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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Write that Rooster fic, I dare you.

Masterlist because there are three parts to this now

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If this is not it....I apologize.

Warnings: Reader is afraid of flying; mostly fluff; no physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Not beta-read. Based on this post.

And now with a sequel.

"We are now boarding any members of our military. We welcome you aboard and we thank you for your service."

Bradley shifts his bag on his shoulder, scanning his boarding pass and giving the attendant a smile and a nod. He walks down the winding walkway to board. His seat is nearly at the back of the plane—row 27, a middle seat. He'd prefer the window or the aisle—the middle is going to suck. He settles in, waiting patiently as the others board.

A few minutes later, he hears a thud in the overhead bin. He glances up to see a nervous looking young woman pushing her bag even deeper into the compartment before she lowers her hands, straightening her shirt where it's risen while lifting the bag.

She raises a hand, manages an, "Uh," as she points to the window seat beside him.

Rooster nods and stands obligingly, sliding out of the seat to let her in. She mumbles her thanks, scooting past him as quickly as possible and shoving a small backpack under the seat in front of her. Before he can even sit back down, she's buckling up and tightening her seatbelt. His brows raise a touch, but he says nothing. Maybe she just likes to be prepared, or doesn't want to scramble for it while they're taxiing.

He settles down, slouching back in his seat a little and reaching out, beginning to swipe through the tv menu. Out of his periphery, he can see her doing the same, though her hand is…shaking.

Bradley casts her a sidelong glance, brow furrowing a touch. He watches her tap on Live TV, then HGTV. Then her still-trembling fingers lower to her thighs, her palms scrubbing across the denim of her jeans as she turns to look out of the window. It's grey outside; the glass is streaked with rain. He spots her rubbing her thighs again, hears her draw a deep breath in through her nose before she pushes it out between her lips. Bradley turns back to his own screen, set on finding something to watch—and then her leg starts bouncing beside his.

He can't help but ask: "…First time flying?"

"Hm?"

Glancing over, he finds her looking distractedly out of the window again. She glances back toward him, then answers, "Oh! No. No, not first time, but um…I mean kinda! First time in a long time."

Bradley hums sympathetically, glancing up as an air host comes by with headphones. He holds his fingers up for two, thanking them before holding a pack out to the woman beside him.

"Here."

"What?" She turns to look at him finally, and spots the packet. "Oh! Thank you, I didn't hear them, uh…Yeah. Thanks."

"Sure."

He leans back in his seat, glancing down the aisle. The plane is nearly completely full. It won't be long now.

"Oh…Fuck," He hears. He glances around to the window and finds that the slight drizzle of rain has turned into a full-on downpour. The woman grasps the headphones tightly, the plastic crinkling beneath her hands.

Bradley has two options. He can plug his headphones in and let her deal with this in her own way. Or—

"…It'll be okay," He offers.

"No, sure...Probably, just…That's a lot of rain."

"Once we get out above the clouds, it'll be more chill."

The woman glances at him nervously. "It's not the being up there that worries me so much as the…Getting up there."

He nods a little. He could sugarcoat it. Or—

"It's gonna be a little bumpy," He agrees, "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes, some turbulence. And then," He raises his hand, simulating a flat line. "Smooth sailing."

She gives him a flighty little smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes. It's the longest that she's held his gaze. It gives him a chance to see how tired she seems—there are heavy bags under her bloodshot eyes.

"Do you fly a lot?" She asks. He chuckles, nodding.

"Oh, yeah," He admits. Her brow furrows.

"Wait, you were—You boarded when they said any military, right?"

"Yep."

"Air force?"

"Navy," He corrects. She mouths the word, nodding. She seems set the say something else, but the jolt of the plane going backward makes her eyes widen, her hands flying down the grasp the arm rests. Bradley watches her little packet of headphones fall to the floor, out of sight.

"It's alright," He offers, "We're just taxiing."

She swallows thickly, nodding.

"I always just—This is gonna sound so silly," She warns, "But I hydroplaned in my car once and I'm just imagining the plane…Spinning."

Bradley smiles a bit, unable to help it.

"That is a little silly," He admits, "But I can see what you mean. Especially with how wet it is out there."

It's the wrong thing to say. He hears the slight creak of the armrests as her grip tightens. His brow furrows a touch as her eyes dart between the window, and the screen on the back of the seat in front of her.

"If you don't mind my asking," He hedges, "Why did you pick a window seat?"

"It was the only seat available," She mumbles. Bradley hums sympathetically. He'd offer to switch with her, but it's too late for that. He glances away up as the safety announcements begin. He only half-watches. The other half of his focus is on her, and the way she gives the announcements her full attention. He can feel the plane picking up speed; he can hear her breathing becoming tighter, and shorter.

Bradley has two options. He can let her ride this out, cope alone, and plug in his headphones. Or—

Bradley gently lowers his hand beside hers, palm open, his thumb brushing her pinky. Her gaze drops to his hand, then darts up to his face.

"There if you need it," He offers with a soft smile. She pushes out a relieved breath, sliding her hand from the rest, into his. Her palm is clammy, and their fingers don't fit right the first time. He maneuvers them so that their hands are interlocked, pressed tightly together as they round to take off.

"Squeeze it if you need to," He urges over the popping of their ears, and the increased roar of the engine. She nods hurriedly, and he watches her eyes slam shut, her face screwing up as they begin to lift off of the ground.

He'll never get tired of it—the swooping feeling of lifting off, like you've left your stomach back on the ground; the force of the engines, and the brief near-feeling of weightlessness as your altitude climbs. It's freeing.

But the way she grasps his hand is grounding him again. He turns to look at her, and finds her eyes still closed. That may be for the best. Looking outside, he finds them completely surrounded by grey clouds. Beyond the wing looks like a simulation—like a video game that hasn't rendered yet. He gives her hand an encouraging squeeze in turn. He grimaces as she sucks in a tight breath when the plane wobbles, hitting a pocket of turbulence.

"It's alright," He soothes, even as her expression pinches further. "Few more minutes. It's gonna be fine."

"You promise?" She mumbles, peeking one eye open at him. He lifts his other hand, raising two fingers.

"Scout's honor," He says with all seriousness. She cracks a small smile, looses a shaky little laugh that puts him at ease.

"I'm Bradley," He offers, trying to keep her mind off of the plane giving another shake. She swallows thickly, gives his hand a thankful squeeze, and tells him her name. He grins, repeating it before he tacks on, "Nice to meet you."

"See? This isn't so bad."

She grunts in response, but she doesn't seem convinced. Her hand is still holding to his, though they're out in clear air. There's a line of pristine blue cutting over the layer of clouds.

"The wing is wiggling," She mutters.

"What?" He laughs.

"The wing is wiggling!" She points with her free hand at the slightly shaking piece. "Should it be doing that?"

"It's only wiggling a little."

"But should it be wiggling at all?"

"Look, if it does that at 575 miles per hour at 35,000 feet, about six miles off of the ground, I'm glad it only wiggles a little."

Bradley reaches around with his free hand and tugs down the window cover. She turns to him, eyes bright with indigence as he grins. He raises to package of headphones to his teeth, ripping them open and drawing out the wires. It's only then that she seems to realize that she's lost hers. She frowns, looking around, and is just as confused as Bradley plugs the jack into her screen.

"Take the left one," He urges. She does, watching him draw the wire wide and raise the right headphone to his ear.

"So," He leans in, "What are we watchin'?"

He's never seen so much House Hunters in his life, but he doesn't mind. All of the episodes are focused on Veterans. It's encouraging, seeing his fellow service men and women retire safely, and happily.

"We can watch something else," She offers for the fifth time. Bradley glances down at where she's resting her head on his shoulder, smiling a little.

"Nah, s'alright," He shakes his head. "Gives me a chance to plan for the future."

"Mm…What do you and your partner want in your future home?" She asks. His brows raise.

"Who says I have anyone?" He plies.

"I dunno. You seem pretty sweet. It'd be nuts for you not to be snapped up." Her admission makes him prickle with flattery, his smile widening.

"Then again," She goes on, "You haven't shrugged me off, so you're either a genuinely nice guy, or you're a dick." She tips her head up to look at him, and they both go still and quiet as their noses brush together. His eyes wander her face, tracing the line of her nose, lingering on her lips as she adds:

"…I'm really hoping you're not a dick," She admits quietly, gaze darting between his eyes and lips, "Be kind of a shame for a dick to have such pretty eyes."

His lips twitch with a smile.

"Hell," He murmurs, "I can't let you down now."

Her smile widens before she repositions her head on his shoulder, eyeing the screen again.

"So?" She presses.

"I don't have anyone," He answers. She grunts, and nods.

"Do you?" He adds.

"Nope."

"Mm."

"Hm?"

"Nothin'. Just. Mm."

She gives a mimicking hum before she snuggles closer. He lowers his head to rest atop hers. His gaze darts toward the closed window. A little part of him is dying to look outside, but…

He glances down, eyeing her head, and their still-clasped hands. He hones in on the warmth of her body, the smell of her perfume, and her sleepy murmur of, "I think they're gonna pick the ranch style," And he smiles.

"Not the craftsman?" He asks.

"Pfffft. Heck no. That's way out of their price range."

"Yeah, but it has a pool."

"Pool-schmool. No way is she gonna go for that one."

As the screen flashes to the chosen house--the ranch style, he mutters, "Well, I'll be damned."

"Stick with me, Bradshaw," She yawns widely. "You'll get the hang of it."

Next part

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adultswim2021 · 14 days

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #89: “Rabbot Redux” | February 8, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E02

Happy Space Ghost day, everyone! 30 dang years with our great guy. Wow! Seems like as good a day as any to start this shit up again. To the small-yet-still-dwindling number of people who read my shit: Hi! Real life is having it’s way with me right now, so please know I’m instituting a hard-and-fast “will update when I feel like it” rule to this thing for the right-now. So, please don't expect this to be a nightly blog. It'll be more like a "nighty" blog, as in "nighty-night", because it will be angelically and perfectly asleep most of the time. Thank you.

It’s Rabbot Redux: a fairly unnecessary explanation for what happened directly after the events of the live-action episode. It turns out the Aqua Teens drove their moving van two doors down, to the other house next to Carl’s. Not a lot happens; Neil unpacks while Rick and Vivian fight over which room is theirs. Shake immediately claims the bathroom, not realizing it’s a bathroom. Meatwad gets a luxurious room with a salad bar and a harem.

Eventually Rabbot (from before) shows up with a housewarming gift. He then crushes the Aqua Teens’ house, forcing them to go back to the old house. Schooly D shows up and sings a new theme song (which is also used over the opening sequence). This one calls back a lot of stuff from Rabbot, like Carl working out of the home, and “dancing is forbidden”.

This one isn’t especially groundbreaking, and it’s a little puzzling that they felt the need to write themselves out of that "hole". Normally they’d just ignore stuff like that and relish the show's lack of continuity. Not only did they air an episode between the two episodes (a Christmas special), but they also put it on DVD with multiple episodes between this and the Live-Action episode; I’m guessing in some production order or something. It's striking how little these guys care, sometimes. It's weird to see them dutifully tie up a thread.

This one is fairly funny, though. There’s nothing egregiously bad in it. The biggest smile I did was the part when Shake started berating Frylock about sucking his stuff. Shake is a nasty guy who says rude stuff :)

EPHEMERA CORNER

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FOX on Adult Swim bump (January 11, 2010)

Hey, here's something fun and--what luck! I am telling you about it: At this time, Adult Swim was airing episodes of Family Guy shortly after they premiered on Fox, and they had a significant viewership on both channels. In the episode "Big Man on Hippocampus", they aired a fake Adult Swim bumper (intended to mess with Fox watchers) as they went to commercial, making a joke about confusing their viewers into which network they were watching. When the episode aired on Adult Swim, they followed it up with a Fox-style promo instead of their normal bumper. Fun fact: I once spoke to somebody who was writing on an Adult Swim show and they entertained the idea of doing a fake Adult Swim bumper, and asked me if any other shows had done that. I told them "even Family Guy has" because I happened to catch this bit. Took the wind out of those sails.

MAIL BAG

oh wow she's straight-up married to the mindless self indulgence guy. woof

LOL

Hello Mister Swim! What if I called you Mister Swim all the time, like you were Mr. Moviefone? Would that be a treat?

Yeah, it would be a nice treat. Thank you for being so nice to me.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #aqua teen hunger force #Youtube

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sarah-sandwich-writes · 9 months

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Find the Vibe Tag Game!

My vibe was "Go ahead, make me," and I was tagged by @xansmenagerie a small eternity ago. I don't know why it won't let me tag you but if you see this thanks!! This is from Blue like don't forget about me and I just wrote it last night so kindly look away from all the typos I can't see yet.

Teddy scrubs his hands against his thighs, then stuffs them in his armpits as his breath fogs in front of him. The moon is a faint crescent and the stars are washed out by the city lights but the wind is strong here on the pier and that’s all that matters tonight.

“That one.” He jerks his chin at a large rock sucked deep into the mud. “As far as you can.”

“I can’t pick that up.”

“Try.”

Nash turns to face him with flashing eyes and teeth bared. “When are y’all gonna tire on givin’ me orders. I am goddamn sick—,”

“That’s perfect. Hang onto that and throw the fucking rock.”

“Go to hell.”

“Excellent. Now, the rock.”

“How ‘bout I throw you instead?”

Teddy ticks his head. He’s not a great swimmer but he could probably—

“Lord, I ain’t throwin’ you out there. Quit with that look.”

Teddy shrugs. “Whatever, man. It’s your choice: me or the rock.”

“Oh do I get choices now?”

“Just this once.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The fire in Nash’s expression wavers and then snuffs out. Gone. Like smoke. Instead of embracing his anger and venting it like Teddy wanted, Nash folds his arms atop the railing and shifts his weight to his good hip. The river crashes against the legs of the pier and slops up near their feet.

“When’s this gonna be over, Ted? I’m tired. I wanna go—,” He bites down on the end of his sentence and drops his chin atop his arms. He sighs. “Never mind.”

Teddy steps up onto the lower rung of the railing and peers down at the dark rush of water below. “It ends when we end it. There’s no other way around it. You know that.”

“Yeah.” He burrows deeper into the knit sweater he “borrowed” from the apartment. “I know.”

Teddy plays with his bracers. They feel natural on his wrists now. He never takes them off except to shower. He feels oddly light without them.

Tink tink tink— he builds up a charge and feels the energy build inside of him. He channels it, corrals it down into his hand and then into his finger until it’s a hot throbbing ball at the very end of his pointer finger. He points it at a buoy in the distance and says, “Pew.”

It disrupts the air with a warble as it launches from his finger in a brilliant burst of blue and then smacks into the water just to the left of the buoy.

“Someone is going to see.”

“Let ‘em.” Tink ,tink, tink. “Why should I hide?”

“Because you’re a criminal? Because powerful people out there want you dead?”

Teddy hums and fires his second shot. Too high, it sails over the top and hits the water with a splash. “I’m a powerful person.”

In silence, he readies his third shot, fires, and curses as it goes wide yet again.

Nash sighs. Then the wind whips around them, stronger and stronger until there’s a wet sucking sound and the rock rips up out of the sand, turns end over end, then rockets into the buoy—a direct hit.

“Asshole.” He steps down off the railing. Ting, ting ting. “Lucky shot.” He readies another energy blast, fires, and is finally rewarded with a sparking collision.

“I’ll show you luck.” Another rock rips up out of the surf and tumbles oblong and awkward through the air, but it hits the buoy dead on.

“Three times or it doesn’t count.”

They abuse the buoy until they’re both sagging under the strain and then a little longer after that. Nash manages to sling a rock in front of Teddy’s blast and it explodes in a firework of blue light that throws Nash’s victorious whooping into sharp relief and Teddy realizes that they’re all liars. Everyone who ever said time heals all things lied because he’s just as in love as he was six years ago. Maybe more.

Tagging: @sithbelle @harlstark @harleyification @keenerkey @sender-paulson aaaaandd everyone on blue's taglist! @wildswrites @themundanemudperson @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @theirtheretheyre @plonccc @thedumbestavenger @yors-truly @thephoenixandthecrocodile @cljordan-imperium @writeblrvotes

Your vibe is, "Who did this."

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vikingmagic33 · 2 years

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I’ve heard from a lot of survivors that this fic helped them. Love to you all.

Here is Gwyn’s rant from When Do I Get To Be Ready, without the smut for people who don’t want that for their own reasons.

Full NSFW on AO3.

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‘Are you done with The Pirate Lord?’ Gwyn bounced into the living room at the House of Wind, where Emerie and Nesta were already lounging and reading after an early dinner.

‘Is anyone ever really done with a pirate lord, Gwyn?’ Nesta reclined across the loveseat in impressively dramatic fashion. Her wrist rested lightly across her brow, in full swoon.

‘Does Cass let you call him matey?’ Emerie chortled from the couch. ‘With those wings, I bet you could sail him like a real pirate ship. Just make sure to hold tight to the rudder.’ The stunning Illyrian mimed steering a massive boat.

‘Hold tight with what exactly?’ Nesta looked positively feral and both females laughed.

‘I meant THE BOOK, you two hilarious perverts.’ Gwyn chided, but she couldn’t help a small smile. She really did love her friends. The priestess draped herself across the closest armchair. ‘Can I read it next?’

‘Oh. Sure.’ Nesta went quiet for a moment and Gwyn couldn’t tell whether she was trying to phrase something carefully or bite her tongue. ‘But I’m not sure you’re going to like it.’

‘Why wouldn’t I like it?’

‘It’s just a bit… dark.’

‘I don’t understand.’ Gwyn looked between her two friends and noticed Emerie nodding sagely at Nesta’s words. ‘Haven’t you been raving about this book all week?’

‘Well, yeah. I liked it.’ There was something about the way she stressed the word I that set Gwyn’s teeth on edge. Nesta was coddling her. She rose from the chair, crossed to a pile of books on the coffee table, picked up the first book she found, and started thumbing through it to calm herself.

‘Wasn’t Em the one who suggested it to you?’ Gwyn thought her voice sounded calm, but her friends knew her too well. They both females stilled, preparing for the storm. Gwyn was usually very patient and kind, charming even, if a bit irreverent, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a temper. When Gwyn got angry, something usually broke.

‘Ah. Yeah.’

‘So. Em liked it.’ Gwyn looked to her friend for confirmation. Em had moved to hover by the bookshelf, trying not to look directly at Gwyn. She did manage to respond though.

‘Yes. I liked it.’ Both friends were nodding at her. Gwyn anticipated what was coming, but she needed them to say it. To say it, so she could finally rage.

‘But you both seem nervous that I won’t like it.’ Gwyn clarified. ‘Is there a violence? Cause you’re right. I don’t want to read that.’ She doubted either of them wanted to read that. That wasn’t it. Just say it.

‘Oh no. It is all consensual, just a bit rough.’

Rough. Poor Gwyn can’t like rough. Poor Gwyn can’t want rough.

‘You’re just like the rest of them.’ Gwyn snarled and started to pace. Her throat was closing with the rage trying to escape. When she spoke again she had a shaking finger pointed at the Library beneath their feet. Her voice was a shout, but it came out in a whisper because her body couldn’t give it any air. ‘Every person in this place wants me to know that it’s okay to never want to have sex again. That it’s okay and normal to be terrified of males. That it’s okay to not want to be touched. That it’s okay to expect other people to be careful every time they get close to me. To need them to treat me differently. To never touch me.’

Gwyn’s voice cracked. She sucked in the sob fighting to get free and her voice got even quieter with the effort.

‘Not one person in there has ever told me it’s okay to want to have sex. That it’s okay to actually have needs and desires and to want those needs met. That it’s okay and normal to need to be hugged and held close. That it’s normal to need softness and intimacy.’

Nesta opened her mouth to speak, but Gwyn silenced her with a harsh hand and an icy glare. This was her moment and nobody else got to speak.

‘That it’s okay to want to chase those horrible memories with something good. That it’s okay to want to pile positive, beautiful, sexy experiences on top of the hate and the blood until it’s nothing but ash and the powdered bone of dead memories.’

Emerie moved toward Gwyn, who halted her with a violent shake of her head. Nobody got to comfort or soothe this away. Not until Gwyn had said her piece.

‘Everyone in there has told me that it is okay to take as long as I need to heal, but no one has ever said that it is okay to be done healing. No one has said… or asked… or implied… or thought… or suggested… or fucking hinted… or even hoped that I was already ready.’

The shocked look on her friends’ faces was delicious and almost reward enough for speaking her truth. Almost. But Gwyn would have her reward.

‘So. That means that no one in that place has ever said that it is okay to be ME. No one has said that what I feel, that what I need, that what I AM… is okay too.’

Then Gwyn screamed. She clutched at her robes and pitched forward against the sound. She picked up Nesta’s empty tea cup from the low table in front of her, spun away from her friends, and chucked it hard into the far wall. She panted and stared as the cup hung there, embedded in the wall. Maybe the House had thought to catch it for her, instead of letting it shatter. Gwyn was shattering though. Shattering and reforming with every word and every painfully personal truth.

She could handle this. She could handle the weight of these admissions though. She could handle the judgment and the consequences that would clearly follow. Gwyn knew that once unleashed, she wouldn’t be able to just go back to her life in the library. She wouldn’t be able to continue to wait to live her full life as her full self. She gulped two more large breaths and let the air burn through her lungs. ‘I’m sorry.’

She wasn’t really angry with her friends or the other priestesses or the healers. She was angry at the world and she was done with their pity.

No doubt alerted by the shouting, Azriel and Cassian appeared in the doorway. Cassian crossed to take a seat near Nesta, but Azriel started to circle the group of friends. He was watching Gwyn like she might explode, and he wasn't wrong. His shadows coiled behind his shoulders, whispering threats and observations into his eager ears. What did he think he saw when he looked at her? She was ready to find out.

‘You!’

Gwyn leveled an accusatory finger at her Shadowsinger. His brow cocked and the shadows stopped their coiling to watch the exchange. Did they sense her resolve? Did they know what was coming? Were they amused? She hoped so.

‘Me?’ Azriel placed a hand in the middle of his chest. His face was wary, but she saw a light in his eyes that had always encouraged her.

‘You find me attractive, right?’

‘Of course.’ His tone was placating and annoying. That would just not do.

‘No. Not like that. I’m not talking about whether I’m objectively attractive for a female. I mean have you thought about me.’ His eyes went wide and she thought she saw a small smile tug on one side of his beautiful mouth. ‘I’m not wrong about that, right? You’ve thought about it.’

Gwyn had thought about it plenty. She could write a dissertation on all the ways she wanted him to touch her, but she doubted Merrill would care to read it. Azriel looked over to Nesta for clarification, but her friend remained frozen next to Cassian. He looked back to Gwyn. His face held a look that Gwyn couldn’t decide was either determination or resignation.

‘I have.’ He admitted quietly. His head ducked. She still couldn’t read him. Was he hiding his growing grin or expecting a reprimand?

‘Then why haven’t you asked me?’ His head shot up at her accusation.

‘I didn’t think… I thought… it would be normal for you to not be ready, Gwyn.’

‘NORMAL?’ Gwyn shrieked and looked frantically around the room. Nesta and Emerie winced. Azriel and Cassian just looked confused. Nesta just shook her head in warning as Azriel opened his mouth to speak.

‘Well. I have news. I am normal. I am ready. I get to be both.’

‘You’re ready?’ It was mere confirmation and not an actual question. Smart male.

‘Yes.’

‘Noted, Berdara.’

‘Good. Now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go punch something.’ Gwyn turned toward the door, but couldn’t leave without one parting shot to the room. She turned to speak over her shoulder. ‘So long as everyone in here can agree that it is a reasonable and healthy response to my trauma.’ No one dared speak or move. ‘Oh. That’s right. You bitches don’t get to decide what is reasonable and healthy for me.’

Gwyn faced the door again and strode through it on powerful legs. As she entered the hallway, she placed a steadying hand on the wall. Closing her eyes, she took a few long, measured breaths through her nose. Her lungs no longer burned and her eyes didn’t sting. She would go to the ring and take on whatever came next.

‘Did she just call me a bitch?’ Gwyn heard Cassian’s voice over the roaring in her ears and she had to smile.

‘You should go with her.’ Nesta was clearly speaking to Azriel.

Yes. Come to the ring with me, Shadowsinger. It is well past time.

Nesta continued. ‘We’ll just… um.’

‘I’ll take you both down to the River House to visit Nyx for an hour.’ Cassian offered to the two females in the library and Gwyn could hear him moving toward the library’s balcony.

‘Two.’

Azriel’s voice was dark and rough and it sent chills down her arm and sparked fire in her core. Then again, perhaps he just intended to talk her out of it. It was his right, but she hoped he wouldn’t. She hoped he understood that she was ready.

‘What?’ Cassian sounded confused or concerned. Gwyn was neither of those things. Not about what she wanted.

‘Two hours.’ Azriel clarified unashamedly.

‘Ok. Two it is. Not gonna think too hard about that and I’m just going to leave now.’ Cassian spoke and Gwyn heard both females snicker from the library as she made her way down the hall to the ring.

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#gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #pro gwynriel #acotar #acosf #acomaf #sjm #trauma #trauma informed #rant #in my own time can be now

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rumielisapublicspeaker · 7 months

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ONE PIECE

So. The story so far.

YES THERE WILL BE SPOILERS

So. Firstly I would give One Piece an overall 9 as an anime. From what I've seen and heard, the show has kept up even after 20 years, thanks to the wonderful Oda, and that is very important to me as an avid watcher.

True, I never made it past episode 60 the first time I watched, I don't think, HOWEVER!!! That doesn't mean I disliked the show, I liked it a lot. I just probably have ADHD (╥_╥) which means a lot of the longer shows I want to watch get put down by accident because a new shiny show comes out that I want to watch then and there... (I'm looking at you Jujutsu Kaisen (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭.

I restarted the anime about a week ago during my move into my new apartment at episode 45, as it's the last episode I can fully remember (though I did skip through a little because I can't lie... the Buggy filler episodes were not my thing) "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა I also know that the Netflix live action ends around episode 45 as well, which- I'm happy to say, is probably the ONLY live action adaptation of an anime (apart from the theatre productions of studio ghibli films like My Neighbour Totoro) that ACTUALLY WORKED!!! Also, Jamie Lee Curtis, a true One Piece fan loved it! Plus, both Oda and Mayumi have crowned Iñaki as the real world Luffy SO SUCK ON THAT HATERS!!! True, I didn't watch the live action fully, as my friend was watching it whilst I played dragon quest 11 (good game) but I got the gist of it, and it was really good from what I could see.

NOW!! ON TO THE GOOD SHIZ!!!

I am currently on episode 57, as of writing this, which means Chopper is only 24 episodes away ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽ つ And I NEED to meet the baby!! I'm currently watching the crew sail with this little dragon doo dad (who I cannot remember the species name, but his name from Apis is Ryujii.) And shit just started happening. The boat is a rocking, the sky is raining, Zoro and Apis currently have rope burn. It's a good episode. If I recall correctly, they're about to enter the Grand Line?? I know they're right next to it at least, but I think they're trying to get Ryujii home- I just realised that they just landed on the island I am dumb. There was a strange wispy of wind a second ago, which means that one guy is likely already on the island with them I think. Who knows "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა. Either way, once again this show is showing how corrupt the government system is lmao.

Anyhoo, overall, I don't think One Piece can really be judged by episodes, unless you talk about the live action. I'd say a better judgement would be going by arcs? I will say, this arc is pretty mid, just because I've seen it before and because I don't think Apis as a character is good whatsoever. She's just kind of that npc character in an rpg that directs you on a fetch quest before telling you that she must be protected as she's annoyingly coming with instead of staying home safe- oh wait she's the only one who can talk to the dragon and therefore knows where the fetch quest main area is. Great. Yeah, she's extremely mid now that I think about it.

I wouldn't skip this arc, just because I think all arcs leading up to the Grand Line are definitely important, HOWEVER, I do think she could've been in it less. The grampa would've had more to offer in my opinion, even if it was just comedic value. Plus, he could've been a secret badass who saves the day, who knows.

Also, as I'm writing this, my wifi CUT OUT (╥ᆺ╥；) so now I'm dying of death... (╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)

Anyways, I would recommend One Piece, but at the same time, if you aren't used to watching long form anime... gooooood luck. I can only do this because I watched Naruto and Shippuden a couple years back and that- ugh that hurt. One piece was still only one episode 800 too... It hurt so much. Yes it's a good anime BUT IT WOULD BE HALF THE LENGTH IF THEY CUT THE FILLER OUT, KILLED OFF SOME OF THE USELESS CHILDREN YOUNGER THAN NARUTO, REVEALED KAKASHI'S MOLE, AND CUT THE FIGHTS TO HALF THE LENGTH!!!!

Sorry, got emotional there. But yeah. One Piece? Good show. It also only has about 50 filler episodes out of the current 1076 episodes that are released. That's an achievement. Also I am now realising how quickly they must have pumped Naruto out if that show had 750 episodes plus movies...

Final thoughts? Watch One Piece. Don't watch Naruto. It isn't worth it. Also, idgaf if people disagree. If you watch Naruto, only watch Naruto. Don't bother with Shippuden. Hinata is the only good character after Naruto, but she isn't worth it.

#onepiece #one piece #luffy #naruto is too long and has too much filler #naruto isnt worth it #if you watch naruto only watch naruto do not bother with shippuden #sasuke isnt hot he was an asshole #sakura is abusive #luffy is the king of pirates #king of the pirates #chopper #tony tony chopper #jamie lee curtis loves one piece

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Zeus Brundle Ch1 [13~17]

Oi Klaus! Do anything about it! You're the one who nominated her!!

But he said literally "I'm afraid I can't." oh shit

uh… He says kind words to her? Was he this kind of character

fuck my mouth I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry I was rude!! I made a huge mistake!!! I knelt down like this Please be lenient just this once please?

aw fuck I'm not sorry I'll do it my own

Then Remb called Klaus for a moment, and the two soon walked somewhere.

...

What do I do now? Is there any meaning to this party now. I don't know anyone here to begin with Save the introvert

Suddenly, somebody talked to her from behind.

ooh... Season 6 comrades are gathering more and more

This man named Caesar greeted Liz cheerfully, handing her a glass of juice.

But I know another side of you. I heard your route is quite… harsh? (I received confirmation!! They gave me a "very on the dot" comment on my previous guess)

But it seems like he’s being kind right now so I don't care!

Liz thought this Alfonse guy looked familiar… Well, blonde hair + violet eye combination is quite a characteristic element in WH sekai. But could I have inferred that he is Goldstein just by observing the current conversation without any prior knowledge? I'm not sure about this honestly

Actually, I was a little scared here, when he suddenly erased his smile. But! The kind-looking guy has the most unsettling heart! I'm not doing anything wrong

and it happened to skip the family-related story… something feels off. huh

Anyway, unlike those two idiots who had a bad attitude earlier, the conversation with these two is going very smoothly. It's plain sailing!

Hi…Hinomoto… I tend to be a bit surprised when that country is mentioned without warning. Please be careful? But why Hinomoto? Is there anything special there

E-Excuse me! It would be a good idea to ask Cae, but a local person is staying at the Academy! I'm definitely definitely definitely not suggesting Cae to give him a reason to appear, but how about asking him? Yeah??

Anyway, everyone is introducing themselves. Then maybe Zeus' route tastes like the pilot episode. Like, how will the story progress from Season 6, what are the personalities and characteristics of the new regular characters, etc…

and Cae's flirting is extraordinary. Koitsu tsuyoi

After the conversation, Liz left the auditorium to and get some fresh air. And she begins to worry whether she took the trial too recklessly.

Well… she indeed accepted the trial without hesitation, but what's wrong with it. It's a bit unexpected that the person I have to suck his ass is a fucking freak, but wouldn't it work out somehow

As she was walking, she heard the quite murmur of voices in the empty classroom.

So she tried to eavesdrop, but she failed and made a noise.

why do you always do that why please there has never been a time when she got the information straight agghhhh (pain)

But then Zeus appeared and dragged her behind the shadows, his hand covered her mouth. (did I get help in the end… it somehow hurts my pride)

Klaus assumed it was simply the wind and went back into the classroom. At least she didn't get caught

Honestly, I agree too. Can't you be a little more careful if you're going to eavesdrop. why do you always fail. Of course I know it was the writer's intention not to give away information from the beginning, but it's being pissed off anyhow

Anyway, Zeus said he was helping her hide and insisted that she should be grateful to him.

Erm… It's not that I'm not grateful but well you know? If I thank him now, considering his personality, he'll say "Oh, you're really thanking me you hopeless moron," and start scratching me again

Ahem Eat this

But I didn't want to make remarks of that level!!

I think I'm pretty much fucked you have to suck his ass and you're disobeying him right now oh god aohwaoahwoa I think I'm fucked I didn't do that! That's arbitrary behavior on her part

But fortunately, perhaps because he likes that kind of disobedience, he takes a rather kind(?) attitude.

But how can I know about you. We've just met each other and this is my first time playing your route

His words are like this but you know, the fact that he's giving her this much attention means she's made a pretty memorable impression on him. I don't think the situation is that bad

And that's how Ch1 ended.

Um, it was a pretty good start as a warm-up for Season 6... It was difficult to adapt to the new atmosphere, but the story was probably made to target that reaction, so um, well.

The real story will begin in Ch2 so I'm a bit forward to it. I hope the story will be as good as the cataclysm that occurred

(And you know, I'm in trouble. 30 photos are never enough. How. Help.)

#shumma plays wh

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treason-and-plot · 2 years

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REPLY POST

She was an absolute legend, I was devo when she died.

REPLIES TO CONNOR'S OFFER:

@streetlites

Oof 😅

@streetlites

But he did say he wasn't thinking about kissing her at the awards ceremony after he found she smoked so maybe he's trying to put his foot in the door? Because if his father is head of an accounting firm, there's probably some staff accountant that will gladly tutor him for brownie points. 😆

I think that could be very likely! He has also been sitting next to her in class recently so I wonder what his reasons are for that- physical or mental attraction, lol? I guess time will tell!

@dandylion240

Not what she was expecting....wonder how she's going to react to that.

One of the things I admire about Saffron is that she is pretty resilient- she always bounces back from things pretty quickly.

@wannabecatwriter

Tutoring means spending more time together, wink wink, nudge nudge.

@anamoon63

Maybe not exactly what she wanted to hear, but it's a start. Go for it, Saffron!

Yeah, exactly! Baby steps, lol!

@batsheba

Not what I hoped he would say. But who knows it may lead to other stuff...

And word may get to Liam they they are spending time together which would be excellent!

@windermeresimblr

It's good to have friends, Saffy!

And Lord knows Saffy needs friends!

@sweetnovember77

Perfect! If Saffron's body is charged with a prickle of superiority, then she should be flattered. Conner has validated her ability to influence someone.

She can't deny she enjoys the attention. Connor is a bit of an enigma and would be quite a catch!

@gifappels-stuff

🤣 Taking the wind right out of her sails... !! 👏👏 However I also get the idea Conner might be aware of her narcissism (is that the right term?) and toying with Saffron a bit?

That's a very intriguing idea! I don't know if he is the toying/ teasing type though...he seems a very serious young insect!

@kscriba

Honestly I would prefer to be called the smartest person in my class, embrace it Saffy

Yeah, I think a part of her would definitely be embracing it, once her embarrassment has receded!

@kscriba

oh and let's take a moment to appreciate Saffron's iconic shirt

@queeniecook

I love how she was so sure he was getting ready to admit a crush lmao

Lol! I do enjoy seeing my Sims with proverbial egg on their faces!

@ktarsims

Ahahahaha. Not the confession she wanted. He likes your brains, Saffy.

@whyhellosims

911 I would like to report a murder! Oh gosh, Saffy, what a change, a man who doesn't objectify you or fawn on you for the fortunate arrangement of your genes! He has no idea (or maybe he does, he doesn't strike me as an idiot boy) that he just gave her ego a major pile driver XD

LMBOOOO! Connor is definitely an enigma in more ways than one! A man who appreciates a woman for her brains...he's a keeper! ;=)

@muses-circle

Bahahahahahaha!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 This moment is priceless.

@lilsisterg

🤭🙃

She had it coming, what can I say? ;=)

@zosa95

It's together time, sweetie. Run with it!

@simlicious

everyone knows that "tutoring" can be a lot of fun 😉 I think Connor really means tutoring when he says it, but he has hormones, too, so this could very well lead to slightly more carnal studies!

Yeah, I think he really means it too! But he has expressed an interest in kissing Saffy, even though it was vetoed by her smoking, so who really knows what may happen?

@thegingehinge yeah it sucks big hairy balls!

@streetlites I think you may be right! ;=)

#gif warning #replies

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adoriels-tears-if · 2 years

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Okay I admit I was very wrong, let me inside the fluff zone pls 😭🤲

ROs reaction to MC wearing nice outfit, only to know that they're going on date- BUT, MC also told them "the date with you...if you'd like to" and smiled sheepishly at them? 😌😌😌😌

Hi dear ! So someone is feeling bad after this delicious scenario about Arthur, how strange! ;)

It's okay, I'll give you a pass to the fluff zone

Arthur :

Arthur looks up at the sound of your footsteps and he remains speechless, the greeting he wanted to address you stuck in his throat.

"Hi" you say with a cheeky smile.

He blinks and stammers out a "Hi."

You and Zephyr snicker.

"I take it you like my new outfit."

"You look great" he croaks without taking his eyes off you. "Perfect."

"Great, ' cause I've got a date."

At your words, his dreamy look fades, his eyes leave you for a moment and an "Oh..." that you would describe as disappointed or even hurt escapes him. Then you are sucked back into the ocean of his eyes when with a forced smile he says "I hope you have a good date. The person you will be spending time with is very lucky." You feel your heart beat heavily in your chest.

"Arthur, don't be so glum." You tell him softly as you take hold of his hand. "The date is with you after all...well, if you want" you add with a sheepish smile.

Light finds its way back into his eyes and he stares at you for a moment, searching your face for the trace of a lie, making sure of what he just heard and finally, he laces his fingers through yours and murmurs.

"It would be an honor."

It's your turn to be speechless, words forgotten in the face of the tenderness that Arthur's whole being reflected back to you and when his lips turn into a cheeky grin and he drops a "Should we go, I hear you got a date?" you can only nod.

Tally :

"MC!" Tally exclaims as she opens the door to your room in a rush.

You let out a cry of surprise as the dwarf almost runs into you in her haste, stopping laboriously a few steps away from you. "A festival! There's a festival with tons of food stalls and oh wow!"

She suddenly stops, detailing you from head to toe before letting out a little cry of delight "This outfit is great! You look amazing!"

You laugh "Thanks, I'm wearing it just for the occasion, since I'm going on a date."

Her eyes widen "You...You're going on a date? Oh!"

An embarrassed smile appears on her lips "I should have known, sorry! It looks like someone took the wind out of my sails. I wanted to invite you too..."

"Really?" you ask, your heart performing a little dance

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess great minds think alike then, since the date is with you" you grin.

Tally points to herself as if she can't believe it. "Me? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure, well if you still want to" you say with a sheepish little smile.

"I want to, I want to! Let's go on a date!" exclaims Tally and you can practically see her vibrating with excitement.

Lessica :

"Hey" you say as you arrive near Lessica.

Sitting on the bench in front of the inn listening to the sounds of the world, she opens her eyes and looks at you and smiles.

"Hey" she greets you. "What a nice color, it suits you very well, this outfit is sublime"

"Really? Thank you. It's green actually...you like this color if I remember correctly."

Lessica stares at you with a smirk. "Indeed, you remember well."

Great, so I was thinking... "you continue as you slide a hand down your neck. "It would be silly to ruin this outfit by staying here, and there's a park a little further on.

Lessica doesn't speak, waiting for you to be more explicit, her face is marbled and you feel your face getting hot.

"It's a good place to get a date."

"Is this a proposal?" Her question is dropped with a hint of concern and her face seems to blanch.

"Yes, this is one, but we would go as friends of course." You stammer, holding back a grimace, "well, if you want, no pressure..."

"Oh..."

Biting her lips, she fights a smile before looking into yours eyes.

"Well if we go as friends, that changes everything and we shouldn't deprive the world of your beautiful new outfit. Show me this park."

Corden :

You've been hanging around Corden for five minutes.

He let you sit here, only because Lett asked him to, the fox enjoys your caresses and your presence.

That's at least one out of two. The Orc didn't even deny complimenting you on your new outfit.

And yet, you know that this damn beaten donkey is not insensitive, nothing could make you believe it, as you see him from time to time sliding his eyes along your body.

"You got something to say to me, Corden?"

You do your best to look detached, as if you were light years away from shivering at the slightest passage of his amethyst eyes over your skin.

"Why, do you think so?"

You shrug. "I don't know. Maybe because you keep looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you!" he scoff derisively. I'm judging you" he adds with a sly smile.

"ha ha!" you answer, rolling your eyes.

You sigh "And to think I did all this for you..."

The words escape you without you managing to hold them back and once they are gone, it's too late. Lett lifts his brown eyes to you with what you're pretty sure is pity and you wait, embarrassed for the cut to fall. Let Corden's steely words slay you.

And now he really looks at you "What did you say?"

You swallow but refuse to look away. "That I did this for you."

"Did what!"

"That, you moron! Get ready! Find a new outfit!"

"I never asked you to do anything, stupid!"

And here you are raising your voice now.

"I did it for me too, dumbass, but I thought you could at least make an effort!"

"Don't call me a dumbass!"

"Then don't call me stupid and let's go on a date together!"

Taken aback, he half chokes on his insult "What...What?"

"Let's go on a date together!"

"No!"

"Okay, it's up to you! Jerk, jerk, jerk!"

When Corden's hand lands on your mouth to shut you up, a delicious shiver runs through your body but your eyes throw the same lightning bolts as before.

"All right! You win, let's go on a date! If it will shut you up!"

"Really?" you say as you reluctantly pull his hand away from your mouth.

"Really..." He say, "You're so annoying!"

"Maybe, but look, it works!" you say with a sheepish little smile.

Sage/Sophia

"Those aren't the clothes you usually wear!" remarks S raising an eyebrow.

You smile at them spreading your arms and doing a little spin on yourself.

"Indeed, I felt like changing and I figured it out."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

They detail you for several long minutes and then open their mouths:

"Show me!"

It's an order, more than a request. S never disguised all the confidence he had in you and your potential.

A shiver runs down your back and your blood boils in your veins, heated by their imperious tone and by their gaze.

You exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding and close your eyes. They always tell you to empty your mind and to think of nothing, but to feel everything.

A task that left you stunned before, but that by dint of effort, you have finally managed to achieve.

“I am so proud of you!"

Soon you feel the tissue on your skin changing, getting shorter in some places and longer in others, leaving your skin untouched or hiding it.

When you finally open your eyes, you know you have succeeded by the look of pride and adoration in S's eyes.

"Enough to go on a date with me?" You ask with a smirk, your face burning under the fire of their gaze.

A predator, that's what they are and you are prey, but you don't care at all if you end up in their clutches, quite the opposite.

"Well, only if you want to" you add with a fake sheepish smile.

With a feline grace, they come up to you and bring a hand to your cheek, caressing your overheated skin.

"You don't even have to ask."

#adoriel'stears ros #I need to add S #I forgot them #sorry #Shinokoro

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Dads and Daughters

Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Summary: Tony knew the second he saw you that, Dads and daughters go together like boats and water. He'll never doubt it for a second and neither will you.

Warnings: child abandonment, fluff I think is what else

Song: Dads and Duaghters by MaRynn Taylor

A/n: tried something a bit different for the lyrics tell me what you think!

Ten little toes

She has his nose

And the blue from her mother's eyes

Tony stared down at the 2 month old baby sat in the stroller sucking on a paci. One of his one nightstands just left the little girl in front of his house. He can't even remember the name of the baby's mother. All he knows is the little baby is Y/n Stark. His daughter. She was wrapped in a pastel pink blanket.

"Well I guess I'm your dad. How bout that Smalls?" He hesitantly leaned down looking at you. You giggle spitting out your pacifier it hitting him in the forehead. "Ow."

His hands were shaking

Round that pink blanket

He hoped he was holding her right

He took a deep breath grabbing the pacifier placing it back in your mouth before unclipping you from your stroller which was now sat in his living room. He carefully lifted you, cradling you.

"See we'll be okay." He chuckled. "Not even you believe that." You smiled with the pacifier in your mouth and it was like all his fears disappeared. He fell in love with your big doe eyes. There was no going back anymore he had a baby girl, and he is determined to be the best dad he can be.

In that moment, he realized

Dads and daughters, they go together

Like boats and water, they're meant for each other

"Dad!" You ran into the lab happily, your Uncle Rhodey following behind you. He had picked you up from school that day.

"Hey Smalls! How was school?" Tony asked lifting you onto his lap as he gave you his undivided attention forgetting about the suit he was working on.

"It was great! Me and Bobby got in trouble during recess though, which was stupid." You grumbled.

"Hey little missy bad word." Tony warned you. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." You sassed.

Through wind and the waves, they'll sail away from the storm

And make it to shore

"Hey smalls." He smiled at 6 year old you as he got into the car. He was just rescued from the desert. "You got big didn't you?"

"Daddy! I missed you!"

"Oh good you didn't forget my face thank God." He leaned down kissed your forehead. You laughed warping your arms around him happily.

"Where to boss?" Happy asked.

"Take us to the hospital, please, Happy." Pepper asked.

"No."

There's nothing stronger than a love between dads and daughters

"Watch where your going kid." Steve said as you almost ran into him.

"Sorry!" You said quickly before going around him and running again. You made it unto the lab and looked around for your dad but only say Bruce working. "Where's dad?" You asked.

"Boo!" Came from behind you. You let out a small screech

"Dad! That's just mean!" You said glaring at your dad.

"Sorry smalls." Your dad said ruffling your hair. "How was school?" He asked standing up.

"It was good! Can I help you work on your suit?" You asked smiling.

"Yeah."

Before he could blink,

She was sixteen

Stealing the keys to his car

"Hey dad! Can I borrow the car?" You asked walking into the lab. He looked over at you.

"Where are you going? When will you back? Who will you be with? Do I know them?" He asked .

"The mall, sometime before dinner, Ned, Peter, Betty, and MJ." You explained.

"Okay go. Be back by 7." He said tossing you the keys. "Call me if anything happens."

"Yes sir! Bye dad!"

He'd wait at home

Let her go on her own

Knew she wouldn't run too far

You walked back into the tower, two hours late at 9. Tony was sat on the couch in the common room crossed arms.

"You're late." He stated.

"Sorry dad! I lost track of time." You said.

"Lost track of time? Two hours! I was worried!" He exclaimed. You looked down feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"It's dead." You said.

"Then why didn't Peter answer his?"

"I don't know. Me, Mj and Betty went to do our own thing for a little while ned and Peter wouldn't leave the lego store."

Dads and daughters, they go together

Like boats and water, they're meant for each other

"Smalls we have something to tell you." Tony said as he and Pepper sat down across from you while you did school work.

"Yeah?" You responded not looking up at your parents.

"Can you look at us, Hun?" Pepper asked. You looked up leaning back in your chair.

"Just tell me it can't be that big of a deal." You said.

"You're gonna be a big sister!" They said. You dropped your pencil staring at them.

"You're telling me I'm gonna have a little brother or sister?" You gasped. "Yes!!!! Finally! I have only been waiting for this since I was 7!" You exclaimed.

Through wind and the waves, they'll sail away from the storm

And make it to shore

"Dad! I- why do you have a chair stuck to your butt?" You asked noticing the little pastel blue chair, and your baby sister laughing. She's 16 years younger then you, now being 4 years old and your 20.

"She wanted to play tea-party what's up Smalls?" He asked yanking the chair off and setting in down next to Morgan.

"Dad I'm not a little kid anymore you can't keep calling me that!" You complained. "On other news my boyfriend is coming over for dinner, mom already knows the team isn't here it's a perfect night for this." You explained.

"Your boyfriend? Eww cooties!" Morgan explained before she ran off.

"Uh... Anyway you good dad?" You laughed at his shocked expression.

"How long have you been dating him? Is he respectful? Where did you meet? Why haven't you told me about him yet? What does he do? Are you sure he's a good guy?" He rambled on. You shook your head and rolled your eyes.

"6 months, he is really nice, geometry class in high school, because you always act like this and he wasn't ready, he is still in college with me, and I'm positive he's a great guy." You finished. He frowned.

"You've known him since high school? Who is he? What's his name?" He added more questions.

"Dad stop I'm going to go help Mom make dinner for tonight."

There's nothing stronger than a love between dads and daughters

"Mom, dad this is Benji my boyfriend." You said as you walked in with the man.

"Benji? What kind of name is that." Tony grumbled glaring at the guy.

"Benji this is my dad, Tony, my mom, Pepper and my little sister Morgan." You said ignoring your dad.

"Nice to meet you." Benji put a hand out to shake with your parents, it was gladly taken by Pepper but begrudgingly by Tony. "And my name is actually Benjamin sir, everyone just calls me Benji." He explained.

"Okay." He grumbled. You nervously lead Benji further into the room to the table which was set.

"Tony help me get the food." Pepper said pulling your dad to the next room.

"I'm sorry about my dad he's a bit over protective." You explained to your boyfriend.

"As he should be when he has two beautiful daughters. I know I'll be that way with my girls when I have some." Benji said leaning in to kiss you before Morgan interrupted.

"No!" She slapped his leg. "You're gonna give her cooties!"

"Morgan! No hitting!"

He'll try not to cry

When he sees her in white

Gives her to another man

I hope he understands

You stood outside the doors with your dad. He looked at you and gave a sad smile. His little girl was all grown up. He couldn't believe it, 26 years ago when your mother left you with him he was questioning everything, how good of a dad could he really be. Now he is walking you down the aisle.

"I love you smalls." Tony said before the music began to play and the doors opened.

"Love you too dad." You mumbled as you slowly walked down the aisle with your dad. Benji was stood staring at you with such a look that Tony knew his little girl would be in great hands with him.

Once Tony sat down he had to do his best to wipe his tears away.

Dads and daughters, they go together

Like boats and water, they're meant for each other

Through wind and the waves, they'll sail away from the storm

And make it to shore

There's nothing stronger than a love between dads and daughters

A/n: I'm planning when I get married this will probably be the song me and my dad dance to unless I find a different one in that time.

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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point of view (m)

pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: 18+, friends with benefits!au, smut (mentions of choking, mirrors, alcohol consumption, swearing, implicit condom use. always be safe, kids!)

wc: 1.6k

summary: you just can’t seem to quit soonyoung.

a/n: this soonyoung is system!soonyoung but you don’t need to read one to understand the other as these are just in the same timeline, happening simultaneously. (also, ALWAYS make sure you have discussed any kind of choking with your partner beforehand bc it needs to be consensual and not something to be taken lightly or done inexperienced)

"She's going to fucking kill me."

Soonyoung giggles against your neck, his hand under your skirt as you try very hard not to think of the repercussions of ditching your best friend and focus on his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin. "All the more reason to make this one worth it," Soonyoung notes, tilting his head to capture your lips.

You groan into his touch, as you have done many times before. It's not like you didn't try to fight it—you really did, because you're not the meaningless flirt type of person, but something about Kwon Soonyoung just keeps pulling you in, over and over and over again. The first time you blamed it on the alcohol, the second time on the way his hips swayed in time with yours, his breath fanning over the back of your neck, but there was no excuse for the third time (or fourth or fifth).

Soonyoung has you in a figurative chokehold and a part of you relished it. To be in someone else's mercy and not have to think for a few blissful moments. The buttons of his jeans are already popped, his shirt loosely hanging over the front where you pulled it free. His tongue tastes like Redbull, the sickeningly sweet tinge of it mixed with vodka evident as he laps into your mouth.

You suck on his bottom lip, gently letting your teeth graze along the skin until he hisses, licking his lips to ease the sting.

"We really should get back to the party," you say, unbuttoning your blouse as Soonyoung casts his hooded gaze downwards, where his hand still lingers on your thigh. "I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

"Oh, darling," Soonyoung's voice is low and sultry, his tongue thick in his mouth. "That ship has sailed a long time ago." He accentuates his words with another kiss. "I think people expect us to fuck at every party we go to by now."

"You're gross," you say, unable to bite back a smile. You allow your blouse to fall from your shoulders. "Now take off your shirt."

Soonyoung complies willingly, notably flinching when your cold palm comes up to rest against his chest. "You know I like it dirty, baby," he says in response to your first statement, and this time you laugh out loud. You swat at his chest, covering your mouth to hide your laughter as you dip your head back. There’s a goofy grin on his face as he watches you, your eyes squeezed shut and cheeks rising.

“We’re literally in a bathroom, please don’t talk about dirty right now,” you plead before he moves to grab your ass and lifts you to sit on the sink, pushing up your skirt with his thumbs.

“Still beats Mingyu’s bedroom closet,” he reminds you, hands roaming over your exposed skin as he re-attaches his lips to your throat. You move your hand to his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape. You hum at the memory, gently tugging at the locks to pull him away from you. “Yeah,” you muse, breath ghosting over Soonyoung’s lips as you move closer. “Why can’t everyone have a private beach house like Minghao?”

Your tongue flicks out to tease his upper lip, leaning back when he chases your mouth for more. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in this throat, and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs in frustration. His gaze finds yours, temporarily robbing you of your breath. He’s so beautiful, even without the visible flush now painting his cheeks, but in this state - eyes hooded and throat adorned with angry red marks - he looks to die for.

Soonyoung must’ve thought the same thing because he inhales sharply, as if he suddenly realises something. Brushing a lock of hair out of your face, he smirks. “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so hot.” You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, something stirring in the pit of your stomach at his words. He brings you in for a kiss, deepening it with a determination that leaves your head spinning. With his hands on your ass, he pulls you against him, letting you feel how needy he is for you. “Do you-” he breathes between kisses, “do you want to watch?”

You still at the question, unsure of what he’s asking. “Hm?”

But Soonyoung is not looking at you, you realise. His eyes are trained on the mirror behind you, his fingers nimbly working to push your skirt up enough to get a full view of your ass in the reflection. Jeonghan’s bathroom isn’t necessarily big, but it’s big enough to have a double sink with a big mirror that’s lined with tiny light spots, perfect for putting on make-up or your daily skincare routine. You bite your lip, mulling over the implications of his question in your head. “You look so pretty when you cum,” Soonyoung continues, his tongue trailing over your exposed collarbones. “I want you to see how pretty you are when I fuck you.”

With a jerk of his hips, the last of your hesitation crumbles, and he almost misses the way you nod before letting yourself slip off the vanity top, pressing your bodies together impossibly close. Soonyoung winds his fingers in the strands of your hair, gently tugging at them as he breathes you in. At last, his hands fall to your hips, turning you around in one swift motion. The action causes you to topple forward, your hands seeking support on the cold marble top. For a second you pause, feeling Soonyoung’s cock brush against your ass from behind, his hands still firm on your hips as he waits for you to make the next move. You slowly raise your eyes, locking with his in the reflection and he smirks.

It’s exhilarating, the way Soonyoung never breaks eye contact—not when he moves to cup your breasts, playing with your hardening nipple as he sucks at the sweet spot behind your ear. Not when he finally pushes your skirt down and his jeans with it, a hand dipping into your panties to rub between your folds. Not when his fingers wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he bucks into you, until you’re no longer able to indulge him; your eyes fluttering shut as you feel the muscles in your thighs tighten. A strangled moan forms in the back of his throat as you push your hips back to meet his and his knees almost buckle, making him collapse against your shoulder. The obnoxious sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with Soonyoung’s heavy breathing and the rapid succession of his name spilling from your lips, increasing in pitch as you get closer to release.

"You're so fucking hot," he breathes, voice ragged when he speaks. "And so wet." He tilts your chin up with two fingers, using the ones holding onto your hip to give it a little pinch. Your eyes widen at the sudden pain and Soonyoung smiles as he soothingly rubs the skin. "Do you see?"

Your eyes reconnect in the mirror, the look he's giving you shooting straight to your core. You tip your head forward to catch his fingers in your mouth, licking around the digits slowly. Soonyoung almost climaxes right there and then, but his pride doesn't allow him to cum until you do.

You're close, though and it only takes a few extra flicks to your clit for you to come undone. Your jaw slacks in a final, drawn-out moan as you throw your head back, your back bumping into Soonyoung’s sweaty chest. He follows soon after, placing idle open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

A moment passes, Soonyoung’s arm wrapped around your torso to keep you steady, both of you catching your breath. He lets out an airy laugh, his eyes locking with yours again over your shoulder. You reciprocate the sentiment, a chuckle escaping you before you allow his fingers to guide your head sideways enough for Soonyoung to plant a kiss to your mouth. This one is softer, laced with content and satisfaction. You curse Soonyoung for being so damn intoxicating and you know, no matter how hard you try, this will happen again next time and again the next time over.

Maybe you’re okay with it, though. You watch him with curiosity as he gets dressed, smoothing out the crinkles in your own blouse in the process. Something stirs inside your chest when he leans over to peck you on the lips. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile before pushing the bathroom door open, glancing at you over his shoulder. The previously muffled music washes over you in loud waves, and you allow Soonyoung to take your hand.

“Let’s see what stage of murderous your bestie has reached by now and if she needs any rescuing.”

You laugh at his comment, internally hoping you didn’t fuck up too much by leaving her to herself in a house full of people she hardly ever spoke to. The thought gets put on hold as you’re met with the sight of her pressed against Joshua—the Joshua Hong, who she’s been crushing on for months in secret—his hand in her hair and lips locked. You hear Mingyu and Seungcheol hooting loudly, but she seems unbothered by the ruckus they’re causing.

Soonyoung pushes through the crowd, grabbing a red cup with a mysterious content from the table as he passes his friends. He bumps into Joshua’s shoulder with a smug grin. “Do you guys ever breathe?” he yells over the music.

Joshua visibly tenses, your best friend pulling away from him with a look he can’t quite read. Her fist raises threateningly in his direction, and Joshua laughs heartily before stopping her.

“Soonyoung,” he says, patiently but a tone to his voice that implies he’s not joking around. “I’ll give you a headstart if you start running now.”

#kwon soonyoung #caratwritersclub #svtwritersnet #hoshi #soonyoung smut #soonyoung scenario #soonyoung fanfiction #soonyoung drabble #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung imagines #hoshi smut #hoshi imagine #hoshi drabble #hoshi scenario #hoshi x reader #seventeen #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen hoshi

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janetbrown711 · 3 years

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"Don't be scared, I'm right here," Yakko?

The Warner siblings were doing okay.

Sure, there were a few bumps along the path here and there, Wakko almost passing out being one of them, but ever since Yakko got some food in him, he was starting to look and feel better. Not his usual self, of course (you can’t just shake off starvation like that), but better. Then again, almost anything is a better state than dying.

But still.

Nothing major had happened. They were sailing smoothly up and down the mountains, the wind and snow on their side. They were even having a little bit of fun again. It was... nice.

“So the wishing star can really give you anything you want?” Dot asked. Wakko nodded.

“That’s what Pip said,” He grinned, his tongue sticking out.

“So we’re really gonna get mom and dad back? Wow,” Dot smiled a little. “I’m done with grandma.”

“I think you speak for all of us when you say that,” Yakko laughed.

“What do wanna do when they come back?” Dot asked her brothers.

“I think I’d give them a big hug and then we’d go back to the garden and have a big fancy picnic all day, just like the ones we used to have on mine and Dadoo’s birthday,” Wakko grinned.

“What about you Yakko?” Dot turned her head to him.

“That’s a good one...” Yakko thought for a moment. Truthfully, he had no idea. He’d been preoccupied with worries about his sibs ever since they died he hardly had the time to envision what he’d do if they came back or never died. He had to give it some thought.

“I’d hug them, obviously. Then, I’d tell them about all the good things they missed, the lessons we’ve given you, the birthdays, and other good things like that. Then, I’d just... spend time with them. We wouldn’t have to do anything- just to sit in a room and read with them in the room too would be enough for me...” Yakko thought aloud.

“Oooo, that sounds nice,” Dot smiled a little.

“What about you Dot?” Yakko asked. Dot sat and thought.

“I think I’d hug them, tell them how much I missed them, and then have mom brush my hair and sing lullabies, and Dad reads bedtime stories... maybe we’d even play dolls together,” Dot hugged herself a little, touching her hair lightly.

“It’s been so long... I barely remember what it felt like...” Dot frowned. Yakko felt a wave of sadness and empathy for her.

“It’s okay Dot- mom will be back brushing your hair and singing lullabies and Dad’ll be back with his stories before you know it,” Yakko reassured, and Dot’s face brightened.

“Yeah! They’ll be back before I know it,” She said happily.

“How much longer do you think, Yakko?” Wakko asked.

“Probably within the hour.”

That felt crazy to say.

“Within the hour.”

His parents were less than an hour away.

This was actually happening.

“Cool,” Wakko nodded.

“Yeah... cool,” Yakko chuckled, still reeling at the thought.

The siblings rode in silence for a moment, each processing just how close they were, getting more and more excited the more they thought about it.

This wasn’t some far-off fantasy- the star was right there, just beyond. All they had to do was reach it first, and since they hadn’t run into any other travelers it actually looked like they’d make it- it seemed luck was finally on their side for once.

“Hey Yakko- there’s someone behind us,” Wakko pulled on Yakko’s pant leg and pointed.

Of course there was...

Yakko sighed, and looked, before freezing.

It was the royal carriage.

“Fire!” A voice from within the carriage ordered.

“You two- get down,” Yakko ordered, as a cannon was heard, and it exploded no more than two feet to the left of them. Dot and Wakko were quick to obey.

“Of course her carriage has a cannon- of course it does,” Yakko growled as he steered them away, as he heard it fire again, this time landing two feet from their right.

“Yakko- are we gonna-?”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, I got you,” Yakko assured, looking back and saw Angelina sticking her head out the window.

She looked terrible. The wind caused her usually perfect up-do to lose quite a few hairs, which were now flapping in the wind. Rage had consumed her, and her usually refined makeup created dark smudgy circles under her eyes. Her fur shawl also slipped off of one shoulder, and overall she looked like she was losing it.

Huh.

Yakko did always wonder what would happen if they tried to run away.

Guess that was the answer.

Yakko then put his attention back onto the path ahead, and bit his lip when he realized it was about to get a little narrow, meaning he probably couldn’t weave should they aim directly for them... though he could try... Hopefully, the person firing was a better person than their grandmother, and wouldn’t aim for them, not on purpose...

“It’ll be okay,” Yakko said again, sucking in a breath of cold air as he weaved through a few trees before going onto the narrow path.

Thankfully, it appeared the person in charge of firing was either a poor shot or wasn’t aiming for them on purpose like he wanted, because no matter what, he always hit the mountainside. However, this wasn’t a good thing, because it caused the snow to shift and for rocks to fall onto the path, which Yakko feared would cause either an avalanche or rockslide- neither of which would be good.

“Is that grandma?” Wakko asked, peeping his head to look.

“I said to stay down,” Yakko ordered, and Wakko went back down.

The cannon fired again, this time sending a loud cracking sound through the mountain.

Yakko just had to jinx it, didn’t he?

He heard the guard behind on the carriage curse, and Yakko tried to pick up the speed of the sled before anything happened- they were almost down too- After that it was just an open field to the wishing star.

“Yakko- a-are you sure we’re gonna-”

“We’re gonna make it Dot, I promise,” Yakko really didn’t want to deal with any kind of negativity at the moment. He had to focus.

Just as he predicted, the guard had shot into the cliff, which was now causing massive amounts of snow and rock to start plummeting down the mountain, in a weird mix of “avalanche” and “rockslide”.

“If we weren’t wishing for our parents back, I’d wish we had better luck,” Yakko muttered, trying to avoid falling rocks as the path widened once more.

“Agreed,” Wakko said, holding onto Dot. That was good at least...

The impending doom as it became clearer that there was no way they were going to make it off the mountain without being knocked off their feet and losing the sled or worse was not.

“Brace yourselves you two,” Yakko said, not knowing what advice he should give. He had never survived an avalanche- what did he expect?

Eventually, Yakko held onto his siblings too closing his eyes and bracing himself when he felt the sled get turned over and the three of them were tossed into the air.

The three of them flew for what felt like too long, before hitting the snow with a sharp thud which forced them to let go of each other.

With all the strength Yakko had in him, he clawed and dug his way out of the snow, and was relieved that both of his sibs had at least gotten their hands to the top by the time he was all the way out. Quickly, Yakko got the rest of him out, and dug out his sibs, surprised to find they had already reached the plane.

“There it is... the Wishing Star,” he said as he helped Wakko stand.

“Wow...” Dot said in awe. Yakko looked back and saw that somehow their grandmother’s stupid carriage had survived.

“C’mon, we have no time to lose,” he said, taking his sibs hands and running for it.

He was not going to lose to her. Not here, not now, not ever.

He heard shouting from behind, likely Angelina losing her mind even more than she already had. He couldn’t care less- he was focused more on getting to the star than whatever She was saying. Dot however, kept turning her head.

“Don’t look back Dot,” He ordered. Dot didn’t listen.

“I don’t care anymore- get the smaller one!” He heard, and Yakko panicked picked up the pace. However, Dot froze in her tracks, letting go of Yakko’s hand, looking back.

“Wakko! Watch out!” She shouted, shoving him out of the way-

An ear-piercing gunshot rang through the plane, and Dot screamed in pain, before falling to the ground.

“Dot!” Yakko screeched to a halt and ran back to her, while Wakko remained frozen on the ground in shock.

The snow around her was already turning red.

“Oh god- oh god oh god oh god-” was the only thing Yakko could say as he knelt onto the snow and examined his sister.

“Y-y-yakko-” She said, shuddering in pain, which only made it worse. Yakko put her head on his knees and held her hand.

He could hear arguing from behind.

“It’s gonna be okay Dot- It’s gonna be okay,” he said, tears already filling his eyes and a tight lump formed in his throat.

“I-it hurts Yakko,” she said, fear in her eyes.

“I know Dot, b-but it’s gonna be okay,” Wakko managed to say, crawling over from where he was. Yakko looked up to try to see if he could see their grandmother, but he couldn’t. Yakko realized he didn’t care- he couldn’t care. Not right now.

Dot shuddered in pain. “I-i wanna go home,” She said.

“I know Dot, we’re gonna. We’re gonna get our wish and we’re gonna go home, okay? W-we’ll pick you up and carry you if we have to,” Yakko said shakily.

“I-i’m scared,” she practically whispered.

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here,” Yakko assured, giving her hand a squeeze. Dot cringed as her breathing got more unsteady. She turned her head away from her brothers.

“M-mom? Dad?” She asked weakly. Yakko sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“They aren’t here Dot- th-they-”

Wakko tugged on his arm. Yakko looked up.

His parents were there, running in the snow with all their might.

“Th-they... they can’t...” Yakko couldn’t say anything. The siblings were dumbstruck.

“Mommy! Daddy!!!” Dot was sobbing now too.

“Dottie!!!” Their parents cried out in unison, picking up their pace until they reached them.

“Y-you’re... y-you can’t...” Yakko couldn’t speak. Wakko practically lept into his mother’s arms sobbing, while William went and held Dot’s other hand.

“It’s okay, Dot. W-we’re here pumpkin,” William said, placing a soft hand on her cheek.

“Daddy, i-it really hurts,” she cried.

“I-i know pumpkin,” William said, as he slowly picked her up. Yakko couldn’t move a muscle, dumbstruck and numb at the scene that laid before him.

“It’s gonna be okay- alright? Everything is gonna be just fine,” he spoke so softly...

“I wanna go home. I wanna hear a story,” She said, gasping in pain.

“We’ll go home real soon, okay pumpkin? We’ll go home and we’ll read you a bedtime story and tuck you in, alright?” He asked. Dot nodded even though the action clearly pained her.

“I-i w-wanna go home,” she sobbed, closing her eyes intensely.

“I know sweetie,” William hugged her closer, rubbing his face against hers.

“Y-y-yakko,” Dot turned her head weakly.

“Y-yeah? I-I’m here, Dot,” Yakko wiped his eyes, being forced back into the moment. William slowly set her back down again and he held her hand once more.

“Yakko, you’ll go home too, right?” She sniffled and smiled weakly.

“O-of course. All of us- we’ll all be there, okay? We’re gonna get our wish and we’re gonna go home, okay?” Yakko asked, looking at his parents and Wakko.

“O-okay,” she smiled a little more. “We-we’re gonna go home, a-and be together- a big happy family,” she said.

“Y-yeah Dot. A big happy f-family,” Yakko stroked her face with his thumb, doing his best not to choke.

“Together...” Dot said, before another wave of pain washed over her.

“Yakko I don’t wanna die,” she looked at him. “I-i’m not ready to die.”

“Dot- no. Y-you can’t die-” Yakko pleaded with her.

“Yakko I wanna go home,” She cried, squeezing his hand with all the weak might within her.

“It’s gonna be okay, Dot. Y-you aren’t gonna die,” William said, but it was clear the light was already fading.

“I-i l-l-love y-you...”

Her eyes became glossed over, and she went limp.

No.

No, no, no.

William checked for a pulse.

No.

He checked for breathing.

This can’t be- she couldn’t be-

Eventually, he just picked her up and broke down.

Yakko couldn’t believe this. It wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

Dot...

Dot was dead.

.o0o.

Dot was dead.

Her baby girl was dead.

Lena hadn’t said a word- why hadn't she said anything?!

She should’ve said something- anything, but now-

Oh god.

She hugged Wakko tighter.

She tried looking down at Dot, but she couldn’t-

God, there was so much blood.

Instead, she looked away- out towards the mountains- where she saw-

No...

She wouldn’t-

She would.

The next emotion Lena felt was rage. It consumed her, mixing in with her grief and anguish. She sprang to life, picking up William’s sword and running toward the Wishing Star, fueled by her anger and hatred.

She ignored any pain felt in her legs, focusing only on stopping Her- she couldn’t reach the star.

“Stop. Right. There,” She said, cutting off her mother from the star, pointing the sword at her mother.

“Angelina,” The queen halted, even taking a step back. “Y-you’re supposed to be dead.”

“You’d know that, wouldn’t you?” Lena glared. “Your assassins failed. William and I survived.”

“Not without scars, I see,” Angelina looked her daughter up and down in disgust, regarding the massive scar on her shoulder. Lena glared.

“I don’t care about that. You took everything from me- you killed Dot,” Lena was crying.

“They were aiming for that abomination of a younger son,” Angelina rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that girl was foolish enough to jump in the way.”

“You do not get to speak of her or Wakko that way,” Lena stepped forward, the sword now inches away from the queen. She laughed.

“You don’t have the guts,” She smiled. “You’re soft and weak. Never once have you ever fought back.”

“Ever since I was born, you’ve hated me. You’ve exploited me, broken me, destroyed me. All of this I could’ve found within myself to forgive, but the moment you laid a hand on my children was the moment you signed your death certificate,” Lena stepped forward.

“And yet you’ve never retaliated,” Angelina was still holding onto her pride.

“You’ve taken everything from me,” Lena didn’t regard that comment. “I used to think there was hope- I was foolish, a child even. But now I know you’re nothing but a selfish monster. A monster who I will never let hurt me or my family ever again.”

“You foolish ingrate-”

“Goodbye, mother.” Lena said, before stepping back and stabbing the sword through her.

Her mother’s body hit the snow, and she was dead without another word.

Good Riddance.

Lena went back to her family.

She gave Yakko a hug.

“We can still fix this,” Lena said. Yakko sniffled, confused. Lena helped him up, Wakko too.

“William,” She said softly. Her husband looked at her, and she gestured toward the star. He nodded, picking up Dot, and standing.

Lena took in a deep breath, squeezing both of her boy’s hands before walking towards the Wishing Star. When they reached it, Wakko silently asked for her permission to touch it. Lena nodded, and Wakko reached forward, and the star shined brighter, a burst of light shooting through the sky.

Wakko closed his eyes and made his wish.

The star’s glow increase, as it expanded, sending a refreshingly warm breeze through the air until it disappeared completely, leaving only grass behind from where the star had melted the snow. Everyone held their breath.

“D-dad..? M-mom? What..?” Dot opened her eyes.

“Dot,” Lena smiled, tears of relief and joy now flowing.

Quickly, everyone wrapped Dot into a big, sobbing, relieving, and loving group hug.

Dot was alive, and everything was okay.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

#angelina 1 lives au #my fics #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #angelina warner #william warner #sir william the good #queen angelina ii #queen angelina i #angst #tw blood #tw death #tw stabbing #tw gunshot #tw cannon fire(?)#im emotional---

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antipodeanpineapplelump · 3 years

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WIP... Tuesday?

Just in case anyone was wondering what useless novelty project I’m spending my time on now, may I introduce:

Or more accurately: “Shisui Uchiha and the Saga of the Overly Complex Movie Poster that’s Taking Up all of the Author’s Writing Time.”

Or: “Shisui Uchiha and the One-off Story that Accidentally Turned Into a Trilogy, much to the Author’s Total Lack of Surprise.”

So anyway, I have 30,000 words (3/9 chapters of the first part) so far and as usual, no timeline for completing this story. But I’m definitely in too deep to back out now! My new approach to stories is to write the whole thing, then post week by week. So this one is still probably several months away at least...

But here’s a quick preview:

The list of things Shisui Uchiha regrets in his life is pretty small.

A handful of ill-considered one night stands, several embarrassing bets with members of his family, the summer he decided to turn emo, oh—and one particularly notable fuck-up early in his career that very nearly ended it prematurely. But, for the most part, it’s been smooth-sailing.

Sure, maybe the odd rival takes a pot shot at him here or there. Ancient booby traps try to kill him, or the local wildlife steps in where they’ve left off. He and spiders are categorically never going to get along. But he’s never had cause to regret his career itself. He loves everything about treasure hunting—the adventure, the danger, the intellectual challenge of it all. The way his heart races when he finds some ancient artifact supposedly lost for good.

So, all in all, his current position—perched twenty feet up a silk cotton tree in India, surrounded by about two-dozen armed thugs personally out for his blood—well, that’s just another day at the office.

Two of the men walk below Shisui’s hiding place and he holds his breath, watching. They’re thick-built meat-heads; improbable amalgams of every jackbooted thug to ever grace a movie screen, with jawlines Chuck Norris could break a fist on, and brows that would make a Neanderthal proud. Supressing the snicker that threatens to escape him at the thought, Shisui wonders where Gato keeps finding these idiots. Some sort of steroid-fuelled body building conference maybe…

Comfortable they’re far too stupid to realise he’s here, he swings his legs back and forward, checking his bag to make sure his prize is still undamaged. Thankfully, despite having beaten a hasty retreat through the crowded city streets, the jewel-encrusted golden elephant winks up at him like a winning lottery ticket. One that’s going to pay for fancy canapes, champagne and extra leg room on Shisui’s flight home. Then a lot more afterwards.

But karma, as they say, is a bitch.

And karma, for Shisui, makes itself known in the form of a fluffy grey creature that plops down onto the branch beside him, joined in short order by half a dozen other partners in crime. At first, the macaque just fixes its intelligent gaze on Shisui, as though assessing what to do with him. Then, one very pregnant pause later, after the apparent realisation that no food is immediately forthcoming, the ringleader opens its mouth and screams. Loudly.

Shit.

“No, shhh…” Shisui orders in a loud whisper. “Oh come on, don’t be an asshole.”

The screaming continues, soon swelling to a cacophony as the others join in.

“Shoo!” he pleads, waving his arms around to try and scare them off. “I’ll buy you bag of bananas or something when I get down from here, just please shut up…”

But the little bastards don’t stop and, if anything, Shisui’s heated objection only seems to be pissing them off more. Which is fantastic, because truly the last thing he needs today is to catch rabies or—

From the bottom of the tree, someone clears their throat. “Ahem.”

Or that.

It’s smug, officious, and quite frankly, about the last voice Shisui wants to hear right now. Every part of him sinks. On reflection, maybe it was a bit arrogant to think he wouldn’t have been followed to the temple. To think he was just going to walk in, pilfer a several-centuries old treasure, and walk out again, a comfortable five-figure sum the richer for it.

But then, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Sighing, he looks down to see his least-favourite human approximation of a turd. “Gato.”

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favourite globe-trotting Uchiha. Fancy seeing you here,” Gato says, appearing inordinately pleased. His trademark sunglasses sit awkwardly atop his bulbous nose, straddling a pencil moustache that looks like a worm met its unfortunate end on his face some years ago, and he never bothered to wipe it off.

For reasons he can’t currently articulate, it annoys the shit out of Shisui. Possibly because if there’s anything he hates more than someone getting the better of him, it’s someone who’s as much of a fucking waste of space as Gato getting the better of him.

“Yeah well, you know how it is,” he says, glancing around for a quick exit. “Ancient treasures to find, damsels in distress to rescue…”

But unfortunately, the crowd of highly armed men around Gato is growing by the second, and Shisui’s options are looking somewhat thin on the ground. At least, all the ones that don't end with him riddled in bullet holes. Damn macaques…

Gato grins. In the pre-monsoon heat, sweat rolls down his neck and spreads like an oily stain across his collar. “Oh, I’m well aware of how you operate... You’re a businessman, just like me. Always taking jobs for the highest bidder.” Before Shisui can open his mouth to disagree, Gato holds up a hand, adding, “I know, I know… you don’t see yourself that way. Moral code or whatever it is you like to call it. But in reality, the only difference between us is that you have the air of legitimacy that comes with an academic backing, whereas I’m willing to admit what I really want.”

“And what do you want, Gato?” Shisui asks flatly, already knowing the answer. The tired old game they’re playing here.

“That trinket you have in your bag.” Gato licks his lips, as though he can taste the champagne he’s going to be drinking once he returns the statue to whoever hired him, to disappear into some private collection, never to see the light of day again.

“What do I get in return?” Shisui asks, even though it’s obvious from Gato’s expression that he’s not going to like it, whatever it is.

A mirthless laugh assaults his ears. “I’ll let you live to cross paths with me another day.”

As offers go, it’s not very believable. But as much as Shisui hates to admit when his luck’s run out, even he can see the writing on the wall. Today really isn’t his day. Sure, he might trust Gato about as far as he could throw him, but even Gato isn’t stupid enough to shoot him on a main street, in broad daylight. Probably…

Retrieving the golden elephant from his bag, Shisui tosses it carefully down.

Turning the trinket over in his hands, Gato lets out a hum of appreciation. “Very nice. My client will be pleased.” He hands it off to one of his many thugs to box up, then peers back through the branches, looking more like a slug than Shisui would ever have thought possible. Reinforcing the impression, his lips twist with a slimy smile. “Well, as always, it’s been nice doing business with you Shisui. But I think, unfortunately, you’ve caused me trouble for the last time.”

Far too pleased for Shisui’s taste, Gato steps back, raising his hand in a gesture that looks awfully like it’s intended as a final farewell. Or a smug ‘fuck you.’ Either way, the message is perfectly clear.

Shisui rolls his eyes, mentally scratching off another predictable villainous turn on his treasure hunting bingo card. “All right,” he calls after Gato’s retreating back. “Nice doing business with you too! See you next time...” Under his breath he mutters, “Asshole…”

Truly, Gato doesn't have an original bone in his body. It's like he once read The Idiots Guide to Being a B-Grade Movie Villain, then internalised it on the spot to make up for a lack of anything remotely resembling a personality. But, pathetic imitation of a villain or not, his bullets are still effective.

The leaves around him shred beneath the pop, pop of gunfire as Shisui sucks in a rushed breath, bracing himself for what he’s about to do. The branch wobbles precariously beneath his feet as he races along it, pushing off into air that rushes past, disconcerting and empty. The slender gap to the building seems to widen to the span of a gaping abyss—

He hits the rail of the apartment with thud, clambering quickly over it to fall on his back on the balcony, winded, but mercifully unharmed. A macaque peers over the guttering at him, with a leering grin that clearly threatens more screaming.

“Don’t you start,” he warns, waggling a finger at it.

But there’s barely a moment to catch his breath before the sound of splintering wood below indicates another problem. Or an extension of the same one. Bounding to his feet, Shisui scoops up his hat, settles it back on his head, and checks over the railing. A bullet clips the plaster nearby—a pretty good indication that Gato’s men have every idea where he’s gone. That, combined with the way they’re currently pushing through the lower doors to the complex probably doesn’t mean anything good for him.

“Shit,” he announces to no one in particular. It’s times like these he really wishes he carried a gun…

Forcing his way into the mercifully empty apartment off the balcony, Shisui slips quickly through it. Cracking open the door on the far side, he checks the coast is clear. It is.

Of course, it doesn’t stay that way for long. Halfway along the open air corridor, there’s a cry of discovery from his pursuers, followed by more shooting. Seriously, why are the bad guys always bringing guns to Shisui’s knife fights?

Ducking, he runs faster, bursting into another apartment filled with hazy cigarette smoke and shocked faces before finally making it to an exterior stairwell on the far side. Looking at the next building over, it’s immediately apparent the gap is way too far for him to use the same trick he did before. But with Gato’s men advancing on him from below, maybe he can just make it to street level and bypass them altogether…

A thicket of power cables criss-crosses the span between the buildings, with one nearby running almost to the level of the shop awnings below. Sending a rash of silent prayers to whatever gods take care of Indian power line maintenance, Shisui detaches a length of rope from his belt and flings it over the wire, gripping each side like a makeshift zipline. Holding his breath, he pushes off into empty space. To his surprise and considerable delight, the line holds.

It sweeps him across the street, picking up more and more speed, until the side of the other building is rushing at him like—

Shit.

He impacts it with his shoulder, coming to an uncomfortable and jarring stop. Pain shoots down his arm and he lets go of the rope, crashing through a fabric awning and landing ungracefully in a huge stack of bagged flour. Dust floats down around him and Shisui groans, moving each of his limbs in turn. By some miracle, nothing seems broken. Not even his tantō in its leather holster at his back.

Oh well. Fall down seven times, stand up eight…

Apparently his exit was none too subtle though, because Gato’s men are leaning over the stairwell railing, yelling and pointing at the mess he’s made. Dragging himself to his feet, Shisui evades an angry store owner, brushes flour off of his clothes and resumes running for his life.

Never let anyone say archaeology is boring.

As he emerges back onto the main street, searching for quick and easy exit, the sound of screeching brakes and angry honking carries from the road. Cutting a wild path through traffic is an old open-top olive-drab Jeep with several gold charms dangling from its rear-view mirror. It jerks to a stop just before hitting Shisui, both side wheels riding up on the curb.

“Need a ride?” the female driver asks, grinning.

Her windswept hair hangs past the fashionable silk scarf tied at her neck. Unmanicured nails wrap around the slender metal of the steering wheel, like they couldn’t be more at home there. They’re a stark contrast with the cream suit linen she’s wearing, rolled up neatly to her elbows. Speckled with dirt, it looks like she’s probably travelled halfway across the country to be here, and been up to her elbows in the grease of the Jeep’s engine at some point to do it. She’s a walking contradiction—albeit one Shisui is delighted to see.

“Izumi!” he exclaims happily.

Eyes sparkling, she waves. “Hey.”

“I thought you were practicing on the course in Reno this weekend… What’re you doing here?”

A shot rings out, kicking up dust near one of the tyres. Glancing behind him, Izumi rolls her eyes, reaching across to throw open the door. “What am I always doing? Saving your ass, you idiot... Now get in before one of us gets shot, or I have to find out whether my rental insurance covers illegal firefight damage.”

#uchiha shisui #uchiha izumi #future shisuita #new story #my art #really having fun writing this one #I'm such a sucker for adventure movies #and snarky team banter #and this combines both #aaaaand we've just been thrown into another covid lockdown #so more writing time here I come!#Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails,

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway”

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes…

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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y’all know that dialogue from the beginning of episode 4 where you talk to Mathieu? the one where you can ask if he wants to reenact Titanic with you? yeah well i’m still salty we didn’t actually get to do that so i’m fixing it with some added self-indulgent headcanons for good measure (in second person format of course because i exclusively write and read x reader fic LMAO) headcanons will be under the cut!!

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“Want to come to the front of the ship with me and yell ‘I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!’?” Mathieu merely blinked in response to your suggestion, arching an eyebrow at you.

“...No? Why would I do that?” You were honestly surprised at how unenthused with the idea he was. The only other earthling in the entirety of El and didn’t event want to reenact Titanic with you! The audacity!

“Because it’s fun! Why else?” Mathieu clearly disagreed with your reasoning, narrowing his eyes at you skeptically. “Fine, be that way. I’m going to go bask in Leonardo DiCaprio’s glory all by myself, and I’m going to have a great time.” With that, you left the brunette standing on the ship’s deck. You made your way to the bow. Standing at the edge, you sucked in a deep breath of air, sticking your arms out.

“I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!”

Mathieu:

Still as unimpressed as when you proposed the idea, to be honest. But he respects that you have the gumption to go through with it.

You glance behind you when you’re done and stick your tongue out at him before smiling triumphantly.

It’s contagious, he’ll admit...he can’t help but smile back. Maybe it would’ve been fun to join in, if only to see that smile up close...

And the way the wind is blowing through your hair is quite pretty, too...

It’s only when you wink at him that he realizes he’s been caught staring.

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he looks away, running a hand through his hair in that way he always does. This time, though, there is a noticeable sheepishness in the gesture that isn’t usually present.

Later you tease him about it, saying he should’ve thrown his ego away and joined you if he was just going to watch all the fun you were having and shoot envious eyes from the sidelines the whole time!

Yeah...that’s definitely why he was staring...cough...

Lance:

Literally what in the name of fuck are you doing? - his inner monologue

AT FIRST

He’s an observant man; he looks around for context. Honestly, the way Mathieu is rolling his eyes and Koori is laughing at the scene makes him think you lost a bet of some sort and were purposefully embarrassing yourself.

But before he can think any more on the matter, you turn around with this brilliant smile on your face.

(heart eyes.jpg) It’s such a far cry from the sides of you he has seen up until now; he’s only ever seen you distressed or enraged...both of which were due to his actions and presence.

Seeing the crinkle of your eyes when you’re genuinely happy is new and, dare he say it...intriguing. Beautiful, even.

But then the sun hits your hair just right and you almost have a halo around you and suddenly he remember who he is looking at: the savior of El, the hero who saved the entire world...from him. And he remembers he has no right to be looking at you like this, to be peering in on your moment of joy. So he looks back out over the horizon instead.

Leiftan:

Ah, there’s the Y/N he knows. Always there to bring levity to his aching heart.

...Even if he has no idea what the fuck you’re doing.

Just be careful, please!! Don’t topple over the edge of the ship!! He’s a worrywart, be patient with him.

If he weren’t in self-imposed ‘all things to do with Y/N’ exile, he’d be heading right over to ask just what the hell you were doing.

But then the wind rustles your hair and you turn around, resting your elbows on the railing, and oh...the sunlight creates a halo around your head as you close your eyes, clearly enjoying the salty sea air.

Mans about to have a heart attack! You look just as stunning as you did the day he lost you (and himself but he doesn’t really care about that part) to the crystal.

He can literally feel your angelic aura singing, calling out to him in that moment, but he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes it off. He has sworn off anything of the sort. No matter how mesmerizing you are, he can’t give in...(yet)

Nevra:

“Good to know you’re taking this mission seriously, Y/N.”

We’ve got a Debbie Downer on our hands, folks! Ugh! (Just say, “You weren’t as much of a party pooper before I died for seven years.” That’ll shut him up!)

“I’ll have you know I am taking this perfectly seriously,” you turn your body around to face him, and he resists the urge to smile at the grin you meet his gaze with. “In fact, what I just did is a tradition on Earth for sailors. It promotes safe travels.”

“Is that so?” As you nod assuredly, the vampire rolls his eyes. He knows you’re bluffing...but he’ll still probably ask Mathieu about it later. When you’re out of earshot, of course.

“I learned from the best that having a little fun on missions never hurt anyone,” you say, thinking back to your first few missions with him, back before the crystal. Back when he was...different.

“And I learned that it can kill,” argumentative as always, he was...you sighed. Seven years in a coma and your favorite mischief buddy had shoved a stick up his ass while you were gone! Damn.

He noticed the disappointment in your eyes, then, as the sun vanished behind a cloud. Shit. He didn’t...he never meant...ugh. “...If the journey to Genkaku goes well, I suppose your sailor’s tradition will be proven to work.” He was happy to see your face light up the slightest bit at his peace offering.

“It’s gonna be smooth sailing from here on out, and I’m gonna rub it in your face after.” “I look forward to it,” despite himself, his lips tilted upwards the slightest bit. He felt lighter, much more ready to face the mission ahead...as well as your teasing if you were right about the trip in the end.

Koori (because I’m gay and I love her):

Stands next to Mathieu and laughs. Like a lot. What can she say? What you’re doing is already funny enough, but the fact it’s making Mathieu facepalm is just the perfect cherry on top!

She loves when you get mischievous like this. She happily approaches you to ask what you’re doing.

“I’m reenacting a human movie by myself since Mathieu is too much of a coward to join me.” (There’s a clear “Hey!” in the background but the two of you mutually elect to ignore it.)

“Is this the same movie with the Let It Go song Mathieu likes to sing?” She asks, and you laugh. “No, but is it probably just as famous. It’s about a huge cruise ship that sank.”

“Don’t tell me you just set us up to get swallowed by the ocean!” Her ears pressed down to her head as she joked with you. She watched you laugh, the sun shining off your hair and creating a slight halo effect. It kind of reminded her of when she was able to create that illusion of your angel powers for you, only much, much prettier...

She asks for you to tell her all about the Titanic “so we can avoid the same fate,” but in reality she just wants to stare at you in this lighting, in this moment, for longer.

Soon enough the two of you are sat on the stairs to the bow while you blabber on the whole story. She watches the way your eyes light up as you recount the dramatic bits and smiles. You’re so cute. You’ll make this rough journey easier on her, she’s sure of it.

#woo! my best writing done during an accidental all-nighter #as usual #eldarya #eldarya headcanons #posts #my writing #beemoov #mathieu #lance #nevra #leiftan #koori #eldarya new era

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