceived last night a selfish act to heed to the wants of the flesh but know that every word I have uttered during our throes of passion was not made in jest.

I will not have to lie – you carrying my children, the two of us finally creating a family – the thought alone gives me unparalleled happiness. In the near future, I desire twelve children with you representing the twelve lunar animals, that is, if you allow me to do so. I will be satisfied with eleven, if you must.

Great is the pain that I have to bear with my decision, but great too is the weight of my duties to my country. You of all people have reminded me of that. It is treason against the country for me not to find a way to make amends, yet is treason against my heart to have left you like this.

Alas, I too am scared myself with this journey that I must take, but your love and prayers shall give me strength. My queen, I ask you to not worry much for I did not come unprepared, for I have brought with me the greatest warriors known to our nation, and they shall stand by my side, should the time come that our peaceful exertions shall lead to one of violence.

If, however, may our ancestors and the gods forbid, that the circumstances shall not permit me to return to you, the only love of my life, I cannot ask you remain alone without me in this cruel world because that would be most selfish of me. Live and indulge yourself in the pleasures of life, my dove, continue your flight in this world even if it no longer has me in it.

If I truly have gone for good, I want you to be happy. I am begging you to be happy. Find a man that shall love you from the tiny mole by your forehead to the tips of your toes. Find a man that shall cherish you for your entire being, find someone that shall bestow upon you love more than you deserve, just as you have done the same to me and to the people around you.

Let this reassurance console you that the happiest days of my life have been from your love and affection, and that I die loving only you and with a fervent hope that our souls shall be reunited after this and will have to part no more. Just because I would have passed away does not mean I am not with you, I will always be here looking over you, keeping you safe. Should the day come that you succumb to the sadness of my loss, just close your eyes and I will be by your side in an instant.

This is goodbye to your kisses that shall continue to linger on my lips even if I could not have them again. This is goodbye to your caresses that have kept me warm during the harsh, cold winters. This is goodbye to your endless patronizing that has grounded me through the many decisions I had to make. And finally, this is goodbye to you, my angel, my sweet carnation.

With every word written comes forth a tear, and I fear that I may not finish this letter without wetting the entire page. I will have to leave shortly, and now I will leave your security to the hands of our new captain. He has my trust.

Know that I would have traded a decade of my life just to spend ten more breaths with you. I love you, my queen, with all that I was, with all that I am, and with all that I ever will be.

Seokjin”

A loud, broken sob escapes your lips. Your cheeks become wet with tears, visible wet patches staining your blanket. You let yourself fall back to the bed, body crumpling in anguish. How could you have let him go? You curse at yourself for letting sleep take over you again earlier, when he was already at arm’s reach, so close to forbid him from leaving.

You stay like that on the bed for a few moments, body quaking with distress and clutching onto the piece of paper close to your chest. This was it. Although there was still a part of you that Seokjin will come home to you in one piece, your brain is already betraying you with images of your husband covered in blood, left lifeless in the middle of the road.

Crying harder at the image, you try to muffle them with your blankets that vaguely smell of Seokjin. Your chest constricts. You already know he had intentions of visiting the south even with your constant reminders of the dangers of the south. Your heart clenches when you recall the one time you had argued about it.

‘It’s a lost cause, Seokjin.’ You already felt that one thing was going to lead to another and this conversation was definitely going to end up in an argument.

“What I am I supposed to do here then? Stand and join festivities while my own people are being attacked by rebellious troops? While riots occur on the daily? While there are people dying of hunger on the streets?”

“No! I- That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what am I to do then?!”

“I just—If you go there…” You hiccup, unable to continue when your lips start to tremble. You choke as you suppress a sob, covering your face with your hands as you start to bawl your heart out. Seokjin flees toward you, apologizing profusely as he had probably scared you with the risen pitch of his voice. “Shhh,” he engulfs you in a hug, pulling you close to him.

You begin to calm down after some time, the warmth of Seokjin’s body easily consoling you. Your husband doesn’t let go when you finally catch your breath and your grip tightens around his waist, creasing his durumagi.

With your voice slightly muffled as your mouth is pressed against your husband’s chest, you continue talking, knowing that Seokjin will have no problem comprehending your words. “I’ve lost everyone because of them Seokjin. My father, my real mother, my friends…” you sniff, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your jeogori. “Please,” you beseech, “I can’t lose you to them too,” your voice cracks at the thought, eyes brimming with tears once more.

“I won’t let that happen, love.” He doesn’t know that.

You feel your chest starting to heave again, Seokjin slowly guides you to the bed, seats you both, and lets you lay your head on his lap as he rests his own on the wall adjacent to the bed. Gently, he strokes your hair until you finally, truly calm down this time, silent tears now rolling down your cheeks.

The words are heavy on your lips, every emotion rolling off your tongue as you say the words you dread the most. “They’re going to kill you Seokjin.” You take his hand and rest it against your cheek, his hand still seemingly larger with the way your two hands are clutching onto it. You continue with bated breath, “Maybe even before you enter the southern gates, maybe even before you get a single step out of the capitol...” Your voice comes down to a whisper when you repeat your earlier words. “They are going to kill you.”

You tilt your head a little to take a good look at your husband. You see the faint stubble just under his chin. He probably hasn’t shaved yet with the lack of free time on his hands. Shamelessly, you always imagine what he’d look like with a beard but you’re willing to bet your life that he’d be just as handsome as he is now. He keeps on shaving it, much to your dismay, countering that he doesn’t want you to feel and discomfort or itch when he kisses you. You’ll have to leave your bearded Seokjin fantasies somewhere in the future. If the future still has Seokjin in it.

In the past, the five major cities of Korea never got along. It was more of an unspoken rivalry for years on end between the kings and their subjects. People from the east took pride on their agricultural lands and livestock, the westerners’ livelihood depends heavily on lumber, northerners brag about their coal mining and fishery, the south leads the nation’s masonry and defense, and finally, the capitol is the center of textile and is otherwise known as the home of the scholars.

Combined together, this nation would have been unconquerable. But these royals are still human beings and human beings are vulnerable to temptation, constantly fueled by the idea of acquiring something that another does not have.

Unfortunately, a nation with citizens that had no sense of nationalism was the perfect target, the easiest to penetrate for the colonizers. The promises of an alliance to a foreign nation seemed to great an offer to decline. Fools. Just like that, the foreigners tricked each king to go against the other cities – their own people, their own blood. Empty promises drilled into empty heads. Blinded by inane vows of wealth and power, these people who call themselves leaders never knew they were being deceived altogether.

That is, until King Seokwoo of the capitol, Seokjin’s father, realized the deception early enough to stop the war but too late to pacify the nation’s internal turmoil. With his heart and dignity on the line, the brave king of the capitol had gone to the other kings to make them realize their mistakes, their greed, and their shameless thirst for power.

Nobody wanted to believe him at first, not when he too was a part of it all. He apologized in court – the one thing a king never does. He put his pride on the line for the country he loves, bowing his head in front of the other kings, and their respective advisors. King Seokwoo knew he was going to lose his credibility like this with his heart and pride on his sleeve, but only he knew, and only he understood, that a king should not be loyal to the throne and the power it holds, but to his country.

Only when he revealed the scrolls of plans he stole from the colonizers that they collectively decided to temporarily set aside their present caprices and decree a pact for the good of the nation. For once in a very long time, the kings had agreed on one thing.

That night, they had agreed to choose a king to lead the fight against the colonizers – the king who would lead Korea back to greatness. Three kings, in honor of Seokwoo’s bravery and humility, chose him to be the leader of the nation. Only one king of a city voted against Seokwoo as King of Korea – your father.

“My Queen?” A soft voice calls from outside your door. Haesoo.

“Leave, Haesoo.”

“Jungjeon-mama, please. You have not left your room all morning, and lunch—”

“I said leave!”

You recoil the moment the words spill from your mouth. You hadn’t meant to snap at her, she was your favorite court lady after all. She was stubborn, above all things, and you likened her to your younger self that’s why she earned your favor the most. But her adamancy only causes her more trouble, especially in times like these. Perhaps her slight insensitivity came with her youth? You’re certain that you’ve caused worry because of your audible wailing earlier, but company was the last thing you needed right now.

“Yes my Queen.” She replies, voice small.

You don’t know how long you stay in bed like that, watching your chest rise and fall under the covers with every breath. Your head is swirling in emotions – fear, anger, misery. As you continue to stare into the ceiling, your stomach grumbles so you deem it wise that you have at least one meal for today - just enough to satiate your hunger and give you strength to face the rest of the day. But not before indulging yourself in your favorite bath first.

You stay much longer in the bath today – letting the water cause wrinkles in the pads of your fingers. Shoving your husband’s image to the back of your head temporarily, your thoughts drift to other the other predicaments you have to face while Seokjin is away. ‘You have to be strong,’ you mutter to yourself. For Seokjin. For the future. For Korea.

The court ladies get startled when you suddenly rise from the pool, one of them hurriedly draping a towel over you. You let her lead the way to a dressing room where your royal garments are neatly folded on a table. Staring at your reflection on the mirror, your eyes linger on the red marks littered across your torso. You feel your chest constrict one more time. Taking a deep breath, you repeat to yourself. ‘For Seokjin. For the future. For Korea.’

Chaeyoung waits until you have worn your undergarments and helps you with the rest of your hanbok. You can feel the nervousness radiating off her, clammy hands tying the ribbons on your dress. You can’t really blame her; this was probably the first time they have seen you this cold and distant. You usually made small talk with the court ladies, genuinely curious about their individualities and because they’re the closest you can get to your subjects.

Certainly, Seokjin’s leave also has the whole palace on edge. Everybody was aware of what was going on in the south, and with their king’s sudden absence this morning, word has been going around in the palace. You’re thankful that the palace workers are discreet with their whispering, but these wooden walls were never thick enough to maintain secrecy between two people.

You leave the room as soon as Chaeyoung finishes and you come face to face with a familiar red and white uniform. “Wangbi,” Captain Jung greets as he bows his head. “Captain.” You acknowledge, finding yourself looking up at him when you do so – he was taller than you expected him to be.

“I am under the King’s orders to watch you wherever you go, my Queen.” He tails after you when you start walking.

“And does that include the private royal baths Captain?” You turn to face him again.

He gets flustered at your question, quickly averting his gaze from you. Looking down, the captain shakes his head, muttering under his breath something along the lines of ‘security’ and ‘king’s orders’.

You don’t know what urged you to tease him like that – probably because of his innocent-like features that makes him so tease-worthy, but since his arrival and inauguration as captain of the royal guards, you can’t help but get drawn to the man. Sure, he was attractive with attributes of youthful exuberance on his face, that, and that he was a finely built man, taut muscles hiding underneath those silken robes. At least, that’s what you presume from listening to the whispers among the court ladies.

They also said he’s had quite the reputation from where he came from in the East, famous for his looks and even more famous for his ways of luring skirts to his bed. So, you’ve heard. Genuinely surprised at how these rumors even came out in the first place, it still makes you laugh when you recall the obscenity of it all, despite the court ladies supposedly being the spitting image of modesty observed in the palace.

The rumors are true. You could easily attest to that as you have personally witnessed it once, how the captain could easily captivate women with his face alone. But his charm wasn’t the reason why you seem to magnetize towards the captain.

During their inauguration day, as you were too preoccupied with how dashing your husband looks in official robe, you hadn’t been paying attention to the event, let alone the emotional speech that the captain shared to the crowd. It was only when you caught sight of the scar on his left cheek that got you so curious. You wonder where you’ve seen that scar before. He looks familiar. He feels familiar. You can’t put a finger on it right now, but you certainly feel like you’ve known Jung Jungkook from somewhere, sometime in your past.

You don’t realize you’re lost in your thoughts when a hand suddenly pulls you back by your elbow, stopping you from walking straight to a wall. “Jungjeon-mama!” The lady beside you exclaims. “My Queen, are you okay?” The captain behind you asks, his grip now loosening on your elbow. You nod sheepishly, dismissing the whole fiasco with an awkward cough.

“You can go ahead, Chaeyoung. I’ll be back by sunset. Make sure dinner is ready by then.” The court lady nods curtly in acknowledgment and bows before leaving the both of you. You turn your head to look at Jungkook who continues to stand by your side. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, your Highness.”

You plan on spending the rest of your day in one of the most serene places in the palace. Besides yours and Seokjin’s garden, the doltap shrine is another place you head to for peace and quiet. The shrine, complete with a mini pavilion, is situated on a small hill, surrounded by the beauty of nature – a place so perfectly serene that only monks and royalty are allowed to visit to maintain its tranquility.

It’s significantly father than any other house or office in this palace that it requires quite a tedious, long walk and a boat ride across the Gaeun river. This is why you rarely visit the shrine, but on the days that you do, the wearisome trek is always rewarding. It’s perhaps part of the whole process of meditation, you presume, as the shrine is a place where you offer your greatest, deepest prayers.

The captain trudges behind you, unable to cope with your leisurely pace. He quickens his steps when he sees he’s falling behind, but when he deems he’s walking too close to you he slows his pace once more until he has to catch up again. You become curious at his strange feat, unable to stop yourself from asking him about it.

“Captain, have you not taken a leisurely walk like this before?”

“My deepest apologies, Mama. I am really not used to a pace like this.”

Who knew the greatly feared captain could be so mildly…amusing? Jungkook gets surprised when you let out a giggle after having stared at him for a moment at his confession. He is unable to stop the small smile etching into his face at the beautiful sound, deciding it’s something he wants to hear all day long.

“You are a mirthful one, Jung.”

There is a skip in the man’s heartbeat when he hears you say his surname – or, at least, the surname he’s been using since his arrival at the capitol. He supposes it satisfactory that he’s made you comfortable around him, enough for you to call him by his alias. Not like you were going to be on a first name basis anyways. Jungkook found it easier to keep up with your pace after your verdict.

You were beautiful. Well, you still are, and probably will be for a very long time. He wonders if you already had your portrait painted. It used to be a hobby he thoroughly learned and enjoyed from where he’s from and now it has blossomed into a business around his past village, selling portraits for a few silver coins. He takes pride in his paintings, having learned the skill from the virtuoso himself – his father. He was the first man in Korea to add colors to a drawing, bringing forth life to an inanimate illustration.

Even if Jungkook painted you though, it would probably be useless for him to do so, because a portrait - even if done on the finest paper or painted with the brightest colors, could never capture your real beauty, nor give justice to it. In the past, he had heard stories of what the queen of the capitol looked like, but none of these rumors had prepared him for the genuineness of it all. Your beauty was indescribable, but Jungkook only knew one description that fit you the best – that you are the epitome of a woman’s unadulterated pulchritude.

Jungkook could not question why the king is absolutely smitten with you, admittedly, the rest of the nation is. If you were a lady that belonged to the same class, he would have tried to capture your heart from the very start. Maybe in another life, perhaps. But to him, it wasn’t just your pretty face that made you so riveting.

Unlike any other woman in the nation, you were headstrong, refusing to submit to the societal morals and principles. You were the only woman who would stand proud and tall amongst a sea of men, and one gaze from you had the power to intimidate both man and woman alike. Undoubtedly, you were raised like that: to be the queen – with your childhood nurtured with doctrines and routines only afforded to a king in the making. That fact he knew all too well.

When you look to your left, he spots a red mark on your neck, just below the smooth slope of your jawline. He flushes at the sight of the rose-colored blotch staring back at him, the base of his neck turning red at the recollection of the events last night. Jungkook can see your lips moving as you talk but he can’t seem to hear you, let alone take his eyes off the love bite on your neck.

“Captain Jung?”

Jungkook coughs to mask his surprise, “Sorry, Jungjeon-mama. I thought I saw something in the woods. It must’ve been a squirrel or a small animal.” You nod your head in acknowledgement and reply, “We still must be wary. There are…people…who do not mean well…” your words fade, voice cracking at the thought of your husband. Jungkook notices your anxiety.

“I will protect you with my life, my Queen. Please do not worry.”

“Of course, Captain Jung. I believe you.” Giving him a small smile, you continue walking, your shoes softly squishing against the green dewy grass. It’s a beautiful day today: the sky is clear and the sun is out, compared to your heart which is now clouded with storms and thunder. You shall try not to dwell on your emotions today.

“So, enlighten me Captain.”

“Ah, but Mama, my life may not measure up to yours in terms of adventure.”

You raise an eyebrow at his reply. Your life story isn’t known to many, even a number of the citizens don’t even know you are a southerner. Gazing into Jungkook’s eyes, you look for any mysterious truth hiding beneath them, but you’re only faced with his curious doe-like eyes. You’re conflicted if you’re supposed to feel disappointed or not if he was truly a part of your past, but you’ll have to leave that for another time.

“Surely, it can’t be that uninteresting.”

“If you insist, Jungjeon-mama. But don’t complain if you fall asleep before we reach the shrine.” The captain knows he’s pushing the line by teasing you like this, but the way you roll your eyes at him tells him you feel otherwise.

He tells the story he’s practiced endless times lacing a few truths from his past. “Well, I belong to a family of four. My parents work in the fields and my brother and I would play in them all day long until my mother would call us back in for supper. During the Great Colonization, my father used to serve King Donggeun of the East…” He steps aside to make way, a hand shooting out to help you to an elevated part of the head of the bridge. You place your hand on his gratefully, your feet taking quite the leap.

He continues with his monologue, “My mother always told us that she never thought father would never survive the Great Colonization. Even before the pact, there had already been attacks on the borders, the rivalry too much for people who call themselves citizens of the same nation. He had come home greatly wounded one night and my mother was crying so much that she could barely treat my father’s wounds. He had even offered her a literal bloody hand with the treatment, causing my mother to cry more, complaining about how he could have found pleasantries at such a grievous time.”

“Thankfully, the pact has been completed before things ultimately became worse. He was called to fight again to drive off the colonizers, but with the people from all the cities fighting as one force, casualties from our troops were only at the minimum. He has fought side by side with King Deonggeun and even saved the late king’s life at one instance. He had been promoted to a higher rank since then.” He pauses his narrative momentarily when your hand hooks around his elbow, clutching onto him as you go down a light slope to where a narrow dock is situated.

The captain tries not to be obvious about his astonishment at your actions as he places his hand over it, supporting your balance when you place a foot inside the boat. “But with a promotion in the military ranks comes more visits in the palace, and more visits in the palace only lead to one thing: King Donggeun taking an interest in my mother.” Your hand flies to your mouth to mask your shock. And just moments ago, he thought his life wasn’t supposedly as colorful as yours?

When Jungkook finally seats himself, he grabs at the oars and starts to row. It would have been fun if Haesoo had gone with, as you would inevitably tease her with her ogling the captain. She would’ve gushed at how his muscles must ripple underneath the uniform, or how his chest puffs out with every row. As your favorite court lady occupies your thoughts, you reckon that you owe her an apology later.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened next?” The captain lets out a chuckle at your wide-eyed curiosity. “Of course, Mama. I am a man of manners. A story must have a beginning and an end.”

“King Donggeun tried to conceal his feelings at first. But the rumored loss of his wife was too great of a sadness for him to bear. And he longed for the kind of comfort only a woman could give. Soon enough, father noticed the king’s longing looks, knowing all too well the sentiments the king hid behind his eyes. After all, he too was a man in love and a firm believer of the famous saying ‘the eyes are windows to our souls’.” The captain says the words with such drama that you fail to suppress the giggle that escapes your lips. Jungkook’s own lips twitch, chest beaming with pride with the fact that he has made you laugh twice today.

“Things kept in hiding will always come out, one way or another. And so, the king ended up confessing his feelings to my mother. He had begged her to be his concubine, even when they both knew she was tied to another. She fled from the king’s arms that night in fear and confusion, telling the whole confession to my father with teary eyes.”

The captain slows his rowing, creating small ripples against the clear water.

“That same night, my father learned that love meant having to constantly make sacrifices for the better, even if we end up losing that which matters most in our hearts. What the king wants, the king gets,” the captain’s lips fall into a tight-lipped smile. “There was too much at risk, my father couldn’t say no to his own king. Needless to say, even if we did eventually get to live nearer the palace, mother’s visits became less frequent, and soon our mother became only a figment of our imagination.”

Each word of the captain struck at your heart. You had never expected so many shared similarities in your past. His eyes are swimming with emotion. Not once had you seen a royal guard like this, looking so vulnerable, so human in front of your eyes.

“With nothing to lose, the three of us left the eastern city and headed to the capitol. We begged for food and slept on the streets for days until a family took pity and welcomed us into their home. When the father of the family introduced himself as a royal guard, my father offered his services as payment for their kindness.”

When you’ve reached the other side of the river, Jungkook sets the oars aside before guiding you up to the dock. You wait under the shade of a nearby tree until he’s fixated the boat properly onto the dock. He approaches you, dusting his pants with his hands. “Where were we? Ah. The kind family. I, too, have also had a realization here in the capitol. Happiness does not last for long, so we have to learn how to live each day with glee and gratitude.” You both continue the walk, with each step getting closer to your destination.

“A few days after our arrival, my brother caught this incurable illness. We had consulted every physician in the city, but all our efforts were in vain. My father and I had to lay him to rest just when we thought we had started a new life here in the capitol.”

“My father? Like I had mentioned during our inauguration, my father sacrificed his life for his country. Because he loves our nation, and because he loves us. All he wanted was a bright future for me, and for my mom as well, though he’d never admit that out loud. He never stopped loving her, even when she exchanged her family for the kind of life we could never give her.”

“Well, Mama. Are you sufficiently enlightened now?” You stay quiet at first, reciting a prayer to the gods and to your ancestors and you place another stone on the pile of rocks.

“I am Jungkook. I am.”

The journey to the south was filled with dread from the very start. The troop left the capital in silence, every man anxious of what is to come. Or rather, who awaits their coming. Seokjin had not said anything before they exited the gates of the capital because he knew words of encouragement would have done nothing to soothe the disquietude evident amongst them. The company had chosen to take a shortcut through the woods, one that will allow them to reach their destination within a shorter period of time.

They already have been traveling for quite some time, yet it feels like they have been for days. There are far fewer villages near the woods where there are to pass, but Seokjin had not expected this particular village to be so different from the others.

Dust rises when the horses halt, Seokjin abruptly putting up his fist in the air. It’s eerily quiet. Empty stalls of goods stand with no merchant behind them. Houses feel empty, with no person coming out and about. A gust of wind passes them, like an omen being whispered into their ears. The hairs at the back of Seokjin’s neck rise.

“What happened here?” A guard from the front asks.

“Jeonha, look!” Another shouts, pointing to a nearby house. A boy comes forth and walks, limps rather, towards them. Seokjin dismounts from his horse and takes a few steps forward. He lets the child come to him, the king lowering on his knees to receive the child. The child approaches Seokjin with a steady pace and with one final step left, he loses all his strength and falls. Luckily, Seokjin’s reflexes are quick enough so he catches the child before he falls to the ground.

“It’s quiet now,” the child mumbles. He takes a deep breath, body quaking with exertion as he does. “They came here…took everything…killed everyone and…s-south,” Seokjin holds him tighter as the boy’s breathing shallows, “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He consoles, tears swelling in his eyes as he gently rocks the child in his arms. The boy’s chest stops heaving and he finally closes his eyes. The king’s fingers fly to the child’s neck, looking for a pulse. None. Seokjin’s brows come together in anger, his beautiful face contorting into one of rage.

He stands, the boy in his arms now seemingly smaller and lighter than before. “Namjoon, with me. The rest of you, check the village. See if anybody is still alive, go over every house, every room, every corner. If you see a southerner lurking around, bring him to me.” Seokjin orders. “And I’ll execute him myself.”

As the troop disperses, Seokjin commands Kim Namjoon to look for a shovel and follow him to nearby open lot afterwards. Thankfully, the king doesn’t need to tell the guard what to do. As Namjoon digs a hole, Seokjin gently lays the child on a wooden bench while he looks for a cloth to wrap him in. His heart breaks for this child – that the young boy had to go through so much at such a young age, and now at the time of his death, he couldn’t even be afforded with proper burial rites.

The burial was shorter than expected and Seokjin ends the rite with a prayer to his ancestors and the gods above. The pair sit beside the child’s makeshift resting place for a while, both in deep contemplation. Their reverie is cut short when another guard calls from behind, “Jeonha,” he calls again, breathless, “there is something you must see.”

He leads the pair through the woods and towards a small clearing, where the troop has gathered around. “What’s this?” Seokjin takes his steps cautiously, the group beginning to make way for the king. Once the path clears, Seokjin stops in his tracks. From his peripheral, he sees Namjoon’s failed attempt to not gag at the scene before them.

The villagers. The stench. The message.

Seokjin tries to close his eyes, wanting to forget he even saw something this terrible. But no, the image has already etched itself into his memory forever. He can’t even imagine what type of human would have the guts to do this…monstrosity?

Scattered across the clearing are the villagers, stacked on top of each other, the formation with a similarity uncanny with the rock formation in front of them. The villagers were piled behind the doltap, where one muddy hand from each pile reaches out, holding a scroll with the words written with the villager’s own blood. “You can never keep us out.”

Seokjin’s hands ball into fists as he realizes what instigated this massacre. During the height of the turmoil in the south, he had sent out a proclamation weeks ago to implore the entire nation to remain strong and as one amidst these trying times which put their patriotism to the test.

The doltap is a stack of stones, usually erected at village entrances – a natural representation of guardians of the village, keeping away the bad and inviting the good. It had been tradition for people to pile rocks on top of each other along with symbolisms of their intentions placed near the stack.

Since the proclamation, the citizens had been placing more and more objects in front of their shrines, like a bowl of rice grains or the emblem of the south. Inevitably infuriated with this new practice, the southerners wrecked village after village in rage, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake. These people are but a number from the villages they victimized. Seokjin is lucky this is first and only village he will see.

The sky is a purplish pink by the time they have finished the burial rites for the village. “The sun is setting,” Seokjin announces to the group, “we will take shelter and camp there, by the woods. It will not be smart to individually use the houses here.”

Nobody could sleep a wink that night, especially not the king. He supposed no one could ever, not when you had just witnessed such a horrific sight. He continues to stare at the moon, head swarming with endless thoughts. As he rests his head against the bark of the oak tree, Seokjin’s thoughts race to you, what could you possibly be doing in this hour, if you were thinking of him right now. If you’d taken supper or skipped your meals today. You always did that when you were upset, and he had no doubt you were.

“Namjoon,” Seokjin calls to the trusted guard. Namjoon has been like him the whole night, staring into the distance, curious what the future might hold for them.

“Namjoon.” He calls again, this time with a louder voice, successfully getting the younger man’s attention.

“Jeonha,” Namjoon turns, “my sincerest apologies, but the moon seems to have a wonderful glow tonight. Might this be a good sign?” The guard bows, shame coloring his face as he got caught preoccupied with other things on his mind.

“I too fervently wish for that…I…” He was not about to make the same mistake to Namjoon. Seokjin gets frustrated at the thought of always being a step behind the enemy. He’s made this mistake with Minseok, and he wasn’t about to do the same with Namjoon.

“You wanted to say something, my King?”

“I…I just wanted to thank you, for always being loyal to the throne.” Seokjin is all too aware of what the people are saying. They are his people after all. He ought to know them best. They’re blaming him for these agonizing events, if he just hadn’t sent that proclamation, then this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“Only because the throne is worth being loyal to.” Namjoon replies, not missing a beat.

“So,” the king moves to a lighter topic, not wanting to ruin the illustrious mood afforded by the bright sky like this night. “how is the romance in your life? Haesoo, is it?”

The younger man gets caught off-guard, startled at the king’s sudden inquiry and knowledge. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, jeonha,” Namjoon looks down, cheeks starting to tinge with a blush. ‘He can’t give this away’, the guard thinks, suddenly all too aware that the king is sitting right beside him. As all of them had taken a pledge of loyalty to throne and the throne alone, so a relationship between workers of the palace was considered taboo, at least, until Seokjin’s reign.

“Namjoon. I am speaking to you as a friend. And even if I did speak to you as king of the nation, who am I to take control of the matters of the heart? You yourself can’t seem to help it. What more of I?”

“Jeonha, please tell me. What does love feel like?”

“Love comes in many forms, my friend. In fact, it’s everywhere. Personally, I think it’s what makes the world go around, if the studies and calculations of astronomer Lee is correct. What we’re doing right now is love, love for our country, our citizens. The memorials we hold for our late relatives is also a commemoration of our love. Love is not exclusive to human relations though, there is love for animals, love for nature…” The king turns to face the young guard who blinks owlishly back at him.

“I know that wasn’t the kind of love you’re asking about. I’m getting there, worry not, my friend. I just needed context.” Seokjin looks away, partly embarrassed at himself. “As I was saying… there is one kind of love however that I treasure the most, and for me, it’s the kind of love that enraptures you the most: the love for a special person. I hate to say this, but it’s something so complex that it’s indescribable. It makes you feel plenty of emotions all at the same time. For instance, when you see her, you feel your heart pumping out of your chest, or sometimes your heart constricts at the realization that she’s yours and yours alone.”

“That wasn’t that much of a help was it?” Seokjin sighs defeatedly.

“Can I be honest with you, jeonha?” The king nods. “No, not really.” The pair chuckle at that, both relieved that at least they found something to laugh about tonight.

Heaving a sigh, Namjoon turns to face him with glossy eyes. “Well, it is unfortunate that we are not lovers then. Yet. Then I shall ask her to be my betrothed, if we come home.”

“When, Namjoon. When we come home.”

The two continue return their eyes to the moon. It looks bigger tonight. Astronomer Lee says bigger moons bring about luck to all those who look upon it, Seokjin fervently hoping that this journey might somehow be in their favor.

You’ve been tossing around in bed for quite some time now, unable to sleep. Perhaps a cup of milk would do the trick, you thought, pulling the covers away from your body. You wrap a robe over the flimsy garment you usually sleep in and head over to the secret door of your room. It’s been specifically designed to blend in with the wall, only to be used in worst-case scenarios.

Sliding the door open, you creep out of your room, dragging your cotton-clad feet against the wooden floor to make minimal sounds. You head to the bridge connecting your hanok to the palace kitchen. You don’t realize you’re too concentrated on not making noise that you don’t notice the body in front of you. “Jungjeon-mama?” the guard asks, peering down at you. “I’ll just get something from the kitchen, I will be quick.” Discretion could only last for so long. He bows and moves out of the way.

Rummaging through the kitchen as quietly as you can, you silently curse at yourself for not bringing a lamp with you, now all you can do is sniff at the vessels of liquid, hoping that you’ll uncover the right one. Thankfully, you manage to choose the right vessel in no time. As your eyes had adjusted to the light, you manage to grab a ladle and a nearby bowl with almost no noise at all.

As you pour yourself some milk, you return the cover and rest your behind against the table.

You figure it’s time to apologize to her. As you open your mouth to call, a male voice beats you to it. “You’re so beautiful.” Mouth parting in mild surprise, your eyes widen, searching for the voice’s owner. You couldn’t make out who’s voice it belonged to as it was said just barely above a whisper, and you continue peeking through the small space when your eyes land on the captain.

Your hand shoots over your mouth as your lips fall wider apart. It’s finally happening! But wait… you stand up straighter in realization. Namjoon? You’ve heard the guard has been harboring affection towards your favorite court lady for quite some time now. Seokjin was first to notice it, pointing out how Namjoon would sneak glances at Haesoo whenever you were together, both parties walking as one. You heart clenches at the perplexity of the situation.

Surely you’re not meant to stay here and watch the spectacle? Milk was what you came here for, you remind yourself, but like always, curiosity gets the best of you. Jungkook takes another step towards Haesoo, who seems frozen at her spot. Do something lady! You watch as the captain slowly reaches out his hand, the back of his fingers gently caressing the lady’s face. Haesoo leans towards the man’s touch.

“May I?” Jungkook asks, eyes searching for any signs of doubt in Haesoo’s. The girl nods curtly and without waiting any further, Jungkook closes the distance between them. Watching their lips move in sync, you take this as your cue to leave, that is, until you hear a pot clanging against the floor. Your line of vision suddenly returns to the couple to check if someone got hurt, only to find out quite the opposite.

Jungkook has already backed up Haesoo to lean against a table adjacent to the wall. The captain lifts her with ease to sit on the table, Haesoo pulling her knees apart so she could properly hold onto the man, her nimble fingers pulling at Jungkook’s hair. The captain starts smothering her with kisses all over her cheeks, jaws, and neck like a frenzied, starved man. You can’t look away, not when Haesoo is failing miserably at her attempt to keep her whimpering at bay.

Jungkook’s fingers work deftly in undoing the ribbons on her hanbok, lips still trained on lavishing her skin with kisses. As the garment falls easily from Haesoo’s shoulders, Jungkook’s large hand palms her breast while the other is busy kneading the expanse of her thigh. The captain revels in Haesoo’s pliancy, with the girl tilting her head back at Jungkook’s ministrations, begging him for more.

Her hanbok is completely off her torso now, the silk bunching up at hips. Jungkook takes this moment to take a hardened nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue around it as a hand squeezes the supple flesh of the other. Haesoo mewls at the captain’s actions, back arching, words no longer needed to show what she wants, what she desires.

This is wrong. You aren’t supposed to be watching such a private moment, let along seemingly enjoying it. Like Haesoo earlier, you’re just as frozen in your spot as she was.

You no longer see much of Haesoo torso, considering their proximity, but you see Jungkook’s hand removing itself from the assault on her breasts, traveling to her core. She shivers when Jungkook’s fingers swipes against her folds and raising his fingers under the moonlight seeping through the window, observing how wet the tips of his fingers are due to the court lady’s essence.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmurs in a low voice, watching the slick coating his fingers. “So wet and ready for me. I bet I’d slip right in hmm?”

“Please,” Haesoo begs, hiding her face between his shoulders in pleading. “I need you.” Jungkook seems to have no problem complying, abruptly bring his pants down to his thighs.

You don’t see much due to the lack of light in the room and their compromising position on the table, but this seems all the more thrilling like this. You reprimand yourself, as if Seokjin was lacking in bed. But you have not tried being intimate anywhere else but your room and his office – and the thought of doing it at such a common place like the kitchen where anyone from the palace could easily enter excites you in the strangest way possible.

Surely you can’t be going crazy, can you? Is it normal to find such a spectacle so strangely arousing? The sight of two lovers getting intimate?

Jungkook gently lays her down on the table, pushing her down by her shoulders. He parts her legs wider before adjusting his stance and slowly thrusting his hips forward. Your jaw slackens the same time with Haesoo. You feel your own nipples harden at the sight, the sensitive buds trying to pry through the material.

He pauses for a moment, letting Haesoo adjust to the feeling as his head tilts back, the lady’s velvety walls clenching wonderfully around his cock. When Haesoo tilts her hips, Jungkook takes this as a sign to start moving, each roll of his hips earning a whimper from the writhing girl beneath him. A few more slow rolls and Jungkook thrusts harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping ricocheting against the walls.

A gasp escapes your mouth when the captain maneuvers her legs to rest against his chest and the two stop at once, heads shooting up to look for where the voice came from. Haesoo winces when Jungkook pulls out and puts his pants up.

You flee from the kitchen at once, Jungkook abruptly looking for the intruder, he catches a glimpse of your white-clad figure run towards the door and he briefly questions himself who could you possibly be, but the royal seal at the back of your robe is a little too hard to miss.

Seokjin’s eyelids start to droop, sleep finally taking over him when he hears rustling behind. Namjoon, equally alerted by the sound, stands up and looks around. “Jeonha, we might have company. Please stand.”

It’s awfully quiet now, and the two of them are unsure of its because the troop has fallen asleep or… or if the unspeakable happened… They take a few cautious steps in separate ways, eyes scanning every tree surrounding them.

They wake the troop in silence, warning them of possible danger coming their way. Namjoon orders the company to stay more vigilant than usual, especially in the dark where they won’t able to see if an enemy is lurking around or not. Suddenly a guard falls to the ground, a bow lodged in his back.

“Watch the trees!” Seokjin shouts before chaos ensues. Men coming from all directions charge towards them, the sound of steel clashing against steel echoing throughout the forest. Seokjin’s troop is outnumbered greatly, he realizes. They have to escape before everyone gets killed. “Guards, fall back!” his arms are getting tired too but he can’t find the strength to give up, not when he sees his men falling one by one.

Time seems to slow down around him as he watches each royal guard get shot or stabbed to their death. He backs up slowly, bumping into Namjoon. “You ready?” Seokjin asks, finding it difficult to breath. There’s a slit in his sleeves, a cut a few inches long, feeling the blood trickling down his arm. “’Til death, jeonha.” Namjoon nods, wiping away the blood on his lips with his sleeve.

A group surrounds them – ten to two. “Now!” Seokjin commands, screaming as he charges against the men. He gets kicked at the back, the king falling on his knees. Seokjin’s head bows at the pain, but he plunges his sword to the soil, using it to support his weight as he stands up from his knees. He swings at them, the armed men laughing when he blindly thrusts the sword in the air. He’s been cut again, this time across his pectoral, the stinging pain felt until the tips of his fingers. His vision is getting hazy by the minute. He can’t give up.

Seokjin falls one more time to the ground, his arms bearing all his weight. He sees Namjoon’s body on the side – lifeless. He musters all his strength and attempts to push himself back up one more time. Before he manages to get on his knees, a blade of a sword points at his neck, one more move and the steel will pierce through his skin.

He follows the blade of the sword ‘til he looks up to a masked man with… blonde hair? His eyes narrow at the sight. It was his first time to encounter a man with hair of such color. The man pulls the mask over his head, a healing scar cutting through his right eyebrow and down to his cheek.

“Yoongi?”

“Told you, you can never keep us out.”

That’s the last thing Seokjin hears, as he feels the blade slicing through his abdominals. He falls to the ground, clutching onto his stomach as he spits out the blood accumulating in his mouth. His chest is heaving, everything is hazy. He’s losing consciousness.

The image of you smiling is the last thing he sees before blacking out.

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A Taste of Summer II

SAFE HAVEN

One-shot #: 3

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (Teasing still)

Note: A super, duper late entry for ZoNami Week 2020 @zonamievents. Day 3: Water Gun Battle. I hope you don’t mind if I still tag you in these works even if it’s waaaay past the deadline.

I wanted to finish all the prompts in time but work has been hectic lately. I already have the draft for the 4th one and the plot for the 5th. All I’m missing is enough time to actually write it.

Summary: Then a sudden realization hit her as they stared at each other in their temporarily safe haven.

Nami squealed as she ducked back down the table-turned-makeshift shield, wincing when another splash of water hit it; exploding into tiny, hundred droplets all around them.

Her shoulder banged lightly against her companion.

"Oi watch it." Zoro complained when she collided against him.

“Shut up!” Nami hissed at him. “This is all your fault!”

Zoro stared at her disbelievingly. “Me?” He growled at the orange-haired navigator. “How this is my fault? Aren’t you the one who grabbed a water gun first so you can splash Luffy on the face?”

She spun her body towards him abruptly. “I have to get back at him somehow! And what did you do huh?!”

“I got us something to prevent them from hitting us, witch!” He pointed at the table, lying sideways on the deck where they are currently crammed together.

“This is a stupid game.”

“Then why did you even grabbed a water gun in the first place?”

Nami glared at him. And Zoro glared back at her as well.

She aimed said water gun at his face and squeezed the trigger.

“Pwaah! Damn it Nami!”

She grinned evilly. “Quiet now Zoro,” she shushed him and tried to peek from behind their cover. Usopp and Luffy where on the other side of the deck waiting with water guns loaded, hiding behind another toppled table just like them…. much to Sanji’s chagrin.

They were supposed to have a nice lunch on the deck. Sanji was bringing the tables out when Luffy water-gunned him as well, straight in the face… just right after the idiot targeted Zoro and Nami.

There was a lot swearing and vicious threats then table throwing from the cook as the other Mugiwaras started to gather in the lawn deck.

And just like that it turned into chaos almost immediately. Especially when Franky—with a big smile and all—deposited a bunch of water guns on the lawn deck… right after Usopp’s big announcement.

Almost immediately everyone grabbed one. Actually, Nami grabbed two; blasting water on Luffy’s face in retaliation before throwing the other gun at Zoro while shouting ‘take cover’.

And for the life of him, Zoro didn’t even know why in the world did he followed her order.

He found himself catching the water gun and making a fast grab for the overturned table to use it for cover.

That’s how they ended up compressed together behind it with water guns in hand, on the other side of the deck and peeking to see if the enemy team is in range.

A splash of water hit their improvised refuge making Nami squeak in surprise. The sudden jolt of her body made her bump into Zoro again.

“Watch it!” It was his turn to hiss at her as he nudged her back, miscalculating his strength and sending the map maker out of their safe haven.

“Zoro!” Nami screeched as she tumbled slightly forward…

… just right in the line of Usopp and Luffy’s water gun range.

“Target’s out!” Usopp’s voice rang across the deck, aiming the water gun on her. “Shoot!”

Nami’s eyes widened. Oh crap!

She yelped when she was suddenly tugged—no, more like lifted—back into safety before any of the water can hit her.

“Phew. That was close,” Zoro muttered over the top of her head.

Nami elbowed him sharply on the ribs. “This time it really is your fault!”

“Hey! Ouch!”

The arm wrapped around her waist loosened and she immediately realized that she was practically resting against Zoro and was situated on the space between his legs.

Nami felt the air sizzled a bit.

She sharply twisted her body so she was facing him and ignored the way her heart leapt a lit-tle when he did not removed his arm.

Instead of being irritated what she did, Zoro was grinning wickedly. “Thanks, we needed bait.”

“WHAT?!”

“Managed to hit Usopp, our idiot captain,” he bragged. “And Brook.”

“Why you…!” Nami took the opportunity of being close to him to water gun him on the face again.

“Shit! Nami stopped doing that!” Zoro barked, reaching out to wipe his face with his free hand.

The one that was still wrapped around her.

In doing so, she was literally pressed closer to him.

Damn it! Why does it feel sooo good?!

And it is not helping that they are both wet… and he’s top naked.

“Temee… you’re supposed to be aiming at our opponents,” the swordsman groused as he continued rubbing his face. Hell… some of the water entered his nose.

That seemed to snap her out of her momentary trance.

Nami tilted her head to look at him. “Serves you right,” she meant for it to come out snootily; not in a whispered, almost intimate way like she was going to affectionately nip him on jaw.

Why was it so close?!

Why was he so close?! Damn it all!

The sizzle in the air earlier was now sending delicious shivers on her skin as she felt her body slowly heating up.

She pulled away from him before she cannot stop herself and do something she wanted to do to him all along.

And in front of all their nakama too.

Sanji was shouting from somewhere in the deck. “Why are you targeting Nami-swan? Don’t make me kick your asses to kingdom to come you hear m—warck!”

“Aww! Nice hit Usopp!” Luffy cheered.

“Damn you shitty sniper!”

“Oi! Diable jambe’s not allowed!” Usopp screeched as the sound of Luffy’s laughter and a table breaking in half filled the air.

Nami crawled on all fours towards the side of the table to check what was happening. “Idiots,” she muttered, when she saw the racket on the deck.

Chopper ran past their improvised shield, screaming for Luffy—who was running after him—to stop spraying him. Sanji was threatening to skin Usopp alive with his kitchen knives if he ever tries to shoot her again.

Brook was chasing their captain, while Robin was calmly sitting on a deck chair, strategically situated on the terrace in front of their bedroom with a book.

Nami frowned. The archaeologist had refrained from joining the fray… but she saw her grabbed one of the water guns earlier. Why wasn’t she…?

Oh fuck! She has that small, secret smile on lips. Robin was just waiting for the right time to use her powers to add her own share to the current madness.

If she was right… then they are all damn going to get really wet.

She wiggled a little to slink back to their hiding spot.

There was a choking sound from behind her and her brows furrowed as she sharply swiveled her head towards Zoro.

He was peering on the other side of the table.

The hell was that? She went back to sneak a quick look at the deck again, checking to see if there was an opportunity to bombard those idiots with water.

This time, it was Luffy and Brook who was running away from Chopper, who was now in his heavy point and holding two water guns, spraying the two devil fruit users. On the other side Usopp was still running away from Sanji while blasting him with water hoping to make him stop.

Good. They are not paying any attention to them.

“Zoro now!” She uttered, nudging him with her foot. He responded an affirmative by slapping it lightly, irritably. “They are all defenseless!”

“I know!”

They simultaneously shoot out of the table, aiming at their friends and water gunning them mercilessly.

Shouts of protests filled the air as they hit every single one of them.

“Nami!”

“Nami-swaaan! Idiot marimo!”

“Yohohoho!”

“Ack! Zoro and Nami are hitting me!”

“Down, down.” Zoro urged her as Luffy ballooned up after swallowing most of the water aimed at him.

Nami obeyed, ducking back into the table just as Luffy expelled it towards them, much to the trepidation of everyone.

This time the shouts that rang out across the deck were mostly out of disgust.

“That is just gross Luffy!” Nami screamed as the water from their captain’s mouth splattered along their shelter. She turned to Zoro, who also crouched beside her. “Remind me to punch him later once this is over!”

“Gladly.”

Luffy was laughing so hard at his antic as Chopper gushed in amazement at his captain’s ‘amazing’ ability.

“Aho!” Sanji roared as he kicked the rubber man’s head. Luffy just continued laughing as his head ricocheted at the impact.

Usopp’s mouth was hanging open as he stared at the table where Zoro and Nami were hiding.

Damn, it was a good thing he wasn’t on the other end. That was really kinda nasty.

Suddenly an arm sprouted just on the side of Usopp’s body and the water gun was promptly slapped away from his grasp.

“Hey!”

The others followed his exclamation as one by one the water guns was smacked away from them.

In the span of a few seconds, the water guns were all in the clutches of disembodied hands growing on the white railing where their archaeologist was currently reading.

“Robin!” Luffy shouted.

“Uh-oh…” Usopp intoned. They were now gun-less and defenseless.

Robin peered from the top of her book, sliding her sunglasses up before giving them a smile.

The water guns simultaneously fired, drenching all the Mugiwaras on the deck, all except Zoro and Nami, who are still safe in their hiding place.

“Robiiiiin!” Chopper cried running all over the lawn deck to escape the water.

“Not fair!” Usopp hollered. “Are you even in the game? You have no partner!”

“Robin-chwaa—glurrrg!” Sanji swallowed a mouthful of water as it hit him directly in the face.

“Run minna run!!!” Luffy’s shouted, laughing enthusiastically as he darted back and forth the deck.

Nami and Zoro carefully peered from their respective spots.

“Robin,” the swordsman muttered, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he retreated back into their sanctuary.

“I knew it! I thought she wasn’t in the game!” Nami cried out as she drew back as well to look at the green-haired man. “Who is she teamed up with?”

“Franky?”

Nami’s eyes widened. “Franky isn’t anywhere in the deck. Do you think…?”

Zoro shrugged.

“Oooh those two probably have something up their sleeves!” Nami dropped on all fours to peek again at the side of the table. “Sneaky Robin.”

Zoro glanced sideways at her and promptly blushed.

That is a very fine and nicely shaped ass.

He instantly glanced away and closed his eye.

Why in the world did she have to bend over like that, right beside him, while wearing only a skimpy bikini bottom?

Wasn’t seeing her in the lake top naked enough?

Now even his eye is drinking in the sight of down below.

He stole a glimpse at her again; just in time to see her butt wiggling as she tried to adjust her position.

Zoro fought back a groan.

She’s making this hard. Really. Hard.

He already managed to control the unrelenting urge to kiss her. But he honestly didn’t know until when.

Not when Nami seems to be aware that he wanted to and was giving him every opportunity to do it.

Why is her cute butt still wiggling? It makes him want to touch it…

…rip off that tiny piece of cloth covering it and just get down and dirty with her.

Drat. It already escalated into another level. Maybe he should point the water gun towards himself and spray his face.

Nami suddenly shrieked, backing up against him when water exploded just right above their table. “Robin is in for the kill.”

Zoro snorted. “Expected nothing less from her.”

Their shoulders bumped into each other as they settled back on their hiding place, listening to the sounds of their friends getting water massacred by the raven-haired historian.

“Let’s stay quiet so as not to attraction her attention.”

Zoro rolled his eyes at her logic. Robin already knew that they are behind the table and is probably taking her time before swooping in for the kill.

“You are wearing my shirt.” Zoro suddenly said.

“What?!” Nami’s head whipped towards him in surprise.

“I said you’re wearing my shirt.” He repeated. He noticed it earlier when she walked out of the room she shared with Robin and nearly tripped on his workout equipment. He marveled at how it was turning him on, seeing her wearing something that belongs to him.

“I didn’t know it was yours.” Nami huffed. “It was in our clothes pile.”

“Hnnn…”

“What? You’ve got a problem with me wearing it?”

He didn’t answer and just regarded her in a way that made her raise an eyebrow.

And made her skin prickle all over again as the urge to taste his lips resurfaced.

She gazed back at him, studying his face and his expression, trying to guess what is going on inside his mind and what his next move will be.

Then a sudden realization hit her as they stared at each other in their temporarily safe haven.

She pointed the water gun at him again and pulled the trigger.

“Damn it Nami!” Zoro snarled as he snapped out of his daze and instantly retaliated.

The water hit her face and she ended up sputtering as she wiped it off with her hand.

“How’d you like that?” Zoro asked. He had a totally nasty grin on his face. “Not fun right?”

“Oh. You want to play huh?” Nami glowered at him. She pointed the toy gun on his face and squeezed the trigger…

…and it promptly dropped from her hold when one of Robin’s hands appeared suddenly from the table to smack it away.

“Robin?!”

“Hey!” She heard Zoro protested as well when Robin did the same to him.

As if on cue, the table covering them was pushed down as well, leaving them open for Robin’s water gun attack.

“Oh no!” Nami gasped.

Zoro was automatically on his feet, scooping Nami on the waist and tucking her under his arm before making a dash for the other side of the deck.

Robin was relentless; shooting them with water continuously. It wasn’t helping as well that Usopp and Brook was able to get the cleaning hose working and aimed it at everyone on the deck soaking them to the bone… skull joke.

Nami squealing and giggling as Zoro tried to evade the attacks while carrying her at the same time. It was stupid yet fun and exciting. Amidst everything she can hear every Straw Hat laughing and cackling, with Luffy being the loudest.

Zoro hoisted her up a bit, still dodging the water shooting at them. He had a wide grin on his face, meaning he was enjoying this as well. Sanji was screaming from somewhere at him to drop her down and not to handle her like he was just hauling a sack of potatoes.

“Left Zoro left!” Nami shouted and laughed when he turned towards the complete opposite direction that she was yelling. Water hit one of her legs.

Zoro skidded into a halt when he saw Franky suddenly appeared out on the deck… with an almost triumphant grin on his face.

“Aaaw…” the shipwright shouted. “Time to unveil this supeeeer weapon!”

“Uh-oh…” Usopp whispered.

“Franky water cannon!” He announced dramatically as the cannons on his shoulder emerged.

Everyone stilled at that. Water guns are one thing.

Water cannons are another.

“Oh my gosh!!!” Usopp shouted. “It’s awesome!

“Yet I don’t wanna get hit!!!” Chopper wailed.

“Run for cover! Run for your lives!”

“Sugoiiiiii!!!” Luffy yelled, pumping his fists into the air, eyes turning into stars from being too impressed.

“Yohohoho! I guess it is safe to say that Robin-san and Franky-san will win this game.” Brook stated calmly, accepting defeat as he watched his younger friends scamper everywhere to avoid getting hit.

“First up,” Franky lifted his sunglasses, winking at the swordsman and the navigator who were standing near him. “Zoro, Nami.”

Nami perked up at that. “Zoro! Get away! Get away!”

“I know woman quit yelling!”

Robin continued blasting them with the water guns she grabbed from everyone earlier.

“Where are you taking Nami-san aho kenshin?!” Sanji exploded as he watched the idiot marimo sprint back to the other end of the deck with Nami still tucked under his arm.

“FRANKY WATER CANNON!”

“Kyaaaaah!!!” Usopp and Chopper cried out as they jumped out of the way.

Zoro hopped on the railing.

Nami’s eyes widened when she realized what he was planning.

“Zoro don’t you dare!”

The wicked, shark-like grin on his face made Nami’s heart leap to her throat.

No!

“Heads up Nami.”

And with that he made a jump towards the ocean with her still tucked on his arm.

“Nooo!” She screamed as they plunge down towards the cool, blue water. “I will kill you Zoroooo!”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #zonamiweek2020 #zonamieventstumblr #zonamievents #swordgust

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tiny-taepot · 5 years ago

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Perception (Taehyung) part two

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: a little gossip goes a long way

Part one// Part two

A/n: Hi guys! Thank you so much for being so patient with me as I continued perception! I’ll try my best to update more and be more active!

You and Josh finally left the party and went back to your apartment, you were bawling your eyes out the entire ride not sure how to feel about what you witnessed. Josh wasn’t exactly expecting that this was the guy that you were so head over heels for. “You know y/n, you could do so much better,” Josh sighs as he pulls you into a comforting hug. Josh was always like an older brother to you, he always made sure you were happy and safe, which reminded you of Taehyung. “This is the first time I’ve seen him act like this, he’s never done that before.” You try to say but you feel the urge to cry every time you open your mouth. Josh kept hugging you before he got up to get some hot tea and snacks from your cabinet and wrapped a blanket on you. “It’s time to forget about him, let’s watch some movies, okay?” You smiled softly as you nodded.

The next morning, Taehyung woke up he felt the warmth of another person and also a painful headache. Taehyung couldn’t remember much of last night but all he knew was that there was someone beside him. He looked over to see a girls bare back but the back didn’t belong to you, he smirked to himself thinking he really did go through with getting even and was a little proud. Soon memories of last night came flooding in, Taehyung remembered that he saw you with that guy when he was making out with some random girl. The girl started to groan, snapping Taehyung out of his thoughts. She smiled at him as she faced towards him, “morning baby,” she purred as Taehyung smiled at her. “Morning, how was your sleep?” Taehyung asked as she smiled and answered, Taehyung then replied how he slept. He wanted to let her go home but a part of him wanted to see how far this would go so he continued to talk to her. She was cute and Taehyung knew that if he kept her around for a bit that it would truly show you that he could move on easily and that if you wanted to play that game that he could do it as well. Taehyung learnt that her name was Kayla, she had short black hair and sharp blue eyes. Taehyung let her get dressed, they exchanged numbers and she left.

Taehyung got dressed and headed downstairs, he held a proud smile as he saw his roommates, usually when someone brings a girl home they all cheer him on when they see them after the night is over. However, once Taehyung got downstairs he saw the looks of disappointment and a lot of them looked sad. Jimin was looking down, he was being shunned by the rest of the boys. “What’s wrong with everyone? Shouldn’t you be cheering me on right now?” Taehyung asked as Namjoon let out a heavy sigh, no one talked. Everyone’s eyes were on Jimin, he didn’t want to say anything. “Anyways...I invited Kayla to our party next weekend, did you guys see y/n’s face? And she even brought that dude to the party.” Taehyung laughs as he walked away from the living room and went to get something to eat. The boys all waited for Taehyung to leave the room before glaring at Jimin. “You’re such an idiot how did you mess up their relationship like that?” Jin scolded. Jimin felt like a complete idiot, he just wanted to be a good friend and tell Taehyung that he suspected his girlfriend was cheating on him. Jimin too caught up in his own thinking didn’t realize that Yoongi was snapping his fingers at him. “You have to go apologize to y/n and tell Taehyung the truth, hopefully you can fix whatever is left of this relationship.” Yoongi snapped as Jimin nodded slowly.

Jimin was heading to your shop, he was angry at himself but also angry at the guys for being upset at him for being a good friend. He didn’t realize that they would be that upset at him for such a little mistake, as Jimin got closer to your shop he realized that maybe it was a better idea for you to not date Taehyung anymore. If it was that easy for Taehyung to move on then maybe you two weren’t meant to be with each other. Jimin thought that maybe you two would be happier and that he wouldn’t have to deal with Taehyung being upset at him, he smiled as he headed to the store, he knew he had to make sure that y/n saw that Taehyung had already moved on. When Jimin opened the door, he saw your friend sitting by the window drinking some coffee as he was working on homework, Jimin looked over to see you sweeping the floor. “Y/N!” Jimin smiled as he walked over to you, you gave him a small smile, he could tell that you had spent last night crying since your eyes were still a little puffy. “Hey Jimin,” you replied softly, you didn’t want to see any of the boys right now, after you witnessed Taehyung with another girl you thought it was best to distance yourself from the group. Jimin didn’t want to ask what was wrong since he knew that it would only give him more guilt about his decision and his great plan. He knew that after this you would be thanking him for letting Taehyung move on. “Sorry about last night, there’s a super cool party we are throwing this weekend and you have to come!” Jimin smiled, you looked at him with a sad smile. “Thanks for the offer but I don’t think I can go,” you replied, Jimin pouted and looked over at your friend before smirking. “Come on y/n, you gotta show your friend how wild parties over here get!” Jimin said loudly, Josh’s eyes widened as he smiled and headed over towards you two. “Come on y/n, we should go! You have to show me how wild these parties get, you’re always bragging about them on our calls!” Josh laughs as you finally smile too, “alright I suppose we can go if you really want to go” You said to Josh as Jimin smiled. “Great! I’ll see you two at the party this weekend!” Jimin said as you and Josh nodded.

Jimin went home and the boys were waiting to see the response that Jimin got from you, “So? How did it go?” Namjoon asked as Jimin tried to make up something, “I told her that it was all a misunderstanding and invited her to the party,” Jimin lied as the boys nodded and sighed in relief, “Okay good, now go tell that to Taehyung,” Hoseok sighed as they all relaxed. Jimin pouted as he headed to Taehyung’s room, thinking of some excuse, he opened the door to see Taehyung playing some games on his computer. “Hey Jimin,” Taehyung said not taking his eyes off the screen, “where did you go this morning?” Taehyung asked. Jimin wasn’t sure how to answer, “oh I went to see y/n,” his eyes widened since he didn’t mean to blurt that out. “Oh? Why?” Taehyung asked pausing his game and finally faced Jimin. “I just wanted to give her a piece of my mind,” Jimin lied as Taehyung laughed, “thanks bro, I appreciate you for always being on my side.” Jimin smiled as he left the room.

It was finally time for the party, you were looking in your closet for something to wear. Taehyung and you had not talked once since the night you caught him with that girl. You decided to wear something simple and cute, a white crop top with a black skirt, you headed downstairs to put on your shoes, you saw Josh sitting on the couch waiting for you. He smiled when he saw you, “you look so cute!” he said as you smiled back to his compliment. “You look great too! Ready to go?” You asked as he nodded and you both headed for the party.

Josh and you headed into the party when you saw the boys chilling by the kitchen, they waved at you as you awkwardly waved back, Josh saw that you felt uncomfortable and grabbed your hand and moved you through the crowds. “If you don’t want to talk to them tonight we can make new friends,” he smiled as you smiled back, you were so lucky to have him as a friend. The boys noticed that you walked away and looked at Jimin, “I thought you said that you told her that it was a misunderstanding, why is she avoiding us?” Jungkook asked Jimin as Jimin shrugged. He knew he had to get you to see Kayla so he tried to push through the crowds to find you. When Jimin finally found you he saw that you were talking to some of your classmates from your class. “Oh there you are, I was just gonna show you and Josh something!” Jimin smiled as you and Josh followed him, Jimin was explaining that it was some new thing he bought as he fake searched in his room, “Oh, I must have left it in Taehyung’s room.” You laughed, as you followed Jimin to Taehyung’s room. When Jimin opened the door, he saw that Taehyung was kissing Kayla, he smirked as he open the door fully. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Taehyung, I didn’t realize you were in here!” Jimin shouted as he turned back to see your reaction. You had enough of this, you were done with Taehyung playing around, you walked over there, glaring daggers at the girl. “Can you get off of my boyfriend?” You glared as Kayla scoffed. “Sorry Sweetie, but I think you’re mistaken, he’s my boyfriend now.” She said as you pushed her off his lap. “Taehyung what the fuck is going on?” You asked as Taehyung rolled his eyes, “what are you even doing here?” He asked not even looking at you as he picked the girl up. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you! I literally just caught you with another girl and you’re acting like nothing happened?!” You screamed, Taehyung sighed, “can you not scream? it’s hurting my ears.” He coldly replied, Kayla laughed as she got back on his lap. “Face it, you lost, he’s mine now.” She giggled, as you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

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mama-melina · 3 years ago

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Iron Maiden Chapter Two - You may now kiss the bride

Taglist at the bottom, let me know if you would like to be added...

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Melina's POV

I had excelled. Top of my class. Brilliant apparently. And I was chosen for a job.

Information was needed. A man would infiltrate a shield base, and bring home information for me. I would decipher and store it somewhere safe.

For the cover I was to be a housewife. I would have a husband, (the man who brought home the information.) And two small children as well, to fit into the rather family centric ideas of this little suburban town in Ohio.

A life I never thought I could have. What a devastating pain this would bring me.

I sighed. And pulled out the duffle from under my bed as the other Widows surrounded me.

“Who is to be your husband?” asked one of the girls, sitting on the top of one of the bunks.

I replied by throwing my ballet slippers into a duffle bag.

“Well I heard it was The Red Guardian.” she smirked.

“A super-soldier?” another gasped.

The snotty blonde in the corner, whose name I never bothered learning remarked, “He's cute.”

“What?” I sputtered.

“I mean at least they didn't stick you with an ugly man.” She replied.

The door opened to our room and a male guard looked over us all, leering. Before addressing me

“Vostokoff. Ten minutes till you meet your partner for false wedding photos. Girls help her with this.”

“Yes sir.”

A white gown was handed to one of the women near the door.

A heavy silence fell over the room.

All the other women were thinking of the symbolism of this dress. It represented a life none of them could ever truly have.

One with brown eyes smiled softly at me. “Enjoy it while you can.”

I nodded.

“Take your hair out of your braids.” the blonde clipped.

The brunette nodded,

“Yes, that's a start, and you can have some of my lipstick, it will double as blush.”

The girls descended upon me working like mad.

I caught a glance at myself in the mirror and frowned.

Every little girl dreams of getting married. But in the red room, they train that out of you.

The woman who frowned back at me looked like a bride. But inside she was a murderer, an assassin, a cruel woman who cared only for herself.

I didn't want to do this, it was cruel. And yet it had to be done.

Ten minutes later I walked down the hallway, my train in my hand, guards flanking my sides.

The doors opened for me and I looked around the room, quickly finding the man who was to be my ‘groom’.

His blue eyes immediately locked with mine. They were intense. I stopped in the doorway but was not so gently pushed farther into the room.

“Iron Maiden, The Red Guardian.” a guard barked.

“Alexei Shostakov.” the giant of a man smiled, he had a pleasant smile. It set me right at ease.

Though he was still a man. I reminded myself, and therefore not to be trusted.

“Melina Vostokoff.” I replied guardedly, extending my hand for him to shake.

He captured my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it.

I blinked up at him and he smiled again.

“A lovely name for an equally lovely woman.” he practically purred.

I blushed. There was an odd fluttering in my stomach. I attributed it to nerves.

“We have a timeline.” One of our superiors reminded us.

Alexei rather reluctantly lets go of my hand.

I pull away from him, and someone puts on a veil for me.

We stand in front of the background, and are directed to move closer. I put a hand on his chest and he stands proudly, his hand ghosting the small of my back.

I know he is trying to make me comfortable. I appreciate this.

“Now kiss.” the photographer orders.

“May I kiss you?” he whispers.

I merely nod.

The kiss is soft and more of a peck. My face flushes again.

We act well, the kiss like everything else is staged, and after we finish the photos.

It was understandably awkward between us afterwards.

“Well Melina, it was nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you.” Alexei smiled.

I nodded at him and left.

Headed to gather my bags, and get into my plainclothes. As well as say my final goodbyes.

That kiss was sure something, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad one…

I made my way to my quarters, and we had to leave soon.

We had been told we were going to pick up our ‘children’.

I was horrified and excited. But mostly horrified.

Especially after finding out that the youngest girl was three years old. Still a baby.

I was sick to my stomach.

But to even play at being a mother, when I knew that the real opportunity would never be granted me… It's not like I could refuse either. To deny my masters meant either pain or death.

So I shouldered the burden of my duffle bag and walked out of the sleeping quarters and followed my guards to the exit.

I couldn't help a small smile as I breathed my first lung-full of fresh air.

It had been far too long since my last mission.

I got into the car with Alexei after stowing my bags in the back.

“You look ridiculous in those glasses.” I snorted.

He looked at me appreciatively.

“And you look as beautiful as you did the day we first met.”

I rolled my eyes and he smiled at me.

Alexei reaches into his pocket “-Which reminds me.”

He pulled out a ring box and handed it to me.

“Melina. I am not a smart man. But I can tell when a woman has been abused. I know the type of training you have gone through, and I know … well I have heard stories about women being taken advantage of here.”

I found I could not meet his eyes, simply playing with the ring box.

“If you had that happen to you I'm so sorry. And I want you to know I would never force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. Despite the fact that we must keep up appearances.” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Also you are my wife now, so if anyone bothers you they have to go through me!”

I rolled my eyes again and opened the box, sliding on the wedding and engagement band.

“I mean it! I fought Captain America once.” He brags.

I spoke before I could stop myself. “Oh that's bullshit.”

He blinked at me.

Then laughed loudly and started the car.

“I like you, you’ll keep me on my toes won't you Melina?”

“I’ll try.” I replied.

He smiled fondly at me, “Alright then, Let's go get our girls.”

@thewitchsvision

#black widow movie #fanfiction

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andsotheuniverseended · 3 years ago

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cephas my beloved

so i don't know if what you meant here was "answer all thirty of the dnd meme questions for cephas" but that is how i'm interpreting it so i'mma go ahead and put it under a cut

(also for those not in the know, Cephas (they/she/him/any pronoun you like) is my stone construct witch. yes those are both homebrew things I found online. i use this witch and just recently updated them to the 3.0 version and i'm very excited about it)

1. if one of their friends was jumping on a bed and asked your character to join them, would they?

Yes, absolutely, of course. The bed would then immediately break because Cephas is a couple tons of solid rock, but that's on their friends for not thinking it through. Or maybe that was the plan. Either way, Cephas is on board.

2. would your character carry around a tiny bath and body works hand sanitizer? if yes, would it have a specific scent?

I mean, Ceph does carry around smelling salts enchanted to smell like whatever would make someone feel better in the moment? Which is kind of the same thing? But anyways the real answer is Probably Not unless it was a gift, because Cephas has no sense of smell and has no need to sanitize.

3. does your character paint their nails? do they wait for them to dry fully afterwards?

Technically he doesn't have nails but Cephas will happily allow themselves to be painted over any part of their body, and will stay completely still until it's dry. I know because the party his done this to them before.

4. if you cut open your character’s heart and there was something inside, what would it be? why?

Hm. I mean. Literally speaking, no heart, you just find stone in there. Figuratively speaking... a jade earring. representative of their first steps towards freedom.

5. do/would your character carry lots of hair ties on their wrist?

Nah, not unless one of the other party members asked.

6. what parts of your character’s voice/manner of speaking are distinct, if any?

Hm. Mostly just that their voice is pretty rough and low. Otherwise I think they talk pretty normal??

7. what’s the first thing your character’s eyes are drawn to on a map?

New places. To all the parts of the world they haven't seen yet, and want to.

8. how did your character feel when they left home for the first time?

Okay I'm going to go with the definition of home that means Cephas has to feel like it's home, which would mean the place where they lived with their BFF Effie. And I think the first time they left there, with an intent to go out and adventure, they felt really excited, happy, and like they were finally doing what they were meant to be doing. They'd been feeling very restless up until that point, so it's kind of like scratching an itch. Very satisfying.

9. where does your character look when they’re the only one walking down a road?

All around. She likes to see everything and doesn't get particularly worried about other people or robbers or things like that, so there's a lot of being generally distracted by whatever scenery they're passing through. Sometimes he'll just stop and pretend to be a statue on the side of the road and people watch for a while, if there's time for it.

10. does your character have tattoos? were they alone the first time they got one?

Being made of stone, my darling Cephas can't get tattoos. If they had actual flesh I do think they'd wanna get some.

11. if a button came loose from your character’s shirt, would they make sure the replacement matched?

Cephas doesn't wear clothes, and if they did 'matching' would not be the thing they cared about, so for sure No.

12. how loudly do they cry?

Gods I feel like a lot of these answers are just "Cephas is a stone construct and therefore cannot/does not do the thing" but like Cephas is a stone construct and cannot cry. There have been a lot of times where they wished they could, but their body wasn't built for it. Typically if they're sad, they're quiet about it, reserved.

13. does your character like holding hands? do they do it often?

Yes! But he doesn't do it very often at all. Stone isn't comfortable for other people to hold, and they have to be careful not to hurt people when touching them, so it's generally more dangerous for whoever they're holding hands with than its worth.

14. is your character more likely to wear a necktie, a bowtie, or a bolo tie? (if any at all)

Again, no clothes. But I think Cephas would enjoy a good bolo tie.

15. have you ever said something as your character that stuck with you for a while after? what was it?

Oh lord. Uhhh... hm, well there was this one thing but it is very dependent on the context of the moment. Which is that they were talking with another character who was frustrated about not knowing things, and talking about how in order to be people you have to ask questions even if you don't get answers, you have to keep asking questions. And then they discovered something that was a step in a mystery they'd been trying to deal with and Cephas said "and sometimes you do get answers" and I don't know why but that one did stick with me.

16. what does getting flustered look like for your character?

Stuttering. Awkward hand movements. Maybe reverting to the old "I am but a simple construct with no consciousness" trick if they're really feeling out of sorts.

17. does your character have to glance at their hands to remember left and right?

Ha, no. Cephas knows what they're doing, unlike me.

18. does your character have stuffed animals? would they if they could? what kind?

Hm, no, xe doesn't. But I think they would if they ever settled down and stopped traveling. Even if Cephas can't really feel the softness, they would like it. And they'd be very careful with them too. As for the kind... I'm thinking those, like, huge round ones? Fuck there was a name for them. Squishables?? I think???

19. does your character walk or run down stairs?

Walk, typically. Running could damage things lol

20. if your character saw a turtle stuck on its back, would they flip it over?

Oh yes 100%. And also try and talk to the turtle and see if it needed any further assistance.

21. has your character ever climbed out of a window? would they do it again?

I don't have a moment in mind specifically, but there's no way Cephas hasn't, and they would absolutely do it again.

22. what’s your character’s ideal way to wake up? what usually wakes them up?

Cephas doesn't so much sleep as... go into Obedient Construct mode for four hours, which is to say they will obey any order given to them. Ideal way to wake up from that is in some weird/compromising position because it means his friends were messing with them and they love that. And they can't be woken up unnaturally, so its just that after Four Hours something in their head goes Ding and they're back.

23. what’s the pettiest thing your character’s ever done?

Dyed a nobleman's hair bright pink because he was kind of rude to them when they were pretending to be a normal construct.

24. what made your character the angriest they’ve ever been?

Cephas... doesn't really do anger, generally. But! There was a man who pretended to be a prophet of a god, and collected a small group of true believers. And then he took over a town, and made the townsfolk slaves. And that really got to Cephas, in a very personal way. (They did take care of the man and they still have mixed feelings about doing it.)

25. how does you character smile?

With great effort. Cephas wasn't built to emote, so any facial expressions are subtle and take a lot of concentration and effort to make happen. Over time they've gotten more practiced at this and can do it almost without thought, but it's still the smallest movements for a great amount of toil.

26. does your know the names of their constellations? how did they learn them?

I think, some of them? Cephas lived with her best friend's family for a long time and I think they would've learned some of them there. But then they also definitely made a game out of making up constellations and naming them whatever they wanted, so it's a toss up whether what they know is a real constellation or one they made up and then forgot they made up.

27. do/would your character draw or write on themself?

Oh yeah, for sure.

28. would your character race someone to the top of a tall tree for bragging rights?

Not for bragging rights, but absolutely yes Cephas would race someone. And they would lose because they are big and heavy and not made for climbing, but its more about the fun of it than the winning or the losing for them.

29. is there an artist whose style you associate with your character? (visual or otherwise; poets and musicians, etc. count)

Hmm... not really?? I don't really associate artists with my characters. My friend drew Cephas once, so I think that's the closest I'm gonna get to that. Maybe Delta Rae? I feel like Delta Rae has got those witchy vibes, and that makes me think Cephas.

30. how has your character’s first impressions of their party members changed since they met them? have they stayed the same?

Oh this is delightful because when Ceph first met the party, they were pretending to be a normal construct, so the DM was 'playing' them. Which meant I got to sit there and watch, and so I wrote down what Cephas was thinking. They only met the first three members of the party that day, but I literally have it written down that it was three "good first impressions" because one of them stole a book, another one turned invisible to draw a face on a trash can, and the third called Cephas 'interesting'. Overall impression? A group of messes who just went through something tough and are not dealing with it super well.

Current impression? A surprisingly competent group of messes who are working through some stuff, and very much don't like talking about their feelings. Also, I'm invested.

Seriously though it started out as Cephas thinking they seemed fun and wanting a distraction, and now Cephas is like actually really invested in all of them and their growth and wants to help them as much as they can.

#Cephas #dnd #this was. long. but also fun.#also anon u called cephas 'my beloved' and i was like Ah? did i send this ask to myself??#maybe i did maybe i willed it into existence #anyways i love Cephas they're weird and beautiful and love their party and they have to leave soon and i am sad #Universe Answers

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blackevermore · 4 years ago

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A Dance Before War

[ Alastor x Ester]

Summary: It’s Niffty’s turn to pick the hotel’s gathering theme. She picks a theme that is dear to her heart but a uncomfortable reminder to Angle and Husk. Charlie is happy to have it and Vaggie is there to aid it. But it’s Alastor’s plus one that is glad to have died before the war reached home. Alastor wants this dance.

Genre: Wholesome

Warning(s): Mentions of war(??)

Word count: 2,199

A/N: I was listening to war music and I got this headcanon that when Al was a live and running his station he was once drafted in to help the radio lines and hated every minute of it. Then I kept repeating dialogue in my head for an hour before I finally sat down and just started typing. Enjoy! [Lol typos and missing words are my super powers!!]

It was Niffty's turn to pick the theme of the hotel’s staff gathering. When the little lady was told this, her eye twinkled in the dim lights, and she set about an endless string of ideas. The idea she had settled on was a rather personal one, one that made Husk down a bottle of booze quicker than anyone has ever seen him do. Angel even tried to opt-out of going, but Charlie insisted everyone show up. The theme was a USO ball that Niffty said she just had to have one last time for old time sake. Charlie and Vaggie didn't know what that meant and neither of them wanted to ask since it made Angle and Husk almost uncomfortable to recall. Without further question and very little resistance with the price of endless booze, everyone was dressed as if they were sending a lover to war or were going to war themselves.

Angle refused to wear a uniform. He couldn't form the words and in bitter frustration left it that he never like the way he looked in them. Thus he wore a dress like Charlie and Vaggie but insisted he has more of a pin-up taste. Husk for once cleaned up very nicely and almost seemed visibly proud to don an American uniform as he mended the bar. This party was also open to the public in hopes that Charlie would find a new resident to promote her dream for the hotel. However, most demons slithered in just for the food and drinks, which left Charlie being somewhat optimistic alone. But tonight it seemed that a lot of demons that lived through the war showed up tonight in their finest attires. Someone bragging about their kills, their ranks, their stories, and some sipping the strongest Husk could find as they spoke of their past life (or what they could remember).

Niffty wore an all-white dress with a large bow wrapped around her waist and one in her hair. Even though she wasn't on the clock or tending to Alastor, she still set about working the drinks and passing them out. Husk told her to lay off the work, but he could tell that when the little woman wasn't moving, she was harvesting something deep inside. With a heavy sigh and a running low buzz, Husk hesitantly asked Niffty if she wanted to dance when he heard a very familiar song start to play from the radio. Niffty sprung to life and accepted and for once Husk cracked a smile knowing that he was doing good to someone very special who was no longer in Niffty's life.

Across the way near the fireplace place, Ester stood staring into the fire lost in her many thoughts. She wasn't too young to remember the ways of war, but she didn't live to see America join in the last battle. She had died two years before then, but her soul lingered for years watching her fellow brothers get drafted away. The young black men of Lousiana who had no idea they were never coming home put on their uniforms and marched away. Ester could still remember how some of them could see her standing by the ports as they loaded onto a boat that would take them up towards the 13. Young men of only 18 who wanted to pray to her, but she told them she was not the loa they prayed to. She was not a loa at all. Those young boys would still whisper words in Creole and Haitian tell her to protect them anyway, and she would say nothing in return. She had heard the goodbyes from fathers, the music and news from the radios, and the cries of mothers as they were told of their army boys. She listened to the song that was playing so many times she knew the words before the speakers could crackle to life.

When Ester was finally pulled down to limbo by the Haitian gods, she had witnessed more broken men marching on to the gates of heaven or hell. So many of them didn't even know they had died in battle. Finally, it was her turn of judgment and as the story goes, she's lived between the living and hell. While living here, Ester was unfortchant to find so many soldiers from both sides weren't as good as they were photographed to be. They had problems before their undoing, and the war was just god's way of finally getting rid of them. Even till this day, you could find two enemies still fighting a war that ended so long ago.

"Pardon me, Mademoiselle." A heavy Cajun accented voice called over Ester's shoulder. The young woman knew it had to be a demon that knew about her wanting a try their luck at talking to her. It happened a lot more now that she and Alastor were publically together. Every little demon tried their hand at trying to soften Ester up to get an inside on how to take down Alastor. Little did they know Ester and her following never took kindly to those that snooped in the dark waters. Ester turned around ready to tell off the demon but stopped short by the red hand that was extended out for her. She followed up the arm and finally landed on a face she loved more than anything. Alastor had joined the fun and wore an American uniform that Ester had seen only once before. She felt almost embarrassed by not recognizing her lover's real voice. But who was to blame her forgetfulness but the demon himself as he always left the white noise of his Transatlantic accent on. "May I ask why a dame like you is all alone away from the party?" Ester gave him her hand, and Alastor kissed it.

Ester grinned and twirled her wrist to grab the string of her wrist fan and flicked it open to fan herself, " I've forgotten how to dance, soldier." Alastor gave her a toothy grin and shook his head before snapping his fingers.

"Well, my dear, you must first wear the appropriate attire." Dark foggy clouds wrapped around Ester and spun her around three times off the ground. Her long Haitian dressed and headscarf was gone and replaced with a fitting black tea dress (30s cut of course) with a thick green waist belt that matched her eyes. Her bun was twisted into tight curls and pinned on the side. All her jewellery and her heels were turned green as well. The rope around her neck and wrist vanished, and for moment Ester could breathe without the tightness. When Alastor's powers were finished with Ester, she was good as new and even more beautiful than he remembered. "There we are."

"I say, Al. You sure know how to treat a broken woman right." Ester still held her fan in her hand as she looked herself over. Alastor chuckled and snapped his fingers for a long mirror to appear from the air so she could get a better look of herself. Ester thanked him and looked towards the mirror. When her eyes saw her reflection, she felt her throat tighten, and her body stiffen. Alastor saw the way her eyes grew wide and his smile did the same. He walked behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. In the mirror, they looked alive, as they did many years ago, human. They looked as they did in the photograph that once hung above Alastor's cabin fireplace on Earth. The same one that now hung above Ester's. Ester wanted to say something, but all the words in English and French were caught in the back of her throat. She looked up towards Alastor struck with awe at how different he looked from now, dressed in a green suit instead of red. Brown hair and large brown eyes, fair honey skin a gift from his mother's side. Everything was different, except for his shining smile. His devilish intoxicating smile that once rose the hairs on the back of Ester's neck that now soothed them.

"Why is that a sight I haven't seen in years. I believe we make a fine pair, don't you, dear?" Alastor didn't use his radio voice, nor his transatlantic, he spoke in his native nature. The nature he only allowed his mother and his darling Ester to hear. Ester turned away from the mirror, expecting that the illusion would go away, but it didn't. Somehow someway Alastor cloaked their demon forms.

"I have to agree."

"May I have this dance?"

"You may."

The song had changed from one sad love song Husk waltzed Niffty to, to another. This time it seemed that the public company became distant from the dance floor with melancholy. Alastor took Ester's hand and led her to the centre of the floor. Neither of them paid mind to the wondering eyes that followed them. Nor did they acknowledge Angel's comment about being next with the strawberry pimp.

We'll meet again

Don't know where

Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling through

Just like you always do

"I'm glad we didn't live through the war," Ester mumbled as she leaned against Alastor's chest as they swayed back and forth.

Alastor lightly chuckled and sighed, "Speak for yourself, dear, the action would have been marvellous! The casualties, the fear, the desperation in everyone's life. Ahh yes, just like the depression." Ester said nothing as Alastor had his laugh. She knew deep down he was glad too. Despite his taste in hobbies (and people), Alastor was a man who didn't wish to go to war. He was drafted once before for the first war as a radio transcriber, it put a massive dent in his more favourable pleasures, and he swore he would never do that again. The uniform he wore tonight was his own that he tried to tuck away in his closet. Ester found it one day while cleaning and Alastor told her the horror stories of deaths and Europe. 'I've only been once, but I knew Europe wasn't for me. I'm a man of Louisiana, a man of the swamps. They didn't even have jambalaya! Could you believe it?' He told her by the fire as he drank a stiff whiskey from a bad hunt.

"I'm glad you didn't have to go to war Alastor." Ester pulled away from his chest and looked into his droopy brown eyes. He hummed and spun her around before pulling her back in for another set of steps. "I would have been heartbroken if you never came home."

"More than you did before?" He cooed and dipped her. Ester head shot up, and she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I wouldn't have been able to take down a whole country like I did those big wigs back home." A weak smile played on Ester's lips, and Alastor licked his and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the music.

"I'm glad as well, mon cher. Besides these uniforms are rather tacky and put a damper on my day." Alastor's laughter brought the mood back up, and Ester couldn't help but join him. Their laughter filled the room and made even more people turn their way. Finally, a swing song came onto the radio; Alastor knew that was the cue he needed to make his baby shine like a star tonight. Soon they were swinging around the room and cleaning out the dance floor to make room for more tricks and dips.

Charlie sat at the bar and was amazed at how comfortable Alastor looked dancing around the room with his girl. She had only heard a few mentions from Alastor how he and his lady would cause trouble on the dance floor, but she never thought she would see it. It was amazing seeing them go and how in love they were. Even in hell love found its way and could turn even the most standoffish person weak in the knees. Vaggie even had to admit it was a sight to see as she nursed a juice in a fancy glass beside her girlfriend.

"Oh! Vaggie look!" Charlie grabbed Vaggie's shoulder and pointed up towards the large picture frame above the fireplace a few feet away from the dancing couple. The flames from the fire made it refective. Charlie could see the spell Alastor had put on himself and Ester in the reflection. Vaggie knotted her brows, unsure what she was looking at until the dots connected. "They're beautiful."

"Yeah....they are," Vaggie smiled sweetly and turned away. Husk huffed behind them as he cleaned a glass. He saw it too and felt his dead cold heart jump a bit. He wondered....but as soon as it was there it was gone. Unknown to Husk, Vaggie had the same thought but shooed it away. Neither of them were going to ask Al to do that for them; it wasn't for them; it was only for Alastor and Ester for the time being. Tonight they were alive. Tonight they were human. Tonight they were dancing before going to war.

#🔻Red Thread🔻#alastor hazbin #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #s/i x canon #my writing

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dancingkirby · 4 years ago

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Ficlet: Zhao the Mansplainer

WARNINGS: Underage betrothal, thoughts about potential underage sex (which didn’t end up actually happening), and Zhao just being a general creep.

Two and a half months remained until the wedding; it had been set for shortly after Azula’s fourteenth birthday. Lately, Daddy hadn’t been sending for her very often, since he’d been busy with that new girl of his, the commoner who had won a prestigious internship in the royal kitchens. Mizuki. Azula doubted that her father’s amorous advances had been in the job description. At any rate, this meant that she had more free time than usual, which she was obliged to spend with her betrothed, Captain Zhao.

The man was an imbecile, and to be honest, Azula wasn’t entirely certain why an individual of such class as her father kept him around. She did know that the two of them had been friends for decades, dating back to Father’s years of hunting the Avatar. Sometimes she wondered if they’d been more than friends, but preferred not to pursue that train of thought any further.

Money was also a possible incentive. The house of Zhao was one of the wealthiest in the Fire Nation, her intended had been the only surviving child of his parents, and he himself had no legitimate children. If an “accident” happened to befall him, or if his own idiocy got himself killed, all of his wealth would pass to any children he had by Azula. For all intents and purposes, though, the fortune would go directly to Father. War was costly, after all, and they needed all the funds they could get.

Whatever Father’s reasoning, Azula had discovered that the best way to keep her sanity about all this was to view it as a military objective. She was to infiltrate the enemy base, gather intel, and report anything unseemly to Father. Naturally, she had to build up some trust before this could happen, which entailed walking with Zhao in the gardens every afternoon that their schedules permitted it and listening to his war stories.

Azula loved good narratives of battles which had resulted in Fire Nation victories; the more gory details there were, the better. Zhao’s tales, however, were far from good stories. He took forever to get to the point, went off on tangents, and kept mentioning people that he hadn’t previously introduced. What was more, he explained the simplest of naval terms to her like she was a five-year-old…or Zuko.

Congratulations, she wanted to say. You have done what I believed impossible: turning my favorite subject into something unbearable. But Father had ordered her to be (relatively) nice to Zhao for the time being. He had promised her that she could be as nasty as she wanted to the captain once they were officially wed, and she had every intention of banishing him from her bed for the remainder of his life once the heir was born.

But that would come later. Today, she had to endure him talking about the Seventeenth Battle of the Mo Ce Sea, which had been the first in the series to occur under her father’s reign. And she had to listen to him at least enough that she knew which comments to insert on the rare occasions when he paused for breath.

“Ah yes, I believe I read about that,” she said in response to his bragging about a certain maneuver.

“It’s pretty complicated,” he replied. “Let me know if you need help understanding something.”

“I think I can manage,” she said flatly.

Why did he always think she was just some stupid girl like one of Father’s ladies?! She was the Crown Princess. She knew the Seventeenth Battle of the Mo Ce Sea by heart, just as she did every major Fire Nation military engagement. Anyone who knew anything knew that this had mostly been a tactical victory; true, the rebels’ ships had been driven from the area for the rest of the sailing season, but Zhao’s little maneuver he was so proud of had caused extensive damage to a perfectly good Empire-class ship when he’d ventured into water that was too shallow and hit some rocks. He kept making these stupid mistakes, and it infuriated her. Now, the Eighteenth Battle of the Mo Ce Sea the next year had truly been an inspiring victory. Zhao, however, had not taken part in it, since he had been demoted (again) and sent to timeout in Pohuai Stronghold. After that, he had been called back to the Capital, where he’d remained ever since, itching for another chance to prove himself.

“You like reading, don’t you?” he was asking.

“Yes,” she answered cautiously. Could it be? Was he really going to try talking about something other than himself for a change?

Alas, this was not the case.

“Then you might be interested in hearing this,” Zhao said. It was all Azula could do to keep her mouth from gaping open at the absurdity of it all as he launched into a tale of a ~super-secret special library~ that he’d apparently discovered some years ago. Well…if he was talking about it, it couldn’t exactly be a secret anymore, now could it? Besides, everyone knew that this very palace was home to the best library in the world. (except arguably for the one at Ba Sing Se University, but it was only a matter of time before they owned that one as well.)

Azula hadn’t even been aware that Zhao could read. Maybe he’d just looked at the pictures.

At least if he blabbed this much when completely sober, the intel-gathering portion of her mission would be incredibly easy once she was able to ply him with sex and/or alcohol.

“It’s getting hot,” she said, interrupting his riveting tale of his defeat of some kind of giant bird; Zhao hadn’t been too specific. “I want to find some shade and rest.”

That wasn’t a lie. On top of the typically high summer temperatures that plagued the Capital, the humidity was near ninety percent. And the heavy robes that made up mandatory court dress weren’t helping. Sweat was running down Azula’s body like ant fleas crawling over her. It was with great relief that she spotted a large tree next to one of the smaller ornamental ponds that dotted the gardens.

The instant that they sat down, Azula divested herself of her boots and plunged her feet into the pond; the water was lukewarm, but it would have to do. And Zhao suddenly went very quiet. Azula initially welcomed the silence, but after about 30 seconds of her betrothed still not talking, she began to wonder what could have possibly happened that was momentous enough to make the captain shut his mouth for so long.

She glanced over at him, and followed his intent gaze…directly to her own toes wiggling in the water. She supposed that they were nice enough, seeing as how no part of her was ugly, but why was he so fascinated by them..?

Then she noticed that he was sitting with his knees pulled up and his legs crossed, almost like he was hiding…something…

Ew.

“So deadly, yet so beautiful and pure…” Zhao mused, evidently not noticing Azula’s disgust.

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. He was so delusional that he thought she was still a virgin? That would explain why Father had given her that vial of fake blood. Although she thought that Zhao was likely so tiny that he couldn’t have hurt her even if she was as untouched as he assumed.

Of course, he misinterpreted Azula’s outbreak of mirth.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss her. Azula did not want to deal with this aspect of the mission quite yet. Like any pure, good, virginal girl trying to defend her honor, Azula set his sleeve on fire and ran off before he could figure out what had happened.

If he wanted deadly, she was happy to oblige.

She left her boots behind; there were dozens of identical pairs in her closet. That pair was forever tainted now, and Zhao was welcome to them.

#fanfic #azula #zhao #short stories about Azula

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internaljiujitsu · 4 years ago

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F*%! FEAR: 6 Steps To Becoming Fearless

I lived in fear for forty years. It felt like weakness — as if there was something wrong with me that made me more scared than everyone else. My mother would always tell me about how sickly I was when I was born. How I stayed at the hospital for a month afterwards and how my aunt just barely saved me from dying once (so I guess I was kind of on borrowed time). I hated eating as a kid and was really skinny, adding to my weak mystique. In school, what I now know was anxiety would create psychosomatic illnesses. I’d feel sick, but it was all in my head. Stomach aches, dizziness, shortness of breath — It frustrated my dad — especially when he’d have to come pick me up from school again because I was freaking out on the inside.

We grew up watching the crack epidemic take over our neighborhood. The drug dealers did their business out of the fourth floor of our building. My brother and I would sweep up crack vials on the weekends to get our allowance from the superintendent — our dad. The tiny plastic cylinders with colorful caps filled the dustpan as we swept the roach infested vestibule leading down to the spooky, filthy basement.

Several young immigrants that had just arrived from Mexico were found dead over the years in the building next door, where Dad was also the super. Death from unnatural causes was a very real thing where we lived. Around age eight or nine, my alcoholic uncle, who lived in a storage room in the aforementioned basement (and would sometimes walk me to school), was killed when he fell while trying to climb a building to get to his ex girlfriend. I was about ten when our close family friend’s son, a squeaky clean kid visiting from the marine corp, was murdered defending a girl in the playground. At eleven or twelve, I watched my best friend’s dad kill a guy in an argument over a prostitute.

When I was fourteen, I was mugged at gunpoint around the corner from my family’s apartment. My big brother, wielding a large, rusty machete, took me around the entire neighborhood that night looking for the robber. The dude had worn a mask, so my brother put the blade to every thug’s neck that we passed on the street and asked me to look him deep in the eyes. They all knew my brother and respected him. They pleaded for mercy. Thankfully, we never found the guy.

That kind of shit was common in my old neighborhood. Baseball bats were swung in search of skulls and group rumbles were still a thing. I had family members snorting coke in front of me by the time I was in the fourth grade (and immediately making me promise I’d never do the same). Forty ounce bottles of beer were smashed over people’s heads in street fights. My crackhead cousin once robbed a dude using my favorite toy gun. He confessed to me when I found the gun broken and complained to him about it. Bullets fired from roof tops for fun whizzed through the ganja heavy air. It feels like we fought every day at school. That big yellow bus was like the fucking octogan.

We finally moved out of that neighborhood when I was sixteen after a gunfight forced our entire family to jump behind a parked car for cover. That shit was stressful. I was jumpy as hell. It didn’t help that Mom and Dad were very old school disciplinarians, if you know what I mean. There were fights outside and fights inside — all the time. I was always scared.

And that’s how I continued to grow up — I just didn’t show it, or let it stop me from fighting. When it was time to throw down in the street or at school, I always did. Partially because I knew my badass big brother would disown me if he heard I punked out. Backing down meant you were a victim. I once accidentally stepped on his buddy’s shoe and apologized. I’ll never forget what the guy said, “You never say sorry. It makes you look weak.” But a man’s sneakers were sacred in the hood, and I sure as hell never looked for a fight — unless I was channeling big brother.

He loved throwing the first punch and bragged about knocking guys out cold at night clubs — until a near death experience and one hundred and fifty stitches thanks to razor blade slashes made him reconsider his life choices. I’ll never forget when the call came in the middle of the night. I don’t remember why I answered the phone instead of my parents, but the voice on the other end is clear as day, “Your brother has been stabbed.” At that moment I thought the worst, and was relieved to see him gingerly walking through the door later that morning, battered, bruised and slashed to bits — but alive.

When I pretended to be my brother, I wasn’t above throwing a preemptive strike. We all had it in us. Hell, my dad was known to go into some destructive ass kicking rages when people pissed him off. I certainly tried my best not to get on his sizable bad side. Mom and sis aren’t exactly shrinking violets either.

My recurring nightmare as a child was of me walking down a beautiful tree lined street, the very one I always wanted to live on. It was only a few blocks from our shithole, but felt like a world away. In the dream, as I reluctantly step, there is the overwhelming feeling that someone is hiding in the shadows, waiting to attack. I’m petrified to move forward, but I keep going — slowly heading toward the inevitable. It was terrifying torture.

I don’t remember ever actually seeing the attacker. I’ve attached a bunch of meaning to that dream ever since, but at the root was my fear. For most of my life I moved forward, steadily but fearfully. I did things that made me want to shit my pants and forced my way through, hating every minute. In retrospect, these all helped build toughness and character, as did my old neighborhood, but the fear persisted. I became a bouncer, champion bodybuilder and an expert martial artist, but felt like a fraud for the unease that was my base level.

It wasn’t until I took these seven steps that terror’s grip on me loosened. Fear doesn’t have to be your enemy. If you learn how to use it, it will energize your actions and help you break past limitations. But first, you have to acknowledge that it’s there.

Accept that you and everyone you know will die. There’s no way around it. Yeah, it’s bleak, but if you wanna live in denial of death, you’re liable to swallow a bunch of bullshit to ease your mind. At its core, all fear is fear of death. When I was a kid, I hated when anyone brought up dying, especially my parents. The uncertainty was too overwhelming. There’s nothing more worthless than fear of the inevitable. It took me a couple of years of suicidal depression, meditation and time in sensory deprivation tanks to get comfortable with the idea of not existing. The tank feels like you’re floating in the womb. It’s pitch black, soundproof and the water is the same temperature as your body, so it feels lke there’s no separation. You and the enviornment become one. It’s blissfully peacful. Sure, I don’t want to die right now because I’m loving life, but I know it will happen one day — and I hope to enjoy that ride as much as I’m enjoying this one.

You’re not your personality. It’s easy to feel like a single, solitary soul drifting in a vast sea of faces. Valuing our individuality as we do, many of us strive to be unique while others do their best to blend into the collective. The way I see it, we’re all the current that powers these appliances we call our bodies. I feel like I’ve lived several separate lives filled with rich, distinct experiences and at the end of each, I mourned the death of an identity. While it feels like I was different people, the throughline was the same. The real me didn’t change. Our personalities are just things made up by our circumstances. They’re the features of the toaster. We’re the electricity that makes it work. I had to lose everything I had built to figure that one out. Once my marriage, home, business, students, money and identity were gone, it was just me — I had to be OK with that.

Your ego is not your life. Learning how to lose isn’t about being resound to failure. Losing is vital because it’s the only way to discover that life will go on when you do. The first time I lost something when I was sure I’d win was devastating. Everything I believed about myself was shattered. My invincibility was gone. Once I realized that defeat wasn’t death and the people that mattered would love me either way, I began to enjoy every aspect of competition instead of only focusing on the result. It wasn’t until I stopped giving a shit that things clicked. Being afraid of the embarrassment of failure is guaranteed to keep you from enjoying success.

Forgive your fear. Far worse than being afraid was my sense of shame. I hated that I wasn’t brave, like the thugs in my neighborhood. To me, being tough meant never being scared. As I became dedicated to martial arts and more interested in understanding fear, I realized that all those guys were probably just as scared as me. It would have been abnormal for me not to be afraid. The environment was so consistently charged with the potential for violence that I frequently lived in a survival state. Getting out unscaved would have taken a level of psychopathy I didn’t possess. When I forgave the little kid I was for being afraid, the shame melted away and the residual fear soon followed.

Whatever happens, everything always works out. You always know you’re in the right place because that’s where you are. No matter what, the world will keep moving on. It will do the same thing it’s doing now when you’re gone. You don’t need to worry quite so much about making the wrong choice when you accept that it doesn’t really matter what choice you make. Yes, of course you matter, your family will miss you and you’re a beautiful soul — all that jazz. But in the end, the world will continue to unfold, and the Earth will be incinirated by the sun — so fuck it. Embrace the experience but don’t cling to any result.

Step up. A sure fire way to kick fear’s ass is to look it in the eye and blow it a kiss. Fear is a bully. It’s all talk. It will try to shout you down until you grovel your way back to mediocrity. Pick something you’re afraid of and do it! Don’t try to not be afraid. Be afraid and do it anyway. But here’s the important part: Smile while you’re doing it. For me, it was roller coasters. I hated them as a kid. They terrified me, and each time I got on one, I regretted every click up to the top. The thought was always the same, “Why did I get talked into this? Let me off!” I never enjoyed the ride, closing my eyes tight and clenching my body until the hellish few seconds was over. One day, I decided that roller coasters represented the fear I wanted to conquer, so I got on the legendary Cyclone. It’s the old, rickety wooden monster at Coney Island in Brooklyn. The thing screeched a death knell and I loved it! I forced myself to smile from the moment I sat in the seat. I told myself that if that car came off the track, I was gonna soak in my final moments. I was sick and tired of being afraid of fear. My mindset shifted, and the click clack became excitement and anticipation instead of anxiety and fear. Funny how those can feel the same.

If you wanna take it a step further, start embracing pain. It may sound a little masochistic, but I like to stare at the needle when it goes in at the doctor. I like going to the dentist. They both used to scare the shit out of me. Even though I had always sought out the painful burn of a brutal workout, it was the pain I deemed unwanted that I sought to relabel. Smiling at the dentist or laughing after my knee was popped back into place in training were not ways to prove to myself that my body was tough, but that my mind was strong. The anticipation of pain is normally much worse than the physical sensation. Change the way you see pain and the way you interpret the sensation will transform

Of course, no one is fearless — unless they’re a psychopath. Fear will always be with you. It’s what you do with it that determines how far you go. The fluttering in your belly is a sign to take action that scares you because it will force you to grow. The quicker your pulse, the bigger the potential change. Don’t deny your fear. Jump on, throw your hands up and enjoy the beautifully terrifying thrill ride.

#mind #body #mindset #motivation #anxiety #depression #mentalhealth #wellness #coach #internaljiujitsu #awareness #mindfulness #fear #fearless #competition #Performance Anxiety

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sheisbornadreamer · 5 years ago

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Blend in, chapter four

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Sex without consent is bad. 'Nuff said. This is fiction, not sex-ed

Warnings: graphic language and male on male content

Chapter four

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Wednesday, 12.52 P.M.

Yamato studied the green, non-smelling goo on the plate.

Was that food?

How could that possibly be food? It looked… very uneatable.

"So what's your definition of the perfect goal, smart-ass?" An annoyed brunet snapped at their redheaded friend over the table. His voice was just one out of over a hundred voices that were filling the dining-hall, giving Yamato a headache.

"Give me a break, I just said maybe you should quit bragging for one second and shut up! I'm trying to have a nice, quiet meal here." Came the reply from a very tired Sora.

"Then you shouldn't have said it could have been better! It was perfect! Matt wasn't it perfect?"

Yamato looked up, a confused look on his face. He hadn't been paying attention. Why? Because they were talking about football.

"Wasn't what perfect?" He asked slowly, trying to make the wheels in his head spin just a little bit faster.

"My goal!" Taichi exclaimed, throwing his arms out.

"Oh. Uh…" Yamato shot Sora a help-me glance and fumbled with his fork, not meeting Taichi's gaze. He didn't like this situation. Not only because he had missed the game his friend had been talking about ever since their first lesson, but also because right now those eyes were burning themselves into him, as if they could look straight through him. He hated it.

"What would he know about football?" Sora muttered, munching on an apple she had chosen over the green uneatable goo.

"More than you, obviously" Taichi spat, looking back at Yamato again, continuing the process of burning a hole through the blonde's skin. "Well?"

Yamato shrugged helplessly. "It was great, what can I say?"

"So it couldn't have been better?" Taichi prompted, leaning forward slightly. At the very last second, Yamato noticed Sora's stare, sending very strong signals over the table.

Don't agree.

He shook his head, gaining his sense. Like he was gonna be the one to give Taichi an even bigger ego than he already had...!

"You can always get better, y'know. Life would be too boring otherwise."

Sora smiled proudly at him and Taichi's hopeful expression fell. He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "You guys suck."

Yamato rolled his eyes, extremely grateful that Taichi's painful staring was over. Now all that was left was a sulky glare and a very familiar pout.

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Yamato's pov

This sucks. This really, really sucks!

I'm not only talking about this never-ending class, but also this useless, pathetic debate that's going on in my mind. It's between my hopeful (and slightly pitiful) self and my huge, domineering negative self. Actually, I think my negative self just scared away my hopeful self and now he/she/it is ruling my mind, making me more and more depressed.

I'm doomed.

You might wonder what the hell my problem is. Well... I don't know! I'm all torn and confused and so goddamned frustrated. I thought everything would work out from here and just roll on, but… it doesn't feel like it used to. Everything's weird.

If I ever had a chance go back to normal, this negative spirit really fucked that up. That's right; I've reached the bottom. Now I'm just depressed. No one to save me either. No use, won't work. Life sucks. What the fuck is he looking at?

"Yamato, will you please answer the question?" My teacher pleaded, for what seemed to be the tenth time.

Oh.

I shifted in my seat, somewhat ashamed of the glare I had just sent him. The guy is only doing his job, after all.

"Um… I… what was the question?"

My teacher sighs. They always tend to do that around me… "Forget it. Koushiro, will you help Yamato out?"

The smart-ass looks up and opens his big mouth to come with a too-smart-to-follow answer that'll make the teacher proud. And slightly confused...

"Well, it's probably that Yamato's a disgusting fag and that all he wants to do is fuck his best friend Yagami Taichi after school instead of learning good, healthy things from our teachers. Actually, rather than listening in class he's daydreaming of blowing his friend sitting in front of him. That little slut just can't get enough of Yagami's cock, can he? The rumors are true. Matt is gay."

The teacher nods his head, satisfied with Koushiro's answer. Then he turns to look at me. "Did you understand that, Yamato?"

He frowns a little, giving me an odd look that's making several other students turn in their chairs.

"Yamato?"

Now the whole fucking class is staring at me.

"Yamato, is there something wrong?"

I stare at him, eyes wide. Koushiro didn't say all that… it's ridiculous. Right? Why am I being so paranoid? Maybe it's just my imagination. Yeah. My head is screwing with me.

"Yamato…? Are you all right?"

Why are they staring at me?

"No."

Was that my voice? Seeing how everyone's turning their heads right now I guess not. Everyone's looking at Tai. I must be looking at him too, because now his gaze is glued to mine. "He's not. I think he should go home."

"He does look a little dizzy…" Someone says.

Everyone's nodding in agreement.

What are they talking about? I'm not dizzy! Whoa… someone's grabbing my arm. I think that's my arm… okay, maybe I am dizzy. Is that the door?

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Years or a second later -have no clue-, I wake up, my head feeling like one big, heavy rock. It's warm in here, makes me feel dozy. I know this smell. I know this bed. That's my bed. It's my room. I'm at home.

I open my eyes, immediately spotting my ceiling. Did I just have a dream? A super-weird dream where Koushiro said I'm cock-sucking fag in front of the whole class? Must've. It was just a dream… Or more like a nightmare. Much worse than I ever would've imagined… Couldn't have been real. Koushiro would never even talk like that. And he wouldn't have… nah. It was just a stupid dream. You can't control dreams. Must've been… What's Tai doing here?

"Hey." He's smiling softly at me.

Wait… forget I ever said the word 'softly' 'cause that makes me sound like a chick. He's sitting on a chair. My chair, to be more specific. He's resting his arms on his knees and is leaning forward, studying me carefully. This is the first time of this week he's looked at me for so long. And only me, not distracted by anything else around him. Actually, this week he's been very… normal. He hasn't cracked stupid jokes (other than the old ones he always do); he hasn't teased me, or flirted with me –only been the same old buddy, hardly looking my way at all. Mainly talking to Sora. No messing with me or getting on my nerves. Just normal.

What the hell?

Why's he like that? Okay yeah I told him to, but him actually doing what I say is just creepy. I mean it actually sunk in. He got it. What the fuck is wrong with him!

"Matt?"

"Mm?" I look at his eyes again, shifting my gaze from the spot where it had been glued to as I'd been thinking. This new view surprises me. And come to think of it, actually impresses me. As he looks right there, he should look always. Like all those times when he whines over how all the girls worship me (his opinion, not mine) and don't even notice him. They should take a look at him right now, right there –sitting in my chair. He's got sunlight over his skin from outside, making it look like velvet, and his hair in that special way that even makes me forgive its ridiculously big volume, and his eyes are sparkling in gold and brown… For a while it's like I'm looking at a photo. He's not moving, remaining his expression that just makes him look… wow. It's like someone just brought out the very best of him, I've never seen him looking better than that.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm smiling?"

Now he's grinning right back. "Yup. What, do I have something in my face?"

"No, I was just thinking a little. You know… about how many girls that would've fallen in love with you if they'd seen you right now." I say, half smiling.

Though Tai might give impression of being confident, he's not that sure of himself when it comes to this. He always sulks and goes on about how my 'pretty' looks always works. And every time I feel the guilt to tell him that he looks just fine (after telling him to shut up and that I'm not pretty; I just happen to be hot). But I don't 'cause I'm a guy. And I don't talk like that. I don't give complements. But this right here, wasn't a compliment –it was a fact. And I'm glad I finally got the chance to say something like that, just as a statement, not a stupid made-up compliment.

I wait for a reaction, expecting a sheepish grin, a blush or some stuttered reply. But do you know what he does? He frowns! He almost looks insulted. He shakes is head in that you're unbelievable sort of way, narrowing his eyes a little.

"Maybe I don't want girls, Matt. Ever thought of that?"

Eh?

I must've given him a very clueless look, 'cause he rolls his eyes and stands up. I look up at him, totally confused. What the hell did I do? I didn't fucking say he was ugly and he'd be alone forever!

I even meant what I said! And I practically said he was beautiful!

I stare after him as he walks out of my room, blinking like a dog that's just been flicked on its nose. I thought he was gonna be flattered, and maybe squeeze the shit out of me and get all affectionate and bug me until I got pissed and punched him and we'd start fighting and then shrug it off and then… well, you get the point. Dammit, I called him beautiful! This is if you read between the lines, but anyone would've got that.

It's hard for a guy to be this blunt! Don't I deserve to be bugged? I mean, why couldn't he have just… lit up like he always does when he's happy and smile wide and throw himself at me and hug me and talk in a squeaky voice and not let me go even if I tried to get him off me. And then continuing being all cuddly, act stupid and spend the rest of the day trying to make me embarrassed and uncomfortable by being more physical than necessary.

…Not that I care though.

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Sora's pov

You guys wanna hear something really stupid? Yesterday Tai was so obsessed with his freakin' goal that he kept on nagging about it until I finally said sommin' like 'it could've been better'. He immediately got pissed, and then at lunch he asked for Matt's opinion. At first that stupid blond just said that it was great because he hadn't even been there at the game. But then he also said it could've been better. So Tai gets real pissy and starts pouting and acts really stupid at art class and yells at the teacher for telling him not to draw so bad (okay so she didn't actually say that but I know that's what she meant), screaming things like 'I don't fucking care if I screw that picture up, this is useless! I don't wanna be some kind of weird-ass artist anyway so screw this shit!' And then when he's sent to the principal's office he mutters something stupid like 'Sora said my goal could've been better'...

He's an idiot. But hey, what else is new?

I've noticed this space between them, by the way. Yes, I'm talking about the main characters of the "OMG I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom" drama that took place last week. I'm not talking about that annoying I'm not fucking talking to you, you asshole space though; this is a new kind. It's quite similar to the kind of space they had before the "OMG, I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom", because back then they were…

…quite normal.

And them being normal right now is just too freaking awkward for words! Tai's just acting, I'm sure of it. He seems to have stepped back a little… not that Matt is all pissed or anything, but it's like they've made a deal or something. Think I missed a few things when they were having that detention. Although it doesn't really count as detention 'cause they escaped like right away, and went home (and then got a new one the day after). They always do that. So pointless…

But what I'm trying to say here is that it seems to bother Matt a little. Of course it could be just be the fact that he's used to Tai being weird and annoying and clingy and stupid, but maybe… maybe he's actually missing it? Now that Tai doesn't do all that he's realized that deep down it's just what he needs. And I'm not just talking about Tai's general stupidity, but also all the affection. The teasing, flirting, what ever you wanna call it. I think Matt wants that.

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Taichi's pov

Went out running this morning. Alone. That sucks…

But I don't think Matt will ever up for it again. At least not with me…

In case you sick freaks out there managed to way misunderstand all that, then let me tell you that I'm talking about running! Not the other thing. Heh, I don't think he'll want that either, but whatever. I'm leaving him alone now, anyway, since he's taking all this so serious. I mean, I know he's a serious person (compared to me who isn't?) but he knows I'm just messing and I know that he knows and I also know that he has no idea that about eight percent of it is actually serious. It's not like I'm completely acting when I keep teasing. It's not just because it's fun. Well, wait… it is because it's fun but it's not only fun because he gets mad, but because it's… it's way of… um… I don't really know how to explain it.

But I've stopped that. For now. Dunno for how long it'll be necessary, but right now it is. To be honest I was sorta dense with the whole gay-thing and just made fun of him… um… but come on! It was fun!

But okay, so I didn't really get that it actually bothered him a lot. Like hurt even, not just pissed him off. I feel kinda bad about it now, although you've gotta admit that this dude is way too serious for his own good! If it had been me, then I'd play along. Or just ignore it if I got tired of it. I wouldn't have taken it personally.

Listen to me; I'm fucking defending myself here. And Matt's not even here to hear it. But like I said, I feel a bit guilty so it's like I have to defend myself. But I shouldn't. We're fine now. Though it's a little weird since I have to keep this distance and all. And I don't mean not talking to him, but I have to start being a 'normal buddy'. Everyone knows what I'm talking about here, right? Well okay, 'normal buddy' as in a guy who hangs out with you, chats and stuff BUT doesn't cling, pounce, pat, flirt, tease or just mainly finds ways to touch you.

My only excuse for usually doing all that is that I'm a very… ahem, open person and I sometimes get a little weird or affectionate or pushy. I mean, as you all know by now I have reflexes. And I do say or do things before I think. Sometimes I don't even think at all and don't even get what I did wrong when they're yelling at me…

Ya'll know that line where you're just supposed to stop and not cross? Yeah, I don't know where the hell that line is, so when I've (obviously) crossed it, I don't even realize it until I'm getting punched or yelled at or just stared down… (you know people who just stare at you strangely when you've done something wrong? They're scary…)

I'm called a lot of things thanks to the way I act. But honestly, I don't know how to behave! I mean I have my moments when I accidentally do things the right way and people find me very polite or charming or whatever, but I can't control it. Although I learn after a while what a certain person can stand and not stand. And when it comes to my closest friends I can behave myself, if it's really serious. Just like I backed off when Matt had that outbreak. And just like I'm going to give him his space until he feels comfortable enough to have me around again…

Or!

I'll act even more normal –almost avoid him- until he gets that he secretly wants it! I have no doubt that he can live with it; we're best friends. If he couldn't stand me, he'd leave. The weirdness is a big part of my personality and if you've got a problem with that then you've got a problem with me. I know he's gonna break any moment and want me back. And maybe not only because it's who I am and he's okay with it, but also because he likes it. Of course he's in denial right now, but there is a possibility that he likes that closeness and affection. And once he experiences not having it, he'll realize that he enjoyed it and he'll want it back.

I know Matt feels left out now that I'm keeping that space between us, he's been very distant… depressed even. And in this one class he acted really weird so I took him home. Man, I had almost forgotten that day… that was when he stared at me for so long and smiled and then said…

That ass.

Everything was okay until he said that about girls falling in love with me. I know he was referring to all those times I've complained over his popularity. Now that I think about it, I am kinda glad he said that though because all those times he never tried to comfort me or say that I looked good. That almost made me feel like he thought I was ugly or sommin'. Sorta made me insecure about myself. Everyone needs to hear that you're good enough sometimes, not totally useless. I mean I always went on about how the girls like him because he's downright Greek fucking God and he always said something like 'No they don't. Quit whining already!'

Heh. But that day I could tell he was impressed. It felt…

...good?

…wonderful?

Hardly use those words, but I guess wonderful suits. Come to think of it, he shouldn't even have said anything, that look said it all. But that was my fault 'cause I asked what he was looking at. So he had to explain. I shouldn't have asked that. Some things do not need to be put into words. Words just destroy everything… whoa, I'm getting poetic...

Okay Tai, back to earth.

Plan, remember the plan. Stick to the plan and he'll come crawling back. There's no way in hell he won't come back. I mean it's pure logic! He told me to back off, I back off; he misses me and wants me back. Simple as that. Right? Well I think it makes sense...

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Yamato's pov

Why does it have to be so damn hard to be Tai's friend?

I don't know what to do. Since that day I said that shit about him looking good, he's been even more… unreachable. I mean it's like he's right there, but there's this thick wall between us. Every time we speak at all I'm so filled with angst because I know I've lost him. Maybe not completely, but he's drifting and I can't seem to stop it. I don't like the way he's so normal. Everything he does is so innocent and appropriate and common. It's like I don't know him anymore. He's missing everything that makes him… Tai. And now I don't even have the guts to try talk to him. It can't be like this, it just can't. I want us to be friends. I want him back. Him, not this stupid 'normal' dude he's suddenly become. I gotta… I… shit, I don't know what I should do.

I want it to change but I can't talk to him anymore. Not for real. Now there's only small talk between us and I hate it! It's been too long now. I've suffered for four days, it's like I'm practically alone. He's not even my friend anymore. We just… hang out, for some reason. And he often dumps me to hang out with Sora.

Being three really sucks.

What if he's angry? What if he got mad when I told him to back off? That would really suck because then I would have to apologize… I hate apologizing… and I hate all this fucking drama!

Didn't know it would get this complicated… I'm not really improving anything since I'm analyzing everything, probably making it more than it is. But things aren't the way it used to be, and Tai has changed. Maybe it's not the end of the world but I still want it to change. To go back like it used to be.

Or something like that…

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Friday 6.10 PM

"Hey Matt" Taichi greeted his friend briefly as he opened his locker, three lockers away from Yamato's.

Said boy shot him a glance and mumbled a reply, gaze returning to his own business when brown eyes met his for a split second. Last period had just ended and students were hurrying out of classrooms to go home and not returning until Monday.

"Hey guys!" Sora said, grinning uncontrollably. After 80 minutes of English she couldn't be happier to finally have some time off. The weekend had once again arrived, not a moment too soon.

"Hi Sora"

She looked at them both, standing at their lockers, hardly noticing each other. On a normal Friday Taichi would be jumping around, stressing Yamato who would turn his whole locker upside down to find books he needed to bring home over the weekend. On Fridays they were both in a good mood (if you don't count Yamato's stressed self that only got worse when Taichi nagged and rushed him to get going). They always chatted about stuff they'd planned to do during the weekend, games that would come up, what they'd do the next weekend and so on.

Now the silence was ridiculous.

"So what are you guys doing this weekend?" she said, unlocking her locker and tipping books and papers into it. Those who claim that every single girl is orderly are WRONG.

Taichi shrugged casually, slamming the locker shut before everything fell out. "Dunno. Nothing planned."

"Huh. What 'bout you Matt?"

"Uh… I…"

Sora shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow. Yamato sure seemed tense… All she'd asked was what he'd do during the weekend, nothing to freak out over… Right before she was about to change the subject, Yamato managed to choke out "I was just about to ask if you'd like to hang out this weekend?"

Sora's amused gaze flicked over to the brunet, who looked up and met Yamato's eyes. She couldn't help but smile as they both stared at each other for a moment; it looked just like Yamato had asked him out.

"Yeah sure." Taichi replied suddenly, smiling smoothly at him before looking at Sora –spotting her quirked lips.

"What ya grinning at?"

The girl just shook her head, unable to stop smiling. Before Taichi could ask anything else, a bright voice was heard from behind her, making her turn around.

"You coming or what?"

The honey-eyed girl noticed the two boys and waved cheerfully at them "Hey Matt, hey Tai!"

"Hey Mimi" both guys greeted in union. Mimi grabbed Sora's hand and started dragging her away, shooting them a quick glance. "Sorry for stealing your friend but we've got a movie to catch!"

Sora shrugged helplessly at them and waved goodbye.

Yamato shook his head as he closed his locker. "Can't be easy to be friends with her."

"Nope." Taichi said, also shaking his head. "But Sora seems to handle it pretty well. It's almost like you and me"

Yamato grinned, he'd never thought of that before. "Yeah you're right. Well it's obvious that Sora and I are very tolerant people."

"Hey! Mean." Taichi stated, shooting him a mock glare.

Yamato just laughed, happy to finally break the ice between them. At least a little. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he said, "So you wanna do something tonight, or…?"

"Sure. Ain't got anything to do anyway."

They exited the school and started to head home. "You know…" Yamato began, once he decided no one would be able to hear, "I'm sorry for that outbreak, I mean if it offended you or anything…"

There was a moment of silence as they continued walking, both studying the asphalt.

"You mean the… when we'd escaped detention?"

"Yea." The blond mumbled, not taking his eyes off the ground.

"Oh."

Yamato glanced at his friend. "That's it? 'Oh'?"

Taichi shrugged. "Well I mean it didn't exactly offend me, but you know… it kinda sucks."

"I didn't mean to push you away or anything… I just wanted you to stop insulting me…" Yamato said, staring to feel the need to defend himself.

"Yeah I know. But I don't really know how I'm supposed to act right now, y'know?"

The blond was quiet for a while. What he would say right now would affect a lot of things and he wasn't even sure of what he wanted, much less of how he was supposed to put it.

"You don't have to act any different, just… show some respect."

"I already am!" Taichi exclaimed, looking at him.

"Yeah, well… you don't have to avoid me. Or act any different."

"But I didn't know how I was supposed to act in the first place!" The brunet protested, throwing his arms out.

"Well now I'm telling you. You don't have to change. Just continue being stupid and weird and all that stuff."

Taichi smiled suddenly. "K."

Yamato risked him a glance. He returned Taichi's smile, feeling a lot better. After a while of eye contact, he noticed Taichi's expression changing. His lips formed into a pout and his eyes became big and watery.

"You're my best friend…"

Yamato rolled his eyes. "Oh geez…"

"In the whole world…"

"Don't start, Tai!"

Tai threw himself at him, nearly making the other teen lose balance. "I looooove you!" he squeaked, giving his friend a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Ew don't fucking kiss me you retard!" Yamato protested, pushing him away. He wiped his cheek with a disgusted look on his face, blushing. Taichi just grinned at him. Yamato rolled his eyes.

"Good to have you back" he said, smiling dryly. Taichi responded with a dazzling smile of his own.

Then he tilted his head to the side and threw his arms out.

"Uh-uh" Yamato shook his head. "You've already hugged me once"

"I didn't hug you, I attacked you," the brown-eyed boy argued, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that made Yamato wish they weren't outside were anyone could see them.

"Will you let me go already!"

"Nope."

Yamato managed to free himself from Taichi's grip and made a big distance between them just in case.

"You're so gay" he muttered, starting to walk again. Taichi just shrugged.

"How can I not be when I've got such a hot best friend?"

"SHUT UP!" the blond exploded, as expected. "What the hell happened to showing respect?"

"Whoa, take it easy!" Taichi said, laughing nervously. "I just complemented you, you can't exactly blame me for complementing people." He added, a slight hint in his voice.

"Well you sure got pissed when I complemented you" Yamato shot back, bringing that up without thinking.

Taichi didn't answer.

They silently walked home, reaching Yamato's place after about ten minutes.

-'-

"Hungry?"Yamato asked as he headed for the kitchen.

Without waiting for a response, he started searching for food. Like Taichi wouldn't be hungry…

"Yup" the brunet replied from the hall, closing the door behind him. He entered the kitchen, helping himself as he started digging through the fridge.

-'-

Taichi sat silently at the kitchen table and watched his friend making him sandwiches (he always managed to talk him into doing that, since he claimed that he himself was unable to do anything in the kitchen besides eating). He made a few comments about Yamato's apron –which was not being used at current moment- and Yamato told him to shut up a few times.

Just a normal Friday night.

They ended up watching some weird romance slash comedy on TV in lack of better things to do. It was around midnight; both boys were bored to death but didn't feel like going to bed yet. Friday nights weren't supposed to be spent in bed sleeping; you're supposed to do something! Why? Because you can. And if that means (as in this case) that you're stuck watching some useless, crappy movie, then so be it.

Taichi was entertaining himself by pointing out all the clichés, commenting one of the main character's bad haircut every now and then, constantly telling his friend what (according to his theories) would happen next, and so on. The blond was putting all his strength into keeping himself from punching his face in.

"…and now they'll both lean in to kiss each other, but will be interrupted by something and another drama will start, taking their minds off one and other until the movie ends, where they'll go back to that freakin' kiss and THEN there might be another interruption because this is comedy and that is just hilarious."

"Will you shut up!" Yamato yelled at him for the fifth time this evening. He glared at his best friend who glared right back.

"You'd rather watch this crap in complete silence so that you can really concentrate on following this unique story?"

"You'd rather have duct tape over your big mouth or me kicking your ass?"

"Second choice please, 'cause you can't do that anyway." Taichi replied, grinning wickedly.

A loud gasp was heard from his left.

"You're right." Yamato's blue eyes widened in shock of this new realization. "I'm so pathetic! I wish I had big muscles like you, Tai" he continued, shaking his head and sighing.

"OMG, that's SO funny!" Taichi exclaimed and went back to watching the movie as if nothing had bothered him in the first place. Yamato smirked at his friend's skillful imitation of anyone from Mean Girls, and looked back at the TV screen. After a few seconds he remembered that it sucked and glanced at his friend. He still hadn't commented anything yet. His mind drifting and eyes still locked on his best friend's profile, he barely reacted when the brunet slowly turning his head to look at him.

"You're staring." He stated, gazing at the blond who blinked in confusion.

"Hu-oh-sorry." Yamato mumbled, shaking his head. "But the movie sucks." He added as an excuse, shrugging.

Taichi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You think? Of course it sucks! I mean…" he looked back at the screen, pointing at it accusingly. "…it's ridiculous! It's not even a real story, it's just a fast-written, slap-dashed story line that's supposed to be funny and it's all just about them getting together! So fucking predictable and boring-"

That last word made its way out just before he was cut off.

It was a small motion. It had nothing to do with anything -that was the reason why it was surprising. It was slow enough for Yamato not to head-butt him, and fast enough for Taichi not to move.

Taichi's head tilted back against the backrest of the Ishida's green couch, due to the pressure from Yamato's lips.

The blue-eyed teen's thoughts were pushed away for the moment and all that was in function was touch, taste, smell, and hearing. There was no good explanation for his actions; the boy was simply kissing his best friend. His brain was locked and there was nothing in his way to stop him from deepening the kiss, from lingering his arms around the brunet's head and from exploring Taichi's mouth in every way he wished.

As if the strong attracting force had just been turned off Yamato pulled back, disconnecting their lips in the effort. He felt slightly numb and light-headed, his gaze swaying around the room as if he were drunk.

"Okay so now it's alright to attack people? Or did that only apply me?"

Yamato's gaze landed on the teen beside him and he looked at him dizzily.

Said teen was smiling from amusement. "Care to tell me why, dear friend?"

Yamato blinked slowly, shaking his head. "I…"

"You know, if you're gonna blame that on reflexes you can just forget it, man" Taichi added, grinning. "You could've at least got yourself drunk so that you'd have some excuse."

It finally sunk in and Yamato stared at him. Then he looked away. Taichi smirked at his realization, watching him curiously.

Yamato stood up suddenly.

"I'll go make some more popcorn…" he mumbled, and turned around to go hide in the kitchen. Taichi rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist.

"Matt" He said in a gentle voice, pulling him down.

"What?" The blond said as he lost balance and fell back into the couch. Taichi let go of his wrist and turned towards him, winning eye contact. He reached his hand out, unable to stop himself from brushing blond strands away from Yamato's face. Yamato just looked at him, waiting for his friend to tell him what he had wanted to say. As he didn't wince, the brunet just continued stroking his hair, caressing his cheek with his thumb sensually. Yamato started blushing, realizing what he was doing. He started to pull back, but Taichi's hand placed itself behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Yamato pushed him away. "What the fuck are you doing?" he choked out, staring at him in disbelief.

"Kissing you." Taichi answered, grinning.

"Why?" the blond demanded, not liking the way his friend made it sound so innocent.

"'Cause it's nice" the brunet replied, chuckling.

"Wh-?" Yamato was cut off as Taichi kissed him again. This time he put both of his arms around his neck, refusing to let him go. After a while Yamato found himself kissing back, letting himself melt into the kiss and his brain once again get locked. Somewhere in the kiss their tongues met and Yamato finally lost himself in Taichi's arms, his scent, warmth and touch.

Hysterical voices were heard from the TV, where chaos had taken over in the movie. Neither boy cared. Taichi's fingers were running through Yamato's hair as he kissed him deeply. Yamato's arms made their way around his friend's waist and Taichi pushed him down on the couch. He somehow ended up lying on top of him with Yamato's legs on each side. He intensified the kiss and rolled his hips over the boy underneath. Yamato moaned and pulled away from his lips, turning his head to the side. Taichi took advantage of this and started kissing his neck, nuzzling his face into the smooth skin.

"Get off me!" Yamato pushed him off the couch and the brunet landed on the floor with a thump.

"Damn Matt, don't be so violent!"

He sat up and gave him a questioning glare. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Yamato bit back, sitting up in the couch.

Taichi gave up, not in mood for fighting. "Look… I'm sorry, okay? I lost it." He sat down beside him.

Yamato just stared down at the carpet. "But you know…" Taichi continued, moving a little closer. "…it seemed like you enjoyed it." His hand placed itself on Yamato's thigh and the blond glanced at it.

"If you liked it, then… nothing matters." Taichi leaned over, breathing along his friend's neck, sending shivers up his spine. "I liked it too..." he whispered, his hand carefully moving along his thigh on its way in to his crotch. Yamato held his breath. He could feel his other teen's lips gracing his cheekbone. "Just don't… think" the brunet breathed out, almost as a moan. Yamato shut his eyes as Taichi's hand cupped him, just about to squeeze and arouse.

"No!"

Taichi's hand was pulled back quickly, and he moved away. Yamato stared at him as if he had just tried to choke him. "I said I didn't want to! Get the fuck away from me!"

"Matt…"

"Stop!"

Taichi glared at him. "Will you calm down? I'm not attacking you, stop making it sound like that!"

"Y-you can't just come on to me like that, and…"

"Matt, relax."

Yamato finally met his friend's gaze and found himself glued to it, unable to look away.

"There's no one here to judge you, Matt. No one needs to know"

The blond teen looked at him. He knew there was no way in hell he was ever gonna give in to that. He wasn't some kind of gullible dumb-ass who could be talked into anything. He was rather the opposite. Taichi had no chance, he could just forget it.

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The following day...

"What the fuck was I thinking!? I'm such an idiot! I'm such a fucking idiot! Why? WHY! Sora, what am I gonna do? I'm so fucked up! I'm such an idiot!"

The redheaded girl watched her normally calm friend almost ripping his hair off his head, kicking various things around the room and crouch down on the floor, curling up to a ball. He wasn't crying, though she could see that he was in some kind of pain or misery. He was angry, though he didn't seem to have the strength to break or hit anything like he usually did when he was pissed.

She knew he was upset and confused. Of course it's hard to deal with stuff you really don't want to deal with. Stuff you just want to lock in and never let out again. Stuff you want to deny and forget.

She bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should comfort him or not. Many times that had only led to Yamato having a fit, and made things worse. But right now it seemed like he could actually use it. Sora made her way over to the pained boy, sitting down beside him carefully. To her surprise, he rolled over to his back and stretched out on the floor, glaring up at the ceiling. He placed his hands behind his neck and sighed deeply, looking very calm all of a sudden.

"I always think before I do shit. Always. I'm not stupid, like him." he said softly.

"I know" Sora mumbled, not even realizing she was insulting Taichi.

"Why did I do it, Sora?"

"Because you're a guy? Guys always think with their-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm very aware of your fucking opinions."

"Sorry" she muttered, remembering that she was supposed to comfort him. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Matt. So you made a mistake, big deal. Shit like that happens all the time."

"I know. But it wouldn't be so bad if it was a girl!"

Sora was quiet for a while, hesitating. "Matt, do you have anything against homosexuals?"

He stared at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

"Well it does seem like you think being gay is the end of the world." She pointed out, tilting her head.

Yamato pulled himself up to a sitting position, not meeting her eyes. "I don't have anything against gay people, I just… don't want to be gay myself!"

"What makes you think you're gay?"

Yamato gave her a well-duh -look and rolled his eyes. Sora shrugged. "Well yeah, so you slept with Tai, but that doesn't mean anything! Doesn't mean you wanted to. Or liked it." She glanced at him and he looked away, blushing.

"Did you?"

"No!"

She sighed, shaking her head. –Denial.

"Okay, Matt. But let's just forget all these homophobic and 'I don't wanna be gay' –thoughts, and pretend that nothing's wrong with what you did, which it is also my opinion… do you regret it?"

"Yes." he said without a blink.

"Hey, think before you answer! Remember; no judging, no gay-bashing, no damn paranoia, just… listen to what your heart is saying, despite how incredibly cheesy that sounded."

The blond teen sighed and rubbed his eyes. He stared at the floor, blinking hard. "You and your stupid questions…" he muttered after thinking for a long time.

"Well, okay –let me put it this way… was it awful? Disgusting? Wrong? Weird? Scary?"

Yamato looked up. "Why the hell would it be scary?"

Sora shrugged. "I dunno, I was just trying to come up with some adjectives…"

"Oh. Well…No. It wasn't any of that." He hid his face in his hands. "That's what's awful! I enjoyed it! That's what's disgusting!"

The girl shook her head, sighing. She smiled softly at her friend, even though he couldn't see her.

"I don't think so. And you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. Just don't think about it for now, okay? Just let what happens happen. Stop analyzing."

"Fine."

"Good."

He lied down on the floor again. "You should go now. I need to sleep," he muttered, rolling to his side and turning his back against her.

Despite his rude way of asking her to leave, she stood up and nodded in agreement. "You're right. I won't bother you. But Matt…"

"What"

"Just try to remember that it's not a crime, just…"

He waved that comment off lazily. Sora sighed in defeat. "Okay. But just don't worry about this too much. Don't get caught up on it."

"Bye Sora."

"Fine" she muttered, pouting a little over the fact that the boy didn't want to listen to her preach. Not her fault that she was so smart and had many opinions.

"You're still here."

Right. She was supposed to be leaving, not standing here and pout.

"Sora!"

"Alright, I'm going!"

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Yamato's pov

Okay, so… I'm trying to overcome the freak-out part, and just move on with the getting-over-this part.

But it's not exactly easy to separate them. I mean, let's just for example start with how to move on. To move on I have to continue being Taichi's friend. Because I'm pretty sure that avoiding Taichi wouldn't be moving on. And by being Taichi's friend I have stop fucking calling him Taichi all the time –his name is Tai, dammit! Gah.

Okay, moving on. Other thing that I'll have to do to be his friend is to face him. Sadly. And talk to him. And hang out with him. Now, while thinking these thoughts I'm automatically going back to the freaking-out part, thinking I can't face him! I can't talk to him! What'll I say? 'Hey Tai, great fuck this weekend but let's just forget it ever happened and stay friends, k?' And while I'm at it, I start thinking about how Tai will act around me. If he's gonna act the way he does around the girls he –claims- has got his way with then I'm doomed! So yeah, still on the freaking-out part…

Maybe I should just stop thinking about it altogether. Yeah. That sounds good. I'll do that…

Okay, it's not working! I'm too sensitive and paranoid to stay relaxed! I can't cool down; it's impossible! I know it's not a crime to have a one-night stand. That's what he was. Just happen to know him too. Shit! What about him, though? What'll he think? Will he get hurt? Is he gonna get all bitter and treat me like some kind of ex? It was nothing! His fault anyway…

This isn't going anywhere. It's useless. I should sleep.

Why can't I sleep? Why! I'm great at sleeping! Analyzing isn't helping anyway, so why can't I stop?

RIING

What the hell was that?

RING

Oh, the phone…

I reach out and grab the phone, even though I really don't want to speak to anyone. What if it's Tai… Shit. Maybe I should hang up…

"Yes?" If it's him then I'll hang up.

"You're not sleeping."

Who's this? What kind of person would call someone just to say 'you're not sleeping'? Oh, Sora…

"You woke me up."

"Liar."

I grit my teeth. "Fine. What do you want?"

"You need to talk to me."

I ache an eyebrow. "I do?"

"Mhm"

I sigh, leaning back against my pillow again. "About what?"

"Well, let's see… there's always yours and Tai's intimate moment last night."

I frown. "You said I shouldn't think about that, and now you're fucking calling me up and reminding me of it!"

"I could tell you were beating yourself up about it, instead of sleeping like you said you would"

"So now you're a psychic too?"

"No. You're just very predictable."

"Am not."

"Are too. Like this with Tai; I knew you'd freak out, even though deep down you know that's what you wanted."

I resist the urge to argue, and take a deep breath. "Could be. But, it's not. Just because you're running around trying to be a matchmaker doesn't mean I'm…"

"Gay?"

"Into Tai…" I say, not thinking. Of course I'm not gay either, but I was going to say into Tai and then…

Silence.

"Aha."

"I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"Gay."

"Why did you sleep with Tai?"

I sigh. That's what I've been trying to figure out myself, why would I be able to tell her?

"He… I don't know."

"Were you drunk?"

"You know I wasn't."

"Did he force you into it?"

"No." I say, like she's retarded.

"Then why? Did he seduce you?"

Why am I having this conversation with her? This is none of her business! She's not my consular.

"I'm just trying to help you Matt."

She can read minds. Seriously. She just read my mind! It's scary…

"Yes, course he seduced me. It wasn't like he just said 'hey Matt? Wanna fuck?'"

"So he seduced you and you fell for it?"

I grit my teeth. Damn her.

"Yes."

"Because…?"

"Because I… ugh. He worked me up and I wasn't thinking!" I add quickly, not liking the sound of me being worked up by him. Why would I be? I'm not gay, so why did I get worked up? I'm not into him so why did I do it?

"So he made you…"

"Shut up!"

"Just like he did in the boys' room. Right? He worked you up there too. I don't know about you Matt, but I'm starting to see a very clear connection here."

Now she's mocking me. I hate her.

"I hate you."

Sora chuckles, and I hate her even more. "I think you need to talk to him."

"I think you need to get off my back!"

"Oh sure, blame the messenger!" Sora bites back, loosing her patience.

"Soon you're gonna realize I was right, and you were just in denial!"

"Why don't you get a life and stop bothering me!" I yell into the phone.

She's quiet for a moment. I know she's pissed, but I don't give a fuck. She can't just tell me what to feel and what I need to do to be happy! She doesn't know!

"That's real smart, Matt. Well, you're on your own. Good luck with that."

Click.

Girls…! They're so weird. They always have to be right and get their opinions heard! And everyone has to listen and nod in total agreement! Fucking control-freaks… probably the reason why I…

…prefer them over guys. Right. Guys aren't… at all like girls. They…

Okay, all girls aren't like Sora. There's plenty of girls that aren't control-freaks… that I could consider… being with?

I put phone away and roll over to my stomach. Stare into the wall.

"I'm not into Tai."

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Taichi's pov

I feel like I just had my cake and ate it too!

I can't believe he actually gave into me! I mean… he's like… way out of my league, frankly. According to some. According to me. He's…

Damn.

Well, whatever –I had him! You heard me; I had sex with Yamato Ishida!

Well, I sort of knew there was something there after us making out, but I never thought he'd sleep with me. Never.

Before you get all worried let me tell you that yes, I am aware of that he's probably freaking out right now. And regretting this. At least thinking he is. Deep down though, I don't think he does. I'm prepared to wait. And –if necessary- prepared to convince him. He might need a kick to get real for once and stop denying. I'm prepared to kick.

I just realized I'm sounding very stupid right now. Oh well, I'm just happy. Wish I could brag about it a little, but I won't. No one can know. If I tell anyone I'd fuck up my only chance to get this guy. If nobody knew, and if the rumor would just die down this could actually be something!

We could be friends at school and more at home. No one would know. It could work! Well okay, maybe I shouldn't get too hopeful… better to just see what comes, not expecting anything. Although I do hope I'll get some. Just one more time… Last night was just too goddamn good to be just a onetime-experience.

Too bad he's not easy. Although maybe that's why he's so desirable…

Did I just use the word 'desirable'? Man. Well, I don't know how to describe him! I mean, there's always beautiful and delicate and gorgeous and HOT… haha, he'd so kick my ass if he'd ever hear me say that! I honestly don't know what he'd do if I'd call him cute. Not that I would, though. Yeah maybe out of spite, but not for real. That's like… calling the pope queer. Whoa, where did that come from?

I mean it's like he's so much more than those words –they're too pitiful to describe him. But he's still pretty average, and that's what's so perfect about him, although he's not perfect, 'cause that's a bad thing, I mean he's got his flaws, and that's what I like too, because that makes him…

What the hell does that make him? What am I even talking about?

RING

…was that the phone? I look at the phone just as it rings again. I bounce off the bed and throw myself at it.

"You've reached the Yagami's residence, this is Yagami Taichi speaking -I hope you're honored- now what may I do you for?"

That's reflexes. Swear to God.

I wait for the reply with a grin on my face. The reactions are always the best part. No answer. But I'm pretty used to that, it is a lot of words to take in. Though it usually doesn't take this long…

"Hi. Um, it's Matt."

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