#I spelled collar color and im not changing it

[sp0o0kylights]

Part Two / Part Three

Ao3

It's 8:45 am. 

The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.

It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?

No one was complaining. 

They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves. 

It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.

He doesn't mind it.

Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.

This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.

Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.

(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise. 

The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)

As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.

 It was a nice little system that worked for them. 

A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.

This was not unusual.

Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face. 

What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand. 

The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.

Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him. 

(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.) 

"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it. 

"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.

Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.

'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'

Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him. 

"Mind if I have a word outside?" 

Dammit Eddie.

"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely. 

There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once. 

"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. " 

"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy. 

Wayne stared up at him. 

"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.

"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in." 

If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.

It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.

They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass. 

Hopper really did let the kid off easy. 

Wayne really did owe him. 

So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them. 

"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context. 

Wayne hummed to show he’d heard. 

“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.” 

A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn. 

“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.” 

A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut. 

"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?" 

The Chief chewed on his split lip. 

"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town." 

Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble. 

The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction. 

How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird. 

Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have. 

Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab. 

The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters. 

This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around. 

The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion. 

(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)

"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it." 

"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed. 

"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.” 

This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going. 

Hopper took a breath. Than another.

A third.

It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life. 

"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.

Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions. 

“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.” 

Wayne sucked in a breath. 

"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.

It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy. 

Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t. 

Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.

He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there. 

(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.) 

“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.” 

His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest. 

“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.

 “A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.” 

Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie. 

“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.” 

“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished. 

“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.” 

'Ain’t that the damn truth.'

“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind. 

This one, he figured, was the most important. 

“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.” 

Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one. 

It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.

Except, apparently, Steve Harrington. 

“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.

If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.

No point in it. 

“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn. 

“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say. 

Once again, Wayne waited him out.

“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.” 

A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.

How they almost hadn’t. 

“Alright.” Wayne agreed.

Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.

He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy. 

He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross. 

Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer? 

Wayne had a feeling it was needed.

#this has like t wo more parts #pre steddie #wayne as a BAMF #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol #Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries #and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will #you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down #like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck #nevermind you know the local power plant lol #and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit #your local hunters are gonna know somethings up #anyway #beat to shit Steve Harrington #my beloved #hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself #steve harrington #steddie #I spelled collar color and im not changing it #outsider pov #wayne pov #I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice #catholic wayne munson #jim hopper

[emsartwork]

Originally phoenix but it overlapped too much with the bird aspects of harpix so instead its now COATLNIX!! primarily named after the Xiuhcoatl fire serpent of Culhua-Mexica (Aztec) lore. I ended up kind of combining the phoenix and the xiuhcoatl and weirdly some aspects of Hephaestus for this. I have no idea where my brain originally wanted to go lol. 

lore and design notes and stuff below as usual

So just like Sirenix, Harpix, and Dryadix, Coatlnix is earned through a quest. Elemental quests are traditionally initiated through the corresponding elemental companion, but a “cheat code” exists in the Elementix Compendium to kickstart each of the quests with out a companion (if the fairy already has Harmonix obvi). The Coatlnix quest is. weird. A lot of the fire/energy associated ethereal magic doesn’t have a super concrete element to work with in the magic dimension, so the quest is less about obtaining physical objects and more about using magic to manipulate objects. The Coatlnix quest requires a fairy to take a small piece of metal, wood, stone, or other natural elements (metal is traditional) that can be transformed by fire. They put the chosen item in the middle of a cardinal direction magic circle. The fairy then has to focus their magic and send four tendrils of magical flame through the cardinal directions to the item. The goal is to transform the item into a Coatlnix Ingot. this sometimes takes Fairy several tries, especially if they haven’t studied witch-style spell casting. After the fairy succeeds, they present the Ingot to the Source of Coatlnix on planet Magix. and it takes shape as part of the neckpiece/armbands in the transformation. Unlike like the sirenix pearls and harpix feathers, there are no riddles to solve to get a seed, instead Coatlnix is more like Dryadix. The Elementix Compendium discusses mineral selection, smithing, glass blowing, wood burning, and proper ritual magic techniques. There is still some kind of virtue trial in order to get the ritual to actually be effective but its literally just like. attention, perseverance, dealing with frustration, etc. 

Design! I’ve described Coatlnix/Phoenix before when talking about Daphne and the elementix here and largely I did stick to the original aesthetic. I didn’t cross the fabric and the metallic bodice as much as I wanted but that’s just how it happens sometimes  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . So Coatlnix features! Hair turns into fire in the fairy’s magic colors and mimics the fairy’s natural hair texture, the eyes are also completely color filled. A metal neck piece matches the wrist/hand bands in shape and color.  A metallic, segmented, bodice with dark edging. The skirt is pale loose fabric, it can be multiple pieces, looped, tied, bunched and occasionally attached to the bodice. All feature safety shorts underneath because that’s important to me lol. Shoes are metallic strappy sandals. A sheer piece of fabric streaked with metal flecks is attached at either the wrists or the fingers and usually goes up the back to attach to the bottom of the bodice or the neck piece (in between the wings). The wings are very glowy, and resemble feathers in flame. So for biological reactions, Tecna has a little, Stella is about average, and Bloom is.... unique. because she’s Bloom. The bio changes mimic the Coatlni. Fairies gain a feather crest, feathered collar bones, flat scales on the breast bone, regular scales on the hands and lower legs. The hands/feet also gain talons and the feet extend to become more digitigrade. While the least human looking of the elementix inspirations, Coatlni still have a human-esc consciousness and create their own impressive communities on the shelves of volcanos. They look like snakes with feathers and two small arms. The feathers are actually more like extended, flexible, scales, they’re very shiny and gem or metal like. 

 (Sketchy coatlni below, im iffy on the wings) 

BLOOM. So bloom is real wild in this one because she has the dragon flame attached to her core. With out the dragon flame she would look a lot more like stella (gonna do a Daphne set eventually or you can go to my patreon to see a sketch version of nodragonflame!bloom) So bloom gains more dragon like features than Coatlni ones. horns, fangs, dragon ears, larger taloned hands and feet, feathered flame on her forearms and calves, more powerful dragon-y legs (as opposed to the smaller dexterous coatlni style ones), and more protective scale patches.

idk what im gonna work on next, maybe cosmix? maybe elementix witch forms? feel free to let me know what you’d wanna see lol 

#winx #winx club #winx bloom #winx stella #winx aisha #winx layla #winx musa #winx flora #winx tecna #winxems #winx fairy #winx fairies #winx transformation #coatlnix #winx fanart #flame #fire #fairy #dragon #magic #just realizing now that i low key took the flowy fabric from cannon bloomix and put it into this oop

[neon-draws-sometimes]

I DID IT I FISNHED THE ONE SHOT!!! NOW I JUST NEED TO EDIT AND IM DONE

if anyone wants to read it and tell me about any spelling or grammar mistakes, I’d really appreciate it :D

He was doing it again. He walked up to the door, to your door, and knocked on it.

“Knock knock,” It said, in a voice so close to your own, but still slightly off. 

“Who’s there?” The voice on the other side responded with delight.

It made you sick to hear him pretend to be you like this. What was the goal? He already was possessing your body, wasn’t that enough?

You tune out the rest of the joke and you try to concentrate. You need to find a way to break his hold somehow. Thinking on his traits, something slowly dawns on you, feeling like cold water poured down your back. He seems to know more about than he really should. It’s almost like they’ve known you before, like they’ve done this to you before. No one else has even seemed to notice anything wrong with you. Unable to breathe, you start to feel like you’ll be trapped in your own mind forever, like your friends will never care. You can’t even breathe, he’s taking that from you too. Besides, it was already a better “you” than you ever were, it put in more effort than you, why did it even matter? Almost nothing had changed to the eyes of everyone else. If anyone did find out, surely they wouldn’t care. 

You snap out of your thoughts as your body gets up and brushes itself off. 

“Well that was fun, but I must ketchup later,” He says, taking a swig of the condiment.

The lady behind the door laughs.

“Thanks for mustard-ing up enough courage to tell that one. I will relish these puns.”

With that, he somehow manages to skate a bit down the trail despite wearing your slippers, sliding along the snow. He then, like usual, opens an odd swirling colored patch in the air, and slides into it. 

These patches seem to be the main way he uses your “shortcuts”.

On the other side, he lays you both down until you fall asleep??

The next day, Fresh gets up. Today is the day, it settles. He had always had this in  mind and figured when the day would come, he’d feel it.

Fresh thinks that in order to spice things up a bit, he would also change into his more usual outfit. Seconds after he made this choice, he was already wearing it, having used his magic to transform Sans’ ordinary clothes into something more his style. He was now wearing an unbuttoned bright cyan and purple jacket, which had a white stripe with a cyan squiggle in the middle, a pink collared shirt, and some ridiculously bright cyan and green shorts, which had some zippers across them that were completely functionless unless you wanted to remove the bottom half of the shorts for some reason. Fresh sensed his host’s mind cloud with confusion as he attempted to make sense of the absurd change.

Fresh strolls outside and looks around with satisfaction at another day with no one suspecting a thing. He waved to a couple  of Snowdin’s residents as he makes his way over to where he had noticed a camera before. It wants everyone to see want it has planned, so checking for the camera is important. Happy that the camera seems to be in working order, he creates a portal to the ruins, where Toriel should be.

“Oh! Hello there! I wasn’t expecting a visitor. How did you get in here?” Toriel said kindly.

“Hey Toriel.” Fresh rasped, a threatening edge to his friendly act.

Before Toriel had time to react, Fresh leaped out and grabbed her, quickly dragging her through the portal.

What was he doing? He had gotten himself behind the door and taken the lady. It knew her name. It disturbs you how much he knows. 

“Hey Tori! C’mere for a sec!” It said, with a menacing edge to its voice.

“Where do you take me? Where am I?”

It yanked her towards its level, so that they were eye to eye. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

Suddenly, your body convulsed with a coughing fit. You hacked and coughed until your eyes watered, and you started you wonder if you were dying. Maybe that would be the best for everyone. Whatever it was planning would be stopped and you wouldn’t be in pain any more. But then, Toriel would never know that you were the talking to her through the door. She’d think you abandoned her. And broke your promise. Maybe she’d start to hate you. Not that what was happening right not wouldn’t make her hate you. 

With a final cough, distracting you from your panic, your body stills. And then you notice something lying in the snow. A bright, searing green thing.

Fresh almost laughs aloud, hearing his host’s thoughts spiral out of control, but manages to keep it down. He doesn’t want to ruin the tension he’s created in the air. Of course, he couldn’t help but push some of those thoughts into his host’s head after he heard the direction they were going. It was just too amusing to pass up. 

But now Fresh needed to focus. Picking up the lime parasite lying on the ground, he brought the squirming mass closer to Toriel.  Still holding firmly onto her shoulder, he placed it gently on her shoulder, giving it a small pat of encouragement.

You really wished you didn’t have to watch. Not that you even had a sliver of a choice. 

He made her like you. The thing that was standing there wasn’t your friend anymore.

It made your guts turn to see. You felt hollowed out.

“Hah, sweet! The parasite took to her.”

…if you had your thoughts interrupted by this annoying voice one more time!… you were briefly enraged, until you remembered it didn’t matter. You weren’t getting out of this one. You weren’t going to bother fighting back anymore. It’s just a waste of your time.

Fresh silently celebrated. They’d done it! Of course there was a little pushing on their part but Sans concluded it all by himself! Finally, he had gotten a host to completely give up despite still physically having enough energy to keep going. This was a fun challenge to attempt. Fresh was quite glad they’d came up with it, and patted themselves on the back. Literally. Finally it could feel the sweet feeling of victory. It was a great feeling, warm in their chest, though brief. It always faded in the end, leaving him empty. 

(note I have no idea why the whole things in a different font it won’t let me fix it. if you read this far, let me know if you see any grammar mistakes ! Ty)

#My wips #utmv

[fruggin-bitch]

ask game from this link

1. chipotle order? I haven’t actually ever eaten chipoltle :/ 2. thoughts on veganism? I think vegans are really cool and come up with great alternatives for meals without meat that have the same amount of nutrients! 3. a specific color that gives you the ick? That tone of yellow-green that looks like baby vomit. Also super bright hot pink hurts my head 4. mythical creature you think/believe is real? Honestly- I’d believe that anything could be out ther in the ocean. Mermaids? Why not. So much of the ocean is undiscovered so there could be legit anything out there 5. favorite form of potato? Twice baked potatoes or McDonalds fries 6. do you use a watch? Nope, I did for a while but I hated the weight on my wrist 7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? Turtles!! 8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?  Not really. If im gonna change for whatever reason I’ll just throw of whatever pajamas I have clean or a big hoodie n shorts 9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)? Nope even though I probably should lol 10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? Ive never actually been on a plane BUT I do prefer apple juice 11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to? I have a stuffed hippo from when I was a little baby and a stuffed dinosaur that my childhood best friend gave me when we were five that I named after him 12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%? Uhhhhhhh idk man I just grab Walmart brand 13. first thing you’re doing in the purge? Honestly I got no clue id probably just like walk into the bakery I work at and take some of the stuff that I don’t wanna pay for that looks tasty 14. do you think you’re dehydrated? Probably I don’t drink enough water 15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning. uhh freezing cause I think it would be quicker and id get nerve damage, then burning for the  same reason cause id definitely get damaged nerves and would feel less I think, then drowning cause you’re completely aware of the water and pressure and augh im so scared of drowning dude 16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip? LOVE IT god I love mint stuff its so tasty 17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday? Chew on my nails and pick at my skin 18. your boba/tea order? Mango or peach tea with black boba pearls, mango jelly and cream foam 19. the veggie you dislike the most? Broccoli. Cant stand the shit 20. favorite disney princess movie? Does moana count? Otherwise I rlly like brave 21. a number that weirds you out? Hmm I don’t know, maybe three 22. do you have an emotional support water bottle? nah 23. do you wear jewelry? Yeah I have a necklace that I wear every day with a witch’s pentagram on it and a bracelet from one of those save the ocean groups 24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?  American mostly with some British spellings thrown in there 25. would you say you have good taste in music? I mean I like my music taste but that’s really subjective 26. how’s your spice tolerance? Absolute shit dude, my tastebuds are so weak 27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit? My favorite ripped jeans and a collared shirt with a crewneck sweater over it with converse, and for summer its jean shorts with a blue knit tank crop top and converse 28. last meal on earth? Uhh mac n cheese or pho 29. preferred pasta noodle? Mmm I really like farfalle or ziti

#ask game #bean thinks #i was bored

[ssamie]

one. MIYA TWINS

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

"oyakata-sama.. why are all my things in little bags?" she asked in a timid tone

y/n was standing infront of her estate, fresh out of training only to be met by ushibayaki himself, along with about twenty duffle bags filled with her possessions

"ah, y/n. how are you today?" he asked with his soothing voice

she blinked repeatedly as a bright pink hue covered her cheeks and ears

'oyakata-sama' s voice is so smooth and pretty!!' she fawned

"i-im very fine, oyakata-sama! and i wish you good health!" she exclaims flusteredly

"thank you, y/n." he said with a soft chuckle "i sure hope the skies are clear today" 

"t-the skies are very clear!" she squeaked out, biting back a huge grin as she held her flushed cheeks in her hands. she squealed mentally as ushibayaki held out his hand which held a letter, only for the twins to grab it and voice the writings out 

"the new kimetsu dojo has been moved to the hyogo region." they read simultaneously "while we build your new estate, you and the other slayers shall live with host families, whom were picked by oyakata-sama, himself."

the girl blinked in shock as she listened intently to the twins' words. she fiddled with her dual toned hair as she sent her estate a longing glance. 

"l/n y/n. for a given time period, you shall stay in the miya residence. the miya family, has agreed to our conditions and have sworn to provide you care and shelter for as long as needed." 

"miya residence..?" she muttered in response 

the twins nodded as they disposed of the letter, standing back behind their father. 

"b-but what about obanai-kun?" she mumbled worriedly to herself 

for as long as she can remember, obanai has been staying at her estate with her. she's been so used to his presence, that she has already started seeing him as a brother or a dear friend, whom she entrusts her life to. 

"iguro shall stay at a different residence." ushibayaki chimed in 

upon hearing his voice, she straightened up and took a deep breath as she felt herself unwind. its as if his voice alone could put her into cloud nine. 

"i've taken the liberty to book you a ticket, y/n. your train leaves in three hours." ushibayaki said 

she blushed madly as his soft hands grazed hers upon giving her the ticket. 

'h-his hands are so smooth and big!! i wonder what it's like to hold them..' she thought to herself 

"we'll be off." he announced "i wish you well, my child" he said with a smile as he waved at her direction 

"thank you so much, oyakata-sama!" she bowed in gratitude 

she heard him chuckle under his breath, as well as the sounds of his and his children's footsteps gradually fading until it fully disappeared. she then stood straight as she looked around, only to find them gone. 

"oyakata-sama is so nice!" she squealed "uwahh!! he even got me a train ticket!!" she gushed flusteredly as she hugged the said ticket to her chest 

"y/n?" obanai's voice rang across the air. the black haired male peeked out of the estate's door, smiling under his bandages as he watched her jump around in glee and flusteredness by the gate 

"oh, obanai-kun!!" she exclaimed as her eyes clashed with his heterochromatic orbs 

"y/n, welcome back" he greeted in the softest tone 

she ran towards him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, smiling brightly as she blabbered about her deemed 'life changing interaction with oyakata-sama' 

"oh, hi there kaburamaru" she said as she petted the snake with her finger 

"i see you've heard the news" obanai mused "i prepared you a bath and a change of clothes, already." he said "i-i just figured you'd be tired from training.." the male had a soft blush on his face as she started thanking him profusely, bringing him into a hug once again as she does so. 

"thanks so much, obanai-kun!! you can join me if you want" she proposed 

obanai blinked in response to her suggestion, glancing at kaburamaru before looking back at her 

"join you?... in the bath?" he asked warily 

"of course! it's not like we haven't done it before!" she said with a soft laugh 

obanai didn't laugh with her. instead, he was frozen in place, blushing madly as she pulled him along to the bath 

"now now, obanai-kun!" she cooed "you're basically like my brother! you don't have to be so flustered!" 

obanai's visibly mood visibly shifted upon hearing those words. his brows furrowed as a small frown etched onto his lips. "right.." he muttered gloomily as he turned away from her and began to undress 

she was humming a sweet melody as she undressed from her uniform and haori, facing away from him as she does so. 

"have you figured where you'd stay, obanai-kun?" she asked him with a questioning hum 

"nowhere special.. im simply staying with an elderly couple. i heard its not that far from your place, though" he replied. obanai sighed, putting his folded up clothes aside as he loosely wrapped a towel around his hips. 

"ooh!! that way we can meet up and walk to the dojo together, isn't that nice?" she hummed with a sweet smile. she dipped herself into the huge tub, smiling sluggishly as she felt the hot water drown her stress away 

"yeah" obanai replied curtly. he stepped into the tub, settling down beside her as he rested his head upon the edges of the tub. 

"i'll miss you a lot, obanai-kun~" she cooed at him "it would be so strange not coming home to you, anymore" she sulked with a small pout 

obanai simply smiled and nodded along. his lightly scarred and calloused hand rested upon the crown of her head. he massaged her scalp lightly while his other hand combed through her long pink and green hair

"i'll miss you too, y/n" he whispered. his words were slightly muffled through his bandages, but she understood him nonetheless. 

she sighed lovingly as she laid back against his chest, letting him rest his chin upon her head as he loosely wrapped his arms around her 

"i hope your host family treats you well, y/n" he said with a smile. his heterochromatic eyes look at her with love and endearment. gazing at her face and down to her collar bone. 

obanai swipes the stray strands of hair away from her neck and shoulders, nuzzling his cheek against her head as he closed his eyes. 

"im sure the miya family are very nice and collected people" she said. she giggled as she splashed the water around with her legs. 

"i heard from oyakata-sama's children that there are twins in the family" she said 

"im sure they'll be nice and friendly!!" 

"tsumu come back 'er ya dumb piss head pig!!" a loud voice emitted from inside the home 

"get the fuck away from me ya abusive dog!!" another voice yelled in response 

she smiled blankly as she stared at the door, her fist paused mid knock as she waited for the yelling to die down a little "its alright.. the miya family is nice.. they're very nice.." she chanted repeatedly under her breath 

"i must've came in the wrong time, that's all" she chuckled hesitantly 

breathing in deeply, she put on a smile as she raised her fist to knock once again. though before her hand could touch the door, it suddenly swung open, and revealed a tall blonde boy about her age, looking quite irritated 

she yelped and retracted her hand, opting to raise it to wave instead. 

"h-hello there" she greeted him 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"hey there, pretty girl" he cooed, smirking down at her with half lidded eyes as he leaned against the door frame 

'me? pretty?!' she panicked inwardly 

'he should be saying that about himself!! he's so tall and lean!! and his hair looks so soft!' 

she couldn't utter a word. she felt so small under his gaze. so she simply blushed wildly in response as she continued praising him in her head, acting as if he was a god to be glorified. 

"the hell are ya standing there for-" 

another boy came into veiw. he looked exactly like the blonde, except this one had gray hair and had a more sophisticated aura about him. 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"ya must be the new girl" he said "im osamu, that's atsumu. feel free to call him fatsumu or pisshead, no one'll mind" osamu said

"oi! shut yer trap!" atsumu snarled at him, obviously agitated that his brother was making fun of him infront of a pretty girl

'h-he's just as handsome as the blonde!! if not, more handsome!! he's so cool and mysterious!' she gushed in her thoughts

'osamu.. osamu.. that's such an attractive name..'

'atsumu.. atsumu.. i could keep saying it forever!!'

"come in" osamu said, pushing his twin aside as he gestured into their home

"right! thank you.." she replied, bowing her head in thanks as she bends down to pick up her bags

"nah, just leave that there" osamu intervened "we'll carry yer bags for ya"

"oh, thank you!" she beamed in response

'so i was right, they're both nice after all!' she thought to herself

she walked in the door, taking off her shoes and neatly placing them by the mat in respect. "im coming in, sorry for intruding" she announced to no one in particular. she marvelled in the fairly large home. her sparkling eyes darted from every nook and corner, observing every piece of furniture with interest. 

"your house is so pretty!! it's so much more different and modern than my estate" she gushed 

"why thank you, l/n-san" a feminine voice said 

she whipped her head around to face a lovely woman, presumably in her early thirties, smiling warmly at her. "you must be mrs.miya! thank you so much for letting me stay in your home!" she exclaimed as she bowed in gratitude 

"its alright! no need to bow, dear" she chuckled 

"you can call me y/n, ma'am!" she suggested with a bright and blinding smile 

the woman simply nodded and held out her hand for the girl to shake. "then you should call me mom or ma. since you'll basically be my daughter for the time being" 

her pale green eyes sparkled at the woman's words, a blush forming on her cheeks as she nodded eagerly. "okay! i'll call you mom!!" 

"oi! samu, tsumu! hurry up, lets get to know 'er together!" she called out 

"hold yer horses mom!" atsumu replied with a groan "were doin somethin right now!" 

y/n whipped her head around to see both of the twins struggling to carry all her bags. feeling bad, she then stepped up to help them. "im so sorry!! i'll carry these, you can just show me where to go" she suggested 

"nah, it's fine. yer probably real tired" osamu declined "these bags are real heavy" 

"mhm, leave it to us, pretty girl~" atsumu cooed at her with a wink 

she gushed in her head once again, blushing madly as she praised the two boys with vigor. 

"ah, no its fine.. im not that tired anyways" she said with a chuckle. she then bent down to stack the bags up, there were about five huge duffle bags in total, and carried it all at once. 

"see! im fine!" she cooed at them, followed by a beaming smile 

the twins couldn't do anything but gape at her as she started walking ahead of them, flawlessly carrying the bags with ease. 

"damn, that girl is strong" atsumu said with a whistle 

"shut the fuck up, tsumu" osamu muttered 

"whyre ya so mean to me?!" atsumu whined 

"ehh?! that's so cool, osamu-kun!" she exclaimed as she listened to osamu with sparkling eyes 

"really? it's just onigiri though.." osamu replied with a small laugh 

"well, i think it's cool you like making onigiri" she said "just like how i like to make sakura mochi!!" she pulled out a fairly large container, placing it on the table and opening it for them. "i even brought you all some of it as a thank you!" she exclaimed 

osamu reached out to take one, nibbling slightly on it to test the taste, while she fiddles in anticipation. 

"this is really good" osamu complimented with a faint smile 

her face exploded into all shades of pink, fluateredly basking in the compliment as she shakily handed him more "a-atsumu-kun! would you like some as well?" she asked him with a smile

atsumu, who was initially pouting and grumbling as he glared at his twin in jealousy, now perked up and nodded at her 

"here you go" she hummed as she picked up a mochi with a stick and handed it to him 

"... well i can't eat it like that" atsumu said with an exaggerated sigh 

she blinked cluelessly at him as she looked down at the perfectly fine mochi in confusion ".. what?" she asked 

"i said i can't eat it like that, pretty girl" atsumu smirked at her. the blonde leaned on the table from across her and pointed to his mouth. "you gotta feed me properly" he sneered 

osamu rolled his eyes while their mother laughed at his antics. 

y/n simply nodded as her hands trembled in a concerning amount. she cupped her hand under the mochi to catch any crumbs as it neared his mouth

"o-okay.. say ahh" she cooed bashfully 

'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh' she chanted repeatedly in her head 

'im feeding atsumu! im feeding him?!? is this real?!'

atsumu grinned brightly at her as he complied, opening his mouth for her.

'mskskka his mouth is open?!?! atsumu looks so cute!' she gushed  'he looks like a little kid' 

atsumu smiled gleefully at her as he chomps away on the sweet treat, his eyes crinkling as a soft blush covered his cheeks "thanks, y/n-chan~" he sang out 

"no problem, would you like some more?" she asked him with a close eyed smile 

atsumu's jaw dropped. he stared at her with glimmering eyes as he nodded eagerly like a child. "holy shit, samu. she's so nice. ya should try acting like that sometime" atsumu said to his brother 

"fine. say ah." osamu grunted as he picked up a mochi 

as atsumu looked at him in confusion, he took this as an opportunity to shove the sweet treat into his mouth, letting the blonde choke. "what- AGH SAMU!" atsumu exclaimed 

"how was that, fatsumu? would ya like some more?" osamu cooed in a sickly sweet tone "HMPH! I HATE YOU!" atsumu huffed and crossed his arms 

he didn't attack osamu like the latter had expected, instead he pouted like a child as he gave y/n his best puppy dog eyes. "y/n-chan~ osamu's being mean" atsumu whined "we should leave him here and hang out together instead" 

"oi oi oi!" osamu scowled in a warning tone "yer makin' me look bad! don't ya dare corrupt her!" 

"y/n don't go with that pig. stay here, I'll make ya some onigiri" osamu suggested 

"ahm, okay..?" she responded with a confused smile 

"NOOO!! yer just gonna talk shit 'bout me, its better if she hangs out with me" atsumu said with a glare. just before a fight could ensue, mrs.miya stepped up and pushed the boys away from each other. 

the woman wrapped an arm around y/n as she gave the boys a look. "well, 'm sorry to break it to ya, but she won't be hanging with anyone yet" she spoke in a sweet tone, though they could clearly tell she was simply masking her agitation "she has to get prepped and ready for school" she said 

"y/n-chan is transferring to inarizaki tomorrow, so im counting on y'all to help her, aight?" 

the twins blinked in response. looking back and forth from their mother and y/n, and back at each other. "well, 's fine. i can show her around tomorrow." osamu proposed 

"nah, i'll show her around" atsumu chimed in 

"no. i'll do it. yer ass isn't needed 'er" osamu scoffs 

"i won't take crap from ya so shut up" atsumu scoffed back 

"uwahh!! atsumu-kun and osamu-kun looks so manly when they fight!!" she gushed quietly as she watched them banter 

mrs.miya laughed at the girl's words and patted her head softly "well, that's a first" she mused "usually folks would get annoyed but apparently not you" 

"but miya-san!.. or er- mom! the twins are so cute and lovable!" she countered "how could anyone get annoyed by them?!" 

"SHUT YER TRAP 'SAMU!" atsumu yelled as he slapped osamu' s nape

"why you.." osamu muttered in anger "... YOU UNMANNERED MONGREL! DON'T FUCKIN HIT ME!" he yelled 

"sweetheart, the reason is right infront of you." the woman deadpanned

though the pink and green haired girl simply shook her head and grinned. "they seem very lovely to me!" she said 

"if you say so" 

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Welcome To The Pack: Sing My Song

Part Two

Summary- 7.5k Steve Rogers x You. Having you back makes the Alpha very happy, and has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Which you don’t have any issues with that. Shuri continues her work with you, and making progress everyday, enough so Steve hopes to take you on a run through Wakanda. Bucky and his team are drawing in on Brock, but will they be able to take out the ex Alpha and his bitch for good? Warnings- Smut and Violence. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​

A/N- Im breaking this into 2 parts. Its long and I feel like its just a lot to handle all to once. So next chapter will be posted soon. As always, Thank you for sticking with me and The Pack, I hope you all enjoy. As always feedback and your thoughts are encouraged, I’m always open to hearing what you all think and would like to see for them in the future. Happy Reading 🐺❤️

Part One / Chapter 8 / Masterlist

Brock did nothing to fight back or defend himself. His eyes glittered malicious at Bucky, baring his teeth at Bucky. 

“Cassandra really had NO idea what you were. You were just such a good fuck and easy listener Barnes. You should have heard her screams when we showed her what you were, what we were.” Brock taunted, making Bucky recoil slightly hearing him.

Brock's taunts gave Alanna enough time to shift out of Bucky’s sight, for her to slink around the room and low to the ground and start to approach the White Wolf from behind. In Bucky’s mind the White Wolf paced, wanting to rip out Brock’s throat, lap at the hot spurts of blood that would spray. But then he noticed the silence, his ears flicking around but he heard nothing. 

<Where's the bitch?> the White Wolf snarled out.

 Bucky started to turn enough to see a rush of tawny fur leaping at him, and he spun to kick out, catching the Wolf in the ribs and sending her flying back. But it was enough for Brock to knock the blade from Bucky’s hand, and push him back to get out of the corner. He was hitting Bucky in enough different places that it was leaving Bucky too disoriented and a collar got shoved around his neck from behind. Bucky heaved his shoulders to dislodge whoever had come up from behind, and he sent Wanda sprawling against the floor. 

Brock was quick to back off once that collar went on him, barking out at Wanda who was just getting up to go for Bucky once more. “GIve it a rest, witch. We got him now.” Wanda subdued herself once more, that vacant look melding into something new, something controlled. 

“Wanda, you can fight this.” Bucky's hands went up to the collar tight around his neck, growling in anger and frustration, but doing his best to keep it together. Brock gave an amused laugh as Wanda continued to ignore Bucky. 

Alanna whined as she moved to a stand and shook herself out, not too injured from being kicked and started to shift back and get dressed once more. From the stairs, Pietro sent Clint tumbling down to land in a pile at the landing, unconscious now from whatever the twins had done to him upstairs. Bucky's fingers curled around the collar, trying to figure out how to get this particular one off. It wasn't metal like the one Pierce had used on him, no secret button to press. This was supple leather, molding around his neck like it was a part of him, thin, almost unnoticeable. He tried wrenching the leather against his neck to make it snap , but the leather never gave, and neither did the clasp holding it in place. 

“Don't even bother Barnes. That isn't like Pierce's contraptions. These are the real deal, you are ours now Bucky. You and your friends too. Teper' tvoya moya sobaka.” Your our dog now

“What the-” the man clammed up, Bucky and the White Wolf being pulled out of control of his body, and his eyes snapped from their usual friendly blues into cold steel. 

“Ahh, that's better.” Rumlow circled Bucky, leaning in close. “You will no longer answer to Steve Rogers, although I’m not sure why you ever did. You had the power to take the Pack from him. You now listen to me, Soldat.” Bucky stiffened more, and he too fell into the spell that the rest had. 

After Natasha left with Stark's Jet, Steve was able to borrow a jeep and took you out for the rest of the morning into one of the nearby markets. Once he parked the jeep, the two of you started down an open market lane. You and Steve were sure to pause and admire the carts of bright beautiful items Wakandians made for sale. Steve watched how you would pick up little trinkets made of the Beli wood and would sit the little trinkets to balance on your palm. Steve noticed you favored the animal shapes, little tree frog mid croak, then an elephant with its trunk curled over its head, one of a sitting  hyena pair, and a parrot that had spread wings like in flight. But the one you kept picking up was a little panther one that matched the cliff face carving that could be seen from the balcony of the room you shared. Curling your finger along its back before you set it down, you hummed happily as you wandered to the next merchants stall. Steve though stalled, watching you pick up a couple of scarfs, their colors vivid as you twisted to hold them up to the sunlight, the color seeming to meld on your face, lighting your eyes a whole new color. 

When you had stepped away, Steve picked up the small carved Panther, and subtly paid for it. Once it was handed back to him, he slipped it in his slacks out of sight when you came back to him, holding up a few scarfs. “I think I'm going to get these for Wanda, Sara and Natasha.” 

“They would like them, but what about one for you?” He asked, his hand moving to rest in the small of your back while you both went back into the stall to look.

You glanced at the colors, and then there was one that reminded you of your Alphas eyes that happened to catch your sight. It was a streak of blue and yellow and you picked it up to add to the arrangement you made. Handing it to the merchants owner, you gave a shy thank you. Steve wrapped an arm around you as the two of you continued down, and Steve happened to pause at another booth, overlooking some blades that had a unique sheen to them. As soon as Steve touched one, he was intrigued. The weight felt like it was made just for him, and he let his thumb trail barely along the edge of them. He was surprised with the immediate red beads of blood following along the barely there cut. “What are these made of?” 

“Vibranium sir. Each blade will fit to its owner's needs. The weight will change, absorb energy, be lethal to any target. These blades will never grow dull with use. I wouldn't normally sell these to any visitors, but guests of the Kings, feel free to choose from what I have to offer.” His hand swept over the collection, and you were fascinated watching Steve go through them. He obviously had a few people in mind as he set more aside to purchase, right along with several lethal looking arrowheads. 

The rest of the morning the two of you shared bites of food from samples offered, you would laugh at the occasional face Steve would make when he didn't care for the taste of something. Dropping his head to nip at your lips and growl against them that he prefers the taste of you instead. You glanced up at him and leaned up to your tiptoes, biting gentle on his jawline, before flowing to his ear. 

“I plan on finding out soon if you taste as good as you look.” 

Cerulean eyes widened as you sauntered away to where music was playing, your hips swaying back and forth, and joining in with others enjoying the music. 

<She got you that time.> The Alpha had a smirk to his tone, huffing with amusement at Steve's still shocked look. 

She gets me all the time, this time isn't anything new. 

When he finally reached where you were wandering while listening to the music, and engaged in several conversations with the Wakanda merchants. Steves wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to your neck first. You arched your neck just a bit for him,  and he let his mouth linger against your temple, whispering just to you. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked as you watched some people weaving baskets nearby. The Wolf in him sighed in content when you nodded, and slid a hand under his shirt, pressing your hand against his back for the contact. “Yes, Alpha.” 

“We should probably get back, you still have a session with Shuri.” He didn't want to, but a glance at the time on the phone showed it was near noon and he wanted to eat lunch in the room before you two headed down for what he was hoping would be the final session for you with the Panther. You gave a soft nod, and he weaved his hand with yours, leading you back to the car. 

Driving back, it was a quick trip up to the room. The kitchen had already brought up a spread of crackers, fruit, cheese and some meats. In the heat the two of you shed your clothes, opting for something lighter and more airy before moving the tray out to the balcony, still in the shade, but able to enjoy the expansive view before you two. Pouring glasses of water, that Steve was sure to hand one to you while you leaned against the railing, looking over the view. 

“One day I would love to come back, if T’Challa would have us. Really explore.” There was so much they haven't seen, not with how tired you have been after your sessions with Shuri. 

“I'm sure we can Little One.” Steve rumbled, his sensitive to the light eyes squinting against the bright light. You nuzzled under his chin, and pulled him back into the shade to relieve him. Steve broke into a grin as he sat down, and wrapped an arm around your hip, pulling you into his lap. 

“With proper sunglasses next time, I promise.” He nipped at your shoulder affectionately, and you nodded, reaching forward for a piece of fruit, popping it between your teeth and chewing with a snort. 

“And all sorts of sunscreen. You burned a bit from that walk in the market this morning. There might be some aloe vera in the bathroom I can put on that for you.” Your fingers slide very gently along the back of his neck, where it has turned slightly red. Steve lifted his hand to feel the back of his neck, and sure enough there was a touch of heat.  

“Be gone in a couple days.” He assured you as he nipped against your jawline, rubbing a hand along your hip to steady you as you leaned for another piece of fruit from the bowl. Reaching for a piece of pineapple, you straightened and pressed it against his lips, so he would take it. 

“You know what they say about the pineapple, don't you?” You teased as you nibbled on a piece of cold cheese, smirking slightly. 

Steve's eyes shifted to yours, and you could see how your teasing was making them shine a bit more, as he tried to keep his voice as innocent as possible. 

Which really wasnt alot. 

“Oh something about tasting better?” He growled as his lips pressed to yours, pulling slightly on your lips before pulling away. You grinned when he did and nodded. 

“Mmhm, not sure what exactly? Maybe I will just have to take my time exploring to find out.” 

“You do that Little One.” He growled, even the Wolf started snickering at how the two of you were teasing one another. 

You nibbled your way along his bottom lip, the short hairs of his beard tickling you. A press of your tongue on the seam of his mouth asked for entrance, and when Steve opened to you, you were able to lap at the roof of his mouth, his own movements mimicking yours in that moment. You started humming at the sweetness the taste of fresh fruit left, his own tongue pressed against yours more demanding, wanting more of you. 

Hands started to match one another, yours cupped his face, and his braced against your back to arch you in closer to him. Sliding down his neck and to his chest, you started to tug at his shirt to lift in, needing to feel the spanse of his chest under your palms. All that power is just sitting there in your control. It was a head rush for you to know that the Alpha would do anything to keep you happy, and happily the favor was returned. Even though giving the bite scared you, if Steve really asked for it, you would allow him to mark you wherever he wanted his mark. 

Your fingers are curling against hard pecs, and burying in the dusting of hair, Steve’s grasped the curve of your waist and lifted you enough to straddle his lap, wanting you as close to him as possible . There was a growl against your mouth and Steve pulled away to place deep sucking marks against your neck. Your hips started shifting like they had a life of their own, grinding yourself against him for that friction his hard erection gave while straining to bury into your heat.

Steve craved the skin to skin contact, and his hands released you enough to reach over his shoulders to grasp his shirt and roughly pull it off. Yours too was in the way, grasping at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head to drop it on the floor nearby. He marveled for a moment at the sight of you, and dropped his head to kiss the swells of the tops of your breasts in that similar way he was kissing on your neck earlier, your fingers clutched at him and a sigh escaped you at the coil he was building in your core. Fuck if he didnt have a hold on you, letting your body just lean into his hands, one pressing against the small of your back to hold you still while he removed your bra. Letting it fall to the ground, he nuzzled and kissed your breasts, bringing a nipple to his mouth, the hot lashing of his tongue, and pleased rumbled vibrating from his mouth through you to make you clench at the sensation. Your head fell back and lips parted to inhale deeply, sinking into the sensations of his hot lips and wet tongue teasing you while the brush of his beard brought its own tingling sensation. 

“You feel so good Alpha.” he heard you pant, and Steve bit down slightly before sucking you back into his mouth, his fingertips rolling over your other nipple before tugging it a bit, rolling and taunting till he could get his heated mouth over to draw you in, tease you till you were wriggling in his lap. He moaned again at the sweet taste of you. 

It was during all this his Wolf chose this moment to start calling your song, deep howls almost distracting him, you felt that bit of untamed wilderness in him when his body clenched, muscles tightening and rippling. 

Another roll of your hip ground you into his now aching, throbbing erection, and you pulled your hands away to work his pants open, reaching to take his cock out of the confines, and stroke him, palm him, run your fingertip over the head leaking precum. Steve growled and pressed his face into the softness of your breasts, before going back to kissing them, going back up your chest to find your mouth, growling against your panting mouth. “Get those shorts off.” 

There was no more thinking, or sense of you having to be anywhere in a certain amount of time as you scrambled off and started to tug the fabrics of your shorts and panties down, watching while Steve arched his hips to get more of his own pants down to give you room. It wasn't long till he was pulling you back to him, this time your knees found purchase in his chair and you reached between the two of you to press him against your aching entrance. Crying out as you started to bring yourself down over him. You knew that satisfied cry had to echo from your balcony, but you were beyond caring. 

A hunger for your Alpha over took you, and he was just as impatient as you because he lifted his hips to finish bringing you two together. 

“Fuck Y/N” his head dropped to bury back into your breasts, muffling the sounds of his groans as you flexed and clasped around him, whimpering yourself at how thick he felt at this angle, like it would split you to have him like this. But you were slick with need, and while he was still processing the intense feeling washing over him, being seated in you, and the damn Wolf howling over and over, you made the first move. Grasping his shoulders for leverage and arching up just enough to drag him through you, enough to sink back on him in a slow testing manner. “You're so damn tight.” Steve groaned against your skin. 

Riding Steve, you slid one arm around his neck, cradling against him. Your body knew what it wanted, and you let yourself go while he growled against you. He was back to kissing and nipping his marks into your skin while rocking his cock into your thrusts, meeting you with his own need to be inside of you, to feel you clenching him. “Just like that Little One, you are such a good girl to me.”  Your slick started to soak into his pants, the fabric friction burning against your thighs and cunt, but you wanted it and pressed a bit harder each time for that friction. 

Steve's hand flexed against the small of your back, dragging up to fist in your hair, wrapping it around his hand till he was able to pull your head back, swarmed with the desire to sink teeth into your neck and take you officially as his mate. You gasped when you felt the tug of hand dragging your head back, and he took over your movements.  His hand curled against your hip pulled you harder on his cock, scenting your neck and lapping over the pulse. You knew what he wanted, you could feel it with every angled thrust aiming to take you apart around him. 

He wanted to claim you as his, and you didn't want him to, not until your Little Wolf had returned. 

You whined out softly. “Not yet Alpha.” 

And that was enough, both Steve and the Wolf changed focus, turning soft nips into kisses, releasing your hair to dig fingers against your waist, and burying himself deeper, hitting that spot every time, and grinding your clit against him each time he filled you. It was enough to make your lower belly clench and your cunt flex and flutter around him. 

“Not until you're ready.” Steve promised as he claimed your mouth again, hissing against it. “Cum for me Little One, let me see you come apart.” 

Driving himself once more, snapping his hips up to bring you closer, a finger slipped between your bodies and pressing, rolling hard over your bundle of nerves to finish you. “Give it to me, your Alpha wants it.” he growled against your lips, sliding his tongue to fill yours, stroking and lapping at you till you started to squeeze him. Crying his name against the kiss, and eyes fluttering up to lose yourself in feeling anything but bliss. Steve gathered you close as his final thrusts sent him over the edge. He finished with the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly and milking him. It was just that much more incentive to brim you full with his cum. His balls tightened before his release and a burn in his belly snapped to crash you onto him, pumping himself deeper so you couldn’t forget that flood of warmth enveloping you. Whenever his knot would loosen and he could pull from you, there he would be dripping down your thighs, making him bury his head in against your shoulder with a groan, just thinking about it. Fuck how he loved that. Himself all over you, inside you. Everyone would be able to tell you were his. 

You felt Steve drift off in his own pleasure, his face buried in your shoulder and your nose traced his neck. You inhaled against his neck as his chest rose and fell against yours and you could feel his heart thumping wildly. Your fingers massaged against his upper back, and you leaned into Steve's chest humming softly in pleasure. 

“Thank you Steve.” brushing fingers through his hair, and you could feel him stir underneath you, lifting his head to press his lips against your temple, and leaning his forehead against yours with eyes still closed. 

“I promised you when you first found me that I wouldn't make you do anything you weren't ready for.” 

His hands stroked your back, and each scar his fingers slid over were no longer bringing memories of a time you fought to forget, but now they were now moments of touches and whispers in moments like these. Where both of you were coming back from the rush of being together. You arched into his touch and his hand flattened against the small of your back, pressing you into him harder, closing any space that might have been left between you two.  

The Wolf in Steve stirred, pushing once more to a stand and shaking out his fur after a few moments. His head cocked and ears perked as he was listening to something. Steve fully ignored him for now, still enjoying the post love making he just had with you.  

<She’s closer then before.> The Wolf's ears perked, picking up traces of your Little Wolf. The Wolf rumbled in anticipation of her arrival, and it passed through Steve and into you, making you press in closer against him. 

Call for her. 

The Alpha paced back and forth, listening for the Little Wolf till his head fell back and called your song once more. Steve hummed it himself while pressing his lips against your shoulder and in the hollow of your neck, lacing it in your skin and while you were relaxing from still coming down from your orgasm. 

You felt her, it was so subtle, a brush in your mind that you thought it would be nothing more then a glimpse once more. This time though it felt familiar as your own inner thoughts were, like before you were left all alone in your mind. First it was her soft sigh of content, like coming home after being away so long. Then the Little Wolf came from the very depths of your mind, each padding footfall bringing her closer to the front of your consciousness. 

Little Wolf, please tell me your back. 

She leaped into your mind with a graceful prance as she tilted her head back in the manner the Alpha had when Steve told him to call for her. She answered him with one of her own. 

<As if you could honestly could get rid of me.> She brushed up against your mind, feelings of warmth and affection radiating, and you straightened up suddenly in Steve’s hold. 

“Steve, she's back! She’s back, It worked!” You cried out, grasping his face and overwhelmed with emotion, you poured all what you were feeling into a kiss. Momentarily surprised, Steve was quick to tilt into it, inhaling your joy, relief and passion. When you pulled away, he grasped your own face, covering it in his own brush of his lips, a wide grin on his face. 

“I knew you could bring her back Little One, it was a matter of time.” He praised and you lifted your hands to cover his own, weaving fingers through his. 

“Not without Shuri, T’Challa, Natasha… You. I felt your Wolf, You.” You didn't know how to explain it, that connection you felt with him was what kept your Little Wolf searching for her way back. Steve’s brows lifted, searching your expression a moment, and let the corner of his mouth lift in a quirk of a smile. 

“Don't sell yourself short Little One.” He nudged his nose against yours gently and wiggled his brows. “Think we should go tell Shuri that you won't be needing her work on you anymore?” 

You bit your lip excitedly and nodded, in which he grasped your waist and was careful to help you pull off him and to a stand, moaning as he looked you up and down. “You also need to get dressed again. As well as drink some water.” 

You already were downing the glass on the table, giving him a snort as you set it down. The Little Wolf huffing in laughter at the Alphas bossiness. 

“You to Alpha, I wasn't the only one huffing and puffing earlier.” You poured him another glass and handed it to him before passing him to go get dressed, looking over your shoulder. “Are you going to let me keep these clothes on?” 

Steve drained the glass himself and worked on zipping his pants back up, following you inside, while leaning against the frame of the opening to the balcony. 

“Depends, The Big Bad Wolf is still hungry.” he smirked as you pulled a shirt over your head, wide eyed as you head poked through. 

“Steve Rogers, you really are an animal!” You huffed out happily. When Steve approached you, your hand smoothed against his chest and his arm came around you protectively. 

“I've never denied it, have I?” Biting your shoulder softly in play before he let you go, you both finished getting dressed and left the room to head down to Shuris lab. When they arrived, the woman had everything set up and Steve gave your shoulder a light squeeze of encouragement. 

“So I'm really hoping today Y/N that your wolf comes back with a bang.” Shuri said almost distracted, tapping on the tablet she was using. 

<Ha! I did come in after a bang!> The Little Wolf grinned with a swipe of her tongue around her muzzle. 

I think you planned it like that. 

<Maybe I did. I see now that I’m back you're not so shy around the Alpha. Straddling him while on a balcony in the middle of the day. Almost like… your back in heat.> She snickered. 

Shut up. You know I'm not. It was a lot quieter when you were MIA.

The Little Wolf huffed in laughter, settling down to let you focus. 

I’m actually so fucking happy your back. You confessed to her and the Little Wolf whined in agreement, happiness radiating through you. 

“Actually, she did. She came back just a little while ago. You did it Shuri. She's back.” 

Shuri gave an excited squeal, Steve momentarily tightening his arm around you in surprise before letting you go to meet the Princess. 

“I knew she would be back.” Raising her hand and you gave her a high five once you realized what she wanted. “Just a bit of some rewiring and bam. Good as new. You don't mind if I take a sneaky peek?” 

You shook your head no, and willingly got on the table, letting her pull up an image of the inside of your mind. Steve watched from nearby, admiring the way little sparks were doubled what they were before, an obvious sign that your Little Wolf was active. 

He did have a couple questions though. “Was it just the work you've been doing to bring her back.” Hoping for an answer that would prove to you that you called her back. 

“Some of it, but I genuinely believe that with time Y/N would have fixed this on her own. Just taken some time. I can't say for sure, as overuse of the herb isn't common. Honestly, I think once she felt at ease again, happy and content, safe. It was enough to bring the wolf back.” Shuri recorded images and took your hand to help you back up. Making you ponder on what she had said, glancing at Steve. 

Steve looked rather proud of you, and piped up once more. “Last question. She's back right, for good? No in and out disappearing on Y/N anymore?” 

You gave a stretch as you stood, curious now to Shuri’s answer, who prominently shook her head. “She's back where she wants to be. All those little electric waves, ones of content. She won't be disappearing again unless someone shoots you with a dose like that again.” 

“Yeah, that will not be happening. Fuck that time was more then enough for me.” You tuck back into Steve’s side, shaking your head firmly and the Little Wolf mimicked the action. 

Steve growled as well. “I'm seconding that, I’m bringing Y/N home, might never leave Pack Lands again.” 

Shuri laughed, folding her arms. “Right, just like T’Challa thinks I’m never leaving.” 

“Ha, you arent. I need my number one scientist here doing her work.” T’Challa strode in, nodding to the Wolves before arching a brow in surprise. “Starting late today?” 

“Actually Brother, we’ve done it. Y/N Wolf is back and just as strong as ever.” 

The King's expression widened, and he turned towards the two of them. 

“That is fantastic news Y/N!” Taking your hand, he enclosed it in both of his before lifting your knuckles to brush his lips against them. “I suppose I should set you both up for transportation home?” 

Steve looked down at you as he spoke. “Tomorrow morning perhaps? If Y/N is up for it, I would like to take her out for a run, if your offer still stands?” 

T’Challa nodded with a smile. “Of course Alpha, I wish it was a full moon but you two can go anywhere within’ Wakandas borders.” 

You couldn't help but feel excitement at the idea of a night run with Steve through Wakanda. 

Resting the remainder of that day in your rooms, You and Steve were lazy lovers passing the time, mostly talking about how good it would be to be home, as well as how you both wanted to stay a bit longer. A light dinner, and then when night started to fall, you both made your way down to the palace entrance to find T’Challa and Shuri waiting, offering to show you two around a bit. Steve’s hand rubbed against your back, kissing your shoulder while whispering. “Are you up for this Little One?” 

“More than you know Steve.” You stated while stepping away from Steve, shedding your clothing. The Alpha kept you blocked from anyone else while doing the same motions, and it was rather quick you had shifted into your Little Wolf, shaking your fur out and twisting to meet up with the Alpha, which he twined around you as well in greeting. His muzzle pressing against your ruff, and long swipes of a pink tongue cleaned your face, your ears, dragging down your neck while you nibbled back in his fur, rubbing against him momentarily. It was a joyful reunion for the Wolves as well as you and both of you started to play with one another until the two Panthers joined you with graceful fluid like bounds. They gave loud purrs as the two felines head butted each other and bright yellow eyes turned to the Wolves, flicking the tips of their tails, and rolling forward in the fluid way only cats can achieve. They ended up disappearing down the trail leading away from the palace, and the jungle started to come to life with the sound of monkeys giving out warning shrieks that the panthers were back in their domain. 

Your ears were perked after them, and you pushed to leap forward, Steve following right behind as you ducked into the heavy jungle foliage. 

Leaves slapped at the Alpha, making him growl and snap at the heavy foliage, missing the northern pine forests of home. But it started to thin, and he caught up to you as you slowed down, your head swiveling back and forth, inhaling for the panthers. Steve brushed up alongside of you, lifting his muzzle to locate the Panthers, when he caught sight of shadows moving in the jungle canopy. A loud roar made you tilt up as well, ear perked as the smaller of the two started dropping down till she came sailing through the air and landing lightly, she pawed gently at You, enticing you into a playful chase. You immediately sprinted for Steve’s side, and he settled in. Steve watched his Little Wolf and the Panther chase one another around vine covered trees and dart under giant leaves dripping water. First You would be on Shuris side, nipping at her shoulder when she would spin nimbly and tackle you till you raced with a quick burst, outpacing the Panther, back and forth you two twisted and turned to get away from the other. 

T’Challa jumped down alongside Steve, kneading the ground before sinking down, flicking his tail back and forth, watching as well. The Alphas head moved back and forth, never breaking eye contact, and when the two of you faced off, you growled and Shuri roared back at you, testing each other.

It alarmed the Alpha, who moved to get up, and T’Challa beat him to it, giving his own sharp roar calling his sister back when he sensed the Alpha next to him getting uneasy. Shuri snarled back at him, headbutting You in a goodbye before leaping back up into the canopy. The King bowed his head to the Alpha before joining his sister. Leaving the two of you alone. 

You sensed your Alphas unease at the moment, and you padded up to him, brushing up under his chin and nibbling at him to settle him back down. But he nudged at you, pushing you down the path you two had been exploring earlier, ready to keep you two moving. You both fell in an easy stride together this time as the jungle floor opened up, mossy and green. Everything seemed to cool off under the canopy, both the wolves comfortable. Little animals scattered, insects buzzing around with bright colors, that were a constant interest to you as you would snap at them and send them flying again to escape. Soon the Jungle gave way to tall grass, and the sound of animals surrounded you in the dark. 

Keeping close to your Alpha, you both ran up on a herd of elephants, their long trunks reaching out as you both stretched your necks, sniffing at them before leaping away when they tried to touch you. When one stomped her foot in warning, Steve had enough, and steered you away from the herd. Weaving back and forth through the grass, you both skirted low to the ground past Rhinos grazing, lifting their heads to watch you both pass by. Neither of you wanted to feel the edge of that horn, so decided to give a wider circle around. Steve was sure to keep himself between You and the massive beasts. They came up on leaping gazelles racing away from them, and both of you couldnt help but give chase to these. You both gave up after a few minutes, the deer like creatures much faster than you two could ever be, even Sam and Pietro would have a hard time pacing along with them. Once it was apparent neither of you were continuing, they set back to grazing. 

There was only one part of the run that turned Steve uneasy. They happened to stumble across a pack of Hyenas scavenging a carcass, and they all took interest in your unique scent. Their laughter echoing around the wolves in a menacing way. Steve nudged at you to lead you away from them when one skirted close to snap its jaws and push you two to back up. Steve turned on the pack of wild Hyenas, stepping over the carcass and started to descend on the two of you. Steve snarled deeply, the fur along his spine raising and his ruff bristling, turning his focus on the Hyenas Alpha Female as she stalked closer. Steve's fangs flashed in the dark, and his demands made her cower in surprise at the force coming from him. The rest of her pack stalling seeing their Alpha lower before him, to a male most of all. The laughter started to grow high pitched with unease at the situation. You ducked around the bristling Alpha, ears pinned back, rumbling back at her. The Hyena sensed they weren't just ordinary animals to be chased off. Wet dragging breaths overcame the scent of blood and decay from the carcass she had been feasting on, filling her lungs with ice cold sensations, unlike anything her kind had experienced before. They were similar to the Panthers that prowled their lands, except they weren't. Missing from the shifters was the muskiness of the jungle. Their scent was sharper, it stung her nose with a cold sensation. Even their bodies were not made for streaking across the sun soaked plains or traveling in heavy leaf cover. Too big, too much fur, muzzles long with fangs, yet not made to rip into thick animal hides like theirs was. They were just too different, and she didn't want to test what they would do to her. Shaking her head to clear their scent from her senses, she started sinking further back from the growling Alpha’s reach. Her laughing bark sent the wild hyenas scattering away, breaking their attack formation. Retreating back towards the carcass, once they fell back, she skirted away, out of Steve’s sight. 

Once she was gone, you brushed against Steve to ease him back to you, and the two of you turned away from where the hyenas were cackling out of sight, fighting once more among themselves over the carcass they had claimed. You headed back towards the jungle, avoiding the rest of the plains occupants. Which Steve was relieved, another reason for them to return home. At home, the forests belonged to them. There were no worries in what was lurking out of sight. In Wakanda it was all different, they were not the beast at the very top. Deciding it was enough for you both tonight, when you gave a wide mouthed, fang flashing yawn, you both returned to the palace, and made it up to your room. 

Once inside and the door closed, Steve backed you onto the bed, and settled over you, covering you in soft bites and whispered words pressed against your skin. “Are you tired Little One?” he let his tongue drag between your breasts while he lowered down your body slightly. Your hands roamed over his back, and rubbed the back of his neck while you arched into his mouth where he sucked a nipple into his warmth, lashing his tongue over the peak and then rolling you gently between his teeth. 

You hummed in satisfaction, letting your body roll underneath his while you turned your gaze down at Steve loving on your breasts, his hand had the other covered, kneading it lightly and using his thumb to tease the tip till it hardened. “Not too tired Alpha.” you admitted and he lifted his head with a grin. Leaning up to kiss you deeply while using a hand to spread your thighs open, in which you curled your legs around his waist. 

“That's good, cause I haven't stopped thinking about you wrapped around me like this all evening.” He said while he claimed you with a roll of his hips, filling you with him as his hands weaved with yours. It was soft and slow, taking his time to bring you to the point you were pleading softly against his shoulder for a release. Steve’s hand cupped the back of your head while kissing your temple, his hips starting to move faster in and out of you with a grunt of effort. It was quick when your pussy started to squeeze him and milk him, ready for his knot to lock you to him. Steve brought  you to the point of howling his name and clutching yourself around him, clinging to him and not able to let go. You settled on his chest, and let the silence bring a sense of calm and peace over both of you. When you two finally fell asleep, you were sprawled over his chest and sated. There was no need for words to end the day together. 

The dawn came to find you two still tangled around one another. 

T’Challa, Shuri and the Queen all waited for the two of you, the jet ready to be boarded. It was a teary goodbye for you and Shuri, growing rather close to the young woman in your time here, Steve firmly shook T’Challas hand with a thank you and bowed to the Queen. You let your hand slide up Steves' back as he rose once more, and you let your head lower, a flash of the back of your neck showing her your respect. 

“Thank you, everyone for your help. Should you ever need anything from us, please let us know. My Pack, and myself especially are indebted to you.” Steve said truthfully, and T’Challa smiled. 

“I'm sure we will see each other again Alpha, Y/N, have a safe travel home. Steve, I'm sure you are familiar with flying?” 

“Of course, we will have it sent back as soon as possible.” 

“That is all I ask.”

Finishing with goodbyes, you both stepped on the jet. You couldn't help the look of awe that slid over your face while Steve immediately fell into the Pilots chair, while you buckled into the co pilots. You watched as he leaned forward to flick on switches and the engine hummed to life. “Ready for home Little One?” He asked as his hands settled on the steering column. 

You wriggled in your seat and leaned in the window waving while speaking. “Absolutely, take us home Alpha.” 

When Steve heard what he wanted to har, he shifted the column, and the jet started lifting off. You squealed a bit as your heart went into your throat, laughing at the sensation. Steve grinned over at your reaction, taking your hand while he pointed the jet in the direction needed, and let it speed up. The flight home was filled with you questioning the dash of the aircraft, and Steve doing his best to teach you how it all worked. 

Of course T’Challa didn't send you all home empty handed, and once Steve landed the Jet just outside of the compound, and all the Pack came to greet Steve, you happened to stay inside a few more minutes. Exploring further, you happened to stumble on several crates in the back. “Steve? Come look at this.” 

Ducking his head back in, Steve went to find you, and located you kneeling next to one of the crates, trying to find how it opened. Steve was quick to pry open a top, and it was just filled with different items Wakanda specialized in. “Hey Sam, get some people up here, we come bearing gifts.” 

Fruity wine, dried food, clothing, weapons, if T’Challa could send it he did, and the rest of the afternoon was sorting through it together. 

Finally that evening found you pouring a glass of the wine for Sara at the island in Steve’s kitchen, telling Sara and Sam all about Wakanda. Steve now and then piped up, filling in the time you were unconscious to the world.

Once the questions died down, you cleared your throat. “Has anyone heard from Bucky, Clint, Wanda, and Pietro?” 

Sara sipped from her wine glass and shook her head, Sam at her side did the same motion. “Nothing yet. But Natasha was right out on their trail as soon as she got back. You know she wont stop till she finds something.” 

Steve poured himself a taste of the wine, and handed it to you afterwards to finish off. “She will probably check in a few days, let us know what's going on.” Glancing at the time and then outside, he nipped at your shoulder. “Ready for the Full Moon Run Little One?” 

You tipped your head back to drain the last swallow and set the glass down, hoping off the stool at the bar. 

“Yup, we will see you two out there.” You said to Sam and Sara, who waved you two off to give you a chance to shift in private. Racing out the door, you leaped off the porch, twisting on your toes to watch Steve, who paused to shed his shirt, grinning to himself at your enthusiasm. 

<We got lucky.> Your Little Wolf crooned, admiring the Alphas fit form as he started to stalk towards you, undoing his belt to slide out of the pants. 

That we did. 

You started to shed clothes, dancing just out of his reach till you started to run away, tossing your panties at him last before you fell into your wolf form, howling at him to hurry up. Steve made a show of inhaling against them before stuffing them in the back of his jeans pocket, quick to yank them off and toss them back towards his porch while you sprinted away, howling for him to come join you

<Welcome Home Steve. Now let's go get her before she is gone!> 

Welcome Home indeed. 

He shifted and paused at the tree line, his howl bursting through the night, signaling the start of the run, and he followed after You while you weaved among the trees, leading him deeper into their running grounds, back home where they belonged. 

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Blue Eyes Part 32

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 32: Alfie and Ella get wrapped up in the bliss of parenthood. But things aren’t over yet

      Ella was in the bliss of motherhood. When she awoke, it was almost a miracle to her that the twins weren’t just a dream. They were there in the flesh, cooing softly from their cots.

           Alfie was fast asleep in the rocking chair, snoring lightly. His wife smiled and kissed his cheek. “Good morning, love.” She murmured.

           He stirred and lifted his head with a wince. “Fucking hell, my hip hurts.”

           “Well, you fell asleep in a wooden chair, I can imagine it does.” Ella laughed softly and went to scoop up Sofia. “Hello, chavi.” She whispered affectionately. “Was papa keeping you company last night?”

           The baby girl yawned and wrapped her fingers around one of Ella’s dark curls.

           “Oh, Alfie, aren’t they so perfect?” She sighed adoringly.

           Alfie smiled, watching mother and daughter bond. “They sure are. Our son’s got a set of lungs on ‘im but we finally got back to sleep, didn’t we?” He reached a hand between the bars of Ezra’s cot and rubbed the baby’s stomach.

           Ella beamed. “And you were doubting yourself as a father. I knew you’d be perfect.” She touted triumphantly.

           “Hang on, only been one day.” He reminded her.

           “Mhm, still.” She rocked Sofia softly.

           “I never told you the meaning of their names. Their middle names, at least, you know why we chose their first names. But not their middle names.” He remembered. “Did I?”

           “No, you didn’t.”

           Alfie beckoned her over, patting his thighs. “C’mere, I’ll tell ya.”

           “Your hip.”

           “S’fine.”

           Ella relented and made herself comfortable in his lap, resting Sofia against her chest.

           “Eliana is Hebrew, well they’re both Hebrew names. But Eliana means ‘God has answered’. And Shai means gift. They’re both quite beautiful written in Hebrew. I’ll hafta show you.” Alfie rubbed Ella’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple.

           “Oh, Alfie, that’s beautiful, how perfect and-” Her eyes began to well up with tears. “Oh c’mon, I feel as if I’m crying about anything nowadays.” She laughed weakly and sniffled.

           Her husband gently dabbed her tears away. “They’re tears of happiness, though, ain’t they?” He double-checked.

           “Of course. I’ve never been so happy. Forget the world outside of here, I don’t care anymore. All I need is my family. This family.” She used her free hand to guide his lips to hers. Her hand rested on the left side of his face, her fingers gently resting on the scars and abrasions leftover from the wound.

           Alfie jerked a bit involuntarily.

           She withdrew from the kiss and pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

           He swallowed and looked into her blue eyes. “No, love. I just…fuck you’re the only person who could ever still love me like this.”

           “Will you still love me when I’m aged? Wrinkled and grayed?” She questioned, returning her hand to his injured cheek. The pads of her fingers just barely grazing over the marred skin. She wasn’t afraid to look into his eyes, not caring about the appearance of his clouded eye.

           “Of course.” He nodded. “You’d still be beautiful to me.”

           “Then why should it be any different for you? You’re still so beautiful to me, Alfie.” She whispered and lightly pressed a kiss to his cheek before kissing his lips again. “Nothing will ever change that.”

           He sat with her for a moment. “Can you grab me a pen and paper?”

           Ella looked confused but nodded. “Sure.” She stood up and handed Sofia to him.

           “Hello, love.” He murmured softly and cradled her close.

           She grabbed her diary and returned with it to the nursery. “What do you need this for?” She wondered.

           “Here,” Alfie exchanged their daughter for the journal. He found a fresh page and uncapped the pen.

           Ella looked over his shoulder with Sofia resting in her arms. She watched as Alfie began writing in a different script. It wasn’t unfamiliar to her, she’d seen him read it before, it was the Hebrew alphabet. And yet it was still very odd to see him writing it. Very patient and learned. It wasn’t like his normal handwriting, scrawled out without much care. His hand was steady, a practiced skill that must have been taught to him by someone he cared very much about.

           “That’s Ezra.” He pointed to the characters. “Then here’s his middle name, Shai. Sorta short, reminds me of part of a menorah.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Right, Sofia’s spelled a bit differently in Hebrew. They’d spell it T-Z-O-F-I-Y-A.” He wrote the coinciding letters in Hebrew on the page. “Then Eliana. Mum didn’t spell it with a Y but some people do.” He shrugged and handed her the diary.

           “You were right.” Ella murmured. “It’s beautiful.” There was something so special about celebrating Alfie’s culture. He’d been accustomed to some of the Shelby Traveler ways so Ella was glad to learn more from him. It was empowering knowing that Mosley wanted to kill Alfie simply because he was Jewish. But Alfie survived and responded by blessing his children with Hebrew names.

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           Weeks passed by at an unbelievable pace. Alfie was worried that if he blinked, he’d miss a big moment. Luckily, Ella was carefully keeping track of every milestone their twins took. She purchased two brand new journals, one a deep teal and the other a light lilac. Inside, she penned the twins’ first moments.

           Ezra’s first smile when Anthea sniffed at his feet.

           Sofia rolled over much to the delight of her father.

           Ezra managed to sleep through the whole night despite his sister waking a few times.

           Sofia laughed when Alfie kissed her cheek.

           Ezra was the first to try sitting up on his own.

           But Sofia was the first to crawl.

           Once the pages started to fill up, Ella was taken aback by how much time had passed. She had become so conditioned to expect something awful to happen when things had been going so well. Times like that couldn’t last long. Inevitably they would end with something terrible blindsiding them.

           But things maintained. It had been the longest Ella was genuinely happy. She had two beautiful children, two playful dogs, and a husband who loved her. It made her a little paranoid, always worried that something would come crashing down on their perfect world. But it stayed quiet for a very long time.

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           “Okay, try and…yes, Alfie, stay there. Oh, Anthea.” Ella sighed as she tried to get her family in frame.

           Alfie had spoiled her with a brand-new camera. Naturally, the first thing she wanted was a picture of her family all together. So, they went down to the beach to take a family portrait. Ella was setting up the shot as Alfie tried to keep both dogs still while holding Ezra and Sofia. The six-month-olds were wide awake and giggling at the dogs.

           “Ah, you little fucker, get back here.” Alfie tried to get Anthea before she dashed off to swim.

           “Alfie!” Ella scolded and snatched the pit bull by the collar. “You cannot swear in front of them anymore. They’ll start talking any day now and I don’t want them fucking spouting off your vocabulary.”

           He grinned. “You’re just as bad as me, love.”

           Ella frowned. He was right. One of her first words had been ‘shit’, after all. “We both have to work on it.” She sat Anthea down and returned to the camera to start the timer. “Ready?” She dashed back over and stood beside Alfie, wrapping an arm around his waist.

           They waited for the shutter to go off before they could all take a breath.

           “Bet it looks great.” Alfie set Ezra and Sofia down on the sand so they could play. He grunted as he lowered himself down beside them. “Look at that, aye?” He picked up a scallop shell and showed it to the twins. “What’s that, then?”

           Ezra cooed and reached for the shell.

           Ella watched from behind the camera, waiting for the perfect moment to take a candid shot. It was amazing to see how the twins had grown from little bundles to happy babies. They were healthy with pink, round cheeks. They weren’t identical, Ezra’s hair was much darker than Sofia’s. His hair reminded her more of her hair color. A very dark brown with warm chocolate highlights. Sofia’s was a beautiful lighter color with hints of honey that shone in the sun. They both had blue eyes but Ella knew from experience that the color could change. Already Ezra’s eyes were slowly melding to green. They looked like the ocean. Sofia’s eyes were starting to appear a bit browner. It thrilled Ella to think about how they would look in another month’s time. There was so much to look forward to.

           After Ella took the picture, Alfie frowned and stood up. His eyes fixed above the bluff to their home.

           “Alfie?” She asked. “What is it?”

           “Someone’s pulled up in a car.” He answered.

           “Are you expecting anyone?”

           “No.” He whistled for Cyril and began walking toward the path back up to the house, his hand slipping inside his coat.

           Ella felt a hint of dread as she realized this was it. This was when everything fell to shambles. She felt foolish for believing things would be okay.

           Alfie muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like “Tommy Fucking Shelby.” Apparently, he saw the man get out of the car before Ella could.

           Tommy noticed the two figures on the beach from the drive near the bluff. He walked over and shouted over the ledge. “Alfie!”

           “The fuck does he want, aye?”

           Ella shrugged. “I don’t know. He didn’t mention he was coming.” It had been quite some time since she heard from her brother. She naturally assumed that he was caught up in the business of trying to plan Oswald Mosley’s assassination.

           “Tommy Shelby MP, OBE, thinks he can come calling whenever the fuck he wants.” Alfie scooped up Ezra and began walking back up the bluff to the house.

           Ella picked up Sofia and began to follow them, making sure the dogs were right behind her.

           By the time she reached the drive, Alfie and Tommy were already in a heated argument.

           “You ain’t bringing your mental state here to disrupt me fucking family. That ain’t happening, mate.”

           “What is going on?” Ella paused, taking in her brother’s appearance. He looked even more sleep-deprived than usual. He was twitching and couldn’t stand still. His eyes kept shifting, glancing over his shoulder, waiting for something or someone.

           “Bring the kids inside.” Alfie handed Ezra over instead of answering his wife.

           Ella hesitated but brought the twins and the dogs inside. She could hear the shouting match escalate through the house as she put the twins in their cots. Hoping to break them up, she hurried back outside and drew Alfie away from Tommy.

           “What is going on!?” She demanded again.

           “Your brother’s come here all doped up, that’s what’s going on.” Alfie jabbed a finger at the man.

           Tommy looked ready to either pounce or rip his own hair out. His whole body was tensed up and practically trembling. His hands balled into fists. “This is it, Alfie. All those times you pointed a gun to my head. You fucking do it, right now!”

           It was nonsensical, almost as if Ella’s hearing had gone out for a moment. His words disjointed and not making any logical sense. “Tommy, what are you talking about?” She struggled to get between the two who were in each other’s faces.

           “This is it? Aye? You’ve finally lost your fucking marbles, Tommy? ‘Bout time we locked you up, right, in a fucking asylum!” Alfie shouted, his face turning red.

           “Stop it!” Ella pushed her husband back knowing he wouldn’t fight her. “Stop it right now, the both of you!” She grabbed her brother by the overcoat and physically forced him back a few steps. He was so exhausted that he couldn’t resist her and stumbled backward. “What are you on about?”

           But Tommy’s eyes were fixed on Alfie, almost like a rabid dog that had locked onto a victim. “It’s your lucky day, you finally get to blow me brains out!”

           Ella had enough and slapped him across the face. “Take a fucking breath, for Christ's sake! You're going on like a fucking lunatic.” She snapped.

           The stinging pain managed to knock Tommy back into a bit of sanity. “It all fell apart.” He gasped out; his lungs raw from screaming.

           “What did?” Ella didn’t let go of his coat so he couldn’t go after Alfie again.

           “The rally. Mosley, it all went to shit. Someone knew.”

           “Who did?” Alfie asked.

           “I don’t fucking know!” Tommy shouted. “I don’t know who!”

           Ella’s stomach dropped. She had almost been certain that Mosley was dead. Maybe it was because things had been going so well for her. But that sick man was still out there. And now he knew that the Peaky Blinders were trying to kill him.

           “He knew nothing.” Tommy pulled away from his sister and began to pace in a frenzy. “Mosley knew nothing. Then Barney was shot. Aberama was killed.” His breathing picked up pace again as he began to hyperventilate, his hands grasping tightly at his hair. “Mosley knew nothing!” He screamed.

           Ella had seen her brother in very bad states before. But never to the extreme that he was now in.

           Tommy stopped pacing and looked back at Alfie. He paused and then pointed at the man. “That’s why I’m here.”

           “What are you talking about?” Ella made sure she was still in between them.

           “He’s going to shoot me.”

           “Oh for fuck’s sake, Thomas.” Alfie threw his hands up in disbelief. “Always with the fucking dramatics. You get a grip, right, and then we’ll talk about what we’ll do next.”

           “There is no next! There’s nothing left!” Tommy began approaching Alfie again. Ella pushed his chest to keep him back. “There’s nothing left. You go get your gun and you end it. I’m fucking done.”

           “I ain’t shooting you, mate.”

           “Tommy, please, just take a breath and-”

           “I’m done!” Tommy’s voice roared across the windy landscape.

           “I ain’t killing you.” Alfie crossed his arms over his chest.

           “Fine.” Tommy shoved Ella to the side and stormed toward Alfie.

           Ella only just gathered her bearings when she turned and saw Tommy had withdrawn a gun and was pointing it to her husband’s temple. Her blood ran cold. “Tommy…put the gun down.”

           “You go inside. Get your gun and you kill me.” He replied. “Or I’m fucking shooting him.”

           “Jesus Christ, you’ve gone fucking insane.” Alfie had been at the end of Tommy’s gun before but never had he been so convinced that the man would actually pull the trigger.

           “I’m not going to kill you, Tommy.”

           “Ella, do as I say!” He shouted, his finger fidgeting on the trigger. “This is how it’s meant to be. Shelbys don’t die of old age, you fucking know that. We get killed or we kill ourselves.”

           “It doesn’t have to be this way.” Ella’s voice quivered. “Alfie and I will help you. Mosley can be defeated. He can!”

           “No. No, he can’t.” Tears were forming in Tommy’s eyes. All the emotions colliding together and driving him to madness. He just wanted to sleep.

           “Yes, he can. With Alfie’s help, we can make alliances. We’re smarter than he is, Tom.” She held out a hand to him. “Please, just put the gun down and we’ll do this together.”

           “Listen to her.” Alfie agreed steadily. “Just listen to her. We can sort this out, mate. Don’t hafta be like this.”

           In a snap decision, Tommy lowered the gun and Ella swooped in to rip it out of his hands. Her heart racing, she emptied the pistol of its bullets and tossed it into the gravel. “For fuck’s sake, Tommy.” She gasped in disbelief. “Are you high?”

           The once invincible man looked as if he was crumbling right before her eyes. “I can’t do this, El. Not anymore.” He whimpered in Rokka to her.

           “Stop, just stop.” Ella pulled him into her arms and let him unload his weight onto her. Tommy Shelby carried the world on his shoulders. To hold him was to hold Atlas.

~~~~~~~~~~

           “He said he hasn’t slept in three days.” Ella came into the kitchen where Alfie was stewing a bit.

           “So, he made it our fucking problem?” He muttered in response, never particularly enjoying having a gun shoved in his face.

           She sighed and put on the kettle. “I’m sorry.”

           “Ain’t your fault. No one needs to apologize for him. That’s his job, not yours.”

           Ella hummed in agreement and walked up to him. “What are we going to do?”

           He dropped his hands to her waist, trying to let go of the tension in his shoulders. “No fucking clue.” He admitted. “I assumed-well I figured he had in under control.”

           “Yeah, I did too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her fingers tease the hair grazing the nape of his neck.

           Alfie drew her in close, letting her rest her chin on his shoulder. She glanced out the kitchen window behind him. Gazing out across the small lawn that overlooked the bluff. Something stirring in the garden made her perk up a bit. She almost expected another stray dog to come wandering onto the property like Anthea had. Instead, a dark shadow of a cat slunk out of a bush. Its tail flicked in the air as it crossed the trimmed lawn. For a moment it paused and seemed to listen to something, its ears pointing back. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, it dashed off.

           “We need to find the black cat.” She whispered.

           “Huh?” Alfie tilted his face towards here. “Didya say something, love?”

           “No. No, I didn’t say anything.” She buried her face in his neck and began making a list of all the people who would betray her family.

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[thestuckylibrary]

Mods’ Reads: January 2020

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

Mod Blue

Sine Tactu by justanotherStonyfan (complete | 22,586 | M)

“Want me to help with this?” Steve says quietly, head about level with James’ stomach as he stares up at him, fingers reaching up for James’ fly, but James shakes his head.

“No,” he says, wets his lips - Steve is all skin and muscle and he’s totally naked and he’s right here and- “no, I’m.” He swallows hard. “I’m not getting naked. This is about you.”

Part 29 of Honey Honey

Propius by justanotherStonyfan (oneshot | 6,178 | E)

Steve comes home kicking snow off his shoes, although a lot of it’s gray colored, and he’s shivering. Despite that, his cheeks are bright with the cold and his smile is bright with affection, camera in hand.

“Hi!” he says on a breath, shoulders hunched to keep the cold air out of his collar, and James smiles, crosses the conversion to reach him, and grabs the trailing ends of Steve’s scarf to draw him down for a kiss hello. “Mh.”

James wrinkles his nose as Steve’s nose presses into his cheek.

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” he says, and Steve laughs softly.

“Yeah,” he says “That’s why I came back inside.”

Part 30 of Honey Honey

I Believe In Something More by cydonic (complete | 74,304 | M)

In April of 2014, two very important things happen: The Winter Soldier is prepped for a mission as part of Project Insight which never ends up happening, and Steve Rogers finds out his mother is dying.

In October of 2018, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers meet in the Sculpture Garden at UCLA. Bucky has spent the ensuing years building a life for himself, learning that he likes to study in the sunshine and build friendships with people who just think of him as ‘that nice guy who’s really smart’, not what he used to be. Steve has tried to make it in Brooklyn, but everything reminds him of Sarah. He needs a change of scenery, and following his childhood best friend Sam Wilson over to California seems to be the way to do it.

Rare Is This Love (Keep It Covered) by histoires_eternelles, musette22 (complete | 66,773 | E)

It's 2014. Captain America has been out of the ice for three years and is trudging along, saving the world and trying to get used to living in the future. Steve thinks he knows how the rest of his life is going to pan out – a life of duty, which he chose when he signed up to be Erskine’s science experiment. But then, he meets Bucky Barnes: the out-of-this-world-gorgeous mechanic and war vet, who turns Steve’s life upside down and makes him question everything he thought he knew. Slowly, Steve comes to realize there is more to life than duty and punching Nazis. Just one problem though: how on earth does a 96-year-old virgin who only just realized he may not be entirely straight make the transition from crush to relationship? Cue healthy amounts of self-doubt, awkward flirting, pretty blushing, existential crises, emotional growth, and maybe, possibly, a sexual awakening.

darling heart, i loved you from the start (but that's no excuse for the state i'm in) by voxofthevoid (oneshot | 19,725 | T)

“I thought you’d make a terrible Nazi but turns out you’d make a terrifying one instead.”

The year is 2012. Loki has vanished with the Tesseract, and Manhattan is a blazing wreck. A very tired Steve Rogers goes home and meets another very tired Steve Rogers.

Or, the one where Steve saves the mind stone for last and decides to fuck the timeline beyond all recognition, which regrettably involves crawling delicately up Hydra's asshole and less regrettably involves showering a very confused Bucky Barnes with affection.

Kissin' by the mistletoe (Love came to stay) by obsessivereader (oneshot | 4,949  | E)

“I told you,�� Steve wheezes, as he tries to catch his breath. “Didn’t I fucking tell you we'd fall if you didn't quit pushing?”

He’d laugh if he had any air left in his lungs. Instead, all he can do is stare up at Bucky as the sound of his carefree laugh winds its way around Steve’s heart. He barely even registers the cold seeping in through his jacket and jeans as he lies in the snow, attention catching instead on the snowflake clinging to Bucky’s lashes. Were Bucky’s eyes always that luminous? The crinkles around his eyes so endearing? Were his lips always that pink?

Bucky’s laugh dies away at Steve’s continued silence. A strange expression settles on his face, like he’s looking into the face of a stranger for the first time, studying and cataloging Steve’s features one by one—eyes, nose, mouth.

Based on this tweet, which has, sadly, been deleted: FUFJFJ ITS SNOWING A LOT IN NY RN AND IM WALKING HOME AND THESE GUYS ARE LIKE PUSHING EACH OTHER IN THE STREET AND ONE GUY GOES “YOU ASSHOLE STOP PUSHING ME IM GONNA FALL” AND THE OTHER GUY WAS LIKE “.... For Me?” and the other guy was like bro... no fuck you” AND THEY BOTH FELL

Part 2 of Happy Steve Bingo!

thot through the heart (and you're to blame) by Deisderium (complete | 9,899 | E)

"You look like shit," Steve says, and that breaks the spell a little because fuck you, Steve, he looks good. Steve's nostrils flare. "Is that—is that blood on your mouth?"

Oh, fuck. Bucky needs to work on not being a sloppy eater. He wipes his mouth hastily, and without thinking, licks his hand clean. Steve stares.

*

In which Bucky is a baby vampire, a disaster, out to have a good time, and hopelessly in love with his roomate; and in which Steve has a few secrets of his own.

Part 1 of food for thot

Scratched Ragged and Rubbed Raw by cheesethesecond (oneshot | 3,788 | T)

“How are you gonna sleep tonight,” Bucky asked, letting his head fall back against the wall and closing his eyes, “knowing that a guy who tried to kill you is sleeping in the next room?”

“Like a baby,” Steve said.

This Lonely Hour Before Daybreak by cheesethesecond (oneshot | 2,912 | T)

Steve knew there would be good days and bad days. That’s how this sort of thing worked.

Except sometimes, the bad days go like this.

Something Great by dragongirlG (oneshot | 1,485 | G)

The Soldier knows he is not Bucky Barnes, but he still seeks out Steve Rogers after the helicarriers fall, inexplicably craving Rogers' affection. Rogers gives it. (Basically, the Winter Soldier wants a hug. Steve gives him that and a little more.)

Based on a prompt from withinmelove: I have a love for Winter Soldier as his own person so Winter Soldier and Steve cuddling is my prompt! Maybe WS is touch starved and is really eager to be affectionate with Steve who is happy to be close and tender with him.

The Right Partner* by LeeHan (oneshot | 41,651 | E) *graphic violence

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong,” Bucky said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “but I believe I was promised a mocha.”

When he turned to look at Steve there was laughter in his eyes and a touch of heat in his smile.

Dating a civilian was always risky. Luckily, Bucky seemed like a nice, genuine guy and Steve knew he could gently reject him with the smallest shrug and that Bucky would accept his decision easily. It was the smart thing to do.

“Don’t forget the croissant.”

—

Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

Date Bucky Barnes. Defeat the Winter Soldier. Bring down Hydra. How hard could it be?

Pedantic Affectations by fannishlove, relenafanel (complete | 15,858 | M)

Steve Rogers: khaki pants and ugly tweed wearing art history professor specializing in historical queer art (by day). Is actually Captain America, vigilante and the bane of Detective Barnes’s existence (by night).

Detective Bucky Barnes: A very clever cop who suspects something is up with Steve. Is frustrated that Captain America exists and is dedicated to finding him because he loves a good puzzle.

So, how does Steve convince Bucky that he's too boring to be Captain America? Go on a date with him.

(Steve is kind of really, really bad at this secret identity thing)

The Comfort in Certainty by justanotherStonyfan (complete | 20,554 | E)

"You were right when you said we need to talk," Steve says softly ... "Is there anything you want to say first?"

... James can't stand the suspense. If it's going to happen, if he's going to do it, James wants that bandaid ripped off now.

"Is this a breakup talk?" he says, and his wishes his voice would be stronger but he’s almost glad that it’s not.

Steve takes a deep breath in through his nose.

Part 31 of Honey Honey

Honeypot by cleo4u2, xantissa (complete | 133,204 | E)

Preconditions: One Sasha Marozow - internationally renowned assassin for hire, known as the Winter Soldier, ex-Hydra operative freelancing for the last five years; One Steve Rogers, Captain America - recently defrosted national hero and Avenger; One assassination contract; One set-up known in the intelligence community as the “honeytrap”.

Expected Result: One Winter Soldier in custody, the name of his employer attained.

Actual result: Definitely not as expected.

Part 1 of Honeypot

Give Up the Ghost* by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 19,518 | E) *graphic violence

They were happy together and the year had been good for them. They thought nothing could tear them apart. They were wrong.

Part 2 of Honeypot

i'm a believer (got a fever running through my bones) by voxofthevoid (oneshot | 16,742 | E)

Everyone knows Captain America is an alpha. His tragic romance with Howard Stark is as popular a topic for movies and academic papers as his exploits in the war. Sure, Stark never said a word, and he clearly moved on, given that Tony Stark is currently alive. But even now, people like to gossip in hushed whispers about how sad it is that Howard Stark passed away a mere two years before they found the good Captain in the ice.

Bucky gets it, alright? Alpha/omega is the norm. Matches sanctioned by god or whatever bullshit your conservative Christian sect of the day likes to ramble about. It’s the twenty-first century, and the world still runs on a maddening policy of straight until proven otherwise. Thing is, Bucky has most certainly proven otherwise and has been doing so since he was a wee alpha panting after some knothead or the other because being queer didn’t magically make him any less stupid than your average horny teenager.

Bucky’s an alpha, Bucky likes alphas, and he’d love nothing more than to climb Steve Rogers like a goddamn monkey bar.

- Steve meets Bucky on a flaming helicarrier. It’s not the most romantic first meeting, what with the Nazis and the bullet wounds, but they make it work.

the jackpot question  by biblionerd07 (series, ongoing | 16,126 | G-T)

Steve needs a ride home for Christmas. Bucky needs a passenger.

Winter Gorgon* by Quarra (complete | 74,067 | E) *graphic violence

For as long as Steve could remember, all he ever wanted to do was what was right. So when he hears about his father's old regiment being held as POW's by the Nazis, he's determined to put what Doctor Erskine gave him to good use and goes AWOL to rescue them.

But the 107th isn't all he finds there. Deep in the labs is a very unusual prisoner; one with snakes in his hair and a mask nailed to his face. Despite the man's monstrous visage, Steve can't in good conscience leave him to the enemy. That one act of mercy will change his life, the course of the war, and even the future of the world.

#mod picks

[aceofstars16]

Okay so I got tagged a LOT and I didn’t get around to answering until now and this is...gonna be looong so I’m going to put this under a cut haha xD

I’m also not tagging anyone, but if you want to do any of these feel free to!

Tagged by @friendlywildflowers and @tiernamente

ONE insecurity:

Ummm, does the future count? Cause I’m really insecure/unsure about anything with my future *flops*

TWO fears:

Letting others down

Bring stuck in the same place for the rest of my life

THREE “turn-ons”: ???

Nice smiles

Being able to make me laugh

...I’m also a sucker for blue eyes man

FOUR life goals:

Write and publish at least one book

Help orphans/foster kids in some way

Continually seek God no matter what

To be a good friend

FIVE things I like:

Thunderstorms

Dark chocolate

Nature 

Space

Music

SIX weaknesses:

Laziness

Fear/anxiety

Forgetfulness

Insecurity

Drawing dynamic poses

Lack of motivation

SEVEN things I love:

God

My family

My friends

Cats

Texas

Good stories/fandoms

OCs (mine and others haha xD)

Tag EIGHT people:

Tagged by @shenzi-hemlock

Rules: Answer to 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better lets be real im not gonna do that

Nickname: Ace is the main one

Gender: Female

Zodiac: The Taurus one of whatever it’s called xD

Height: 5′6-7ish?

Age: 22

Time: 1:54 PM

Favorite Bands/ solo artists: Ummm, I’ve been big into Imagine Dragons recently actually, but also NEEDTOBREATHE and Owl City

Song stuck in my head: I don’t know but “Believer” is playing right now so?

Last movie I saw: Antman and the Wasp!

Last thing I googled: I was about to say it was “mission synonym” but then I remembered that I googled the radar cause it was raininggggg

Other blogs: I have a BUNCH that I never use xD

Do I get asks: Somewhat?

Why I chose this username: Oh gosh this story again, I was like 12 or something and saw “Ace of Hearts” which wasn’t even an amazing movie but I liked the title and then I thought Ace of Stars sounded cool so I kept that till I got on dA and that username was taken so I added 16 on the end cause it’s my fav number xD

Following: 225

Average amount of sleep: I need...a lot of sleep...usually at least nine hours haha *flops*

What I am wearing: My arc reactor shirt and jean shorts

Dream Job: I’m not even sure, something with cats or horses maybe?

Dream Trip: I really want to go to Iceland tbh...and also meet some of my mutuals xD

Favorite Food: Chicken is amazing, I love chocolate, I love most types of fruit, just give me something kind of sweet and I’m usually good (though I like salty things too xD)

Play(ed) sports: I played basketball when I was younger, but I wasn’t very good haha xD

Hair Color: Medium/golden brown

Eye color: Hazel

Most Iconic Song: Ummm...I have no clue...xD

Languages you speak/ are learning: English...I’ve tried learning Spanish and ASL but...I know I couldn’t carry a conversation in Spanish and I could maybe say like...only a lil bit in ASL

Random fact: I collect ticket stubbs, but I’ve kind of run out of room in my itouch case so...now I’ve started losing them...xD

Describe yourself as aesthetics: The ocean, stars in the sky, thunderstorms, fuzzy socks, fluffy kittens, autumn leaves, staying up late talking, large sweaters, boots, going on walks in the fall, quiet nights at home, sporadic shopping adventures, warm fires, icy AC (opposites but it depends on the time of year xD), minty chocolate goodness, contagious laughter, hanging out with no agendas.

Tagged by @mandaloriandragontrainer

Nickname: Ace

Height: 5’7-ish

Orientation: Straight/Asexual I think

Nationality: American

Favorite fruit: Ooooo that’s hard....I go through phases, right now I’m loving cherries

Favorite season: I don’t think I can pick I love parts of all of them tbh

Favorite plant: Bluebonnets always

Favorite scent: Vanilla, and also cinnamon...and fresh bread

Favorite color: Blue!

Favorite animal: CATS! And horses, cheetahs, fennec foxes, regular foxes, and dragons...I love lots of animals tho xD

Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate: Tea unless it’s dairy free hot chocolate (I love hot chocolate but...I shouldn’t have it with real milk...xD)

Average hours of sleep: 9ish

Dogs or cats: 

Favorite fictional character: TOO MANY TO NAME

Dream trip: Different from the other ask? Hmmm...Argentina

When was your blog created: October 2013

Number of followers: *goes through and blocks porn blogs* Ummm 1,633 somehow???

Random fact: I’m gonna steal mando’s fact and say I’ve cosplayed as a Ranger, genderbent Hiccup, Rey, Jyn, and Eleven (and a few others but...I’m not gonna name them all xD)

What do you do & do you like it: As in like a job, or? Cause I don’t have a job and I’m still trying to figure out school/life so...I legit don’t know how to answer this...*flops

Tagged by @sturwurstrash

Name: I don’t put my real name online

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Orientation: Ace (heyyyy sameeee)

Height: 5′7ish

Favorite Color: BLUE

Book Recommendations: The Lunar Chronicles and Ranger’s Apprentice are both great and underrated in my opinion! :D

Movie Recommendations: Anything Marvel (well, MCU, there are other Marvel movies I’ve never seen/are older that I don’t recommend xD), Gifted, Second Hand Lions, Mulan, HTTYD, and lots of other animated ones xD

TV Recommendations: Star Wars Rebels, Stranger Things, White Collar, Parks and Rec, My Little Pony, and The Tangled Series

Music Recommendations: Oh gosh I have such a wide range of likes...aside from NEEDTOBREATHE, and Owl City ummm...musicals? Mainly Dear Evan Hansen and the Greatest Showman, but Hamilton and Finding Nevereland too (okay and HSM 2 just came on...it’s not amazing but...it’s fun...xD)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: *looks at the other tag* tea

Cats or dogs: 

*replies with another gif cause I can*

I want to live long enough to witness: Ummm...I honestly don’t know, my friends that don’t know God to come and know him, that’s the first thought to come to mind

Weird Obsessions: Ummm, I really love socks? xD

Tumblr Birthday: October 2013 (I’ve answered this so many times I legit know without looking xD)

How many side blogs: Ummm three, but I’m part of like three group things too

Random fact about me: I think I’m like 1/128th Native American or something like that? All I know if like one of my ancestors (like great or great great grandma?) was married to a chief of a tribe, though I don’t know what tribe

Tagged by @la-na-da

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Taurus or however you spell it

Height: *writes 5′7ish for the third time today cause I waited so long to reply to these xD*

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?: Who knows, hopefully with a job and able to drive

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Hmmm, aside from the ones I already listed? I mean I’d love to go to England, or New Zealand, or Switzerland, or Alaska/Canada

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: Coolest? Hmmm, I’m gonna go with my Ragner’s outfit I wore to a Halloween party (though I changed to Hiccup later cause it was too hot to wear for long xD)

Favorite 90s TV-show?: Ummm...I think most of the shows I loved were early 2000s...hmmm, was Pokemon going on then? Maybe Pokemon, or Arthur, that started in the 90s right? xD

Last kiss?: Does kissing my cat’s head count?

Have you ever been stood up?: Dude I’ve never even been on a date, as for friends? I don’t think so

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: Ummm, maybe? I honestly don’t remember but I don’t think so?

Favorite pair of shoes?: Probably my Chacos, I wear them the most, but I love my long boots too, they are just too hot to wear most days xD

Favorite fruit?: I aside cherries before...so how about peaches?

Favorite book?: Oh gosh I can’t pick!

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: Ummm...a lot of things? I can’t really remember them though? How about the time I accidentally pulled off a horse’s halter along with his bridle? xD

#aceo rambles #about the aceo #imma do this music one separately...cause...why not? xD #pardon any grammar issues i didn't read over these xD

[ieechans]

Tea Leaves | Witch!AU | Pt. 8 (FINAL)

Summary: As a witch trying to make a living in a town that absolutely despises witches, you and your familiar find a group of boys that make your time there a little more bearable. [playlist] Word Count: 4,365 Genre: fluff, comedy Member: Lee “Dino” Chan TW: none i can think of! tell me if you need anything tagged

Pt.: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 (FINAL) 

A/N: this entire part summarized in one word: SIKE anyways thank u all for sticking around to read the fic that’s most dear to me :’) it took me an entire year to finish this and im sorry that it took so long, but i’m happy to say that im actually.. satisfied with something ! i swore i planned on having a much ore meaningful spiel but... oh well. keep an eye out on the ‘tea leaves’ page on my master archives, i’ll be updating that with info soon. that’s a wrap on tea leaves, folks ! onto the next one !

The last day of the month only meant one thing to Joshua: it was time to clean. It wasn’t like he minded, it was routine for him. That, and he didn’t have anything better to do majority of the time. Every person under the roof was busy in one way or another, so he took the liberty of making sure they wouldn’t get consumed by the mess that accumulated in their rooms every month. He had cleaned up every room so far, and the final room left was the lone door at the end of the hall: Jihoon’s room.

Joshua gently knocked on the door and waited for a response. Upon hearing no footsteps, he carefully twisted the knob of the door and entered, mumbling a “sorry for intruding” under his breath as he did so.

He walked over to Jihoon’s desk and sorted out the piles of paper to make neater stacks and placed the pens and pencils back into their appropriate holders. He drew back the curtains and opened up the windows, allowing for a fresh breeze to blow into the room.

Jihoon’s room was never too messy, so there wasn’t much he needed to do. He quickly scanned over his surroundings before heading back over to the door. Just was he was about to exit, he realized that he had forgotten to change the sheets. He briskly walked over as he stripped the bed, neatly folding the sheets and placing them aside.

He lifted up Jihoon’s pillow and began to remove the case until he heard a clatter against the ground. He winced at the sound of the impact and got onto the floor, curious to see what could have dropped. He reached under the bed, feeling around until his fingers touched a smooth, cold surface. He furrowed his brows as he pulled it out from underneath the bed and held it up to his face. It was an empty glass vial.

His eyes widened upon realizing where exactly it came from and he immediately got up from the floor, quickly leaving the room. He walked in strides to the end of the hall where Jeonghan’s study was and threw the door open, not even bothering to knock. Jeonghan jumped in his seat at the sudden entrance and frowned at Joshua.

“You know you should always knock when I’m in my study, Joshua,” he said.

Joshua said nothing and walked up to Jeonghan’s desk, placing the vial right on top of his current work. “Look what you did,” he said accusingly. “There isn’t a single drop of that emotion left in this vial.”

Jeonghan picked up the vial and examined it all around. “Oh. You’re right.”

“Do you realize what you just did? Jihoon literally downed an entire vial of emotion and all you have to say is ‘oh’?” Joshua glared at Jeonghan, his frustration rising. “This was too dangerous, but you decided to play around anyways!”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Joshua’s eyes widened, and he had to sit down in order to process what Jeonghan had just said to him. “What did you just say? Who even let you be a witch?”

Jeonghan waved his hand. “I had everything planned out. The charm I gave him was supposed to nullify whatever intentional or unintentional effect that Y/N happened to put on him. That vial? Mostly useless,” Jeonghan said nonchalantly. “The green tea that you told me he made should already be lessening the effects since it’s already been a week. But because he drank the rest of the vial, he’ll probably have one final emotional outburst before it’s out of him completely.”

“Of course, classic Jeonghan. Making things more complicated than they need to be.” Joshua narrowed his gaze, positioning himself so that his legs dangled off the armchair of his seat. “What about the party? How’ll you think that’ll go?”

The witch pursed his lips, his attention returned to the work in front of him. “I don’t know, but it’ll be fun.”

Chan tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, the fit suddenly being too tight. He let out a sigh as he smoothed down his blazer, examining his reflection in the mirror. He gently pat his hair that he so meticulously gelled up and looked over to the wall clock. It was time to leave for the party.

He quietly stepped out into the hall and peered down both ends, making sure Soonyoung’s master wasn’t home. He then briskly made his way to the staircase and descended, quickly leaving the house. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding once he was outside, taking in the cool evening air. The sun almost touched the horizon, streaks of orange filling the sky that faded into soft pinks and purples. Despite the beautiful scenery, it only reminded him that he had until midnight to fix everything.

As he began to walk down the sidewalk, he felt the invitation in his pocket getting heavier. Although he did want to return to you as Dino, the fear that you didn’t like him as Chan still lingered in his mind. How would you even react to the news? He recalled the path to the mayor’s home, making a left at one intersection, turning right at another. The large villa came into view, the sound of orchestral music reaching the streets. He approached one of the men at the gates and pulled out his invitation. Once looked over, he was admitted and the gates were closed behind him. There was no going back. He had to kiss you before midnight.

Despite being sick the week before, Jihoon had insisted that he walked you to the party. He told you that he didn’t want you getting lost, and you appreciated the kind gesture. Once you were admitted past the gates, you stopped to converse with another individual who complimented your dress. When you looked back to your right, Jihoon had seemingly disappeared.

You shrugged it off and assumed he had gone off to talk to someone he knew. You didn’t mind. You figured you would go look for Chan, seeing as he was supposed to be your date. Your eyes scanned through the crowd in the ballroom, mainly looking for the suit that matched your outfit. You let out a huff of frustration. He was nowhere within your line of sight. With nothing better to do, you decided to explore the mansion. You decided that you’d have better luck finding Chan that way instead.

“Don’t steal anything, Jun.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Jun responded with a roll of his eyes.

The pair found the ballroom a bit too stuffy for their liking and resorted to walking around the halls and mindlessly wandering in hopes of finding something that piqued their interest. Initially, they didn’t plan on going to the party. They weren’t invited. However with the knowledge that it was d-day for Chan, Minghao managed to get both him and Jun inside undetected. They knew he’d need help, and they were correct. Jun stopped and stuck his arm back, stopping Minghao.

“Someone’s in the halls, too. They have an aura,” he said quietly.

A figure walked into the hall the pair were in, but they didn’t seem like they had a destination. They were wandering, just like them. When the individual came closer, that was when the two realized it was you. Despite confidently sneaking into the party with the goal of helping Chan, the pair froze up on the spot. That was when they realized that they didn’t actually have any sort of plan.

You were walking with your eyes trained on the marble tiles, paying very little attention to your surroundings. It was until you heard the hitch of a breath when you looked up and your eyes met with two other pairs. It was an awkward staring contest from there, neither party knowing what to say. You didn’t know why two fairly attractive strangers were looking at you. Jun and Minghao didn’t know why you were examining their faces for so long. Your head slowly began to tilt to the side, your eyes narrowing.

“D-do I know you two from somewhere?” you stammered.

That seemed to break the spell, resulting in Jun elbowing Minghao sharply. Minghao turned to glare at Jun, but the familiar’s eyes had a look that screamed “now’s our chance”.

Minghao cleared his throat and stood up straighter. “You’re friends with Chan, right?”

“I am,” you replied slowly. “Who are you guys?”

“We’re also his friends,” Jun interjected. “He actually told us he was looking for you awhile ago.”

The confusion on your face was replaced with a bright smile. “Really? Where is he?”

“He…” Jun’s voice trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

“He told us that if we were to find you – which we coincidentally did – to tell you to meet him on the balcony on the second floor,” Minghao said, a forced smile on his face.

“Oh, okay, thank you!” you chirped, turning back around and walking back the way you came.

Once you were out of their line of sight, the two let out a simultaneous sigh.

“I’m not even sure if this place has a balcony on the second floor,” Minghao groaned, rubbing his temples.

“Whatever, we have to go find Chan right now,” Jun mumbled, grabbing Minghao’s arm and tugging him in the opposite direction you went. “Hopefully she gets lost looking for that balcony.”

Chan stood at the top of the steps that lead down to the dance floor. He leaned onto the railing, hoping that he’d be able to find you at a higher elevation. He looked down at his suit and scanned the crowd for a matching dress, but the giant mass of vibrant colors did little to help him in his search. He let out a dejected sigh and left the steps. Knowing you, he figured that you’d probably be wandering right about now.

The orchestral music began to fade away as he walked further from the ballroom, the empty halls only amplifying his tendency to overthink. Just when he visualized you getting on your broom and leaving him behind, he collided with another individual. He shook his head profusely, removing the thoughts from his head. He looked up to realize that he didn’t bump into one individual, but two: Jun and Minghao.

His eyes widened. “What are you two doing here?”

“Helping you,” Jun replied almost immediately. “Y/N is somewhere on this floor of the mansion looking for a balcony. We told her you would meet her there.”

“You ran into –”

“No time for questions,” Minghao interrupted, grabbing Chan by the shoulders and turning him around. He then began to push Chan forward. “She’s not on this side of the building, we’ve made sure of that. Check the other side.”

“W-wait just a second –” Chan stuttered, all the information coming at him too quickly for his taste.

“Chan, it’s a quarter to eleven,” Jun said urgently.

“Please tell time like a normal person,” Chan groaned, turning back impatiently.

“Ten forty-five,” Minghao clarified. “You have an hour and fifteen minutes.”

And with the time given to him, Chan took off down the hall, a “thank you” echoing off the walls.

Chan let out a frustrated huff as he passed a painting he swore he had passed at least six times before. He ran a hand through his hair, his initial sprinting now more of him dragging his feet. He glanced up at the wall clock he had also passed at least six times to find that exactly fifteen minutes has passed. He had been going in circles for fifteen minutes, yet you were nowhere to be found.

He reached the same godforsaken intersection for the seventh time and weighed his options once more. Left lead him in a circle. Forward was a dead end. Right lead back to the ballroom. There was no winning. He turned left once more with the sliver of hope that there was yet another intersection that he could have possibly missed. Just as he did, he saw two figures coming his direction. It wasn’t Jun and Minghao for sure, as one of the figures was visibly not as tall as the other. As they neared, he realized it was Jihoon and Joshua.

“E-excuse me?” he asked, hoping that he didn’t seem too out of breath from running earlier.

The two stopped and gave him a once over. It was Joshua that spoke first.

“Chan, right? You’re Y/N’s friend.”

“Yep, that’s me,” he responded nervously, avoiding their eyes. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you seen her around? I’m supposed to be her date –” Chan stopped mid-sentence to better his choice of words – “no, her plus one, but I haven’t seen her all night.”

“She’s on the balcony. Go straight down and make a right at the end of the hall,” Jihoon said curtly, looking at Chan with some sort of disdain in his eyes.

Chan seemed to shrink under Jihoon’s gaze. He managed to stutter a small “thank you” before excusing himself down the hall, but Jihoon stopped him before he could even get two steps away from the pair.

“You like her, don’t you? It’s obvious.”

Chan froze, the tips of his ears heating up. He didn’t dare turn around.

“I just wanted to say that I don’t think she’d be interested in a rascal like you,” Jihoon continued. “She clearly likes that boy Hansol more. I’m sure you know who he is. Give it up.”

Joshua quirked his brow at Jihoon’s statement. Chan balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into the palm of his hands.

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think, Jihoon?” Joshua said quietly.

“I’m only stating facts so that Chan here doesn’t get the wrong idea,” Jihoon replied, saying Chan’s name as if it were some sort of poison in his mouth. “I don’t want him to get disappointed.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to –”

“I know.”

Joshua stopped and turned his head to look at Chan, whose shoulders were shaking.

“I know she’d never like someone like me. I know I’ll never be able to impress her or be anything more but a friend to her,” Chan whispered, his voice quivering. “But you clearly don’t know how much she means to me to have me running after her like this.”

Before the two could say anything else, Chan quickly made his way down the hall and turned left. Joshua let out a hum before returning his attention back to Jihoon, who had his brows furrowed in confusion.

“W-what just happened?” he asked slowly. “Did I say something to make that kid upset?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joshua responded reassuringly, draping an arm over Jihoon’s shoulder and leading him back to the ballroom. “Everything from here should fall into place.”

It had taken you forever to find the balcony, and you let out a large sigh of relief as you felt the cool night air blowing down the hall. You followed the breeze leisurely, happy to have found Chan before the party was over. You did want to get one dance with him before it ended. After all, he was supposed to be your date. You reached the balcony, grinning when you saw a figure standing at the railing and looking out to the sea. You were about to call out Chan’s name when the figure turned around, revealing themselves to be Hansol.

“What are you doing up here?” he asked as you stepped onto the balcony.

“I don’t know, what are you doing up here?” you asked playfully.

Hansol rolled his eyes. “I live here.”

“That’s fair,” you said, nodding. You two then burst into a small fit of giggles and you joined him at the railing. “Chan told me to come up here. I was expecting him, not you.”

“I guess you could say I was expecting someone else, too.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“No. Are you?”

You let out a hum. “Nope. The more the merrier, I guess.”

You and Hansol stood there for what you assumed was at least thirty minutes. Thirty minutes and there was no sign of Chan. Just when you were about to give up and go back inside to continue your search, you heard someone step onto the balcony. Your face lit up and you turned around in hopes of seeing your best friend, but luck just didn’t seem to be on your side that night.

“Hansol?” a girl said softly, taking cautious steps towards you two.

“Umji!” Hansol exclaimed, motioning her to come closer.

The girl smiled shyly as she stood next to Hansol and gave you a small wave. “You must be Y/N. Hansol talks about you a lot.”

“He does? That seems like news to me,” you remarked. “What’s your name?”

“Her name is Yewon, but I call her Umji because there’s another Yewon in our class,” Hansol explained. He then slowly took her hand into his, a shy smile appearing on his face. “We also… started dating a while back.”

Umji began to blush and used her free hand to hide her face. “Don’t just say it like that!”

“How else would I say it?”

“Aw, how cute,” you mused. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone then, I need to go look for Chan.”

“Oh, wait!” Umji exclaimed. “Is he wearing a suit that matches your dress?”

You nodded. “Did you happen to see him?”

“Well, he was walking away from the balcony when I came,” she replied. “He was thinking out loud. I heard him mumble something about leaving and someone being right, but I could have heard incorrectly.”

“If he’s thinking out loud then that’s definitely him,” you murmured, pursing your lips. “Thank you, I’ll see you two around!”

Hansol and Umji bid you goodbye as you made your way back into the mansion. You didn’t know why Chan wanted to leave the party so early, but you did have a feeling that you knew where he was headed.

Chan sat at the edge of the docks, his socks tucked into his nice shoes and placed beside him. He had rolled up his slacks just enough so that they wouldn’t get wet while he let his feet dangle in the water. He bit his lower lip as he looked up at the moon. In about five minutes, it would be midnight. In about five minutes, he’d be stuck as Chan forever.

He then stared at the water, watching the moonlight sparkle against the soft waves. He felt his heart ache a bit, being reminded of the time you and him walked along the shore. It only hurt more when he realized the same smile on your face that night wasn’t special to just him. He saw with his own eyes. You gave the same smile to Hansol.

He felt the back of his eyes sting, but he was all out of tears. He just wanted things to be over with. He inhaled deeply and shut his eyes, waiting for the town clock to signal that it was midnight. In about four minutes, it was all going to come to an end.

He felt someone take a seat next to him, the shift in the wooden plank being the giveaway. He heard their feet dip into the water, and silence ensued after. He let out a sigh, his eyes still shut.

“I’ve failed, Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung didn’t reply.

“She’s with Hansol. I never had a chance, and I don’t even know why I tried so hard. Was it the circumstances I was in or was it something more? Either way, I’m an idiot, Soonyoung. The world’s biggest, hopeless idiot.”

Chan then tensed when who he assumed to be Soonyoung gently placed their head on his shoulder, the feeling being all too familiar to him.

“I may not be Soonyoung, but I don’t think you’re an idiot.”

Chan opened his eyes, his cheeks burning up when he realized you had heard his whole spiel. You were sitting right beside him, your arm linked around his. Your temple rested on his shoulder and you stared at the sea with a content look on your face.

“Though, you are an idiot for leaving the party without even letting me know.”

“Y/N, I –”

“You’re an even bigger idiot for thinking that I’m with Hansol,” you continued, a smile playing on your lips. “And you’re the biggest idiot for thinking that I don’t like you, because I do. But still, I don’t think you’re an idiot.”

You removed your head from his shoulder and looked at his now flushed face. You grinned and reached up with your free hand to pinch his cheek gently.

“Cute.”

“W-was it obvious?”

“No, not really,” you hummed. “I didn’t notice it. At least until Hansol mentioned the possibility, of course.”

“So you don’t like Hansol?”

“I don’t. I like you.”

Chan felt his stomach burst into butterflies that flitted all throughout his body. Hearing you say those three words made him feel as if he was on another plane of existence. However, he was brought back to reality when he realized there was only two minutes until midnight.

“Y-Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“I need to tell you something really important,” he said quietly.

“Go ahead.”

“Something that might change your whole view on me.”

“Yes?”

“Something that might –”

“Chan,” you interrupted. “Make your point.”

“R-right,” he stammered. “I only have around a minute and thirty seconds to explain but basically…” his voice trailed off at the end of his sentence.

“Basically?” you repeated slowly.

“Basically the first night you were here you said you wanted to understand me better so I snuck out and found Soonyoung who gave me a spell that turned me human except I won’t be able to turn back into a cat unless I kiss the love of my life within thirty days and it just so happens that the love of my life is you and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I need to kiss you before midnight if I ever want to be Dino ever again,” he said all in one breath, bracing himself for whatever you had to say to him.

He felt you unlink your arm from his and readied himself for the worst, but much to his surprise, he felt your hand gently touch his cheek. What happened next felt surreal. Your touch trailed to the back of his neck and you gently pulled him towards you. You stopped when his face was only centimeters away from yours, a gesture that you both knew was not hesitation, but an innocent form of consent.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you whispered.

With that, your lips met his and the space between you two that felt universes apart ceased to exist. Chan felt himself melting into your touch, the chime of the town clock worlds away from the two of you. It was eleven fifty nine when you two kissed. It was eleven fifty nine when Chan had kissed the love of his life.

“Did you make the tea?”

“Chan made it,” you said proudly, reaching over to pinch your familiar-slash-boyfriend’s cheek. “And he didn’t set the kitchen on fire,” you cooed.

Chan pouted and scooted away from you. “But I didn’t start a fire last time!”

“You almost did, trying to use your magic.”

“Steeping takes too long.”

“But that’s what makes it good!”

Jihoon rolled his eyes. “You two bicker like a married couple.”

“We could be,” you joked, batting your eyelashes at Chan, who was rubbing his red cheek.

“You wish, witch.”

“I am what I am,” you shrugged, getting up from your seat. “I’m delivering books today. Does Chan want to come or does Dino want to come?”

Chan grinned at you. “I would rather stay home, but Dino’ll come if he can take a nap in your satchel.”

“Typical Dino,” you sighed, unhooking your satchel from the back of your chair. You moved a few of the parcels aside and held it open. “Whenever you’re ready.”

In a blink, the boy in front of you was replaced by a black cat. Jihoon watched curiously, the book in front of him forgotten.

“I still can’t get used to that.”

“Hansol and Umji can’t either,” you joked. “‘Oh my god, you’re dating a cat?’ No, I’m dating a boy that can switch to and from a cat. There’s a difference. It gets so tiring.”

“I don’t think they’re even used to the idea that you’re a witch,” Jihoon remarked. You heard a meow of agreement from Dino and you giggled.

“I’m sure they’ll get used to it sooner or later. I mean, his dad was nice enough to remove the whole witch ban thing.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Jihoon concluded. “Anyways, have fun delivering. Safe flying.”

You beamed at him in response and gave him a wave as you left through the garden door. “Thanks, Jihoonie!”

You walked over to your shed and retrieved your broom that rested against the wall. You carefully positioned yourself over your broom and shut your eyes. In a matter of seconds you found yourself in the air, the bookstore being the size of your hand.

“Where to first, Dino?”

He meowed and you groaned in exasperation.

“Really? Her?”

Another meow.

“Fine. I guess we can pay Soonyoung a visit while we’re there.”

Meow.

“Yes, his cat form still gives me the spooks,” you sighed, leading your broom in the right direction.

There was a slight pause before he meowed once more. You smiled, your cheeks heating up ever so slightly.

“I love you, too.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #lee chan #dino #witch!au #tl

[volleyboys-imagines]

Maybe a headcanon post of the captains and pets?

omigosh i have literally been waiting for an ask like this since i started bless you anon im sorry if this was late, it’s midterms week!! ||

it’s long, so have fun under the cut!

Sawamura:

German Shepherd, Captain

@faiyuuhi has the Fireman!AU with all the pets and Daichi with Captain was just perf.

I mean, ever since I had this prompt in my head I’ve always been able to see Daichi with a German Shepherd: they’re dependable, loyal, hardworking, smart. But Faiyuuhi just did it so well with her book, I fell in love with the idea even more ❤

Daichi got Captain in college on a whim because he felt lonely and his neighbor was a really good friend that felt owed Daichi so much

So Daichi got a two-month-old German Shepherd

^which he really didn’t know what to name for a while

^but he really wanted to use the name ‘Captain’, and it just kind of stuck

He and Captain go on walks and morning runs together, play catch in the park, do coordinated tricks, even work out at home together (since pets weren’t really allowed to be in the gym)

until ofc the manager at the local gym he works out in saw him running in that park in gym shorts and black tank and says ‘so that’s where he disappears to’ bc he really loves being with Captain so much

and she allows Captain to go to the gym (considering he’s housetrained ofc) and eventually becomes the gym mascot c:

On the topic of tricks, Daichi once brought Captain to the park to practice tricks, and he got an audience that filmed him and his dog

He went a little viral in Miyagi for his ‘Hot Guy and Amazing Dog!!!! AWESOME TRICKS’ or smth like that, and every now and then he does shows in the park

^ after which some spectators offer money for his time

^ now he sets a small box for Captain’s treat budget for extra effort :)

Daichi hates brushing sessions the most, especially during shedding season. 

^and when Captain just shakes his fur out in the middle of the thing omigod

^that is the reason why Daichi hates his carpeted apartment

I didn’t mean to ship Captain with Harper, which came out of nowhere, but why not have some fluff hcs about them

When they’re tired from walks, they snuggle together in a mass of black, brown, red and white fur

Snoot booping. Snoot booping everywhere

Lots of tail wagging, esp when they look at each other

Captain’s pretty shy around Harper, and ducks his head when she runs for him the next time they meet, but really, really likes giving her kisses

They don’t meet when she’s in heat, and they meet on a regular basis when she’s not. Captain looks forward to the meetings and knows what time it is, so when Daichi doesn’t look like he’s bringing Captain to meet with Futakuchi and Harper, he starts barking and howling for her :’(

Oikawa:

Japanese Bobtail, Maenki (maen-ki)

I guess a lot of people would pair his flamboyance with a Persian (which is long-haired and floofy and just screams c l a s s y ) but a long-haired Persian requires daily grooming. Considering this boy’s busy vbc + acads schedule, I don’t think that’s going to work

So I read around since I don’t own a cat, and saw that the Japanese Bobtail would be best over my original idea of having a Scottish Fold

They’re healthy, colorful, and easy to care for, but at the same time affectionate and really great companions.

Oikawa got his at about five months old, a pretty mostly-white tabby calico mix girl with yellow eyes

Her white spots are big, and look like petals dappling her fur, really pretty ❤

He’s wanted one since he saw a Manekineko and read about the folklore too

Later as I was doing this draft I was thinking about my cousin misspelling things, and when she was trying out ‘Manekineko’, she spelled it as ‘Maenkineko’. The Maenki part stuck, since the above hc is that Oikawa likes the Manekineko. :)

He learns that she can ‘talk’, which are mostly chirps and meows strung together

and now when he talks to her, she knows how to respond. Like greeting her good morning earns him her own greeting that, through time, he recognizes as her ‘good morning’ reply

At night, when he can’t call Iwa-chan or Makki or Mattsun, he talks to her, and they have conversations that last hours

She keeps up with his active lifestyle too. Like he does pushups at home and she bats his nose with a paw, or sits on his back

Sometimes he jogs around the street their house is in and she follows

And she’s extra smart too: like she can find the ball in cups, find her ball, etc

She also loves boxes, and will get into anything she can fit into

So he keeps all his boxes closed, and has one especially for her

she doesn’t even touch her furry cat bed, sadly

She scratches him when he tries for her belly too

But she looooves brushing sessions. Like she will try to get those bristles under her chin no matter what, which is problematic since he needs to brush all of her

!! She absolutely loves being pet

And the rest of the Seijou vbc love her to death

Like, she’s the first thing they look for in Oikawa’s home, to Oikawa’s disappointment

Iwaizumi’s really dumbfounded on why Maenki would like someone like him lol

“Look look! Maenki loves Iwa-chan ❤”

^that’s the running joke of the Seijou 3rd years lol but it’s hella fine to Iwa-chan

Sometimes she sucks Makki’s fingers :>

and is utterly terrified of how damn tall Mattsun is :

Kuroo

Medium-sized Poodle, Sushi; Common goldfish, Neko;Plakat Betta, Aki

Kuroo’s love of dogs over cats is canon, so no cats for this tol

His parents agreed he could have a dog, so they got a Medium-sized cream Poodle. Standard was too big, and Toy was too small, so they got one in the middle. His mother was allergic to fur, so they got a poodle

Sushi was the name the breeders kind of tagged him with because at two months, he looked like a riceball

Why not Onigiri? No idea either

^this lil shit is smart af. Regularly gets out of his crate, leash, collar, whatever

Gets into so much mischief too, but that was only because Kuroo wasn’t walking him; all that pent up energy was directed the wrong way

Now they have 15-minute runs and 15-minute training sessions everyday. Sushi now knows enough to enter an obedience competition

The lil shit is fast af, something Kuroo learned while sprinting. Lots of dogs that was Sushi’s size he’s handled before weren’t as fast as this beanpole of ours, but this literal small cloud of fluff could match Kuroo’s sprint over about 200m

(Even though Kuroo is the fastest of the vbc after Tora and Lev)

Neko he won from the college fair. He had no idea what to name it until it jumped out of the tank. He put it back in the tank and lo and behold: it lives!

^and since the first thing he said was that the thing must have nine lives, the name ‘Neko’ stuck

^ to this day, Kenma thinks it’s weird af (but hella cheesy and ironic)

Come spring, as he was cleaning out the tank, he noticed that the container he put Neko in had transparent little balls stuck to the walls. He ran his fingers along the tank walls, and found more of them

The filter was a bitch to clean too

In the end he did a 100% water change, and cleaned including the stand on which the tank sat on

^ this took up an entire Saturday afternoon

That was the day he realized that, for six months, the goldfish was a fricking girl.

Neko was seven months under Kuroo’s care when Aki came home.

Aki is a Grizzle Plakat Betta

Kuroo knew that bettas couldn’t be put into a tank with a four-inch-goldfish because of their size, and because bettas are literally fighting fish

But Kuroo found Aki not in one of those cups, but in a community tank. this means that Aki was already living peacefully with other fish

So after buying the things he needed for Neko’s tank, he had Aki put in a bag to take home c:

So imagine a less-than-an-inch betta with a four-inch-goldfish

Oddly enough, they get along. Well if by ‘getting along’ means ‘no nipped fins’ then they’re good

The name ‘Aki’ (暁) literally means ‘daybreak’. It’s attributed to his pastel body and blue-and-purple fins, literally looking like the morning sky

Sushi once jumped up on the seat right next to the tank and watched the fish for a good five minutes. He goes there every now and then to bark at the tank, and they greet him with omnom faces. (they’re practically best friends now c:)

Futakuchi

Alaskan Malamute, Harper; Guinea pig, Megumi

His aunt was into raising Malamutes. There was a month-old litter in her house

one of the puppies crawled up to his leg and started pawing his pants. He picked her up, and played with her until he left with his mother that evening. He’s wanted her ever since (although he won’t really admit that openly)

About a month later, he was a proud owner of a smol sable-and-white, blue-eyed Alaskan Malamute

Named her ‘Harper’, even though she’s also called Haru-chan (/ha-ru-pe-ru/, since Harper itself is an English name)

On the way or when she came home, she kept trying to lick his face, as if she was excited he was her new owner

Outside the house, she’ll play pretty vigorously

Once she grew into standard Malamute size, she’s learned she can bowl Futakuchi over. The rest of the team thinks it’s cute

Poor Sakunami is dwarfed by the some-6-foot-tall Harper. he likes it when she flops on him tho, such warmth

speaking of, in the house she likes flopping onto anyone, as in anyone

Sakunami was lying on the couch and he kind of just disappeared under her fluff

^ Aone was looking for him all around the house, the whole team was looking for him around the house until he woke up from under her and his hands popped out, trying to lift the sleeping dog off his small frame

^ which ofc Aone and Kogane had some trouble with bc Harper’s pretty iffy about being moved when she’s comfy

^ Sadly the same thing happens to Futakuchi on the regular, even more so bc he sleeps in his room and she is allowed in his room

^ ofc he knows that dogs aren’t allowed on the bed or to sleep with you but she’s just. so. stubborn

But he has so much fun with her, the team really thinks it’s cute

^ if he wasn’t so invested in the dog he probably would have a gf at that point

Sometimes they go out in the park and share mochi

And he lets her play free bc the kids want to play fetch with her

But at the same time can’t ??? because she runs off c:

Once they were walking and they come across Daichi and Captain

This sweetheart literally just waltzes up to Captain and boops his snoot with hers ❤

To which Futakuchi has absolutely no idea what to do bc she’s never really looked at the ‘how to raise a female dog’ part of the books before

She and Captain sometimes spend afternoons together on the rare occasion that they meet c:

^to Futakuchi’s dismay, since she usually pays attention to him, and now she’s got goo goo eyes on Captain

Ushijima

I don’t really see Ushiwaka having a pet, since he’ll probably think it’ll take up his time

But how about an hc where he keeps a freaking hedgehog

African Pygmy Hedgehog, Quill

^ some idiot tried to give it as a gift (not Tendou, he’s too smart for that) and Ushiwaka just kind of took it in.

^ the note mentioned just how spiky he was, and took it to a literal level.

^ he didn’t have the heart to ‘dispose’ of the tiny ball of spines, so he decided to keep it.

^ his mother was pretty much against it though, but he managed.

The smol stays in a large for-rabbits cage, with furniture of assorted sizes

After the initial introductory period (which includes desensitizing of new owner and environment, plus anting) Quill’s pretty chill

He likes snuggling in Ushiwaka’s huge sweaters, and practically disappears

You know the Hangry to Happy Hedgie vids? Feed this smol some cheese bits while he’s curled up

Sometimes Ushiwaka leaves Quill out of his cage for a while, until the Grand Ace forgets

^ and subsequently finds droppings over his hardwood floor

^ and also subsequently wonders where the heck the smol went

When the team comes over, they don’t really check on Quill simply because it’s Quill. He doesn’t really care

He cares for the treats they give tho

And the snuggles they let him have when Tendou brings him out

Speaking of, Tendou once wanted to pet Quill, but was afraid he’d get spiked

Ushiwaka showed him how, and every time he visits he’s usually got his hands on Quill

^unfortunately the one time Tendou made that stupid pun of ‘spiking’ Quill made Ushiwaka kind of worried that Tendou would actually spike the smol

^ so now Tendou must always handle Qull under Grand Ace Supervision™

Quill also likes cherries (without the skin), but it stains his lips, cheeks, chest, and paws (which leads to Ushiwaka trying to bathe Quill [which Ushiwaka really doesn’t look forward to])

But leave the smol in a bath and he’ll swim for hours

^ which is ofc dangerous but Ushiwaka also has a heart, so he spoils this one sometimes

Bokuto

First of all, HOOT HOOT

Second of all, I’ve read up on the thing about keeping owls, and although it’s a good enough idea for our resident Hoot Captain, it’s not realistic enough

So how about another dog instead?

Labrador Retriever, Choko

Anybody know what a name we could give this one

The Labrador Retriever’s intelligent, playful, family-oriented, supportive

I wanted Bokuto to have one that’s extra playful, but most of them were either small or medium in size. I really didn’t ship something like that for Bokuto

I was thinking of an Australian Shepherd, a Shikoku, Siberian Husky, Dalmatian

^ and subsequently thought, why not four dogs??

^ then I thought of Akaashi and kind of received a fictional bop on the head heheheh

SO

Bokuto went out witih Kuroo to the local groomer/clinic with Sushi, and saw quite a few puppies waiting for their grooming and wandering around playing with other puppies and dogs

And most dogs were small/medium in size

So when a grown-ass black Lab sat in line, he was just so ‘wowed’ out

Like

“Kuroo!! It’s so BIG”

“…isn’t that what girls say when they see your thing??”

“Bro”

“Bro”

But the black Lab was so big and sweet and so very nice

The owner even let him pat her head!!!

And he decided he wanted one :)

ofc Kuroo would let his friend know what it takes to take care of a dog and whatnot, and ofc Bokuto won’t listen to this

So they check the ad boards next to the door for any Lab breeders

and Bokuto’s like, “Why not get from the pet store?”

and Kuroo lists down the hell why nobody should get dogs or cats any pet from the pet store

(says the author who got a betta from the pet store)

aaand Bokuto vows to vanquish pet stores

somehow

aaand Kuroo distracts Bo with a breeder close by

“Oh look it’s a station away”

“WHERE”

and somehow Bo procures a female chocolate brown Labrador Retriever

“KUROO LOOK LOOK”

“AKAASHI LOOK LOOK”

Choko loooooves to play! She literally always brings her tennis ball over

Bokuto can’t stody because of this

But when he does she lies down under his desk as a foot warmer

And she gets rubs too c:

aaaand because Labs love to swim :>

sometimes he brings her to the beach and plays fetch into the water

and all the girls love a man with a dog right??? wrong

he’s just so loud that’s all and it’s such a turn off

also he just freezes but that’s not the point

this baby girl is just sooooo loveable that she’s always getting kisses

and always giving kisses!!!

SO the captains meet up out of nowhere with their pets and guess who she tries glomping first :>

yeahh Captain’s a ladies’ man

so much that Daichi’s pretty irritated about that

BUT get this

the first time they meet is that she’s just so happy to see another dog almost her size that she just runs over and glomps Captain in a head-on collision course

He’s terrified of her after that

But slowly they become good friends

She and Sushi are best friends!!

Sushi has unlimited energy and paired with the big Lab Choko they’re free to roughhouse however they want

so feel free to ship the smol with the big, that’s fine

When they’re all tired, it’s a big pile of multicolored multi-textured fluff that Captain stands lies guard over

Choko likes giving kisses the most, likes getting pet the most, likes playing ball the most

Chewing? She chews on hands and fingers and it doesn’t really hurt bc Labs have soft mouth

^you literally could give her an egg and the shell won’t break

Bokuto finds that weird since Sushi can bite real hard

But finds it adorable nonetheless

okay imma post this first because it’s two weeks overdue but i’ll try to update it for the other captains!!! im so sorry anon i hope you like the length of it though i got so invested in this even though it was midterms week hahahah

#haikyuu!! #headcanons #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #futakuchi kenji #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto koutarou #pets headcanons #pets #guess which pets are mine :) #i had fun with this! #thanks anon :>

[nostalgiaispeace]

254.

what do you normally eat at a barbecue? everything.

do you prefer aquatic creatures or flying (water or air)? neither.

would you like to go swimming with dolphins? no. i don’t support companies who do that.

what to you is beautiful beyond all compare? music.

in 5 years time, what do you NOT want to be doing (worst scenario)? still being at Amazon.

have you and a friend ever gone after the same person? no

do you lead people on? no.

have you ever been told that you were going to hell? yeah

do you know any actual dances or do you just move to the music? move

name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. my grandpa almost lived an entire century.

do you know which side your appendix is on? no

if someone was willing to tell your crush you liked them would you let them?   i don’t have a crush?

do you put q-tips in your ear or just round the outside? in

have you ever popped another person’s zit? yeah

gave you ever told a friend to dump their SO? did they? yeah; yeah

what do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else? any really. i love piercings.

who do you tease most often and what about? Matt, everything lol

most disgusting bug? i dunno

favorite thing you’ve ever painted?   i’m not sure

when it’s your birthday, do you have the correct number of candles? i rarely get a cake so

when you take surveys, what kinds of questions do you HOPE will be asked?   unique ones

do you like 80s music? yeah

what kind of food is your favorite? (Ex. Mexican, Chinese, Thai, etc.) Mexican.

how would you feel if you were drafted for the military? i’d cry

would you have sex before marriage? why or why not? yeah; because why not?

how do you feel about shaved pubes? do what you want.

are you more liberal or conservative? Liberal

why do some teenagers drink alcohol? because they want to?

do you like obama? yes

would making abortion illegal really be the logical thing to do? no

does the person you like, like you? yeah

what’s the most sexual thing you’ve done? um......sex......?

what’s your opinion on masturbation?   it’s fun?

do you wish you had an eating disorder because you want to lose weight?   um fuck you

what is your favorite queen song? i can’t spell it.

who is the sexiest celebrity? would you cheat on your partner for this celebrity?   Oliver Sykes, no

how often do you cuss? every day

how is your self-esteem? low

have you ever thought about committing suicide? yes

have you ever cleaned up someone else’s vomit?   yes

would you kiss the last person you texted? no

do you think you exercise enough? no

you’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up. what do you say? night babe

if i offered to buy you a chocolate bar, which would you choose? reeses

have you ever written a song or poem for someone special? poems maybe

have you ever been told that you resemble a celebrity?   Yes.

in your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most?   my therapist

last time you got goosebumps?   not sure

do you have a beatles shirt? Nope.

what color(s) have you dyed your hair? red, black, orange on accident, blue, blonde

do you think about the way things used to be often?   yeah

have you ever dated a ginger? Nope.

have you ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend?   nope

how do you like being roused in the morning? i don’t like mornings.

favorite food? burgers

what is the best news you could hear right now? not sure

do you listen to screamo?   lol it’s metalcore or deathcore

does your town/area have a farmer’s market? do you ever buy your vegetables there rather than grocery store? yeah,no

you’re on life support, and you want someone to pull the plug.  who do you want to do it?   doesn’t matter.

has anyone ever “ruined” anything for you (for example: your partner says, “oh, this song always reminds me of my ex” and you never want to listen to it again, or your friend is so obsessed with a movie that you start to resent the film)?   yeah

would you ever get a tattoo in honor of someone in your life?  it doesn’t have to be their name.   my kitty

if you had a significant other and somehow got a chance to kiss your celebrity crush, would you still go for it?   on the cheek sure.

if you still live with your parents, is it scary for you to imagine living away from them when you move out on your own? if you live on your own, how did you cope with moving away from your family for the first time?   it was hard and scary

do you tend to be attracted to people that are more similar to you in interests and mannerisms or do you tend to be attracted to someone opposite/complementing to you?   opposite

is there something that people complain about that just makes you roll your eyes because you think is not a big deal and you would gladly trade your own issues for it? what?

have you ever received an unwanted gift from someone trying to woo you? did you accept it or reject it?   reject.

have you ever boycotted a product or corporation? how come? not really?

if someone asks you to hang out, but for some reason you’re just feeling lazy/don’t want to go anywhere, do you ignore them, make up an excuse, or just tell them the honest truth?   tell them i’m not feeling it.

have you heard of or even read the novel, “50 shades of grey”? if so, what’s your opinion about it? yeah; disgusting.

has a guy ever let you wear his jacket? yeah

has anyone you ever dated called you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice? no

have you met anyone famous? Yes.

what will your next piercing be? dunno

what do you regret doing at FAR too young?   Nothing.

do you have any weapons for personal protection? yeah

is there a piece of jewelry that holds any sentimental value to you? Yes.

what does your facebook status say right now? i dunno

have you ever had your picture in the newspaper? no

what did you have for dinner last night? Qdoba

do you think you look similar to your siblings? Not really.

what do you usually dream about? i don’t remember my dreams.

do you ever use sleep as a way to cope with bad moods?   yeah

what’s the most self-destructive thing you’ve ever done? self harm

was (or is) it difficult for you to watch your siblings mature? if you’re an only child, is it difficult to watch family members in general get older?   yeah

have you ever blamed an outside force for a problem you were having?   like all the time.

do you find yourself getting more optimistic around new year’s, or does that time of year have a negative affect on you?   it doesn’t make a difference.

who was your high school crush? Kyle

what do you dislike about your smile?   i don’t have an opinion on it.

have you noticed that EVERYONE is ‘bisexual’ these days? no?

are you online 24/7? no

who is your favorite online friend? not sure.

is it possible to be single and happy? yeah

is there anyone who hates you? probably.

does your mom know your deepest darkest secrets?   yeah

who did you last talk to about the person you like?   dunno

is there anyone you trust who you shouldn’t?   no

do you want kids? yes

have you ever fallen completely in love? Yes.

do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?   it’s fun

what was your biggest worry five years ago, do you still feel the same about it at this minute? dying. sometimes

do you want your children (if you have any) to be ‘just like you’? no

do you have same sex fantasies?   i probably have? i dunno

would you ever have sex in the shower or the bath?   i have before and i’m not a fan

opinion on immigrants/immigration reform? let them stay

should prostitution be legalized? Yes.

why are you the person you are? dunno. life?

if you were offered a shot of whiskey right this second, would you accept?   no

what are you like when you’re drunk? depends on my mood

do you want a church wedding? no

story of the first time you made out with someone?   i can’t really remember

first time you gave/received oral sex? with Matt at some point.

do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? i’m marrying him..

how many followers do you have on tumblr? what about twitter/instagram? im not sure. I don’t pay attention

first time you thought you were in love? when did you realize that you weren’t actually in love with that person? i guess with Kyle?; after breaking up

ever seen someone just roll out of bed and still look hot?
   yeah.

would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? i want to

if you were pregnant right now…?   i’d be happy

have you ever kissed an ex after you two have broken up?   no

do you ever wear boots with skinny jeans?   yeah

is there a den in your house? No.

what’s currently on your mind?   the stuff i have to do

do you have a pinterest account?   I do.

have you ever seen the television show the munsters?   Nope.

would you/have you spent more than $200 on any one person for a holiday? no

thoughts on slenderman? have you even heard of him? interesting case

what would you call yourself the king or queen of? metal

if i paid for you to take karate lessons, would you? yeah

what is the saddest movie that you’ve ever seen?   Titanic

opinion: on surveys that begin with your name, age, etc?   no opinion

do you know any people who cuss in every sentence? yeah,me

ever written that you were going to end your life?   yeah

is life good? it’s okay

did you lose friends when you started dating someone?   not really.

have you ever used the word “rawr” in an actual conversation? not that i know of.

would you change yourself for the person you love?   no..well i started recovery for matt so maybe yes?

do you have someone you can be your complete self around?   yeah

do you have nice eyes? i like them fine

how did you celebrate your last birthday? dinner, book store, went to matt’s grandma’s

have you ever had sex on the beach? no

would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?   sure

can you juggle? no

what’s the last thing you drew a picture of? dunno

is your bellybutton an innie or outie? Innie.

have you ever been banned from a public place? no

what horror fiction character scares you the most?   none

have you ever milked a cow? Nope.

have you ever given blood?   Nope.

do you know any identical twins? no

have you ever made your own ice cream? no

#me #survey

[descendantofthesparrow]

Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 16 - It’s Going Down

a rewrite of the x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

  Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

  -----

It was almost noon, you sat in front of ben as Harry taunted him, oddly enough, when you arrived and Ben saw you, he seemed to be surprised. As if he didn’t expect you, which was odd.

“hows it feel bein’ a king now eh~” Harry taunted, ben looked uncomfortable, Harry snickered and circled around ben, disappearing from his sight, ben looked around for him, Harry appeared on the other side, opening his mouth to taunt Ben again, but Uma shoved his shoulder, “give it a rest harry, give it a rest” Uma sighed and plopped down next to you, “we don’t wanna damage the goods”

Harry climbed the ropes and growled, pointing his hook at ben “ye said tha’ I could hook ‘em!!”

“I said; at noon!” Harry and Uma had a momentary stare down before Harry dropped from the railing at once again got into bens personal space. Opening his fist lightly, his pocket watch dropped down, he smirked as he read it.

“20 more minutes~!”Ben frowned, leaning forward slightly to glance at the watch, raising his brow. “that says 11:30.”

Harry gleefull look darkened and Uma intervened before Harry shoved his hook through Ben’s throat.

“you better hope your girlfriend comes through” Harry left Bens side and strutted over to yours, hiking his leg up behind you, caging you protectively. He didn’t like the way Ben was eyeing you.

“shes, not my girlfriend anymore” you and Uma just looked at him Bordley, before Harry started giggling, making you and Uma crack a smile, but you snickered along with Harry.

“leave us alone you two” Harry offered his arm to you, pulling you with him. As he passed by ben he grinned and stepped close, taunting him once more.

“19 minutes to go now~!”

“go.”

Harry huffed and gripped Bens shoulder tightly before releasing it, quickly curling his arm around your shoulders and leading you away, away from Ben, but still close enough for Uma to call to either of you.

“I don’ like the way he was lookin’ at ye luve” you rolled your eyes, ben would never have the intentions of the people of the isle, “I’m sure he wasn’t looking at me in a malicious way, he too much of a goody two shoes for that”

“i-I know, it's just-“Harry had a dark look on his face, anxiety, and fear clear on it. You frowned in worry, what was wrong with him?

“Harry?” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek, he sighed and leaned into your hand, closing his eyes. “what's wrong?”

“i-I” he mumbled, “I feel like something bads gonna happen”

‘yeah the wands gonna be fake’ you thought grimly, Uma had asked you about the events of the exchange, but you had told her that you didn’t want to change things, it might have disastrous consequences. Luckily she understood.

Now don’t get yourself wrong, you didn’t want Uma to lose, in fact, you would try to help Uma to turn the tides to her side a little more.

“lass?” you hummed and looked into Harrys eyes, his ocean blue eyes stared sadly and pleading into yours. “yes Harry?” “don’t leave meh side. Understood? I don’t want anything happening to ye.”

You nodded and he softly smiled at your agreement, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hugging you tight.

You hummed and wrapped your arms around his torso, squeezing him back. A moment later Uma called for harry, and he broke away and strutted over to her, you following close behind.

…

What? He said don’t leave his side.

---

It was time, Gil announced that the core four arrived, and you shadowed Harry as he pushed Ben forward.

Turning he grinned sadistically and yelled; “welcome~!”

Uma laughed as she stepped forward, “finally~!”

Huh, let's get this party started

I swear I'm cold-hearted

There's no negotiation

I'm not here for debatin'

You need some motivation?

Just look at Ben's face

Then ask yourself how long you think I'll remain patient

I'll throw him overboard and let him swim with killer sharks

You either hand over the wand or he'll be ripped apart

(im not writing the entire scene of it's going down, I just writing the important parts)

As you sang along with the crew, you didn’t notice Carlos and evie point you out and talk with Jay and mal.

As Harry held Ben over the plank, you stood back and behind Gil, you had a feeling you were being watched, you didn’t like it.

Harry seemed to notice as well, constantly glancing at you, and every time he had passed you he brushed his hand with yours as if making sure you were really there.

Soon Uma called out for the wand, but she immediately asked for proof of it being real.

Mal faked a spell on dude and the crew laughed at his speech. But a pit began to form in your stomach.

You hated this part. You stayed at Harry's left, as Uma was casting the “spell”, you watched as Harry's face began to fill with hope and glee before his eyes lost the light as nothing happened, he turned to you slightly and you clenched his wrist, staring into his eyes, hoping he'd understand.

‘I'm sorry, but I couldn’t tell’

“NO!” Uma snapped the “wand” and looked furiously at Mal, who had run back and now was holding a sword, along with the rest of her friends.

“YOU DO NOT GET TO WIN EVERY TIME!”

Uma roared, pointing at Mal she commanded the crew to surge forward “GET HER!!”

Then came the smoke, you heard someone yell for another to wait, and that she was too far away.

What? Who was too far away?

Harry broke away from you and made his way to Jay, you sighed and drew your sword, glancing at the others, they just ran forward and Mal dodged them, sometimes they could be idiots.

Rushing forward, you tripped Mal up, stopping just before she could move away, you hooked your blade around your ankle and pulled it towards you, she squeaked and fumbled forward, you gripped the collar of her vest and shoved her towards Uma, who grinned and drew her sword.

You turned and saw Lonnie, who smirked and made the ‘come at me’ gesture, you grinned back and raised your sword, she bolted forward and tried to strike your torso, you quickly parred, grabbing her wrist and twisted it, she gasped and loosened her grip, you smirked to yourself, twisting her around you flipped her over and stabbed her sword next to her head.

“GG dragon girl!” she furrowed her brows as you grinned at her and bolted off, “huh?” she sat for a moment, before shaking her head to clear it, quickly getting up and unlodging her sword from the deck, she shortly began to battle with another pirate.

You lost yourself in the battle, at the moment fighting Evie, who seemed to keep trying to get a grip on you. What the fuck? Unluckily she backed you into a corner, but you tripped and fell over the edge, lading on Gil, you both groaned in pain, but you quickly shot up, chasing after Ben.

“(y/n)!!” turning you saw Harry reaching out for you from the edge of the dock, soaking wet. Rushing forward you grasped his hand, pulling him up. Uma rushed past you, yelling after mal.

You and Harry look at each other, grinning you drew your swords, and you soon cornered Carlos.

Let's go, bring it on

Bring it on, it's going down

Time is running out

Bring it on, it's going down

Let's go, bring it on

Bring it on, it's going down

Time is running out

Bring it on, it's going down

“Carlos! Smoke bomb!” Carlos twisted away from you, making you fall to the floor from how much weight you were pushing onto Carlos, and the absence of that weight made you fall.

Smoke, it covered your vision, and you accidentally inhaled it in, and you coughed horrendously, your vision started going black.

“Carlos grab her, we need to go now!!”

You felt someone pick you up, and you looked behind you, Harry, still in the smoke, calling your name. you weakly reached for him, softly calling back.

“Harry.”

He didn’t hear you, he didn't see you being taken away.

Darkness.

----Harry POV---

Mal pushed the bridge connecting the deck to the tunnel. growling, Uma gave her last verse.

What's my name?

What's my name?

What's my name?

Say it now

Beasty boy called for Mal, she turned and walked away, Uma screamed and pushed my shoulder, rushing to her room, I sighed and sheathed my sword, turning I looked for (y/n), but she wasn’t there. “(y/n)?” nothing no hum of attention or clicking of a tongue showing she was listening “(y/n)?!” turning around, panicking, I looked towards the ground, my heart stopped.

Her sword.

I rushed forward, and leaned down, along with her sword was her ring she wore constantly, the one that looked like an arrowhead.

“no” I whispered to myself, looking up at the tunnel, I heard the traitors voices.

“quickly! get her in before she wakes up, I don’t want Uma noticing she's gone.”

“M I don’t know about this, Harry seemed really protective over her”

“whatever, FG needs to send her home, she doesn’t belong in this world”

No, no no no! NO!!

It wasn’t like a punch to the gut, but instead, like the air had been sucked from my lungs and my stomach filled with stones. “No, no, no!” They had taken her! After everything they had already done to me, that had to take my biggest treasure from me?!

“NO!”

I stared at the tunnel, the distance between it and the dock, and wondered if I could make it. It would be risky, but if there was a chance I could catch up to them,

-

“Harry?” Gil called, curious at the look in Harrys eyes, watching him walk backward, then another step “Dude what are yo-…GONZO CATCH HIM!”

It was too late, Harry ran forward and lept across the gap, just making it, thanks to the parkour lessons Harry did with (y/n), he knew how to make jumps like that. Harry rushed through the tunnel, just seeing (y/n)s passed out form before Mal saw him and eyes wide, she slammed the car door. The car started and quickly drove off, with (y/n) inside.

Harry screamed her name, rushing after the car, but alas, he was just human, the car was too fast.

“GIVE HER BACK!!!” as the car drove farther away, Harry lost his footing, he landed on the floor, grunting at the pain filling his chest. He quickly tried to get up, but it was too late.

…the barrier opened…

…the car went through…

…going…

Going

…gone…

(y-y/n) was gone, she-she promised!! She promised she wouldn’t leave his side!!! She swore to Calypso!!!

“no” Harry whispered in a broken voice, “No! please god no! g-give her back please!” he pleaded to the gods, hoping any of them would hear his cry and bring his bonnie lass back.

“GIVE HER BACK!!!” He screamed out, he broke, hot tears streaming down his face. “give her back”

His shoulders shook with his sobs, wailing he buried his face in his hands.

“please!”

He lost her!

Shes gone!!!

(y/n)’s gone!!!

Give her back!  

Give her back!!

GIVE HER BACK!!!

“please”

…

…

…

           “I love her”

 ---end of part 16---

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