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skriveting · 2 years

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A bunch of different writing prompts MASTERLIST #1

updated 12.3.22

“Hate to break it to you, but …”

“Ok, this whole thing you’re doing? I’m gonna need you to stop.”

“I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else”

“So now what? You’re just gonna chase after them with a flashlight and righteousness?”

“To save you the time and me the breath …”

“Blackmail is more powerful than money. Once you have them with blackmail, you have them forever.” “I just asked you if I could borrow five dollars, I-”

“I can teach you something else if you want”

“Does anyone care what I think?” “I know I don’t!”

“Toss me!” “Toss you?!” “Do it!!”

“Hold my beer.” “This is a Capri-sun.”

“Wow that was so wild. Crazy”

“I hope common sense is the next cool trend”

“You think you can take me?”

“Bring it on.” “Enough with the movie references, can we just fight already?”

“Relax, there is no problem/we have no problems!” *B walks in* “Ok, one problem!”

“How did you even learn how to do this??” “It’s probably best that you don’t know.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” “I guess that would be difficult.”

“You really think you can stop me? Adorable.”

“This is ridiculous, why did you make me carry you on my back?” “Stop complaining, I need a good vantage point!” “You can literally FLY!”

“Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes, *B*!” “Listen, I love a good Taylor Swift reference as much as the next guy, but now is probably not the time-”

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

“Alright, fine. If I can’t get around you, I guess I’ll have to go through you!”

“So, you know how in _______, ___________ _______? That literally makes no sense.” “IT’S 1AM. Go to sleep!”

“For most people it goes, observe, think, speak. For *B* it goes a little differently.”

“This would be a lot easier if you weren’t so hot.”

“I don’t want your help, I want you safe!”

“Who buys 25 packs of balloons?!” “Leave me alone, it’s been a rough day!”

“Can you turn up the heat in here? It’s freezing in here!” “Sure baby, come on over here-” “nOt what I meant!!”

“Keep talking and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

“I wish I was who you think I am”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” “How?” “That’s not your department.”

“An asteroid could hit Earth right now and I’d still be more upset about this”

“Could you please make an effort with them?” “I don’t care about them, I only care about is you.”

“Why not?” “Because I don’t want to die!” “You can be so boring sometimes why do I even hang out with you?”

“You know that’s never gonna happen, right?” “Just let me have this”

“You’re the Ethan to my Hila.” “You have to stop using modern references I have no idea what any of them mean”

“Rules are meant to be broken.” Actually, that’s not-“ "Come on!!”

“If I get shot, will you have my back?” “…. Well…” “Say yes!!”

“He’s the embodiment of everything wrong with the world. I’m kind of into it”

“Wow that was awful. Truly.” “Thank you.”

“I’d die for you.” “Please live for me instead.”

“I don’t know, it could be worse!” “But it could definitely be a whole lot better too.” “You have a point there.”

“I think I just met the human version of a dubstep remix.”

“You’re a mess. But you’re my mess.”

“If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom!”

“Every time I see your face I go crazy.” “Crazy in a bad way or crazy in a good way?” “Undecided.”

“Love is like a plant. It has to be watered and nurtured and eventually it’ll grow and become stronger and stronger.” “Can our love be the plant that eats bugs and stuff? That one’s really cool.” “… sure.”

“If they don’t kill you, I will.”

“We’re going on a trip, in our favorite rocket ship-” “Please don’t sing the song-” “ZOOMING THROUGH THE SKY!!!”

“I can’t believe you’re scared of spiders, you’re massive.” “THEY’RE SMALL AND UNPREDICTABLE AND RUN REALLY FAST, OK?”

“My therapist won’t be happy when she hears about this.”

“You look awful. You look like someone drove you over, backed up, squashed you under their tyre and did donuts in an abandoned parking lot with your face in the ground. You look like someone crumpled you up and forced you down the garbage disposal. You look like someone played a game of Operation on you and didn’t clean you up afterwards. *pause* You look terrible.” “Yeah, I got that, thanks.”

“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.” “You’re literally bleeding out!” “It’s fine-” “nO it’S NOT!!”

“I just wish you’d asked me first.”

“Poopity scoop.” “… can you please just-” “Poopity scoop. Poopity scoop”

“Can I please tell you-” “No, please don’t.” “… I love you.”

“So fight me, then!”

“Everything is going as planned!” “That’s because you have no plan.” “Exactly!”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.” “I know/I don’t care”

“I wish this thing came with an instruction manual.”

“You’re the only drug I need, baby” “That’s sweet but you still have to take your prescription”

“That’s not very professional”

“Argh, I broke a nail!” “Is that really your main concern right now??”

“That can’t be good.”

“Yet another day of oppression and agony. When will it end?” “We’ve been married for a week stop being so dramatic.”

“If anyone else asks me if I’m ok I’m going to go ballistic.”

“This doesn’t align with my morals.” “What morals?” “… fair point.”

“Shut up.” “..I didn’t say anything?” “Shhhh.”

“I just want to throw up and die”

“You make me wish I’d never been born.” “Funny, I was just wishing you’d never been born too!”

“What are you gonna do, sing about it?” “I might!!”

“I can’t keep going. Not like this.”

“What’s that?” “What’s what??” “That thing!!”

“Hey, so, uhm-” “What is it this time?”

“You make me wish I was better, I want to be better. But I don’t know how.”

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.” “Aw, thank you. That means a lot.”

“Did you know that during Prohibition, moonshiners would wear shoes with wooden blocks carved to look like cow hooves under them to leave hoofprints instead of footprints, helping them evade police?” “No, I didn’t, but more importantly, how did you know that?”

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide …” “…*begrudgingly* No escape from reality.”

“Calm down, I don’t see what the big deal is.” “You stabbed me!!”

“What’s you excuse this time?” “I’m a little bit stupid :)”

“If you were a car, you’d be a BMW.” “Why?” “Cuz I want you to Be My Wife !” “…are you trying to propose to me?” “… Please say yes.”

“Oh no. That can’t be right.”

“You’re not allowed to do that!” “Says who?!” “Your mom.” “I can’t believe you called my mom.”

“You’re gonna have to stop narrating everything you’re doing, you’re gonna give us away.” “Sorry.”

“I’ve never wanted anything so much in my entire life.”

“He’s my worst enemy. My nemesis.” “Didn’t you meet him like five minutes ago?” “Yes.”

“This is it. This is my sign!” “… That’s a cereal box.”

“I’ve done my fair share of stupid things in my day, but this is just ridiculous.”

“I hate you. But I hate them more. So I guess my hatred for you can wait.”

“What? I told you it was going to be dinner with my parents.” “Yes but you didn’t tell me your parents were like that!”

“Whether you like it or not, I’m your only hope. So what’s it gonna be?”

“Can you stop it?” “What? I’m just looking at you.” “I know, it’s creepy, stop!”

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.”

“You think you can stop me? That’s so cute.”

“Can you just-” “CaN yOu JuSt-” “Stop!” “StOp!” “One of these days I am going to kill you.”

“I’ve never been this happy before.” “Not even when you had to wait at that burger place so they ended up giving you extra large fries for free that one time?” “Not even then.”

“Uhm, I fell.” “Upwards?”

“I feel like you’re not hearing me; I don’t want more flowers. I just want you here, at home, with me.”

“This is not how I thought tonight would go.” “I know, isn’t it great?!”

“Is it supposed to be able to bend that way?” “No, definitely not, this is bad.”

“How are you able to do that?” “I honestly have no idea.”

“You need me for something, don’t you?” “Oh please, like you don’t need me for something too.”

“Silvia…” “Yes, Mickey?” “How you call your loverboy?” “Come here, loverboy!” “And if he doesn’t answer?” “Oh, loverboy!” “And if he STILL doesn’t answer?” “Yo loverboy, you better listen up when I’m talking to you!-” “No babe, we practiced this”

“I’m not angry, just disappointed.” “For the last time, I didn’t know we only had one doughnut left or I would have asked you!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” “Do you want to …sing about it?”

“You truly are one of a kind.” “Thank you.” “I didn’t mean that in a good way.”

“I know you think I’m the villain, but I’m not.”

“I just want you to be happy. Whether that’s with or without me.”

“Let’s never speak of this.” “Agreed.”

“You can’t pay to get this kind of entertainment, baby!” “You catching fifteen grapes in a row is not entertainment.” “Says who?!”

“Where are we?!” “What makes you think I’m any less lost than you are?”

“Let’s go back to our place.” “Our place?” “Yeah. If you want it to be.”

“I thought I could trust you.”

“Hey, uhm, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” “Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me now, are you?” “Well now I’m certainly not gonna to do it!!”

“I don’t need your protection, I just need you!”

“This is making me really upset.” “I’m sorry but we don’t really have time for you to be upset about this right now.”

“Ugh, that kid is being so annoying.” “Isn’t that your daughter?” “Yeah, so?”

“I want to speak to the manager, please.” “Dude, this is a frat party, I don’t think they have-” “The manager!!!”

“What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” “Don’t change the subject!”

“Babe, we agreed to only use that code word for emergencies.” “I know, but-” “And a video of a turtle and a duck being best friends is not an emergency, is it?”

“I’m very easily upset and very outwardly aggressive, which is a terrible combination.”

“Wow, I’ve been really annoying today, haven’t I?” “Not any more than usual, sweetie.”

“Hey-” “No!” “Why are you groaning like that?” “No offense, but you’re the last person I wanted to see today.” “What, why?” “Cause I actually wanted to have a good day.”

“If I die on this night, then so be it! You have been a good friend, a trusted-” “You’re just going to a gas station, it’s not-” “Silence!!”

“I want you to stay. I’m asking you to stay.”

“Can you stop yawning, please?” “Sorry, but this is just so boring.” “It’s your daughter’s dance recital!”

“I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if I have to. Step aside.”

“You’re the most poorly written character I’ve ever met.” “What?” “What?”

“I don’t want to die, please don’t let me die!” “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you out of here alive, I promise.”

“I’m in love with you.” “Wow. I don’t know whether to thank you or give you my condolences, honestly.”

“What happened here?!” “I tried to catch a spider.” “With what, a flamethrower?!”

“This is amazing! How did you know I wanted this?” “What do you mean? I listened to you.” “You what now?”

“Over my dead body!” “Hm, shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Explain yourself!” “…I honestly don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

“What are you doing here?!” “What do you mean? This is my house.” “You were dead two days ago!” “Oh, right, that. Well-”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.” “Would it help if I presented the information by way of dance?” “No but it would be funny”

“Hey, is this a bad time?” “Yeah, actually-” “Ok, great, so-”

“Unless they can hoedown, I’m not interested.”

“I can’t, I’m allergic.” “To water?” “… Yes.”

“Not to be rude but you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” “Look who’s talking!!”

“I hate your guts.” “That makes two of us.”

“Do I know you?” “You will momentarily.”

“I didn’t come this far only to come this far.” (source)

“You can’t just say ‘yo mama!’ as a response to everything!” “Yo mama!” “no!!”

“Aren’t you supposed to help me?” “What do you mean? I am helping!” “You making paper airplanes out of the wrapping paper is not helping.”

“What are you thinking about?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, that’s why I asked dumbass”

“I don’t know how you’re gonna top this. Hopefully you won’t”

“This is gross, and illegal.” “So?” “Just thought I’d mention it.”

“Please don’t be mad”

“Why did you do that?!” “I don’t know!!”

“A good friend wouldn’t let me do this.” “It’s lucky I’m not a good friend, then.” “You’re right about that.”

“You know, you make being your guardian angel very difficult.”

“Every time I look at you I can only think of one thing.” “Oh yeah, what’s that?” “The Boney M 1994 smash hit that inspired an entire generation-” “Oh no” “Ra-Ra-Rasputin!!!!-” “PLEASE STOP”

“Don’t you think I’d love you back if I could?!”

“I’d rather eat a whole bag of pecans than spend another minute with you.” “…” “And I’m allergic to pecans.” “Yeah I got that.”

“Grief is the price we pay for love. Ask yourself if it’s worth it.”

“Get me out of here, now!” “What’s in it for me?” “Your head.” “… Alright.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” “You don’t have a choice.”

“I just want to make sure you’re ok.” “That’s very sweet of you but please stop flashing that flashlight into my eye every two seconds.”

“You want to what now?” “Open a bakery.” “That’s weird, I never saw you as the bakery type.” “Why not?” “Well for starters you’ve killed fifty people over the last two days.”

“I’m going to make you go first.” “Of course you are.”

“This makes no sense.” “Shut up.”

“I’d rather be stuck in a time-loop playing Monopoly forever than do that again.”

“Don’t take it personal, they always argue with people they like.” “I do not!”

“It’s of elvish make!” “Look, I don’t care if Elvis made it-” “… I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

“Look upon me and fear!” “You’re 5'2” I could stomp you to death with one foot.“

"I’ve never used this before.” “It’ll be fine, just don’t- Don’t do that.”

“Can you cook me some-” “No.” “You didn’t even hear what I wanted you to make!” “Doesn’t matter. I’m never going into that kitchen ever again.” “What happened in there the last time?” “Horrors. Horrors you can’t imagine.”

“Careful!” “I’m always careful.” “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s just personal preference.” “Whether or not to kill someone is not personal preference!”

“I wish you’d stop doing that.” “And I wish you’d stop being so annoying. Guess neither of us are getting what we want anytime soon, huh?”

“I hate you.” “I hate you too.” “… So, want to be friends?” “Sure.”

“I can’t believe you actually spent your money on this.” “I know, right?! You can’t put a price on this thing, baby!” “That’s.. that’s not what I meant.”

“Look, it’s obvious we won’t come to an agreement on this.” “Right.” “That leaves us only one choice, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” “Fight to the death-” “-Dance off.” “…”

“What would make you think I actually cared about you?” “Oh, please. You and I know both know the truth. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it.”

“Hey, are you listening to me?” “Sorry it’s just really hard to focus when you look like that”

“This is… interesting.” “No, this is wrong! This is vile, it’s disgusting!” “… Interesting.”

“For the hundredth time, constructive criticism about your cooking is not a personal attack-” “Then why did you say it in that tone?!”

“Don’t make me choose. Please don’t make me choose.”

“Well, they’re certainly sprightly, aren’t they?” “I don’t know what that means but yeah it sounds right.”

“Why do you always think the worst of people?” “Just saving time.”

“I just want you to push me up against the wall and shake me real good!” “Can this please wait we’re at Costco”

“Do you think they’d christen the baby with a squirt gun if we asked?” “… Why would we ask them about that?” “Do you think they would or no?”

“You wanna know what I think?” “No, but you’re probably going to tell me anyway.”

“I love you.” “Yikes, let’s not get into that right now.”

“Don’t talk to me!” “Please it was just a game of Monopoly-” “Silence!!”

“To save you the time and me the breath,”

“I know who you are.” “Oh, so you’ve heard of me?” “Your face is everywhere it’s kind of hard to ignore.” “Right.”

“Ye shall not pass!” “Please I just really need to pee!”

“I can’t believe they’re gone…” “Good riddance if you ask me!” “NOT at thE FUNERAL!”

“Don’t worry, I put the ‘fun’ in 'funeral’!” “I don’t want to find out what that’s supposed to mean.” “Oh, don’t worry, you will!”

“Look what you did!!” “You’re saying that like it wasn’t the point?”

“Every moment with you is a living nightmare.” “I’m glad.”

“Everyone has a weakness. Yours seems to be that you think you don’t have one.”

“There is a darkness deep within me… No matter my efforts it never ceases to claw at my heart, filling me with dread and despair day and night as I sleep and wake in a never ending cycle of doom and disaster, knowing I shall never be set free from the traps of time and torture within me..” “… Are you ok dude?”

“May I presume that you are, indeed, an idiot?” “Yes, you may.”

“I have to talk to you.” “Ok.” “And you need to actually listen.” “Oh..”

“Why on earth do you think I’m into you??” “You always use that sweet nickname for me, remember?” “'Stupid moron’ is not a sweet nickname!!”

“Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna see me.” “Someone is definitely going to see you.” “Why?” “Look at yourself!”

“Why are you so heinously incompetent?” “Can you please calm down, it’s only Monday morning.”

“Why are you smiling? I’m not dead yet, you know.”

“Hey babe, can you let me in? I forgot my keys.” “What’s the password?” “Can we not do this again we’ve lived together for five years-” “The PASSWORD!!!”

“Life is like a game of Monopoly, sweetheart. Equally chaotic and confusing with or without a plan.”

“I’m sorry I can’t go, I avoid any social situations at all costs.” “It’s our wedding-”

“Why are you so annoying?” “Why are you so mad about it?”

“Here are my final thoughts: You are stupid and this plan was dumb.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry, I tried, I really did… I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Please go away.” “We’re handcuffed together, how am I supposed to-”

“I love you with every fiber of my being.” “You’re a ghost so that really isn’t saying much sweetie.”

“Wait, you like me?” “Yeah, isn’t it obvious?” “You sure have a funny way of showing it!”

“I hate you!” “Well now we at least have one thing in common.”

“Listen, if ABBA could come together after both of their divorces and make more music together afterward, you can do this!” “Well after that passionate speech I guess I have no choice.”

“Sure, he’s handsome, but can he cook pecan pie without a recipe?” “Why would that matter?” “Answer the question!”

“You can disagree all you want but that doesn’t make me any less right.”

“You can’t make fun of me.” “Says who?” “Your ugly face, that’s who!”

“This has ‘This Will End Badly’ written all over it. Ready to go?”

“What happened in here?” “See, you ask me that but I don’t really know where to start-”

“Stop always asking me questions you know I don’t know the answer to.”

“I just wish things would make sense for a change.” “I wouldn’t count on it.”

“That’s *name*, otherwise known around these parts as the big dipshit.” “Oh, nice.”

“I’m not qualified to do this, but it’s never stopped me before, so I guess here goes nothing!”

“Oh, trust me, I can dance!” “Is that you or the tequila talking?”

“I don’t know what I thought was going to happen, but this was definitely not it.”

“What was that noise?” “What noise?”

“Gimme, gimmie, gimme a… serotonin.” “Are you ok?”

“Hi, nice to meet you. Prepare to be killed.”

“Where are we??” “Gee, I’m so glad you asked. Let me just activate my google maps implant and-”

“Hey, do you remember that time when-” “No. No, I do not. No further questions, please.”

“Why are you so upset all of the sudden?” “You killed my dad!” “Right, that.”

“I love you.” “Are we playing a game of telephone I don’t know about? What’s going on?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not in love with them! Why would you think that?” “Well for one thing you haven’t been able to close their facebook page from your browser in five weeks, so-”

“I just need someone to tell me they’re glad I’m alive.” “I am. So unbelievably glad, more than you could ever imagine.”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” “Because I’m mad at you.” “Why?” “Need I remind you–”

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of.” “So you’ve only ever had nightmares, huh?” “Yeah.”

“Isn’t it time for you to go to bed?” “Isn’t it time for you to mind your business??” “… Ok. Bed, now.”

“Are you drunk?” “Nooo, whyyy?” “Because you just told me you want to carry me around like a sloth baby.” “Ooooh my little sloth babyyyy!”

“Hon, it’s 4 am, why are you up?” “I… I just have to organize this bookcase…” “*sigh* ok, which is it, by height or color?”

“What did you say?” “WhAt DiD yOu SaY?” “STOP!”

“AHH!!” “What?? What is it?” “Why can you bend like that?!”

“I love you.” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW- Oh, wait, hold on-”

“That’s interesting.” “… You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “Not a clue.”

You come here often?“ "I- … We both live here.”

“I’m sorry but looking like that has to be a punishable offense.”

“Are you lying?” “Why would I lie?” “Because we’re sworn enemies and hate each other’s guts?” “Oh, right, that. Forgot”

“What are you doing??” “Bold of you to assume I’d have an answer to that question.”

“… Are you singing to yourself?” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I didn’t notice.” “No, please, keep singing. It’s nice.”

“Are you okay?” “No. But I will be, with time. I hope”

“Should we do something about this??” “… Or we could just do nothing?” “Yeah let’s do that.”

“How was the cult meeting?” “For the last time, family dinner is not-

"If you so much as look in their direction again, I will kill you, is that clear?”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were dead.”

“How long have you been having these nightmares?” “For months… I just need them to stop. I’ll do anything to make them stop.” “Anything?” “Anything.”

“I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up in my shoes at that party last year.” “… So is that a ‘no’ to the date, or…?”

“Bro you must have the most selective hearing known to man.” “… Sorry, did you say something?” “AAARRRGH!!”

“I miss you. Please come home. Please.”

“He’s got a stick of something stuck up somewhere is you know what I mean.” “Nice.”

“I love you more than I love Ewan McGregor.” “Wow, babe, do you really mean that?” “…. yes.”

“Bro I’m pissed, you really can’t have s#!t in Detroit.” “…I gotta be honest, half the time I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“You really should get a grip.” “You’re one to talk!”

“Why did you do that?!” “I was just trying to be cool.” “Well, it did not work.”

“I gotta tell you, I don’t like our odds on this one.” “Since when has that ever stopped us?” “Just thought I’d mention it.”

“So, about last night…”

“How do you feel?” “Torn apart.”

“And you can be sure of this: I will never cry over it. Never.”

“This isn’t a competition, you know.” “Spoken like a true loser.”

“Hey, it’s me, hope you’re doing well.” “My dog died last night.” “Aw. Anyway-”

“I’m sorry, ok? Here, I brought cookies!” “You killed five people.” “Not a raisin person I see. Noted.”

“Where’s the kid??” “The what?” “You remember that you were supposed to pick them up today, right?” “… I gotta go real quick-” “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“I can’t do it, I can’t…” “You don’t have a choice.”

“And whatever you do, don’t-” “Don’t what?” “… Do that.”

“I haven’t wanted anyone this bad in a long time.” “I hate that I have to ask this, but do you mean that in a romantic or violent way?” “Both.”

“How do you stay so good, even through all of this?”

“I need you to stay alive… please… I don’t know how to live without you.”

“I’m really glad you feel that you can be honest with me.” “Well you drugged me so I didn’t really have a choice-” “Shh. I really love the growth our relationship is going through.”

“Are you ok? And don’t lie to me.”

“Taken your meds today?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “No reason.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” “Please don’t, this car’s new-”

“I think I’m ok now…” “You’re not.” “Why do you care, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate me?” “Be quiet. Lie still.”

“Ok bestie, I see what you’re saying.” “Please stop talking like that.”

“Ok, fine, it’s on. You. Me. Karaoke at eight.” “What kind of threat is that??” “You’ll see.”

“Did you just kick that guy in the nuts for no reason??” “Yeah, that’s feminism, baby!” “No, no, it’s really not-”

“Inhumane. Disgusting. I can’t believe you’d do something like that.” “Give me a break-” “Say hello to Geoffrey RIGHT NOW.” “He’s a dog, why do I have to-” “SAY IT!” “…. hello, Geoffrey.”

“Citation needed, please.”

“I don’t like the cut of their jib.” “Do you have to talk like that?” “Talk like what?” “Never mind.”

“We shouldn’t do this, it’s not right.” “Ok Mr. Geneva Conventions.”

“Now, kneel before me. Kneel!”

“Hey, come here a sec.” “Are you going to serenade me about how I’m the love of your life and how your universe would have no light if I weren’t in it?” “No?” “Then no.”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” “I didn’t want it like this! Not like this…”

“I know it’s not much, but, maybe I could hold you, just for a little while.”

“If you want even the slightest chance of surviving this, you have to do exactly as I say, got it?”

“If only one of us is can make it out of here alive… it’s gonna be me.”

“Honey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” “*sniffs* What if they don’t like the wrapping paper on the gift?” “They will, honey, don’t worry. Go back to sleep.” “Are you sure?” “One hundred percent. Trust me.” “Okay.”

“This is outrageous!” “Sweetheart, you have to calm down.”

“Back then I honestly didn’t think it could get any worse. But then I met them, and I thought, uh oh.” “And we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“How was your day?” “Nice. Why do you ask?” “Because I wanted to make sure you had a nice last day before I kill you”

“Where are the others?” “You mean the scum you call friends?” “Yes, now where are they?”

“You’re an idiot.” “Takes one to know one.”

“Why did you do that?? I got what you were saying, I didn’t need a demonstration!”

“Listen, we don’t want any trouble.” “Well I guess that’s too bad, cuz I do.”

“What are you laughing at?- Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

“If only one of us is can make it out of here alive… it’s gonna be me.”

“This is outrageous!” “Sweetheart, you have to calm down.”

“Back then I honestly didn’t think it could get any worse. But then I met them, and I thought, uh oh.” “And we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“How was your day?” “Nice. Why do you ask?” “Because I wanted to make sure you had a nice last day before I kill you”

“Where are the others?” “You mean the scum you call friends?” “Yes, now where are they?”

“You’re an idiot.” “Takes one to know one.”

“Why did you do that?? I got what you were saying, I didn’t need a demonstration!”

“Listen, we don’t want any trouble.” “Well I guess that’s too bad, cuz I do.”

“What are you laughing at?- Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

“Happy birthday!” “My birthday was a month ago.” “Yikes.”

“So what are you doing to celebrate this year?” “The same thing I always do.” “Wallow in loneliness and self-loathing?” “Yup.”

“Tomorrow would’ve been their twenty-first birthday.” “Would have been?” “Yes. As in I’m going to kill them so they won’t live to see it.”

“I never thought I’d live to see this day.” “I’m so glad you have.” “Me too.”

“Happy birthday.” “How’d you know it’s my birthday?” “Just a lucky guess. Anyway, here’s your ID.” “Where did you get that??”

“I hope you like it, baby.” “Aw, this is so sweet, you shouldn’t have-” “… Well?” “Sweetie, what is that?”

“I know you usually hate celebrating your birthday, so I thought I’d make it a little bit extra special.” “By kidnapping me?” “Now you’re being a little dramatic.”

“Happy birthday!” “Didn’t we celebrate my birthday last year?” “Birthdays are kind of an annual thing.” “Oh.”

“I just want this day to go by in silence, ok?” “Sure, whatever you want.” “Thank you.”

“Do you know what kind of cake they’d like?” “How am I supposed to know that? Cake-preference isn’t really a common topic of conversation on the battlefield.”

“I need a reason to stay.” “I can’t give you any. Not any good ones, anyway.” “A bad one will do.”

“Want to know why everyone hates you? It’s because you are so obviously the envy of everyone in this room and yet totally unaware of it. It’s infuriating.”

“Remember that summer by the cabin when we stole your grandad’s boat and got stuck in the middle of the lake?” “I remember you being the reason we got stuck because you dropped one of the oars in the water.”

“Come, dance with me.”

“I don’t regret a single second I’ve spent with you.”

“You make me miserable, you know that?” “Then how come you’re smiling?”

“Don’t open your eyes yet!”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” “Listen, normally I’d let you do what you want, but when that thing involves holding a knife to my face, I feel like I should get to have some say.”

“Now, I’m not saying if I saw them in a burning building I would leave them in there, but-”

“Why does every outing with you have to turn into some sort of ethical dilemma?” “More fun that way.”

“So, yeah, anyway. Where was I?” “You’d just killed your brother with a teacup.” “Right. So, he comes back to life-”

“Boy, have I got news for you!”

“According to my sources, that’s a load of bullshit.” “What sources?” “How about my common sense?”

“Never you mind!”

“I’m not mad, she had to do what she had to do.” “She kidnapped your mom!” “I’m just saying,”

“I’m not so sure about this…” “That’s why you’re not the one in charge!”

“Suck it up buttercup, we’ve got work to do.”

“That’s interesting, but have you considered this…” “… what?” “Therapy?”

“I’d like to suggest a heart-to-heart conversation about this, but considering you don’t have one, that’d be difficult.” “Quite.”

“What happened here?” “I-” “No, stop, I don’t want to know.”

“You’re the eager kind, I see.” “No, just impatient.”

“I had no time to think, so I made a judgment call. But, as I should have known from previous experience, I have very poor judgment.”

“Well, what if you-” “No.” “What?” “I don’t want advice, I just want to complain.” “All right. Go off then, I guess.”

“I’m so single even my mom won’t return my calls.” “Your mom is dead, sweetie.” “I know, but still.”

“Just get it done; it doesn’t much matter how.” “… Machete?” “Yes.” “Gun?” “Yes.” “Lazer gun?” “Yes.” “Rabid monkey?” “Yes.” “Hm… what about a voice-activated fighting drone that shoots lemon juice into people’s eyes-” “JUST GET IT DONE!”

“How was your day?” “Oh, you know, the usual.” “I doubt there’s much ‘usual’ about your usual day.” “I won’t fight you on that one.”

“Well, what do you think?” “He’s nice.” “And?” “And I hate him with every fiber of my being.” “Why am I not surprised.”

“What are you doing?” “Waiting for inspiration to strike.” “How’s it going so far?” “Not good.”

“Crap, what do we do?!” “I don’t know! I majored in physics not in fighting big ugly monsters!” “Look, I don’t think calling it ugly is helping!”

“If nothing’s killed me so far, I doubt this will.” “One can only hope.”

“If we lose this-” “It’s just a game of Capture the Flag honey, it’s not that serious-” “If we lose this, I’m divorcing you.”

“What do you want from me?” “You’ll see soon enough.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” “Can you ask me? Yes. Will I do it?” “… you haven’t even heard what I was going to ask-” “No.”

“Never underestimate the power of a well-timed prank, young padawan.” “See, this is why I never introduce you to people.”

“Not to sound desperate, but, we’re desperate.”

“Don’t ever ask me about that again, is that clear?”

“Hear that?” “Hear what?”

“There you are! I’ve missed you!” “What- What’s going on?”

“Am I supposed to know who you are?”

“I’m bored, wanna do something?” “Sure, what do you want to-” “Bank robbery.” “…” “…” “Should I be concerned?”

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” “*sigh* Lately, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t feel seen.” “Well, I am blind, darling.” “Yes, of course, sorry. My bad.”

“I love you.” “I don’t believe that.” “Doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

“What’s it going to take to convince you?”

“I’m in love with you.” “… What in the world for?”

“I would prefer death to this.” “I really wish you’d stop talking like that.”

“Why is your face purple?”

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

“But I’ve realized that I’ll never be enough for you. And as much as it hurts me to say it, I’ve realized that you’ll never be enough for me, either.”

“I’m so nervous.” “It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I was fine on my own, and then you came waltzing in with your long eyelashes and beautiful smile, and now look at me, I’m a mess of epic proportions. And it’s all your fault.”

“Something tells me I’m going to regret this.”

“This will be a lot easier for the both of us if you don’t fight.”

“Fighting is a lot more intimate than undressing, don’t you think?”

“What, you’re not hungry?” “Not hungry enough to eat whatever that is.”

“Why do you have to be so difficult? Sit still!”

“Get out of the way kid, this is none of your business.” “Oh no you don’t. If anyone’s going to kill her, it’s gonna be me.”

“This is getting ugly. We have to leave, now.”

“Don’t you realize that I’m only trying to protect you?”

“I want to stay with you.” “You know I’d never let you do that.” “Why?!” “Why do you think?!”

“Wait, were you worried about me?” “Don’t flatter yourself, I just didn’t want to have to deal with your corpse.”

“Look, I’m sorry I burned your house down and eradicated your entire family, but I think it’s time for you to stop holding a grudge.”

“Don’t give me that. You meant what you said and you know it.”

“All of that to say… I hate you and I wish you were dead.”

“Man, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s just like that. You get used to it. I hope.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic?” “I will literally set you on fire right now.”

“Don’t you think you should reconsider your copious intake of *insert food/drink*?” “Don’t you think you should shut your mouth?”

“This seems like a needlessly complicated way to do this.” “Well I’m in charge so if you have any better suggestions you’re free to keep them to yourself.”

“You want to tell me what’s going on here?” “No, no. Definitely not.”

“Will you stop that?” “Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything!” “I know. Just thought I’d save us the time for when you eventually do something.”

“I haven’t let a man speak to me that way since 2005, and I certainly am not about to now.”

“I promise you’ll be okay.” “What about you?” “Don’t worry about me. Just get out and don’t look back.” “But-” “Promise me.”

“We’re gonna need a whole lot of glitter glue to get out of this one, ladies.”

“That’s my girl.”

“You’re crazy!” “Oh, honey, rest assured, you don’t even know the half of it.”

“How can you be so calm right now?!” “Worrying won’t change anything. You need to calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down! You just blew that guy’s head off!!”

“Why are you wearing that thing?” “What thing?” “For goodness sake- YOU’RE WEARING A TRAFFIC CONE ON YOUR HEAD!”

“Don’t you realize how much is at stake?” “You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“Look, I’m not any more thrilled about this than you are, but can we pretend to like each other for one night?” “All right, fine. But just know that I’ll be wanting to throw up the whole time.” “Likewise.”

“Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “That kind of depends on what you think I’m saying. But, yeah, sure.”

“What’s wrong with your face?” “What do you mean?” “Oh, wait- You always look like that? Yikes.”

“I would strongly encourage you not to do that.” “Why?” “You don’t want to know.”

“Come with me, please.”

“What’s that smell?”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” “Well, your mom never complained.”

“Just admit defeat, you’re completely powerless.” “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I’m defeated just yet.”

“I’m here to do a job. Feelings have nothing to do with it.” “How naïve. Feelings have everything to do with it.”

“So how do you two know each other?” “We’re married.” “Oh!”

“How dare you speak to me that way?”

“I can’t go in there! Are you crazy?” “And why on earth not?” “Look how I’m dressed!” “Darling, you could wear a potato sack and still be the marvel in any room. Now let’s go show them, shall we?”

“Trust me, you’re doing great, just keep going.” “I’m so scared, I can’t do this!!” “Yes, you can. Trust me, you’re almost there!”

“I’m quite proud of you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” “Well you’ll be dead in about two minutes if you don’t, but it’s up to you.”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the signs… But then again I’m dyslexic, so-”

“Man, not this guy again…” “What?” “I’ve killed that guy five times already but he keeps coming back, it’s really starting to get on my nerves… Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not scared of me. I like that.”

“What’s going on??” “Be quiet.” “Why?” “I’m grieving.” “Grieving what?” “My dignity.”

“Well I might not be the smartest guy around, but even a broken clock is right once a day!” “No, that’s… That’s not…”

“Do you see now why everyone hates you?” “Yes, isn’t it marvelous!”

“Are you ok?” “Please don’t ask me that.”

“Where are you going?” “I don’t know yet. But I’ll let you know when I get there.”

“Just because I’m not allowed to do it doesn’t mean I can’t do it. There’s a difference!”

“Enough talking. You came here to play, didn’t you? So, let’s play.”

“He’s dangerous.” “How? He seems nice.” “Exactly; he’s charming. And charm is a man’s most effective weapon.”

“Stop talking, please. Your voice is shrill and piercing and thoroughly unpleasant.” “A simple ‘shut up’ would suffice, you know.”

“I’m having murder thoughts. Come back later.”

“I can’t do it!” “Just shoot your shot, dude. One day they’ll be dead and so will you.”

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.” “Don’t sweat it, I could’ve just as easily have hurt you.” “Well, it’s cute that you think that.”

“May I thunder victoriously against him in the battle for your heart, my sweetest one.”

“What’s going on?!” “Just do as I say and ask questions later!”

“All right, that’s it! Your bloodline ends here!”

“This doesn’t look very promising, does it?” “In my humble opinion? No.”

“Is that mistletoe I see?” “I’m pretty sure that’s poison ivy, actually.” “Well, I’m not picky.”

“Am I crazy, or-” “Yes.” “… You didn’t even hear what I-” “Don’t need to.”

“I’ve loved you from the first moment I ever laid eyes on you.” “Wasn’t that at that party when I was hurling my guts out into the toilet?” “Okay so maybe not the very first moment,”

“Hate you.” “Hate you too. Have a nice day, sweetie.” “You too, babe. See you after work.”

“You followed a recipe this time, right?”

“Are we really about to have this discussion again?” “Yes, and we will keep having it until you realize that I’m right and you’re wrong!”

“How did you end up way out here?”

“Let me tell you something.” “Hm?” “If anyone were ever to write a biography about you, it’d be called The Life of a Dumbass. And situations like this are the exact reason why!”

“Why?” “I don’t know why, and I don’t care why!”

“I’ll give you a word of advice: never wear two pairs of socks.”

“I learned at seventeen why you should never ever wear two pairs of socks.”

“I’m a little kerfuffled.”

“That’s a good example of childhood trauma she hasn’t recovered from.”

“Maybe the oldies are onto something with this.”

“I’m forever in your debt, my friend.” “Just buy me a burger and we’ll call it even, okay?”

“I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think you may be overthinking this.”

“I just want to be with someone who makes me want to live. Someone who makes me glad I’m alive, who’ll make me see the beauty of it. Right now, all I can see is the pain. I want to smile again.”

“I thought you didn’t care about me.” “Only you would be stupid enough to think that.”

“I know you’re a little behind the times, but that’s extreme even for you.”

“It’s scary.” “All of life is scary, sweetheart. But you can’t give up.”

“He’s a complete and utter grump and she’s a precious ray of sunshine. It’s meant to be.”

“Whew, glad that’s over!”

“Everyone’s going to see straight through this.” “No way, I paid top dollar for this!” “Where, the dollar store?!”

“I’m really nervous.” “Me too.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

“I had a really good time tonight.”

“You look gorgeous. As always.”

“Look, kid, this isn’t personal. It’s just business.” “You stole my grandfather’s ashes!” “Again, nothing personal.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen such a terrible bowler in my entire life.” “Shut up!”

“But just so you know, I intend on being as confusing and annoying as possible the entire time.”

“In terms of sense, there is none detected.”

“I can fix this, I can fix this!” “How?!” “I don’t know, but I can!!”

“Whatever you decide, whether I agree with your decision or not, I’ll support you.”

“Have you seen my bee-jar?” “Your what-now?” “My jar full of bees. Thought that’d be pretty self-explanatory.” “Yeah, I got that part,”

“Being a rational person, I’d strongly advise you against doing this. But I’m also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead.”

“Down, boy.”

“I feel conflicted.” “Why?”

“You obviously aren’t able to take care of yourself right now, so, just for now, I’m going to do it for you. But just know I’m not happy about it.”

“Maybe, just maybe, this was a bad idea.” “You think?!”

“I’ve done a lot of stupid things, but that was by far the stupidest.”

“This is not an insult, just an observation,”

“Oh no! … Anyway.”

“Just seems like everyone’s coming after me these days.” “Wonder why.”

“Room’s a mess, just the way you like it.”

"Don't be fooled, what you're witnessing is a crime."

"Just you wait."

"Deep breaths, come on. Deep breaths."

"This stuff is intoxicating." "Thanks!" "As in poisonous." "Oh."

"What do you mean 'why am I laughing'?!"

"Don't ever say I never do anything for you."

"You thought I wouldn't notice, huh?" "Shut up."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"What's so funny?"

"Is that a fact or are you just guessing?" "Do you even have to ask?"

"Look what I found!" "Oh, wonderful honey, wonderful, let me see. What is that...? IS THAT A SNAKE?!"

"Why are you doing that?" "I'm a little forgetful these days, so I need these notes to remind me of things." "You won't forget me, right?" "Oh, never! And if it ever seems like I have, I'm just playing a game, so you just play along, ok?" "Ok!"

"Look at my dress!" "Spectacular. Stunning. Slay."

"Have you seen my glasses?" "You mean the ones on the top of your head?"

"I picked you these flowers." "Daisies! My favorite!"

"I'll tell you, the world's a lot different now from when I was your age." "How?"

"Tell me a story!" "I think you've heard all of my stories, honey... Well, except one."

"I'm not interested in that stuff anymore, grandma/grandpa." "Pity me, I guess I missed the newsletter in which that announcement was made!"

"Did you really make these?" "Yes, I did." "Can you show me how?"

"Why are you walking like that?" "I put my leg on the wrong way this morning, I think!"

"I will not accept defeat. You either win, or you die." "All right, calm down, dude."

"Over my dead body."

"Why are you doing that?" "I'll give you a hint: Revenge."

"You have to leave. Now!"

"This is without a doubt going to have international implications." "It's just pie, honey-" "Just pie?!"

"Don't you think they're a little young for this?"

"Why did you do this to me?"

"You shouldn't be here!" "Neither should you!"

"Let's have a glass of milk and calmly discuss this like adults."

"Together?" "Together."

"Watch this." "Do I have to?"

"Like braids in short hair, I too am barely holding it together."

"I'm burnt out." "We just started!"

"I actually hold a world record." "Oh, cool! In what?" "Dumbassery."

"What's that smell?"

"How's that fair?"

"When I wake up I'm afraid of the idea of facing the day." "I'm sorry to ask this, but, are you... are you quoting Adele?"

"Take no pity, take no prisoners."

"If I'd known I'd have brought some flowers!"

"Meet me at the hotel room." "Ok, Mr. Pitbull."

"He's an evil prick." "Isn't he-" "My husband? Yes."

"I've come to steal and plunder, fellas."

"Smile!"

"As they say, sharing is caring." "I don't think it applies in this situation."

"Play me something." "I haven't played in so long, I don't know..." "Please."

"If I'm going down-" "I'm going with you. I know, I know."

"I'll do whatever's necessary." "I hope so. For your sake. And for the sake of your loved ones."

"How's that even possible??" "We don't know."

"It's always excuses with you!"

"Out of all the people I hate, I hate you the most." "Aw, you really mean that?"

"I haven't been this stressed since I led the conga-line at Uncle Larry's wedding."

"You know... maybe I'm the problem." "You think?!"

"Now what in the fresh-" "My mother's here!" "-homemade bread is going on here? Roberta! Good to see you."

"It is as I suspected, he's a moron."

"Uh oh." "What do you mean 'uh oh'?!"

"Why are you shaking?"

"You're making it really hard for me to play nice right now."

"Tomorrow, he dies."

"Look at this plant!!"

"I'm hearing a lot of accusations and not seeing a whole lot of evidence!" "The dishes are right there!" "... Touché."

"It's time to get the old noggin' joggin', fellas."

"You're coming home with me."

"Please go buy some furniture, I'm begging, this is so sad."

"I suggest you get my name out of your mouth with quickness and haste, honey."

"He just told me I'm Corbin Bleu-ing it, what does that mean?" "I'm so sorry, he means to say that you're pushing it." "... To the limit?" "...Yeah."

"Does he always talk using movie references, or...?" "For my own sanity's sake, I'd prefer not to answer that."

"It's crime time, boys!"

"We're on the same page here." "Yeah, in different books!"

"It's time for you to step up."

"I'll take it from here."

"I'm trying my hardest not to be creepy here." "Yeah, well, try harder."

"Poor baby."

"How you like me now?"

"For once I'm going to need you to work with me instead of against me." "What's in it for me?"

"Come again?"

"You heard what I said."

"Can I ask you for some advice?" "Sure, but there's no quality guarantee." "Obviously."

"Why is she doing that?"

"I fear this is a real threat to my mental stability." "What mental stability?"

"Given the choice of failing on the cautious side and failing on the risky side, I've found the best place to land is in the middle."

"Be forewarned: I'm about to become ten times more insufferable."

"Since when do you knit?" "Since when did I give you permission to be all up in my business? Exactly. So shut up."

"Get in here, right now!"

"And I've been clear on that since the beginning."

"Give me the keys!"

"There's no way, there's just no way."

"Since when?"

"Is this what love is supposed to feel like?"

"I'm not going to let how I look, dictate the way I live my life."

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up." "It's cuz you're always on that phone!"

"I hate you." "Marry me."

"Life is a highway, and I'm always stuck in traffic."

"Bestie I will tear you to shreds."

"Your mother didn't carry you for nine months for you to behave like this." "You don't know my mom at all, do you?"

"Great, so out of two hundred-and-sixteen passengers there's not a single pilot/captain/doctor on board, but we've got five marine biologists, two graphic designers, ten chefs, one Banksy impersonator, and four composers. Fantastic. We're all gonna die." "Anyone here a funeral directory by any chance?"

"Why would you lie about something like that?"

"Stop being so dramatic." "There's a bone sticking out of my arm!" "And?"

"¿Como es?" "I don't speak french, sorry." "*visible confusion*"

"Boo, you psychopath."

"Make no mistake, vengeance will be ours." "Grandma-"

"I know you don't mean to, but sometimes you come across as very villainous."

"Do I regret it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Without a doubt."

"You've got a real attitude problem, kid." "That's just his personality, sir."

"This isn't a competition, dude." "You're right, it's not even close!" "That's not what I meant."

"I want to go home..." "I know, I know. We will, soon, okay?"

"I've decided to be nice." "... Why?"

"Could you please shut up and stop being so annoying?" "Sorry, you're gonna have to pick one, I can't do both."

"Do you recognize this?" "Where did you find that?"

"Here, you're gonna need this." "Is that a machine gun? Who brings a machine gun to lunch??"

"And when I rule the world,-" "Don't you mean 'if'?" "... As I was saying, when I rule the world,"

"Why is no one dead?"

"Riveting."

"Fascinating."

"I hate that I can't tell whether you're joking or not."

"Why are you doing that? This is not a thumbs-up situation."

"You better watch your back!"

"This is feminism, baby." "It's really not..."

"Who still asks for permission?"

"Lighten up, it's tradition!"

"You hungry?" "Famished."

"That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been listening to myself speak for twenty years."

"Let’s just say we have unfinished business."

"You're in my way. Move."

"Don't worry, it'll all make sense later." "I sincerely doubt that."

"Do you have to wear that?"

"You drugged them?!" "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"Are you always this jittery?"

"What are you doing?" "Tidying." "...Why?"

"Listen here, ugly."

"Let me throw up real quick-"

"Since when are you part of the group?" "Since I can beat up all your asses, that's when." "...I'll give you that."

"Any questions?" "Several. First of,"

"Pay attention, this is important."

"I get the feeling that you don't like me very much." "I don't."

"This feels illegal." "It's not, I checked." "That doesn't make me feel better."

"Are you two fighting again?!"

"On the bright side, it can't get any worse." "I strongly doubt that."

"You can keep telling yourself that, but it won't change what happened."

"And who's going to pay for this?"

"Coming from you, that doesn't really mean much."

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camping date with beomgyu

[10:23 pm]

"i can't believe we're finally here!" beomgyu shouts at the top his lungs. choi beomgyu and his girlfriend of 3 years, y/n , decided they needed some time to themselves and beomgyu’s bright idea was to go camping.

"i hate this!" you whined. you had been trailing a couple feet behind beomgyu this whole time and had just now caught up to him. "you giant, you should've carried me," you pout.

"wouldn't that kind of defeat the purpose, baby?" beomgyu turned around to look at his girlfriend who was embarrassingly out of breath. "are you kidding me? we've only been walking for 15 minutes."

beomgyu took into consideration the fact that you were not as fond of the outdoors as he was and decided to move camp a little closer to home. this meant throwing out your idea of "just setting it up in the back yard" and making it so that you both had to walk a bit to your desintation.

you were headed to your local park which was average for teens hanging out and small children wanting to fool around. the park had a decent sized hill and at the top there was a bunch of open space that people used for bbq and gathering or in this case for camping.

"could you not drag the tent baby, you'll make dents in the earth." beomgyu pointed out. you made a face but nonetheless re-adjusted the folded up tent you was holding. "why do i have to hold the tent?" you complained. "you could've asked me to hold it and i would've, gladly," your boyfriend stated as he took the tent from you.

"i think here is good, we should set up since it's getting dark already," beomgyu stated. he patted your messy hair, which wasn’t messy when you both left home. you were sat on the ground sipping out of a capri sun pouch beomgyu had packed. there were no benches around so your only option was sitting on the dirt. "beommie wouldn't have minded if it was him," you thought to yourself.

you sighed, getting up from your spot and attempting to help beomgyu out with the tent. this consisted of a lot of "hey watch where you swing that!", "are you sure this goes here?" and "beommie im tired!"

after about 40 minutes of setting up the lopsided tent, you both crawled in to get away from the darkness of the outside world. the tent itself was like a mini cozy home which included: different sorts of pillows ranging from molang to ryan plushies, a dim lantern, a mini fridge with all the snacks they packed, 2 roll up bed mats, and like 3 or 4 fluffy blankets.

"you like it?" beomgyu whispered sheepishly. the dim light of the crappy lantern danced off his facial features when he smiled. he put his head down, shaking it. "i know you don't really like coming outside to often bu-" you cut him off by lightly pecking his lips.

"i love it," you whispered. you were wrapped up in one of the fluffy blankets you brought, you hair sticking out in many places and features blurred, making you look as soft as the light. "you're adorable," beomgyu said aloud. you giggled but shook your head. "honestly i thought i would hate it because of the bugs and just being anywhere other than home for a long amount of time but it's not that bad since i'm here with you."

"god, don't you get tired of being a big ol' sap?" beomgyu laughed as he laid down. you laid down beside him but rested your head on your lovers chest. "shut up, the moment was there." beomgyu chuckled as he ran his hands through your hair. you hummed in contentment.

you spent the rest of the night eating whatever snacks you guys had and beomgyu teaching you about the many stars above you.

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Armed to the Fangs ch.7

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, maybe eventual smut but not for a looooong time, slow burn (really the slowest of burns), injeolmi being adorable, argument between some of the boys

RATING: T

WORD COUNT: 3k - this one is a lil shorter!

A/N: yay hobi finally makes his appearance!! thank you @pasteljeon for looking over this for me.

Also, small announcement - I doubt anyone will really care, but ATTF is going to be put on hold for a little while. I’ve decided to give writing my own original work a try, and am hoping to self-publish my work on kindle! since I only keep 2 AUs going at a time, I will be focusing on DADT and my original work for now. ATTF will be continued when I complete DADT. :) I’m really excited about this new project and I hope you guys will support me!

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If Hoseok heard one more word about the hunter ‘ambassador’ who’d taken up residence in the manor, he thought he would scream. The younger ones were especially enthusiastic about you and your cat, and even Yoongi walked around with that dumbass smile once in a while, usually after spending time with you.

Thankfully, they’d quickly realized that he wasn’t all that interested in talking about you after he shut them down or walked away mid-conversation. It wasn’t the most polite way to go about it, but telling them with words hadn’t really worked to dampen their enthusiasm.

It was just that Hoseok didn’t really feel like meeting anyone new. It wasn’t anything personal, it was just that he didn’t quite have the energy to engage with anything much these days. The others, for the most part, understood, especially the older ones who knew exactly what he’d been through.

Instead of spending his time out and about like the others did, he was holed up in his suite most of the time. He’d had a small fridge installed so he could keep his blood there instead of going down to the main fridge every day like the others did, and usually spent hours staring at the miniature portrait of Minhee. It was the only rendering she’d posed for before she died. He knew his brothers didn’t think it was the healthiest thing to do, but they left him alone for the most part.

After all, it wasn’t common for a vampire to survive losing his mate – they agreed that all things considered, Hoseok was doing fairly well, even if he was a shell of his former jovial self. If they hoped he would come out of his shell a little more to make friends with the human girl who now lived with them, they mostly kept it to themselves after Hoseok had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in playing nice with hunters.

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Injeolmi had really taken to life in the manor, you were pleased to note. You weren’t quite ready to let him just run around without your supervision yet, but he was growing more confident whenever you let him out of your room to run around the mansion. There were litter boxes installed in various other rooms, too, like the library where you tended to spend a lot of time. You were on your way there again, Injeolmi following you like he did most days, when the cat suddenly made a break for it.

You were stunned for a moment, trying to process what had happened. Your sweet baby had never done something like this before, and it took you a second to gather yourself enough to run after him. “Injeolmi, stop!” you called, but since today was apparently a day of firsts, he ignored you.

As you rounded the corner, you wondered why there were so many random hallways in this manor, anyway. It looked like it was just the seven of them (and you now, of course) and they didn’t even have any servants. You were still unsure of how the whole place stayed so clean, since it wasn’t like you’d ever seen any of them pick up a broom.

Hoseok was having a normal day – for him, anyway – up till that point. He had the miniature of Minhee in his hand as he sucked down his snack, his door slightly ajar to let the others know that he was feeling up to their company that day. He heard the ruckus occurring outside and rolled his eyes, but stayed on the couch. Hopefully, the noisy new human resident would just run past. He didn’t think she’d ever been in this wing of the mansion before, and she definitely didn’t know it was his room.

Hearing the door to his room move slightly, he whipped around in surprise, half-expecting you to be standing there. He didn’t see anyone in the entryway, however, and sat up more fully to peer over the back of the couch. A small chatter caught his attention, and he craned his neck further to see a cat standing in the gap he’d left.

“Hello,” he said out of habit to the cat, which meowed again at him and took a couple more steps into the room. “What’s a cat doing in the house?” he asked no one in particular, having forgotten momentarily that you’d brought your furry companion with you when you moved in.

Injeolmi, showing a remarkable lack of fear, just waltzed right in and hopped up on the couch to sit next to Hoseok, chattering at him. Belatedly remembering that you’d brought a cat into the compound, he just sighed and frowned at said cat. “You’re really a hassle, you know that?” he grumbled, gently shooing the cat away so that he wouldn’t have to return him.

Flicking his ears, Injeolmi just turned away, as if he couldn’t be bothered to dignify Hoseok’s complaints with a response. He could hear you approaching, still calling for your cat and stomping down the hallway.

“You little prick,” he accused, though the words didn’t have any heat behind them. Gently, he picked the cat up – and cats had no business being this big, he thought – and carried him back to the door, putting him down on the floor and patting his butt to get him to leave. “Go on,” he urged, although the cat hardly seemed interested, instead sprawling out across the floor.

The footsteps were coming close now, and he knew you were about to walk past at any moment. Perhaps if everything was quiet, you wouldn’t notice, and would just walk by…? He could kick the cat out of the room once you rounded the corner, and wouldn’t have to make any awkward introductions.

Of course, he could never be so lucky. Just as you were passing by his room, the goddamn cat let out the loudest meow he’d heard in hundreds of years on this earth. Panicked, he leaned down – just as you heard Injeolmi give what you assumed had to be a wail of distress and burst into the room, gun cocked and ready to defend your baby.

“Back the fuck away from the cat!” you cried, immediately aiming your gun at the man who was leaning down towards Injeolmi, for whatever nefarious purposes. He looked up at you in shock, and your aim faltered for just a second as you recognized the man in the painting. The last vampire. Who was glaring up at you in irritation, and none of the fear you would expect from someone who had a gun trained right between their eyes.

Instead, you watched as his furrowed brow smoothed for a second as he gaped, his eyes wide with shock, at you, before resuming his initial stern expression. “Your cat was the one who barged into my room,” he snapped, although his voice hid an odd tremor. “Just take it away.”

“Uh, okay,” you said, sliding your gun back into its holster since it didn’t look like he was a threat to either you or Injeolmi. You were about to ask whether he was doing all right, since he looked a little pale and off, but he got up abruptly and turned away from you, walking back to the couch and sitting down. He stubbornly refused to look at you again, and you felt a little sulky, since you’d been curious about him for a while, and now that he was here you wanted to ask him some questions and find out more about him.

Still, since he’d walked away from you, there was no way to assuage your curiosity today. “Come on, baby,” you said in a far higher-pitched tone to Injeolmi, squatting to gather him up in your arms. He was pliant and obedient for you as always, happy to be held by you, and it was almost hard for you to believe that this was the same cat that had run off earlier. Injeolmi was the laziest cat ever, and that had been wholly uncharacteristic of him.

Standing up with Injeolmi cradled in your arms, you turned to leave the room. “Ah, do you want the door open or shut?” you asked as you hovered right outside.

“Shut,” the mysterious man inside said firmly, and you shrugged as you followed his instruction before continuing on your path to the library.

“You’re a really naughty boy,” you cooed at Injeolmi, jiggling him a little in your arms nonetheless. When you let yourself into the library, you put Injeolmi down and he went and settled down in the one spot where there was sunlight, streaming in through a small crack in the floor-to-ceiling curtains that had been left there specially for him.

Shaking your head at him, you drifted further into the library, to the sitting area near the back. Namjoon was already there, with Jin. They had their little blood bags in front of them on the coffee table, which you could mostly ignore as long as you thought of them as Capri Suns. “Hello,” Namjoon greeted, while Jin just smiled at you. “I chose something new for you today,” he continued, leaning forward to tap the cover of a book he had resting on the table.

You smiled at him. “Thank you,” you said, coming to sit next to him. Leaning forward to pick up the book, you completely missed the way he stiffened as you sank into the comfortable couch, and Jin’s responding smirk at his brother’s momentary loss of composure. Because you’d never had much time at the Guild to pick up hobbies like reading, you’d been completely blown away by the size of the library, and Namjoon had taken it upon himself to pick different books of different genres and on various topics for you to decide what you liked reading. So far, you were really into thrillers and memoirs, but you were definitely hiding a secret love for romance novels.

Opening the book, you were soon so immersed in reading that you completely forgot to ask them about the man you’d just met.

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Hoseok was, to put it mildly, freaking out. He held the portait of Minhee in his left hand, while reaching for the bag of blood he’d been nursing with the right, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to drink it. His hand shook slightly as he raised his drink to his mouth, hoping against hope that he was wrong.

The moment the blood bag neared his mouth, though, the smell of the blood became too much, and nausea bubbled up in him.

“Fuck.” He tossed the bag back down onto the table, grimacing.

There was no way this was possible. You couldn’t be his mate. Vampires didn’t get more than one, and he still remembered her dying in his arms, despite his frantic attempts to stop the bleeding. Her whispered apology as her life slipped away haunted his nightmares.

And yet… you smelled just like Minhee. You’d think that four hundred years away from his mate would have dulled the memories, but he recalled exactly how her blood had smelled and tasted, like absolute perfection. When he’d scented you, it had taken all his willpower to stop his eyes from changing colour and his fangs from descending.

“Minhee-ah… what’s going on?” he murmured, tracing the edges of the portrait with his thumb. His mind raced, and he knew there was only one person in the house who might possibly know the answer to that question.

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Conveniently, Namjoon was in Jin’s study with him that evening when Hoseok came, so he could tell them both about the problem he’d encountered today.

When he knocked and entered the study, Jin and Namjoon both gaped at him for a second before Jin gathered himself. “Hobi, hello,” he said smoothly, covering up his surprise. “What brings you out here tonight?”

Hoseok frowned. Seokjin was talking like he never came to hang out with his brothers, which wasn’t true at all. He’d been getting better about spending time with others… at least until you arrived.

“I met our new housemate today,” Hoseok said by way of greeting.

Namjoon and Jin exchanged slightly panicked glances. “And… what did you think?” Jin prompted, trying to hide his unease. Hoseok hadn’t been the most cheerful or chatty person for a long time now, and this whole situation, while not ideal for anyone involved, was definitely something that would upset him.

Hoseok hummed, trying to find the words to explain. He didn’t know whether to ease into it or just blurt it out, and he didn’t know how much his brothers already knew. They’d been good friends with Minhee as well, since the four older vampires had always been together.

“Do you remember Minhee?” he asked, sidestepping his hyung’s question.

From the way both Namjoon and Jin gaped at him, he had a sinking feeling that both his brothers knew exactly where he was going with this.

“When were you going to tell me?” he said tiredly, running his hand over his face.

“Uh…” Jin started getting a deer-in-the-headlights look, so Namjoon stepped in.

“We just weren’t sure what all this meant, and we didn’t want to bother you unnecessarily,” he explained. “The whole situation is really strange, and none of us really know what to make of it…”

From what he was saying, it seemed like there was more at hand than this girl’s unexplained connection to Minhee, and Hoseok’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by this ‘whole situation’?”

“Jesus,” Jin muttered under his breath. “Good going, Joon.”

Namjoon cringed, knowing he’d messed up.

“You guys seem to have some explaining to do.” Hoseok pulled the chair out from Jin’s desk and slung himself into it casually.

“Right, I suppose we do,” Jin sighed, massaging his temples.

“Well?” Hoseok asked, his brow raising as Jin didn’t say anything else after that.

Jin looked over Hoseok’s shoulder at Namjoon, who was still sitting on the couch in his study. “Would you like to take a crack at it?”

“Sure, throw me under the bus,” Namjoon grumbled, but got up and came to sit in the chair next to Hoseok’s anyway, so the three of them were seated around Jin’s desk.

“So, Taehyung found Y/n, and, uh…”

“Spit it out, already,” Hoseok snapped, accompanied by an eye roll.

“It turns out that she’s his mate…?” Namjoon said, so uncertainly that it sounded like a question. He eyed Hoseok warily, hoping he wouldn’t blow up at the unexpected (and likely unwelcome) news. He hadn’t even finished telling the story.

Hoseok turned to regard Namjoon more directly. “How can she be his mate? He’s been eating fine, hasn’t he?”

“Uh, we aren’t that sure about that,” Namjoon admitted. “But he isn’t the only one.”

“What.”

“As it turns out…” Namjoon paused and looked over at Jin for help. Jin nodded encouragingly for moral support. “Uh, all of us… are her mate.” He cringed away from Hoseok as he said it, bracing himself for the inevitable explosion.

“How the fuck is that possible?!”

“Hobi, please.” Jin held his hands out placatingly, trying to calm his brother down. “We don’t know what’s going on either, but we’re trying to figure it out, okay? Joon and I are spending all our free time in the library, trying to find out more.”

Hoseok put his head in his hands and groaned. “Why can’t things ever just be normal around here?” he mumbled.

Namjoon, sighing, patted Hoseok’s shoulder, trying to offer whatever comfort he could. “I’m sorry, bro,” he said, the words falling flat because he knew even as he was saying them that it wasn’t enough. “We’ll figure this out together, all right?”

“This is fucked up,” Hoseok said shakily, and Namjoon wasn’t sure if he’d even heard him. “All of this is so messed up, I can’t believe it. How can the seven of us be mated to the same girl? We’re going to drain her dry.”

“Hobi, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…” Jin looked slightly alarmed, reaching over to pat the top of Hoseok’s head.

“I never wanted any of this, losing Minhee was bad enough. I can’t deal with any more mate drama,” Hoseok complained, ignoring his hyung.

“Hobi, come on!” Jin lost his patience finally and snapped, raising his voice. “None of us know what’s up, and we’re all trying to get through this together, so will you please get it together and stop playing the victim?”

From the way Hoseok looked up at narrowed his eyes, his brothers knew they were in for it. “Together?!” Hoseok asked derisively. “Right… is that why you were hiding Y/n from me?”

“We weren’t hiding her,” Jin said, offended now. “We told you about her; you just didn’t want to meet her because you’d rather stay holed up in your room by yourself all the time!”

“Jesus Christ!” Hoseok slammed his fist down on Jin’s desk. “Maybe, just maybe, if you had started with ‘Hobi, by the way the hunter you’ve invited into our home smells like Minhee and is apparently our shared mate’, I might have paid more attention to her!” With that, Hoseok stormed out of the study, done with interacting with his brothers.

In the wake of his outburst, Jin and Namjoon sat quietly, the silence ringing loudly in their ears.

Jin was the first to break the silence with a loud, gusty sigh. “It’s so hard to talk to him nowadays,” he complained to Namjoon. He still remembered the jovial, smiling Hoseok of years past, back before everything had changed. As much as he understood the anguish his brother was going through and wanted to be there for him, it was just so difficult when Hoseok was belligerent like this.

Namjoon nodded in agreement, resting his chin in his hand. “If nothing else, hopefully Y/n will be able to help him.”

Jin hummed. “Do you think we should tell the others?”

“They wouldn’t understand, you know that,” Namjoon responded. Reluctantly, Jin agreed – the maknaes had never been quite as patient with Hoseok as the older brothers. They just didn’t understand why he was so angry all the time, and Hoseok didn’t like discussing what he’d gone through. It was difficult keeping secrets from their brothers, but it was necessary in this case to protect Hoseok.

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newtsshelbys · 4 years

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A New Home | Neighbour AU | Chapter 3

Prompt: “Hey, I locked myself out, can I stay at your place until my roommate comes home?”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader, Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s life couldn’t have been more ordinary. She lived together in an apartment with her sister, while being a student at the nearby college. The small flat next to hers stood empty for a while now, until one day two young men moved in. What at the beginning seemed like a simple new encounter, tured out to turn her world upside down.

Warnings: swearing, drinking

Word count: 3.3k

Prolouge | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Your doorbell rang. You were currently not doing anything special. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone. You got up and made your way to the front-door. You didn’t expect anyone or anything, so you wondered who could be at your door. The door doesn’t have a spy, which meant you had no idea who was standing on the other side of it.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by the smiley face of a blond boy with blue eyes. He was holding a paper-bag excitedly right in your face. A little panic started to spread in you. Since you were home alone and had no plans for the night, you were only dressed in a pair of black shorts, watermelon socks and a loose t-shirt with no Bra under it. Your panic was mixed with confusion. What was he doing here and why was he so excited?

Since the text he send to your sister two days ago, you haven’t heard from him. You really weren’t expecting anything anymore at this point. You also tried to do your best not to think about about him or this stupid kiss. You had to admit, it was hard and you needed a lot of distractions, but it worked somehow. Or actually it didn’t. You just liked to tell yourself that it worked.

So, now he was standing in front of your apartment on a Monday evening.

“I’ll be back in a second.” you told him and ran off, smashing the door back into its lock.

Harrison’s smile faded and was replaced with a confused look as the door was smashed shut right into his face.

You sprinted to your room and looked around for something to wear. You got out a bra. Also, you found a black shirt somewhere in the mess you called your room. You grabbed a pair of light blue skinny jeans from the floor and put them on. You decided the socks were fine. You got your hair free from the messy bun on your head, brushed it and pulled it together in a proper ponytail. After a second look into the mirror, you decided that you still looked awful, but not as awful as you did one minute ago. You rushed back to the door and opened it again.

Harrison was still here, looking around. His attention was back on you within seconds and he was still smiling brightly. The whole evening, he didn’t make one comment on what just happened.

“Hi, Harrison.”

“Hi, Y/N.”

You realised that you were still standing in the doorway, so you moved out of your way that Harrison step in.

As he put his bag on the kitchen counter, you asked:

“What are you doing here?” you didn’t know what to expect by this sudden visit.

“I hope you haven’t eaten yet.” he raised his eyebrows at you excitingly. You shook your head and signalised him to continue.

He took a deep breath and started explaining, while unpacking his bag:

“Even though your sister told me, you loved take out; I decided on something else, but still similar. Because I fucked up pretty badly last Friday, I wanted to make up for it. And I wanted to apologize. But I thought coming here and saying ‘I’m sorry’ is kinda lame. Even though, I really am. And since I have a secret source that told me you liked sushi, I thought I’d make sushi for you. Or we can do it together. However you’d prefer it.”

You were taken aback by his offer and his apology as well. In your head you always just told yourself that Harrison probably didn’t waste another thought about you, after he left your apartment on friday. And now here he was, apologizing and ready to make your ‘favourite food’ for you.

“I’ve never made sushi before.” you stated, since it was the only thing that came to your mind on what to say.

“Me either. See, that’s the point where I think this gets interesting. You can either watch me fail completely and use me to your amusement. In that case, I’ll probably end up buying take out for us anyway or you could help me and we could try to actually make some enjoyable sushi. So, what do you say?”

You were really impressed by his enthusiasm. It rubbed off on you a little. And suddenly, you found yourself, wanting to make sushi with Harrison Osterfield on a Monday evening.

You realised, Harrison was really sorry for what happened. From your point of view, he didn’t even have to be. He should be apologizing to his girlfriend out of everybody. Sure, the situation unsettled you, but in the end, it was you who overreacted. You were the one planning on apologizing to Harrison for handling the situation like this. But if it would have went your way, you probably just would have avoided him to the point where you were faced with the unavoidable. Maybe in the end, you and Harrison could become friends.

“Sure, I’ll help you.” you told him and with that made his lips curl up into a silly smile.

“Great!” he happily stated, “We need to cook some rice then.”

You and Harrison were hopelessly lost. None of you were really good at cooking, even though Harrison likes to believed that about himself. You were fast in telling him that microwaving eggs was not cooking. You could tell he was slightly offended.

“I can make pancakes too.” he tried to defend himself.

And you just weren’t the cooker. You rather spend your time on something else. In your case, something else meant lying around all day and night doing basically nothing. You were just lazy. And with that, your take out-habit developed.

The good thing was, Harrison thought ahead and basically bought twice as much from everything than you actually needed. The first pack of rice went to shit. It wasn’t until Harrison was about to open your second and last pack as you came up with the idea to watch a tutorial on YouTube on how to actually cook sushi-rice. And with that you actually managed to do it and you also figured out what the rice-vinegar and the rice-wine were for.

“I’ve just read it in a recipe and thought it sounded sushi-ish; I had no idea what it was for.”

“It sounded sushi-ish? Makes sense when it’s in a sushi recipe, don’t you think?”

Just as they thought the hard part with the cooking was over, they came to the part where they actually had to roll the sushi. This time, they decided to watch the tutorial right from the start. While you were chopping the veggies, Harrison was very focused on what the woman in the video said about how to roll the sushi. You found it quite adorable how serious he was taking all of this. He probably didn’t even realise he started to mimic the movements the woman made in the videos. You had to smile to yourself, what a dork.

“You got it?” you hinted at his phone.

“I think so?” he neither sounded and nor look a 100% convinced.

They finished cutting the veggies together. In the sushi-kit Harrison bought, was a bamboo-matt to roll. Getting the rice on the nori-sheets was already challenging enough for Y/N. She and Harrison ended up with rice all over their hands. The rolling itself actually went really well. You were impressed by how good of a job Harrison was doing. After the second roll you wanted to try it yourself, so Harrison showed you.

“You have to push it back.” he instructed you.

“Like this?”

“Maybe a little more.”

Your roll turned out okay. Harrison’s looked better though, so you let him continue. After you were finished rolling and the rice pan was empty, the only thing left was cutting the sushi. Harrison read somewhere that you should cut it with a wet knife, so it would make a good cut. After messing up the first few, you eventually got the hang out of it and it didn’t even look that bad. You got out a fancy plate you forgot you had and you placed the sushi on it. As you looked at your final result, you couldn’t feel anything but proud.

“We actually did a really good job.” Harrison stated, “I’m gonna be honest, I thought we would fuck this up completely.”

“Same here. I’m proud of ourselves.” you retorted with a smile on your face. You and Harrison high fived.

The kitchen was a real mess, though. Harrison offered to take over the cleaning, since it was his apology and it was his idea to destroy your kitchen. Harrison was carrying the plate with sushi into the living room where you told him to put it. Eating in the living room on the couch was also a thing you adopted after some time.

“What do you want to drink?” you shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh, I actually brought something, only if you don’t mind, though.” Harrison came running back into the kitchen and pulled out a whole pack of Capri-Sun.

“In case one’s not enough.” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back, “I thought we better skip the alcohol this time, since that wasn’t a success last time.”

“That’s actually quite perfect.” you told him, and he was satisfied with himself. Even though you had to swallow a little harder at his last comment. Why does all of this bother you so much? The better question, why do you keep thinking about the way it felt when your lips touched?

You walked back into the living room and took place on the couch.

You even found some old metal chopsticks in one of your many kitchen drawers.

“I gotta be honest with you” you started and Harrison’s attention was on you, “I’ve never had sushi before.”

“Wait, what? No, your sister told me it’s your favourite.”

“My sister likes to mess with me and apparently with you too.” you admitted with a small smirk on your face.

“But what if you don’t like it? Then all of this was for nothing.”

“What do you mean? I had a great time making it. And I definitely imagined my Monday evening to be rather boring, so thank you.”

“Yeah, you had a good time?” he wanted to assure himself. You only nodded which was good enough for him. A proud smile formed on his face. You could tell he was satisfied with himself.

You ended up loving sushi. The mango ones were your favourite, so Harrison let you eat almost all of them. You decided against watching anything while eating and so you talked. Harrison told you on what projects he was currently working on and you told him about your major in college and what your plans for the future looked like.

You were both kind of in the same situation. As you told him about your future, you had no idea where to start, because you had no clue on what to do after college. And he was talking about what he was doing right now, but he had no idea what to come after. You figured that you were both the kind of people to just finish what they were doing at the moment and didn’t thought about what was about to come after.

“Do you like your major?”

“I actually do. At first, I started with a different one, though. I change after the first half of my first semester.”

Harrison turned out to be how you thought he would be. You probably could talk about everything and everyone with him and at the same time, he liked to place a joke here and there. Not once you felt uncomfortable or awkward while talking to him. He doesn’t take himself or anything else too seriously. You also liked the way his dimples showed when he was smiling wholeheartedly. His laugh was mesmerizing too. But you had to stop your thoughts right then and there. There was no way you were about to develop feelings for a guy who was already in a relationship. If so, there would be only one person ending up heartbroken.

Harrison kept his promise and went to clean the kitchen after you two finished talking. But of course, you weren’t the one to let him clean up the mess you fabricated alone. He refused to let you help at first but eventually gave in.

“When are you planning on getting Frankie back?” he asked as his hands were busy washing your dishes and more dirty stuff from the kitchen.

You didn’t expect that he remembered her.

“I’ve got finals this and next week and after that, we’ll probably get her back.” you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face while thinking about your dog. You just now realised how much you actually missed her.

“Sounds great. Let’s say I bring my dog along as well and we go in the park with them together or something?”

He actually wanted to spend more time with you, and you were really happy about that. You liked Harrison and you were excited to get to know him better, maybe one day, you’ll even meet his girlfriend.

“That actually sounds fantastic.”

He was also glad, you wanted to spend more time with him. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so comfortable around you, he just knew that he did. And it was reason enough for him to want you in his life as a friend.

As Harrison handed you a plate to dry, soap dripped from his hand directly on your t-shirt.

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”, he tried to wipe it away not thinking about his still wet hands. He only made it worse, and you started to laugh, since he didn’t seem to realize what he was doing.

He was suddenly so close to you. Harrison looked up at you as if he wouldn’t understand what’s so funny, until he saw the mess he fabricated on your shirt. His cheeks slowly reddened out of embarrassment. He looked at you with an adorable and apologetic look. Harrison didn’t seem to realize how close the two of you were.

The both of you grew quiet, neither you nor Harrison broke the gaze between you. His eyes were the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. Your chest started to grow tight. What was happening? Before you could even register Harrison starting to lean in, your phone started to ring. The both of you exhaled deeply.

“I should probably get that.” Your voice was quiet and flustered.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

Harrison turned away from you as you went to pick up your phone. He went back to clean the last few items in the kitchen, while you saw a picture of your sister lightening your screen and making it ring and vibrate.

“Hi, Lu. What’s up?” your voice seemed kind of shaky as you started talking to your sister.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. What’s up?” you send an apologetic wave Harrison’s way as if to say sorry for the interruption.

“Wait, what happened?”

Harrison sensed that you sounded worried now. He wondered what was going on and if he could do anything to help. At the same time, he was still thinking about what almost happened two minutes ago. He tried to assure himself that it was nothing, he was fine. But he could not answer the question, what would have happened if you weren’t interrupted. He didn’t want to know. Or did he?

“No, no. I already ate … with Harrison, why? … let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Harrison put the last spoon back into its place.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Harrison felt guilty for overhearing your call, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that you sounded really worried.

“Okay, yeah. See you in a few. I love you.”

You hung up.

Harrison looked at you with a curious and worried expression.

“You should go.”

“Did anything bad happen? Maybe, I can help.” he suggested, meaning every word of it.

“I’m sorry, but my sister is supposed to be home any minute and she told me she had a fight with her boyfriend. She said she was fine, but I know when she’s lying. But thank you so much for tonight. And just so you know, I was actually planning on apologizing to you because I acted childish that day. I’m sorry-” you started to ramble as Harrison cut you off.

“It’s fine, alright? I’m the one in a relationship, and I could see I made you uncomfortable.”

You hated how he said that. Like, he knew anything about you or when you were uncomfortable, like he had any power over the way you felt or didn’t feel. But you tried not to think about this now. You just knew, when your sister came home, you had to be there for her, no distractions allowed.

“Listen, Harrison, I’m really sorry to kick you out like this. But I have to look after my sister as soon as she gets home.” you tried to explain.

“No, of course, everything’s fine. I’ll just grab my stuff real quick.” Harrison went to grab his jacket and shoes. “If I can help with anything, you know where I live.” he offered, already halfway out the door.

“Harrison?” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around.

“Thanks, again.”

He just smiled at that and closed the door right behind him.

After your sister hadn’t shown up for another two hours, you started to get worried sick. You tried to call her at least twenty times and sent her over fifty text messages. You even thought about going over to the boy’s apartment to ask them if they would help you search for your sister. By the time your front door opened, you were lying passed out on your sofa, your cell phone right in front of you.

Your sister slid of her boots as quietly as possible, even though it was hard for her to stand straight. Due to the amount of alcohol in her blood system, she eventually woke you up anyway.

“Lu?” you called, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, baby girl. Don’t… mind m- me. I’ll- jus go t-to bed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, right now.” your eyes weren’t adjusted to the light yet, “I was up all night waiting for you to come home. I was so fucking worried after your call. Where the fuck were you.”

You sat up, your face in your hands, as you started to hear quiet sobs. As you lifted your head, you saw a girl. The girl seemed lost and messy. There was barely any colour in her face. Her black hair was dishevelled, and wisps of it hang loosely in her face. The girl seemed broken, a tear rolling down her cheek. You didn’t recognize your sister in this girls’ eyes.

“Matt’s leaving me.” she whimpered, the usual dynamic her voice carried was gone.

You scooped on the sofa and Lu slowly walked towards you and eventually sat down right beside you. You could see how hard she was trying to keep it together in front of her little sister. How hard she tried to stay strong in front of her.

“It’s okay.” You whispered.

It was that moment she broke down in front of you. The tears were now streaming down her cheeks, and her make up was all over her face. Her sobs grew heavier, as she dropped herself into your lap.

You knew it wasn’t the time to ask questions. You still wanted to know what was going on. But you figured that Lu wasn’t in the constitution to talk right now. At the moment she just needed you, her little sister, holding her and spending her comfort.

What could she have meant by saying that Matt is going to leave her?

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#a new home #Harrison Ostefield #Chapter 3 #A new home chapter three #fanfiction #writing #harrison x reader #harrison osterfield x fem!reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #Neighbour AU #AU fanfiction

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ficsandpieces · 5 years

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Not only is it almost father's day but it's summer!! Could I please get family beach/pool trip scenarios? Ahhh just imagining it is so cute. Individual family outings or maybe a whole group version just to see everyone's kids interact?? Whichever is best for you. Thanks so much in advance :D

(I’m sorry prompt fills are taking so long, real life keeps getting in the way OTL)

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It’s Daddy’s day out! \o/

They go to Camus’ private beach because it was either that or a public one and Camus figured with great reluctance if he and his precious angel were going to be exposed to peasants it might as well be those he’s familiar with at least, much as it pains him to say it

Reiji rented a family van to pick everyone up and drove them over

Carpool karaoke happened and it was magnificent

They pull up to the beach and to the sight of Camus standing like a Greek god on the sand

His hair is up

His chest gleaming in the sun

His shins exposed

He’s possibly exposed more skin in public today than he had in over a year

It was only his opened shirt printed all over with cartoon heads of Alexander (a Father’s Day gift from his daughter via his S/O) that kept everyone present from being blinded

The deadly glare he shot anyone who even thought of commenting on his fashion sense today was enough to turn even the sun cold

Preparations before playtime see Camus and Ai diligently spraying their children down with sunblock, having brought with them metal canisters of it with spray nozzles attached for even coverage

Ranmaru’s barking at his kids to put it on while slapping it on himself

His son and daughter squeezing it on each other’s backs from a large economy tube of sunblock

When it comes to helping their father, they have fun drawing faces with the cream on Ranmaru’s back, quickly smearing the drawings away when he complains they’re taking too long

Reiji and his twins have completely forgotten that sun protection exists and are already running into the sea, yelling and whooping, pool floats hooked under one arm and beach balls under the other

(His kids survive the day without sunburn

Unfortunately enough, the same cannot be said for Reiji

He returns to work red as a lobster with new patches of skin showing where his children helpfully assisted Daddy in peeling whatever was coming off

Manager-san banned Reiji from going under the sun for next month, swaddling him in long-sleeves, face-mask, a giant hat and pants, leading to Reiji almost being hospitalized for heat-stroke later)

Reiji and Ranmaru join their kids in the water

Ai and Camus prudently keeping to the shade

Ai’s son tugging on his hand for him to go play in the sea with him

Ai shaking his head

“You know that I’m no good with water. Go play with the others, I’ll be fine by myself here.”

His little boy is super disappointed

Halfheartedly joins the other kiddies in the water

(The disappointed look on his son’s face from that time stuck with him for months after that

The next beach trip sees Ai liberally dousing himself with sealant and wading grimly into the sea with his son and a steely determination not to let the water get in the way of quality father-son time)

Camus, horrified at how rowdy the other children are, at first stands like a stern sentinel between his daughter and the commoners, arms folded and face stern as thunder

But one small tug at his tailored capri trousers, his little girl looking up at him with forlorn eyes and he very literally melts

Compromises by shadowing her closely until he’s dragged off by Reiji to give the poor girl some breathing space

Ranmaru gleefully assisting by putting Camus in a loose chokehold and literally towing him through the sand because as long as it causes the seaweed head distress he’s in

Ranmaru’s son, being the oldest of the lot, ends up keeping an eye on the other kids, to the silent approval of his father

Camus’ daughter is very excited to see other children her age because much like Camus she’s grown up surrounded by adults, although in very different circumstances

(Camus is adamant on having his little angel home-schooled, since the alternative would be sending her to a boarding school in the mountains but he can’t uproot himself to join her there just yet due to work

His S/O is equally adamant she at the very least goes to a normal school and make friends with other children because their daughter is going to grow up in a literal ivory tower isolated from the rest of humanity over her dead body)

But she’s a little shy and doesn’t know how to approach them

Ranmaru’s daughter tends to stick to her big brother

Then she spots Camus’ daughter fidgeting at the edge of the water, looking like she really wants to play with everyone else but is hesitant to do so

The Kurosaki siblings go over and take her hands, drawing her in to join them

Ranmaru’s son was the first boy to ever hold her hand

Little girl has her first crush when she looked up at him and he smiled back

(Camus, feeling a chill go down his body, fights tooth and nail to untangle himself from Reiji and Ranmaru and fly to his daughter’s side)

Ai’s son runs over when he sees them, excited that the little girl he’s always seen standing by the sidelines is finally here

Camus’ daughter’s heart melts when Ai’s son takes her hand and beams up at her

She’s never seen a boy younger than her, and so much smaller too!

Ai’s little son is normally shy and has a tendency to hide behind his parents’ legs when in public, but he’s very different with the other QN children whom he’s practically grown up with

He looks up to and sticks to Ranmaru’s son too, so he’s got two ducklings following him around everywhere he goes

Now with the addition of Camus’ daughter the duckling count has gone up to three

Both Kotobuki twins inherited their father’s boundless energy and appetite for fun

His son tends to be more on the serious side but enjoys a good prank like his sister

He and Ranmaru’s son are the ‘responsible’ ones who will pick up the younger kids and run like bats out of hell anytime a prank or joke goes wrong

The twins are the ones who come up with new games for everyone to play most of the time

Both of them have taken to calling Ranmaru’s son ‘Oniichan’, to his mild annoyance

Afternoon rolls around and both big and small stomachs are rumbling

Each papa brought their own homemade picnic lunch from home for potluck

Ai greatly approves of this

He’s a big believer in his boy getting as many experiences as possible, food included

Reiji’s karaage is naturally one of the more popular items on the menu, with Ran’s meatballs coming in a close second

Ai’s fruit and vitamin punch was left largely unfinished because it had more vitamins than fruit and tasted like it

(Both Ai and his son are puzzled by everyone’s reaction to the drink which was both healthy and absolutely fine to them, reminding all present that Ai’s little boy had inherited his father’s analytical taste buds)

Camus’ dessert tables (filled with nothing but cake and ice-cream and carried in by a crew) saved the day and everyone’s tongues

One table was graciously provided for the potluck

The other was reserved for him and his daughter, who to his dismay keeps trying to share her dessert with the Kurosaki spawn

The Kotobuki twins may be picky eaters but the sand and sea’s sharpened their appetites, making their father weep with joy when he saw empty plates and little hands holding them up, asking for seconds

Ranmaru’s drummed the principle of “clean your plate or starve” into his kids heads ever since they were old enough to eat solid food, so picky eating isn’t much of a problem for him

Except he isn’t exempted from every parent’s enemy of vegetables, which is a high hurdle for him to clear considering he’s not a fan of the green either

Apparently his children got around the ‘starving’ part of their father’s dining discipline by feeding their vegetables to the cats, technically still leaving their plates clean

Camus daughter has never eaten anything that wasn’t prepared by either her father or a professional chef, which should tell you enough about her upbringing

As mentioned, Ai’s son shares the same taste buds as his sire, hence he’ll eat anything and think it tastes alright

After lunch and a half-hour rest in the shade (with Ranmaru being awakened from his nap by his papa!radar going off and cracking open an eye to glare at any child who tries to sneak back on to the beach earlier than they’re supposed to), it’s back to the sun and waves and more fun

Ranmaru’s got his son hoisted up on his shoulders and his daughter hanging gleefully off one bicep, proudly showing off that he’s still got the muscles despite fatherhood

Reiji’s and his two-man army came armed with water soakers and are currently running for their lives from Camus, who is soaked and breathing frost and fury and advancing menacingly on the Kotobukis, his steps turning the surrounding water and sand to ice with his daughter perched on one arm, only slightly damp due to her father shielding her

Later on watermelons are brought out for an afternoon snack

The age-old game of watermelon smashing commences

When it’s Ranmaru’s turn to hit the watermelon he takes aim, spins and strikes alarmingly close to Camus, sending sand flying in all directions

“Eh, thought I sensed something soft headed around here. Guess my gut was right on the mark.”

He grins, taking off the blindfold and cracking his neck with an added smirk

Highly unamused, Camus feels around for the nearest thing at him to bash Ranmaru’s head in with, which turns out to be a plastic toy bucket still half-full with wet sand

Equally unamused and seeing red now, Ranmaru grabs another toy bucket, chooses an area of beach abundant with seashells and tiny crabs, fills it to the brim and dumps it down the back of Camus’ shirt

Their kids watching the sand, seashells and seaweed fly with the battle raging on

(Good thing their wives had the foresight to pack more than one change of clothes for both the men and their kids)

Everyone eventually settles down to finish off the smashed watermelons

Ranmaru teaching the children how to spit out the seeds and unknowingly initiating a competition to see who can spit them the furthest

Camus has long carried away his daughter, mortified at her having to watch such a crass activity

Reiji’s been furiously taking photographs throughout the entire day and sending constant updates to his wifey at home

(He spams the Quartet Night group chat with the same photos and commentary later

Camus leaves the chat group in a fit of ire, only to be added back almost immediately by Reiji

“Myu-chan, you’re so careless! What’re you doing accidentally exiting the group chat like that? Think of all the news you’d have missed out on if I hadn’t noticed!”)

Closer to evening Ai’s son is worn out from playing and starts getting clingy with his father

“Hm? What’s the matter?” he asks him, rubbing his back with one hand. “Tired already?”

He presses his head against Ai’s shirt and pouts

“Want Mommy.”

“We still have three hours and forty-seven minutes left to go before we can see your mother. Do you want to take a nap in the shade first?”

“No. Want Mommy now!”

Off Ai goes, carrying away his cranky three-year-old to some place quiet where he can calmly explain to him how throwing a tantrum does not make time go by any faster

He returns an hour later, his toddler in his arms, now completely exhausted from his father’s lecture which turned out to be as hypnotic as a lullaby

Hearing Ai’s son whining for his mother makes the other children realise that they’ve gone an entire day without Mommy too

The mood’s going downhill fast, with all the adults frantically trying to stop their children from bursting into tears from suddenly missing their mothers

Reiji saves the day with a brilliant idea

“No summer night is complete without fireworks!”

Good thing he brought along enough to make Ai and Camus seriously worry about being caught by the police for possession of an abnormally large amount of explosives

Firecrackers, whizzlers, fountains, spinners, you name it, Reiji’s probably got more than ten of it

All papas present breath a sigh of relief when their children are distracted from thoughts of their mothers by the possibility of playing with something bright, shiny and noisy

Ai has his boy in his lap, placidly holding on to a sparkler

Baby boy wanted to do nothing but snuggle in his chest at first, but the bright lights and the noise the other children were making woke him up

Camus hovering anxiously behind his little girl, a globe of water ready to materialize in his hand any second for fear that a stray firework might have the audacity to approach his angel

Ranmaru and Reiji’s children having the time of their lives running up and down the beach, setting off bottle rockets in the air

Ranmaru running after his kids when they gang up with the Kotobuki twins to chase Reiji down the length of the beach with roman candles at ready

At the end of the night, after cleaning up after themselves (junior chipping in to help), each papa carries their exhausted but happy child home in their arms, piling into the rented van

Camus is both stunned and aghast when his little girl tugs on the arm of Ran’s son, her head still resting against her father’s chest, and tells him to come and play again sometime

Ranmaru is just as mortified when the little boy yawns and nods

The two fathers share a mutual look of “WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN” before urgently bundling their children back home

Ran gives his confused son the “You can pick anyone you like, just not that one” talk

The poor man has never felt so threatened in his life before

Camus bathes his little girl in the Permafrost equivalent of holy water to exorcise whatever black magic that Kurosaki spawn must have cast on his precious angel

Reiji sends everyone home safe and sound

Bathes and carries both his children to bed and tucks them in

Pulls his wife down to sit next to him on the couch as he recounts the day and adds on even more commentary to the sea of photographs he had texted her throughout their day out

All of Quartet Night’s wives say the same thing to their exhausted husbands when they return home with sleeping children in their arms

“Welcome back. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

And they had to agree that it wasn’t

(Although whether they would do it again was still up for debate lol)

#utapri #uta no prince sama #Quartet Night #papa!QN #Reiji Kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #camus #ai mikaze #papa!Ranmaru #papa!Reiji #papa!Camus #papa!Ai #papa!qn prompt fest #headcanons #Answering asks

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Black Condor #5

Five issues and five pure cheesecake covers.

Crud-for-brains? I'd wager my life savings that Brian Augustyn was an early Adventures of Pete and Pete fan.

The guys on the cover are just four young dude-bros stealing from drug dealers. They burn the drugs and take the money to give toward good causes. And probably also to buy cool shit for themselves. They're only human! Probably. I haven't read far enough along to know what they're really doing with the cash. Black Condor will find out after he beats the shit out of three of them. Sorry. I've been gone for awhile. You wouldn't have noticed since my long absence fell between writing the previous paragraph and this current one. And unless you ran off to take a desperate shit right at the same moment, the time between these two paragraphs was negligible, minuscule (I decided to use both words because I'm so proud of my ability to spell my native language (I considered misspelling "native" and "language" but decided that was a boring old joke which has carried more water than Capri-sun (that's a new joke and it's not very good because it doesn't make sense. But at least it's new))). But I was caught up in playing a stupid computer video game about dungeon delving dice trapped in a horrific game show. Spoiler: the dice never get to fuck. But I'm back now because this is blog is the only thing that keeps me sane anymore. You might think that because this blog was my link to sanity, I'd be more earnest. You might think I'd want to be grim and serious and discuss political, social, and environmental matters with the gravity and seriousness they deserve. But that's all the stuff that's doing my head in. So I'd rather pretend that I'm angry at comic books. Here's a secret for the few of you reading this who made it to this specific paragraph out of all of my paragraphs: I wish I were friends with Scott Lobdell. I bet he's kind of an asshole but he's the kind who, if he was getting his ass kicked at a bar for being smarmy and pretentious and smug (smug because he's a rich writer whom a lot of thirteen year old boys (and men with thirteen year old boy minds) think wrote some of the seminal X-men stories), he'd completely understand if you didn't step in to defend him. He feels like the kind of guy who knows what he really deserves (a righteous ass beating) and wouldn't think the world unfair should he ever receive it. Then he'd probably buy drinks for the people who beat his ass, and I'd look him in the eye and shrug, and he'd laugh, and we'd continue to not mention that time we jerked each other off when we were fucking wasted on single malt scotch and peyote. Black Condor and Ned decide they need to find the girl with humongous afro before she hurts people who don't deserve it the way the color changing white supremacist Nazi rapists did.

What does he mean by "completely autistic"? In 1992, I'm guessing that meant nonverbal with loads of stimming and maybe the ability to play any piano concerto immediately after hearing it once.

Karin was experimented on by Black Condor's grandfather's Society but she failed to gain the ability to fly. She did, however, gain mental abilities as powerful as his own. He's concerned that, being autistic, she'll hurt people with her mind rage. Please. She almost certainly just wants to be left alone by everybody in society expecting her to think and act in a specific way that she can't think and act, nor would she want to if she had the ability. Just leave autistic people alone, normals! They don't need help. Just because your autistic kid isn't giving you the kind of unconditional love you were looking for when you decided to have a kid that you would eventually love only conditionally based on how they loved you doesn't mean the kid needs to change. That's on you and your needs. Maybe just find a way for the kid to express themselves (or not! Who knows sometimes?!) and let them do and act as they please. Unless what they want to do is fuck the dog. I'm not saying autistic people fuck dogs but I am saying we're all individuals, you know? Use your common sense! And if your kid is fucking the dog, autistic or not, don't let them near the dog! The Merry Men on the cover (oh hey! There were Merry Men in the Sky Pirate issue! Brian Augustyn either loves old tales of daring adventure or LSD) have been robbing drug dealers to help fund a homeless camp run by a priest named Gamble. The priest isn't involved in the theft; he chastises them about their plans to get money illegally. But they assure him the money isn't tainted and he decides to believe them when they dump thousands of dollars on his desk. Doing the right thing is hard when doing the wrong thing will solve all of your money issues. If you're a weak minded jerk, that is! I totally would never sell out for thousands of dollars so hopefully nobody embarrasses themselves by offering me loads of money to write positive comic book reviews for their publications. Father Gamble refuses the money because he just can't be sure it was honestly come by. I would be less suspicious of the money and more suspicious of the white college kids trying to donate thousands of dollars to a homeless camp. What's really going on in this camp?! Why are these young men so interested in keeping it funded so it doesn't get shut down? Four probably rich white boys risking their lives to help the downtrodden? Sorry but this is the most aggressively fantastic comic book I've ever read. And I'm not using the informal definition of "fantastic."

"Which member of this organization could possibly be giving all of this information to these white boys and why am I exposing my plan to kill them before plugging the leak?!"

Maybe that's racist suggesting that the white guy in the gang is giving the information to other white guys. But this comic book has already asked me to believe too many fanciful plot points so I'm glad Augustyn decided the white guy was absolutely the inside man. The white guys name is Herbie and his boss, Mr. Soto, already knows he's the leak. I'm glad Mr. Soto is as smart as I am. Or as racist. Probably smart though! They follow him as he's trying to meet up with the college Merry Men to warn them that they're in danger. Luckily for Herbie, Black Condor happens upon the scene as he's searching for Karin. And even though Black Condor doesn't give a shit about this guy and his problems, he figures even a reluctant hero wouldn't just stand by and watch some jerk get what's coming to them. After Black Condor saves Herbie, he has to take him to the hospital because he was pistol whipped. Meanwhile, the rich white kids aren't warned that they're about to die so they drive off into the trap to steal more money that Father Gamble won't be accepting for his charity.

What a dumb asshole! Even the most ignorant of ignorant jerks knows there were only three musketeers! Unless he's so familiar with the book that he's including d'Artagnan along with Porthos, Mythos, and Harpos.

I never read The Three Musketeers because I was born in the late 20th century and exciting stories to thrill young boys wasn't a popular genre anymore because we had Batman and Green Lantern. Although I did once play the text adventure version of the book. When I did that, I poked fun at the idea that the author of it was writing the game so that people would remember Alexandre Dumas and yet it's the only reason I know anything about him! Although now I know a little bit more about him because I Googled his name to make sure I was spelling it correctly and now I know what a fancy lad he was!

Now I want to listen to an audio version of his book where every few sentences, the person reading it just says, "Oooooooh, my!"

The Musketeers (maybe I was wrong to assume they were more like the Merry Men?!) manage to get away with only one of them shot in the ankle (the others weren't shot at all, if that wasn't clear). They decide the best way to save their own lives is to lead the gun men on a chase through New York back to Father Gamble's homeless camp. They already know he doesn't want any trouble so why are they taking this gunfight back there?! What is Father Gamble's hold over these young men?! Luckily for everybody in the homeless camp, Black Condor is there still searching for Karin. He'll save everybody's lives reluctantly! Unluckily for everybody, Karin is also there and the gunfire and chaos freaks her out so much that she has a mind-storm! That's the thing she had before that killed four of her attempted Nazi rapists. And that's where the comic book ends! Lucky for older me, younger me bought the next issue so I wouldn't be stuck with this cliff hanger! Lucky for younger me, older me doesn't have a time machine so that fucker has gotten away with some pretty abhorrent behavior which I couldn't correct by going back in time and punching him in the nose. Unlucky for him, he's going to be a virgin for a long, long time! Ha ha! Take that! Ow. Older me just hurt older me's feelings. Black Condor #5 Rating: B. A solid rating that I probably wouldn't have given this comic book back when I was twenty-one. I don't think I understood just what this comic book was doing and wound up only remembering it as a comic book about a reluctant hero. I didn't realize how much of it was Black Condor trying to live his now much more complicated life while also continuously doing the right thing. Even when he just wants to hole up in the woods and say "Fuck it!" to everybody and everything, he still shows the heart of a hero when he's needed by people nearby. And he's fucking sexy hot too.

#Black Condor #Rags Morales #Brian Augustyn #DC Comics #DC

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bubblegumxveil · 6 years

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maiden of the mist;;

Betty had heard the stories, the legend of the creation believed by the native people for what had become known as the Horseshoe Falls but she’d only ever seen it in poorly likened photographs in old reference books at the school library or through films her professor showed in her folklore and mythology class on a projector screen. The subject itself held little interest for her fellow classmates, most of whom were only taking the course as an easily passed elective to pad their transcript and up their grade point average. Betty Cooper however, found herself enthralled in the mystical element of it all, the way stories of gods were passed on through generations only to be watered down into the bland black and white of her required reading textbooks. Her professor had taken note of her curiosity, particularly her interest in Niagara Falls and had supplied her with extracurricular reading on the histories and lore. It was a specific story that stuck out to her, the tale of the sacrificial maiden willing to give her life for the honor of appeasing a mighty spirit the lived in the waters below. She found the entire concept of willingly wanting to die for something so wholeheartedly believed in as equally foolish as she did fascinating, but it became the prime motivator in deciding on the destination for the all girl’s trip planned over summer vacation. Her best friend Veronica didn’t understand what particularly was so interesting about some waterfalls, her vote having been the beaches of Southern Florida but she gave in reluctantly claiming this was Betty’s trip after all before the commencement of their junior year of college. Classes were sure to be more rigorous and leaving them all with much less time for socializing and so this was their last chance for the summer to have a little fun and blow off steam before the term began. They’d packed the station wagon full to the brim, suitcases, snacks and necessities with all four girls before making a road trip of it the several hours north and west to where Veronica’s father had secured them a stay in a rather lavish luxury hotel suite. The bellhop had barely unloaded the cart of their bags before Betty had armed herself with her brand new Canon camera gifted by her parents on her last birthday around her neck and begging to go on one of the many tours offered around the area. Donning their matching cat eye sunglasses, Betty snapped a few pictures of the girls along the observation deck overlooking the falls, few as enthused to be there as she was simply taking a moment to lean over the railing and really take in the splendor of it all. The sheer scope and size of it, the mist she could feel against her face even from where she stood and the sound of the water crashing down below. Mistakenly, she could’ve sworn it sometimes resembled a voice, like the waters could really be calling to her. Veronica and the girls had lost their attention long ago, telling Betty they were heading back along the main drag of tourists where they’d seen a vendor cart selling ice cream and offering to bring her one back to stave off the sweltering late summer heat. She waved them on, taking advantage of her chance alone and severe lack of security to venture past the warning signs warding off visitors past a point of danger and climbing her way down the craggy rocks to get closer to the water’s edge. She watched the rolling current as she carefully stepped over slippery moss covered rocks, unpredictable and wild as it churned but the color of the water magnetic and drawing her closer. She hadn’t the appropriate footwear for climbing rocks, dark brown closed-toed Huarache sandals her feet could’ve easily slipped out of but she was mindful more of the camera she carted, not wanting to accidentally fall and break the lens or ruin and expose the film to the beating sun overhead. Once she made it to the edge however, it still seemed as if the water itself was speaking to her somehow, which of course she knew to be impossible. Betty looked over her shoulder, scanning the vacant outcropping half expecting to find Veronica or one of the girls whispering to tease her but it was as if the entire world from above her had completely disappeared. Betty found a sturdy higher perched rock, unlooping the camera from around her neck and setting it down for safekeeping as she returned to the waters, dipping her hand in out of uncontrollable curiosity. It was much colder than she’d expected given the season but the jolt of surprise and mixed sensations brought a knowing smirk to her lips as she turned toward the falls, recalling the story in particular about the sacrificial maidens in their white canoes. “A beauty worth dying for I suppose…” Betty echoed to no one but herself, crossing her arms against a sudden chill on her bare arms that had nothing to do with the weather. Heaving a sigh, she knew she’d already been gone longer than anticipated and that the other girls would be worried and looking for her. She turned to collect her camera, but not before her foot slipped on one of the rocks and caused her to lose her balance. Instead of falling forward onto the jagged bed of rocks, her body instinctually tried to counteract the fall and instead she fell backwards and directly into the water. She hadn’t had the chance to gasp for much air before she was pulled under by the current, the cold sending a shock through her body as she was pulled down and deeper into the water with inexplicable force. It felt almost as if the water itself had wrapped around her ankles in a death grip, dragging her under. She fought to swim, the summers of swimming lessons put to use as she tried to get her bearings, kicking as hard as she could against the pull in search of the surface of the water. Somehow, she’d been thrashed and tossed around and the more she kept swimming it seemed the further into water she went and she no longer knew which direction was up or down. Panic began setting in, the lack of oxygen to her muscles slowing her movements and the pain radiating from her lungs in her chest desperate for air. Betty knew she only had less than minutes to find her way above water or else she’d lose consciousness and drown. Through the pain she kicked harder, instead of arms flailing, out in front of her to maneuver through the water as she tried to keep her wits about her and turn in different directions until finally she broke through the surface. Gasping for air, the sudden burst of breath as painful as the depletion of air but she made her way for the edge of the shoreline coughing and sputtering not knowing how far the currents had carried her. She was exhausted as she hauled herself onto the rocks, hair and clothes soaked through as she leaned against a tall rock for support still heaving for breath. Betty looked behind her, expecting her camera to be where she’d left it but finding the top of the rock empty. So her luck seemed to be getting worse, assuming somehow in the force of her fall the camera too had been knocked from its’ ledge and now lie somewhere deep below in the depths of the water. “My mom and dad are going to kill me…” She groaned, feeling her throat burning from the effort of being underwater. Once she was sure she could stand, Betty carried herself and her wounded pride back up the way she’d climbed in search of her friends and a dry towel they’d all kept in the back of the car for their trip. Once to the top of the rocks however, Betty found no thoroughfare of tourists or the nearby parking lot full of station wagons and Buicks. In fact, Betty found nothing at all but more rocks and trees for as far as she could see. She was half convinced she was losing her mind, turning around in a circle to scan her surroundings in search of anything familiar but finding no observation deck, no ice cream vendors and no one else around. “No wonder my camera was gone. I must be in a totally different part from where I fell in…” Betty was beginning to feel on edge, but resolved there must be some sort of park ranger’s office or something nearby. She’d only been underwater for so long and despite how strong the current had been, she couldn’t have been more than a mile from the tourist center where her friends surely were reporting her missing. Squashing the last bit of water from her sandals, Betty trekked onward and forward into the foliage knowing it would be nightfall soon and wearing only capris and sleeveless blouse she was bound to get cold soaked through to the bone the way she was. It was slow and arduous going, climbing over more rocks and roots of trees and it was clear it wasn’t well traveled terrain. She wondered if she should double back to the water and start over in a different direction until she heard a rustling in the leaves that froze her in her tracks. Betty knew little of the area, unsure of what wild animals lived in these particular parts but wanted no more quarrel with Mother Nature than she’d already had today. It was no mountain lion or bear that appeared however, but a scantily clad little boy. His hair was coal black and his complexion darker than hers though not quite black like the friends she’d met in the rallies at Washington D.C. He wore no shirt and as she looked him over, nothing below his waist save for the shoes on his feet. She made a squeak of embarrassment instantly apologizing to the boy and politely averting her eyes but wondered what sort of parents let their child parade around naked even to play in the waters of the falls which seemed incredibly dangerous to her. “Can I help you? Have you lost your parents too? I can’t seem to find my way back to the visitor’s center.” Betty smiled to the boy, hoping to frighten them both a little less but the boy looked her up and down, brows knitting together in confusion when she spoke and when he tried to speak to her it was in a completely foreign language Betty didn’t recognize. Her heart sank a bit more as she shook her head, feeling a slight shiver set in from the damp. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what you’re saying…” The boy took a step toward her, grabbing for her wrist and pulling her along forward but she instantly fought against him and jerked her hand back away from him. “No! You’re going the wrong way!” The boy looked back at her as if she’d physically struck him, and before she could apologize or show she meant no harm he immediately began raising his voice, running off in the direction which he’d come and gaining volume in that same language she didn’t understand. “No! Wait! Come back, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you!” Betty pushed through the leaves he’d disappeared through but finding no sign of the boy except the far off sound of his voice already impossibly far ahead of her.

#joneshead #maiden of the mist | outlander au

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bibimbureizu · 6 years

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In Lonely Places. 01

ft. Kim Minseok, Park Chanyeol

wcount. ~3000

warnings. Ideological sensitivities, some strong language. Other warnings to come.

comments. Working on the next one. Let me know what you guys think!

wraith

rāTH/

noun

a ghost or ghostlike image of someone, especially one seen shortly before or after their death.

White walls. A window to your left. The light buzz of electricity and the odd undertone of death, despair, anxiety, carried with the heavy scent of Iodoform. There was a light chatter outside your room. A hospital. You couldn’t recall anything. Nothing but your name, your values, and a ghost.

It was the ghost of the man whose face you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He was ethereal. Always there, yet completely out of reach. Who was he? You yearned to know.

“We couldn’t find any medical records. Actually – no records of her existence at all. Not even a birth certificate”

“No wallet? No ID?”

“Nothing. No emergency contact information, no notes – no one in the building knew who she was. We’re at a loss here.”

“Well, it’s a miracle she even survived – and in one piece at that.”

“What do you suppose we do about her? If she wakes up, that is.”

“Not sure, but we’ll come up with something when the time comes. For now, I have to run a few more tests – but the good news is that her heart rate is stable.”

You listened halfheartedly. Eyes closed and trying to imagine the face of that man. He was right there, fresh in your mind and yet his identity was a blur. How did you know him? Did he know you? You felt as though he could have been the love of your life. A parent, or a child. A worst enemy or possibly even the devil himself. Nevertheless, you wanted – needed, even, to know.

“You’re awake.” The words shook you from your thoughts as your eyes opened to the light of the room once again, this time bringing with it a short pang to your cerebrum. You flinched slightly.

“We weren’t expecting your recovery to happen so quickly. I’d like to run a few tests and ask you a few questions if that’s fine with you.” The doctor, a soft looking man. His voice gentle and soothing. You nearly forgot to respond, with a nod of approval. He smiled. He must have worked with children – his presence put you at ease.

“I’ll have to take your vitals first, but in the meantime, we can just talk.” He mentioned as he moved over to the corner of your suite to roll a chair and some machine next to your bed. His clipboard sat in the chair as he prepared the machine for use. You recognized the arm cuff used for taking blood pressure, and the pulse oximeter he would come to clip onto your finger, and the stethoscope dangling from his neck. The typical image of a doctor. Somehow it reminded you of an old, nostalgic cartoon that you couldn’t quite recall.

He did as doctors do – checked your vitals. Put the cold metal of the stethoscope on your upper chest, and back – listening to your heartbeat, or breathing. Whichever didn’t matter to you. Everything felt like a dream. As soon as he’d returned the object to hang around his neck, he cleared his throat and sat down in his chair, placing the clipboard in his lap. You stayed sitting up on the uncomfortable hospital bed, facing away from him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Fine.” You replied shortly, your voice felt rough and groggy as if it had recently been strained. You looked down at the small bandage wrapped around your wrist.

“What’s your name?”

“(y/n).”

“Do you have any family? Or anyone that you’d like to alert about your accident?”

You hesitated, still unable to recall anything. You shook your head.

“Is this by choice?”

You shook your head again.

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know.” There was a pang in your chest.

“Where do you live?”

“I don’t know.”

“What can you remember?”

“Nothing.” Each question hurt more than the last.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

Over the course of the next few days, you underwent many tests, and therapy – those concerning your physical wellbeing, to which Dr. Kim said the results were amazing, and those concerning your psyche. He spoke to you regularly, especially after escorting you to and from the different wards. Though you hadn’t seen him today, only nurses bringing your food and drink.

You found yourself staring out the window for most of the day – wondering what it could have been that you missed. How old were you? How much of your life has been erased? Were you alive in the first place? It was an odd sensation being around people who knew exactly who they were and how their lives had gone, everything they’d done up to this point, but you were incapable of even fathoming it. This was all you knew. And every night, you’d seen that same man, draped in black as he turned to look at you but without a face. Every night, he was alone, and yet you were there – you could see him but he was just out of reach. And every night you tried to call to him and he wouldn’t respond. And you would wake up in the same hospital bed, in the same room with the same buzz of electricity hovering in the air, wondering what in the hell was going on.

“Ms. (y/n),” You turned your head to the familiar voice.

“Dr. Kim,”

“Please, call me Minseok. I have some news for you.” You nodded in response, moving to sit up in your bed. “Well, the hospital has deemed you healthy enough to be discharged, even though you’ve been diagnosed with Retrograde Amnesia. However, if you’ve ever read the tale of Roger Curry, you’d probably agree that damning you to wander the streets or live in a homeless shelter is a bad route to force someone onto.” He sighed, moving to close the door slightly and pull a chair up to your bed. As he sat down, he looked back up at you. You were unsure of what was to come next.

“This is going to sound insensitive of me, but are you positive there isn’t a person you can think of to call?” He asked hesitantly, and to both of your dismay, you hadn’t a reply. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed toward the ground for a few quiet moments. You wanted to know what he was thinking and at the same time, you wanted the stress of uncertainty to leave your mind.

He looked back up at you. You couldn’t read his expression.

“I have an extra room in my house.” He spoke finally, leaning back in his chair again and never breaking eye contact with you. “Of course, it’s up to you – I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to stay with me until we can get you on your feet, but my offer still stands.

You had nowhere else to go. A homeless shelter didn’t sound too off-putting however, nothing was exactly as it seemed. But that didn’t exclude Minseok. It was entirely possible that he wasn’t who he seemed to be – however he was just so kind and welcoming. It was hard to believe that he could be anything but an angel.

You nodded in thought, weighing the different possibilities and trying to find a reason – any reason – that the homeless shelter would be a better choice, but there were just too many variables. There more people which meant there was a larger chance for things to go wrong. If it were just you and Minseok, even if he turned out to be some kind of psychopath, you’d stand a better chance and there was also more security in living in a home – consistent water, heating, cooling. You just didn’t want to be a burden on him.

As if he had read your mind, he spoke up again. “Don’t worry about repaying me, either. I don’t mind helping – and you wouldn’t be a burden.” He had surprised you. Minseok must have been perceptive as well. Had he any flaws?

Finally, you decided. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” You said. “Thank you for being so kind to me, Minseok.”

He smiled widely at you, eyes squinting slightly as his cheeks raised them. “Don’t mention it, I like helping others.” He was gorgeous.

You were discharged from the hospital that night, riding in the front seat of Minseok’s car and gazing lazily out the window. Time seemed to slow as the world faded away, and your thoughts guided you away from reality. Mainly anxious questions lingered, though vivid scenes of that man pestered you yet again. How could he be so elusive? You began to question whether he was even real. For being one of the only memories you clung to, it would be very disappointing to find out that he didn’t exist

“(y/n),” Minseok called out to you.

“Hm?” You responded, returning your gaze to the streets outdoors. Skyscrapers draped in a light fog surrounded you, as the rain drizzled and tapped the roof of Minseok’s car. You weren’t particularly interested in conversation at the moment, but he wanted to make something of a conversation.

“I hope you don’t mind if the room is a little bit messy. I have a lot of old stuff stashed away in there. If you’re uncomfortable with the mess, feel free to let me know – I’ll make sure to get it all out for you.“ Slowly the buildings grew more sparse as he continued to drive towards the country.

“Besides that, there’s food in the fridge, and in the pantry – I also have some other stuff in the extra fridge outside in the garage, but it’s mostly frozen meats and Capri Suns” He chuckled as he continued to drive and made one-sided conversation. “Feel free to cook if you’re hungry. I’ll share my food with you too of course, if I make enough for two.” Time went by between you two, he had to have been going relatively fast but it was getting dark quickly. You two must have been outside of – or very close to – city limits, because there were virtually no buildings in sight, only trees.

“You live alone?” You asked, mildly surprised at the comment. You would have guessed that he had a wife, and possibly a child. A girlfriend at least. It was odd to you that he was alone – he seemed well put together.

“Not completely alone – I have my –“ It was then that you looked forward rather than continuing to stare out the side window. The low visibility made you blink your eyes, however, the scene played out in slow motion; Minseok, startled, veers sharply to the left into the opposite lane, and as you glance up, bracing the door and middle console tightly to keep yourself as balanced and upright as possible, there he is. That man. Performing the same movement he’d played over and over and over in your dreams. He made direct eye contact with you. It felt like minutes that the two of you stared at each other, him standing outside of the car with his back to you, looking over his shoulder, and you, clutching whatever you could with the seatbelt locked tightly around your body.

“Shit!” Minseok exclaimed, breaking harshly as his car went over the left lane and into the grass on the other side. Your bodies heaved forward as the car stopped abruptly, nearly crashing straight into the dense woods. What felt like hours of waiting and staring into the dark forest was really only a few minutes but Minseok was incredibly shaken by this. He rested his head on the steering wheel for a moment as he exhaled deeply, before raising his head once more and looking down at his trembling hands. He then glanced at you. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated – incredulous and shaken as well, but more at the fact that he’d almost hit this random man that you’d been seeing so vividly in your dreams every night since waking up. You almost wondered if this was even real. You glanced out of your window again at the road, ready to open your door as you scanned the area for any sight of him again but there was nothing. “I think so.” You managed to utter as you returned your gaze down to your hands, laying in your lap at this point.

“That deer… It came out of nowhere, huh.”

You glanced at him one more time, he had his eyes closed as he laid against the headrest. You felt unnerved by his statement, and it made you question again if you really had been dreaming or not. You counted your fingers – 10, 5 on each hand. You looked at the screen on his dashboard, checking the time and reading every possible thing on there – it was perfectly comprehensible. You pinched the top of your thigh until it felt like it would bleed. There was no way you could have been asleep.

“I’m so sorry about that.” He uttered. “There normally aren’t any deer out here – just raccoons or other small animals. Nothing like that. I’ve never seen a white deer before.”

You could only nod, equally bewildered.

The two of you made it to his home after about 15 more minutes – equating to a 45-minute drive from the hospital. He lived in a very rural area, much colder than the city with trees spreading for miles. He had a neighbor though they were about a 1.5 miles away.

He showed you around the 2 room, 2.5 bath house. It was elegant yet humble, with subtle yet well-structured mixes of rustic and modern touches. It was a two story with both bedrooms and full bathrooms on the upper floor, while the living room, kitchen and half bath were all on the ground floor. Homey, but at the same time being in the middle of nowhere felt uneasy. Who knew what could go on in those dense woods.

He also introduced you to his cat Suri. A lilac point Himalayan. He was cute and friendly enough.

But you were restless that night. Any time you closed your eyes, the events of earlier that night would flash again through your head. That man, the “white deer”, the odd feeling of a lucid dream you couldn’t shake. Sometimes you would just run through the house tour again, as you laid in the bed – remembering Suri as he padded up to you, sniffed your hand when you crouched down to show it to him, and then rubbing his face against it as a welcome. Remembering the scratching post in the corner of the living room, which was the first room you’d see upon entering, with the kitchen right behind it and only separated by a bar. The staircase, immediately to the right of the front door, and the short hallway with a door on each side – one leading to the master bedroom and bathroom, and the other to the guest room. Then one at the end of the hall which was the guest bathroom.

But that couldn’t get him out of your mind. You struggled to remember if you’d seen a deer or not. Maybe you were too startled to see what was really there. You wondered briefly if this could have been some kind of sign. Or an omen. Though, you’d rather just continue to rationalize the event. No, never mind. You were done rationalizing anything. You didn’t want to think anymore.

But your mind and body refused to sleep. Maybe It was because of the strange new place. But everything was strange and new. And nothing ever felt right. You felt lost and wondered if you’d feel this way for the rest of your life. What a depressing thought. To never know or understand why and how you’re alive. You could only imagine this is what most people must feel like though. This was normal. Right?

Of course, not being able to remember anything about yourself, besides a few select things was not normal. But maybe you weren’t the only one feeling lost and alone. Maybe you shouldn’t have felt alone at all. Minseok wanted to help.

But if you were to mysteriously go missing how much would he actually care? Nobody else would even know you were gone.

Apparently, no one did know you were gone. No one knew you existed at all – and yet Minseok was there. Waiting for you. Caring for you.

But it was just his job.

If it was just his job, why is he taking care of you still?

Guilt.

No. Compassion?

Ulterior motives.

Maybe he’s a real angel.

Do angels even exist?

Who is Minseok?

Who are you?

Why are you here? Why do you exist?

What was to come of your life? Why did you exist without an identity?

What was your purpose? Did you have a purpose?

Did anything even matter?

Who is he? Why are you haunted by this person? Was he a person? Maybe he was a demon. Or an angel. But those probably don’t exist. Maybe he was just the last thing you saw before… No. Did you even exist before now? Think of something within your grasp – something comprehensible. You had your name. You had ethics, morals. You had questions. You had a ghost. But why nothing else? What even happened to you? Could Minseok answer these?

What the hell is going on?

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veuveperdue · 6 years

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November 6, 2009-- Los Altos, Arroyo Seco, NM

After I ended my journal entry for the 4th, drank the rest of my coffee, I went for cash to pay the car wash guys, after the credit card/no credit card mix up. After driving around some more, I decided I did need a mechanic and came home for the phone book, my journal and a book to read, then called Friday Motors and headed out. No sense in waking up distressed and wondering what might be wrong with the car—something was obviously not right and I couldn’t continue to drive around with this clanging much less drive back the 1700 miles in worry.

I took the main guy for a test drive in the parking lot and went in to wait, half an hour later his “main technician” as he put it came back from lunch and would have a listen…

I sat there in the warm sun-filled room and realized I was happy for the chance to sit, without computer, internet, TV, etc and I was able to write out the two cards to Dad & Polly and one to Aunt H. If I had not been afforded the time I might have written just non-sequential blather, but here I was able to tell them truths: nothing is resolved, I weep all the time unabashedly, and I am lost and frightened. Maybe I didn’t say that, but it’s implied, if they can read between my lines.

When I was done, I opened the book I’ve owned for a while… in fact I think Mom got it for me for Christmas, but in my haste to leave for The Island in March, I left all my books behind. So, I sat in the sun and began Eat, Pray, Love. She begins by describing when she first spoke to god, or God and how there on the bathroom floor, in tears, how her weeping was suddenly silenced by a voice—her own—telling her simply, “Go to bed Liz.” I related, not in that I have been speaking to god (I have only addressed Nicholas and the universe, which may be the same thing) but that there have been times my crying has stopped suddenly… The term “crying jag” I find appropriate because it does see so—it is jagged, sharp, ragged and can stop abruptly.

Sitting in the sun reading, I could only recall how once back at the hospital in May, Nick said he only wanted to sit under a tree in the sun and read. I had said to him, “Then there is only one thing you must decide.” He looked up at me with those massive rich brown eyes, dying before me, and said “What’s that?”

“What do you want to read?” I asked.

“Comedy.”

∞

When Zippy was done, $97 later and one tiny piece of gravel in my left hand from the right rear caliper, I drove back toward the plaza area and went to a few shops. Here’s the killer—I went into a tiny bookstore I had seen earlier, and one of the books that was eye-level, facing me was On Death and Dying by Kubler Ross. I took a few paces and stopped dead in my tracks as I heard on the radio Handel’s Ombra Mai Fu, the piece I would play over and over and over as I greeted the dawn on our balcony watching the still Mediterranean and I shed tears for Nicholas, who only wanted a tree, sunshine and a book…

Ombra mai fù

di vegetabile,

cara ed amabile,

soave più….

Never has there been a shade

of a plant

more dear and lovely,

or more gentle.

∞

Yesterday, as in my dream I drove the the enchanted circle, only without kidnappings, and Bruce Campbell dying. It is not as enchanted as I remember; it will take much more to enchant me these days, and everything beautiful is only bittersweet now. I came home and changed again (having been forced out of my Capri pants into long pants up at Angel fire where the temperature was easily 25 degrees lower than Taos, although only 35 miles from here. I then made my way to the Nicolai Fechin house, housing the Taos Art Museum. The house alone is worth the price of admission. Cozy, but stark, warm woods, and Fechin’s carvings coarse and primitive but pleasing to the eye.

I came home with a fresh loaf of bread, wine and tomatoes and a nice French goat cheese and prepared dinner and waited till 7 for my dose of sci-fi/soap-opera Flashforward. I had the windows open and so it was this that made me dismiss the following… The first time.

At one point I went into the bathroom and noticed that Nick’s scarf [that I keep by my bedside and inhale deeply when I want to feel near to him] was on the floor by the bed. I picked it up, shook it out lest it got dirty, and replaced it on the table by the bed. Then I closed the windows.

As I was getting ready for bed, I moved around the corner to go back into the bathroom and his scarf was on the floor again. I admit, I stopped in my tracks for a moment, then of course, logic dictated that a draft was caused by my opening the door to toss out crumbs from dinner for my prairie dog friends-- though how you get a draft in an L shaped room, I'm not sure; so I replaced the scarf then went to open and close the door as I would have moments earlier. I paused before rounding the corner, wondering—nay praying—that the scarf wasn’t on the floor—indicating it was no draft that moved it.

The scarf was on the table where I had left it.

There is a tiny bit of paper, with ee cumming’s poem on it that I carry in my pocket—that hadn’t moved though it is lighter than the scarf. My new tarot cards that were given to me as a gift, out of their box, slippery new and slick, they also would have moved under a draft, but none were out of place. None of the photos of Nicholas on the table were moved either.

Only his scarf was moved to the floor.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and tried to reason this out. The human mind—the human mind bound by that which it is taught—bound by the conditioning of the narrow minded cannot fathom the possibility that something other than a draft could move Nick’s scarf. So I sat there, in wonderment, perplexed and hopeful.

I believe all I could say was, “If you’re here, I love you.”

I want to believe.

#widow #grief #death and dying #supernatural #?#love

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ukulelewrites · 7 years

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Hi!!! Thank you so much for opening requests I'm a fan of your works!!! Can I request for a bullet scenario with Jonghyun where you go separately on a trip to Europe but end up travelling together? Kind of like the story line in the MV of Kyuhyun's A Million Pieces but with a happy ending? Thank you so much!!! ❤❤

omg the word fan makes me blush so much bc thank you so much for liking my writings!

a trip to Italy, it was supposed to be a dream vacation

until you found yourself in Sorrento alone

summer sun, crystal clear blue water, endless gelato, what’s not to love?

spending your European vacation alone, that’s what

anyways, Sorrento is quite near to Capri and that area of Italy has this beautiful lagoon with water the color of sapphires

however the boat that was supposed to take you into the lagoon carried 2 people at the minimum

“uh, I d-don’t really have-”

“I’m going with her” someone called from behind you

you turn around to see a guy roughly your age; he seemed to be on vacation alone too

the two of you get on the boat and are being rowed out to the lagoon

“so what’s your name?”

“Y/N, what about yours?”

“Jonghyun”

the two of you are generally quiet the rest of the trip but once you reach the lagoon both of you let out a gasp at the color of the water

“woah, it looks like gatorade”

“are you serious right now, Jonghyun?”

“what it’s true!”

so the both of you are generally relaxed now in each other’s presence and after returning back to shore, he offers to treat you to gelato

“two scoops?”

“two scoops, I promise”

you spent the rest of your days just wandering around the alleyways of Sorrento, going in and out of shops with gelato in hand with an extremely cute guy you only met a couple hours earlier

“well, looks like it’s getting late, I have to get back to my hotel”

Jonghyun looks up to see the sunset

“why don’t we watch the sunset for a bit? I can always just walk you back to your hotel”

so the two of you stood there on the pier, watching the sunset

you naturally leaned your head against his shoulder and he was a blushing mess

after spending a couple days in Sorrento, you broke the news to Jonghyun

“I’m actually heading to Florence tomorrow”

“hh, cool, train or plane?”

“train???”

“I’ll book a ticket tonight”

so the two of you go to Florence together too

you and Jonghyun just wander around the old city, learning about its history, eating all of the delicious foods

the two of you even took a day trip to the Leaning Tower of Pisa and took those tourist pictures together

just lots of days exploring Italy with Jonghyun and sooner or later the friendship between the two of you blossomed into something more

candle-lit dinners with hand holding and shy footsies under the table became normal

sharing a scoop of gelato while walking hand in hand window shopping became normal

sneaking kisses in the morning when the two of you wake up to each other also became normal

but it comes crashing to an end when your vacation, unfortunately, comes to an end

“I have to go back to uni”

Jonghyun only softly smiles at you as the two of you stood in the airport, facing each other before departing on your own separate planes

tbh you’re tearing up, but he’s only smiling at you

“I can’t believe this is goodbye”

“don’t worry, babe, we’ll see each other soon. I promise.”

so the two of you depart after sharing one last kiss

you’re sitting in your seat on the plane, earbuds in

you don’t notice the passenger sitting next to you until they tap your shoulder

you pull out an earbud and turn around to see Jonghyun there with a smile

“I promised, didn’t I?”

#kim jonghyun #kim jonghyun imagines #kim jonghyun scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #pd101 #pd101 jonghyun #pd101 scenarios #pd101 imagines #nuest #nuest w #nu'est jr #jr imagines #jr scenarios

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recipereruns · 5 years

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#TBT Recipe - 'Back to School Lunch From When We Hated Mornings and Loved The Dukes of Hazard'

It is clear looking at this picture that I was not a fan of mornings, my brother loved The Duke Boys and I didn’t have a lunch box. Also, which school nurses missed my scoliosis?

I was entering third grade – actually a combination class of third and fourth graders that made up one of two ‘Challenge Program’ classes. Being with older kids doing harder stuff, I opted to leave behind the metal Strawberry Shortcake and Charlie’s Angels lunch boxes and go with the more understated, yet sophisticated, brown paper sack.

It was only yesterday we spent hours playing ‘Dukes of Hazard’. Brother and his friend would play Bo and Luke riding around the cul-de-sac on their bikes. I, Daisy, walked around inside with empty plates, serving pretend rednecks at the ‘Boars Nest’ while wearing cut-offs and a Slinky pinned to my head.

Yes, you did read correctly, I pinned a Slinky to my head. Did I mention I was SELECTED for the ‘Challenge Program’? I grew up with short, puffy hair because Meth Mom was so busy making meth she didn’t have time to learn to braid so she had it cut ‘real short’. In my make believe, I resorted to using other items as hair; pillow cases, t-shirts, bath towels, mop heads and yes, a mangled, rusted out slinky I found in a ditch by my house.

Alas, if I was going to learn to about high level punctuation, fractions and how to format a fan letter, I’d have to grow up, ditch the cartoon lunchbox and unpin the tetanus weave from my head. Time to brown sack up and learn cursive!

I even upgraded the sandwich in my lunch from a childish peanut butter and honey to the more elevated bagel with cream cheese and ham.

Day one of the ‘Challenge Program’ was no joke. We were given our first task making our desk ‘name plates’. In addition to writing our names, we had to write a country that we always wanted to visit. I started sweating in my nylon knee highs and could feel my hair frizzing.

Looking around some kids started writing their names in CURSIVE!?!? It’s okay, some of these kids are older. But then some of the girls had the most beautiful, bubbly lettered penmanship and my writing looked like it was scrawled by a character in Huckleberry Finn. This has never changed.

Next to my uneven name, I had to write a place outside of the United States that I would like to visit. I wrote Mexico. Not because I necessarily wanted to go there, it’s just because I knew it from ‘The Love Boat’. And I did know to spell it.

The Challenge program was just that. Hard AF. Colon’s, semicolon’s, Greek Mythology, abacuses and my new nemesis, cursive. At some point, a few weeks in, I noticed that other’s still had their novelty lunch boxes boasting Garfield, Snoopy and Hello Kitty. With hours of arduous learning about cells and bones it was a relief to spend some time snacking, chatting and talking about cartoons.

Looking for a work/life balance, I went back to the Charlie’s Angels lunch box. (Strawberry Shortcake would have been way too big of a backslide). I kept the bagel, tho.

Whatever you have in your lunch box is as important as what you’re carrying it in. Though you want to grow up as fast as you can, sometimes you’re just not ready for the paper sack.

Here are some of my old favorite lunches from a sack and a box and items other children were allowed to have and I was not. Welcome back to school!

SCHOOL LUNCHES:

Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwich on a Whole Wheat Roll - I had this for all of first and second grade. It was nice to live in time where schools allowed peanut butter and no peanut segregation.

Plain Bagel, Plain Cream Cheese and Ham - This was before bagels were as big as your face. I ate this sandwich through the sixth grade.

Spaghettio's in the Crappy Thermos - They were always lukewarm, but a good break every now and then.

Capri Sun - EVERYONE got this but ME. EVERYONE. I guess if I would have played sports, I might have. I was too busy running round with a Slinky on my head to play soccer, tho.

Tiny Cans of Pap - Meth Mom thought these were 'too expensive', though we never would have been allowed these for lunch. I just remained jealous of the Shinoda sisters with their rich Japanese family and cute, tiny cans!

Or-E-Fucking-O's - Never once did I have them in my lunch. Not to complain of my two homemade amazing cookies I did get every day, but man, sometimes' a girls just needs some junk.

Chips in Individual Bags - First, we only got chips at parties and church picnics, so I was very envious of kids who munched on individual bags of Cheetos and Doritos. If they would have had the mini-cans of Pringles back the day , I would have probably killed someone.

Straight up Full Size Candy Bar - Whoa. Your mom works a lot, doesn't she?

#recipereruns backtoschool lunchbox dukesofhazard meth thirdgrade nostalgia

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thedarkrose17 · 7 years

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Surprises update is finally here! 🎉

So this was a really really long process with mental health being a dick and what not like last time I updated this was my birthday 😢 (July) but yeah now I can move to update accidental parents:)

As usual you can read the Surprises update on the link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10527915/chapters/27329496

Or under the cut :)

Lance walked into the kitchen, hair a complete mess, dark circles under his eyes in just his shirt and dark blue boxers with stars on them.

“Who are you and what have you done with Lance?” Hunk asked, making the tired boy laugh weakly.

“Still me buddy, just exhausted.” Lance muttered. “I'll fix myself up soon. No worries.” he yawned and cursed. “I need coffee.”

“Just brewed some. Cup’s waiting for you.” Hunk smiled.

Lance was thrilled they'd found one at the Earth store along with the closest and safest thing to coffee beans back on Earth.

Lance grabbed the cup and held onto it almost like his life depended on it.

“Thank you, you're my savior buddy.” Lance muttered, taking a gulp.

“So do I want to know why you look like this?” Hunk asked.

“He's been...Really “in the mood” a lot. It was like throughout the night on off...I'm just one guy...I can't fu-”

“Ookay!” Hunk was bright red. “Nice to know your sex life is very...Very...Active.”

“It's not nice Hunk. It's tiring...It's been happening for weeks at random times.” Lance muttered, taking a drink. “I love him so much but like we both need a break, he looks awful too.”

“Like only reason we stopped was cause he felt nauseous..But one nice thing came from it though.”

“Like?”

“Like before he went to sleep he said he felt something. Kinda at first thought it was gas.” Lance paused, snorting a little. “When he described it to me I knew what it was. Hiccups!”

“Hiccups?” Hunk raised a brow and Lance nodded.

“One of the kitten's had hiccups.” Lance replied with a tired smile. “Keith gave me the softest smile over it. Hunk I love him so much.”

Hunk’s eyes lit up and he smiled.

“Aww~ So he's dealing with hiccups and kicks now?”

Lance nodded,drinking the rest of his coffee.

“On that note I'm gonna go take a bath. Everything's aching.” he muttered, smirking as Hunk pulled a face. “Oh if Keith wakes up keep him company ok? I don’t want him being alone, he’s kinda sensitive right now. Hormones and stuff.”

“Will do.” Hunk said as Lance left.

* * *

After a few minutes Keith came out of Lance’s room, heading into the kitchen with a blanket over his head with Pidge by his side.

“What's with the blanket?” Hunk asked, looking concerned.

“He's channeling his inner druid.” Pidge replied, looking up at Keith as he muttered something to her. “I know...It's just a joke.”

“He just doesn't feel that great.” she spoke up, noticing Hunk pale.

“I'm fine.” Keith stated. “I'm probably hungry. I didn't eat much last night.” he yawned and rubbed his eye with the blanket.

“Somehow I don't believe it's that. So I'm gonna just...” Pidge hoisted herself up on the closest worktop. “...Just in case. You look kinda nauseous.”

Keith huffed and tugged the blanket around himself more.

“So...Where's Lance?”

“Taking a bath. He's...Um...Sore…” Hunk said,coughing awkwardly into his hand.

“O-Oh...He told you.”

Hunk nodded,turning red. “Also said about one of the babies having hiccups...That's pretty cute.”

“Please everyone probably heard you both.” Pidge said with a smirk. Her smirk quickly faded when she noticed the galra teen tear up and bite his lip. Hormones. “No no...Don't...Do that. Everyone else was probably asleep. I was still up...But I couldn't hear anything.”

He tugged the blanket hood over his eyes and Hunk quickly dragged him into a hug, noticing Keith tense as he did.

“…Am I hurting you?” Hunk was beginning to panic until Keith shook his head.

“No...I feel sick.”

Hunk picked him up, quickly placing him on the worktop near Pidge with concern on his face

“Oh God...You're not getting sick right?”

Keith looked confused, placing his hands on his stomach.

“Um....” he paused. “Can you...Get Lance...I don't...Feel so great.”

Hunk nodded, practically rushing off.

* * *

Keith glanced at Pidge and sighed.

“I'm...Sure it's nothing bad.” she said, biting her lip.

“Getting sick isn't good is it?”

“Not always but there's sicknesses that won't harm them. If that's what you're worried about.”

Keith sighed and rested a hand against his face.

“...They're kicking now...Or one is. Hard.” he winced slightly, leaning against Pidge.

“Just breathe. Lance will be here.” she jumped off the worktop.

“I...I need to get down. I feel like I'm gonna throw up.”

Pidge rushed over, grabbing his hand and helping him get down. She quickly lead him to the closest bathroom.

He made his way in and she waited for him outside of the door.

* * *

Hunk didn't knock before entering. Lance screamed, sliding further into the water before noticing who it was.

“Quiznak...Hunk buddy...I love you but...Knock please.” he sat up and sighed. “Scared me.”

“Sorry...Sorry it's just...Keith.”

Lance raised a brow.

“What about him?”

“...He wants you.” he paused as Lance’s face change. “Not that want. I mean he looks sick, I think he's scared. And honestly it's weird seeing him like that.”

Lance looked concerned, quickly standing up which caused Hunk to groan and shield his eyes.

“Dude!”

Lance quickly stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Ok...You're gonna have to carry me. I don't have time to dry off. I'll slip if you don't.” Lance said.

Hunk picked him up and rushed out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen.

* * *

Hunk rushed into the kitchen,placing Lance down when he stopped. Keith was leaning against the worktop and was drinking a glass of water slowly and Pidge was a distance away, pacing.

Lance headed over to Keith, looking concerned as he did.

“Are you okay? Hunk said-”

“He threw up. A lot.” Pidge interrupted. “I think maybe you should have Coran check him over.”

“He's sick huh?” Hunk glanced over at Keith.

Lance looked worried,checking him over.

“What's wrong?” Lance muttered, voice shaking. “Tell me.”

“Um I feel sick...Cramps and I think I'm burning up.”

Keith looked at Lance and his heart broke, Lance was almost crying as he was looking Keith over.

“I think you have a fever.” Lance muttered.

“Just go take him to Coran. Make sure whatever is wrong won’t affect the babies.” Pidge said.

Lance looked stressed, picking Keith up and kissing his head. Keith didn't complain, resting his head against Lance's shoulder.

“Ok...I'm gonna...Go take you to see him.”

“...I'm fine.” Keith muttered, yawning.

“You're not.” Lance replied before looking at Hunk.

“Hey...Um...If you see Allura can you tell her I'm not training today.” Lance muttered, looking worried.

“Yeah sure thing. Don't worry about it. Just focus on Keith ok?” Hunk replied, panic etched on his face.

* * *

They’d found Coran rather quickly. Lance still wasn’t wearing anything but a towel but he didn’t care at this point.

He was almost in tears as he held Keith close who was dozing off against his shoulder.His head feeling hot against Lance.

“Lance, my boy what’s-”

“K-Keith.” Lance muttered. “S-Something’s wrong with him.”

Coran quickly guided them to the medical bay.

“Whatever is wrong with him, I can promise you I’ll try my best to fix this.” the Altean man said.

Lance sniffed and Coran looked over at him.

“Come here.” he muttered, voice soft as he gestured Lance closer.

When Lance was close enough, Coran put an arm around him, giving him a gentle side cuddle. The teenager actually sobbed at that point.

“I bet it's nothing too bad. Getting sick in this situation is extremely easy.” Coran said, rubbing Lance’s back. “Dry your eyes. It'll worry him seeing you like this.”

Keith began to stir as they entered the medical bay, groaning as he did.

Lance lied him on the closest bed, wiping at his own eyes moments later as Coran headed over.

“So what are you feeling like?” Coran asked, heading to a machine and setting it up.

“Feel sick...Threw up a lot...My stomach is crampy and I feel...Like I'm burning up.” Keith said, still groggy from his nap.

“And how long have you felt like that Keith?”

“Since I woke up. I thought it'd go away on its own or it was morning sickness.”

“Why didn't you tell someone?” Lance asked, looking concerned.

“I told Pidge about not feeling great. I didn't think it was that bad.” he paused and bit his lip. “I didn't think anything of it.”

Coran set the machine up and Keith closed his eyes as a large long scanner passed over him. He stayed tensed up until Lance told him it was over.

The duo watched Coran look over the results, both looking stressed as he did.

“It's what you Earthlings would call a “stomach bug” completely harmless to the offspring normally. Anything changes just come back ok?” Coran said smiling at the boys.

The pair looked relieved, Lance grabbing Keith’s hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. He was smiling until he noticed something dripping onto Keith’s hands.

“Keith?” he looked up at the teenager, surprised when the noticed the boy was crying. “Kei no don't cry, it's okay I promise.”

Lance gently rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion against Keith’s hands.

“R-Relieved...I'm relieved.” Keith hiccuped.

“You're probably drained too Keith.. “ Coran said. “You should try to rest as much as possible today until you feel better. Keep hydrated too.”

Keith nodded, slowly moving one hand from Lance’s to rub at his eyes.

Lance slowly picked Keith up, holding him close. Lance had regained some of his colour back and but looked tired.

“You should rest too my boy.” Coran sighed,looking concerned.

“I will. I just need to sort him out first.”

Coran nodded, handing him a white strip.

“What's-”

“It'll keep him cool when you put it on him.”

Lance smiled.

“Thanks Coran.”

* * *

Allura and Shiro had found the boys on one of the couches. Lance was knitting and Keith was curled up on his side with a cooling strip on his head,currently drinking a “space capri sun” as Lance called them.

Keith’s arms was bare but a blanket covered the rest of his body up.

Keith seemed to retreat under it after resting his drink against Lance. His head was the only thing visible. He smiled weakly at Shiro, purring and then groaning when the older man ruffled up his hair, making it messy and fluffy.

“Hey...How are you feeling kiddo?” Shiro asked,pushing some of Keith’s hair back off his face.

“I'm not a kid.” he huffed.

“He's just drained and not feeling too great. Coran said it's a stomach bug. Harmless to the kittens which is good. Really good actually.” Lance said, glancing down at Keith.

Keith yawned and slowly sat up, the blanket falling off his bare chest.

“Kittens are fine.” he muttered, earning a smile from Lance. “Maybe they know I'm not great. Kicks are more gentler I guess.”

“You normally don't like the kitten deal. You really must be drained if you're saying it.” Lance said, watching Keith attempt to get up. “You're supposed to be resting Keith.”

“I drank too much.”he said bluntly. “So...Um...Yeah.”

Lance nodded.

Shiro helped the galra teen up, picking him up and carrying him off to the bathroom. Keith didn't complain, too drained to do so.

Allura sighed and sat with Lance.

“So he's ok?”

“He will be.” Lance replied, putting down his knitting. As he did so he noticed the mice scurry up to Allura’s lap. He smiled and gently scratched behind Platt’s ears.

Platt seemed to melt at the touch, making Lance smile.

“And how's my favourite princess?” Lance asked, looking up at Allura. “You're practically glowing.

“So far so good. Altean pregnancies can be a little different at times compared to other races.” she paused and pulled a face. “I'm told it'll probably become more bothersome in later months. Shiro has been amazing throughout though.”

“You're only at four right?”

She nodded.

“Keith’s not far from five months now. It's been a nightmare for months for him.” Lance sighed. “I feel bad for him.”

Allura sighed and agreed.

“Me too. All we can do really is support him the best we can.”

Lance nodded, glancing back to his knitting.

“What are doing?” she asked making him look back at her.

“I'm making him a sweater. He gets cold a lot so I thought he'd like this. I'm making it bigger so he can use it until due date.”

“Its...Purple? Why purple?” Allura was looking at the purple yarn.

“Red and blue make purple. Plus I might be wanting to put his favourite animal on it.” Lance smiled. “I can make you one too if you want.”

Allura smiled, kissing his head in an almost motherly fashion.

“I'd like that if it's okay.” she smiled wider until she noticed Lance’s expression had changed.

“Oh dear. Did I do something wrong?”

He tensed and spoke up.

“It's just...My mom...Used to...Do that...Kiss my head...Like that.” he bit his lip, feeling his eyes being to burn with hot tears. “She'd...H-Hold me...A-And.” he squeezed his eyes shut, tears dribbling down his cheeks at a rapid pace.

Allura looked sorry for him, quickly dragging him close and wrapping her arms around him. At that point he gripped onto her dress, trembling as tears soaked the fabric.

“S-Sorry I-I feel bad because...Like after what happened with- B-But...I-I just...Really miss...Her.”

* * *

Shiro and Keith returned after a few minutes, the pair noticing two things. Lance hunched against Allura, head against her chest and Allura gently rubbing his back.

Lance was gripping at some of the fabric a slight gap away from under her chest but it was a weak grip. On closer inspection they realised he was asleep, eyes puffy and red.

“What happened?” Shiro asked, surprised when Allura shushed him.

“Quiet...He's asleep.”she muttered as she gently ran a hand through his hair. “He was very upset.”

Keith carefully climbed from Shiro’s arms ,blanket peeling off him as he did revealing just red boxers.

Allura blushed, looking down at Lance.

“Why was he crying?” Keith asked, once he successfully planted both feet on the ground, the action made him feel more nauseous than he already was in his sick state.

Shiro sighed and quickly wrapped the blanket around him and lead him to the couch.

“He's missing his mother. I accidentally did something that reminded him of her. I didn't mean to make him cry.” Allura said.

Keith sighed and climbed onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Lance the best he could. He winced when the bump kicked hard.

“...You'll wake him up doing that.” Keith muttered and winced as he received another hard kick.

Lance woke up,looking up at Allura before glancing back at Keith.

“Mm hey beautiful.” he muttered to Keith making him blush.

“Knock it off.” Keith huffed, smiling as he did so.

* * *

The next day Keith felt better.

He snuggled against Lance’s side on the couch, purring when Lance gently ran his fingers through his raven hair.

Lance laughed causing Keith to look up at him.

“Sorry it's just cute and it kinda tickles.” Lance snorted, returning to running his fingers through Keith’s hair.

The purring started up again just as Lance started. Keith leaning against Lance, bump against his stomach looking content, Lance smiled as he felt the bump kick him.

“How's my samurai?” he asked, putting an arm around Keith.

“Better, just tired.”

Lance kissed his head making Keith smile wide.

“Good I'd rather have you tired than sick.”

He paused for a second, glancing at Keith.

“How's the kittens?”

“They're fine.” Keith said,getting up. “I've got stomach ache.”he elaborated when he saw Lance's expression change to concern. “We're fine...Just hungry. Relax.”

His eyes widened as Lance quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist.

“Lance.”

Lance grinned and rested his head against Keith’s ass.

“You're so...Thicc~” he said in a singsong like tone.

“I'm what?” Keith attempted to glance back, raising a brow, looking confused as he did.

“He means, you've got big thighs and a big ass.” Pidge spoke up from the other couch, on her laptop. “I wish I didn't have to say that.”

Hunk chuckled next to her, looking at the pair. Noticing Keith turn scarlet.

“Um i-is that a good or bad thing?” Keith asked.

“Good.” Hunk spoke up, smirking. “His head is literally on your butt right now, he's cuddling your waist too.”

“It's squishy~ Don't judge.” Lance muttered.

“....Thanks?” Keith replied.

Lance grinned and slowly pulled away.

“As much as I love you...Maybe it's not wise being near the “danger zone” too long.”

Hunk snorted and covered his mouth.

Keith shook his head and turned to face Lance, kneeling down the best he could.

“Kei what are you-”

Keith grabbed his hands, smiling as he did. Looking into his eyes moments later.

“I love you….Lancey Lance.” he said with the softest expression.

Lance returned the blushed and flashed him a soft smile, chuckling and resting a hand on Keith’s jaw. Some raven hair tickling Lance’s hand.

“Aww~ I love you too Kei.” he continued to smile. “That was too cute.” Lance kissed him, hearing Hunk go “aww.” as he did and Pidge mutter a “cute.”

“Lance?”

“Yeah?”

“I um....I have a problem.” Keith muttered.

“Oh...What is it? I won't judge. You're pregnant after all.”

“I um....Can't get up.” he muttered, falling back on his ass with a slight thud.

Lance nodded, unhooking their hands and getting up.

“Come here space cat.” he muttered, wrapping his arms around Keith and lifting him up and resting him against his hip.

“I'm not even in my Galra form.” he huffed, wrapping his arms around Lance’s neck.

“Are you ok?” Hunk asked, causing Keith to look over.

“I’m fine. Don't worry about it.” he smiled at Hunk who seemed to relax as he did.

“Gimme a heads up if you've got gas ok?...Cause like my arm is directly under your ass.” Lance said, making sure Keith was secure. He snorted when he notice Keith turn scarlet.

Hunk laughed, quickly covering his mouth.

“Father of your children Keith. Even if he's a memelord you can't deny he treats you right.” Pidge said with a smile. “Even if he says the wrong things at times.”

Keith made a noise of agreement, leaning more against Lance. His stomach loudly growling as he did.

“I think that's Air Lance’s cue to take off huh?” Lance muttered, giving Keith a kiss before heading off to the kitchen with him.

“They're adorable huh?” Hunk muttered. “I'm happy for them. He makes Lance really happy, I mean he's still insecure but I think somehow Keith helps him a little with that.”

“Even if Keith doesn't realise it. They both make each other happy.” Pidge replied. “I must admit it's cute. When it's not walking in on them sucking faces.”

Hunk blushed.

“That's nothing. I'd rather walk in on that.”

Pidge’s eyes left her laptop and she quickly looked up at Hunk.

“You didn't walk in in them hav-”

“Nah like an hour after it. Still awkward though….I said congratulations to Lance about it.” he placed his head in his hands and groaned. “Who says that?”

Pidge snorted and tried to stop herself laughing.

“You apparently.”

* * *

“I want fries and a cheeseburger.” Keith said, sat on the worktop as Lance looked for some food for him. “I'm really craving it.”

“That's one of the most normal things you've craved...It's a small list.” Lance muttered with a smirk.

“With pineapple and food goo.” Keith added. “Oh chocolate spread too.”

Lance grimaced.

“I take it back.” he sighed. “Keith...We're in space...I can't get you fast food. Sorry baby.”

Lance ruffled Keith’s hair as he began to pout.

“I hate this fucking ship.” he huffed making Lance snort and grab his face, which in turn pushed his cheeks up a little.

“Will you stop being grumpy if I ask Hunk to make you something?” Lance asked.

“I'm not grumpy.”

“It won't be what you want though.” Lance winced as he looked at Keith. He looked like he was moments from crying.

“Hey no no...Don't do that.” he planted a few kisses on Keith’s face before picking him back up and heading back to Hunk.

* * *

They'd managed to compromise with Keith with just fries. Space fries as Lance called them.

They was from something that they found on a nearby planet that looked like a weird combination of a sweet potato and butternut squash.

Keith seemed happy enough with it, dunking each one into a bowl of food goo before eating.

Afterwards he'd taken a nap on one of the couches,curled up across Shiro’s lap.

Minus Lance he was the most relaxed around Shiro mostly due to the fact he saw Shiro as like a big brother and felt the most comfortable around him.

Allura was next to Shiro gently running a hand through Keith’s hair.

She listened as Lance and Pidge talked about their favourite video games on the other couch.

“Like there's a whole book about it.” Pidge whispered . “The lore is huge.”

“Seriously?!” Lance whispered, loudly. “I couldn't afford it. Do you remember any of it?”

Pidge offered him a cat like smirk.

“You bet I do.”

Lance cheered loudly, hugging Pidge tight. He winced when Keith opened his eyes and glared at him.

“Oh quiznak…” he offered Keith a sheepish smile. “Sorry Kei...Didn't mean to wake you.”

Keith huffed and made himself comfortable again, closing his eyes and drifting off again moments later.

* * *

Keith woke up to two things. Pidge talking about some “lore” of something, Lance expressing his excitement with said lore and the smell of popcorn.

He blinked and pushed himself up off Shiro’s lap. Surprised he'd actually stayed there until he looked up and realised Shiro was asleep, Allura too.

The duo slumped slightly together which made Keith smile slightly.

“Hey sleepy head. You sleep well?” Lance asked,pausing the lore talk with Pidge.

Keith nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Why can I smell popcorn?” he asked with a yawn.

Lance smiled and headed over to him, kneeling down and kissing his cheek.

“Well we found some at the space mall.. Hunk just made some but it-”

Keith’s eyes lit up and he pushed himself up, attempting to head to the kitchen.

Lance grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Hey. It's for movie night Kei. You ca-”

He was interrupted by a loud growl, the pairs eyes widening at the sound.

“Was that your stomach?” Lance asked, raising a brow. He smirked when Keith sheepishly nodded.

“So um...Stealing some snacks...Does that sound good to you?” Lance muttered, smiling when Keith nodded.

#darkrose17writes #Its mpreg as well as a pregnancy one soo yeah #I frequently wrote this when I either wanted to die and felt exhausted #or like when I was out of it or exhausted #No in between pretty much #I just hope it's okay cause I got excited to post it and didn't read over XD

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