#just know that when seeing the next few lines pfft

[cj-lyric-a-day]

If the shoe fits, would you walk that mile?

It’s a small world after all

Oh, you can put it on the other foot, it’s the same size!

#chonny jash #chonny jash try not to make the end of his songs difficult to separate challenge [impossible] #im doing my best #just know that when seeing the next few lines pfft

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 15-Lost A Bet (SUB)

Damian wouldn't say he hated someone, but he hated Marinette. She was a new employee at Wayne Enterprise and she was a giant distraction. He would catch himself watching her.

'This has got to stop!'

"I want to make a bet with you." Damian announced as Marinette walked by his office.

"Fine." Marinette spoke, "What do you get if you win?"

"If?" he chuckled.

She smiled, "What if I win? I'm very competitive."

"I would prefer you work in a different section." Damian spoke, "What do you want?"

'Pfft. That's all he wants? Me out of his way? I'm not telling him I'm leaving to a different section in two month; he can suffer.'

"I want you to take me to the Wayne Gala." Marinette announced.

'I knew it! She is just like all those other girls.'

"And before you start flattering yourself, " Mari spoke, "I want a way in, to promote my own fashion line. Being with you helps."

"so you are using me as a business tool." he stated.

"Isn't that what every woman who dates your father does?" Marinette asked, "Promote their next ballet recital, movie premiere, Broadway show, or modeling catalog? I figured you Waynes were use to it."

"He dated those woman." Damian spoke, embarrassed by his father's background of woman.

"Oh." Marinette whispered, "Well, I'm not asking to date you. How about an invite then? You won't even have to talk to me, if you don't want to. Let alone e stuck with me for the entire night."

"Agreed." Damian smiled.

Damian sighed in frustration. Marinette had won their bet and certainly was using the gala to her advantage. He never expected her to come so dressed up. Being in the office was one thing, but seeing her in a gown was another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a social butterfly, much like his father. She spoke to everyone without a worry. It became a bigger problem when other guys kept offering her a drink. It seemed like the whole gala had their eyes on her.

Damian growled and made his way over to the middle of the crowd. He put his arm around her waist, immediately gaining her attention.

"Marinette." Damian spoke, "I have been looking for you.

"Mr. Wayne." Marinette answered back.

He smirked, "It is after hours."

Mari gulped, "D-Damian."

Marinette looked away, but he could see the faint blush on her cheeks. Damian smiled at her reaction. Several guys took note that the Ice Prince was smiling at the designer and quickly made their way to another side of the room.

"My stepmother wanted to see your latest creation, I believe." Damian declared.

"Oh?" Marinette questioned.

Damian kept his arm at her waist and guided her through the crowd.

"Are you ok?" he whispered.

"Yes." she whispered back, "Were you just trying to get me awy because if so, I didn’t need your help."

'I was trying to help!'

By her pout, he could tell she was upset.

'I don't know why she would want to be with those idiots anyways.'

"Thank you again, Marinette, for making my dress." Selina spoke, seeing her.

"Of course." Mari smiled, "I enjoy making your outfits."

Damian remained silent, realizing that Marinette already was acquainted with his step-mother and likely her friends.

"How was the mob?" Selina asked, taking a sip of champagne.

Marinette shrugged, "A few customers, but other than that, a few trying for a good time."

Selina watched out of the corner of her eye as Damian gripped his glass a bit too hard. She smirked.

"You should take one of them up on their offer." she suggested.

"I should?" Marinette asked confused.

Selina looked over to the mob, ignoring Damian's glare.

"The hell she should." The Wayne heir growled.

"Marinette is a single, desirable young woman, Damian." Selina answered back, "She has needs as well."

Mari looked down at the floor, blushing red.

'I certainly wasn't expecting my sex life to be somehting my bosses' family talked about. I wonder what made Selina change her mind. Before, she was telling me never to leave with someone from one of these things.'

Before Marinette could ask, Damian grabbed her and pulled her out towards the garden.

Selina smirked as she watched them walk away.

'Now, where's Bruce? He owes me $100.'

Selina spotted Tim and made her way towards him.

"Do you know were Bruce is?" she asked.

"Uh, I think he stepped out for a breath of fresh air." Tim answered, "Why?"

'So he already got bored and left to roam. Did he really think no one will notice him gone?'

She sighed, "Tell him he owes me $100."

"Wait!" Tim exclaimed, "What?"

"Yeah. We had a bet." Selina replied.

"Hold up! Is this about getting Damian a date?" he questioned.

"Yep." she spoke.

"Dammit!" Tim whined.

"Why are you upset?" Selina asked, "Do you not want him to be happy?"

Tim pulled out his wallet and handed her $100.

"He asked you to pay me?" she rebutted.

"No." he pouted, "He made another bet with me that you would succeed. I thought you wouldn't."

Selina laughed and took the money.

"Who did you set him up with?" Tim asked out of curiosity.

"The designer." she smiled, "He seemed really upset with her getting attention. I told her she should take advantage of the cesspool and go home with one of the. Your brother grabbed her hand and took her outside after that. Thanks, Tim."

Tim watched in shock as she walked away. He had no idea his younger brother had a crush on their new designer.

'Didn't expect him to be the possessive type. Scratch that, Talia waltz in here like she owns Wayne Manor, all the time, and Bruce still lets her, as long as she behaves. Looks like Bruce, but has Talia's attitude. I need to stop making bets with Bruce.'

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#daminette december 2023 #daminette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #bet #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #wayne gala #marinette is popular #jealous damian #selina kyle #bruce wayne #tim drake #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #mochinek0

[lavender-storm]

I need you here

summary | Theo drunkenly confesses, but it's hard to believe him.

pairing | Theo Nott x fem!reader

warning | drunk Theo, probably grammar mistakes

word count | 1k

a/n: Please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy! Have a lovely day xx

I just wanted to let you know, that this is a side blog, so unfortunately I can't reply to your comments, but I see them all! I appreciate it so much, you have no idea how happy your comments make me! ♥️

He's wasted. That's why he's saying these things, no other reason. If he were sober, he wouldn't dare to say words like this, especially not to Y/N. So this is only happening because he's so drunk, he can't even sit by himself. But Y/N doesn't try to shut him up. How could she? The words coming from his lips caress her whole skin like a soft feather, the loopy smile on his face warms her heart. She'd be lying if she said she's not enjoying whatever is happening.

I love being next to you. I'm so happy you're here, I was waiting for you the whole night! Seeing you is the best part of my days. He says.

But these are all words, all lies, all just drunk flirtations. He doesn't know what he's saying, maybe he doesn't even know who he is talking to. Yet, her heart hopes that deep down he means every single thing he utters.

"How can someone be so pretty? Seriously, it's not fair. It's like you want everyone to fall in love with ya," he mumbles, swaying his hand in the air.

"What are you even talkin' about? No one's in love with me Theo."

"Pfft lies. Big ass lies. I know I am. And like fivety- fifty other people," she laughs at him and he pokes her side mumbling an I'm serious. Of course she knows he's not, and she's pretty sure that he said the same sentences to Adelane earlier. But you can't blame her for playing into it for a few minutes, believing that Theodore could actually love her. With a roll of her eyes she guides his head on her shoulder, and gently puts her hand into his hair, trying to quiet him. She feels giddy inside, like the first time she kissed a boy when she was younger, the only exception is that this feeling is better, much, much better.

Truth be told, even if he doesn't mean what he says, it would be fine with her. Because up until Theo, she didn't know how great it feels to love somebody unconditionally. Everyday she has something to look forward to, his voice, his laugh, his mere presence can make her swoon. Some say having a crush is hard, but to her, liking Theo is the best feeling and the easiest thing in the world. Just quietly doing homework, or sitting in front of the fireplace is enough. If he only knew that she's ready to give her heart to him. The boy hums quietly, burying his face into her neck.

"And you also smell so nice, you are seriously unreal. Pretty sure an angel," a shiver runs through her body when he lays a soft kiss behind her ear. And then another one on her jaw line. And another one her neck. Oh Merlin this was a bad idea. She clears her throat and pushes him away.

"I think you should go to sleep," before you do something you'll regret and hate me for the rest of your life. "Come on." She helps him up and he immediately laces their fingers together, too tired to fight with her.

She leads him through the crowd of dancing people, and he squeezes her hand, making sure he won't lose her. He likes holding her hand, he realises. They fit together so well, her skin is so soft and warm, it's really nice. He wishes he could hold onto her for the rest of his life. The music and the people fading into the background as the only thing he is able to concentrate on is her. He can't control what's coming out of his mouth anymore, but seeing the way Y/N looked at him, how her eyes sparkled because of his words, he didn't care that he lost control. If he could, he would say these things non stop to her, write it down on notes, write it on the sky, scream it at the top of his lungs so everyone can know how much she means to him. If only he weren't so scared when he's sober.

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" She says as they finally reach his room. She's gentle with him like he is fragile, and he could feel his heart melt into a puddle in his chest. He sits down on the edge of the bed, Y/N standing between his legs. He has a lazy smile on his face and his eyes twinkle in the darkness. "What?"

"Please stay."

"Theo, I can't. I- You wouldn't want that if you weren't…" She looks away from his pleading eyes, knowing that she will cave in if he keeps looking at her like that. Why does he have to be so handsome?

"I do. I always want that," a small frown appears on his face. He doesn't want her to think that. To believe that he wouldn't want her here if he were sober. "I always want you to be around. I love being with you. I really do" his voice barely even a whisper, as he rests his head against her stomach. Y/N runs her fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, getting lost in her touch.

"It doesn't seem like it though," she whispers and his heart cracks open with each shaky breath she takes. He never meant to hurt her. He never wanted to make her feel like she wasn't important to him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. Please stay," his eyes are watering as he tilts his head back to look at her. "I promise I want you to. I swear. Please. I need you here."

She wants to believe him. Maybe what they already have is good, it's enough, but maybe having more would be better. So she does believe him for now. Y/N gestures for him to move and she lays down beside him. He immediately wraps his arm around her, and pulls her into his chest. It's nice, so nice, to lay with her here, to feel the warmth of her body, to hear her soft breathing, to know she is right here with him.

"I know I could do better but I swear, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'll prove it. I'm goin' to prove it," he whispers into her hair before drifting off to sleep.

#lavender-storm #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott imagine #theodore nott imagine #theo nott fluff #theo nott blurb #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader

[kittyball23]

Mellow Yellow (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: JD takes what he sees as the ‘necessary’ measure to keep Clay living up to his Fun Boy persona

A/N: Wanted to pump one more oneshot out before the year’s end! This one is in celebration of New Hair's Eve lol

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“Hold still, Clay!”

“Ow! But you’re hurting me, John Dory!”

John Dory dismissed his younger brother with a raspberry that he blew. “Pfft. How do you expect the color to stay if you don’t scrub-a-dub-dub it in? Huh?” To emphasize his point, JD really began to grind into Clay’s scalp with his fingers, working the product into the Troll’s head.

“That’s just it,” Clay groaned, “I don’t want it to. I don’t think this is even necessary!”

JD just continued what he was doing, bending his head some so that he could speak directly into Clay’s ear, loud and clear. “Clay, I’m gonna give you the best advice you can take and tell ya to follow the ‘don’t think’ part of what you just said. I, as I’m sure you can remember, am your leader. I’ll do all the thinkin’ for you. And besides, how much thinkin’ do you gotta do when you’re the Fun Guy? You just go out and have fun!”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Who put you in charge in the first place?” he grumbled in annoyance.

JD sighed, as if Clay should have known this already. “Bro, when you’re the oldest, the role automatically goes to you. And I’m doing a pretty good job at keepin’ us all in line, if I do say so myself.”

Ego much? Clay thought, almost disgusted at how highly his brother thought of himself. He didn’t say anything though. Whenever he, or any of the bros contraindicated him, they always found that whatever they had to say was usually in one ear and out the other, unless it was them flat-out agreeing with what John Dory said.

“Plus,” JD continued cockily, “I’m the smartest, too!”

Okay, so maybe joke-telling wasn’t supposed to be John Dory’s specialty, as he was not the assigned ‘Fun Boy’ of the group, but boy was that a good one. Clay cracked up, leaving JD baffled.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” he asked.

Clay chuckled a few more times, wiping a tear from his eye and fibbing. “Nothing, bro! I was, um… I just thought of this great joke. Yeah!” He grimaced a little, hoping John Dory wouldn’t ask what it was and, to his relief, he didn’t. He patted the younger Troll on the back.

“Ah-ha! Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! Embracing the role that you were born to take. That’s the spirit!”

Clay brushed him off. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can you just finish up already?”

JD nodded enthusiastically. “Say no more, brother. I’ll have you fixed up in a jiffy!”

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Even though John Dory’s ‘jiffy’ took well over an hour, Clay still felt the same sense of freedom after being released from JD’s hold… and the same sense of dismay as he looked into the mirror.

“Ah, whaddya think?” JD prompted, nudging him with his elbow. “Pretty good, huh?”

Clay glanced at him. “I thought you said not to think.”

JD scoffed. “Just tell me.”

Clay reluctantly looked back in the mirror, tilting his head in scrutiny of his reflection. “I don’t know… I wish it was still green,” he finally admitted.

JD slung an arm around his brother. “Clay, yellow is a fun color. It totally works! And green is my signature color. We can’t have two of the same color in the band - we gotta have a rainbro! More appealing to the eye!”

Clay wasn’t fully convinced. He reached up, touching strands that were a fabricated lemony-yellow instead of his preferred natural lime-green. “I don’t know…” he said again.

“You’ll get used to it,” John Dory assured, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. He then turned from Clay and clapped his hands together once. “Alright! How’s our frosty-baby-blue coming along?”

Clay followed his older brother as they entered the next room over and found Spruce and Floyd with Branch.

“Just about done!” the purple-haired Troll said with a thumbs up.

“Just one more piece…” Floyd said, carefully plucking out the last of the foil out from the top of the baby’s head, and leaving their youngest bro with brilliant white tips and a bright smile to match.

John Dory whistled in delight. “Woooweee! That looks brodacious!”

Clay smiled down at his little bro. It really does look ‘brodacious,’ he could agree.

A lot more than MY hair does…

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A/N: I have 3 different theories for the change in Clay’s hair color. 1) He dyed it when he was older from yellow to green as a way to camouflage and also to cut ties with his old boyband self. 2) His hair naturally changed from yellow to green as he grew up. Or 3) He was forced to have his hair dyed from green to yellow per JD

Anyhow, Happy New Year 2024, folks! 🥳🎉👏

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #john dory #clay trolls #branch trolls #spruce trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 07 - Playtime

Genshin Impact - Aether x Albedo

Aether supported his head with his hand as he leaned over the table, staring into nothing as he lazily spun a pencil between his fingers with his free hand. He was starting to understand why Klee liked to see things go “boom” after times like this.

Letting out an unamused sigh, the traveler looked to his side with the corner of his eyes, noticing how abducted by his sketch Albedo was. Sitting like an actual prince, with good posture and legs crossed with one knee over the other, the chief alchemist continued to gently brush the pencil over the paper sheet, one line after the other, making his drawing look more and more realistic.

“Is something wrong, traveler?”

The blonde snapped back to his senses as Albedo’s words reached him. Blinking rapidly a few times, Aether was met with the confused, but gentle gaze of his partn- ahm, friend.

“A-aha, sorry, I just got… a little distracted.”

“I see,” Albedo continued, placing down his sketch and smiling at the other guy next to him. “This might not be as entertaining to you as I imagined, I apologize.”

“W-what? No, pfft,” Aether scoffed, already feeling guilty for making Albedo think about something like that. “It’s just… that I had something else in time when you invited me over to ‘help you study’, you know?”

The alchemist tilted his head, feigning confusion when he knew the intention behind those words. “And what would it be?”

Aether felt the heat reaching his face, faking a cough while he promptly averted his gaze. “Y-you know, why don’t we have a break?”

“Hmm, that could be of some use. I… no, we have been studying for quite a while, so there shouldn’t be any harm in having some playtime.”

“Good,” Aether said, eagerly placing his empty paper sheet away and snatching Albedo’s sketch from his hands seconds later, “because I’m really needing it.” He grinned.

Barely having time to process what was happening, the last thing Albedo remembered was the traveler tackling him down in his seat, taking both of them down, and a pair of hands latching onto his sides. Truth to be told, he should’ve seen something like that coming.

“A-Aehehether! Wait! Ahah, y-yohou’re gohohoing to mahahake us fahah- ahAHah!” Albedo chuckled, battling the urge to press his arms against his torso to protect himself from the tickling just to keep holding the traveler, trying to make sure none of them would fall off his seat. “Stohohop it!”

“What? No way, Albedo ~” Aether teased, pinching right over his ribs and making the alchemist scrunch up his shoulders as he giggled. “You said it yourself that we could use some playtime, so don’t take it from me now!”

“AhAHAH, n-nohoho!” He laughed, managing to look up to see the traveler grinning down at him while making him cackle like a maniac. Was that his concept of “playing”? 

Regardless, Albedo didn’t try to make it stop. If getting tickled was the price he needed to pay in order to see the traveler smiling, then he was willing to pay for it.

A/N: Aaaand, with this one, we finish our first week! I'm so excited for the upcoming days and I hope you guys are too, heheh ~

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #genshin impact #aether #albedo #aether x albedo #albether #lee!albedo #ticklish!albedo #ler!aether #tickle fic

[ludi-ling]

how do you think remy reacted when he first found out about rogue being caught in terrigen mist and when he realized rogue wasnt in a good place mentally when she was in avengers?

Sorry it took so long to (at least half) respond to this. I needed to wait for the creative inspiration to strike, so to speak. Covid over the holidays is great for sitting round and waiting for your muse to rock up.

I hope you still get to see this anyways, anonymous asker. Merry Christmas. 🎄

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Next-of-Kin

               Avengers Mansion, dead as a doornail, quiet as a mouse. Everythin’ packed up and ready to be sold or auctioned off. Anythin’ here worth stealin’? Maybe, probably. Very likely.

               It’s only out of respect for the person I’m here for that I don’t go rootin’ around to find out.

               I turn a box-lined corridor and who should I see but Deadpool, lackadaisically standing guard outside the door I’m supposed to go into.

               “You’re an Avenger?” is the first thing that comes to my mind, and I can’t help but say it.

               At the impromptu greeting, he pushes away from the wall, arms spread.

               “Me? An Avenger? Pfft, naw. Who’s dumb idea would that be, to make me an Avenger?”

               “My thought exactly,” I respond as I draw near.

               “Yeah, well… Stark’s gone bankrupt,” Deadpool shrugs. “Not enough money in the game to make it worth my while.”

               “I hear that.” I glance at all the boxes, ready to be moved out. “How the mighty have fallen. Or somethin’.” I run a hand through my hair, expecting the worst, hoping for the best, wanting this to be over with either way. “Thanks for callin’ me,” I say; but he just waves me off.

               “Don’t thank me. This was Cap’s idea. Said you were on her next-of-kin list. Told me I should call you.”

                ‘Next-o’-kin’? I don’t like the sound’a dat. The past few months all I been doin’ is playin’ sympathetic-ex-boyfriend to whatever the hell she sees herself right now, and this feels like an extension of those duties. If she’s put me down to be the executor of her will, I’m gonna be real pissed.

               “Is, ah… Is Cap in there?” I ask nervously, figuring Wade doesn’t need to know a damn thing about my current relationship with Anna.

               “Don’t worry, Gumboid,” he replies. “The old man said that since you have a warrant out for your arrest, it’s best if he ain’t around if you happen to turn up.”

               Whew. Thank fuck for that. Don’t think I could handle Captain Boy Scout hovering over my shoulder at a moment like this.

               “Thanks,” I say, reaching for the handle. “And by the way. There are at least 5 warrants out on my head.”

               I lean into the door, and I’m just about to open it when he stalls me.

               “Hey, Gambit. While we’re on the topic, you know a guy named Chalmers?”

               I pause. I level him a look.

               “Deadpool, dis ain’t the time for dis kinda shit…”

               “I know.” He grins. At least I think he does behind that mask. “I’m just sayin’. You’re a thief. There’s a fun li’l gig lined up for you, if and when you can squeeze one in-between your ‘next-of-kin’ duties.”

               “G’bye, Wade,” I shoot acerbically at him, and let myself inside.

               I ain’t prepared for what I see on the other side.

               Rogue, lookin’ like shit.

               I shut the door behind me quietly. I let out the breath I’ve been holding in. I walk to her bedside and see just what the Terrigen Mists have done to her.

               “Oh, Anna,” I murmur to myself. “Whatchu gone done to yourself, chere?”

               She can’t hear me, hooked up like she is to all this equipment, in what I can only assume is an induced coma. The fact that she can’t hear or see me is the only reason I’m here. We laid out some ground rules for one another after all. I gave her permission to walk away, and she took it. I’m your home, your harbour, I said to her in one of my rare, earnest moments. You’ll come to me when you know that. But don’t come to me before. Which means – for now – don’t come to me at all.

               I scratch the back of my head awkwardly at the memory. Those words had felt unnecessarily harsh at the time, for both of us – but it had obviously been what she needed to hear. She had never come back to me. Not once. Sure, we’d run into one another, now and then. Traded kind words, smiled. Hugged. Perhaps even flirted now and then. But she’d never come back in the way that mattered, in the way I wanted, or hoped for, or both.

               Y’know, I hear things. I know about Mags. I know about Johnny Storm. Can’t keep things hidden for long wit’ the X-Men. S’like livin’ in some podunk town in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows everybody, secrets will out. Jubes loves secrets.

               I’m a big boy, but there are some secrets I wish I didn’t haveta hear.

               I dunno how contagious this disease is, but I’m all gloved up, so I reach out and touch her blistered hand. It’s a simple thing, but how many times has she pulled her hand away from mine? How many times have I only been able to touch her like this? Gloves on, skin covered? The moment she gained control of her powers felt like the moment she started to withdraw from me, like she wanted to try to touch everyone and everything that wasn’t me. That smarts. It stings, when we’re both here, and I’m touching her like this.

               I draw up a chair beside her and sit. Again I think about how I’m breaking some sort of rule in being here, this understanding we have, the one I don’t want. The one where I step aside and make way for her to live her life. Where I wait for her to figure out I’m the one she wants.

               Fuck that.

               “I get it, chere,” I murmur into the quiet, half resentful, half helpless. “You want me when you’re on death’s door. You put me down as your next-o’-kin so I turn up by your side when you’re so fucked up you don’t even have to be conscious to know I’m there. You trust me with your life. You just don’t trust me with your love.”

               It’s infuriating. It’s infuriating to know that’s how it is, despite everythin’. I didn’t make no grand sacrifice, voluntarily stepping away from her, for purely altruistic reasons. I did it because I knew she wouldn’t choose me. I knew she’d choose Mags. And I just hadn’t wanted to be there to see it.

               And this is the prize I get. Havin’ the privilege of bein’ with her again when she’s like this.

               I link my fingers with hers, raise her hand to my cheek. Careful our skin doesn’t touch. Conscious of how we’ve both played this game before. Don’t touch!—her perennial warning. Me, pushing the boundaries, so damn hard, all the fuckin’ time. All I ever wanted was this. To feel her warmth.

               “Guess I should be flattered you put me down on the list of people you wan’ around when you’re dead or dying,” I tell her. Am I sounding bitter? Maybe a li’l. “They tellin’ me they’re workin’ on a cure, that Hank and Stark are optimistic, that you’ll pull through. They don’t need to hide it from me though. They’re worried. Real worried.” I slide her a weary smile. “They dunno how often you and I danced dis tango though, do they, chere? You, on death’s door. Me, sittin’ here by your side, willin’ you to wake up, be strong, get better. And you always do.” I laugh softly, squeeze her hand. “Y’know, for someone who’s ‘well-nigh invulnerable’, you don’t half end up in a coma often, mon amour. Why is dat?”

               She don’t answer. She might look like a hot mess right now, but that pretty li’l face of hers don’t even twitch in reply. The soft blip of the heart monitor is the only response I get. I’m used to this. Not gettin’ answers from her. Her, runnin’ away when shit gets real.

               Shit’s real now, chere. They tell me you could die. And if you do, would all’a dat runnin’ been worth it?

               Not dat you’d be alive to care.

               But I’d be. I’d be.

               The harried smile drops from my face. I take her lifeless hand between both of mine. I press my lips to my knuckles, cos I can’t press them against hers.

               “Lissen, chere. Word is, you could die from dis. Too early to tell yet, nobody knows what dis M-Pox thing means. Me, I think you’re too much of a fighter for this to end you. I know you, chere. But if you don’t… if you don’t get past dis… I want you t’know somethin’. I love you. I put a space b’tween us knowin’ I could deal with it because you were out there tryin’ t’be happy. But if you weren’t out there… if the space between us means you ain’t never comin’ back… I don’t think I could live with it. Livin’ in a world wit’out you wouldn’t be worth livin’, chere. I mean it.”

               I pause. As always, no answer.

               Go figure.

               “So you live, girl. Live, so we continue to get that chance we might never take.”

               I gently rest her hand back down by her side. I don’t think there’s anything more I can think of to say. I stand. I give her hand one last squeeze.

               “Love you, Anna Marie,” I say, before I leave.

               I’m surprised to see Deadpool still standing sentry outside the door.

               “You still out here?” I ask.

               “Hey, Cap said I should keep a look out for her while you were here. I hear things about you, y’know, Gambit. I know all about your weird kinks!”

               I raise an irritated eyebrow at him. Why the hell Cap’s lettin’ him run wit’ de Avengers is beyond me.

               “Yeah, well, takin’ advantage of my comatose ex-girlfriend ain’t one of ‘em.”

               I turn to leave.

               “You goin’ already?” Wade asks.

               “Yeah. She looks stable. I’m trustin’ Stark and Hank will take care o’her better than I could. Just make sure you call me again, if things look bad.”

               “And if they look good?”

               I stop, think about it.

               “Yeah. Lemme know. Just don’t expect me to rock up again. She won’t appreciate it if she wakes up and finds me there.”

               “Huh. She wants you there when she’s about to kick the bucket, but not when everythin’s all fairy dust and unicorn farts. Sounds like my kinda woman.”

               Ugh. I’m outta here.

               “G’bye, Wade!” I nearly holler at him.

               I’m halfway down the hallway when I think of something. I halt, spin round.

               “By the way. That Chalmers job?”

               “Yeah?”

               I grin.

               “Deal me in.”

-END-

#questions answered #Romy fanfic #Romy #Rogue #Gambit #Remy LeBeau #Anna Marie #Deadpool #canon compliant

[rogue-durin-16]

KITCHEN SCRATCHER

Summary: For years, Eddie's go-to scratcher has been his beautiful neighbor. When looking in the mirror becomes unbearable, it's only fair for Y/n to be the one tattooing his scars away.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, needles, scars, slight PTSD, mentions of death, vol2 spoilers (?)

A/N: idk this just came to my mind after seeing this post and I thought. I think it's cute. Maybe it'll cheer @celie-voss up. Enjoy my darlings <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

If God existed, he didn't particularly like me.

That was what I thought while moving the last one of my cartons, containing my tattooing items, into the camper van at the tail end of Hawkins Hills Trailer Park.

A part of me wondered if I had any fault in my father's death. So many times I had wished for him to banish from my life —well, now I had what I wanted, didn't I?

I had also wished for a fresh start.

Certainly, dropping out right before my senior year and moving to the worst neighborhood in Hawkins wasn't what I had envisioned.

Funny how life can turn upsidedown in a matter of days. One morning, you live in your modest yet supposedly lovely ranch style house with your asshole of a father, and the next you're being forced to move out by some guy from the military who's telling you doctor Y/l/n's body can't be retrieved from the Hawkins Lab.

Turns out, life can do yet another 180 in the brief span of a week.

My new neighbors were very nice to me, so it wasn't hard to get them to pass the word about a scratcher working right before the treeline at the trailer park.

Funnily enough, my first client was as illegal as my license to tattoo. Not that anyone cared to stop the sixteen year old when he knocked on my ajar door in plain sight around 4:00pm.

"... Hi?"

"Oh. Hey there." I gave the boy a small smile when he hesitantly pushed the door open. "You're my neighbor, right?"

"Yeah. I..." Clearing his throat, he climbed the couple of steps leading to my new home slash studio and stopped to stand at the doorframe, fidgeting with the pick hanging on a chain around his necklace. "I heard you're, like, a tattoo artist?"

"Well that's an exaggeration." I half joked, leaving aside the items I was moving from one shelf to another atop the kitchen counter in order to pay full attention to my first client. "More like a kitchen scratcher. Gotta earn money somehow y'know."

"I was wondering if I could... Get a tattoo?" He dug into his jeans' pocket and pulled out a couple of scrunched up twenty-dollar bills. "I really like the uh- the bats you have at the door." The boy, pointed his thumb over his shoulder, motioning at the piece of paper I had put outside with some designs and their respective prices.

"Sure thing." I resolved with a nod, walking to one of the compartments in the kitchen to pull out a briefcase containing the items I needed to tattoo, motioning at the couch on my way there. "Sit down, please."

"Have you done this before?" He asked, following me with his chocolate eyes when I came back to him, dragging a chair to place it by the couch.

"Uh yeah, on myself— see?" I rolled up my sleeves to show him the few tattoos I had given myself. My skin tingled under his touch when he reached out to trace the ink lines. "This is your first time?"

"Uhm yeah." He leaned back, digits leaving my forearm to rub his jeans in an anxious manner. "Actually, my uncle doesn't really know I'm doing this so—"

"I won't tell a soul." I assured him with a half smile. "Where do you want it?"

"Forearm?"

I squinted my eyes at him, pensive, resting my chin on my fist. "You wear long sleeves often?"

"Pfft not now." He snorted, referring to Hawkins's late summer weather.

"Piece of advice then," I lazily wiggled my index finger at his forearm. "Not the forearm— not yet anyway. Your uncle would notice."

He pondered for a moment before questioning me. "What about— what about here?" His finger traveled up to tap right under the left end of his clavicle.

"That's a cool place. You sure about it, though?" He hummed affirmatively and I began to pull out the needles, tubes and ink, along with my sketches. "Same design?"

"Nope, I still want the bats on my arm." I nodded and handed him the sketchbook for him too pick. Fast as lightning, he pointed at a black widow on the side of the first page. "This one."

"Copy that." I gestured at him with my head while I used both hands to put my hair back in a bun. "Can you uh... Take off the shirt?" Sheepish, he complied, folding the piece of clothing and leaving it on the cushion besides him. "Lay down, you'll be more comfortable." Taking in his tensed up lanky frame and nervous eyes, I decided it would be for the best to try and distract him. "I'm Y/n, by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm Eddie."

"Eddie, that's a pretty name." I gave him a small smile, setting the ink. "You go to Hawkins High, don't you?"

"Unfortunately." My mouth twisted further up at his sarcastic yet lighthearted tone. "You?"

"Same— well, not anymore. Had to drop out." The confession spilled from my lips before I could stop it, making me freeze briefly.

"Shit, I wish that were me." I breathed out a laugh cleaning the area in his chest that I was about to tattoo. "Hey, uh, this won't hurt right? 'Cause I'm not about to cry in front of you."

"It won't hurt." I soothed him, giving his bicep s light squeeze. "It's more like an itch."

"I can take an itch." He assured himself more than me.

"Atta boy."

That tattoo was done carefully in record time, with no complaints on Eddie's part, a lot of frowning from mine, and some healthy bickering from both sides.

Soon enough, Eddie was sitting back up on the couch with a hand mirror to check the job that had just been done.

"Y/n?" I hummed promptly, focused on putting the things back in the briefcase instead of on Eddie's form. "I hope you know I'll come back to get the bats too."

And he did.

He came back several times —seven to get more tattoos; countless more with a silly excuse to see me. Each time with longer hair, more and more punker clothes, bolder attitude and louder manners; he became less tender and more cynical —he kept the sweet smile and endearing sheepishness, though.

That's why I did not quite process any of the tragic events that took place throughout spring break. I didn't understand.

Eddie was a good, kindhearted person when we had first met, and that never changed, no matter how much shit the world threw at him. Wayne Munson didn't believe Eddie could have done it either, but it was our biased word against every shallow minded Hawkins' inhabitant, so the police ignored it, and we could only sit and watch how they hunted him down.

Then it got... Really weird. I didn't say anything, not because I doubted myself or thought people would take me for a crazy girl; I didn't say anything because when late at night, I spotted four kids in the dark sneaking into the Munson's residence and leave shortly after with four older people, I knew something wasn't right.

I knew weird things happened in Hawkins, I knew it had to do with the Lab, and I knew if I reported anything, I would have a target on my back, so I didn't say anything.

Neither in that moment, nor the next night when, before going to sleep, I caught a glimpse of the same group that had ran out of the trailer not even 24 hours prior. Eddie was in that group.

I didn't notice him when they went in, but I did hear someone crying out his name before some boy and two girls around my age dragged a limp Eddie out of his own house. I wanted to rush out of my camper van and help them, but I wasn't supposed to be seeing anything.

Four days later, Eddie was miraculously ruled out as the prime subject of the murders by Jim Hopper, who had been supposedly dead. Neither he nor his uncle came back to the trailer park right away —luckily so, because a group of jocks showed up in the middle of the night to burn it to the ground.

Wayne Munson moved back in eventually. Some guys in fancy black suits had set up an new house for him and his nephew a little bit closer to the Mayfield's house. It took a while for Eddie to join him, but after a couple of weeks he was being brought in.

It took him three months to approach my camper, and I wasn't even there when it happened. I only came to know about it when I arrived late at night from my shift at Melvald's and saw a note stuck by my designs. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of both his writing and signature.

'Need a favor. My trailer 4pm tomorrow. Bring a lot of ink and sketches. Don't tell anyone. —Eddie'

And so I complied. My wristwatch marked 03:58pm when I first set a foot on the short damp grass of the trailer park and made my way to the Munson's new home.

My palms sweated around my briefcase and backpack when I got to their front door, fist shaking slightly when it went up to knock on it.

He must have been waiting behind the wooden surface, because not even a second passed before it creaked while it was carefully unlatched —such a contrast from the previous times I had dropped by the Munson's trailer, when the door had flung open by a cheeky Eddie who took up all the space left for me to enter.

Now I could barely see him leaning on the wall by the entrance, tired eyes examining my form before actually throwing it wide.

"Hey, I'm uhm—" I whispered my barely coherent words into the crack, shaking my briefcase between us. "Y'know."

Giving me a what I could only read as a wary up-and-down look, Eddie kicked the door open. I took that as a clear cue to walk in, so I did.

After scanning the place, I noticed the new trailer seemed slightly bigger and much more stark, probably due to the recency of their staying.

"It's nice, the new place." I commented, doing a 360 to face Eddie, my voice feeling like scrap paper against the stifling silence. "I'm sorry 'bout what happened to the trailer."

"Yeah, well, Hawkins, am I right?" He finally spoke, attempting what I believed to be a joke while his right hand reached to close the door.

"Right..." With my lips pursed in a tight line, I left both my belongings on the bigger couch. "I didn't buy it, y'know?" I assured him, referring to the blame put on his shoulders a few months ago.

"Yup. Wayne told me." His aloof demeanor battled hard with my need to ease the environment. "I..." His eyes, until then remaining averted from mine, flickered at me. "I changed my mind. I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I... I think it's not— this isn't a good idea. You should go." Eddie cleared his throat, carding through his locks with his fingers. He was muttering something, but my senses cut everything out when I caught on the angry scar starting on his jawline and going down to his Adam's apple.

"Woah— The hell's that?" I stalked to him with concern on my face, suddenly noticing how odd his winter clothes were for Indiana's summertime weather.

"Wait- Don't!" Eddie recoiled when I was mere inches away from brushing his hair away from his face so I could take a better look, confusion switching to panic in his face when it dawned on him what I was questioning him about.

"But-"

"Please. Just— don't." He vehemently shook his head, tears threatening to spill from his widened eyes while he walked back in hopes of putting more distance between us. "Just go. Please."

"Eddie..." His name fell from my lips in a tender mumble, earning a flinch from him. "Whatever this is, it's not gonna faze me." I assured him, deciding it was best to refrain myself from trying to reach him. "And if it's-" I lowered my voice as much as I could. "If it's some kind of... Top secret bullshit, government kinda stuff, my lips are sealed."

"Gov... government stuff?"

"You know, the Lab. I'm not stupid, I know they're still here. I know they're doing something."

"How do you know that?"

"Did they hurt you?" He gulped. "That's why the note said 'don't tell anyone', right? 'Cause they're covering up their bullshit experiments again—"

A lightbulb went off in my head, sinking my heart into my stomach. 'bring a lot of ink and sketches'.

"I'm... Covering up scars, aren't I?" My inquiry had some dread to it. It wouldn't be the first time that I placed ink on top of unwanted physical memories, but this was Eddie. This was different.

"Y/n, leave. Please. I changed my mind." He pleaded me in high pitched tone his shoulders tensing.

"I can't leave you like this." I responded in a sorry tone, taking a sympathetic look at the ghost of what once was Eddie, in that moment reduced to a scared kid in baggy clothes. "I just can't."

"I'm sorry for leaving the note, okay?!" He shouted more than spoke, tears fighting their way down his cheekbones. "But I don't— I don't want you here right now."

"I'm not leaving you in this state." I insisted, taking a step forward; Eddie took a step back, making his back hit the wall. "I'll leave once you're feeling better, but—"

"You don't owe me anything!"

"I don't have to owe you shit, Eddie! I'm worried sick about you and this is not helping!" I yelled, wildly gesticulating at him.

"I'm just a c-client!"

"What the hell Ed?! You're my fucking friend!" I felt myself internally spiraling, too wrapped in my own trauma to notice Eddie's uneven breathing, nor his lower lip trembling. "Last time I saw you, you were getting dragged into a random car! And when you guys left I saw blood, Eddie! A shit ton of blood! And I bet it was all yours! I'm not asking you to tell me what happened that night, but let me fucking help!"

There was an ominous charged silence in which we both stared straight into each other's souls before Eddie slid down the wall to sit on the ground, becoming a silent flood of tears.

I didn't know what to do aside from stare helpless at his fragile, terrified frame that curled up in a ball on his carpet, and that broke my heart.

Gulping, I slowly joined him on the floor, sitting by his right. "I'm sorry. I didn't... Eddie. Hey." I let my left hand tentatively rub his back while my right one went to rest atop his covered forearm. "I'm— I'm here. I wanna help but you- you gotta talk to me."

"I want 'em off." He whimpered, pressing on his eyeballs with the balls of his hands. "I hate— I-I can't even look at myself anymore, Y/n." His teeth gnawed on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "I-I thought tattoos would... Help but you-" Eddie sniffed, shooting me a quick glance before involuntarily bracing his torso. "I don't want you to— fuck, they're so ugly."

"Can I see them?" Eddie stared at me as if I had grown two heads, bloodshot eyes opening wide again. "Eddie, you know I've seen some shit."

"Not like this." Before I could counter with anything, he spoke again, this time quieter, as if he was confessing a dark secret. "I don't want you to think I'm ugly."

"Oh, c'mon." I tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, taking in his self-conscious expression. "I could never. You're the prettiest boy I've seen."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"The prettiest." I corrected him, resting my forehead on his temple. We had kept getting closer and closer without noticing. "Now let me see?"

With an uneven, rueful sigh, Eddie nodded and moved away from my grasp to peel off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a black t-shirt that uncovered both his arms, scarred with healed wounds similar to the one in his jaw.

"Jesus... Hey, wait." I pulled his hand and brought it to my lap when, at my exclamation, he attempted to get up and walk away. "Do they hurt?" Eddie shook his head in the negative slightly relaxing under my feather touch over the minor scar between his thumb and index finger. "Okay."

We both sat in silence while I analyzed his arm, my stomach twisting at the mere thought of whatever might have caused such bad wounds.

"It does sound very metal." He agreed in a soft voice, his head casted down when his hesitant eyes peeked at me through his bangs. "There's... There are more. Bigger."

"Maybe... A Hydra could be cool here." I suggested, passing my thumb over the side of his hand. "See? The heads would cover the scar perfectly, and then... It can go a bit up your forearm with a sick tail." I continued, gently twisting his arm with his curious eyes on me. "I have a Nazgûl design that would look bomb on you, so maybe here" I tapped on the bigger scar adorning his arm. 'or—" I pushed myself off the wall and pivoted to kneel in front of him, reaching for his left bicep. "Here too. You know, I don't do this for anyone but since you're my all time favorite client,"

The lightheartedly joking tone in my voice teared a small smile from him.

"I can sit down and come up with a customized design. Maybe something metal? I'm thinking..." I sat back on my legs, picturing the sketch on my head, completely oblivious at Eddie's loving eyes. "Black Sabbath? A 'War Pigs' tattoo sounds very metal to me, what d'you think?"

"Okay." I reached out to intertwin our fingers before giving them a squeeze. "May I?"

I thanked whatever was out there for having Eddie's eyes adamantly averted from me when he pulled off his shirt, because I had to choke out a cry at the sight.

What the hell happened to him?

"Told you." He muttered, wrapping his arms around the scars on his sides. "They're ugly."

"Hey." I swallowed my grief for his sake, pulling his knees apart so I could get closer to him. "What did I tell you?" My hands went first to his forearms in order to uncover his torso once more, and then to his cheeks. "Prettiest boy I've seen." I repeated, bringing him into a hug before planting a kiss on the side of his head. "Nothing's gonna change that."

Eddie snugged his head on the crook of my neck, bare arms squeezing me tight against him. "Promise?"

"Promise." I waited for him to pull away before letting my fingertips trail down from the pinkish marks on his chest to the bigger wounds on his sides that... Looked eeriely similar to gnawing. "I'm gonna give you the sickest tatties."

"I bet you will." He agreed, letting his left palm travel to my right, which rested on his abdomen. "Thanks, Y/n."

"Don't thank me yet, I might fuck up."

"Yeah sure, you fucking up a tattoo." He scoffed. "Sounds about right."

"There's a first time for everything." I shrugged nonchalantly. "You were my first client, it's just fitting for you to be my first fuckup."

He flicked my shoulder; another half smile twisting up the corner of his lips made my heart swell with pride. It felt odd, yet nice to be the one trying to make the boy smile and not the other way around.

It seemed like that dynamic would stay with us for a while, but I was fine with it as long as I got to be close to him again.

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[weirdkpopgirl]

Late Night | Jaemin Imagine #2

Title: Late Night

Genre: Fluff, slight comedy

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084k

Author’s Note: Another idea that came to me randomly. It’s a little cliche, so I apologize. I was able to finish this one fairly quickly. If you see my W.I.P page, I have other things I’m working to write and post here. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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It was a late night on the weekend and you were having a sleepover with the 00’ line of NCT Dream. Yes, you knew how weird it was to be the only girl in a group of guys. But they were your closest friends, so they saw you like a sister. Well, almost all of them.

The thing was, Jaemin had a secret crush on you. But he never said anything, because he didn’t think you felt the same way. Little did he know that you’ve also liked the boy for some time now. You refrained from doing anything about it for the same reasons as Jaemin. Honestly, it was a little frustrating for the rest of the guys to watch.

The time was 11 pm, and you guys had finished the last episode of Crash Landing on You. Earlier you guys had played a few games and ordered fried chicken for dinner. A lot of laughter and some bickering had occurred. You were all grateful to have a break and relax a bit together.

“What should we do now?” Jeno asked.

Haechan snapped his fingers, signaling he had an idea. “We should have girl talk!”

“Uh—you do realize (Y/n) is the only girl here, right?” Renjun raised an eyebrow at his fellow member.

The singer rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean. Let’s just talk about something, anything.”

You guys exchanged glances, and reluctantly gave in. You grabbed one of the couch pillows to hold on to.

“Okay, what are we going to talk about?” asked Jaemin. 

You squeezed the pillow tighter, not liking the look that Haechan was giving you.

“Why not about you and Jaemin?”

“What—what about us?” You nearly choked on the air. Jaemin seemed to be also thrown off by the sudden attention. But he tried not to show it too much.

Renjun leaned forward. “Oh right. You guys aren’t dating yet?”

“What do you mean?” Jaemin laughed nervously.

“I swear, I’ve never seen two people be so oblivious,” Haechan facepalmed. “Seriously, I feel like you’ve both liked each other since forever.”

You and Jaemin coincidentally made eye contact, and shades of pink quickly appeared across your cheeks. A few minutes ago you were cold, but now the room felt hot all of sudden.

“Pfft. Where did you guys get that idea?” You tried to brush them off. 

In response, Renjun rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to explain?”

“You’re constantly flirting and getting shy around each other,” Jeno started to list their reasoning with his fingers. “Jaemin only takes pictures of (Y/n) with his camera, and (Y/n) always chooses Jaemin when it comes to partner things for games or driving somewhere.”

Haechan held his hand toward the two of you, “You guys even sat next to each other!”

Neither would’ve realized that if Haechan hadn’t pointed that out. In a way, you both subconsciously gravitated toward one another. But you weren’t aware Jaemin was like that too.

Feeling quite overwhelmed by all of this, you quickly changed the topic to something else. But when you guys finally retired for the night, you couldn’t fall asleep. What the guys said earlier about you and Jaemin kept swimming through your head.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. You were surprised to see Jaemin there when you came in.

“You’re still awake?” You heard him ask. The darkness in the room made it slightly harder to see him. You nodded hesitantly and went over to stand by him behind the counter.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same.”

A short silence filled the void in between you. Things felt a little awkward now, after what happened earlier. Both of you were unsure of what to say.

“Do you really like me?” You worked up the courage to ask. It was a stupid question, that you probably shouldn’t have said anything.

Jaemin hesitated but to your surprise, he nodded. “Yeah, a lot actually. I have for a long time.”

Wow, and you were too afraid to be rejected by him. You didn’t think that he’d actually feel the same. All of sudden, your heart was beating super fast. It was almost as if you had been waiting for Jaemin to tell you those words. You could tell he was anxiously waiting for a response.

“I…like you too,” You mumbled, brushing a loose strand of your hair back.

Jaemin stared at you blankly for a few seconds, before placing a hand on his chest. 

“Whew, that’s a relief.”

You laughed lightly at his reaction. Jaemin smiled and reached his hand to your face but stopped before he could touch you.

“What is it?” You asked.

Jaemin lowered his head. “I want to kiss you. But I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, he was still being considerate and wanted your consent first. He was such a sweetheart.

“You can, if you want to,” You heard yourself say without thinking.

His ears perked up and the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. Then before Jaemin could regret it, he cupped half of your face and brought your lips to meet his. He was careful to make sure not to rush things. When he felt you were easing into the kiss, he placed his opposite hand on your waist.

The kiss was so tender and sweet. You broke away a few times, only to be pulled back in for more. He had your back gently pressed against the counter, as the only sound you could hear was your lips moving against one another. That was until you heard footsteps shuffling from the kitchen entrance.

Jaemin and you jumped off each other when you saw it was Haechan.

Haechan rolled his eyes, “Finally. But it’s kinda weird you guys are making out at two in the morning.”

While you hid your face in Jaemin’s chest, he threw his head back in annoyance.

“Aish…you ruined the moment, Haechan-ah!”

Haechan laughed and left the room. A little later when you recovered, Jaemin glanced down at you.

“So are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

You smiled shyly. “I guess so.”

Jaemin’s heart nearly exploded when you wrapped your arms around his torso and your head looked up toward him. He hugged you back and pressed a kiss against your hair.

The two of you couldn’t be happier than right now.

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[snucius]

Severus: You called me again, drunk in the Quidditch Pitch.

Lucius: Pfft! No, I didn't.

Severus: Riding your broom under the influence.

Narcissa: Lucius would never do that!

Lucius: See.

Severus: You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath.

Severus: 'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends.

Lucius: Whatever. Go away, half blooded creep.

Severus: I don't relate to you.

Lucius: Huh?

Severus: I don't relate to you, no.

Severus: 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty.

Lucius: Said the boy who starves himself.

Everyone: *chuckles*

Severus: You made me hate this city.

Rodolphus: Isn't that a little exaggerated?

Lucius: I told you he was an attention whore.

Severus: And I don't talk shit about you everywhere.

Severus: Never told anyone anything bad.

Bellatrix: As if there is one.

Lucius: Stop, this shit's embarrassing.

Severus: You were my everything.

Severus: And all that you did was make me fucking sad.

Lucius: So?

Lucius: Don't waste the time I don't have.

Lucius: And don't try to make me feel bad.

Severus: I could talk about every time that you showed up on time.

Severus: But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did.

Lucius: I don't need to. I'm a Malfoy, people wait for me.

Severus: Never paid any mind to my mother or friends.

Lucius: I didn't know you had any.

Severus: So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid.

Lucius: Really Snape? Get lost.

Severus: *sighs* You ruined everything good.

Lucius: Always said you were misunderstood.

Lucius: Made all my moments your own.

Severus: Just fucking leave me alone!

******

Pov: Lucius and Severus were lovers, but the fact that Lucius was always acting like a completely different person next to his friends ended their relationship. Now, since they broke up, Lucius has been acting like a complete dick. He's been calling Severus for a few nights and saying he wants to make up, but when Severus comes to talk about it during the day, he acts like it never happened because his friends are with him. After the same thing was repeated several times, Severus had enough and tried to confront Lucius in the courtyard.

#just wanted to do something happier than ever themed #I don't know which lucius i like more #the delicate lover one or the pureblood bastard one #i like mistreated sev that's for sure #but not like by the m*rauders ew #snucius #lucius malfoy #severus snape #harry potter #harry potter ships #lucius and severus #severus and lucius #lucius x severus #severus x lucius #lucius and snape #snape and lucius #lucius x snape #snape x lucius #professor snape #snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community #snape fandom #snapedom #snape lovers #snape love #snape quotes #incorrect hp quotes #snucius fanfiction

[psitanium-bong]

dumb thoughts: counselor trio playing mario party

Sasha

Usually mains Mario in the older Mario Party games.  Will play as Waluigi or even Dry Bones in the newer ones, though.

Calculates everything from where the dice roll will take him to whether or not to throw a mini game if he’s partnered with someone he doesn’t want having the 20 coins for the next star.  This gets him yelled at by Morry.  A lot.

Yes he is bringing 3D chess into your Mario Party.  He is That Guy.  Your actions will be accounted for and he will meticulously plan and reroute depending on how everyone else is playing.

Even if you are like two stars and a hundred coins ahead of everyone else, don’t get complacent.  Sasha will happily sit on a gold mushroom for nearly the whole game just to use it to come back and kill everyone on the last turn.

Milla

Mains Peach, because Peach is adorable and that’s a very cute dress!  Mains Daisy in the newer games.

Will actually try to trigger board events that benefit other players if she’s feeling sorry for them lmao because old school Mario Party is just brutal.

Is the mediator and group conscience by default when things get heated - and because it’s Mario Party they absolutely will, let’s be real.  Has used TK to rescue a thrown controller on more than one occasion.

 Goes into the game oh so unsure of whether or not she’ll be any good at these mini-games... ....only to surprise everyone by kicking an alarming amount of butt at them (especially the rhythm-based ones).  Underestimate at your own peril.

At least this means she makes a very good partner on the team-up mini-games!  :>

Morry

Mains Wario.  Because Luigi?  Pfft, not gonna main a stringbean like that.  Will also play as Yoshi on occasion.  Shut up, Nein, dinosaurs are MANLY.

There is a forever feud/rivalry between Sasha and Morry due to Sasha’s more calculating style and Morry just being 100% Done With Sasha’s BS. Sasha will absolutely throw a team-up mini game if Morry is only a few coins short of buying a star, or has just enough and is only one turn away from said star.

Morry, in turn, often steals Sasha’s coins or will absolutely steal one of his stars when he can pay for it.  This tends to foreshadow Sasha returning the favor and... well, you know.  Rinse, repeat. 

Play style is pretty straightforward.  Go around the board, get coins, buy stars if he can.  Has thrown a controller on occasion because Mario Party is 90% utter BS.

Is known to pressure their partner in a mini game, because “Think of all those coins on the line, soldier!!” which tends to have mixed results.  His motivational speaking could... use a little work.  Cough.

this has been dumb things i think about sometimes, i’ll see myself out

#headcanons #sasha nein #milla vodello #Morceau Oleander #this is why i shouldn't think tbh

[cheemken]

Do the other champion know that Cynthia is sharing a body with Satan himself? Or is that just a lil secret she has?

Also Iris and Hau have me laughing when I think about them in the villain champion AU. Cause like they’re evil, but they’re also teenagers. Like Iris will wake up, get ready for the day, kill someone shitting on Hau’s name, and then go play some video games with her friends when she’s done champion stuff. These two will strike fear into people one minute then go fuck around with friends the next

One last question, how would the champions be exposed for what they’re doing? Or is it already known and people just stay out of their way

Ohh,, ghm yknow I do wanna say that only Diantha knows abt Cynthia sharing a body w Giratina, mainly bc I do have this concept that the first champion meeting Cyn attended w Gira, Giratina sensed Yveltal w Diantha, and he's all "there's something about that human... Something familiar..."

"what do you mean?"

"Yveltal. That traitor."

And just jcmxnd ough yknow Dia and Cynthia by themselves at one of the summits maybe, the meeting just ended and hey maybe Gira, as Cynthia, asked for Diantha to stay a bit so they can talk, and ofc he's trying to sound like Cynthia, acting like he's also curious about the myths of Kalos, about the legendary Pokémon there

And imagine Diantha just giving him this smile, stands up from her seat and slowly approaches them, and Gira somewhat felt this icy cold fear when she came closer, pinning them to the wall, a hand on their neck, right at their pulse, "oh, darling," she softly says, hands on their cheek, thumb slowly guiding its way to their left eye, tracing over the scars, "do you honestly think you can fool me?" And she brushed away the hair hiding the left eye, revealing Giratina's eye, black vein like lines coming from the eye, "and do you honestly think you scare me?"

Gira growls at her, black tendrils emerging from their back, "you're merely human. I can kill you right now."

"so are you," she pressed on to the socket, her grip tight around their neck, and Gira can feel the pain, "so incredibly human. So incredibly fragile." She smiled at him, her eyes glowing bright, glowing like Yveltal's, "Cynthia won't let you do a thing, right, my darling?"

And while Gira's grip on Diantha's tightened, the tendrils began to disappear. Diantha nodded and leaned in, her grip loosened on their neck, "very good, Cynthia. You trained him well." And she finally lets go, giving one last look at them before she leaves, "oh, and Yveltal said it's nice seeing you again. He hopes there are no hard feelings, as he did what he had to do. Wouldn't you do the same?"

Cynthia and Giratina are left all alone, Cynthia's asking him a million fucking questions, and Giratina's there, wondering if Yveltal truly became powerful enough to have influenced that human, or perhaps there really was smth abt Diantha that just seemed... Powerful. Needless to say, Giratina insisted that she and Cynthia becomes close, if Diantha was that powerful to go up against a god, the God of the Distortion World no less, even without any Pokémon with her, then she'll be a valuable asset

And pfft yo fr tho the kids are vibing in the villain au hahaha like they legitimately killed a few people maybe Hau was still processing that bit, but Iris has a body count now man like fbdnn it's up there w Lance's body count it's insane, but then yknow she's like what, freshly 20 and her lil bro is just 15, ofc she's gonna be a bad influence in an actual sibling way too. Like they'd try to disobey Diantha and sleep till twelve just to play their games, and it's nice yknow bc even tho w all the shit going one, somehow they still found ways to be mundane w each other. The champions are all fucked up fr, but hey least they're fucked as a family—

Yknow w that tho since Cynthia is their enabler, imagine if these two also know about Gira and Cyn sharing a body. Imagine them at the rooftop of one of the leagues tho, trying to pull a prank from above, then shit happened and Iris and Hau are falling, and in her panic Cynthia used Gira's tendrils to catch them, pulling back up to the roof w her. Imagine Iris just "HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!"

"please don't tell the others but Giratina is kinda sharing my body so I kinda also have his powers too—"

"that's so cool!"

"...would I get powers too if I fuse with Kyurem—"

Ur honour they may be fucked up in the head but they still share one braincell and not even Gira is using it, he became an enabler too

Anyways w the last one,, I,, wanna say it's only Leon that was known, bc ofc he became somewhat of a tyrant in Galar, the same w Lance, how people know he actually has no trouble in downright killing someone who gets in his way, but the other champions?? I don't think they'd be exposed or anything bc they know how to hide things rather well, especially Diantha, and especially since she taught Iris and Hau how to mask their intentions. And like, yknow maybe the people of Galar and Kanto/Johto did call out for the other champions to try and help their own champions bc they're kinda terrified of them, and I want the others to be so reassuring to the people of Galar and Kanto/Johto that they will help Leon and Lance, that nothing bad will happen to them or to anyone, but really they just told Lance and Leon to be more discreet

And ofc, it worked, the people believed those lies, the people believed those fake smiles that Lance and Leon would give, and god the champions thought the people were so naive and pathetic, believing anything the most powerful trainers would tell them. But hey, guess that made things easier for em :)

#also yknow maybe #just maybe the others will find out abt gira and cyn sharing a body hahah #cause imagine cynthia saying 'the gods shall forsake thee' when someone eats her ice cream #and the others are all 'cynthia wont ever say that' 'yeah shed say fuck you' #i really love this au hahaha #like the concepts of it are cool hahah #theyre all a bunch of killers but theyre also ✨found family✨ #but also the ANGST #imagine the angst fndmnd #like the ones w family too imagine how their fams would react to all that shit yknow fnmdnd #villain champions au #pokemon champions #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

[moclery]

Downton Abbey: A New Era

I went to see the movie tonight with a friend and my niece. I was not spoiler free...they were. We had fun and thankfully had comfortable seats and a moderately full theater. There were parts where everyone was laughing so hard that we all missed a bit of the next lines. The bits with Carson and his huffing and grumbling and his being sick on the boat got loud laughter from everyone.

My thoughts on the movie are behind a read more because it's a very long post and very spoiler heavy. I just did what I used to do when doing a reaction post to a new episode of the series. Again, very spoiler heavy so don't read more if you don't want to be very spoiled.

-The Violet is going to die at some point in the movie foreshadowing was a times very heavy handed, at other times done just right. She had some really good zingers. Denker was blessedly not as annoying...probably because freaking Spratt was nowhere to be found (thank goodness!). I think I enjoyed the Violet/Isobel scenes the most. It was extremely odd to have little to no interaction between Violet and Rosamund. Why the frell was she even in the movie? She was sort of just a blob taking up space. I'm very happy that they didn't forget Prince Kuragin, which from watching the trailers, I had begun to suspect they had. Violet's death at the end was very well done. The family, the servants, the villagers all lined up...very fitting for the character. Since I wasn't spoiler free, I was one of the very few not crying. Of course, I've long suspected that Violet dying was how JF convinced Dame Maggie to do the DA movie in the first place all the way back to DA movie one.

-Tom and Lucy getting married to start the movie off was nice, though I had twinges of annoyance at the fact that we missed a lot of their courtship. From dancing in the last movie to marriage in the next...oh well. It was a beautiful wedding, though it did make me miss Sybil. Not seeing much interaction between Sybie (uff, I know...two bees...pfft) and Lucy kind of leaves one to wonder just how well they get along. I love that Tom hasn't changed from his views on not doing anything and just living off the money of the family...or in this case, his wife's inheritance and his daughter's. The new baby sure was...quick. Honeymoon baby I suppose...

-Carson and Hughes...ugh. I loved hearing her say Charlie, but seriously? No touching...of any sort? It was hilarious hearing her comments and their sparing, just like old times, but they're married now. Surely she would have at least kissed his cheek to tell him goodbye before he left for France for who knows how long. They were more like they were as butler and housekeeper than a married couple (but that's sort of the way it's been mostly in everything since just shortly after their marriage...ugh). The scene in the bedroom...bahaha! I'm guessing he'd just read about escargot lol Elsie huffing and turning over was funny, but again...would it have killed them to let her at least kiss him goodnight? Good grief. Do British couples not kiss at all? (I'm being sarcastic...) When they suggested using the servants as extras...the whole theater busted out with, "Oh no!" and then cracked up. I was cracking up over Elsie volunteering Charles. She sent him off to France to get him away from it, then she volunteers him to be in it...and sitting at the lord of the house's table at that! When Carson reacted to Violet dying...couldn't they have at least let Elsie squeeze his shoulder? She did more when Sybil died than she did this time.

-Dr. Clarkson...it was good to see him and hear him, though the reason for him being there just seemed unnecessary. I wish he'd had more to do. Oh well...at least he was there for a little bit. I'm glad he was there at the end with/for the family.

-Andrew/Daisy - they're cute together, but...what's with the crap with Andrew and Mr. Mason? Am I remembering wrong? Didn't Mr. Mason like Andrew and get on with him in the series? Wasn't he okay with Daisy and Andrew? I was confused by that whole mess. I get that they were setting up Mr. Mason living with Mrs. Patmore, but...seriously?

-Thomas, well...anyone that's followed me for a while knows I don't like the character, but I will say that it was nice to see him be less...whatever...in this movie. He was calmer, I guess. Maybe it was supposed to be sadness over the letter, but it just seemed like he'd calmed down.

-Bates and Anna - another couple that seemed to be more just friends that flirted than a married couple with a small child. Again, no kiss when he was leaving. Why? I get that the movie was filmed under 'conditions' but still...it was just strange. I like how neither Bates, nor Anna, made Daisy feel stupid for her starry eyed reaction, and that Bates told her Anna would make sure Daisy got to meet the actress. That was very sweet of him.

-Mrs. Patmore was her usually snarky self and I loved it. Her and Mr. Mason...well, it was a bit forced. I know I should be happy, but...it was just...forced. When she brought out the flask during the servants as extras scene, I laughed and told my friend that Mrs. Patmore and Mr. Mason were going to wind up drunk if they had to film the scene more than once lol

-Robert and Cora - Cora's health scare...I mean...did we really need it? Wasn't Violet dying enough? I felt for Robert and understood his anger at Cora for not telling him. Montmirail was very presumptuous, and so was Violet's family. If I remember correctly, wasn't Isobel the only one that knew the whole truth about Prince Kuragin and Violet? So, why did the whole of the family just go along with it that Violet had an affair? And Robert, dear, you were legally born as a Crawley, you've lived the whole of your life as a Crawley, so at this late date...you're a Crawley. Thankfully, he was biologically a Crawley in the end. It would have been too much for Violet to have gone 'that' far.

-Isobel - I'm leaving off the Dickie-bird because well...ugh. Anyway, I loved how confused she was by Violet's asking her to go through her things. I also loved that Isobel was, as she had become in the series, Violet's confidant. Violet said it...she knew that she could trust Isobel to be truthful, always. And ugh my heart strings, when Isobel promised to make sure George remembered Violet. They really were great friends, sparring and sniping and all.

-Mary and the absent Henry - I mean...whatever. She's definitely mellowed and grown up. The old Mary, contrary to what she said, would have most definitely thought of herself and had the affair. It was funny that she was dragged into being the voice of the starlet, but...how is that going to work when said starlet doesn't sound like that for the next movie? Hello lol And yes, I know...they did that sort of thing a lot back then (mostly for singing) but the voice actress was always well, one...an actress used for the voiceover...and two, always there again to be used for the next movie lol It was nice seeing her being nice to Edith...definitely grown up.

-Bertie and Edith - Well...for starters, I was beginning to think the expected baby from the last film was going to just be ignored in this one. I guess he sort of was as we only got one mention of him in passing. Didn't get to see him...got to see Tom and Lucy's baby...uh okay. I like that they had Edith going back to her writing/journalism. That was something that gave her a sense of self worth. I'm glad that Bertie was supportive. I was afraid they were going to go with him not liking it and being angry about it. I'm just happy that Edith is so happy.

-Molesley and Baxter...I love that Molesley wasn't made fun of, though they did get a laugh at him interrupting the scene. That was hilarious. They finally let him be really good at something other than teaching and gave him all of his dreams. Him proposing to Baxter...and everyone hearing...lol So Molesley. I loved it. I'm so glad they both got what they wanted. She deserves to be happy just as he does.

-All the rest...we'll start with the new footman. Uh...bump on a log? That's sort of what he came across as. Geez. The actress...what a looloo. I'm glad that Daisy was able to get through to her and calm her down. That voice though...lol And Bertie's slip up about it...bahaha! The actor...everyone busted out laughing at his last name. Thomas was right...definitely a good choice changing it. The director...I'm glad he gave Molesley the chance and didn't just blow him off as happened so many times in the series. Denker - she's much better without Spratt. I actually liked her in this movie. And Violet's last line being to Denker...soooo Violet. One last zinger lol The widow...I mean...I get it, but at the same time, not really. The man put the villa in Violet's name long before the wife was ever in the picture, and she has all sorts of other property...why be so adamant about the villa as if it's your only home and you're being put out without anywhere to go? Maybe she knew that he never loved her, I get that too, but still...that was a long time ago and a very long time to hold a grudge against a woman you never met.

#da spoilers #Downton Abbey: A New Era spoilers #spoilers are detailed #spoilers are my thoughts on the movie

[starprincessval]

Petals of a Lily Pt. 1

Lily holds her arm out as they walk down the corridor, leaving a chalk line behind them. Kaitlyn glances at Lily.

K: That’s good. When we need to leave, if we keep the chalk on our right, we’ll know we're heading toward the exit. How much chalk do you have left?

Lily reaches into her dress and pulls out a handful of sticks of chalk.

K: Ok. If you get low, we’ll buy more when we get back to town, okay?

L: Okay.

K: Some of the bigger cities even have different colors. Would that make you happy? Having more colors?

L: Yes.

Kaitlyn smiles.

K: It wouldn’t kill you to show some kind of emotion occasionally, you know.

L: Is that what you want me to do?

Kaitlyn looks taken aback.

K: No, unless you want to. I just mean you can show how you feel sometimes.

L: I always show how I feel.

Kaitlyn sighs.

K: Come on, let's finish up here. I’ll buy you meatballs tonight for dinner.

Lily begins to skip as she walks.

K: Pfft… That gets you going.

They turn a corner and walk for a few more minutes when Lily suddenly stops. Kaitlyn draws her shield and begins peering in the darkness ahead of them.

K: Where are they? I can’t see anything.

L:...

A sudden whistling fills the air as an arrow flies toward Kaitlyn. Her shield is up in time, but Lily intercepts the arrow and snaps it in her hand. Kaitlyn picks up the top of the arrow and examines it.

K: Get behind me. The broad tips of the arrows won’t pierce my chai-

Another arrow flies forward and sinks itself into Kaitlyn's shoulder.

K: Agh! Damnit, unless they remove the heads!

Lily takes off into the darkness ahead of Kaitlyn.

K: Lily! Wait! Ah, Hells!

Kaitlyn runs after her. Ahead of her, in the darkness the sounds of fighting fill the air. Kaitlyn removes a torch from her bag and lights it with the flint and steel hanging from her belt. As light fills the tunnel, Lily stands among four small reptilian creatures who are lying on the ground in various states. Kaitlyn drops the torch on the ground and tosses Lily a dagger.

K: Make sure they're dead.

Kaitlyn crushes the skull of one with her warhammer as it crawls away from her. Lily stabs another multiple times, it regaining consciousness only long enough to let out a death rattle. After a few moments, all the creatures are dead. Kaitlyn lets out a sigh of relief.

K: You okay?

L: I’m fine. What about your shoulder?

Lily walks over and touches where the arrow is sticking out.

K: It's fine. It didn’t go that deep.

Kaitlyn rips the arrow from her shoulder and tosses it on the ground.

K: See? A little rest and it’ll be fine.

Kaitlyn surveys the dead bodies.

K: So if we killed four here and seven earlier, how many have we killed?

Lily thinks for a moment.

L: Seventeen?

K: Hells sakes kid, are you even trying?

L: Sorry, mom.

K: Not your mom, kid. Come on, there should be at least three more. Then we can get out of here. Let’s go find where you left off the chalk line.

An hour later Kaitlyn and Lily walk down the road toward town. They are both covered in dirt, blood, and sweat. Lily skips and dances, spinning in circles, and stopping to pick flowers occasionally, which she hands to Kaitlyn. A cart approaches, heading the way they’re going. Kaitlyn holds out a hand and waves them down.

K: Excuse me, are you heading into town?

F: I am, what of it?

K: Can I offer you a gold piece to ride in your wagon? It’s just me and my ward. The edge of town will be fine.

F: Alright then, get on.

Kaitlyn walks to the back of the wagon and hefts her pack down next to the hay. She takes a seat and lays back resting against the straw pile.

K: Lily. Come on.

Lily leaps into the back of the cart and stands behind the driver, looking out at the road that lies ahead of them. The driver whips the reins and the cart continues on its way.

#fiction #fantasy #writers on tumblr #female writers

[exsgttibbs]

Saturday, November 5 ~~ Family Ties One-Shot

September, 2018

Tibbs wasn’t sure why he had suggested it. He tried not to go home if he could help it - that house never changed, not once in 40 years, at least not to his knowledge. The house stood still whilst the world changed around it, the flowers withering and being replanted in the beds beneath the bay window, the colour of the fence fading and being repainted, summer after summer. The inside of the house was like stepping through a wormhole to the early 80s. And the longer Tibbs stayed away from home, the more his memories of it seemed to come into focus - how domineering and downright cruel his father had been sometimes, how subdued and quiet his mother had been. How his childhood had been largely lonely in the way all childhoods were when your father kept you on a short leash.

Maybe he just didn’t want to subject his daughter to that. They’d visit home, some time. But for now, the zoo seemed a better option.

They had decided to meet next to the tigers, just inside the park. He probably should’ve just arranged to meet his mother and his Aunt Winona at the entrance, because it took a good fifteen minutes to drag Tibby away from the gorillas on their way further into the zoo; Tibbs gave his mother an apologetic smile as they approached. 

“Oh my god!” Tibby yelled, all but pressing her nose up against the glass. “Look at him!”

There was a tiger right in front of them, on a log in the middle of a lake. Its tail lashed the water, flickering back and forth. 

“That’s a girl, actually.” Aunt Winnie pointed out. “Her name is Gaysha.”

“How do you know?” Tibby asked, not looking away from the tiger, though her head tilted as she tried to look for the differences. 

“Her front paws are smaller.” Winnie said. “Look - they’re dainty. Her tail, too. The boys have big, stupid looking paws. To match their big, stupid looking heads.”

“Tabitha,” Tibbs interrupted. “This is your Aunt Winona. And your, um–”

“My name’s Lydia.” His mother interrupted, stepping forward until she was almost as close to the glass as Tabitha was. “But you can call me Granny, if you like.”

Tibby did look away, then. She looked from her grandmother to her father and back again. “Can I stick with Lydia for now?”

“Of course you can.” His mother nodded. She didn’t seem hurt, or offended, which Tibbs was glad of; the last thing he wanted was anyone getting upset. Partly why he’d chosen a public place - no one wanted to make a scene. Well. His mother would never dream of it. Tabitha, on the other hand... “That’s the male there now, look.” Lydia said, pointing to a tiger as it creeped through the reeds by the lake. “His name is Asim.”

Aunt Winnie had stepped back, giving Lydia and Tabitha some space. She looked him up and down for a moment, the lines around her mouth furrowing deeper as she pursed her lips.

“You’ve gained weight.” She said.

“I was recently paralysed from the waist down.” He reminded her. “It’ll do that to you.”

“Pfft,” Winnie smacked him gently on the shoulder. “That was years ago. You’re fine now! And anyways, I never said it was a bad thing; you used to look like a strong breeze would blow you over.”

“Can we go see the tapirs now?" Tibby asked, turning around to look at her father. "I really wanna go see the tapirs. They have a baby one! Did you know the baby ones are stripy?"

"I didn't know that." Tibbs told her. Did he even know what a tapir was? "Come on, then."

He hung back, letting his mother and his daughter walk a few steps ahead. “You know, your father hasn’t told me much about you.” Lydia said, looking down at Tabitha. 

“Well, he’s not very talkative,” Tibby pointed out, eyebrows arching. She looked so much like Ambrosia when she did that. “You should’ve been in the car on the way over, the guy on the radio said more than he did.”

Winnie snorted softly. “Not much changed there, then.”

“My name is Tabitha,” Tibby began. “But pretty much everyone calls me Tibby. I’m ten, and I’ve got an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. I’m the oldest girl, though. I want to be an astronaut when I’m older.”

“An astronaut,” Lydia said softly, eyebrows arching.

“Yeah. Well, maybe. Or a zoo keeper. Something cool, anyways.”

“Not a doctor, like your dad?” Winnie asked. 

Tibby shrugged her shoulders, glancing back at Tibbs again. “Maybe if he told me about it more I’d be more interested.”

“It’s not child-friendly.” He reminded her.

“I’m not a child!” She huffed.

“He’ll tell you everything when you’re older, I’m sure,” Lydia interjected, calming the situation as she so often did. 

Not that it mattered; Tabitha spotted the baby tapir up ahead and ran off, ignoring her father’s pleas for her to stay where he could see her. They went from the tapirs to the llamas, and then to the coatis, the lions, the servals. The hippos were a big hit - they stood there for a full twenty minutes, watching their stubby legs kick beneath the surface of the water, Winnie trying to get across to Tabitha that they were terifying predators, not just funny big round things. 

"How do you know all this?" Tibby asked, looking up at Winnie.

"I used to work here." Winona said. "As a keeper." She lowered her voice, glancing around furtively. "I used to sneak your dad in here all the time."

“Woah.” Tibby murmured. Tibbs, admittedly, had forgotten all about it until Winona reminded him of it - it was a lot different to the zoo now, of course, but he could still see it in his mind. Guy the Gorilla, sitting in his enclosure, pounding his chest when anyone got too close to the glass; the bears scratching their backs against the trees in their enclosure before lumbering off in search of a nap; and his auntie, in overalls that smelled distinctly of straw and animal fur, sneaking him in through the staff entrance and telling him to meet her by the elephant enclosure in forty five minutes, so they could go and get lunch together on her break. Tibbs might’ve been kept on a short leash when he was a boy, but every so often he managed to wriggle out of it.

They left the hippos after that, making their way to the monkey enclosure.

"She's wonderful," Lydia said, bringing Tibbs back to the present. 

Tibbs looked at his mother. She smiled softly. "Nothing like you at that age, of course - you were so serious all of the time. Barely a child at all. I used to worry about you, you know."

"I know." He murmured.

Lydia patted his arm gently. "She looks a lot like you, though. Goodness, that hair."

"She gets that from you." He pointed out. His mothers hair had long since faded to grey, but he remembered when she was younger, the warmth of her red hair. He had never been able to lose her - he just looked in the crowd for the shock of bright summer sunset against the crowd and he knew where to run to. 

"Is she staying the weekend with you?” 

“No, she’s going home tonight,” Tibbs said. He only had her for the day - he had to be back at work tomorrow.

“Oh,” Lydia murmured. “So you’ll not be staying for dinner, then.”

Tibbs felt a pang of guilt. He didn’t see his mother as often as he should, he knew that, and since his father died she spent a lot of time on her own. Aunt Winnie spent a fair bit of time there since she retired, but Tibbs knew he should see his mother more often than he did. 

“I have her in three weeks time, for the whole weekend. You could… come over. Stay as well. There’s room.”

There wasn’t. He would need to sleep on the sofa, but that was fine. He would cope. When he looked at his mother again her eyes had a sheen to them, tears threatening to spill over even as she smiled. 

“I would like that.” She nodded.

“I’ll be collecting Tibby anyways,” He said. “I could pick you up.”

Lydia twined her arm around his, patting his forearm gently. “I would appreciate that.”

“Woah–” Tibby’s voice cut across them. “Are they doing what I think they’re doing?”

“If the zoo announces a new baby lemur in four months time just remember, you saw it first.” Winnie snickered. 

Lydia looked at Tibbs, eyebrows arching. “Lunchtime?”

“I think so.” He agreed, putting a hand on Tibby’s shoulder to lead her towards the café.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimobee #i changed the premise of this about 17 times so if anything seems weird no it doesnt #also for the record asim and gayesha had babies earlier this year #theyre very cute #( journal. )

[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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[kenmolly]

can i request headcanons or a scenario with chuuya and how he would feel if there was new worker in the pm and they get partnered up with the reader and like a few weeks later everybody starts shipping them because they’re relationship is like soukoku. i understand if this is too much i spent 10 minutes trying to explain it the best i can if its too much feel free to ignore me<3

𝄰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤᎓ Nakahara Chuuya x gn!reader

𝄰 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢᎓ fluff, crack ‹3

𝄰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤᎓ non proofread so ignore any stupid mistakes please

𝄰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢᎓ i need ya'll to stop feeling sorry for sending in requests :rage: i'm grateful that all of you send in your ideas! i'd never ignore them and will definitely work on them! anyways thanks for the request!! thank you for spending time to make the request clear, many loves <33

─ so one day in the pm meeting, you spot a new face in the office. 'maybe it's just a new subordinate, nothing special' you thought as you continue to talk with your fiancé; chuuya. all of you greeted mori once he entered as he starts the meeting by announcing something.

─ he announced that there will be a new worker, and will be your partner from now on. none of you had objections. you were pretty excited since, new partner = new friend to hang around with. chuuya didn't really mind it, since it's just a working partner, it wouldn't hurt. well, that what he thought.

─ you and chuuya kept your relationship semi-private, only close people know about it. the both of you would always bicker at work, so most of the subordinates would sometimes try to keep you two as far away as possible- but only sometimes since chuuya's scary to them.

─ right after the meeting, you have your first mission with your new partner. your fiancé waved you off as you jogged to your new partner excitedly, waving and smiling at him. you could see that he's actually quite excited too- but, he was quite shy.

─ bringing your cheerful side out, you led him to the transportation while showering him with lots of questions. his name's kaishu (凯殊), originally from china; he came to japan just to join this mafia. of course, that brought up your curiosity to him. the both of you entered the assigned car as you immediately go into serious mode. guess that's just how you are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

─ weeks and months passed and lots of people shipped you two so fucking much. some would even fangirl/fanboy from the littlest contact between you and kaishu. of course chuuya knows about this, he's so annoyed about it too.

─ he'd always try to push the feeling about revealing your relationship away, but something just has to make the desire stronger.

─ if he's around when you and kaishu hang out, he'd definitely have his arm around your waist or holding your hand. he'd show you affection ESPECIALLY when your mission partner is looking. (he doesn't normally do this but, what could he do?)

─ sometimes he'd even purposely keep you occupied if he knows that you have plans with kaishu later on

─ if some subordinates talk about you and kaishu, it's definitely shut their fucking mouth up. mood ruined easily haha- anyways, he'd give a reason saying that it's distracting him from work, they're just being annoying.

─ but he knows that you would never leave him. i mean, you always mention kaishu as your brother so like- how??

─ but it just annoys him so much when you seem so much more cheerful around him at work- PLUS everyone talking and shipping the both of you

─ until one day his line just breaks, he decides to reveal your relationship

─ but he doesn't tell you it cuz he knows you'll make it a big deal 🙄

─ so next day at work, he places his arm around your arm as you both walk into the pm hall, while you're just too busy with your phone ykyk

─ eyes were all on you both, you finally look up from your phone after feeling those stares that could literally pierce through your body

─ "what?" you look at them, raising an eyebrow still unaware of the situation. 'pfft, this clueless fucker istg' chuuya thought as he holds back a chuckle

─ "good morning si- sis? why is chuuya's arm on your-"

─ "HUH? OH W-WAIT UHM, WHAT? WHEN THE FUCK-"

─ "chill the fuck out my dear; i'm gonna reveal our relationship to everyone, what do you think?" you shot your fiancé a confused look, but your body refused to push him away. well, your brain doesn't want this, but does your heart want it? yuh, ofc

─ so you just let chuuya announce your relationship to everyone, your head hung low to hide your burning face. you could literally hear the smugness in his voice when he hears someone gasp and whisper about stuff to their friend or wtv

─ so kaishu rushed to your side, his eyes being as bright as ever as he shakes you like two girl besties does when something happens to either one of them

─ "why didn't you tell me about this?!! especially when you're engaged too!"

─ "stOP SHAKING ME- I'm gonna puke all over your face if you continue" kaishu apologized and continued to ask you a ton of questions. oh how the tables have turned

─ you can say that chuuya felt pretty happy after that, especially when people actually respect your relationship

─ from that day on, expect him to hold your hand every day when you're heading to work together cuz he just loves the attention

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