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enigmasalad · 4 years

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Weddings Are Great And All But My Mom Wants You Over For Dinner Tonight

It has been a boring day so far. Deceit was currently typing away on his fifth laptop (his personal one cause the other four are for his “business”). Remus had gotten a last-minute contract from a rather entitled older man who wanted one of his nephews or something killed. So here Deceit was, alone, bored and totally enjoying his day off. And even though he had just planned a “vacation” for them, he couldn’t get rid of the sappy loneliness in his chest. He groaned and shut his laptop because he needed a nap.

He went to their bedroom, a relaxed form of exhaustion seeping into his limbs once he entered the room. He turned his head to where Jekyll and Hyde were. The twin-headed snake was taking a nap after a rather indulgent lunch. Deceit smiled softly at the sweet creature before falling back onto the bed with his arms spread out. As he shut his eyes, he let his mind become passive, letting each thought come and go. With each thought he slowly drifted to that state between consciousness and sleep.

He didn’t know how long he was in this state, but he did know that he was now more on the conscious side. A soft, fond smile graced his lips before he even thought about it. “Hello Remus. How was the hunt today?” he asked.

Just as he thought, an uneven pitched giggle revealed that the crazed man was indeed there. Deceit opened his eyes to meet wide green eyes that were filled with a mischievous joy, the kind of joy a child who stole a toy from a person they didn’t like had. “Boo! I thought I could surprise you this time!” Remus laughed.

“Were you about to jump on me or something?” Deceit asked, raising a brow.

“Yep! You looked so peaceful I thought it would be funny to startle you!”

Remus crawled into bed, still in his lightly bloodied clothes and curled up by Deceit’s side. Deceit moved one of his gloved hands to Remus’s hair and gently scratched the man’s head. Remus let out a low, relaxed noise and snuggled closer.

“Turns out the whole family was in on the kill. They gave me a large tip for not getting the floors bloody!”

Remus paused before laughing.

“Heh! Large tip! Heh heh!”

Deceit rolled his eyes but smiled none the less at the crude joke. He gave a kiss to Remus’s head. Remus perked up and went to go kiss Deceit. Deceit moved his free had to Remus’s mouth to block the kiss.

“Did you dispose of the body?” Deceit asked.

Remus huffed and pouted.

“I did!” “Remus.”

Remus sighed and slumped a little.

“I did not eat the body this time.”

Silence.

“Or anything else from the crime scene.”

“Good boy.” Deceit softly praised.

Remus grinned as Deceit removed his hand and kissed him. Remus immediately and eagerly kissed back. And as usual Remus had to make the kiss filthy the second his lips met Deceit’s. They kissed for a while, enjoying each other’s presence. When they split Deceit decided to tell Remus the news.

“I arranged our little vacation.” Remus grinned and wiggled excitedly, moving Dee with him a little.

“Oh fun! Oh, we can use the blood money to get some things for the trip! Like toys! You know I love take two Ds at once!”

“Damn it Remus.”

——-

“Roman get out of the kitchen.” “What? I just wanted to see what you’re doing! It smells good in here!” “Roman get out of the fucking kitchen I swear to go-don’t touch that!”

“Ow!”

Roman huffed and held the hand Virgil whacked with a wooden spoon. Virgil glared at him and pointed the spoon at him. “Fine, fine! I’ll just go to Patton’s side of the kitchen!” Roman pouted and quickly moved over to where Patton was mixing batter.

Patton giggled as Roman hugged him from behind and peppered his neck and cheek in quick kisses. Roman smiled and looked at where Virgil was making fresh pasta dough.

“You could have this too, but you whacked me with a spoon! Also why are you making fresh pasta when we bought the quick pasta?” Roman had to ask.

Virgil looked at Roman with a deadpan look, stopping the pasta dough making process.

“I’m half Italian Roman. You fucking know this.” He said

“Well sorry for asking. Just figured with the time constraint you put on

Patton laughed again, interrupting

“Your mom makes the best pasta so I’m glad we’re having her recipe!” he praised.

Roman grinned as Virgil blushed and ducked his head down. The argumentative tension instantly vanished. Patton had that kind of amazing power.

“Anyways dear heart, what are you making?” Roman asked Patton, swaying them both gently.

“I asked Imaj what we should have for dessert this time and he asked if we could have brownies tonight so Im making brownies!” Patton replied before tasting the batter.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Virgil said while smiling a little.

The Petrovs love pasta and brownies more than life itself.

Patton and Roman chatted, Virgil putting his input every now and then. They talked about how Ginerva and Rosita were at the store, wondering what they were getting there. Patton brought up how excited his boss, Adam, accepted to come as Patton’s father to the wedding. Adam was Patton’s boss, but the southern man from the Lone Star State was the closest thing to an actual father Patton had. Plus, he paid for Patton’s top surgery out of his own pocket without asking for anything back, so the definitely liked him.

Plus he threatened to shoot them if they ever hurt Patton so..

“Is there anything I can help with?” Roman asked, mainly because he was bored

“No.” “Not really but I’ll let you know!”

Roman placed a kiss on Patton’s cheek before rushing to Virgil and kissing his cheek. He ran out of the kitchen with a laugh as he heard Virgil sputter and went into the living room where Logan was sitting on the couch talking to Missy while Imaj sat near the corner with his ukulele and sheet music.

“-used the blood eagle torture method to sacrifice to Odin and also get rid of people who have no honor in their lives.” Missy was rambling, probably about Vikings.

“You are very knowledgeable about Vikings in..many aspects Missy.” Logan attempted to praise.

It was a little awkward on how it came out but it made the irritable girl grin widely with pride. She pushed her Viking helmet up so it wouldn’t slide over her eyes.

“Well duh.” Is all Missy had to say.

“Hello Tiny! Teaching Logan about Vikings again?” Roman greeted.

Just like that, her smile turned back to her usual irritated frowny face.

“Don’t call me tiny! Im going to rule the freakin world one day! Im not small!” She said, which only made Roman laugh fondly.

He remembered when he had given Missy the nickname. She leapt off the couch and headbutted him in the gut so hard he curled up on the ground. Good..weird...good times.

“And how are you right now Imaj? Still practicing?” Roman asked.

Imaj startled upon hearing his name but he looked at Roman with a soft smile.

“Mhm. I think I got it this time.” He answered quietly.

“Good! Will you be playing it for us sometime soon?”

Just like that, the young teen squeaked with embarrassment and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head.

“Nooooo..” he quietly whined.

“Alright, alright don’t disappear on me. I’ll leave you alone.”

Roman sat down next to Logan and wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders, pulling the nerd closer.

“And how are you my pocket protector?” Roman asked. “I am well as I can be.” Logan replied.

Ah, Logan was nervous cause this was his first actual family dinner (and the first family dinner they’ve had since all four of them got together). It’s taken him a while to work up to this moment, but they were so proud of him.

Still didn’t mean Logan wasn’t nervous about it.

“You’ll be fine mi amor. You know mama and Mrs. Ginerva love you.” Roman reassured.

“I know this, they’ve made it very apparent.” Logan said with a faint hint of a smile.

Roman smiled and leaned in to give Logan a kiss. Logan huffed a laugh and met Roman the rest of the way.

“VIRGIL YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE BEING GROSS.”

The two men were startled by Missy’s loud shouting.

“I can’t help you right now! Cooking food!” Virgil called back.

“BUT ITS GROSS.” “You’re gross!” “NO YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE GROSS.”

Patton came in, apron gone, and hands washed which meant the brownies were probably in the oven.

“What’s this about being gross kiddo?” he asked. “They’re kissing!” Missy huffed.

“Kissing!” Patton faked a gasp.

Missy nodded and crossed her arms grumpily. Roman watched as Patton came over and put his hands on his hips and gave a disappointed look.

“Boys Im shocked at your behavior. How dare you be kissing-“ Patton then grinned widely. “Without me!” With that Roman’s arms were full of his bubby, kind boyfriend and Logan’s lips were being kissed by said boyfriend. Roman laughed as Missy let out a shriek and stomped to the kitchen. Soon Patton was kissing all over his face to, each kiss slightly ticklish and with an audible “mwah!” sound. They could hear Virgil chuckle from the kitchen. Logan was smiling softly, more relaxed with the ones he cares about near. Patton got up and sat next to the other side of Logan and held his hand tightly.

“I’m happy we’re doing this. I’ve had family dinners before but..they lacked warmth.” Patton admitted.

“That’s one thing our family doesn’t lack is warmth.” Roman said with a grin. “Indeed. You and Virgil have…exceptional mothers.” Logan agreed.

Roman grinned and wrapped around Logan’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t just meaning them my iridescent nebula. You both are part of this family too now.”

“Awwww Roman!!!” Patton squealed.

The sound of the front door opening interrupted anything else that could have been said.

“Booooooys! Missy! We’re hoooome!” Roman’s mother, Rosita sing-songed

“Hi Miss Rosita! Hi Miss Ginerva!” Patton called back.

Rosita giggled and came into the living room.

“Dawww I hope you weren’t mentally scarring poor little Imaj over there.” She said.

Oh shit Imaj has just been sitting there quietly. The thing about that kid besides having almost crippling anxiety is he could disappear from people’s view despite being there.

“Don’t worry Rosita. I don’t mind.” Imaj softly said with a smile. “This is why you’re my favorite.” Roman said.

Immediately there was a loud, high pitched angry “WHAT?” from the kitchen.

Rosita grinned and bent down to kiss Patton’s cheeks, the usual greeting she gives loved ones. Patton giggled and held onto her arms as she went “Mwah!” with the two kisses. She then bent down and did the same to Logan. His face went red as Roman’s varsity jacket, but he sat still and allowed her to do so, because he honestly didn’t hate it. He’s never had any form of parental love and he once admitted he liked the affection the mothers gave him.

“I’m so glad you both are here today. Our first dinner as a whole family!” Rosita cheerily said.

Roman grinned at his loves. They looked happy. Things were normal. This family was normal.

“Well hello my dears. Patton, thank you for making dessert.” Virgil’s mother, Ginerva said as she too entered the living room, holding two rather thick books in her hands.

“It’s no problem! I love baking! Plus, a meal isn’t complete without a sweet!” Patton said.

Ginerva smiled. Then she held up the book with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Would you like to see some baby pictures after dinner?” she asked.

“Oh my gosh YES!” Patton squealed.

“Absolutely.” Logan agreed, his own grin on his face.

Roman gulped.

Maybe this was a horrible idea.

———-

“Going to the sex store~ We’re going to the sex store~” Remus sang, unashamed as they walked through the mall.

People glared at them as Remus walked next to Deceit, arms swinging back and forth happily. Deceit has once thought maybe he should stop Remus. Here’s the thing though.

He didn’t give a fuck.

These poor bastards can deal with Remus happily singing the lewdest things for a small portion of their lives, even if they weren’t going to the sex store.

A mother gasped, offended and covered her child’s ears.

“Shame on you!” she shrilled.

Deceit flipped her off with both of his hands while Remus held his index finger and middle finger in a V formation in front of his mouth, wiggling his tongue in between the fingers with a wicked grin. The mother shrieked in horror.

Deceit laughed as they left her. However, Remus grabbed his wrist and yanked him back to where Remus was.

“I want that.” Remus said, pointing into an arcade.

Inside the arcade was a claw machine with many stuffed animals. On top of the animal pile was a plush green octopus with tiny black eyes.

“I’m not wasting my money on a rigged game,” Deceit said.

“But Deeeeeeee!” Remus whined.

“that’s why I’m not going to.” Deceit continued, holding up a wallet that totally was his.

Remus grinned widely and held Deceit’s hand as they planned to spend every pound of an asshole’s money.

————

Dinner was good, as usual. Virgil was a phenomenal cook and every dish he made was some of the best Roman’s had (he wont tell mama that though). He blushed as they complimented him.

“This is yummy! What is this called again?” Patton asked.

“Bucatini all’Amatriciana. It’s nothing.” Virgil replied, eyes averted and blush on cheeks.

“I have no idea how to pronounce that but I love it! Logan loves it! Roman does too!”

Roman will deny he was shoveling the pasta into his mouth messily ‘til the day he dies. It never happened. No way. Thankfully he wasn’t the only messy eater in the family, for Missy was doing the same thing, but messier.

“You did good. I’m proud of you.” Ginerva praised with a soft smile.

“Whatever.” Virgil said, faint smile on his face at his mother’s praise.

“So how is the wedding coming along?” Rosita asked with a smile. “We found a venue. It has a garden area that looked rather appealing to us so we’re planning the ceremony will be there. The reception will be inside.” Logan found himself effortlessly saying to Rosita.

Roman was so proud of him and judging by Virgil and Patton’s smiles they felt the same.

Imaj smiled, looking a bit excited at all this wedding talk.

“I like gardens. They’re quiet and yet they’re lively.” He said, his approval and delight making the four men internally sigh in relief.

“Fuck gardens.” Missy grumbled as she stuffed pasta in her mouth.

“Marietta Ursa Petrov, you will not swear at this table. Do it again and you’ll be grounded.” Ginerva warned sternly

Missy huffed but nodded, shoving more pasta to get everyone’s eyes off her. Ginerva turned to Virgil with stern eyes as well.

“You too Mister. I know what a mouth you have.” “Yes mom.”

Roman snickered at the scolding.

“Oh! Remy got us measured for our wedding outfits a few weeks ago!” Patton cheerily said, changing the topic.

“Im so jealous of you boys. Friends with a famous fashion designer and won’t even get me a dress.” Rosita teased.

Roman chuckled.

“Mama he’d freak if he got to make you something. He’s our very own Edna Mode.” He said.

“Good to know! He better not hit me with a rolled-up newspaper or have heavy security in his studio.”

Yeah dinner was nice, but afterwards was downright embarrassing. You see, Roman was convinced Miss Ginerva forgot about the baby pictures. He was so wrong.

Logan and Patton sat on both sides of Ginerva as she pointed to pictures. “-on that Halloween I tried to get Virgil to be a cat or a witch or even Wednesday Addams. Whenever I’d propose an idea, he’d pout. He insisted he wanted to be Elton John for that Halloween, specifically Elton in the Im Still Standing video.”

And for sure there was a picture of a small Virgil standing next to Roman, who was dressed as Hercules from Disney’s Hercules in Elton’s iconic outfit. On the other side of Virgil was a kid dressed as a garbage can who looked almost exactly like Roman.

As embarrassed as he was, Roman smiled to see the picture of Remus, back when the three of them were the best of friends. Innocent.

“Oh, and this picture didn’t turn out the way we wanted it. Rosita sneezed so the boys started crying.”

“I’ve said I’m sorry at least once a year since then Ginerva! Get over it!” Patton giggled at the picture of Virgil in the middle of Roman and Remus in a purple onesie crying. Roman was in a red striped overalls outfit sitting up and crying just as hard. Remus was in the same outfit but green and he fell back as he cried. It was adorable.

“Mom please stop.” Virgil weakly pleaded, hood pulled over his face.

“Hush. They need to see these.” Ginerva said with a laugh.

They avoided pictures of Virgil’s father, who just up and left one day to go back home to Russia without a word. A slightly angry aura surrounded her, but she pushed on.

“Oh, this is Rosita’s favorite!” Ginerva pointed out.

“Is it the play time one? Oh my goodness I love that one so much! Their chubby cheeks and tiny hands aaah!” Rosita squealed with a grin, getting up from the armchair and hurrying over.

“Mama stoooop.” Roman groaned.

Logan gave Roman a look that suggested yes, this was indeed blackmail material. Roman flipped him off, only to be whapped lightly from his mother.

Damn you Logan.

The photo had a “castle” made from cardboard boxes. Inside the castle was a grumpy, if not bored looking Virgil with a plastic princess tiara on his head and a bright pink princess dress over his black sweater. Roman had a plastic crown and pointed a foam sword at Remus, who had devil horns and fairy wings on. That was the closest they could get to a dragon.

Rosita smiled wide, but it held a small bit of sadness. Roman knows, cause he feels the same way.

“Ugh this one?” Virgil grumbled, looking over.

“You guys are adorable! I love your princess costume!” Patton cooed. “It was Roman’s.”

Roman laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“CUUUUUTE!”

Rosita was telling the story about that day, but Roman found he wasn’t listening. He just stared at Remus in the photo, his grin wide and his hands bared like claws. His eyes filled with his usual mischief. He always wanted to be the villain or the monster. He remembered a time when Remus built a city out of blocks and toy cars and proceeded to stomp through it and making monster sounds, making Roman laugh at his brother’s silliness as he altered between making noises or pretending to be the shrill voice citizens of the town either being afraid or just saying the weirdest thing like “Dang it I left my pudding at home and now my pants are on fire!”.

Memories came rushing. The times they tried to do a secret handshake but could never remember the steps. The times they slept over at Virgil’s home with red and green matching pajamas and sleeping bags. The times they’d fight over the last homemade churro and forced to split it and apologize. When Remus would come to him when he had horrible nightmares of terrible actions his mind told him to do and he’d cry while hugging Roman tightly, who would cry cause his twin was sad. The gap-toothed grin Remus would give him as they planned to do some mischief and even sometimes dragging Virgil into it. Their red and green “brothership” bracelets they wore until they broke.

“Im going to the bathroom. Don’t start dessert without me!” Roman suddenly blurted out, leaving the room and rushing quickly up the steps to the upstairs bathroom farthest away from the stairs.

He locked the door and turned the fan on. He let out a shuddered gasp and pressed his back against the wall.

“You’re fine Roman. You’re fine. You’re with your family, your loves are enjoying themselves. Don’t ruin this for them. You’re fine.”

Suddenly a sob escaped his lips. He couldn’t stop it. Oh god he was a horrible person. A fraud.

He was the one that abandoned the other two members of their little musketeer group just for some ill-deserved attention by horrible people.

He was the one who pushed his brother away, insulting him and ignoring him when Remus didn’t understand what he did wrong.

He was the reason Remus was gone, never able to attend his wedding, to see his loves or be part of their growing family and instead out there doing who knows what. Was he even still alive?

His loves had poor choice in men, since they were marrying him.

His mother was a fool to love him because he was a horrible son.

His fault.

His fault!

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

“Hijo I know you’re in there.”

It was his mom.

“I’m fi-“

“Open the door Roman.” She said, usual sass or warmth in her voice gone.

Roman gulped and unlocked the door. He opened it for his mother to come in. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her.

“Roman, my sweet baby.” She cooed comfortingly and cupped his face, which was wet with tears. “Lo siento mama. Lo siento!” he sobbed, burying his face in her shoulder.’

She stroked his hair as he sobbed and shushed him softly. He gripped her white blouse and sobbed, feeling like a child again, guilty for doing something wrong.

“Lo siento. I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for turning those pictures into sad memories!” he cried.

It felt like a million eyes were glaring at him, a phantom hand was gripping his throat. Harsh voices whispered his guilt over and over and over until he was dizzy.

“Hijo it’s not your fault.” She whispered.

“But mama it is! I’m the reason he’s gone! I’m the reason family dinners feel so empty! I’m the reason I split our family apart!”

“Roman.”

Rosita’s stern voice made him push back to look at her. Her green eyes stared into his blue ones, filled with tears, but held a strong determination and a love he could never comprehend.

“Roman, it’s not your fault. Yes, you’ve made some mistakes, but it’s not your fault.” She said firmly, wiping his tears away with her thumbs.

She sighed shakily and frowned, which was never a good look on his usually happy mother.

“It’s mine.” “Mama how could y-“ “It’s mine because I didn’t do anything. I didn’t guide you to make better decisions back then, like a mother should.”

Roman’s lip wobbled, god he was an ugly crier.

“It’s my fault that I was so focused on fixing Remus because I was scared for him that I didn’t even think about how he felt or wanted. Yes, your brother’s actions were troubling, deeply so, but I did nothing to help him. I did nothing to understand or support him. And now, its my fault for having you endure so much guilt.”

It was quiet for a bit. Too quiet.

“You may never stop feeling that guilt, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry you carried this with you for so long. But honey, I’m so proud of you!” Rosita said with a wobbly grin.

“What?” Roman shakily asked.

“I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself and making a change. I’m proud of you for making things right with Virgil. I’m proud of you for being such a hard worker, and an amazing dreamer. I’m so proud of you for being a kind and determined man who puts everything into what he does.”

“And honey, I’m proud of you for being a good lover. For being true to yourself even though its scary. I’m proud of you for saving Patton from those god-awful people and supporting Logan during this dinner cause I know he was nervous. I’m proud that you and Virgil and Patton and Logan love each other so much. That despite polyamorous marriage not being legal here, you all said fuck it, cause love conquers everything.”

Roman whimpered before sobbing again. He may never get over the guilt, but with time he can move on. He was so fortunate to have people who he loves with all his heart, and they love him with theirs. He had the best family and the best friends, even if it was hard to see that at times.

He had the best mother.

————

“Why don’t we break it?” “Remus we need to remain as anonymous as we can.” “Boo!” “Do you want this octopus or not?”

It was their last dollar out of like, three hundred. They took a break ‘cause they got hungry, but they came right back. Remus watched, eyes looking between the claw of the machine game and his love’s concentrated and yet frustrated face. He looked like he was about to scream “YOU LOSE! Good DAY SIR!” in a shrill tone. The claw once again picked up the green octopus. Its floppy tentacles hang limp as the claw started to slowly move over to the little dispenser chute. It suddenly slipped through the claw’s metal arms.

“NO!” they both almost screamed.

Ah, but a miracle has happened! One of the octopus’s tentacles was caught on the claw! The claw moved over the chute and dropped the plushie down into it. “YEAH!” Remus cheered, hearing a startled yelp from someone.

—————

Roman came down with his mom, face clean and no longer blotchy. He smiled as he saw his family still sitting downstairs. They turned to him and Patton grinned, looking relieved. Logan and Virgil just stared at him like he had done something stupid.

“Dude I can’t believe you got your hand stuck in the faucet drain. What were you doing?” Virgil asked.

Roman turned to Rosita, who grinned. Oh, his mom made up an excuse to check on him, which was nice, but still that’s embarrassing. He came up with a lie to not seem like too much of an idiot.

“I was washing my hands when one of mama’s earrings she left by the sink went down the drain! I had to rescue it! It was her favorite pair!”

“Well now that you rescued the earring, we were gonna have brownies and watch Frozen 2! Interested?” Patton proposed.

“Definitely!”

Roman felt so much better. He sat down on the couch with Virgil pressed against his side and Logan’s head on his shoulder. Patton came back with brownies for everyone and gave Roman a peck on the lips as he gave Roman his treat. Rosita and Ginerva argued over how Disney Plus worked, only for Logan to instruct them carefully. As Ginerva got the movie set up, Imaj sat down on the floor with his knees drawn up in between Patton and Virgil, happily nibbling on his brownie. Missy walked over and crawled into Roman’s lap, still looking irritated, but there was a shy plush on her face. He decided not to say anything and just ruffled her hair. She smiled a bit at that. Then, she grinned a mischievous grin that reminded him of when Virgil jump scared them as a vampire last Christmas and..someone he used to know.

“I hope Olaf dies.” She said.

Patton and Rosita gasped in horror as Virgil laughed loudly.

———-

“What are you going to name it?” Deceit asked Remus.

Remus looked at the cute octopus in his hands.

“Can Mr. Squishyboo join your tea party Roman?”

“Yeah, but he can’t poison the tea this time! Ms. Fluffybottom got sick last time!” “Fiiine. Then you can’t call him a squid. He’s an octopus!”

Remus smiled softly down at the octopus’s happy little face.

“Squishyboo jr.” he said.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were going to name it hentai.” Deceit sighed.

“Oh! His full name is Squishyboo jr Hentai Lokir!” Remus laughed loudly.

“Do not use my last name for your stuffed animal.” Deceit huffed.

Remus giggled and kissed his love’s forehead. They walked hand in hand out of the arcade, past Pac-man games and children giggling and playing ski-ball. They were near the entrance when a man with a pink Sailor Moon T-shirt stopped them for a moment.

“Oh my stars I love your Invader Zim crop top sir!” he said, Irish accent prominent.

“Thank you! I love your anime titty lady!” Remus greeted back as they left, Deceit snickering and squeezing his hand with affection.

——-

The man just blinked for a moment before noticing his phone was ringing. He smiled and answered it.

“Heeeey babe! How’s your like, family reunion going?” a voice spoke from the other end.

“ ‘ello Remy. Its going fine! Mum, Mama and Dad want you to come next year!”

“Maybe I will go. Like, making wedding stuff is okay, but like, when its for your friends, it sucks. Like, I know im the best bitch in this business, but it has to be so perfect they cry.”

“You are the best Remy. They wouldn’t ask you if you weren’t”

A laugh on the other end.

“This is why I love you Emile, my little piece of Picani pie.”

Emile Picani giggled.

“So, what are you doing now?”

“I’m about to set a high score on the DDR machine. I saw they had some Miku songs and I wanted to try them!”

“Fuck yeah Miku. Hey, face time me so I can see you like, totally shame on everyone’s scores.”

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stovetuna · 4 years

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would you ever consider,,,,,,writing a fix it fic,,,,,,for endgame,,,,,,,pls im starved but also I love you so fuckin much your writing brings me joy

HEART EYES oh my gosh, thank you, anon. I hope this is sufficient.

full disclosure, I’m absolutely useless when it comes to the “logic” of time travel, so a lot of liberties are being taken here for the sake of story.

- - -

Moments after the bright blue light of Tony’s arc reactor goes dark, Steve knows what he has to do.

He grieves, at first. He could hardly do anything else. Hell, it’s everything he can do not to let a howl out, the one clutching at his throat right now that’s equal parts devastation and rage. He swallows the raw, unholy sound and he weeps instead, like he’s never wept before—not for Bucky, or Peggy, or the Commandos, or Natasha, or Sam, or anyone—and then he falls to his knees in the ash and mud, everything that’s left of Tony’s last act of defiance.

The words echo across the years like the worst kind of phantom pain as Steve looks and looks and looks at Tony, Tony’s corpse, Tony’s unnaturally lifeless body that doesn’t make sense to see, I think I would just cut the wire.

Always a way out.

Steve wishes he could go back in time and punch himself in the teeth, just like Tony said.

Around him, heroes kneel, silent. No one talks about what has to be done, what the world will be like without Tony Stark, how they’re supposed to go on—for the moment, everything is still, and just as the blue light of the arc reactor had flickered out moments ago (wrong wrong wrong it should be shining like a solar flare he should have lived it should be him against that rock) Steve feels something flicker to life inside his own chest. It’s faint, but glows steady. Only he can see it, feel it; only he knows what it means.

It’s a choice, an easy one, that Steve’s already made.

After the funeral, Bruce sends him back with the stones. Clipping branches takes time, but it’s hardly tedious: First he returns to Morag, walks past Quill’s prone, snoring figure, and returns the Power stone to its place in the timeline. Like something out of Indiana Jones, Steve thinks to himself as he does it, but it’s not his voice he hears. It’s Tony’s, because only Tony would see a dangerous, precarious situation like this and make a pop culture reference.

They watched that one together. Just him and Tony, early on, when things were still good. Tense, maybe—brittle, but good. Before Steve knew about Bucky, or HYDRA, or Tony’s parents; before Steve realized he did in fact know how to lie, but only when it came to Tony Stark. They’d drank good beer and talked gingerly around the subject of Steve’s adjustment to the 21st century; Steve couldn’t help but think of Tony when Indiana shot the swordsman, remembering what Tony had said on the helicarrier with startling clarity, the opposite of how he’d been thinking in the moment: I think I would just cut the wire.

Now, Steve pushes the orb back through the energy barrier, mouth pressed in a firm line. The burns will heal, in time. He has plenty of it, after all, and the pain is a cheap price compared to what he felt watching Tony die, and it’s a price he’s more than willing to pay if this works.

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The Soul Stone is hard, not because of the climb, or the Red Skull (although, in fairness, it does throw Steve for a moment), but because he has to watch the soul stone plummet to the earth knowing it won’t bring Natasha back. There are only so many things he can fix, and this isn’t one of them.

“What’s done is done,” Schmidt says, sadder than Steve ever heard him in life. Turning around, Steve looks at the cloaked figure floating, weightless, a few inches above the ground. He doesn’t feel pity, per se, but there’s a misery to Schmidt’s expression that looks deeply carved. Earned. Painful. He looks the way Steve feels, standing there in the place where Nat died.

“What was it like?” Steve asks, meaning the moment when Schmidt held the cube and disappeared. It doesn’t even register that he’s spoken until Schmidt is looking at him and speaking back.

“Death would have been preferable,” comes the reply. Steve doesn’t have to go far to remember Tony’s slack, expressionless face, how sickeningly wrong it felt to see death in a place it didn’t belong. It would be unbearable to even imagine that moment for more than a second if Steve didn’t have an extra vial of Pym particles tucked away in his belt.

“Yeah,” Steve mutters. “I know what you mean.”

Natasha would be proud of him, the way he punches Skull clean through the side of the mountain on his way out.

Returning the Reality stone is…complicated.

Rocket and Thor had conveniently forgotten to mention how they got the stuff out of Dr. Foster—maybe Thor didn’t even know, since he’d been having a conversation with his mother at the time, according to Rocket’s later recounting of events—which means Steve is left standing over a sleeping stranger with a syringe filled with dangerous miasma with no clue what to do.

He can hear Tony in his head again, a welcome rupturing of the tension that’s making it hard for Steve to even breathe, let alone think his own thoughts: stick ‘er with the pointy end.

It’s solid advice, actually. But for a moment, all Steve can think about is how dearly he misses that voice in his ear, his head, his life, even though he’s lived less than seventy-two hours without it, but that’s seventy-two hours (plus/minus seven years and change) too long. He’s getting impatient, putting things back the way they were just to get to where he should have been all along, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute watching Dr. Foster sleep when he knows he could be spending that precious time getting back to Tony.

Life, Steve’s learned too many times in too many devastating ways, is too goddamn short. Tony didn’t hesitate, in the end, so Steve won’t either. Not now.

Holding his breath, Steve sticks Dr. Foster with the pointy end and then runs like hell.

The Sanctum Sanctorum is remarkably unscathed despite being surrounded on all sides by Chitauri carcasses and broken alien tech. Dust from the rubble and ash permeates the air so thickly it’s like trying to breathe plaster of Paris without a mask. Steve coughs as he knocks on the front door, grateful all over again to be cured of his asthma.

The person who opens the door is far from expected, but like Nat told Scott that fateful day back at the compound, nothing’s crazy anymore.

“You’re not who I was expecting,” they say, lackadaisical like they’re not surrounded by dead aliens that just fell out of the sky. Bruce and Stephen had told him the Ancient One was a bit, well, strange, but Steve certainly wasn’t expecting this much archness wrapped up in sunflower yellow.

What, did Big Bird suddenly decide to take up transcendental meditation? Tony’s voice snarks. Steve bites his tongue for a second to hold off the snort threatening to escape him. The Ancient One raises an eyebrow (or lack thereof) at him with a smirk.

“Is he close, still?”

Steve’s thoughts go silent so fast his head spins. “I’m sorry?”

The Ancient One steps forward. “I’m sure you are,” they say. It feels dangerous, standing out here on the front steps like this, but if the Ancient One doesn’t flinch at being exposed, then neither will Steve. They hold out their hand with a beatific smile.

“I won’t ask how it all went,” they whisper conspiratorially, “but do tell me one thing: is Bruce alright?”

The Time stone flashes a vivid green from the safety of its cradle of dense foam inside the carbon steel suitcase, which Steve holds out to the Ancient One like one would a box with an engagement ring inside.

“Bruce is fine,” he says. The but goes unspoken. One look at Steve and the Ancient One knew exactly what his plan was, apparently. He’s still reeling from their earlier comment. He watches the stone float up from the suitcase and drift toward the amulet resting against the Ancient One’s stomach; their hands flicker and move as it opens with a whisper of metal and gears that reminds Steve poignantly, painfully, of Tony.

There had been a couple of years there, the good ones, when he’d spent a lot of time watching Tony in his workshop, learning the ways in which Tony’s genius applied itself to the world. Everything from DUM-E to JARVIS to the suits to their comms to the reactor powering the tower to proprietary satellites to pasta carbonara, Tony’s mind was capable of it all, and then some. And it all lived inside a man who drove Steve crazy with anger and frustration and awe and lust and who gave Steve so unbelievably much without asking for anything, anything in return except Steve’s friendship and trust and instead Steve had given Tony the awful truth about his parents two years too late.

After Siberia, Steve spent most nights awake, standing on balconies and rooftops just holding the flip phone and thinking back to those earlier days with the kind of bitterly pitiful regret of the truly stupid: of course he’d been infatuated, back then. Of course he’d run away from the very thought. There’d been Pepper, obviously, and it was Tony. More to the point, it was them: Steve and Tony, oil and water, north and south, futurist and idealist, stubborn and stubborner still, always opposite in all the ways that mattered.

Of course he’d used that as an excuse. God forbid Steve Rogers ever admit to being afraid.

The Ancient One closes the amulet with a slow, gentle glide of their pale, steady hands. Tony’s were darker, bigger, stronger, more. Not capable of this kind of magic, but to Steve, Tony’s mind was magic. And his heart was made of pure light. He’d placed it in Steve’s hand. Steve never told anyone how it burned him to hold it, or that he’d prayed for the wound not to heal.

He’d cried the next morning—for their losses, yes, but mostly because he had healed. It was torture, feeling one way but appearing the opposite. It was one of the ways he and Tony had come to understand each other, over the years prior: sometimes what appears on the outside isn’t the truth of what lives on the inside.

Looking up into the Ancient One’s eyes feels like falling headfirst into time, itself.

“I would caution you against your choice,” they say, wise and mischievous at the same time, somehow, “but I know you will set things right, when the time comes.”

Steve closes the suitcase and nods. He tries not to think about Tony’s funeral. The way the first arc reactor Tony had ever built floated off on a wreath of flowers across the surface of the lake, quiet and all heart, the way Tony had been at the last.

He has to go back there, one day.

But not yet.

His past self is still lying unconscious on the glass walkway where Steve left him when he returns. Arms and legs akimbo, that charmingly ridiculous uniform stretching to compensate for the awkward splaying of limbs, Steve Rogers of 2012 looks like a child who went down for a nap, hard. In so many ways, he was a kid, back then, and yet so old. Too old, too soon.

You’re just a little unstuck, Billy, Tony had said to him once when he’d found Steve awake in the communal kitchen at 4 AM, too riled by a nightmare to go back to sleep. At Steve’s confused look, he’d smiled—kind, soft, caring—and two days later gave him a first edition signed copy of a novel by someone named Kurt Vonnegut.

Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.

He read it cover-to-cover twice before he went looking for Tony in the workshop to thank him with a hug. One of the few they’d ever shared, and all the more precious for it.

Steve Rogers of 2023 knows this kid won’t hesitate to seize the opportunity he’s about to be presented with.

“Look alive, soldier,” he barks. Rogers coughs and splutters and springs to his feet like something stung him right on the ass. As soon as he registers Steve, his copy, standing in front of him, he falls back on his heels into a fighting stance. It’s wobbly around the knees, but Steve doesn’t bother correcting his stance. This isn’t what he’s come to do.

“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” he says, and then he tells him everything he needs to know.

Bucky is alive. You can save him.

Peggy, too. You can be with her.

The war is over. You can live without it.

You can go home. You get to have one.

Imagine it.

Rogers looks at the time-space GPS with a degree of skepticism Steve forgot that face was capable of. After talking trees and raccoons and living Norse gods and alien armies from outer space and Titans and time travel—after Tony Stark—nothing seems impossible anymore.

Finally, finally, Rogers holds out his hand, palm to heaven. Steve’s stomach tightens painfully to remove the device from his hand, but he thinks of what’s waiting for him downstairs, and letting go has never been so easy. Rogers holds it like a bomb waiting to go off, wary and fearful, but excited, too.

Then, he looks at Steve, lit up the way a child whose parent has just given them a whole dollar to spend might be.

“Are you sure?”

“More than I’ve ever been.”

Rogers’ face tightens. “What about—” he glances down through the glass. “The others? Will they know? Will they be alright?”

“I’ll handle it,” he says. He’s taking a page out of Tony’s book here, winging it where he’s used to planning. Bucky was proud when Steve told him his half-cocked idea to go back in time to be with Tony Stark, however Tony would have him.

How’re you gonna figure out being both Steves at once?

I’ll handle it.

And if they figure it out?

They’ll handle it.

Rogers is hesitating. He doesn’t want to be selfish—that’s not in his nature. Steve smiles and reaches out, cups his hands around the one with the device and closes Rogers’ fingers around it.

“It’s okay,” he says. You’re allowed to be selfish, when it’s the right thing to do.

Looking at his younger self is dizzying, like vertigo. Tony once mentioned having a huge crush on Jimmy Stewart when they watched that movie as a team, which is how Steve learned Tony Stark liked men, too. That was the night his world really turned upside-down.

Steve reaches into his belt and hands Rogers the extra vial. Enough for one trip. He’ll never get his dance with Peggy, but she’ll get hers.

Steve will just have to dance with Tony, instead. What a hardship.

He’s smiling, looking vaguely downwards where he knows Tony is, when Rogers looks at him and asks, “Why?”

Steve dials the date and time and coordinates from memory.

A week from Saturday.

The Stork Club.

Eight o’ clock, on the dot.

The past is past, except when it’s not. Rogers is unstuck, but Steve isn’t. Not anymore. He hasn’t been for a long, long time.

He shrugs. Smiles, easy, the way he couldn’t when he was Rogers’ age, fresh out of the ice and soul-broken, hopeless.

“I’m home.”

The last test is the hardest. Steve goes down to the lobby via the elevator, carrying the scepter in one hand and the suitcase containing the space stone in the other. He’s dressed in his 2012 uniform again, and he didn’t miss the way it rides up his ass, but he’s got more important things to think about.

There’s still a commotion happening in the lobby, the fallout of Tony’s self-inflicted heart attack diversion, but Steve manages to force himself away from where he knows Tony is to walk right up to Alexander Pierce. He would dearly love to drop the man right here and now in this lobby, audience be damned, but he has a part to play, yet.

Steve tamps down the urge and rage long enough to present Pierce with the last stone. The look that flickers behind Pierce’s shrewd blue eyes is telling enough—Steve could punch himself, it’s so obvious. Glee, hunger, intent, all there, malicious and toxic. HYDRA, right out there in the open.

He’ll deal with it later. With extreme prejudice.

“The cube was just a housing unit,” Steve explains, slipping back into his old by-the-book tone of voice like one slips on a pair of well-worn leather shoes. Pierce takes it with an eerie smile.

“Very good, Captain.” At Pierce’s nod, Steve straightens, looks back with a knowing smirk, and nods in return. Rumlow would have already updated him about Steve’s words in the elevator; now the rest of it—rescuing Bucky, infiltrating SHIELD, destroying HYDRA and Pierce with it—is up to Steve.

But first.

“If you’ll excuse me, sir,” Steve says deferentially, already moving away from Pierce toward the circle of black suits hovering around Tony and Thor like expectant vultures at the feast. His heart is in his throat, racing.

“Get your hands off me!”

Tony.

Thor is running interference on the suits, pushing and holding them back, Mjolnir in hand. He clears a space for Steve to walk through with a nod. Steve nods back, but his eyes are elsewhere.

Tony.

“I said let go of me, Mall Cop! I’m fine, I don’t need your help.”

Pepper always says I’m the best at taking care of others at the expense of myself, Tony had told him once. They’d been sitting on the edge of the landing pad near the top of the tower at sunset, going over what went wrong with whatever battle had happened that day. Steve had spent the entire conversation with one hand shoved under his thigh to stop himself from reaching out to hold Tony’s, who’d put himself in the line of fire—unnecessarily—and had nearly given Steve a panic attack.

A panic attack. How quaint, compared to a shattered heart.

She’s right, Steve had replied, but then Pepper’s right about everything.

Most things, Tony said. I’m still not sure if she’s right about me.

Steve still remembers the way his hand had clenched under his thigh at those words. What do you mean?

Tony had looked out over the city, not gloating or smug the way Steve had assumed he would be when they first met and Steve learned billionaires were a thing that existed—quite prevalently—in the 21st century, but wistfully, like he couldn’t believe he had the view at all.

Most days I wake up expecting her to be standing by the bed fully dressed, waiting for me to open my eyes so she can tell me it’s over, he’d said, quiet so only Steve could hear, like the whole city was listening in and Tony wanted to keep this moment between them. I don’t think she’s right about choosing me.

Steve could have painted Tony in that moment: vulnerable, eyes and skin and hair glowing like fire and honey and whiskey in the light of the setting sun as it glinted off the cityscape. He was handsome, small but strong, nervous but brave, and so unbelievably worth choosing it took every ounce of Steve’s strength to keep his hand under his thigh. To not reach out and take Tony’s face in his hands and just—

Tony, he’d said softly, urgently but without force, waiting until Tony looked him in the eye to say what he’d been holding back for years and even then it was only the tip of the tip of the iceberg: You are worth choosing.

The way Tony had stared back at Steve then is not unlike the way he looks up at him now: from the floor of the lobby of Stark Tower, roughed up and shellshocked from the battle and his brief introduction to outer space and a minor cardiac episode, but relieved and inarticulately happy to see Steve there among the suits.

“O Captain, my captain!” Tony crows, wheezing slightly on the last syllable in a way that is far too endearing for Steve to handle, especially given his own fragile state. When Tony reaches a hand up, Steve doesn’t hesitate to take it and haul him to his feet.

Tony is alive. Standing there, in front of Steve, alive. Younger, smoother around some edges and sharper in others, beautiful like a sunset and a sunrise rolled into one—an astronomical anomaly of the rarest kind. The Black Sabbath t-shirt is singed but mostly whole, and Steve wants to linger on that detail, except he can’t.

“You alright there, Cap? You’re looking a little blue around the gills…”

Blue. Blueblueblueblueblueblue.

The burning light at the center of Tony Stark is so blue, a glowing circle shining out from behind that silly threadbare band t-shirt like a beacon in the night, guiding Steve home. How is no one else marveling at this? At Tony Stark, alive?

He’s staring. At Tony’s chest. He knows he is, but there’s no helping it. Just like there’s no helping the way he reaches out and pulls Tony into a hug like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. It wasn’t long ago he’d carried this same body, suit and all, off the battlefield, crying himself hoarse even as he laid Tony out on a patch of grass in the sun away from the smoke and desolation. He’d watched this man die not seventy-two hours ago, and here was Tony, in his arms the way Steve should have held him years and years and years ago, alive.

It shouldn’t be possible. But as he’s learned ten times over, when it comes to Tony Stark, impossible is only a matter of perspective (and a little bit of elbow grease).

Steve muffles his hitching breaths against Tony’s shoulder, trying desperately to compose himself even as he falls apart. He’s failing, but can’t bring himself to care. Tony returns his embrace haltingly, like he can’t believe it’s happening, but then neither can Steve.

“It’s alright, big guy. Party’s over,” Tony chuckles into his ear, nervous, patting Steve on the shoulder from under his arm in an awkward bend. “I’m fine, I promise.“ He does the unthinkable, then, Tony: he steps back and takes Steve’s hand and lays it flat against his chest so Steve can feel the strong thud of his heartbeat and the low, steady hum of the arc reactor at the same time. “See?” Tony says with a quicksilver smile, “alive and well.”

Steve knows his eyes are wet. His hair is a mess and he’s still grieving his Tony, and that grief is a ten-ton weight in his stomach. And yet, standing here looking into this Tony’s big brown eyes, faced with that benevolent (if teasing) smile and generous heart, Steve feels young and limitless, weightless, like he’d float off the floor if it weren’t for Tony, who’s still holding his hand against his chest.

Steve knows this is selfish and reckless and his staying here could break the fabric of reality itself, but he would choose this—he’d choose Tony, warm and alive and smiling at him—every time. There are battles to be fought and truths to be told and lives to save, and he may never get to have Tony in all the ways he wants him in this or any timeline, but he’s willing to wing it and see.

Who knows—they could very well end up married.

Crazier and more impossible things have happened.

“Alive is good,” Steve says, locking a sob away behind a smile so big it strains his cheeks. “It means you can still pay for shawarma.”

Tony’s face goes slack with surprise, and then he’s laughing so hard he’s cackling, leaning into Steve’s steady hand for support. Steve can feel Tony’s laugh as much as he can hear it: it feels like home and sounds like rock music and looks like sunlight spilling out between his fingers, bright blue.

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#steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #superhusbands #stony #rachel writes fic #yes I did pull the title from the most cliché death cab song out there #SHRUUUUG #endgame fix it #I'm riding this pining!steve wave for as long as possible lol #responses #prompt fic

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fanficsrusz · 5 years

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Toothache - John Wick oneshot

A/n: so this was requested by @babymadz. Its kinda on the shorter side but its fluff. I hope you enjoyed it and im sorry if its not that good im kinda having some family issues at the moment so im not 100% commited to writing at the moment 😅

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Stepping in the shower, john let the hot stream of water wash over his body. Sighing he brushed his hands through his hair. John had taken some time off from his work and word had gotten out that he had become 'soft' because of a certain girl. Well girl was a term john used loosely, he would describe her as more of a God. He smiled thinking about her. Maybe he had gone a little soft because of her. Her name was y/n and for some reason unknown to him, she had fallen in love with him and accepted his marriage proposal more than two years ago. She was always kind and put others first despite the countless times john had told her to not forget about herself and to not let people abuse her. She had this glow about her that made anyone within a 5 mile radius get drawn to her. Her jokes were lame but kept john entertained for hours. She was beautiful on the inside and out.

He looked down at the gold wedding band on his finger and his smile grew even larger, this was the first time in a while he had truly been happy and it was all thanks to her.

Before he knew it the bathroom door slammed open, interrupting his train of thought. 'speak of the devil' john thought just before the shower curtain was drawn back abruptly and y/n stood there, her face red and stained with tears. John was shocked to see his normally smiley wife a crying mess. "Y/n? What happened? Who hurt you?" his voice was serious as jumped out of the shower so he could check over her body, looking for any indication that she had been hurt. Seeing nothing he was confused and so took in her appearance. Comfy shorts and one of John's old shirts. Her hair flowed loosely around her face, finished off with a bit of popcorn stuck to a strand and it soon became apparent as to what caused her to cry. "what movie was it this time?" he laughed and she just sobbed harder as she leant forward to hug him "marley and me" she said, well that's what john interpurated the sounds between cries to be. He laughed again as he leant down to rest his head on top of hers before giving her a small kiss. "y/n its only a film. No dog was killed for real" she pulled back and looked up at him through wet eyelashes before looking down at his naked form. She blushed instantly despite the fact that she had seen him naked thousands of times. John laughed at her actions before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. "come on. We'll go watch a movie were no animals die" he began to lead her out towards to living room before leaving her to go get dressed.

A few minutes later and john came out seeing y/n sat on the floor looking through movies, all evidence of her previous crying session was gone and replaced with her usual smile. She stood up turning to him as she grabbed the popcorn that was placed on the table. Popping a piece in her mouth she walked towards john "babe, i thought we cou- OW" she stopped halfway through her sentence as she grabbed her mouth in pain and john rushed over. "let me see" he asked opening her mouth blood slowly filling it. "looks like you've cracked a tooth. We have to go to the dentist" y/n stepped back shaking her head. "NO! Its ok i can just take so- OW" another wave of pain shocked her. John knew of her fear of the dentist and stepped forwards holding her shoulders "you have to go. I'll be right there with you holding your hand. It won't be that bad. I promise" he kissed her forehead before she sighed, '' I have no choice but to do it do i" she said carefully trying not to cause herself anymore more pain and john just pushed her towards the bedroom "nope. Go get dressed and i'll make an emergency appointment."

Within 20 minutes, y/n was laid down in the dreaded dentist chair and her hand nervously tapped on the arm rest as the dentist looked in her mouth. John placed a hand on her leg and rubbed it soothingly just as the dentist stepped back ready to give his diagnosis. "well it seems you have chipped a part of your wisdom tooth so we can just remove it for you today" he said it so calmly and y/n sat up tears in her eyes. "are you sure? Won't it hurt? Im-"

The dentist cut her off before she could ramble on with any more questions. "Mrs Wick, your husband has already told me about your fear and rest assured, you will only feel some mild pain for a day or two after the surgery. You would be completely anesthetized and will feel no pain, think of it more as a little nap. It will take no more than an hour" the dentist said it in such a way that y/n felt silly for even being scared and out of embarrassed just nodded as she agreed to go along with the procedure. "ok give me 5 minutes and i will get the anesthetist and we can begin" he smiled and walked out. Y/n laid down again as fear consumed her. John leaned down and kissed her deeply "y/n don't worry, i will be right here" to shaken to speak she just nodded again as she laid waiting for the torture begin.

An hour later and the dentist had called john back into the room where y/n had the surgery. "Mr Wick, everything went fine and she is perfectly alright however she will be a little out of it for the next couple of hours or so, so just watch out for her and make sure she takes her pain medication regularly" he lead john into the room where y/n sat talking to the nurse about something with a big grin on her face, her mouth stuffed full of wool. 'so far she seems normal' he thought but he was soon proven wrong. As y/n caught sight of john she grabbed the nurse and pulled her closer "you see this is my husband he's actually a secret ninja but but you cant tell no one" she pulled her finger to her lips making a shushing noise and john just laughed awkwardly hoping the nurse would just take it lightly and not think she was telling the truth and luckily she did. "she has quite the imagination" the nurse laughed and john nodded "you have no idea" he stepped forward and began to help y/n up "come on let's get you home." she reached out for his face like a child before she began to poke and pull it. "you're really good looking and i want to kiss you but my husband would kill you if he found out" she whispered and john laughed "well you are pretty special to him".

At this time, y/n attention span was the same as a toddler and she couldn't keep to one conversation the whole ride home. Once they were finally parked outside john helped her to the front door as she spoke gibberish about some fairy. He let go of her for one second to unlock the door before turning around to her. "ok lets get you t- y/n" as he turnt around, she was gone and he panicked "Y/N!" he shouted not being able to see her but then her laugh broke the silence and he followed it around the house and made his way to the garden where she sat playing with a stray cat. He walked over to her slowly and he could begin to hear her talking to the cat softly ".... I really love him mr kitty cat. He's the beeeessssssttttt. He's tall he's handsome he can kick people's asses and he's reallllly good in bed" john smiled and walked closer before crouching down next to her scaring the cat off. She looked up at him before smiling "Jooooohhhhnnnnnn there you are. I just wanted to tell you i love you and that i want to have the sex with you" she laughed and booped his nose. John looked dow. At her "as much as i would love to have the sex with you, you need to rest. Come on" he scooped her up and made his way inside before putting her in bed. After an hour of y/n talking nonsense and john just laughing at her, she finally fell asleep as john stroked her hair. Despit her swollen face and messy hair, she was still the most beautiful girl he had even seen. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before slowly getting out of the bed, careful not to disturb her.

Five hours later and a groggy y/n staggered out of the bedroom holding her face. John looked up and smiled when he saw her "hey" he said and she just looked at him before making her way over and falling on top of him "my face hurts and im hungry" she mumbled hiding her face in his stomach as an attempt to hide from the pain. He stroked her hair and she looked up at him "thank you for looking after me. What can i do to repay you?" she hugged him and he just smiled. "being next to me is more than enough" he kissed her on the lips and she smiled " no seriously". John looked up and thought for a second before smirking. "well if i remember correctly a little someone called y/n promised to have the sex with me. That might be a good place to start" he laughed holding her cheeks in his hands and she sat up. "I said that?" john sat forward and kissed her gently before nodding "yep". It was her time to smirk "in that case i will have the sex with you as payment for you taking such good care of me" john smiled brightly but y/n just laid back down again "but maybe in a week or so because my face hurts to much" john laughed "cock block" he laughed as he stroked her hair slowly sending her back to sleep "youre too good for me. sweet dreams my favourite little toothache." he smiled relishing in the happiness that y/n had given him over the last few years and for many more years to come.

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A/n: i hate the dentist so very very much....

#john wick #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #john wick imagine #john wick oc #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanucharlesreeves #young keanu #John wick imagine

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im-tops-bottom · 5 years

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The last few days had been nothing but hectic and tiring. Well at least for Michael it was. He found Outpost 3 and ran into quite a bit of people who were nothing but a waste of time for Satans son. Well at least he thought they were.

Turns out nothing annoyed him more than hairdresser. The interview brought him nothing but stress. Especially when he found out about Mr Gallants leather kink and the fact that he's an emotional gay cinnamon roll. God Michael almost vomitted at that.

He only wanted to mess with the diva when he dressed up in the outfit he once found in his dead father's old room. But while he was fucking the blonde, he wanted nothing more than to claim the man. Own him. Make him his. Mark his territory. He knew he shouldn't but he wanted to so bad.

The next day he overheard Gallants Nan talking-to Venable about seeing her grandson on quite a predicament. He didn't rush in to defend the blonde, instead he decided to see what they were going to do.

Turns out that there was a worse punishment than the radiation cleansing Gallant had already gone through. It teared up Michael's insides as he watched Gallant be bratty as he got whipped. Was hurt even more was that he was getting just as turned on watching it and wanted to whip the brat himself.

He felt proud of Gallant as the other was getting interrogated about his apparent history with Michael. He said nothing and welcomed the whips. After a while Venable got annoyed and left the main chained up.

He stands there watching the blonde pant and he calms himself down. He feels something in his dead cold heart light up and knew that this was nothing but a hopeless cause. He walks in to the room with one thing on his mind.

'i must end what has not begun'.

After a long discussion that ended in not one but two broken hearts, Michael let's Gallant down and walks away quickly before he takes back everything he just said. He rushes to his room and let's out a tortured scream as everything in his room gets sent flying everywhere. He lays down in his bed and let's sleep take him away from his tormented thoughts. The last thing he thought before falling was two words.

'im sorry'.

The next few days was a mess. He interviewed everyone and learned several darks secrets. One of them from Venable ("I plan on murdering them all") and a few other things that not even flirting could fix. He walked out as normal as he can and as soon as the doors closed, he rushed around the Outpost in hopes of finding Gallant. He had to save him.

Along the way he ended up speaking to a girl, a grey, which turned into an argument and ended in Michael being shocked.

"who are you?"

"I don't know. Who are you?"

He tells her to head back to her room and waits until she's gone before he gets moving again.

He manages to finally find Gallant. Half of him was happy and relieved while the other was filled with toxic jealousy. Right in front of him was Coco getting too close and too personal with his hairdresser. Suddenly his emotions rise up and hit him in the feels.

"oh come on. It's probably going to be our last days here on Earth. Why not have some fun?"

Oh that struck a nerve, Michael thought as he tried to calm himself down.

"hey come on Coco. Quit playing. I like you as a friend but this can't happen"

"quite being a loser. Why not?"

"because I'm"

"because he's mine!"

"gay"

Michael is once again shocked. This time of himself. He looks back and forth between the two faces that are equally as shocked as his. His eyes finally rest on Gallants who goes from shocked to pissed.

"oh so I'm yours huh? Wasn't it you who said that you wouldn't fuck me even if I was the last man on Earth?"

Michael didn't know what to say. He literally prayed to his father (internally of course) hoping that he would give him strength because right now he didn't know what to do.

"fuck you Mr Langdon. Come on Coco maybe your right. We can head back to mine. This room wreaks of fake Gucci and Prada"

Michael watched Gallant grab Coco's hand and drag her off. It takes at least 10 seconds after that for Michael's brain to reboot and soon he finds himself angrily marching upstairs, tearing Coco off his hairdresser and dragging the said man to his own room where he locks the room shoves Gallant onto the bed.

"fuck you"

"I believe I'll be the only one doing the fucking"

Michael and Gallant struggle against each other and soon Gallant gives up fighting and just lays there.

"why?"

"you're mine. You belong to me. I will bit hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take you away from me"

'but you said"

"I know what I said. Just forget about it for now and let me take you"

"fine but we are continuing this conversation afterwards"

Michael reluctantly agrees before stripping them both. He knew that the whip marks would still be there so that didn't matter but what did matter was the fresh ones. He was so horrified that he almost missed what the smaller said.

"the bitch went for a round 2. Don't worry, still didn't say anything. Calm down would ya?"

Michael closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before leaning down and kissing Gallant slowly.

The kiss went deeper as they explored each other's bodies and soon Michael was fucking into Gallant slowly. He took his time as he watched all of Gallants reactions. He loved every single one of them.

They kept going for what felt like hours before they came with quiet moans. It only took them a couple of minutes to recover and soon Michael was pounding into him hard and fast.

After a couple more rounds, they laid there as Michael used his magic to blow the candles out. Still inside Gallant and not wanting to leave just yet, he carefully rolled to the side and God he moaned as he turned the sleeping Gallant around while his dick was still inside. As soon as he had Gallants back pressed up against him, he pounded into the sleeping man until he came once again. He calmed down and cuddled with the smaller as he fell asleep.

Hours later Michael woke up from a nightmare that involved him and his precious Mr Gallant. He wanted to make sure the smaller was alright so he turned around and started panicking when the other wasn't there. He put on some clothes and rushed out in search of his beloved.

He searched the whole place and went to the last place he ever thought to check at *checks his watch* this time. He made it just in time to see Venable laugh as everyone dropped like flies. He overheard someone say "poison" but shock managed to hold his ears back from hearing anything else. His heart felt like it stopped beating as he watched Gallant drop to the floor.

That shock turned into rage and soon he tore Venable apart. He hears footsteps and looks up in tears to see that it was only Mead.

"you promised that he wouldn't get hurt. You promised me'

"sacrifices had to be made for the greater good Michael. You will learn this one day when you are older. Trust me. Now come along dear, we must leave"

Michael and Mead weren't fast enough and soon they are thrown back by a strong force. Before blacking out Michael sees that Mead is taken.

Once Michael wakes up he finds himself locked in a cell by

"warlocks. I should have known. I guess Outpost 3 will forever be the school of underground witch craft and wizardry"

"on the contrary my dear boy, mainly warlocks come here to learn"

"yeah yeah spear me the details. So I assume you guys are the ones who took Mead away from me?'

"no. Infact it was the witches"

"what?"

"after we all found out who you really were, we worked together. It turns out the spawn of Satan wasn't as smart as he thought he was. Never mind. The witches managed to bring back some of the dead"

Michael looked up in hope.

"G-"

"oh Mr Gallant wasn't brought back. We have no need for him. Infact I believe he is one of the dead bodies down here that are going to be burned"

At this point all Michael saw was red. After reading the warlocks mind, Horns raised from the top of his head and fire blasted around him. He heard screams and chose to ignore it as he sent the cell door flying as he left.

He found the location of where the witches were. 3 bodies were tied against wooden poles and dead bodies were piled on more wood off to the side. He saw Mead and the dead body of his beloved Gallant.

He knew he was was spotted as he headed towards them. He felt raw energy keep him in place and knew exactly who was doing it.

"CORDELIA STOP IT! DON'T YOU HURT HER"

He panicked because he couldn't break free and the panic turned into Earth shattering heartbreak as he was made to watch someone who looked after him for so many years burn at the stake for helping satans son.

He glared at Cordelia who stood right in front of him emotionless.

"I'll be coming for you and your witches Cordelia. I will make you feel the pain and torment. I'm gonna kill you"

Cordelia just stares at him and says "I'll leave you to burn the rest of the bodies" before walking away.

After a moment of crying, Michael realizes that he could move again and ran straight for Mead.

"I'll avenge your death. May satans followers rise from the ashes and bring distruction down on Earth"

A moment of silence later Michael heads to the pile of bodies and drags Gallant out. He burns the remainder of bodies and drags Gallant to a safe place where he brings the blonde back to life.

"woah easy there. Calm down"

Michael struggles but manages to calm Gallant down after a while. He gets the smaller to follow his breathing and once they calmed down, he cradles the smaller.

"what happened?"

"you were killed my love. So I brought you back"

"I met your father"

"oh"

"i thought you were a joy to be around at first but then he came along and I really must apologize for thinking you were a stuck up asshole. Well he was eventually nice after he read my mind"

"what?"

"he says we can get married in hell if we want"

Michael looks down at Gallant in shock. He was surprised and disturbed by this. Sometimes his father was a mistery even to himself. The man was known to be nice to 3 people. Vivien who was his mother, Violet who could have been his mother and Michael himself.

Michael huffs against Gallants head as he hides his smile because he knows the other won't let him live this down.

"I'll make them pay. Ill make them all pay. They'll wish they were already dead"

Michael holds Gallant as close as he can as they sit on the grass and stare at the beautiful landscape.the silence is broken soon after by a question.

"hey we got hit by nuclear warheads and radiation so bad that not even Chernobyl could beat"

"turns out one of the witches could turn back time"

"ah. Your father mentioned something about witches"

"oh did he now? You two seem to have gotten real close since you were killed. Should I be jealous?'

"no because I'm yours. I'll follow you til the ends of the Earth. I'll die to protect you"

That didn't fit well with Michael at all.

"no you are not getting yourself killed. even if it means I ask my father to turn you immortal or something like that"

After a couple of seconds of silence Gallant speaks up.

"so are we going to fight them?"

"yes. We will take them and warlocks down for good. No one who doesn't worship my father will be left standing"

"maybe you should ask your father to protect me or whatever. Don't want me dying on you again"

"good idea but first"

Michael lays Gallant flat on the grass and starts pressing kisses all over the now giggling man. After a couple of seconds he sits up and smiles down at the panting man.

"don't you ever stop smiling for me"

Gallant smiles right back up him.

"for you, always"

They break out into a kiss and just when Michael starts getting into it Gallant shoves him off and stands up.

"come on. The witches ain't going to destroy themselves"

"god they aren't even here and yet they are cockblocking me"

Gallant laughs and looks down with a smirk.

"if we find shelter for tonight, get some safe and healthy food and water in us and follow that up with a much needed shower, then I'll let you bang me against every available surface in that shelter.

This gets Michael going. He notes in his mind to find the biggest mansion possible. 'more rooms equals more available surfaces' and with that he drags a giggling Gallant along.

Yup falling in love and destroying the world was totally worth it.

#gallangdon #sorry not sorry #whoops #so this happened

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xiaojusaur · 5 years

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A.N: Here I come with a special request! I was really inspired so I got a little carried away. Hope you enjoy!!

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Handsome Yoongi has always been your best friend since middle school. He used to annoy you, but then you guys built an amazing friendship.

When you went to high school, you would hang out, play video games at home, or even go to parties when you were in the mood. And now, after you graduated, he went to college to study music, while you stayed in town working.

You would still see each other whenever he came to visit. You enjoyed each other’s company but everything changed—at least in you—when you started developing feelings for him.

It was not a secret you were head over heels for him. He had to be really dumb to not notice. If he knew, he was acting like if he didn’t, so you thanked him for that.

For you everything was normal, except when he started uploading pictures with a girl to his Instagram.Your heart shattered with the first picture he uploaded with her. Any chance you could have now was hopeless. Still, when he came to visit, you acted like nothing.

A soft knock on your window brought you back from your daydream. It was late at night, besides, who would dare to climb to your window? You only knew one person who did that. When you opened your curtains it was him, Yoongi. He was waiting for you to open the so he could jump in. He gave you his usual gummy smile and you couldn’t help to smile back.

“Yoongs! What are you doing?! Can’t you use the door like a normal person?” You said after opening the window for him.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to relive some memories with you.” As soon as he was in, he embraced you in a tight hug. God! He was so warm, and he smelled like woods, so nice.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N,” he said before kissing your cheek. He almost makes you believe he liked you back. He sat on your bed and asked the typical questions of what have you done, how have you been, etc.

“You don’t text me anymore, what happened Y/N?” He suddenly asked after you were telling him a story about your work.

“It’s just... I’ve been busy...” you lied. In fact, you stopped because of all the girlfriend situation. He should know, why was he asking?

“Hmmm... are you sure?” He asked, playfully as he was, making a funny face.

“Yeah..?” You said.

“Come on, Y/N. I’ve known you for years, do you think I don’t know when something is going on? Tell me what’s wrong.” He sat by your side on the bed, too close to you.

Did you really had to say it? Fuck it. If he didn’t know by now, he was a fool.

“Yoongi, you have a girlfriend now, why are you even here?” You said, not meaning to sound rude but it kinda did.

He looked so confused. “What that has to do with anything? I can have a girlfriend and have a best friend. She’s not even from this town.”

“Yoongi, sweetie... you have to be a fool to not know I like you.” You rolled your eyes, like if it was obvious, but apparently he wasn’t because he went silent after that. He was shocked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked surprised.

“I thought you knew Yoongi. Everyone knows it, how is it that you don’t? It’s pretty obvious.”

“Yeah, I thought we had s strong friendship, I never imagined you liked me.”

“Well maybe it was for the best.” Your voice broke.

“What do you mean? We can still be friends.”

“Yoongi, you don’t understand. This is hurting me. Seeing you with another girl while I was here dreaming about the impossible with you. I was shattered when I found out.” A tear ran down your cheek but you ignored it.

“Im so sorry Y/N. If I knew, I-... I don’t know what to say...” he whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything, just... whatever really, there’s nothing we can do,” you said tired already.

“Y/N, let’s talk it out please. I don’t wanna lose my best friend...”

“I don’t think I want to Yoongi, there’s nothing we could talk about. I just want to be alone, yes? It’s really late and Im tired,” you said, kicking him out with your words.

He sighed and after being silent for a while said “Fine, see you later I guess.” He walked to the window and jumped out.

You were angry, now you wouldn’t be able to sleep. How dare he? What he could do? Pity you? Yo didn’t want that. You couldn’t possibly hate him, your feelings were too strong. You hated that bitch! You didn’t even know her, but you hated her because she ruined everything you had with Yoongi.

You don’t know how or when, but you fell asleep. When you grabbed your phone to see what time it was, your screen was full with Yoongi’s text messages.

“Im sorry Y/N”

“Can we talk please?”

“I guess you’re sleeping”

“Please answer”

“Y/N, you’re my best friend. I won’t bare to lose you.”

“Please, when you wake up, call me.”

You rolled on your bed and grunted in frustration. You placed your pillow on your head and said “Ugh, Min Yoongi! What am I gonna do with you?!” What do you had to lose? You rolled again and laying on your back, you dialed to Yoongi. It was 9:00 am, he would probably be sleeping, but whatever, he deserved worst.

A groggy voice answered “Y/N... you called’. His sleepy voice was... wow... It was sexy. What are you thinking? It was probably the sleepiness talking.

“Yeah... umm... sorry, I woke you up.” Why were you stuttering?!

“No, no, it’s fine.” Fuck! Could he be more sexy?

“Umm... you wanted to talk? I just woke up...”

“Yeah...” apparently he stretched because he groaned and sighed. He wasn’t helping at all. “Can it be in person? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Pay attention to your window.”

You were smiling like a fools and he probably was just going to tell you that there’s nothing you could do. Probably he was going to ask you to forget about your feelings.

A few minutes later you heard a sound on your window. There he was. You went to open the window and he even wasn’t in when he started talking. “Y/N Im so so sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know what I did, I-“

You got too annoyed and let your senses guide you, so you kissed him... hard, so he would shut up. The worst part was he kissed you back, he was actually kissing you back. Your lips moved in synchronization, all messy, all sloppy. You pulled away, trying to catch breath and trying to get into your senses. You both looked puzzled, probably wondering what has gotten into you.

“I-I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know why I did that... I promise I won’t do it again,” you said touching your lips with your fingers.

He licked his lips and whispered “No, kiss me again.”He didn’t even let you think, his lips were on yours in a nanosecond and his hand were on your hips, pulling you closer. He tasted exactly like you dreamt about: minty and sweet.

He started guiding you to your bed, which made you a little nervous. What was going to happen?

He let you fall on the mattress and climbed over you, attacking your neck with open-mouth kisses. He nibbled on a certain spot that gave you tingles between your legs, you moaned in response.

“Mmmf... that’s a cute sound,” he said with a lower tone that his usual.

“Yoongi, what are we doing?” You asked confused, alarmed, you didn’t even know anymore.

Without stopping from kissing you, he said on the crook of your neck “I left her...”

“So?” You asked out of breath.

Now he looked into your eyes and said, “I want you Y/N, I’ve always wanted you. Since middle school you’ve been my crush. That’s why I used to bully you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you were too much for me... but knowing you like me changed a lot of things. We can try it out...” He was about to start kissing you again, but you stopped him with your index finger on his mouth. You stood silently though, you didn’t know what to say.

He snuggled his face on your neck and with a breathy voice said “Let me make love to you, Y/N. Let me appreciate your body the way you deserve.”

His words sent shockwaves to your core because there was nothing else you wanted more than Min Yoongi’s hands all over your body.

So he started kissing you again but this time you didn’t complain. His hand traveled inside your shirt, and since you were waking up when he called, you didn’t have a bra on, so it was easier for him to play with your nipples. His fingers twisted and pinched, making the perfect combination with his lips on your neck. His hands traveled up and down slowly, making your shiver from pleasure. He took off your shirt and stared at your chest, whispering “Fuck, so pretty.” His mouth made its way to one of your nipples, his tongue circling it to then suck on it hard. You arched your back, a low moan escaping from your lips.

He hissed and said to himself, “I bet you’re dripping already.” His hand now running south and getting inside your pijama pants. His fingers started playing with your folds, “Fuck, you’re soaking wet, I wanna to see.” He took the hem of your pants and pulled them off you, taking your panties with them.

You felt how wet you were, you even got embarrassed, so you closed your legs. But then, to make you open them, Yoongi started kissing your legs tenderly. Once he got a glance of what he wanted he said, “Wow, so perfect.”

“Yoongi please, I need you,” you were desperate for his touch. His fingers spread your folds and then he started drawing circles on your clit. It felt so great. One of his fingers found your entrance and he inserted it slowly, hissing in the process. “Mmmm... so tight.” He inserted one more and started pumping them, his thumb caressing your clit. “Oh my god...” you moaned from the feeling. It was too much.

He started going down, his face getting closer to your core. He pushed your legs up to have better access, and then there it was: his tongue started licking up and down slowly but torturing. You hissed from the new feeling, biting your lip to not cry out. But his goal was to make you scream because he started going fast, his tongue lapping on you, making wet noises. You looked ay him and he was looking at you, so fucking sexy. Your head got deeper on the pillow while you arched your back again “Fuck! Yes!”

He sucked on your swollen clit, combining tongue, sucks, and nibbles: he was making you see stars. “Look at me babygirl,” he said softly to continue with his ministrations. When you did as told, you felt like exploding right there, “Oh fuck! Yoongi! Im gonna cum!”

Suddenly he stopped. A gasp emanating from your throat. Why?!

“Not yet. I have something else in mind,” he winked. He proceeded to take off his shirt. You’ve seen him shirtless thousands of times, but today was different because you were about to feel his whole body on yours.

You couldn’t contain yourself and ran your hand up his torso. His skin was so soft and shiny under the dim light that slipped through your curtains. He heavy breathed and said, “You don’t know how many nights I dreamt about having you like this.” His hands trembled while he unbuckled his belt. Was he nervous?

“Are you nervous?” You asked him smiling.

“Yeah, a little,” he confessed.

“Why? Im sure you’re experienced,” you said teasingly.

“It’s you. You make me like this,” he chuckled. He fished something from inside his pocket before taking off his pants. You noticed the big bulge inside his trousers and got a little nervous. Was this really happening? His happy trail guided you to where you wanted him and unconsciously you bit your lip. He noticed and said, “I see you like what you’re seeing.” You laughed, blushing from being caught.

He took off his trousers, his erection springing free. His tip was pink, glistening, ready to take you. You wanted to taste it, so you sat and grabbed it, taking him by surprise. He looked at you through his lashes and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I want to suck it,” you smirked. He brushed your hair out of your face. You smiled innocently and placed it in your mouth. You slid down slowly and when you were back up, you sucked hard. He hissed and then let go of a moan, a glorious sound to your ears. “Easy, Im sensitive.”

“Better,” you said as you licked around his tip.

“Fuck, Im gonna cum hard if you don’t stop,” he almost whined. “Please baby, I want to fuck you.”

You stopped sucking and let go of him with a pop.

“Lay back, Im gonna make you feel so good, you’ll be whispering my name in your sleep,” he said being cocky.

You did as told, waiting for him patiently but studying every movement. He put on a condom and kneeled between your legs. He hovered over you and kissed your lips. You felt him aligning himself with your entrance and you took a deep breath. “Relax,” he whispered on your lips, and with a gentle push, he was inside you. You hissed from the stretch, he just got deeper and deeper and then he got out, to get in again. He picked up a pace where it wasn’t fast but neither slow, it was the perfect pace to make you feel great. The combination of kisses, his hands and him moving inside you was perfect. He was driving you insane.

“Oh Yoongi,” you moaned. He kissed your cheek and said, “You’re so beautiful.”

After a while, a sloppy jerk of his hips hit you on that sweet spot, making you want more. “Right there please,” you said panting.

He kneeled on the bed and started going deeper on you. Your eyes rolled back, it was too much “Oh fuck! Yes!” You screamed. His thumb started drawing circles on your clit, he was trying to make you explode. You were a moaning mess, he was holding himself back.

You felt it coming, the knot trying to snap. “Yoongi Im gonna cum,” you said between moans.

“Come for me baby, let me see you,” he said panting.

You finally let go, your orgasm hitting you hard. Your back arched and a sigh of relief left you. You’ve never had such an orgams before.

“Fuck! You’re clenching me! Oh Im gonna cum,” he moaned. His thrusts started to get sloppy and with a grunt, he released into the condom. You felt him pulsing inside you and it made you shiver.

He fell on top of you, all sweaty but too tired to even move.

He kissed your cheek, your neck, anywhere his mouth reached. “I love you, Y/N, I really do.”

“I love you more, Yoongi.”

He kissed your lips softly and said “Let’s try it, yeah? I want to be with you.”

“Of course, but let’s rest. Im too tired to think right now.” You both laughed.

You were exhausted, so you fell asleep tangled with each other.

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regaldisaster · 5 years

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Look this thing i wrote, featuring, the Weiss’s brothers from @bloodthirstymoonstone !!

You killed Walter, you bastards!

(Inspired on the ‘last words to my muse meme)

It was funny.

This was far from the first person Gangrel watched writhing in pain, damn, he caused many himself! But it was something about seeing a civilian that didn’t had anything to do with the fight getting hurt…

...No...That wasn’t true either, was is? He had saw plenty of mangled up, burned up and broken man and woman when he was still a civilian at the first ylissean-plegian war, but he didn’t felt nearly as much need to kneel next to them, put their heads on his lap and hold their hands.

Maybe because Walter was that much of a wimp that he felt like he should do that? Like...A 3 legged pup! Yeah, that’s it...No, actually, maybe the pup would be more apt to be in the battlefield.

The injured man was a blabbering mess on his lap. His face was drenched in tears, snot and blood, and he desperately tried to form coherent sentences between wails of anguish and hiccups.

What a pitful sight…

Gangrel passed his hands through Walter’s hair and tried to shoosh the older man… Gods! Could you believe he was older than him? He didn’t looked a day over 37, maybe 38…

Why was he thinking that? This man was dying and the only thing he could think was how he sorta looked cute? Was he that detached from reality ,that he could just ignore the guts spilling from this guy’s abdomen and just think how he probably should have hanged out more with him and milk out those cute looks (despite his whiny attitude) ?

“Shooosh...It’s ok. The healer is going to come soon. Don’t cry.”

His voice was soothing and soft. Softer than he ever remembered being in a long time. Or maybe it was the contrast of it against the wall of wails Walter was producing.

“It’s ok. It’s going to be ok…”

Soft as the words were, the king didn’t knew if there was any true feeling behind them, they seemed hollow to his ears, but apparently he managed to convince Walter just fine, as his sobbing were diminishing.

“Gangrel?” The other’s voice was a airy, almost nonexistent. “Pl-please...D-don’t l-l-leeav--...”

“Hey, hey! i am here still ain’t i? If i were to leave, id’ done so some time ago…”

Oops, wrong thing to say, now Walter looks ready to burst up in tears, yet again.

“Hey, hey…” Gangrel guides Walter head up, so he would look at him.

He reaches down and places his lips on top of the dying's man cold sweaty forehead.

“Im here...Im here.”

Walter sobs one last time and quiets down, seemingly feeling confident that the ginger would not leave his side.

Gangrel had seen many people die, he had killed many himself…He didn’t understood what it was in this crippled sage that made him care enough to stay until his body turned cold, but he did.

Power move

(Inspired on me beings super dumb and shit!)

The askran leisure room was always bustling with life, maybe because the summoner always seemed to want to get more and more different heroes, or maybe it was because almost everybody took being kidnapped to this place like it was a extended holiday… The two mad man seemed to have the later stance, since Gangrel and Valter were having a pleasant talk about something or other (the subjects changed so quickly that the people who eavesdropped wondered how they went to talking about favorite torture methods to the new cool accessory Anna seemed to have came up with).

About midway through a sentence Valter stopped to check on his listener who, as he predicted, seemed to be staring right through him.

“Are you listening?”

The trickster little jump and look towards the wyvern rider was enough of an answer.

“Seriously Gangrel?” Valter didn’t ‘pouted’ but...He did made an expression close to that.

“Sorry, got distracted…” The ginger absentmindedly gestured towards Valter “I think there’s a bug thing on your hair.”

Valter eyes went wide.

Before Gangrel could ask what was wrong, the general was on his feet shaking his long hair wildly.

“Is it off?! Take it off!!”

Of course, this little freak out was quick to get the attention of all the people in the room, stunned by the strange and sudden bizarre actions of the cursed man. The ginger jumped to his feet and grabbed a hold of Valter’s face so he would stop making a scene.

“Stop it.” The plegian snarled. “Lemme see.”

If this didn’t had anything to do with him, Gangrel probably would be finding this scene funny too. This 1,80 wall of muscles and metal plating bending down, all frazzled, while this other guy looked through his hair ,like a concerned mother looking for lices on their kids head.

“Found it.” Gangrel said, producing from deep whiting Valter’s hair a big greenish black beetle...Now looking at it well, it was kinda of a gnarly looking beetle! Was is Askran only, he wondered.

The sound of stifled laugh and muffled chatter made Gangrel’s attention return to the room.

Oh, polite mockery. The worst kind.

Gangrel looked back at Valter who, predictably, looked angry at the whole situation (maybe a hint of embarrassment? Nah, he doesn't feel that kind of stuff anymore, does he?) the ginger wondered briefly if these people would still laugh if Valts was allowed to bring his lance inside the leisure room. Gangrel’s attention shifted back to the bug and it’s moving legs, the briefest glimpse of a memory past passed through his mind’s eye.

Oh, he had a plan.

“Well!” He said with a clear , well pronounced voice, catching the attention back of some of the people in the room. “That was certainly something i didn’t expected you to do.”

And with a fluid movement, without any hesitation, Gangrel placed the beetle in his mouth and took a crunchy bite of it.

The response was immediate. A girlish scream bounced through the walls, followed by wrecking and some astonished loud whispering.

The ginger kept grinning as he munched on his unorthodox snack, he lived for the attention, whatever the form it took.

Looking back at Valter, he could see him smiling.

“Damn, im parched. Want to ‘scourt’ me to the kitchen and get a pint of water?” The trickster continued the scene, cocking his hips and giving his arm, in order for Valter to take it.

“Id love to.”

The general hooked his arm around the trickster’s and walked him out of the room looking...Pleased? Yeah, definitely pleased.

#the king himself #build a king #the mun writting

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weirdness-on-the-roof · 5 years

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critical role episode 48 campaign 2 notes and funny lines post break edit:this has detailed notes on all the stuff that happened later in the episode including physical descriptions near the end. enjoy ya nerds

don’t steal the books from a high powered mage; don’t kill the dude; beau turning into cad; look at beau planning for the future

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is marisha flirting with matt via matt playing yasha and beau flirting with yasha?

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‘tea the international language’ but no earl grey

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wensworth the goblin

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coming from Cad ‘im a fine tea maker’ is kinda a threat tbh

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elf that isn’t white/European??? yay! also really old elves are cool

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beau and cad tag teaming a political chat with a mage this can’t end poorly

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Nott: :beau ruins every situation shes in and is very abrasive

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send the freaking cat!!! why not?? caleb my dude

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god i miss allura and gilmore currently

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fucking fuck don’t lie to the mage beau plz stop this is painful ‘you’re not wrong’ sure blame the ancient sea god

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‘on the verge of returning’ yea no duh you let him out 2/3 of the way so fjord could get a spell

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‘we found a thing’ so smooth and eloquent beau ‘it was presented to us as the happy fun time ball’

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‘butter fingers with magical items’

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beau getting a geography lesson from a very old powerful elven mage

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‘magical geometric orb that has the ability to bend time and space and fate’ which is kept in a hot pink magic bag that happened to ‘fall into [their] lap’

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‘if youre down im down is what im saying... i have a few slots open in my loyalty bank if you’re willing to pay rent’ says the 20 some human who punches things to the centuries old wizard ‘

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liam stress eating

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cad’s hope in the group is heartwarming

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tower metaphors and a conversation!!!

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caleb reading shitty romance novel and nott eating a fish outside a mage’s tower in the morning sunlight in a major city

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caleb takes the rear

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first name drop and a while

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holy shit 200 years of magic using

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cad explaining materialistic nature of the rest of the party to elf dude is hilarious

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teleportation circles?????? in return for access to the sphere!! oh shit thats good

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or candy

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crap. no one has insight checked this dude and they gave him the happy fun ball and made a deal kinda.

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‘how do we prove our loyalty?’ ‘by not fucking me over’ sounds like a good plan

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is this guy just caleb’s patron now on the low idk this is how my head works and he said learn

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“you have a geometric shape that makes babies?” “yea they talked about that”

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fjord just kills the dude

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‘i got banishment on hold just in case’ *cackling laughter*

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i agree with elf dude, him not knowing anything about the dodecha is more concerning than him knowing about it

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ALL THE CITIES FROM CR1 MENTIONED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! I STILL MISS ALLURA AND GILMORE

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good to know the pink bag protects from divination on this plane but just this one

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jester and the traveler figurine

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cad included the Traveler in the ‘chaotic forces’ i still think the traveler is some kinda arch fey evil things idk its real late here and this is incoherent

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‘well, thats been my morning tea‘

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caleb getting additional tour

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good aesthetic for the room tbh

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letting weird people in for morning tea is entertainment is a mood and something i strive to be able to do without getting murdered one day

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so yasha and caleb both have gotten the ‘stay with friends’ chat from a powerful being which is nice. but also the ‘use who you need to’ going to caleb is vaguely concerning

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personalized biscuits [bourbon, cinnamon, lobster, fish and three unknowns]

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‘caleb, what happened in there?’

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cad not believing caleb’s bullshit and opening doors for caleb warms my heart

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‘if this isn’t the death of us, and if not hes a good ally. somethings gonna be the death of us so [yolo]’

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‘you can’t bullshit everyone in this world’

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cad talking about beau telling the truth: ‘you’re not very good at it but you tried

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jester looking out for nott and her home town

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caleb and beau being cute while also giving each other shit is the most sibling like thing

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omg going back to allfield that was so long ago for fucks sake BRYCE my person thank god

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jester had a boy band phase its cannon and i think the girls had a sleepover in jester’s old room. also marion never leaves the hotel. THE RUBY NECKLACE MY HEART AND THE HONEY AWWWWW

‘the army of men and women and inbetween that will do as i want them to’ god i adore her being protective of jester

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also the fact matt makes such a good mom why is he like this

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travel time!!!! ‘roll for initiative’-tal

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how does matt keep these notes so organized and remember all the npc names

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the ranger/beast master in Laura is coming out with nugget

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caleb is a devout cat person and jester is the definition of a dog person

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nott refining oil on a magical moving cart, while jester reads a romance novel and trains a dog,

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Dyren- Beau’s roommate at colbot souls; ‘taught beau lots of really cool things’ got sent to a warfront. shaved head, dark clothes, buff b/c ‘been workin out’, ‘do you love her?’ they had ‘good times’, then literal booty call, and dropping locations, Dyren was in Bladegarden. ‘fierce eyebrows, pointed nose’

OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

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Vandren info drop to Fjord ‘he was making amends’

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Dyren responded and was hurt in Bladegarden but is safe. Beau looked immediately worried and happy about jester’s imput [’sounded way into you’]

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empire kids chat and caleb admitting insecurities about powerful people and being scared about the consequences of his actions and the group’s actions. caleb is scared about being forced to leave for safety and being ‘flayed alive’. my thoughts are he would leave if he became a threat to the others by being there or vise versa. trent would extort that b/c hes a dick

“caleb, unfortunately, you don’t get to choose who cares for you” you’re fucking correct Beau

“the problem with friends is that you have to care for them”

walks away “wow cool caleb! see- jester thinks you’re cool because shes your fucking friend!”

me too Tal “everything i like about those two characters in one conversation”

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5 years since Caleb left Trent and crew ie had a nervous breakdown

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gustav left town after being freed and trostenwald now has a WV accent that is too familiar

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100 extra soldiers in allfield. bryce is still up and kicking and wonderful. stuff ‘got this far east [quickly]’. the attacks came from underground apparently so fuck. the fields were burned, building destroyed a bit then they [Xhorhasians] left

“good thing is they’ve already been attacked so lightning doesn’t strike twice” oof thanks bryce

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beau just dead ass asking for illegal writing statements

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fjord having a thank u jesus bryce moment

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jester giving cad a pretty present is ‘so exciting’ and precious

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Cad not knowing cookbooks were a thing!!! and not being utterly literate enough to understand it

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wtf happened to liam’s voice in the ‘main export is oysters’ thing

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FELDERWEN!!!!!

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a dozen squads of 50 ppl each patrolling felderwen area so rippppp

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Nott knows where the halfing’s house is.... interesting... and is heavily drinking

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BLUE FLASH

elven woman in fine clothes of green and black ----lady vest durogna the arch mage of antiquity serboros assembly

a male figure in deep blue robes, older pale elf, fine clothes, the flash came from him----- martinette luden’th de____ arch mage of domestic protection

CALEB KNOWS THEM BOTH FROM THE ACADEMY AHHHHHH

he just lays flat and hides in the cart internally: ‘nopenopenopenope’

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several burned buildings, a warehouse, an inn, apothecary and several houses

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ohhhh shit the halfling was the owner of the apothecary and nott was looking for the shit she had been sending back this whole adventure....... im sad now that was confirmed

havent found a body of yeza

luke is yeza’s son at old edith’s house

halflings only produce halflings according to something i read at some point but forget where sooooooooo

shattered vials and materials and house stuff

CHILDREN'S TOYS

locked basement which nott knows of?? Nott is anxious and impatient when the door doesn’t open. jester fails, yasha rages and at a 19 and doesn’t break the door. ‘it wasn’t [trapped]’ but dispel magic worked to open it.

a 15′x15′ room, tossed ‘not like you remember’ to nott, a 2x3 iron chest. a single chair in the center of the room. definitely a struggle with heavy impacts and blade scratched on wall

nott was the torturer from the goblin tribe

chair was placed in the spot after the struggle

this was where he [yeza] kept chemicals according to nott

poisoned iron locked box (dull black glass) inside a retractable silver tripod to hold something atop it, 3 empty vials 1 full one with a liquid/gas fog like dull colored thing, a pile of destroyed notes [two pieces of still legible paper which have props]

dunamous field, causes ppl slow to be slower or faster, ‘captured crin operatives’ dunaments and dunamacy, origon gliffs, exist outside established schools of magic, theory in deeply rooted in arcana taken for granted, rooted in _____ town, 12-16 months to refine, word has found me that trent’s kiddos have knacks for this things, dreams are thrilling

well shittttt

crin on battle fields, ‘breaking fields of fate, fuck the raven queen

SHIIIIIT

a piece of dunemous

dodecha goes in tripod according to beau

chair facing chest

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cricks did this apparently

a little under 100 crowns guard killed, 4 civilians burned

soldiers just ‘slowed down’

left via tunnels and collapsed them behind them

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nott dont be a bitch and don’t get mad at caleb and call them ‘his people’

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cad picks up caleb and ‘youre not at fault here, youre the solution here. don’t let her anger... its not about you’

my HEART

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the chest is too big for the haver sack but fits in lorenzo’s bag of holding

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people have entered and exited since the attack and left the chair and stuff

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lots ‘o chairs

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nott needs to see ledith and uke (?) and not flip the fuck out

‘humble hobble’

nott looked like halfling plump face, braids, tan skin

edith- human older, grey hair, beady eyes, ever present smile like face

LUKE IS HER SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANNON

*edit- rewatching this and seeing ever one’s faces “wheres my son?!” particularly laura/liam/travis just hurt. liam just looked up after a second and travis did his face he does and laura just stiffened and eyes and hand to face. caleb/liam who knows just hugs himself the rest of the convo. marisha is note taking and fuck the video off now

about 5 yrs old, blue eyes, tan/light brown skin, halfling

gave him the doll of the king

IM GONNA CRY NOW BYE

‘HES PROABLY DEAD NOW TOO LIKE I THOUGHT YOU WER’

yenza locks him away when ‘the mean lady comes by’

mean lady has pointy ears and comes often, luke was kept in room, luke was pushed out of the house and told to go somewhere safe so he ran to edith’s house and ‘everything was on fire’

‘im not strong enough to come back yet but know that [im stll thinking of you and i send things] and i hope dad sends them to you.“ fuck my heart

“in my heart i think he is” “well don’t die”

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the elves are gong to the ruins of yenza’s house

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marisha looked so betrayed

tal ‘i was waiting for the riegel shoe to drop’

WOW

HEY CALEB- WOOOW

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we’ll pick up hiiiere

fuck you sam and matt and everything abou this my heart is just FUCKKK

ummm so enjoy the frantic poorly taken notes <3

#critical role spoilers #spoilers #lore drop #ohh shit #fuck you sam #not okay in the slightest why are you like this #i dont have words at this point

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obannthepunished · 6 years

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This weeks notes Mostly transcription this week i think, i tried my best for nott’s scene. as usual ignore the asterisks because theyre just notes to myself.

peace

Molly is Nervous (tm) abiut sticking around, or going to the gentleman

theres a fight in the evening nip, beau is fucking excited its thedd (halfling from sewers) and lewis (one of the ones that had run from the research facility)

N: "I got three gold on Thedd" M: Seems a bit late for a wager at this point N: Just you and me! M:.... fair. I'm in.

Thedd wins by standing on lewis' throat til he passes out holy shit M: (drops coins into Nott's hand) N, smug: Thank you :)

oh now Nott and Beau are fighting jesus christ. C: "I cast Haste on Beauregard." Laura: YOU PIECE OF SHIT **

J: Inflict Wounds (17 dmg) ((Fjord, changing his voice: "I GOT 5 GOLD ON THE HORNY ONE)) B: WHAT THE FUCK JESTER, Stunning Strike, (7dmg, jes fails con save (6), she is stunned, extra attack from haste, 6dmg) J: (is stunned for this round, until the end of beaus turn) B: Beaus the shit outta her ( 12dmg, 6dmg) ((MOLLY blinds her)) B: still goin, but misses 2 of em, hits on the third (12dmg) J: (goes down)

caleb: goes for the low five, and Beau just.... ignores him unintentionally bless.

Frumpkin is sent to lick the blood off of jesters face, Beau cleans her up <33

They are called to the gentleman's side

offered a forward of 500gp and a pot of 4500g to travel to Shady Creek Run, the criminals town, and free and bring back Ophelia... something, who corresponds often with the gentleman

the tldr of the second (250 adv, 1750 pot) is that the swamps are dangerous for the gentlemans safehouse which has gone dark.

theyre promised resources for missions from the gentleman

Jester: "IS HE MOIST"(re the gentleman)

they take on both, starting with the swamps. The Gentleman advises they travel the 70 miles above ground.

Fjord is so fuckin smooth talky wtf. they get greater heling potion(s)?? + cure disease? Caleb's gettin some ink + paper, but its not good for spells 8(

Nott keeps making water puns. im counting 4. and a hankie.

Jester wand of smiles Kutha again, poor kutha 8(

Caleb + beau ( + assumedly nott) go to pumat's

have they paid their inn tab??

Cay buys incense for rituals, probably find familiar lbh. he also gets his magical ink+parchment.

Beau is interested in the bracers of defence. Theyre like 1200gp tho arent they??? B: how much PS: 1200 gold B:HOLY SHIT PUMAT. [snip] B: HOLY SHIT PUMAT(S).

C: (tells beau he cast haste) B: YOU SLIP SOMETHIN IN MY DRINK CALEB??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN

they have 6 horses, 2 pulling, 6 solo. Jes is driving thr cart.

Caleb: (brings up the feywild) Jester: oh the traveller has told me about that!!

Frumpkin is (one of) the first cats yasha has seen 8'O shes fuckin loving it **

lots of fucking soldiers heading to war. hundreds, if not thousands.

night falls as they reach the origin of the. road. they cant find a campground because tal rolled SHIT even with advantage.

Jester + Fjord take first watch. (13. Nothing) Yasha + Beau on second watch. (14. Also Nothing.) B: We should huddle together for warmth??? Y: Fr- Frumpkin is keeping me. very warm. are you cold??? do you want my, my cloak? B: No, no my, my (jacket??? cant remember what she said) is fine, its htin, but its warm Then they talk about Yasha ands this is the furthest shes ever been. Y: "i like this stuff. Grass, and, things. you know." B: You appreciate grass?

B: What was your favourite part of xorhas? Y: I... dont know if i HAD a favourite part

this was the CUTEST shit

third watch is Nott + Molly (10, nothing happens) taliesin trying a jester voice makes me the heart eyes emoji

goblins canonically steal children what THE FUCK. And EAT them. But Nott, apparently, has not eaten a child. "My clan, we STOLE from people. money and clothing and things. And when things got tough, we'd steal the people too." Goblins dont do family. "I do not have an urge to kill and eat children" "i have cravings for... rats... cats-" (Caleb snaps) Frumpkin goes back to the feywild Yasha: =(

taliesin taking watch after rolling shit cmon. he gets 16. Noon, broken cloud cover, a tiny distant curl of smoke. oh not again. its a mile away tho so like

the smoke is coming from a small shack.

"For you, Fjord, I will make Frumpkin a bird." He doesn't though but its the sentiment.

Yasha gets shoulder frumpkin back!

The shack door opens to "an elderly fullblood orc" with hair and beard and all that shit.

for 1 (one) gp a month, you TOO can bother a whole old man orc. Jesus christ he had a battleaxe. puts it down, invites yasha and molly in. THIS IS SO UNNECESSARY Molly buys hide armor + 2lb of meat for 16gp. M: Perception check 10. Matt: "Okay." There is sOMETHING SUS about this.

and theyre off again, i am glad for this. i do not like elderly orc man.

yasha and molly double up on that goof "we totally killed him, three times." its very good

M + Y: What kind of meat is this? (fuck their rolls) its meat! its good meat!

M+Y take first watch, its 12. Nothing happens. Yasha collects some flowers to press awww. N+C Second watch, they roll w advantage lmao. 22. something is going to happen. "you hear the snapping of a twig. you see a shifting of shadow. a few things" Cay casts mage armor

Two arrows for Caleb. con saving throw. probably poison. 10. its poison. he is poisoned. fucks frickin sake. is it gnolls?? is it goblins??? hyenas??? furred barking things. wolves.

two ogres, a cluster of wolves, and goblin-like creatures

initiative order:

Beau: Nat20, 24 Goblins Caleb: 18 Fjord, Molly: 16 Ogres Nott: 15 Yasha, Jester: 6 Wolves

B: Jester, puppies!!

Yasha and Jester shrug off poison of those that hit them.

Caleb casts slow on one ogre. unrelated liam is so good???

oh yeah eldritch blast gets two beams of eldritch blast at lv3

Molly radiants once scimitar and cuts RIGHT through one of em. misses the second.

Caleb hit with a javelin, 4-5 inches into his stomach, holding itself upright. Caleb keeps the spell going.

Nott pretends shes one of them and aims for Caleb, hits the book instead. and nails it.

Jester (traumatised): CALEB!!! cure wounds 2nd level. but he is pretty fucked so its ok. he heals to full its ok its ok. Jester cares so much

Yasha pulls necrotic shroud! which as someone who cant watch TM, this is a reveal for me! :D

J: (to cale) Youre alive! How did- C: (monotonous) haha! funny, joke.

Fjord explodes a goblin Molly cuts one in half, vertically

Molly curses the ogre attacking beau

Nott shoots the ogre, and then the goblin next to her... but misses and is fucked

Yash gets the hdywtdt on one of the ogres

Beau @ necrotic shroud!yasha: you look... dope. You look FUCKIN HOT LETS GO.

cay has magic missile!

fjord gets the second hdywtdt w eldritch blast.

cay n molly go to retrieve stolen goods from goblin but apparently just Molly

Yasha necrotic shrouds when shes startled awake. F: Can you fly? Y: ...no J: Have you tried? Y:... yeah.

Yasha n Caleb have a conversation in celestial C: No really, are you an angel? Y: of sorts, i guess [snip] C: You will have to explain this now, or later. do you want to explain this now, or later? Y: i- ill explain it, just, maybe we should clean up first!

i have no idea whats going on but i heard marisha say "bad dragon" and im gonna die

J: Nott, are you okay? Was it weird to fight other goblins? N: it was... rewarding. I'm only sad that... one got away. B: Nott, do you share the same hatred in yourself? [snip] N: Do... do I hate myself? No. I'm... I'm cool. F: You seem excited to hurt your own kind. N: I know, I'm a goblin, for as long as I've been alive I haven't felt comfortable in, in there. I havent felt comfortable in my skin. It feels like I shouldnt be, i dont fit in with them. I feel, this feels WRONG, like I should be in a different body. The way they act, the way they are, it's not ME. They do horrible things to people, and they seem fine with it. I never felt the same with them. It's not that I don't like myself or anything, I think I'm okay, I just don't like how I feel when I see my hands, or my feet. They just feel wrong. I just want to be... different. C: Was there anyone you were close to? N: Not in my clan, but there was... someone. They tried me on different jobs but I was not a soldier, i was not a good cook, not good at sweing, or building, they stuck me with the torturer. I was the torturers assistant. there was a halfling village not far away and they captured someone from the village, they wanted me to kill him, but instead, I was kind to him. And he started talking, and my... fellow gobbies didn't like that, but they allowed it, because i was getting valuable information. [about halflings resources] I became friends with him. He was nice. J: What happened to him? N: I hope he got away J: Did you leave before him? N: We left together [snip J: Did you love him? N: .... I don't know. The halfling taught her how to speak in halfling, taught her about alchemy, when he has taught her everything, the goblins said to kill him. And she didnt want to. so she got REAL drunk, and shot another goblin in the ass. N: I hope he got away. We ran off in separate directions. I've been running ever since.

+1 to the quest log, find Nott's friend.

Beaus trying to be nice i love her.

C: I do not care. I know who you are now. (<333)

B: I think we're all a little bit of island of misfits.

F: You showed a lot of bravery tonight B: Nott, The brave. J: Maybe there is a comma.

Y: Nott, I'm sorry we made fun of you eating children N: I HAVE NOT EATEN CHILDREN

B: What got you locked up with this guy? (Caleb) N: Being me. Stealing food? C: You told me it was cherry wine. N: OKAY IT WAS BOOZE.

it is now raining.

M: Well, I'm sleeping underneath the cart! if anyone wants to join me... J: We wont all fit! M: We'll snuggle. *

Molly + Jester are under the cart.

"i tasted a baby once. ONCE. they were handing around a bowl, I didn't know-" -N Liam takes Sam's flask and takes a swig so i assume caleb does the same in canon C: "Who am I to judge?"

#Critical role #Critical role spoilers #CR Spoilers #Critical role notes

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cloudysfluffs · 7 years

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My Lovely Assistant~

(JACKIEBOYMAN AND MARVIN FIC BECAUSE PURE)

“Marvin, I really don’t have the time.” Jackie insisted as Marvin pulled him by the hand to his room.

“Aw, c'mon, Jackie! One trick, please?” Marvin whined, eyes lighting up from under the mask. Jackie rubbed his eyes.

“Fine. One trick.”

“Yes!”

Jackie, being a superhero, rarely got a break. So, times like this, when he did, he still seemed to have so much to do. Humoring Marvin was one of his favourites, but he wasn’t going to admit that. Marvin really was trying at this magician gig, and he was getting the hang of it. Jackie decided the least hw could do was play with him.

Marvin, however, had some literal tricks up his sleve. Jackie expected some card tricks, pulling a rabbit out of a hat, or something along those lines. However, Marvin had been practicing. Now, these egos didn’t fit within our realm of reality. They dont play by our rules. They have access to magical abilities. Which is exactly what Marvin was pracicing. He needed it. Not card tricks, no, something much more than just sleight of hand or luck. Marvin was going to become magnificent. He was going to prove it!

“So what do you want me to do?” Jackie asked, sitting on the edge of Marvins bed. Marvin flipped through a book of spells, waving his hand dismissively.

“Just lie back on the bed,” He instructed, eyes glazing the page. “Just relax.”

“Mm'kay.” Jackie did as instructed. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Reading.” Marvin scoffed. Jackie rolled his eyes.

“No, what are you planning to do to me?” He laughed. Marvin adjusted his mask, placing it back on the bookshelf.

“Levetation!” Marvin said excitedly. “Hopefully paralysis too. Hope you don’t mind being the test subject here, buddy.”

“No, no, it’s fine, Marv. You’re talking, like, legit magic here.” Jackie nervously explained. “Not really what I was expecting, but I’ll roll with it.”

“Sorry.” Marvin apologized, standing at the foot of the bed.

“It’s okay! In case this does work, you know how to reverse this, right?” The nervousness was very faintly visable through his words. Marvin smiled brightly, realiving Jackie to an extent.

“Of course! What, you think I was gonna make my friend float or paralized without being able to reverse it? Please!” Marvin laughed, watching proudly at Jackie’s relief. “Okay! Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Marvin rolled his eyes at Jackie’s unconvinced undertone. He was gonna prove he could do it! Marvin began mumbling so himself, shutting his eyes in concentration. Jackie smiled, placing his hands behind his head…when suddenly, he felt the bed no longer beneath him.

“What the-” Jackie gasped, looking down. He was floating?! This wasnt a particularly unfamiliar feeling, he could fly after all. Just something about it was different. Like someone had just got rid of a portion of gravity. “Marvin!”

“DUDE!” Marvin yelled excitedly. He was floating a bit, too, his hands very slowly curling and uncurling, causing them both to rise and fall. Jackie managed to get a center of gravity, and sit midair, watching himself rise and fall. Marvin, still in a standing position, opened his hands completely. Jackie gasped, feeling himself fall back onto the bed with a bouce, while Marvin landed on his feet, smiling like an idiot. “Jackie I did it!”

“Yeah, yeah, you did.” Jackie applauded, rubbing his head. “How did you land like that?”

“You know the saying,” Marvin spun, pulling the book back out of the bookshelf. “Cats always land on their feet!”

Jackie boo'ed at the pun, though was smiling as he did. He watched curiously as Marvin thumbed through the book.

“How are you even pulling his off?” Jackie asked, pushing himself back as to lean on the bedframe. Marvin groaned in playful annoyance.

“You ask so many questions!” He whined jokingly. “And a magician never reveals his secrets. So shush.”

They both shared a laugh, Marvin setting the book on a table so he could read it while preforming the spell.

“Paralysis?” Jackie asked, crossing his arms.

“Im gonna try it! Thats cool with you, right?”

Jackie nodded and leaned his head back.

“Get kinda comfortable,” Marvin chuckled. “You’re gonna be paralized, so…”

Jackie adjusted his position to a much more comcortable, though still heavily doubting Marvins ability to pull off such a trick. He opened his eyes half way, watching Marvins hands be surrounded by a glowing pink aura. It wasnt long until Jackie felt an odd, tingling sensation, starting from his head, and traveling downwards.

He knew, at that moment, something was off.

“Marvin are you- you sure this is the right spell?” Jackie twitched, the sensation covering his neck. He didn’t want to admit he was ticklish. He wad a super hero! He needed some dignity!

“I think so. Why, whats wrong?” Marvin asked worridly. The sensation paused at Jackie’s shoulders.

“N-Nothing. It’s fi-fine.” Jackie choked on his words. Marvin, though slightly reluctant, continued the spell. Jackie felt the sensations travel downwards, and when they hit his ribs, it slipped. “M-Maharvin!”

The sensation paused, holding its place for a minute. Jackie inhaled sharply, biting his lip to compress the smile. He could see Marvin, jaw dropped slightly. Oh no.

“Oh.” Marvin said, his expression morphing to a grin. He glanced over as his book, hand staying in place as to not disrupt the spell. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish?!”

“Obvihihi- obvious reasons!” Jackie growled, though his giggle at the beginning softened the bite of his words. Marvin cooed affectionately, smirking devilishly.

“Well, you were right. I did have the wrong spell. This one applies one of the more sinister methods of torture. One that you’re apparently suubject to. Tickling.” Marvin explained, waving his hand. This faltered the sensations on Jackie’s uper body, causing him to yelp. “Since we’ve already started this spell, might as well go through with it, right?”

“Nonono-nohooho!” Jackie fell into another fit of giggling as the sensations began to spread. Marvin glanced back at the spell book, then began wiggling his fingers slightly. This seemed to highten the sensations greatly. “Mahaharvin!”

“Yeees?” Marvin asked with a cocky smirk. He titlted his head to the side, leaning on the wall. “What seems to be the problem, Jackie?”

“All- Ahall of thihissss!” Jackie pushed in vain at the foreign feeling, to no avail. It was only a little away from his feet, already making Jackie curl up in an escape attempt. However, this only made Marvin ‘Aw’ at him. “Marvin, nohoho, plehehease!”

“Im sorry. Its for practice! You said you’d help!”

“I dihihidnt expehehect- WAIT MAHAHARVIN!” Jackie yellped, falling into loud laughter.

“Whoah!” Marvin giggled excitedly. Jackie shook his head violently, kicking the air.

“MAHAHARVIN PLEHEHEASE!” Jackie made a final attempt at escape, before succumbing to his defeat. Luckily for him, Marvin noticed the strain in his voice, and layed off. The feeling faded away, and Jackie lie there, giggling like mad. Marvin smiled in adoration, sitting on the bed next to him.

“Thanks.” He said with a grateful smile. Jackie caught his breath.

“Youre welcome.”

#marvin the magnificent #jackieboyman #tickle fic #fluff #jacks egos #lee!jackie #ler!marvin

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lizziebennet · 7 years

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Hi Aurora okay first tysm for your blog It's so lovely to have another person so passionate about my fave things (i.e hp and period dramas) Anyway, i recently read the HP series (again) and found myself feeling SO MUCH. I genuinely teared up at so many different touching parts and I was just wondering what are your favorite most heart-wrenching/emotional parts from the books? I realize this is a lengthy quesition so feel free to never answer this or take a year.

ye S SS i love being passionate ab things and sharing that passion w my followers!!!!! i love yall esp when u ask me questions like this where i get to talk ab my fave things everrrrrrrrr (ps thank u so much for letting me take forever to answer this ur so cute to say that ilysm)

ok so literally i will cry my way thru the entire series when i reread bc harry potter has so much emotional weight for me and so many memories that go along with it. but i decided to limit myself to just 10 bc otherwise id be sitting here typing all day. so w/o further ado:

AURORA’S TOP 10 MOST TEARFUL HARRY POTTER MOMENTS:

((in no particular order))

HARRY READS LILY’S LETTER IN DH: listen harry doesnt actually spend a lot of the books angsting over the fact that he doesnt have parents but in moments like this u remember he IS AN ORPHAN AND IT GETS ME SO HARD. fuk like just picturing harry crouched on the floor of sirius’s bedroom reading that letter… rereading it… crying… wow.gif!!!!! the line that makes me cry eveRY TIME is “She had made her g’s the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil.“ LIKE RIP RIP RIP ABORT ABORT ABORT ITS TOO SAD!!!!!

THE LOST PROPHECY IN OOTP: JESSESCREAMING.JPEG!!!!!!!!!!!! listen ,,, i talk ab this chapter so much on my blog. it is my #1 favorite moment in my #1 favorite harry potter book which is my #1 favorite series of all time. SO ITS A PRETTY BIG DEAL. harry’s reaction to sirius’s death… his anger at dumbledore… his grief… his discovery of his fate… its beautiful writing and its so painful but so amazing to read. LIKE!!!!! MY BABY!!! HE’S LOST SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!!!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!!!!!!!!!! “I DON’T CARE!“ Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”” LIKE LITERALLY WHEN I GET TO THIS POINT I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! also fun story: one time i was listening to ootp on audiobook while on vacation and we were in the car waiting to taxi on to a ferry boat and we were listening to this chapter when the ferry guy came by to take our tickets and i had like TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE and jim dale is yelling as harry in the background…. the guy was like ‘is this bitch ok??’ lmaOOOOo

HARRY AND THE MIRROR OF ERISED IN SS: this is another one of those moments where you remember that harry is an orphan and its /so/ painful. thinking about this teeny 11 year old baby harry sneaking out every night just to sit in front of this mirror so he can see his parents………my darling baby sweetheart i love him So Much. it just makes me so sad like hes /so young/ AND HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!! it also gives way to one of my all time favorite hp quotes: “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

HARRY STOPS SIRIUS AND LUPIN FROM KILLING PETER IN POA: me reading this part is literally ISAYTHATSMYBABYANDIMREALLYPROUD.GIF!!!!!! like!! my boy!! he finds out this man literally caused the death of his parents and he MAKES THE GROWN ASS ADULTS SPARE HIS LIFE… LIKE… he literally acts twice his age and is so mature and is just…….so amazing. it shows such strength and wisdom and it makes me SO PROUD. the way he references james also makes me cry because you see the relationship harry has with james even though he’s literally never met him and its so beautiful. i love harry so much.

HARRY AFTER SECTUMSEMPER-ING MALFOY IN HBP: this is literally the opposite of that last one where im so proud of harry this is def… not one of his best moments lol. he rly rly fucks up and his guilt is so raw and it makes me so emotional because i feel SO bad for him. its def an important harry moment in the books because it shows his flaws and the consequences of his rage, but it also shows how GOOD he is because he feels so bad about what happens and like willingly takes his punishment even though it means that he cant play in the quidditch match. he really like… atones and even tho its rough to read i def love that its a part of the series bc its a really like watershed moment for harry and i think it really reminds him of the wizard he wants to be. this part also leads to i think a more satisfying harry/ginny first kiss bc ginny defends harry and then him not going to the game leads to “several sunlit days” AKA ONE OF MY FAVE HP MOMENTS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

HARRY AND HERMIONE VISIT JAMES AND LILY’S GRAVE IN DH: “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.” THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS THAT I HAVE TO STOP READING BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS ANYMORE. I CRIED TYPING THIS. IM SO SAD.

THE FOREST AGAIN IN DH: hoo boy. hoooooo boy this is a Big One. this one is really…. wow. just. wow. [deep breath]. there is So Much in this chapter that makes me cry where do i even START. harry realizing that he has to die and ACCEPTING IT BRAVELY LIKE THE HERO HE IS. “Why had he never appreciate what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?” im crying….. hes so good. HARRY NEARLY STOPPING WHEN HE SEES GINNY and ginny’s crying and comforting some girl and im crying too. JAMES. SIRIUS. LILY. REMUS. WHEN HARRY ASKS IF IT HURTS TO DIE LIKE LITEARLLY I HAVE TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND GET UP AND WLAK AROUND THE ROOM BECAUSE I GET SO EMOTIONAL LIKE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! when harry sees harry and screams at him ……………… rip in pieces me!!!!!!!! ALSO ONE OF HIS LAST THOUGHTS BEFORE THE AVADA KEDAVRA IS OF GINNY AND KISSING HER……….. [GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]

BELLATRIX TORTURES HERMIONE IN DH: fuk this scene is no joke scary like it took harry potter to another level of real darkness. hermione being tortured was so chilling like beautiufl amazing smart snarky hermione it was so painful to read like my heart rate goes up when i read it bc im worried for my girl :/ and ron is sHAKING and like screaming and literally throwing himself at the walls to try to get to her and its SO upsetting like. they are still CHILDREN like theyre all so young and they dont deserve this like. hearing her plead and stuff … its just…. too much. these are my CHILDREN i have to PROTECT them.

HARRY DIGS DOBBYS GRAVE IN DH: this is another one of those harry moments where i just want to give him a huge hug. like he insists on digging dobby’s grave by hand which is just ..... [gets choked up] its fine. and his thoughts while he dig make me so sad. he so /tired/. hes so frustrated with dumbledore and he the hallows and the horcruxes and he feels responsible for what happened. and ron coming out and helping him dig silently makes me so happy and its one of those times u really see how much rons friendship means to harry. and harry comes out of this like ... older and more mature? his wisdom and knowledge is rly apparent when he talks with griphook and olivander right after this like. he knows what hes going to do. hes made his choice. hes not going to race voldemort for the wand. i love him so much for that choice. hes such a grown man in this part like accepting responsibility, taking care of hermione and everyone like getting things in order. i love him.

MRS WEALSEY HUGS HARRY IN THE HOSPITAL WING IN GOF: “’It wasn’t your fault, Harry,’ Mrs. Weasley whispered. ‘I told him to take the cup with me,’ said Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away. Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mothers face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.” HARRY POTTER DESERVES MORE HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he feels so guilty about cedric and god bless mrs weasley for telling him it wasnt his fault because it WASNT!!! he did so amazing in the graveyard like.. .he saw voldemort return and he fought him and he survived and he saw his paretns and hE TOOK CEDRICS BODY BACK SO IT COULD BE WITH HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!! HE TOOK IT BACK FOR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would die a thousand deaths if it meant that harry didnt have to experience this pain!!!!

whew so there we go!!!!! the bottom line is obviously that i love the harry potter series more than anything and specifically i love the boy harry potter so so SO much and his suffering is agonizing to read and he didnt deserve any of it!!! i can litearlly think of SO many more heartbreaking moments in the series but here are just a handful. happy birthday to harry!!!

#anonymous #aurora got an ask #hp #aurora RANTS

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noonachronicles · 7 years

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Don’t Be Yourself

Im Jaebum / JB X Reader

A part of the angst/fluff request prompts

Jaebum looked at himself in the bathroom mirror one more time. He hated ties, they made him feel like he was suffocating. He didn’t mind suits or dressing nicely. It was very specifically ties that drove him nuts. She, however, had told him too many times that when he wore ties it drove her nuts as well. Except it drove her nuts in a way that made the torture of the necktie worth it to him for the evening.

He slicked the hair back on the sides of his head and made sure that his pouf was pristine before calling down the hall. “Yah! Youngjae…Jackson.”

The other two young men were at his side in a second cooing over their hyung enthusiastically. “Ohhh Jaebum hyung, you look so good!”

“This is stupid,” he mumbled, “I look ridiculous. What a stupid idea.”

“No! No, Jackson is right.” Youngjae smiled happily adjusting JB’s tie. “You look amazing, she’s going to be blown away by this whole evening.”

“I fucking hope so.” JB sighed and left the bathroom. Down the hall in the kitchen he grabbed his wallet and keys off the counter and shoved them unceremoniously into his back pocket.

“Just…remember what we talked about.” Jackson said cautiously, seeing how agitated JB already was. “Light on the language, don’t make fun of her like you usually do, you know just…”

“Don’t be yourself.” Youngjae finished with a crooked smile. “Just for tonight. Make it special for her.”

JB sighed deeply once more knowing that his friends were honestly just trying to help him like he’d asked them to when he planned this evening. “Alright, I have to go now or I’ll be late. I -uh- I promise not to be myself.”

The drive to her apartment made JB even more anxious than he had been before. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. They’d been together for five years already. He knew she loved him, she knew he loved her. Jackson and Youngjae were right though, she’d put up with him for so long, she deserved this one night to be special. There was just a running tornado of confusion in his head as he tried to keep straight all the things he wasn’t supposed to do and all of the things he was.

1.Don’t be too overtly sexual when you touch, even though she’s been driving you into sexual insanity since the day the two of you met.

2.Do be a gentleman by holding doors, holding her hand, pulling out her seat.

3.Don’t be so quick witted. Tame your sharp tongue.

4.Do tell her how beautiful she is and remind her how much you love her.

5.Don’t be scared of your emotions.

6.Do let her know exactly how she makes you feel.

He licked his lips so much they were starting to chap but he did it anyway, one more time before knocking on her door. When she opened the door she took his breath away. He always thought she was beautiful but the way she looked in front of him in that moment was overwhelming. He thought maybe his heart had stopped as he stared. Her green dress accentuating her breasts and her hips. He already wanted to break Jackson’s rule number one, his hands belonged on her.

“Y/N…you look,” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat, “just stunning.”

“Ew,” she said giving him a stink face, “Bummie, stunning? Don’t be so soft. I was trying to be sexy for you.”

He laughed, relieved that even if he had to be polite tonight that she would keep the mood more natural. “You are both.”

“You’re being weird…” she said grabbing her jacket and purse, “but, whatever, feed me.”

“Yes, beautiful, of course.” he said ushering her forward.

The ride to the restaurant was more lively. She told him, using very colorful language, how much she disliked her boss and how he almost ruined the whole evening by keeping her late but she was not having it. He grinned as he watched the road in front of him loving how passionately she talked about pretty much everything, including her obnoxiously loud neighbor. He almost canceled the whole evening as she went on discuss her plans to move once her lease was up and how she hoped after dinner they could go back and have very loud sex.

At the dinner table the mood was different. He no longer had driving as an excuse to keep from talking. She eyed him suspiciously as he requested the most expensive bottle of wine they offered and then ordered her meal for her, which was unusual for him. She only responded with short answers to his polite line of questioning and squirmed in her seat from the uncomfortable energy between them.

“Have I ever seen you in that dress before?” he asked casually.

“Probably, why?”

“You just look so beautiful. I can’t believe I could have forgotten you in it.” he shrugged.

“Don’t you think I would look better out of it?” she asked playfully.

JB bit his lip. He wanted nothing more than to say the dirty things she was hoping to pry from him, but he could hear Jackson in the back of his head telling him not to take the bait, to make tonight special. “You could be wearing a trashbag and I would think you were stunning.”

She scoffed at his response but ultimately stopped trying to tempt him. They ate dinner peacefully. JB couldn’t recognize how uncomfortable it actually was because he had been so distracted by his own discomfort.

Finally back in the car she spoke up about how weird he was being, “Where is my boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” he said confused.

“First of all, you’re wearing a tie. You haven’t made a single comment about how good my boobs look. You didn’t say anything about what a gossipy bitch I was being earlier. You took me to dinner at the nicest restaurant in the entire city and it’s not even our anniversary. You held my hand during desert and you hate PDA. Clearly you’re some sort of body snatcher.”

“Wow, really? Body snatcher? So you think it’s impossible for me to be… what? Respectful and kind to you?” JB asked incredulously, “I mean if that’s how you really feel about me why have you stayed so long?”

“I didn’t mean that you’re incapable of it.” she backtracked, “It’s just unlike you. Especially all of those things at the same time? Don’t act like it’s not strange Jaebum. Don’t act like you’re being yourself.”

“What would you prefer?”

“I’d prefer if you would just be yourself.” she snapped.

“Fine, fuck it, let’s just go back to my place.”

“No.” she shook her head, “Take me home, I don’t want to be with you when you’re like this.”

“Are you serious?” he asked feeling all of his frustration from the evening coming to an angry head.

“Yes, take me home.”

“I knew tonight was a terrible idea.” JB mumbled but kept driving.

“Then why did you even ask me to go out?” She asked.

“Because I wanted to do something special for you…god for-fucking-bid.” He stopped abruptly outside her building. “Don’t worry. I won’t do it again.”

“Jaebum,” she said his name so softly feeling terrible about how quickly the night turned.

“Please just go.”

Without another word she got out of the car and watched him take off in a flurry. Back home he opened the door to what Jackson and Youngjae had refused to tell him they were doing. Which apparently had been to lit a million candles and throw rose petals all over his apartment.

“Fucking fire hazard.” He mumbled angrily and started picking up petals. He kneeled on the ground and tried not to think too much about how terribly everything had gone. Before he knew it his anger turned into his real feelings and he wiped several tears from his cheeks. “Dumb baby.” He sniffed defiantly .

“Bummie,” Her voice came quietly from the door he’d left open, “what’s all this?”

He stood up quickly wiping his face, “Why are you here?”

“I felt so bad when you took off. I grabbed the first cab I saw. I didn’t want us to go to bed angry with each other.” She said stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “What’s going on with you today? You’re being so weird, it’s scary. Are you…dying?”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.” He said dropping his handful of petals back on the ground as she stepped in front of him.

“Baby,” she cupped his cheeks in her hands, “You make me happy just how you are. I wouldn’t have stuck around so long if I wanted you to be someone else.”

He pulled the note from Jackson out of his pocket, the one with the rules and opened it for her to read. He watched her eyes dance across the paper with amusement.

“Jackson?” She asked, he nodded in reply, “Why can’t you be all of these? Why can’t you touch me the way I like and be witty and rude but also hold my hand and tell me you love me?”

His hands took their place on her hips and he smiled. “I love you.”

“Ugh, put your feelings away, no ones interested.” She grinned playfully.

“I wanna marry you.” JB whispered against her lips.

“Why?” she asked quietly.

“Because you have nice boobies.” He smirked.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “There he is, my man.”

“I mean it,” he said against her neck. One hand held her hip the other reached the zipper of her dress to pull it down, his fingertips sending shivers all the way down her spine. “I’m going to marry you.”

#im jaebum scenarios #got7 scenarios #kpop scenarios #jb scenarios #prompt request #completed request

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mizukikuramoto · 7 years

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“KILL JA̶CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN̵̛c Redemp T̨I̶̢on” Analysis + Theory

I don’t know if this is going to get any attention in the tag... that’s alright if it doesn’t. I just want to collect my thoughts into an analysis and a theory.

Well well well... Anti is back for more, and we also had the pleasure of seeing Dr.Schnee in action... Let’s just get to the point. Hey g͚̘͉̘̖̼̤͒̓̆̓͌̚͡ĺ̷̞̙̰̳͔̯̼̞̓̆͑̃̚͢͝ȉ̵̬͕̖̥͊̉̐̕̕̚͜͠ẗ̡̻̝͍͇́̑̈́̔̽̄͞͡͡ͅc̷̬̳̭͉͉͚̹̗̏͑̊̌̐̇͛́͡͡ͅh̦̘̪̥̽̾̒̋̉̃̀ͅ b̷̧̠͖̦̗̍͌̑̈́͗̇̕͜͠͡͠i̶̯̭͔̪̭̫͍̣͍̳͑́̈̉͌̆͞ţ̧̭͕̭̙̩͔̭̲͛̈̄̓̊c̬̰̞͔̹̱̙̪̹̳̉͌̀̃̒̑̚͡ḣ̶̨̜͙̜̙̔̈̋̋̕̕͝!̨̛̛̞̠̳͕̌͌̎̓͐͆͢ I’m going to shoot your plans out of the water!

But first, let’s dissect this video a little bit. I’ll be using time stamps as a reference.

[0:39 - 0:45] Jack feels sick and steps out of the video, covering his mouth as if he’s about to throw up.

[0:47] Ze good Doctah takes over! He is confident, per usual.

[1:22 - 1:28] “JackSepticEye. . . he is one of my dear friends.” Normal for an alternative ego to have a correlating relationship with the ‘main ego.’ He expresses an attachment to Jack.

[2:00 - 2:10] “Taking shape, taking form. You do not look the best. You do not look the way you have always looked. You do not look like... yourself...” A bit weird to say that after assuming a stomach problem. It’s as if Dr.Schneep is aware of Jack’s disposition, that Anti is slowly taking control of him and that it’s physically taking a toll on him... well, perhaps appearance wise, but the video in itself is showing that Anti is causing Jack to slowly inch to death.

[2:22] The first glitch is seen. Subtle, sudden. Dr.Schneep appears to be fine.

[2:57 - 3:02] “Always. Always with the mood swings, one time he is one person, the next time he is a completely different person.” I’m probably looking at this too much... I just found this interesting.

[3:07] Ze doctah’s eye is itchy... ehh, it’s probably because Jack’s eye is itchy. Nothing more probably.

[3:41 - 3:45] Dr.Schneep starts to worry about Jack. The appropriate response for a concerning doctor and friend.

[4:14] The second glitch is seen. Longer than the first. It looks like Dr.Schneep is getting a nose bleed, just like how Jack got one from the “Say Goodbye” video. This could be Anti infecting him.

[4:18 - 4:28] “I saved my very good friend Chase. Chase Brody, he went back. He saw his family. Did they take him back? We may never know--” I mean, there’s speculation that Anti already got Chase. I saw a picture of Anti with his hat in a post. Just a thought. Dr.Schneep is getting a bit more concerned.

[4:54] Preeeety specific with the ‘anti’ in anti-coagulants...

[5:03 - 5:12] “If something gets inside your body, and it wants to destroy you from the inside out, there’s only one way to deal with it and that way is SCHNEEPLESTEN.” Things are starting to get serious. It’s just like timestamp [2:00 - 2:10], it’s as if he knows that Anti is slowly gaining more control over Jack. The third glitch shows ze doctah with black eyes, just like Anti’s. Anti has now fully infected Dr.Schneep, and I think he knows it too.

[5:12 - 5:25] “You’re not... looking yourself. It’s getting very warm in here. . . very scary, very, very, nervous.” He is reaaaaally stressing out at this point. He’s trying to compose himself, but he is really worried about Jack and he’s getting flustered. Him saying that it’s very warm is probably due to him panicking.

[5:26 - 5:34] “What is happening? I feel it in my own arm.” Jack and Dr.Schneep are one and the same, they have a connection. Maybe it’s a heightened connection since Anti is inflicting pain on Jack while infecting ze Doctah.

[6:03] The fourth glitch happens. Dr.Schneep is rubbing his neck. It possibly connects to the slit on Anti��s neck? The one he stitched?

[6:32] The fifth glitch happens. Ze doctah is stressed out of his mind.’

[6:38 - 6:43] “You need... get... whatever is inside that brain! Whatever is inside, we need to get it out!” He is fully aware of what is happening to him, and he is stressing out big time because he is going to lose Jack if he doesn’t do anything. The sixth glitch shows Dr.Schneep convulsing, as if possessed.

[6:44 - 6:47] The flickering of the glitches are becoming more frequent, and Anti’s voice emanates from Dr.Schneep’s voice when he says ‘die.’

[6:49 -6:54] “Not again, I will not lose you. I almost lost you once before.” HE’S ADMITTING THAT HE STITCHED AND HEALED ANTI AFTER “SAY GOODBYE!” This is it! After Jack killed himself, Anti took over his body, and ze doctah stitched him back together. It’s still Jack’s body nonetheless! More flickering occurs.

[6:58] Dr.Schneep is freaking out, he has no idea what to do. He’s going to lose Jack. He is panicking.

[7:15] His attempts to save Jack are becoming futile. Systems failure is in the Zalgo/creepy font in cc. The camera flickers dimly to reveal Anti for the first time, smiling at us. Anti knows that he’s going to kill Jack, again.

[7:40 - 7:48] Dr.Schneep grows anxious.Anti speaks out from ze doctah with maniacal laughter. Anti has more control over him.

[7:51 - 8:02] “Ve need to save him-- I need your help!!” Dr.Schneep is being driven by fear and panic. The feedback of the camera is lagging. He knows his demise is coming, and now he’s screaming at the audience to help Jack. He knows that we, the community, can stop Anti, but he alone cannot. Anti continues to speak over ze doctah, telling the audience to save him and not Jack... just like he always wanted us to do. (By the way that was a pretty cool transition from Sean to Anti c:)

[8:05 - 8:10] “Antidepressants, Anti-- depress--press--press--press. We have to depress Anti--and--get him out of there!” He’s trying to fight against Anti’s influence. He doesn’t have that much time, and now he’s trying to go against the glitch to send the community a message to stop Anti.

[8:11 - 8:20] Anti fights back and manipulates Dr.Schneep’s body to hang itself on the cord of his headphones. Ze doctah- thank goodness that this happened- breaks out of Anti’s control and continues to do his best to save Jack. This shows that he was, originally, one of the strongest egos among Jack’s alternatives. Sadly, he’s losing the battle as he is slowly fusing with the glitches of the video.

[8:24 - 8:29] Dr.Schneep is stuck in the control of Anti’s glitch, which is apparent from his repetitive, yet contorted, mention of anti-coagulants. His movement is synced with Anti’s as the camera flickers between ze doctah and Anti, signifying that Anti has full control over him now. Their expressions match, the madness is taking over him with every pulse of a glitch.

[8:30 - 8:46] Ze doctah’s pain is either the connection with Jack slowly dying, or the pain is from Anti which he is inflicting upon him. Anti, in the background, continues to laugh as Dr.Schneep succumbs to the realization that Jack will die, that whatever he did made Jack worse, that his efforts were wasted on someone that was going to die.

This is Anti’s part. I’m just going to list out the important parts he says.

“im tired of playing pretend! sick of it!”

“and you thought you had him back”

“they all follow me”

“ive kept control all of this time!”

“i am eternal, always!”

“fooling around over, and OVER! in fucking circles!”

“mocking me with your ‘glitch bitch’ ” ha yeah shut up Anti you are a glitch bitch

“that doctor thought he could save him but he was MINE! he was weak!”

"who do you think youve been watching all of this time”

“powerless”

“my puppets”

“there are no strings on me”

So... what now.

What does Anti want? What is he going to do? Jack is dead... again. What happened to Dr.Schneeplesten? I have a few ideas as to what’s going to come in the future.

There’s a few new things he mentioned during his little hissy fit: “my puppets” and “there are no strings on me.” He’s talking as if he is a puppeteer, the one pulling strings in this entire predicament. He wants- desires for power, for control, and as we were watching,”powerless” and unable to do much at first, he was ever so slowly getting what he wanted. From this video, it appears that Dr.Schneeplesten is now under Anti’s control, making the strongest of the bunch submit to Anti’s will. It’s just like what ze doctah said: “If one goes down, then they all go down.” Anti is planning to take down every other alternative ego and to break their will so that he could enter easily within them. He was able to successfully infect Dr.Schneep by making him feel helpless. Anti slowly pushed Jack to death and Dr.Schneep couldn’t do anything about it, causing him to spiral into a heap of panic and mistakes. He was mentally broken, and that was when Anti entered. If he was able to do that to him, then think about what he could possibly do to the rest of them?

What I fear is that Anti will use all of the alternative egos against Jack. Jack’s creations will turn against him.They will torture him, just like how Anti did to ze doctah. They will do all the dirty work, and Anti will grab the opportunity to possess Jack and fully control him. In a way, it’s like a computer: if you take down all of the smaller systems in a huge one, then you can hit the center core of the process with ease.

Now... what can we do?

We fight back. We can think two steps ahead of what Anti is planning. We continue to strengthen our will for Jack to come back- especially when he broke his two video streak OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ANTI YOU BITCH- and to make sure that we #saveseptic/#septicsave rather than save Anti. If we break now in a heap of worry, which is honestly working Anti WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO JACK, then we are playing right into the his hands.

Let’s do this for Dr.Schneep! For Jack! We are more than one person. We are a community. We’re not going to let some petty glitch take over Jack!

On another lighter note, I hope that you enjoyed my analysis, interpretation, and theory! I would really love your feedback please dont roast me alive. I’ll be honest, I’m scared to post this over tumblr. It’s moreso that it might get negative feedback, but that’s the risk that I must accept. I never really popped my head and put my input in stuff, especially in Mark’s and Jack’s community, so yeah ^^’

Have a good day all. Stay awesome, you are all amazing.

#jacksepticeye #saveseptic #septicsave #jack #antisepticeye

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tisfan · 7 years

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All American Road Trip

Chapter One: Get out the Map | Chapter Two: (A Very Little) Leg Room

Chapter Three: (You’re Gonna) Sing the Words Wrong

I told a girl that my prospects were good And she said baby, it's understood Working for peanuts is all very fine But I can show you a better time Baby you can drive my car Yes I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you

--Drive My Car, The Beatles

There were a lot of things that Steve Rogers had missed about his best friend, Bucky Barnes, when Bucky had been lost to a combat mission. Had fallen from the train and in that one instance had taken everything -- everything -- in Steve’s life that had been good and constant and true.

He’d missed Bucky’s wit; the man was far too clever for his own good. Which had been a real morale boost during the war. Even when Bucky was suffering (and Steve had known that he was, but hadn’t known how to help, and Bucky had been so desperately trying to pretend that everything was normal, so Steve had just… let him) he was able to make quips and jokes and kept the men entertained.

Steve had missed Bucky’s steadfastness; there’d been something unbreakable between them. Neither of them would ever, could ever, leave the other behind. Steve knew, always, Bucky had his back. Which was good, because quite frankly, Steve had needed that when he was younger and smaller and couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. His need to prove himself had gotten him into more trouble than it had ever gotten anyone else out of. And Bucky had kept him alive, almost despite himself. (There were times when Steve had legitimately wondered if he’d been suicidal the whole time; wanting some back-alley thug to take him out, rather than choking on his own blood in a bed somewhere.)

He had not, however, missed Bucky’s singing.

Dear fucking Christ on a pogo stick.

More Below the Cut or read the whole thing on A03 [x]

Sam had found some music -- Steve was never going to reconcile modern artists to being musicians -- and the start of his gap-toothed smile had crept out as he hummed along. Sam had a nice voice, soothing, sort of like molasses-dark and a little burr in the way he dropped certain words that made Steve feel warm and happy.

And then Bucky started singing from the back seat.

The way he was sitting put Bucky’s face -- and therefore his mouth -- right next to Steve’s ear, which was completely unnecessary, since Steve could hear him perfectly well. Could have heard him pretty well if he’d been in the car behind them. In fact, that might have been preferable.

And the way he was sprawled in the backseat -- Natasha had once called it man-spreading -- and Steve had to admit when he twisted around to look, Bucky was taking up way more space than he needed to. Steve had seen the man’s bits and balls before, and he was pretty sure that even pumped full of Hydra’s knock-off version of the serum, Bucky didn’t quite need enough room between his thighs for an entire women’s volleyball team. It was distracting as hell once Steve noticed it, because then he kept wanting to look back there. That vee between Bucky’s thighs, the way the denim pulled over his legs and clung to his muscles, was a bitter temptation.

That was something else Steve had missed about Bucky, still missed about Bucky, since Bucky hadn’t yet made any sort of indications that their physical/romantic relationship was something Bucky wanted to pick back up where they’d left it off. Not that Steve blamed him; God only knew what sort of trauma Bucky had endured. Steve wasn’t going to be the one to start it. When Bucky was ready, he’d let Steve know. And if he never was? Well, Steve’s hand worked perfectly well.

Which did not, apparently, mean he was immune to Buck’s physical charms. Didn’t mean his eyes weren’t constantly wandering over the man’s body, storing up images and impressions to use at a later time.

Except for right now.

Because Bucky was singing, and how the fuck did he even know the words to this song?

“Seriously,” Steve said, finally, after the fifth or sixth song in a row that Bucky had known, word (if not note) perfect, “this is what you remember? How do you only know half of your life and yet you can sing Miley Cyrus?”

Buck shrugged one massive shoulder. “Don’t know. Just know.”

Steve didn’t want to say anything. He’d adjusted the rearview mirror a few times trying to see around Bucky’s head and failed miserably, but maybe that was okay, because he could check traffic behind them in the sides and watching Bucky’s face while he was singing was almost worth the terrible noises coming out of his throat. Bucky was singing. And he looked… happy.

And that was enough for Steve.

Except that after a while Steve was starting to look forward to commercials. Anything. Because dear sweet Mary, Bucky’s voice was terrible. And loud.

Bucky’s happiness, however, did not seem to be enough for Sam.

Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in south Detroit He took the midnight train goin' anywhere A singer in a smoky room A smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on, and on, and on --Don't Stop Believin', Journey

Sam punched the silver button, cutting Barnes off mid-note. For just a moment, the abused and tortured syllable lingered in the empty air while Sam scrolled through the available FM stations, trying to find something else.

He paused on a country station -- not that country music these days was anything other than pretty boys and girls with carefully cultivated hick images that sang songs specifically to pander to a middle-aged white audience and was therefore one of Sam’s most hated sorts of music on the planet -- but as soon as Barnes caught the rhythm, he was right back to singing. And if there was something that Sam wasn’t going to tolerate, it was the fucking Winter Soldier telling him that his tractor was sexy.

Just no.

Sam kept scrolling through the dial. Rap. Two beats and Barnes was rapping along, which was almost tolerable. Sam was pained by the theory of a white man rappin’, but it was somewhat better than the singing, in that Barnes’s I-just-had-the-most-amazing-sex-ever voice was better suited to rap than to any actual melody (Sam would have killed for an in-car karaoke set that had auto-tuner) but there was still back up singing, and Barnes’s voice wandered in and out of the proper range.

Sam couldn’t take much of that, either. Bad enough listening to Barnes butcher music, it was worse when it was music that Sam liked. Which meant he skipped right over the Motown station that Sam was familiar with from mid-state. Because just. No and some more no.

He stopped briefly on a hispanic station, the immediately identifiable sounds of a mariachi band coming out of the speakers. Surely, at least this would be something Barnes was unfamiliar with.

No such luck.

“How th’ hell do you even know Spanish?” Sam demanded, turning all the way around in his seat and the belt cutting into his neck.

“Forty million people in the United States alone speak Spanish,” Barnes said, “and four hundred million worldwide.” He paused, tongue flicking out to wet his top tip. “A sixth of the world’s population speaks Chinese, mostly Mandarin. The pervasive, slow power of American culture has not yet nudged English past third place as the most commonly spoken language, half a billion world-wide, most of them as a second language.”

“Well, that’s some good old-fashioned propaganda comin’ out of your mouth, Barnes,” Sam said, eyebrow quirking.

Barnes actually smirked. “You think American culture ain’t propaganda, I got bad news for you, pal.”

Sam sighed and fiddled the knob again, finally coming across a classical station with no words, which was boring, but at least easier on his ears.

Right up until Barnes started humming.

Seriously. How the fuck was he even doing that?

“What’s the next turn?” Steve asked. The way his hands were on the wheel, ten and two, you’d think the man was a proper driver. He wasn’t. He tail-gated and passed with inches to spare, and generally acted like the other drivers were combat enemies rather than people doing their daily commutes.

“We close enough now, there should be road signs,” Sam sighed. He hated looking at maps. Even if Steve had let him draw all over them with highlighters. He traced their route… gave the next turn.

“After this, we eat,” Barnes piped up. “I ain’t carin’ about any dead author’s house, Stevie, but if you don’t feed me soon, I will kill an’ eat the weakest member of our party.”

Sam did not look around to see if Barnes was staring at him, because if he was, then Sam was just going to have to punch him, and supersoldiers were notoriously hard-headed.

Also, Sam wasn’t entirely sure that Cap would back his play, this time.

“There’s snacks in the footwell,” Steve said.

“Not anymore, there ain’t,” Barnes said.

“What?”

“I ate ‘em all,” Barnes reported. “What of ‘em you didn’t eat. In case you hadn’t noticed, been handin’ em to you for the last fifty miles at least.”

Steve took his eyes off the road for a heart-stopping moment to verify that, yes, there were snack bar wrappers scattered all over the front seat’s foot wells. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

Sam did turn to catch that expression. Barnes was angry, exasperated, but under that, a touch scared. There was fear in the set of his jaw, the way his eyes darted around the tiny car. Knowing he was trapped in the back seat, that getting out past Steve would be an effort.

“Dude’s hungry,” Sam said, leaning back in his seat. “Best feed ‘im or it’s goan be your Irish ass on the line.”

“All right,” Steve said, his fingers tightening on the wheel for just a second, long enough for the cheap plastic to creak before he eased up. “Let’s catch this museum, and then we’ll have some lunch?”

Sam let Steve get ahead before getting out of his seat and pulling it forward so Barnes could clamber out of the back. The man’s spine looked painfully twisted already and he stretched mightily, showing off a brief flash of skin as his shirts pulled free.

Sam spoke quietly, both hoping that Cap would hear him and hoping that Cap wouldn’t. There was this destroyed look on Steve’s face every time he was reminded of what Barnes had been through. “You know, we ain’t your handlers. If you’re hungry, say so. You’re allowed to eat. Or sleep. Or take a piss.”

“Seventy year’s habit, hard to break,” he said, patting Sam’s arm hard enough to knock him two steps sideways. “If you’re feelin’ so sorry f’r the poor little Winter Soldier, y’could let me ride shotgun a while.”

“Hey, fuck you, man,” Sam said.

Barnes flashed him a barely there grin. “Buy a book, while we’re in’ere, okay? I’ll read it. Better’n singing.”

“Anything’s better than your singing, man,” Sam said and that wasn’t nothing but the truth. So help him Jesus.

“An’ I get shotgun.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Fine. Fine.”

Well, me and Mark Twain were having us a ball Telling each other lies, floating down from Hannibal With a bottle and a worm and a cane pole We were fishing for secrets where the catfish crawl And the Mississippi River's flowing downstream Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere downstream Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere downstream Gonna meet you in the water somewhere downstream Well, we picked up Harry Truman floating down from Independence We said "What about the war?", he said "Good riddance" We said "What about the Bomb, are you sorry that you did it?" He said "Pass me that bottle, and mind your own business" --Downstream, The Rainmakers

He wasn’t sure why Steve insisted on the stops; visiting the homes of famous people long dead had been barely interesting even before they were both older than the person in question. Now that he had lived -- sporadically it was true -- through a century, he found himself utterly uninterested in history.

Fashions had changed again. He’d been trained to blend in, so his eye was drawn to the differences in clothing between the older tourists and the younger ones. Brightly dyed and oddly cut hair was back in style; he hadn’t missed that when the eighties had passed, but at least this time he was old enough to not be expected to blend into a punk scene.

The tour attendant had noticed Steve. Of course she had, it was impossible not to notice Steve; the man was blinding in his grace and beauty. He shone so bright it was hard to look away; everything was dingy and smaller after he’d walked into the room. Using the distraction to slip away, avoiding the useless and somewhat tidied up historical information, he’d found his way to an employee break room.

No one was about, so he took the opportunity to raid the fridge. Someone’s turkey sandwich went missing, along with two bags of chips, a soda, and a bottle of exceptionally sweet tea. Yuck. Oh, look, cake. Only a day or two old. Not that he’d really care about that, he’d been known to eat food from bins on really bad days. This time, at least, he had a few twenties in his pocket; he left two in the employee fridge. Hopefully it would do.

Steve hadn’t even noticed the few moments that he was missing; that was good to know. If he decided that he needed to leave, he might get a few minutes lead before Steve was tearing the world apart looking for him again.

“Where’d you vanish off to, Barnes?”

Well, maybe not. Wilson had eyes; probably not so keen as his namesake, but good enough. Sneaking away and around on him was going to be like dodging the Black Widow. Possible, but he’d have to chose his moment carefully.

Why are you still planning to leave?

He pushed that aside. The habit of more than half a life’s span was hard to break. He always, always had an exit plan. He hadn’t stayed alive as long as he had by getting soft and complacent.

“There was cake in the breakroom,” he reported. “Still is.”

“Man, I ain’t eatin’ someone else’s cake,” Wilson said, eyes rolling up. “You--”

“Michael Phelps.”

“What now?”

“Olympic swimmer--”

“I know who Michael Phelps is, man,” Wilson interrupted. “What’s he got to do with you stealin’ someone’s cake.”

“For performance quality health, Phelps consumes twelve thousand calories per diem,” he continued. “Similar to functionality as an enhanced individual.”

“You eat twelve--”

“Steve is more efficient,” he said, shrugging. “Twelve is enough for him. My required intake on mission is more like eighteen.”

“Dude, you’re goan starve to death on this trip if Cap doesn’t up his game,” Wilson opined.

He shrugged. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t on mission, so his needs were less. And it’s not like they were road tripping in Siberia, where food was hard to find. The amount of high-intake food in American cities was obscene.

Wilson’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t think I’d need to tell you this,” he said, “but you are Cap’s whole life. Suffering in silence isn’t goan cut it with him. You saw what that man did to protect you; don’t you be makin’ it all for nothing.”

“Didn’t know you cared,” he managed to say around the lump in his throat. Of course he knew Steve had given up so much to protect him. Even when he didn’t deserve it. Annoying as it was, because he’d been doing fine without Steve around; things had actually been easier when Steve wasn’t around. Steve had a way of making everything louder. More urgent.

“Man, I don’t,” Wilson said. “I care about Cap, let’s get that straight. I near to made myself an exile for life to give him a chance of having you back again. That’s the smallest item on the tally of what you owe that man, so don’t you forget it.”

He scowled. “I didn’t ask him to.”

“Since when did that ever matter?”

Fuck.

#All Caps #steve x bucky x sam #road trip #revenge karaoke #can you move your seat up

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ok but while im here i might as well request something ahahah. what abotu a cute scenario with kuroo and tsukki where their s/o eats the guys' favorite food in front of them ? maybe because they had an argument and she's really childish or idek adn they like chase her around omg so cute aaahh

I feel like I maybe made this less fluffy by accident, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for your patience!

To any onlooker, they’re a perfectcouple; hands clasped tightly in each other’s, shoulders leaning in and bumpingin hidden multitudes, and their cheerful smiles beaming a sunflower aura aroundthem.

Kuroo supposes, grudgingly, thatyou are perfect. But sometimes, like today, you’re just a little piece of shit,and the hidden smirk behind the twist of your hands drums in that fact. Hesettles opposite Akaashi at the open table, and sighs dramatically when hefeels a wet spot blooming underneath his left thigh. Akaashi doesn’t even lookup from his study of the menu.

“Someone spilled water there earlier.”

“Right,” Kuroo huffs, “perfect.”

He’s not desperate enough to trust youyet when you offer to mop some of it up for him with a tissue. Handing you asimilar looking menu instead, your hands are happily too occupied to give him anymoregrief, deserved or not. He spies Bokuto watching the two of you bemusedly out ofthe corner of his eye, and his bottom lip trembling at the effort to keep hismouth shut about it, and rolls his eyes. He’s surrounded by complete asshats.

“Ready to order?” Your voice simmerswith something that’s too sweet to be safe, but he can’t say no to the way yourpinkie winds around his. Kuroo feels his face warm (ridiculous, frankly, it’stoo past the honeymoon phase for him to be a teenager) and attempts to join inthe conversation in his trademark mellow tone after the waitress walks awaywith their meals on jotted down on a pad.

At first, it’s appetizers. It’s just asmall tray of seaweed and an assortment of salted nuts and vegetables, and letno man say that Kuroo Tetsurou doesn’t eat his vegetables. Or at least he mostcertainly tries, but he finds himself grabbing at air with his chopsticks eattime he reaches for something. A little bewildered, he glances around surreptitiouslyat the table, and then at his friends, who see to notice nothing and areeagerly engaging in conversation about a particularly large butt-shaped bushthey found a few days earlier.

He supposes he can wait until his mealarrives. Kuroo doesn’t want to battle his apparently starving friends afterall.

He begins to grow suspicious when hisplate of curry arrives and it seems to be shrinking faster than expected. Likeearlier, everyone’s eating, blissfully unaware of Kuroo’s individual suffering,but each time he shifts or glances away from his food, it seems to decrease insize just enough that it grates on his nerves. He’s not an idiot, but apparently,someone on his table is a master thief, and he’s not swayed towards yourinnocence no matter how softly you knead his thigh.

“How about no?” He hisses at you, butthere’s no response, and Akaashi only looks up at him with an odd expression onhis face and yours doesn’t flicker in the slightest. Then, you smile, and itmakes his breath hitch in ways that assures you of your guilt. He frowns. “Younever smile like that when you’re being nice.”

“I’m never nice,” you murmur happily, “andthis is for you taking the last of my Kinder chocolate.”

“You said you’re on a diet!”

“Uh… you guys alright?” Bokuto asks, butthe shit-eating grin on his face is too obvious for words.

“We’re fine,” Kuroo answers smoothly,and reaches over to press a soft kiss against your lips. There’s a quiet ‘ew’from the other side of the table, and yeah, it’s pretty weird to taste yourudon in your saliva, but it’s worth it when he snatches the egg out of yourbowl.

He knows he did good when your mouthcrumples at the very noticeable absence of your favourite food. You let out abattle cry that almost shocks him out of his seat and you lunge over to clutchat his cheeks.

“It’s a pretty good tasting egg,” helaughs as he suffers through your ministrations.

“You took my egg! Out of everything! And my Kinder!”

It doesn’t help when Bokuto picks up theegg on his own dish and in a show of loving bliss, feeds it to Kuroo by hand.The anguish on your face flavours the food to perfection, and the rest of thethree troublemakers are quickly put out of commission from laughter.

Kuroo swallows his food, and you watchit go down his throat with growing misery, and he thinks that perhaps it’salways good to take a break before being beat to the ground a second time.

“Let’s drop by somewhere after we eat,okay?” He asks you knowingly.

You perk up at the sound of that, butthe wariness still sets itself in the lines of your face. “Where?”

He smiles, and this time you’re the onewho warms up, and unconsciously you find yourself pressed closer against hislean body as a natural reaction to his charm.

“We’ll get you some more chocolate,” hetraces a finger along the line of your cheekbone, and mollified, you sink backinto your seat with a small nod.

Akaashi shakes his head at the wholescene, and hides his smile behind a hand.

What’s new?Tsukishima’s greatest talent is being a dick, and if you thought that beingdrugged up on anesthesia would change that for at least a day, you were so, sowrong. In fact, where there used to be a sour pinch to his lips indicating thathe was holding a biting comment well behind his lips, now they’re just flappingdamn loose in the wind, and you haven’t had a second’s rest from his snark allday.

You wonder if it’spossible to put him under all the way, for as long as it takes. Maybe longenough for you to take a spa day to recuperate, because this is something thepolice should start training their cadets against- psychological torture.

“Flour? Morecarbs? What about your thighs?” He shoots them a glance and you smile behindbrittle defenses. “I guess you aren’t worrying about their size anymore, huh.”

“Okay,” you sayslowly, “no flour. No carbs.”

“Ookay,” he imitates you poorly, soundinglike the doped up man that he is, “then how are you going to make that new pie?”

“I’m not,” yousniff, “I’m going to make karaage.”

He has the decencyto look scandalized, a hand reaching up to cup at his swollen cheeks. “No.”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t eatthat!”

You pluck the bagof candy out of his hands and put it back on the shelf where it belongs. “That’sthe point. I’m going to make your favourite food, and I’m going to eat it infront of you.”

“I’m calling thepolice.”

“Kei, you can’tcall the police for dinner.”

“This is abuse!This is cruelty!”

If you were asmarter person, you’d have had the insight to film all this on your phone and usehis terrible behavior to haunt him later when he’s back from whatever cloud he’son, surfing through the waves of medicinal haze. You had felt sorry for himwhen you saw how poorly he looked after he had his wisdom teeth taken out rightafter the operation, but the doctor had released him early, saying that he wasfine, and apparently Tsukishima took it upon himself to appoint himself the newemperor of your life and main pain in the ass. You really need to google howlong painkillers last for. You’d rather sit through him grumpy than himborderline insane.

Still, you had totactically hide your grin at his childish whine- he’d never let you live thatdown if he realized. One obstacle at a time here.

He trails afteryou without another word, and you snap a sneak pic of his pouty face when he’snot looking. You complete your rounds quickly before he actually starts tothrow a tantrum in the middle of the supermarket, and the way home is a long,tiring walk of him listing all the reasons why you’re a horrible person and youshould suffer soup with him out of empathy if you wanted to go to heaven. Theonly improvement when you get home is the lack of blistering heat, and youfavour turning on the air conditioning at full blast than even responding toyour boyfriend’s taunts.

Tsukishima finallyfalls silent when he sees you take out the chopping board and the ingredients.The reality of what you’re about to do seems to hit him with funeral-worthysolemnity, and the process is significantly easier and dare you say, fun, without a man-child bothering you,no matter how much you love him.

You grab hisfavourite bowl from the cupboard and ladle in rich soup, stewed since six inthe morning, but he looks no happier in his seat by the dining table. Headcollapsed in one hand, Tsukishima reverts back to his primary school days,staring grumpily at the freshly fried, steaming stack of karaage, and if hecould sear the sauce into ash with his gaze alone, he would.

You take your seatopposite him with some rice and egg, and smile.

“Eat up, or you’llbe hungry later.”

He picks up hisspoon, and dips it into the soup. You grab your chopsticks, and pick up a pieceof chicken to press into your mouth. You watch as his throat gulps pure saliva,and the soup drips clumsily from his spoon.

“Please.” Tsukishima looks like he’sabout to cry, but you can’t find it in you to feel the least bit sorry for him,not after all that mess at the supermarket.

You take anotherbite, and grin.

“Nope,” youanswer, your lips popping at the ‘oh’ sound, and you think that’s what does it.Tsukishima leaps up poorly from his position and throws himself across thetable, almost snatching the food out of your hands. You jolt backwards, feelingthe fear of God thrust through you and you stare at him with wide eyes.

You don’t get asingle moment to relax at all- sufficiently throwing you off kilter, Tsukishimatakes the opportunity to slide an unfairly long leg to the left and zips overto your side at lightning speed. You dodge him just barely, but he follows youat breakneck speed until the two of you are chasing each other around the smalltable, food in your hand and your shrieks starting to sound like hystericalgiggling.

“Got you,” a hand snatches at the back ofyour shirt and you’re tugged backwards into a solid frame, the impact pushingthe air out of your lungs. His limbs are everywhere around you, you’re not sureif he’s hugging you, trapping you, or literally imprisoning you, but he’s noteven interested in you, just thepiece of chicken dangling precariously on the end of your chopsticks.

Tsukishima looksright into your eyes before leaning forwards and eating it up in one go.

You’re slackjawed, but not for long, and still laughing- he’s almost laughing too, youswear- you reach up onto your tip toes to press a soft kiss against the cornerof his mouth.

“You’re a moron,”you grin.

(You get your laugh later when the painkillerwears off, and he spends a good hour hating himself for eating crunchy food.)

#kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #female original character #sfw #fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #i writes the haikyuu

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