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karimwillia · 6 months

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Our Little Secret 🤫 Pt. 2

“It's on everybody's mind, about you and I They think so, but they don't really know”

Warnings: Teen AU

The week was turning out to be perfect. The pair quickly got into a routine. AZ’s alarm is smooth jazz that gently wakes them at 5:30am. From there they both get up to do some working out. Ri used the time to get film because AZ already had the home gym area equipped with a trampoline, and tumbling mats for Ri to do her cheer stunts on. AZ is a martial artist so she uses the time to get into shape. She is a 2nd Degree Black belt in Taekwondo, and lower ranking belts in Judo and Ju-Jitsu. AZ has competed in a few international competitions and won. She is also internationally ranked. All things no one knows at school. After workouts they shower and find clothes to match each other somehow. They do something for the day normally with friends, they then come home help cook, watch a movie and settle in for the night. The domestic life suits them; they can hug, touch, kiss, and cuddle with no limit. It's heaven.

A smooth jazz version of ICU is playing. AZ stirs awake with Ri in her arms not wanting to move “Baby come on time for workouts.” Ri scrunches her face with a whine. “Mmm not today let’s stay in bed.” AZ chuckles. “Why Baby you never want to stay in bed?” Ri finds AZ’s lips with her eyes closed pecking them. “I know but it’s day three and I just want to make this the longest week ever. If we never get it up, we will have a longer day.” “Baby that is not how that works but I will stay in bed with you. I like it here.” Ri licks her tongue along AZ’s jaw. “It is how it works.” AZ bites Ri’s cheek with no teeth in return. “You just licked me so you could be right. That’s not fair. If we never get up I won’t have to take you on the date I have planned.” Ri pops her head up and grins. “A date!? Oh yes please I want to have you on my arm so bad. Where are we going!? I don’t need anyone…” AZ cuts Ri off with a kiss to calm her. “Baby we are heading out of town for the day. Michigan City is about an hour away. They have a small zoo and some art galleries. We can make a day trip and no one will be there. Pack a bag.”

The girls pack and AZ gets behind the wheel to head out. “AZ Auntie is calling.” “Thank you Griot answer.” Holding hands over the armrest both girls smile as Okoye’s voice fills the car over the speakers. “Ahhh you two did not make this bed before you left. We have not hired the maid yet and Shuri Azari, you know better.” Both of them wince at the tone of Auntie’s voice. The girls have basically been living in AZ’s room like a small apartment so they have been lacking in the tidying up department. They will have to find a better cleaning routine. Okoye was not pleased at all by the unmade bed and blankets all over the couch. “Auntie, we are so so sorry. AZ and I were just in a rush. I wanted to spend this time with her, but I will personally clean the room top to bottom when we get back.” Ri always had a way with words that always made people forget what they were angry with her about. Okoye sighed knowing that this time is precious for them but still they have to do better. “Ahhh ok but as soon as you step foot in this house you will clean. As a matter of fact it will be Azari who does it. Be safe my iintsana.” With no verbal protest AZ shakes her head in disbelief how is it all on her?

The phone hangs up and the music starts up once more. SZA’s Snooze is playing over the speaker and AZ brings Ri’s hand to her mouth to kiss it. “You would be one hell of a lawyer, how did you sway her to give me the punishment? Also you smell like me.” Ri smiles warmly with no teeth. “I may have sprayed your cologne. I love to have it on me. But I don’t know how I just appealed to her nature. Auntie knows we don’t get the same freedom to date so I just made her feel bad.” Ri and AZ start to laugh. “Oh that is so wrong but soon no one will have a say in your life my Love. You will be 18 with money and a place to stay. We can love and live all we want then.” Ri huffs she hates this topic because while she understands the logic she wants to defy the logic. “AZ please I don’t care about being 18 if they kick me out they kick me out. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you. It hurts to act as if I don’t know you are at school or on the street. It hurts that I have to fear someone “outing me” to people who barely know me, let alone care for me. In order to be with you.” Tears start to well in her eyes. This has always been a conversation but AZ honestly does not want to convince her to wait anymore either.

The logic has been wearing thin over the past few months for AZ as well. She has only been trying to stick with her same song and dance to hide her true feelings. Losing T’Challa left her reeling and not having the ONE person she wanted by her side tore her apart. The emotions of grief were hard enough so the emotions of missing her girlfriend had to take a back seat. This has been causing her to resent everyone, especially Ri’s parents. In the moment of seeing her Love cry AZ could not hold back anymore. Pulling over into a rest stop AZ gets out of the car and walks over to Ri’s side with no words spoken. She just simply opens the door and pulls her girlfriend firmly into a hug. One they both needed. “If you no longer want to hide then we do not have to. I long to love you out loud so much Ri so whatever you want to do we will do it. I just need a few weeks to figure out how to protect your share of the company and money.” Ri cry’s softly into AZ's chest. “Baby I want to come out to my family, nothing crazy and I want to have pictures of us on social media.” She laughs at how almost silly it sounds. AZ cups her face kissing her sweetly. “We can do that in two weeks. Give me two weeks. I will post you every hour.” They dry their tears and continue to Michigan City.

The date was amazing. AZ arranged for them to have a pottery class, dinner and a walk along the lake at Washington Park. They held hands and kissed so many times Ri’s lips were numb. On the beach cuddled up they got a little more hot kissing a little longer than normal. It was getting dark so they thought it was fine only a few people walked by. Unknown to them Viv AZ’s arch nemesis and Ri’s frenemy was recording a live. All hell was about the break loose.

“Hey all out in boring ass Michigan City my family forced me out here to spend the evening. People are so gross it’s a couple out here kissing let’s get a look. Oh oop…is that who I think it is. A FREAK and Rihanna Williams out here kissing oh wow!!!” Viv zooms in, getting a clear view of them to the point they cannot deny it’s them. AZ and Ri both get a call at that same moment. It is Miles and MJ respectively. They are warning them in shock AZ calmly gets up and walks over to Viv who she sees maybe 20 yards away now that she is paying attention. AZ walks up and with no hesitation grabs the phone and shuts off the live.

Viv scrams. “You weirdo give me my phone! I will press charges for property damage if you break it!” AZ has a look of pure hate for Viv in her eyes. “No…” Rihanna speaks over AZ stopping the entire confrontation. “Vivian Greene you clout chasing bitch. She didn’t break it nor will she. You are weird for filming people without permission. That’s a criminal offense but we all know you are not new to being in trouble with the law.” Handing her back the phone. Ri stares at Viv with a smirk.

Notifications from everyone are going wild in Viv’s dms but the live’s recording has already been wiped. Viv smirks back, “Maybe so but you would never want your parents to find out about your little relationship. It’s honestly sick.” AZ steps up even though she would never use her skills to hurt someone she will use them to protect. “Vivian, you have two seconds to back away from Ri. Or I will just have to move you. The video was live so it may have already reached her parents. Just know that my lawyers will have contact with you soon about this matter.”

Viv glared at AZ and backed up seeing how muscular AZ actually is. “I hope they disown you for good Ri. You could have had any boy in the school but you wanted this thing!” AZ’s face is stern; she is ready to drop Viv if she takes one step. “Viv you’re just mad it isn’t you I chose or do you not remember the time you tried to kiss me in 8th grade. Also where is your daughter? Or are you still going with her being your sister?”

Viv stared at Ri with a mixture of embarrassment and hatred. “So what? She may be my child but at least I’m not gay!” Riri stands there with a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh so not only being denied a kiss by me in the 8th grade but having a threesome with a girl and the boy you got pregnant by is not at least bisexual? That’s cute.” Viv backs up more. “Fine Williams you win but I also hope you are prepared for your Mommy and Daddy to be on your case.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi

#shuri x riri #shuriri #fanfic #fanfiction #riri x shuri #riri williams #shuri udaku #black panther #Spotify

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super-predictable98 · 6 months

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Glass and Gold Child

Chapter 1: One Day in the Life of Alex Yates

Word Count: 2 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol abuse

a/n: Hello everyone! In my mission to write as many Michael and David characters as I can, here's another effort: a wee rewrite of There She Goes with my OC.

2015:

Simon had been trying to get Rosie to calm down all morning. Ben just watched that disaster unfold while their father tried to drag her back from the park to have dinner.

"Where's your sister when we need her?" Simon groaned, pulling Rosie away from a car that she ran to because the license plate had a big X on it, her absolute favorite.

"What's going on?" Alex asked when she came back from her judo practice. She still wore her white trousers with a black tank top and her brown belt wrapped around her waist.

"Fuck, Alexandra, there you are! Can you…?"

"Hey, Rosie!" She greeted with a big smile.

"X! X!" The little girl called.

"That's me, come on, are you gonna be good or will I have to give these wotsits to Dad?"

Rosie let out a happy screech when she saw the blue package and reached for it. It was never too quiet around her, she was always making noises to communicate, but those happy noises were always welcome.

She took the snack from Alex and gave her older sister a clumsy hug.

"Can you say thank you?" Alexandra asked.

In response, Rosie did the sign in BSL and her sister ruffled her hair.

"You're a miracle worker," Simon sighed as they walked from the park. "You can't be going around and leaving us alone. She needs you."

"You hear how insane that sounds, Dad?" Ben chuckled. "She's not her mum, besides, she was at practice not even hanging out."

"Not helping, Ben," he hissed.

"It went well then?" Emily, the matriarch of the family, asked while she prepared the food.

"As well as it can go," Simon murmured, watching the kids get around the table. "I was thinking, what if we never send Alex to college?"

"What? Are you insane?"

"You know what I mean! Sometimes she's the only one who can calm Rosie down and can you imagine the epic meltdown that Darwin's little exception is gonna have when her big sis moves out?"

"Simon, we can't just ask Alex not to live her life. We're their parents, it's our job to look after them, not hers."

"Now you just sound like Ben!"

"Because even an 11-year-old boy has more common sense than you! She's 17, she'll leave eventually, we're gonna have to make it work."

"Remember when it was just her?" Simon smiled.

"When you were not a total prick? Yeah, I remember."

2001:

"Where's Daddy?" Alexandra asked, crawling on the floor, even after she learned how to walk, she still loved to crawl.

"He's coming home, remember when I told you about Daddy working to buy your Christmas presents?" Emily picked up her little girl and kissed her forehead. "Why do you love Daddy so much? Can't it be Mummy?"

"No! Only Daddy," Alex laughed at her mother's expression when she said that.

"Where are my girls?" Simon opened the door and opened his arms to take his daughter. "There's my little princess! How you doing, sweet pea?"

"Good! I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" He bounced her and kissed all over her chubby little cheeks. "Oh, there's my queen."

"Good one," Emily laughed. "She's been talking about you all day, she's a little chatterbox."

"Aww but that's cute! Remember when she'd speak full sentences before she could even walk? It was a nice party trick."

"I know, and it's cute, but I do hope our next daughter is less chatty. For my sanity."

"I heard that!" Alex gasped.

"See, now you hurt my little princess!" Simon joked. "Can you get me a beer, Em?"

"Noooo I don't like beer Daddy," the little girl cried.

"Wow, that is not concerning at all…" Emily arched an eyebrow. "Did Daddy ever hurt you after drinking beer?"

"Only on the inside…"

"No! I'm not-! You meant your heart, right? I hurt your feelings?" Simon asked, panicked.

"Yeah, you were mean."

"See, Em? Never say that again, sweetie, people might get the wrong idea and then they'll take Daddy to jail. Is that what you want?"

"No! We need to watch Barbie and the Nutcracker!"

"Good girl, if Daddy's in jail he can't watch Barbie and the Nutcracker with you."

2006:

"HIYAAAAAA!" Alex jumped on her father's stomach after bringing him to the floor with a rather flawless valley drop.

"Jesus Christ! That's what we're paying for? For you to learn how to kill your father in karate?" Simon groaned, curling up into a ball.

"It's judo, Daddy!" She laughed.

"Oh pardon me, I wouldn't wanna be rude to the little girl who just broke my ribs. You're always complaining I'm not home enough and when I am, you just wanna punish me."

Alexandra frowned and wrapped her little arms around him, kissing his cheek. She did complain because ever since her mum got pregnant, she would barely see him at all.

He was always 'at work' or with his friends and whenever she saw him, it was beer Daddy, not the one she loved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna hurt you."

"Hey, sweetheart, it's okay," Simon assured, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy's sorry, okay? I wish I could be home more, but- it's hard to explain, my baby. Sometimes grown-ups do silly things even when they know it's wrong and then when they try to undo it, they can't right away. But I promise I'll make it better."

"Are you and Mummy getting divorced?"

"Why did you have to be such a smart girl?" He sighed. "I don't know, darling, I don't want to, but sometimes it's what's best for mummies and daddies."

"And then we'll never see you again?"

"Of course you'll see me, Alex! Even if one day I'm no longer Mummy's husband, I'm still your and your siblings' daddy, that'll never change. You're stuck with me for life, kiddo. Is that okay? You being stuck with your old man?"

"That's okay," Alex smiled. "I wanna come live with you if you leave."

"Why is that, princess?" Simon sat up, a bit worried that she'd given that whole thing so much thought. She shouldn't be pondering on that sort of thing.

"Because Mummy loves Rosie more. She only ever holds Rosie and talks to Rosie and about Rosie."

"Awww Alex, that's not true," he took her in his arms, stroking her long dark waves. "Mummy is only busy with Rosie because she was just born. She's just a little baby and she was born really small, she needs attention."

"I know, but when Ben was born, it wasn't like that. Mummy still loved me when he was a baby."

"Mummy still loves you now, sweetie, don't worry. But if you ever wanna come live with me, that'll be okay and… I mean, not that we're actually getting divorced. That's not happening as far as I'm concerned. Okay?"

"Okay… is it time to go to judo yet?"

"Yeah, it's time, come on."

Simon grabbed her Barbie backpack with her uniform and a little snack.

"Are you gonna stay and watch me?" Alex asked hopefully.

"I can't, sweetie. Daddy's meeting Aunt Helen, but I'll be there when you're done," Simon picked her up and looked up the stairs. "Em! I'm taking the little monster to judo!"

Father and daughter took the train, as Simon wouldn't learn how to drive to save his life, and he dropped her off at her class.

Alex saw Daddy leave and wanted to cry, to scream about how he never sat to watch her practices anymore like the other parents did, but she didn't. She was brave and put on her uniform all by herself.

She diligently got through her class and changed back into her street clothes, excited to tell her father that she was getting a new belt soon.

"Hey, I'm getting the yellow-orange belt, Daddy. It means I'm halfway to getting my orange belt which is my favorite color! I can't wait!" She whispered to herself as she sat right outside the dojo with the other kids.

One by one, the kids were picked up by their parents, but Alexandra stayed there, swinging her little legs and rehearsing what to say to Dad when he finally arrived.

"Yeah, she's still here," the sensei said into the phone. "Don't worry, I know you have a new baby at home, Mrs. Yates, I can drive her. It's no problem."

Alex never got to say her perfectly rehearsed lines celebrating her new achievement. She sat in silence the entire car ride back to her house and when her mother opened the door, she burst into tears.

"Hey, hey sweetie, it's okay," Emily hugged her after putting Rosie down in the crib. "Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry you were scared."

"I wasn't scared! He didn't come and he told me he would! Why won't anyone love me anymore?" Alexandra hit her head on the wall a few times before her mother could catch her.

"Mum? Why is Al hurting herself? Don't hurt yourself, Al!" Ben whispered, bringing her a pillow.

"Hear that? Your brother is worried about you, he loves you and so do I, so does Rosie, so does Daddy. And your grandparents, Aunt Soph…"

"Daddy doesn't love me, he left me there. He's not my daddy anymore!"

"It's not true, Al, you're his precious little princess and he just made a mistake. He forgot he was supposed to be there or he missed the train- the point is, everyone makes mistakes," Emily said even though she was also furious with her husband and that was far from his first fuck up. "Tell me how was class, let me make you something to eat."

"I get a yellow-orange belt next week, I'm not hungry," Alex said while she stomped up the stairs to get to her bedroom.

She hid in there all afternoon and when it was almost time to sleep, the door slowly opened and Simon came in stumbling over himself.

"Mummy just told me what happened, I'm so sorry, my pumpkin pie. I lost track of time, when I realized it was already eight," he slurred.

"Get out of here! You stink, I hate beer Daddy! I hate all daddies! I hate you!"

"I understand, I get it. I love you though and I'm really sorry," he said, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "Mum told me you're getting a new belt? That's exciting, you're one closer to orange, your favorite."

"Whatever, if you cared you would've watched me."

"I swear, I promise next week I'll be there to see it."

"No, you won't! I don't believe you anymore. Go away, I'm going to sleep."

2015:

"That is my monster, it's ears are so fluffy!" Alex read and closed the book. "Now, my little monster Rosie, it's time for bed."

The noise her sister made was indication she wasn't happy about it.

"I know, I know you don't want to. But let me tell you something. I know you can't talk, but you understand me, right? You get what X is saying?"

Rosie didn't nod or give any proof that it was true, but she stared directly at Alex, she was listening.

"If you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can play with the nice monsters and Hippo in dreamland. Right here," she touched Rosie's head. "Don't you wanna play with Hippo and the monsters from the book? Yeah, I know. So please, close your eyes and sleep, alright? I love you, pretty girl."

When Alexandra put up the gate to stop her sister from leaving the room, she noticed her parents were watching from afar.

"Sorry, I'm gonna go wash the dishes now," she chuckled, knowing she was behind on her chores.

"No! Don't you dare, Alex," Emily hugged her tightly. "You help more than enough and honestly I feel bad about it sometimes. Daddy will do the dishes."

"What? Why me?" Simon yelped. "I mean, yeah, I agree she shouldn't have to after getting Rosie to sleep, but why me?"

"Because you're a lazy arse," Alexandra laughed.

"You know what? Let's just order some pizza and relax while we have a little time," Emily suggested.

"Ah come on! We order pizza every week, let's have something different," Simon wrapped his arms around each of them.

"I don't think lazy arses have the right to decide," Alex laughed. "Come on, let's play a game while we wait. Oh! And remember tomorrow everyone needs to come to the gym, I'm getting my black belt!"

"Don't worry, princess, we'll all be there for you," he smiled.

#there she goes #there she goes fanfic #david tennant fanfic #simon yates #fanfic #au #oc

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pink-envelope · 1 year

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👊MysMes Could I kick their ass? 👊

Yoosung: Yes but at what cost? Why would I? I'm angry at the world but never you, baby boy.

Zen: Not entirely. Zen would block and defend himself a lot more than Yoosung would because he knows how to + he's agile from stage work. I'm a woman so he wouldn't fight back but he'd get roughed a little before tiring me out and finding a way to stop my bullshit.

Jaehee: NO WAY IN HELLLLLLL. Jaehee is a black belt in Judo, if I came at her she'd snatch me by the wrist and have me on the ground with all the air knocked out of me SO quick.

707: No. We learn in various points of story that Seven's a lot more physically capable than he looks and man's always ready to fight for his life. I'd have to get the mental edge on him just to make the first swing hit but after that I'd have to continue fighting dirty just to not lose SO fast.

Jumin: I THINK I CAN? he works out but I don't think he got trained at all to defend himself, this is assuming no body guards are there to stop the fight. He has people to fight for him, I think I can get his ass 1v1.

V: 1000% and he'd let me, he would be too afraid to defend himself too vigorously lest he hurt me back so it'd be fast and he'd be ok simply because it would bum me out how quickly he gives in. Love yourself, bebe 💔.

Saeran: I don't think so? I feel like he'd be too unpredictable to get the jump on. I'm assuming he's decently strong and just as feral in a fight as I am. Depending on what version of him I'm against I'm either getting pinned or curb stomped.

Rika: Yes, I know baby girl cannot fight. My mental illness is stronger, beloved.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #hyun ryu #saeran choi

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heyheydidjaknow · 10 months

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Hey, how's your fancy little otome project going bestie

My life is going to be shorter because of my silly lil otome project. I don’t think I’ll be able to share what I’m done here at any point— honestly, I don’t think people here specifically would care to see it— but I’m using this opportunity to do a fun thing for me.

Mystic Messenger Love Interests Ranked By How Likely I Would Be To Encourage My Friend To Dump Their Ass (From Least To Most Likely)

Jaehee Kang: I have no complaints about a motivated career woman who likes musicals and is freaked out by understandably strange things. Black belt in Judo? Green flag: girl knows how to defend herself and you. I would wish you (you are my friend in this scenario by the way) the best with your coffee shop adventures and only judge you a little for entering into a business with a woman you just let.

Hyun “Zen” Ryu: He’s an alcoholic, smoking, struggling actor with an inflated ego but he seems to treat you well enough and he has the decency to offer his place to keep you away from the bomb apartment you decided to wander into so he’s okay. If he’s your type, he’s your type; who am I to judge?

Jihyun “V” Kim: His being in an organization named after his dead fiancé whose apartment you’re now living in is a bit unfortunate but he makes stable money and has cool hair and has only threatened your safety via negligence so he’s okay for now. Thin ice with that boy but he’ll slide for now.

Yoosung Kim: The first time you tell me he has compared you to his dead cousin is when he goes from a soft yes to a firm and definitive no. It’s one thing to compare someone you’re interested in to an ex, but comparing them to a family member puts you into a weirdly familial role that you shouldn’t be in. I understand he’s a cute subby softboy gamer but you can aim higher even amongst the singles in this pool.

Saeyoung “707” Choi: You met a man who didn’t tell you his name for the majority of your time together and let you stay in an apartment with a bomb in it that he installed even after his homicidal twin brother showed up and threatened to kill you and then treated you shitty because he couldn’t figure out his feelings and now wants you to risk your life to find said homicidal brother instead of waiting for him to come back from a dangerous mission that you have no business being a part of because of an e-relationship you had which consisted mostly of him telling you not to like him because he’s a walking red flag and exchanging memes? Oh, and he thought putting a bomb in an occupied apartment building was a good enough idea to put into action? Great idea, man; trauma’s the most solid foundation for a relationship.

Jumin Han: I know that you have a daddy kink. I am not kink-shaming you. I know you think he’s classy and funny. I will concede his suits are nice. This does not excuse your desire to stay with a man who is keeping you in his apartment against your will and is fully ready to keep you in a cage as a replacement for his cat. He treats the only for-sure green flag like shit and seemingly only likes you because you’re the first person to think he’s hot for reasons only tangentially related to his money. Do not wander into a random apartment twice. Get on Tinder and find yourself a better sugar daddy that knows what a safe word is and had friends.

Saeran “Ray” Choi: You want the physically abusive cult higher-up who kept you against your will in cult headquarters? The one who was nice to you for maybe half the time you knew him and then starved you until you put out? The one who just totally ignored your lack of consent and tried to arrange for your torture? Because you say he’s changed back into being a nice guy and was just being manipulated by magic juice? I don’t know how high he got you to let yourself get into a windowless van for a fun field trip to play some video games but it was apparently incredibly strong and should honestly be sold to the government. Send your address so I can come pick you up and get you laid so you never do that shit again.

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 6 months

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction Season 1, Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction

Defensive training time! The team are doing Karate together I only got to a yellow belt myself because of how expensive lessons were, but it was fun either way

"I flipped Lance easy, and I'm a girl" "I fall for girls" Lance just say you like women who can kill you Once again we see Allura pointing out the fact she's a lady,,, I will never get over the back handedness of those comments

Oh my bad it's Judo! I've never done that one before

Great, nanny and Coran are here to tell Allura she's being improper again, and he thinks it's a good idea to guilt-trip her with her dead dad dude when will you learn that you can't stop her, she's literally doing worse by being a solider, protecting herself is the least she should know since even her guards can't handle when Lotor is after her

More misogyny from the team, the show really do be a product of its time 💀

The one good thing Coran does is warn other people to get to safety, but then proceeds to say "it's nothing, definitely not weird that a freaky orange and red cloud is slowly spreading over the sky of Arus when it's noon" if he doesn't die of old age I'm killing him myself

Oh so the cloud is rapidly causing global warming, eco terrorism is horrifying

Why the hell is there a group of people washing themselves in the last remaining water of a boiled away lake? im not sure if dotu will ever answer that but golion will later on

robeast so hot it melts missiles, and the team is immediately going to fly up to it except allura can't launch because blue has no power from the surrounding water which got boiled away oh shit this is actually a good plan on Haggars part

Ooh we get to see a crystal that probably helps power blue lion! Maybe that's where the nexus idea in VF came from!

Alfor ex machina, i can't remember the last time we saw you but it's been a hot minute hasn't it

HOLY SHIT LORE Black gets powered by lightning/electricity, Red gets powered from the heat of lava/magma, Yellow is also magma but more earth dependent, Green is powered by wind, and blue obvs is powered by water like i knew all this already but i love the fact i get to listen to it now

Coran finally thinks of protecting Allura against Lotor and attacks through castle defenses,, except not that it works because Lotor just attacks Allura who is still stuck in her lion as long as she stays inside I assume she's safe but man she's not having a good day

Lance is a smart cookie! He plans to make a path with their own magnetic laser in order to get up to the robeast Now only if he made more plans like that, the fights would be easier me thinks

Lotor doesn't want to hurt Allura, yet actively sends missiles at blue lion while she can't move I hope your dad beats you ong

wait did the team not know that they needed water to launch blue? ok that makes sense actually since they don't know anything about the lions and their mystic nature kind of late in the episode to realize that though

GIRL WHY ARE YOU OPENING THE HATCH FOR THE MECHANICS OF BLUE TO LET WATER RUSH IN, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HOW IT WORKS BUT OK Blue lion is back anyway so I guess it worked

Voltron formed, robeast defeated, and global warming cloud dispersed, so water can come back, the GIF for this episode is going to be great

DAMN ZARKON TRASHING HIS SON FOR THINKING FOR HIS DICK AGAIN

"My beloved nincompoop" LMAOO

/episode end

Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Lotor has a nightmare about a woman he says is Allura but very obviously isn't, especially when she does fade into Allura's design, probably his mother This man really obsessed with Allura

PRINCESS CORRAL MY BELOVED, LOTOR IS A SLUT FOR TURNING HER DOWN SHE'S SO CUTE

"Stop whining, you have no feelings" -Zarkon get his ass

Lotor stop making batshit excuses for not marrying her, you'll be unhappy either way good god

At least Zarkon knows that he'll fail his mission against Arus, if he just held on a little longer lotor wouldn't be a problem but nope

Look at her, she's such a sweetie! She's even helping Lotor try to marry Allura, a mistake, but she's got her heart in the right place

"I want Allura to come willingly, [but] she lives in terror of my father" Lotor she's afraid of YOU, this is man is all kinds of delusional

Another flashback of the Not Allura woman, still think it's his mom, and she's definitely Arusian which is probably why Lotor has so much obsession for Allura

Flower picking time! Gotta give the pretty princess some pretty flowers to match! The boys are so wholesome

Ah, shit the cat fucked over a blue lion pilot again, what is with that cat against the color blue, now Allura is presumed dead and everyone is freaking out about it

Of course Keith pieces it together that she can't be dead as long as Lotor is still after her, which yeah makes sense but c'mon any other guy see through it please

Hunk makes a plan! Fake funeral for the princess to lure Lotor and Haggar out I'd love it if the team got more scenes like this, everyone is smart enough to contribute somehow

Oh shit Orla attended her funeral! That's nice to see

Keith you're such a simp for Allura, yes, yes we get it Allura is a girlboss and is an amazing leader

What a sweet idea, people throw flowers into Allura's casket and almost filled it to the brim maybe it's tradition for every Arusian, that'd be cool

Lotor hijacks the carriage Allura's casket is being transported in, sucks for him though BECAUSE PIDGE MANAGED TO HITCH A RIDE GET HIS ASS PIDGE

Rip Pidge gets used as a hostage EXCEPT ITS PIDGE VS HAGGAR AGAIN BECAUSE HE HAS A GRENADE ON HIM Oh god this kid is about to sacrifice himself if it means making sure Allura is safe and taking down one of the baddies, where's that post about dotu Pidge being suicidal

"I oughta feed you this" (proceeds to run at Lotor and Hagar with a live grenade) "PIDGE FOR PETES’S SAKE DITCH THE GRENADE" - Keith "WANNA SEE WITCHCRAFT?!" oh my god, everything is happening all at once

Grenade explodes, it was knocked out of pidge's hand beforehand, so he dove for Allura to protect her as best he could still so sweet even under all that pressure

Lotor and Haggar run away and Allura's awake, so all's well that ends well I guess Pidge finally gets a real kiss on the cheek from Allura, good for him

LOTOR STOP BULLYING CORRAL, SHE WANTED TO HELP BUT YOU FUCKED UP SO MARRY SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVES YOU YOU FOOL

/episode end

#voltron #voltron dotu #voltron defender of the universe #80s voltron #let’s rewind!#toast talks #I love the lore episodes #so many implications #Corral is too good for Lotor anyways #she should go get a real man

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skboba-stars · 6 months

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my geto suguro h/cs I def will add in my redemption/fix-it fic

Geto is biracial - either half Japanese and half Indian (from Udaipur), half Japanese half Filipino, or half Japanese and half Thai.

Geto being transfem and nb, using they/them and she/her pronouns preferably alongside he/him at times when they feel particularly dysphoric.

Them having two names - Suguru meaning 'excellence' and Chaitanya meaning 'intelligence'.

Geto being a religious polytheist and having a small shrine in their dorm room where they pray

They suffer from dulled senses since her parents used to have them get prescribed medications because of their 'hallucinations' and they were pressured to be 'perfect' in other aspects.

She had anorexia and bulimia for the longest time from about 13 to 23.

Geto is the eldest child and they have two younger siblings - a brother and sister. The two of them are much more pampered than her. Their siblings were treated much better than them, but they have a soft spot for them.

Geto's father's side of the family is made up of Hindus and Buddhists, so her father somewhat believed her but ultimately let them get medicated.

They love painting and art as well as reading manga with complex plotlines. It's how they vent.

They learnt how to embed seals into body art and she wears mehndhi all over her arms.

They are the gym girlie and enjoy working out. They got into it because of their family's stress.

Geto has two pet snakes and a pet fat tailed gecko.

They enjoy wearing modernized traditional attire and chunky shoes along with sharp eyeliner. Their piercings are either gold or black.

Geto's best friend is Yaga's daughter and a hijabi girl from Andra Pradesh who they met on a foreign mission. The three of them have 'girl nights' after they found out that most of the female and male students excluded Geto.

Poetry and novels are Geto's guilty pleasure. Some of their favorites are Mahmoud Darwish, Charlotte Bronte, and Yosano Akiko. They also enjoy reading epics.

Geto does MMA and specificallly has a black belt in taekwondo and vigorously practice kalaripattayu and jiujutsu alongside judo. They're a martial arts nerd.

They can absorb cursed energy at touch and warp it with enough energy. They can do this with a honed physicality that they work out to achieve.

Geto is known as one of the most beautiful sorcerers and multiple clans want to know who this mysterious 'strongest' is.

#fic ideas #geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaise headcanons #jujutu kaisen fics #geto suguru headcanons #fix-it fic #brainrot lmao

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Man, it’s been a long time since I got to do this.

Death Battle Season 10 is here and I got four fights researched. The first being the Atom. Now I did not grow up with Atom or know a lot about him. The most I did was his DCAU appearance and that one bit from Linkara. So for this I read as many Atom related comics I could find and presented my argument. So let’s talk about the things I found out.

THE GUY PICKED UP A CHUNK OF WHITE DWARF STAR! Before any of the super hero stuff, he picked up a chunk of white dwarf star and carried it to his car. He’s also a black belt in Judo and an Olympic Level Gymnast... And this was all prior to being a superhero. Like that is just nuts!

You remember Linkara being upset that Ray Palmer tortured a guy by growing inside a guy’s head? Well, in the Sword of Atom series, he was okay with killing because he was in a war. And when they all were taken away from him, he still had those violent tendencies. Like I found two creepy pictures that made me go “that’s the face of someone who would definitely torture a guy”.

So you think his adventures would be related to his size, right? Well, besides your usual “take down bad guys” his early adventures featured him going back to the past to do wacky stuff and bring back a souvenir for his scientist buddy who found a time pool. One of these stories led to the creation of Aladdin’s Lamp, because it was originally Al Atom.

Man, Palmer’s life is a rollercoaster of tragedy. He proposes to his girlfriend over 57 times and gets rejected. When he finally gets her, she cheats on him because he is so busy between science and hero-ing. Then he got stuck in the Amazon at a small size and presumed dead. He gets captured by warrior imps and forced to do his own take on World War Hulk. Find a girl. Loses said girl and family because the government wanted him back. Went on a murderless murder spree when he found out. Old wife wanted him back, killed the wife of an old friend to do so. Then he went to another realm to find a life where he could be happy. Only to find out there’s a super virus that will kill everyone. Tried to fix that, only for space observers to no longer observe and destroy his happy life. Best friend gets turned into a Black Lantern, new protege gets killed by Deathstroke, tries to get revenge but couldn’t...

Thankfully that last part got fixed because Ryan Choi was brought back to life and all it cost Ray was a hand. Which was thankfully fixed thanks to Ryan’s exclusive Mass Manipulation powers that allowed Ray to get his hand back and Deathstroke being Teen Titans Go Robin. Then the reboot happens where he’s still divorce, decided to stay in the Microverse, and had to deal with yet another psychopath who wanted to destroy everything.

This is Strobe, I mean Edg the Destroyer. That’s all.

There is this image I found that I believe is perfect meme material. There were so many times I wanted to use it. And now that I have, sadly not as much. Not many opportunities to present it... Yet.

Now for the match. I was going into the meeting confident that I could convince Atom would win. But the belt was the big issue. It could be hacked into and it could be detectable. If Atom’s powers were more biological, maybe he could have won. Though Pym did have more feats that put him on a higher cosmic scale.

And no, Ray Palmer could not grow. The instances people think he could be either 1, when he was de-aged and gained that power. Lost it. 2, Attributed to Atom Smasher, whose power is to grow. 3, Ryan Choi who has the ability to take or give mass to others. Thus the one time Ray Palmer had the ability to grow a massive hand. As far as I found, outside just being able to grow back to normal size, Ray Palmer can not grow.

This is it for now. Probably save some stuff for their own separate Research Bin entries. But for now, enjoy the next time. As for my remaining matches, I bet two of them you can see me do while another one you may not...

#research bin

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The Red Thorns Adventures

Chapter 1 : Kingscross Station

September 1975 King’s cross Station, England

Blathnaid POV

Getting to King’s cross Station was always difficult. I had to get to the portkey on time, but with Mother always fussing about my appearance. I hurry with my luggage, bag full of books and my guitar. I look like I was going on holidays. Well not exactly! I’m a witch you see! And I need to get to get to platform 9¾. It doesn’t exist you say? I’ll let you in on a little secret… It does! It is located between platforms 9 and 10, you just go through the wall and voila! I’m currently doing that with my pet fox-squirrel Teto.

I can see it! The Hogwarts Express, it’s recognizable red color with its impressive black smoke coming out of it, here to take me home! I walked to my compartment to find Eireann already there. She is one of my best friends. She is a muggleborn Hufflepuff! What is a muggleborn? Oh well it’s someone like me! Who have non magical parents! She lives in Cork, Ireland with her parents who are writers and artists. She has blond hair and blue eyes. She has a younger sister who is in the same house as her. Eireann looked up to see me.

- Bloom, she shouted and hugged me

- Hey Re! How are you?

- Aaaaaah There you are, exclaimed my other best friend Saoirse as she let her bags drop at her feet.

Saoirse is a Ravenclaw, she has brown eyes and gorgeous long chocolate hair. She is a pureblood from Dublin, that means both her parents are wizards. She is an only child and she is a fighter, black belt in judo and karate and she is a pro horse rider.

She sat down next to Re:

- What happened love? I asked

- What do you think? she snarled, My parents! They want me to be nicer to the Slytherin Purebloods this year!

- What? Why… I don’t understand…., whispered Eireann

- DAMN RIGHT IT’S WRONG! shouted my bestie Shannon Murphy

She was wearing her signature leather jacket and combat boots. She was holding her bike helmet while letting her beautiful black hair down.

- Shan don’t shout, I exclaimed

- Her parents are going to marry her off to some rich pureblood who can’t even fight for his own life, she snapped in her Belfast accent, Oh and by the way, I just ran into you know who!

- Oh no, said Re scared

- She doesn’t mean Voldemort, I reassured

- Don’t say his name, snapped Saoirse

- Sisi! Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself, I said eyeing them, she meant the idiots, I added

Shan sat next to me. What you need to know about Shannon is that she is from Belfast like my own father. Her dad is a muggle while her mother is a witch. When her dad found out about this, he threw her mom out the door. Shan still sees her mom of course; she lives outside of town and is a herbologist. Shannon has two older siblings, Marl and Niamh who are non-wizards. Shannon is my best friend in the world. She rides a motorbike and is an amazing photographer. She looks tough on the outside but I know better. She is passionate about English Lit. She was wearing an oversized sweater today!

- Shan… what are you hiding, I whispered urgently

- Can we not? Please…

- But … fine! But you will tell me when we reach Hogwarts, I sternly said

Shan looked away to talk with Sisi. I looked at my friends, our group of 4, The three musketeers! We were known as the Red Thorns. Why? Because we always wore a rose pin on our clothes. We started to talk about the year, our 5th, that was about to start, that’s when Snow mentioned her costume designs:

- So, Snow! Got our Halloween costume done, questioned Saoirse excited

- Of course! I have the sketches here!

Re took out her sketchbook out and showed us drawings of our new costumes. They were amazing! This year we were sure to win, the group costume contest. Every year our rival gang, the Marauders, would beat us. We needed to beat them! It was a matter of Pride as the Red Thorns. Oh! You must have heard how Sisi called Re, Snow? Well before the end of our 4thyear, the girls and I became what is called Animagus. That means that we can transform into our spiritual animal. It is a very difficult process and very dangerous. But we managed. Re is a snowy owl, that is very rare! Sisi is a mare but her Patronus (spiritual animal if you wish) is a Abraxan Winged Horse, we call her Spirit. Shan is a phoenix but her Patronus is a Thestral, I still don’t know how that happened… She goes by the name of Flame. And what about me? Well, I’m a cute bunny. The name is Midnight, but beware….

What is it? what are our costumes? Hahaha a player never reveals his cards my friends. You will have to wait and see. Anyway, we have arrived. We have arrived to our home for another year, Hogwarts…

@hpaestheticsstuff @padfootspuppy @padsmoonyprongs @prongsandlilss @helleiaiwritting

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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Mystery Girl

For the cute @multifandomfix 💝🌹

Hope you will like this gift!

"No, Gil! Don't tell me you agreed to this!"

"Sorry, Malcolm, but those are the orders of the hierarchy. Besides, having backup can't hurt you!"

The profiler shook his head, annoyed: he didn't need this!

Bright repeated to anyone who would listen that he preferred to profile criminals alone. Why pair him up with a stranger?

Grumbling, the young man nervously ran a hand through his hair. The police didn't want to let him work properly.

JT, one of his friends, patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly:

"Congratulations, Malcolm. You're about to discover an unknown concept: teamwork!

"Very funny, JT."

Dani, his colleague and best friend, tried to make him smile.

"Don't worry: I'm sure you'll be fine. You might even get along with your new partner!"

Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"I think you're very optimistic, Dani. They're going to send me some pimply, snooty kid from the best police academy who's more likely to get in my way than help me! So, sorry, but I'm not enthusiastic!"

"What do you know? You've never met them!"

At the same time, Gil joined them.

"Bright, your new partner is waiting for you in the office! Try to hide your bad mood!"

Letting out a long sigh of annoyance, Malcolm headed for the room, ranting in anticipation of this unwelcome partner.

"I hope Malcolm doesn't get upset!" muttered JT.

"The way he's in a bad mood, it's not looking good!" whispered Dani.

"Don't worry, both of you. When Malcolm meets our new profiler, I bet he will be different!"

Meanwhile, Bright walked into the room, expecting to run into an arrogant young graduate who would have already criticized his work to no avail without knowing a single detail about the case. Instead, he came across a lovely young woman who was reading the report of the initial investigations.

Forgetting his sour mood, Bright tried to make a good impression on the newcomer.

Quickly combing his hair and checking his breath, he cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the lady who looked up from her reading.

"Hello," she replied.

Malcolm noticed that she had a lovely voice. Charming must have been her middle name.

Smiling kindly, he introduced himself:

"Hello, you must be the new profiler. I'm..."

The young woman interrupted him with an amused smile.

"I know who you are, Malcolm Bright. I've heard a lot about you."

"Yes, I suppose you've heard that I'm crazy, insufferable, dangerous, and the spawn of a terrible serial killer. Don't bother with that: I hear it all day long!"

Placing the file back on the table, the young woman continued:

"Yes, I've heard that, but those aren't the only things I've heard. I understand that you are intelligent, perceptive, cultured, observant, and stubborn! All in all, an interesting person to work with!"

Bright was surprised!

"Wait, does that mean you asked your superiors to come and work with me?"

"Yes, I did. And from what I can see, you fit the description well: your clothing shows a comfortable lifestyle. I would say that you are very well off financially.

On the other hand, the paleness of your complexion and the dark circles appearing under your beautiful brown eyes indicate a poor sleep pattern, which can lead to one of two things.

Either you are an incorrigible party animal, or you are a man whose mind is always racing and troubled by traumatic memories. In your case, I'd go for the second hypothesis. You are a more complex person than most people want to believe."

Crossing her arms, she asked defiantly, a smile on her face:

"Now, Mr Bright, your turn: what can you deduce about me? Apart from the fact that I'm not a pimply little pretentious graduate!"

Malcolm winced: she had heard him!

"I assure you I had no idea who you were. Otherwise, I would never have allowed myself to say such things!"

"Judging without even knowing the people? Big mistake for a brilliant profiler like you, Malcolm!" laughed the young woman.

"Even the best make mistakes."

"If you can give me as much correct information as possible, I'll give you my name. If not, I'll let you search all day. Are you up to the challenge?"

"Challenge accepted. Well, let's see: who are you, mysterious miss?"

He circled the young woman, looking for the slightest detail that might give him information.

After a few minutes of observation, he gave his conclusions:

"From the look of your clothing, you are in a decent financial position. You are not a multi-millionaire, but you make a good living. You like simple, comfortable styles, probably because you like to look elegant and efficient at the same time.

Your posture and stature tell me that you are an athlete. I'd say you've done quite a bit of dancing, but your muscularity shows that you're a martial artist. Am I right?"

"I have a black belt in karate and judo, and I practice taekwondo, as well as ju-jitsu and Muay Thai. And I did a lot of dancing when I was younger."

"Haha! I was right. Well, as for the rest, I'd say you have an excellent photographic memory: you put that file down exactly where you took it. You are also a brilliant observer because you have deduced details of my life just by looking at me.

I suppose you are an artist in your spare time. I saw in your bag a sketchbook and a box of pencils. Both are well placed, which betrays your meticulous side.

Finally, I would say that you are a hard-working, kind and mischievous person. Your superiors must appreciate you enough to accept your request to come here. So, what do you say?"

Amused, the young woman clapped slowly.

"Well done, Malcolm Bright. You've lived up to your reputation. Everything you have deduced is correct."

"You will find me delighted. And now, to finish the introductions properly, may I know your name?"

"Of course: my name is (Y/N) (L/N), a certified FBI profiler."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss (Y/N) (L/N). Something tells me we'll work well together."

"That's what I hope."

Hiding behind the door, Gil, JT and Dani were relieved to see that Malcolm and (Y/N) seemed to be getting along well. Now, let's hope that this duo can be effective against the criminals that have New Yorkers on edge.

A few months later.

Sitting on a bench, Malcolm and (Y/N) enjoyed a hot chocolate while enjoying a beautiful autumn day. The two profilers wanted to have a quiet moment, away from the eyes of their colleagues and Malcolm's family!

"Are you going to tell them the truth about us, or are you going to let them stew for a while longer?" the young woman asked.

The profiler smiled mischievously.

"I think I'll let them work their brains out for a few days before I tell them everything. Just for the fun of seeing their faces when they learn the truth!"

"I didn't know you were such a tease!" joked (Y/N).

For all answers, Malcolm took the young woman's hand in his and placed a kiss on it.

"I'm a man full of surprises, my dear. Just like you!"

"You sure didn't expect me to kiss you first!"

Malcolm pretended to be offended.

"But I thought of it first!"

"Oh, did you?"

"Certainly. Let me prove it!"

The profiler leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the lips.

Unfortunately, this sweet moment was interrupted by a ringing mobile phone.

"I think you should pick up the phone!" the young woman pointed out.

Grumbling, Malcolm picked up his mobile phone and picked it up:

"Hello?"

**"Hello, big brother!"**

"Good afternoon, Ainsley. To what do I owe this call?" the profiler asked.

**"I just wanted to let you know that Mum's inviting us to dinner at the house tonight. She's counting on your presence. Is that so?"** asked the reporter.

"I'll be there. It's not like I have a choice!" quipped Malcolm.

**"I'll take that as a yes... Oh, by the way, she'd like you to invite your mystery girlfriend!"**

At these words, the two lovers looked at each other in amazement: would Jessica know?

Controlling his stress, Malcolm replied:

"I don't know what she means, but I don't have a girlfriend!"

**"Oh yeah? Well then, you can tell me who the pretty lady you just kissed lovingly is!"**

Looking around him, the profiler spotted his little sister standing at the other end of the park and waving at him, a smirk on her face.

A little annoyed, Malcolm asked:

"Is your favourite pastime spying on me?"

"I admit it's very distracting. But I promise I won't tell Mum. I'll leave the great honour of making the introductions to you."

"I'm sure you'll be glad to, dear little sister."

"See you tonight, big brother. And give my regards to your lady of heart!"

When the conversation was over, (Y/N) smiled:

"It seems that someone has found out..."

"And unfortunately, it is my sister."

(Y/N) kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.

"Honey, I can't be your mystery girl forever anyway. They're going to have to know that!"

Malcolm smiled.

"I have to admit, you're right. In any case, my love for you will never be a mystery again."

Now that their secret love affair gets revealed, Malcolm and (Y/N) will have more time to unsolve differents mysteries...

Thanks for reading!

I hope you enjoyed the story!

Please don’t hesitate to request me a story and see you soon!

Take care! 😍🥰😘

#requests #gifts #prodigal son #malcolm bright #tom payne #zoe kravitz

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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Coach Cavill - Chapter 5

Summary: Amelia sees coach Cavill at Benji’s practice, the day after the pumpkin patch.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.2k

Warnings: None

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‘Oh no, honey,’ I say to Benji, when we’re off the parking lot, ‘I forgot my bag in the car. You go inside and get changed, I’ll be right there.’

Benji simply nods and walks inside, his sports bag thrown over his shoulder, while I hurry back to the car, to grab my bag. My head has all over the place since the moment I woke up and me forgetting my bag in the car, fits exactly in today’s events. I rush back inside and before I can walk around the corner, I hear: ‘Benji, is your mom not with you today?’

‘She is, just getting her bag out of the car.’

‘Right,’ Henry says. ‘Get dressed, okay? Ricky is doing the warm-up today, but after that, we’ll work on your grip and some other things. I saw a few things this Saturday that I want you to improve on a bit more.’

‘Sure thing, coach.’

I have to try not to scream, because Henry freaking Cavill was asking my son if I wasn’t with him today, meaning he must’ve really wanted to see me, right? Or am I reading way too much into this?

I mean, I’m thirty five years old and this stuff shouldn’t make me this giddy as if I was still in high school. Right?

Right?

I walk around the corner, to see Henry in his judogi, his black belt securely wrapped and tied around his hips. ‘Hi Henry,’ I say.

‘Amelia.’ Is his face lighting up? Am I seeing this correctly, thus not reading way too much into this? ‘How are you?’

‘I’m okay,’ I say. ‘I’ve got your sandwich with me.’ I rummage through my bag that has been everything but organized today (I’m really a mess) and give him the packed sandwich. I massage my temple when he has taken the sandwich out of my hand.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ he asks me.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that I’m having one of those days that everything I do, just miserably fails. It’s a surprise Benji and I made it here alive.’ I let out a deep sigh and say: ‘I’ll just grab a cup of coffee, maybe I’ll feel better after that.’

‘Why don’t I get you a cup, while you go sit on the bleachers?’ he suggests. ‘Want a cappuccino?’

‘That would be great. I mean, I can totally get it myself.’

He shakes his head. ‘Allow me, please. Besides, if I get it for you, it’s free.’ He sends me a wink and I’m nearly one with the tiles, but I manage to keep myself upright.

‘Okay, if you insist,’ I chuckle. I watch him walk to the bar, before I make my way to the bleachers. Benji rushes towards me and throws the roll of tape to me. I somehow manage to catch it with simply one hand.

‘Nice one, mom.’ He plops next to me and I start taping in his ankle.

Henry joins us, with a cup of cappuccino in his hand. He tells me he’ll hold onto it, so I can finish up taping Benji. The two of them start to talk about the things they’ll work on today and after Benji gave me a kiss, he rushes off to join his friends. ‘Here you go,’ Henry tells me and I hear the gossiping mothers behind me audibly gasp.

Yeah, eat that up after you ladies all gossiped about me after the game.

‘Thanks, I really need it. Oh, I didn’t know they did latte art here,’ I note, seeing the heart on my cappuccino.

‘They don’t,’ he says. ‘I made it for you.’

‘Henry Cavill,’ I say with a smile out of disbelieve. ‘You keep on surprising.’

‘I sure do,’ he chuckles. ‘Back in Jersey I worked in a cafe and was one of the best barista’s they had.’ He buffs out his chest, causing me to roll my eyes, but that is more to cover up my upcoming giggles, because I’m flustered.

Call me a thirsty bitch, but I would kill to see a glimpse of his bare chest.

‘Well, I’m a professional cappuccino drinker, so let me see if this is any good.’ I cock an eyebrow, before I take a sip and goodness me, this is delicious! How is this even possible? ‘This… This is wonderful,’ I note, ‘might be one of the best cappuccino’s I’ve ever had.’

He smiles. ‘Well, I can make you a cappuccino every time you’re here. If you want of course.’

‘Of course,’ I say. ‘Really, thank you.’

‘Not a single problem, Amelia. It’s my absolute pleasure.’

I take another sip and say: ‘You left your pumpkin at our place.’

‘I realized when I got home,’ he says. ‘Okay, I might have left it on purpose, so I had an excuse to visit your house again. It sure is a lot cozier than my place and it feels like a home. Even with the enormous pile of laundry.’

I gasp, as I try to ignore the fact that he left the pumpkin on purpose so he could visit my house again. ‘You promised me not to look.’

‘Couldn’t help it. There was a lot of laundry,’ he laughs. ‘Oh, I was wondering actually: did Hattie stop by today?’

I nod. ‘She did and the three kids whose parents were going to pick them up a little later, absolutely adored her already.’

‘I think she would be a lovely teacher,’ he says. ‘She seems like the patient kind.’

‘Oh, she is. She babysat Isabella and Yara a few times and somehow didn’t need to sedate them. though I told her she could. An absolute angel she is, so I’m really grateful that she’ll be helping me out.’ This cappuccino is finished way sooner than I intended to. ‘Well, I have a deal,’ I say, ‘how about I bring you sandwiches and you make me cappuccino’s?’

‘That sounds like an excellent idea.’ Henry smiles at me and looks into my cup. ‘Let me take this,’ he says.

He stands up to walk away, but I grab his sleeve, causing him to halt. ‘Thank you, Henry.’

‘For what?’

‘Everything,’ I say. ‘After this shitty day… This was exactly what I needed.’

Henry smiles and nods. ‘Of course, Amelia. I’m happy to do it.’

✰ ✰ ✰

Benji and I walk towards the car, his arm hooked through mine. He never showers at the centre, but always at home, because he doesn’t want to be naked around everyone and honestly, I totally get it. When I had to share a bathroom with eight other girls back at our dorm in Seoul, I quickly learned that privacy is barely a thing, but it was hard on me the first few weeks.

‘No, no, no,’ I groan, crouching down near the tire, that is really really flat. I really can’t use this today. I actually can’t use this ever, but today seems like the worst day. I nearly pull out my hairs out of frustration and I am willing to just lay on the pavement and not to move, even when cars pass by. I slam the door with my hands.

‘Mom, it’s okay.’

I look over my shoulder. ‘No, it’s not. Everything is going wrong today.’

‘I’ll take care of it.’

I shake my head. ‘No, I’m not going to let you fix the tire. Knowing you, you’ll sprain your wrist, or weirdly enough, injure your back. Believe me, I’ve been there. Just… Let me think for a second.’

‘I can ask someone,’ Benji says, placing down his bag. ‘Just wait here.’

‘No, honey, I swear, if you bring back Keaton Johnson’s dad, I’m going to kill you. That man bullied me all the way through high school, but when I got back from Korea, he all of the sudden asked me out and didn’t understand no for an answer. He stalked me for three weeks!’

‘Well, I don’t like Keaton Johnson,’ Benji deadpans. ‘He always pinches me when trying to get out of a headlock and his dad is always really loud, so don’t you worry.’ He sends me me a reassuring smile, before rushing back inside. I open the trunk of the car, trying to look for that spare tire and the other stuff you need for changing a tire. My mom once showed me how to do this, but I injured my shoulder doing so, so that was the end of that.

‘Mom, I brought back-up.’

I turn around and see Benji and Henry walking towards the car. ‘Oh,’ I say and I want to say something else, but the words just don’t come out.

‘Got a flat tire?’ Henry asks.

‘Yeah.’

‘This really isn’t your day now, is it?’ he laughs and I shake my head. ‘Well, I may be a judo trainer, but I also happen to be a knight in shining armor on the side, luckily for you.’

You’re an adult woman, Amelia, please, don’t blush because of this. ‘Then I think you’ve got this covered,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’ll just lean back and let you boys do this.’

‘Have you ever changed a tire, Benji?’ Henry asks, who rolls up the sleeves of his sweater. He is already wearing his normal clothes again, instead of the judogi, making me wonder if he wasn’t going to continue to give training tonight.

‘I haven’t, coach.’

‘Well, first time for everything. You should take off your jacket. It looks new and there is a chance you might get a little dirty.’

Benji hands me his jacket and rubs his hands together. ‘My dad always wanted to teach me,’ he admits, ‘however he never got time.’

‘That,’ I say, ‘and he didn’t know how to change a tire.’

‘Can you change a tire?’ Benji asks me.

‘Well, I did do it once with grandma, only I injured my shoulder, so you, Benji, need to be careful. But, to answer your questions, I can read the instructions online and if I really needed to, I could do this. Why would I do it, when I have two very capable men around me? I think I should just leave it up to them.’

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Henry lets out a deep breath and gets up, stretching his back. ‘Well, this looks good and please, remember that this will only bring you home.’ Before I can say something about that, he fist bumps Benji. ‘Thanks kid, you’re a great help.’

‘I am?’ Benji asks. ‘I barely did anything.’

‘You did plenty,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘You always do.’

Benji blushes and I pat him on the back. ‘Thanks, coach.’ He loads in his own bag and some other things and says goodbye to Henry, before getting in.

‘You truly are a knight in shining armor,’ I say to Henry. ‘Really, I don’t know how to make this up to you. Somehow you’ve managed to make this day not absolutely terrible. First the cappuccino, then you change my tire and all in that progress, you are the greatest to my son. Are you even real, Henry?’

‘Very real,’ he tells me. ‘And it’s always my absolute pleasure.’ He walks to my car door and opens it for me. ‘Here, allow me, Amelia.’ He holds out his hand and though I roll my eyes, I take his hand and he helps me in my car. ‘Well Benji,’ he says, holding the door in one hand, as he leans against the doorframe with his other, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow and hopefully your mom will join us too.’

‘My mom always brings me to practice,’ Benji says, ‘don’t you worry.’

Is Henry blushing and is my son teasing him? ‘See you two tomorrow then,’ he awkwardly says, ‘and remember, Amelia, you have to get that tire checked. This one will just take you home.’

‘I know, Henry,’ I say with a laugh. ‘You’ve told me this four times already.’

‘Shoot, I’m sorry,’ he laughs, ‘just wanted to make sure.’ He clears his throat, before closing the door and I start the car.

‘Mom, are you happy?’ Benji asks.

I look to the side, before I pull up and wave to Henry. ‘Why are you asking that? I’m always happy.’

‘You were happy with dad, but that faded over the years. When we found out about dad and Mindy,’—it’s good to know that Benji hates her just as much as I do—‘you weren’t happy anymore and that broke my heart. During the process of you and dad finalizing the divorce, I missed who you were. I mean, you still put on a brave face for me and Isabella and you were amazing, but… Seeing you smile around someone who is very important to me, that means a lot.’

‘Oh, sweetheart,’ I say. ‘That is so sweet of you. But, I don’t want to make rushed decisions. Besides, there is nothing going on between me and your coach.’

‘Yet,’ he says, ‘I can see it in the way you two look at each other.’

‘Since when did you become such an old lady?’ I ask him. ‘Goodness me, you sound just like my grandmother.’

Benji laughs. ‘Well, he always asks about you.’

‘We’ve known him for a week, maybe he just wants to get to know your family dynamics a bit more. He is new in town, so yeah.’

‘Mom, do you even believe that yourself?’ He rolls his eyes. ‘Anyways, during stretching, he usually helps us and he has been asking some things about you. Like, the types of flowers you like, about your favorite movies and books and how you like your tea.’

Wow… ‘And what did you answer?’

‘Told them you love tulips, but only if they are the same color, that you love every movie with Keanu Reeves in it, that you only read books you can use for class or for your own development and that you like fennel tea.’

My son knows me way too well. ‘Why didn’t you tell me this?’

‘Because… I don’t want to interfere in my mom’s dating life.’

‘Benji! This is barely a dating life.’

‘What is it then?’

I simply shrug. ‘I don’t know. Remember, I only dated your father. I have no experience in this whatsoever. Benji, honey, I love you very much, but why am I talking about my so called dating life with you?’

‘Because,’ he chuckles, ‘I just want to make one thing clear: if you date my coach, I wouldn’t mind. That’s all.’

‘You’re a weird kid. My weird kid, but still…’

He nudges my shoulder and laughs. ‘Just think about it.’

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I managed to put Isabella and Benji both to bed and at ten o’clock, I finally have the chance to sit on the front porch. I lean back in the wooden chair and let out a deep sigh, thinking about how the hell I’m going to do that with the tire tomorrow. Johnny has to get to work tomorrow and won’t be back until ten in the evening, Eve has important meetings and has enough time to pick up Isabella and Yara after school, but not to help me with my car and I have to get to work.

I watch a very familiar looking car park in front of the house and Henry gets out of his car, together with Kal, who rushes towards me.

‘Hi, big bear,’ I say to him, as I scratch him behind his ears. ‘I missed you too.’ I look up and smile at Henry. ‘What a surprise visit. I’m almost thinking that you are obsessed with me.’

Henry chuckles, before taking place right next to me. ‘Well, while I was bugging you about making sure you get your tire checked, I forgot that you might be too busy. I figured I’d offer to help out. I can drive you guys to school and take your car to the shop. After that I can pick you up from work. I know that Eve picks up Isabella and Yara, so…’

I smile, as my eyes water. ‘That is so thoughtful.’

‘I’m happy to help and I don’t want you to drive around too long with the spare tire.’

I can’t help but note: ‘You seem to care.’

‘Of course I care.’

I look up to Henry, as Kal places his head on my knee. ‘Henry, I need to say something.’

‘Enlighten me.’

‘If I were single and didn’t have two kids, I’d totally go for this, whatever it is between us, but… I have two kids, I have an ex-husband and I can’t drag Benji and Isabella into something I don’t know how it will end.’

‘That is totally understandable,’ he says. Obviously he understands, he is the definition of perfection. Look-wise and personality-wise.

‘I spoke to Benji about it and he was very supportive of it and I know that Isabella will be too, but… I don’t want to rush anything. So, my pace, okay?’

‘I don’t want to rush things either,’ he says. ‘But I do have to say that it’s such an honor to be around you.’

‘Don’t over exaggerate,’ I laugh.

‘I’m not! It’s just that you are so strong and easy to be around with. Guess I’m lucky that I bumped into you in the store, picked up your tampon box, only to see you later again that night.’

‘Oh no, not the tampon box,’ I whine. ‘Can’t believe you brought that up.’

‘It’s okay, it’s just tampons.’ He clears his throat and bumps his knee against mine. ‘Well, you know, I actually watched some of your former group’s music videos and performances.’

‘Oh shoot,’ I chuckle, ‘this is so embarrassing.’

‘It’s not. I quite liked it, actually. It was very catchy. You sure are main vocalist material. I mean, for someone who only was sixteen in some of the performances, you sure as hell can sing. You still do that?’

Those compliments make me blush like crazy and thankfully it’s pretty dark, so no one can actually see it. ‘Every now and then. I usually sing in class or with my kids or at Eve’s place as a joke. I also like to overdo the happy birthday-songs.’

‘Well, my birthday is in May, so I think I have to wait awhile before I can hear an exaggerated version of ‘happy birthday’ by the one and only Amelia Jung.’

‘Well, you are always invited to come to Benji’s birthday in January and of course, my birthday in December.’

‘Your birthday is in December? When?’

‘December twenty-first. The first official day of the winter.’

He nods. ‘Well, I’ll wait for my invitation.’

‘You should,’ I say. ‘I don’t like uninvited guests.’ I look up, only to see Henry already looking at me again. ‘Well, about tomorrow, I want to leave here at seven thirty. It’s pretty early, I know, but I have to prepare some things and since my brain was all over the place today, I think I have some fixing up to do.’

‘Then I’ll be here at seven thirty, with a cappuccino for you, in exchange for one of your delicious sandwiches.’

‘Of course,’ I chuckle, standing up and giving Kal a big kiss. ‘See you tomorrow, Henry.’

‘See you tomorrow, Amelia Jung.’

#henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill #henry cavill x oc #henry cavill x asian ofc #henry cavill x amelia jung #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #amelia jung #asian ofc #coach!henry cavill #Coach Cavill

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nightsoulsworld · 3 years

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Can I please get a match up?? I’ve been hooked reading them girl!! For the out of the shadows movie!

I’m 21 years old, 5’4”, the eldest of two sisters, one of them being 20 and the youngest being 18.

I’ve been practicing Judo for 7 years(green-blue belt, blue by the end of this year, fingers crossed for the exam 🤞🏻) and I just started practicing Kendo(white belt). I enjoy training and I’ve been blessed with the best Sensei ever, I wouldn’t be who I am today without him.

I consider myself a very responsible person, kind of quiet when you meet me at first but I’m not shy, I’m just reserved at first. I’m too selfless sometimes and I forget that I have to rest too..

I’m definitely a perfectionist and because of this I’m really hard on myself most of the times. I hate the feeling of being a failure and also hate not being in control of any situation, it stresses me out for real, it’s what I’m used to, I was raised like that since I’m the eldest, I have to be there for my sisters and try my best to be a good role model for them too.

My sisters would say that I’m trustworthy and honest, they usually tell me everything or ask me for advice, when they ask me for advice I’m realistic, I’m not telling them what they want to hear, you feel me?

I love going on roadtrips with my sisters and loud music is a must! as long as I drive lol, believe me you don’t want my sisters to drive with loud music they won’t focus at all, but I love them with all my soul.

I have breakdowns like everyone, because I have a lot of responsibility on my shoulders and sometimes it’s overwhelming but I wouldn’t change a thing because at the end I’m the rock of my sisters and they’re my everything. I mean it.

And well enough with the cheesy stuff!

My fav colors: Neutral colors(white, black, grey, brown..) and my body type is healthy fit, I would be average without training, like I’m not super slim, just fit.

Hey, of course you can get a match up, my friend.

Thanks for asking

Here we go

I match you with...

LEO

He developed a crush on you

You fascinated him with your personality

It was love at first sight

He is the eldest of his brothers, so he knows what responsibility you have for your sisters

During your first training you surprised him with your skills

You AMAZED him

He loves to long conversations with you over a cup of a good tea

He is very interested in you, so he tries to capture every single piece of information about you

He is overprotective of you so much

He sees you trying to lead by example for others

He always there for you when you need him

He respects you very much

He loves you so much

When he's with you, time stops

He hightly values responsibility and honesty in the relationship

He likes to teach you meditate

He loves every single moment spent with you by his side

He always listens you

He gives you advice when you need that

He loves your hugs and kisses

He gives you tenderness

He shows every day how much he loves you

And how much he cares and respects you

He feels like a king who has finally found his queen

I hope you like your match 💙

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2014/ 2016 #tmnt donnie #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey #cowabunga #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2014/ 2016 match up #tmnt x reader

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gingyboo · 3 years

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Mirror Mirror

A/N: Again many thanks to @booglebug

Description- Soulmates existed. People knew that much. Soulmates were rare, a handful in each generation, an unexplainable phenomenon that formed a bond closer than blood and more sacred than marriage.

Bucky finds his soulmate when he needs her most. Little does he know how much she needs him too.

(Soulmate au that slots pretty much in to the MCU but with soulmates. Set after TFATWS.)

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings- Mentions of violence and guns, but its mostly fluff, drama and angst.

This is a multi chaptered fic.

Please like, comment, reblog!

prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10

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Chapter 11

Nancy was standing in the training room, more music playing in her ears, Ayo stood before her, spear in hand. Shuri, as usual, was standing in the corner with her tablet.

“This seems a dangerous test.” Ayo mused, twirling her spear. Nancy bit her lip. Her training had been going well. Over the past two days she found herself running faster and further, she could now successfully land moving targets and lift well above her own body weight. She still needed the music to calm herself, let her instincts take over but Shuri had decided it was time to put her training into practice. Who better to help than one of the Dora? Nancy had taken extensive self-defence classes as a child and teenager, her and Kit had attended judo classes, and both reached black belt. Their mother had seen it as a necessary precaution. Nancy had enjoyed it significantly more than ballet classes. Standing in front of Ayo 8 years since her last class she felt frightfully unprepared.

“She’s got this.” Shuri insisted.

Ayo circled the girl slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. Nancy calmed her breathing. Stretching out her neck and clenching and unclenching her fists. The spear whistling through the air. Nancy’s arm shot out blocking its path, but Ayo stopped it’s attack short anyway.

“Okay, so you are fast.” Ayo smiled. She struck the spear out again, Nancy blocked again. This continued Nancy blocking strikes from all angles whilst Ayo spiralled around her. The speed of her assaults increased until Nancy grabbed out snatched the spear. Ayo didn’t let go and when Nancy kicked her leg out Ayo caught it in the air. One leg in the air and one hand on the spear’s shaft. She drops the leg spinning on the other and wrenching the spear from Ayo’s grasp. She landed crouched on the ground gasping for breath.

“Never again wildcat,” Ayo smiled taking back the spear.

“Not a wildcat,” Shuri said, approaching Nancy with her hand held out, helping her up. “Red Wolf.” Nancy laughed under her breath as she and Shuri grinned.

“So, I guess your theory was right?” Nancy said removing the headphones.

“Well, you didn’t just learn that in two days. It’s built within you.”

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The revelation of Duncan Ellis had led to more questions than he answered, they now played a waiting game for Sam and Bucky to return with him. Nancy was fresh out of the shower after training wrapped in a towel when her phone went off.

‘Mirror?’

‘Yes.’ She sent back straight away, she pulled on sundress and sat in front of the bedroom mirror. A few moments later she could see Bucky staring back at her. The interior of the jet displayed behind him.

“Hey, we are a couple of hours out.” Nancy smiled at his news,

“Okay, has he said anything yet?”

“Not yet, but he will,”

“Good, i think there might be more to this then we first thought.” Between what Sam and Bucky had discovered in Amsterdam and Shuri and Nancy’s own research, Nancy’s hopes had steadily risen, could Kit be out there? And if he was another question rose in the back of her mind, why hadn’t he made contact?

“Bucky?” She said hesitantly, “there’s something I need to show you when you get back.” Nancy hadn’t told Bucky about the princess’s and her experiments. She hadn’t explained her newly discovered reflexes or ability to hit superhuman speeds if in the right mindset. Which mean she hadn’t told him how much easier dipping into that place was becoming, or how at home she felt there.

“You okay doll?” He said frowning with concern.

“I will be when you get here.”

She didn’t have to wait long, a couple of hours was nothing compared to the days they’d been apart, but still it felt like an age to Nancy who stared into the mirror long after Bucky had left its surface. She pinned her hair back off her face but let it fall loose in a waterfall down her back, she dug out her great grandmothers necklace, remembering Bucky’s appreciation for it, and fastened it round her neck. She looked down at the sundress she’d slipped into for modesty and frowned. She wanted to look strong when facing Duncan Everett, fierce and intimidating, the dress made her look like she was off to the beach. She reached into the wardrobe flicking through the clothing she’d had to purchase in Wakanda after realising she’d be staying more than 3 days. She pulled out the black and red dress Katima had insisted she get. It was smart and official looking with a V-neck and asymmetric hem. It hugged her hips and thighs though the material had some stretch to it. Slipping into it and a pair of black heels Nancy once again returned to the mirror. That was much better. She applied a thick coat of mascara and a deep red lipstick before leaving to find Shuri.

“Woah, that’s a look.” Shuri called out to Nancy as she crossed the threshold to the lab. Navy gave a small lack lustre twirl.

“Buck has his arm, Sam has his wings and shield, I’ve got this.” She gestured to the outfit.

“Well, I love it.” She grinned “and I think a certain sergeant will too.” She laughed wiggling her eyebrows.

It was dark by the time the call came through that the jet had crossed the border. Nancy made her way down to the landing pad. She set her face in stone ready to face Duncan. Bucky left the jet first, marching over to her and engulfing her in his arms. He kissed her briefly but firmly.

“I missed you.”

“So, you said.” Nancy smiled back, stroking the stubble on his chin. He kept an arm round her shoulders whilst turning back towards the jet. Sam was leading the dark-haired man down the ramp and towards the palace, his hands held tightly behind his back, as he passed the couple he winked at Nancy, smirking as he did. Bucky’s grip tightened on her shoulder.

“Let’s go in,” he whispered in her ear. They followed the prisoner into the palace where he was sealed in a cell. Bucky waited until he knew he was locked away before making for the door with Nancy still by his side.

The stepped into a side room, Shuri was sat at a table, Sam by her side. They took seat opposite.

“How should we play this?” Sam asked the room, “he said nothing the whole way here.”

“British intelligence has given us clearance to hold him, turns out they thought he was dead as well. We have got to extradite him back to face questioning there when we are done with him, I’d say we have a week.” Shuri explained.

“I say we let him stew, get back to him in the morning.” Bucky stretched out. “He’s not going anywhere tonight.”

“I have questions, I want the answers.” Nancy argued.

“I know you do, and we will get them, but tomorrow, I want to know what you two have been up to.” Bucky said gesturing between the two women. They shared a look and a knowing smile.

“We were testing the subconscious link we discussed.” Nancy started.

“And she’s being showing great progress.” Shuri finished. Bucky simply looked confused.

“Come to my training tomorrow and you’ll see.” Nancy said slyly.

“Ooo that’s an idea, I don’t think Ayo will want to volunteer again.” Shuri winked at Nancy.

Bucky looked at Sam who just shrugged in return. It seemed things were decided and, be it reluctantly, Nancy let Bucky pull her from the room. They made their way across the square but at the door to the embassy building Bucky kissed her quickly on the cheek.

“I’ll be right back with you, just forgot something,” He darted back towards the palace. Nancy made her way up to the apartment, she slipped off the heels leaving them by the door and padded across the carpet. She switched on the stereo and poured herself a glass of wine. She swayed softly to the music. Tomorrow she would get her answers and then she’d know, either way, what had happened to Kit. She wanted to tell her dad what they were investigating but it seemed cruel to get his hopes up for nothing, and then there was their mother. She had told her where she was and to stay safe just in case they came for her as well. As always her mother had worried, told her to come stay with her because she’d decided that was what was best for her. Nancy politely declined. The thought of staying with her controlling overprotective mother was bad enough without worrying about her meeting Bucky. Larissa Cartwright had worshipped the ground her son walked on, when he’d died Larissa had retreated into herself. Her marriage collapsing and alienating her daughter. Telling her she thought Kit might not have died would likely cause more harm than good. Whilst thinking this over she heard the door click open and then Bucky’s arms were round her, his lips at her ear.

“I like this.” he whispered playing with the strap of her dress. Nancy smiled turning round so they could sway together to the music.

“Thank you, its my battle armour,” she said smiling. Bucky nodded in agreement. He stroked a thumb across her lower lip,

“And this?” he asked regarding the lipstick there.

“My war paint.” she laughed. He laughed with her, the right side of his mouth twisting up. He dipped her gently and as she leaned back the ruby pendent glinted in the low lights. He smiled seeing it nestled beneath her collar bone. As she rose back up he caught her lips in a fierce kiss, swooping her up in his arms, bridal style.

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Nancy awoke to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty. Alarm raced through her instantly. She crept out of the bedroom, her robe wrapped around her tightly. She found him lying awake on the sofa, a blanket thrown over him. she slipped around the arm of the sofa wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“What’s this in aid of?” she asked as he sat up turning around.

“Never again, I won’t risk hurting you again.” he said staring at her with wide eyes.

“Buck…” she started.

“No, I don’t care if I never sleep again, I won’t put you in danger.” he held both his hands up.

“We figured out what happened. Even if I do wake him again, I can call him off.” she argued, hands twisting in the t-shirt he was wearing.

“That’s only a theory, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, I’m not going back to sleep until you join me.” She stood up, arms cross staring him down.

“You know you’re as stubborn- “

“As I am beautiful, I know, now come with me I’m tired and I’ve missed you.” She held out her hand with one eyebrow raised. He took it and let her pull him to his feet and back to the bedroom. Tucked up again, his arms wrapped around her, Bucky slipped reluctantly into sleep alongside her.

#bucky barnes #winter solider #sam wilson #captain america #soulmate #mcu #mcu fic

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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67 & 74 for Bryce x MC? ☺️

Thanks for the ask @chaotic-pixie 😊

#67-“I’m already home.”

#74-“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

You can find the prompt list here.

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Author's note: the MC is Aliya Acharya.

Also this is my first time writing this pairing so I hope you like it😅😊

Also... I tried adding the read more tag but did Tumblr work? I will leave you to guess the answer. So sorry for the long Post.

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Home alone

Bryce was sitting in the pub, bored out of his mind. It was one of his buddies birthday and they were doing a pub crawl all night. Once upon a time, this was his scene. Drinking and partying was what he was known for. You don't get the title 'party god Lahela' just like that.

But in the last year, he just can't seem to enjoy himself at parties. It's not because he was adulting or because he was growing old and boring. It was because of her.

Aliya. His angel.

She was unique and one of a kind. She had shifted to Boston from Mumbai for med school and ended up in Edenbrook for her internship. She was a firecracker and her sense of humour was off the charts. She has a black belt in judo and lives McDonald's to an unhealthy level. He could write a goddamn thesis on her because he liked her.

He really liked her so much and the intensity of his feelings for her always bubbled to the surface whenever he thought about her. Bryce always had a way with words and he was never one to get flustered.

But around her, his words would muddle up and he would get speechless at times.

They weren't official or anything but he slowly started wishing that they could date so that he could show her that he was the best boyfriend ever.

Leaning his head on his hand, he unlocked his phone. He saw his home screen and smiled. It was a picture of the two of them where Aliya was sitting on his lap smiling while Bryce had his arms around her and was grinning.

Ugh, I'm such a sap, snap out of it Lahela. Bryce face palmed mentally.

He opened text messaging to see what Aliya was up to.

Bidding goodbye he slipped in ti the night, making his way to Aliya's penthouse.

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"Hey there Bryce." She said as she hugged him. Bryce gathered her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Hey angel. What's up?"

"I'm cooking Indian food because I am seriously missing it." She said as they headed to the kitchen where an aroma of spices hit his senses, making him salivate.

"Dammnnn.. I am starving." He said as he sat on the barstool near the counter.

"You literally had a plate of Onion rings at the party!" She said as she turned her back and stirred the pot with the spatula.

"I am a growing boy." He pouted.

She turned around with a hand on her waist and the spatula pointing at him. She looked like she had just stepped out of 'real housewives'. Bryce couldn't help but click a picture.

"Lahela! You are gonna delete that right now."

"Sorry angel. It's just so beautiful and it's peak comedy. Also, my new wallpaper." I said as I showed her the photo on my lockscreen.

She just sighed. "I can never win, can I?"

I just shook my head and she ruffled my hair. "Bad boy."

"Not the hair Aliya! That's not cool."

She chuckled and went back to cooking. They swapped stories and bullshitted each other as Aliya cooked the biryani. After what seemed like eternity, food was finally ready and they got comfortable on the sofa in her room and switched on Netflix.

"What do you wanna watch Bryce? Last time I chose the movie." She asked as she took spoonful of Raita in her mouth.

"Home alone." He said with his mouth full of food.

"Jesus Bryce. Where are your manners?"

"I'm sorry, it's just so good I love thisss." He moaned. "The flavour, the spice and the cashews wow."

"I could not out so many ingredients but I'm glad you liked it babe." She said as she snuggled into his side.

They were silent for a while before Aliya shook her head and chuckled.

"What?" Bryce asked as he looked over at her. Her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun with a couple of strands falling out.

She is so beautiful...

“I never thought that party god Lahela would skip the chance to get absolutely sloshed and hook up with a random girl, to spend time with plain old me."

"Aliya... Angel you know that I haven't hooked up in the last year and I love spending time with you. I rather stay in and see you talk about Star Wars rather that down tequila shots. I am ready to give up that life if it means getting to spend more time with you."

"Bryce... I don't want to change you." She said as she looked down on her empty plate.

"Aliya." He cupped her face and made her look up. He stared into her dark brown eyes. "You make me want to be a better man for you. You make me want to give you the world. I am so grateful to you for helping me in so many ways. I am thankful to you for being patient with me as I came in terms with my past. I am so thankful that because of you, me and Keiki have a better relationship."

"I... I just want to be your boyfriend." He said as he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbones.

The way her face lit up with joy was one of the most delightful sight he had ever seen. No sun rise could ever compare to the way her face shone with happiness, affection and love.

"I would love that Bryce. I would love to be your girlfriend. Will you be my boyfriend?"

"That's what I just asked!" They both laughed as they snuggled into the blanket.

Bryce snorted. "Who would have thought.."

"Same.... I didn’t take you for the settling down type. I was thinking that I was going to be your friend with benefits forever!!"

"Nah.. you are my Aliya, my angel, my girlfriend. Ain't nothing gonna change that." He threw his arm around her shoulders and cuddled as they watched the movie.

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For those of yall who have no idea what biryani is-

(yap my fam and me made it the other day lmao)

#anushka writes #writing prompts #long post #choices stories we play #choices stories you play #choices oh #choices #playchoices #open heart 2 #open heart fanfiction #open heart mc #open heart #bryce x mc #oh bryce #open heart bryce #bryce lahela

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 28 - Losing All Control

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Disclaimer: Acts of violence are depicted in this chapter. Please read with caution!

Chapter 28 - Losing All Control

“Seokjin? Jungkook?” you hummed, leading your children closer to the front door. The boys that were pacing outside your apartment looked up and grinned.

“It’s about time you arrived!” Jin said. “We’ve been trying to call you for the last 20 minutes.”

“I’m sorry, my brother invited us out to see his shoot and bought us lunch. My phone must’ve been off.” At the mention of lunch, Jin and Jungkook’s shoulders slumped. “What’s wrong?” you asked curiously. It was then that you noticed the bag in Jin’s hands. You also started to notice a…weird smell in the area, one that was starting to make you nauseous. You tried to ignore it, assuming that it was some other family cooking something in another apartment.

“I brought a late lunch for us all to enjoy.” He said, holding it up. “But you already ate….”

“Well, we can always save it for dinner.” You smiled. “Come on in.” You opened the door and led everyone inside. “Make yourselves at home.” You said as the boys began to get comfortable, slipping off their shoes. “Min Ja, do you remember Mr. Jungkook and Mr. Jin?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter, who was slightly hiding both herself and Hyo Bin behind you.

“Uhm…I think so.” She said, glancing up. You knelt down. “Are they your friends? Or Daddy’s friends?” You blinked, glancing at the boys, who were smiling as they stood before you.

“They’re my friends, sweetie. I work with them.” Min Ja looked up.

“You’ve gotten big, Min Ja.” Seokjin said happily. “Lemme ask you something, do you like sweet and sour pork?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Yes!”

“Well, I made a whole bunch of sweet and sour pork and sides for dinner. So, I hope you guys really like it. Will you show me where the kitchen is?” Min Ja took his hand and pointed straight ahead to the room that could be seen from where they were standing.

“It’s there, silly. Can’t you see it?” she asked curiously, and Seokjin and Jungkook laughed. She walked him over to the kitchen, helping him open the fridge and even showing him where he should put the food until later. You stood up, dusting off your pants and scooping Hyo Bin up into your arms.

“Hyo Bin, can you say hi to Mr. Jungkook?”

“Hi, Mr. Jungkook…” she said softly. Jungkook, bunny smile plastered on his face, waved at the little girl.

“Hi, Hyo Bin. I think the last time I saw you; you were just barely walking.”

“I walk really good. I’m a big girl.”

“I can see that~.” As Seokjin returned with Min Ja in tow, you sighed.

“You boys should’ve said you were stopping by at lunch. I would’ve made it a point to come home earlier.”

“But then where’s the fun of a surprise visit?” Seokjin asked. “Besides, as you said, we can have it at dinner.” You sighed, setting Hyo Bin down as Min Ja looked up at the men.

“Do you want to color? Mr. Hobi just bought me a new crayon box. There’s even a sharper on the back!”

“No way.” Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. “I haven’t seen one of those since I was a kid.” Childlike innocence washed over his face. “Can I see?” Min Ja took his hand, leading him into her bedroom with Hyo Bin quickly following behind them, taking Jungkook’s other hand. You sighed.

“How is everything going?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“It’s going fine.” You said. “Weong-Bin hasn’t called me because he’s in prison, but I heard he keeps trying to get a leeway from some of the cops he knows.” Seokjin clicked his tongue in frustration. “But the trials at the end of the month, and I just can’t wait for it to be over.”

“Well, Jungkook and I plan to be there. So, I’m sure seeing this handsome face as you testify will make everything alright in the end. Just look at me when you get too overwhelmed.” Laughing, you shoved Seokjin, who grinned playfully. “I’m just kidding. But we will be there.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t think you want to hear all of this depressing stuff.”

“Well, I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it either. So, the more familiar faces you have in the crowd, the better, right?” he asked. You sighed, smiling happily as you nodded. “Do you have something to drink?” he asked. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen.

For the next few hours, you and Seokjin talked a bit while Jungkook played with the girls. Eventually, you and Seokjin entered the playroom as well. Seokjin joining the circle of chaos. Jungkook was teaching the girls how to play 007, a game that Min Ja was kind of starting to understand, but Hyo Bin had no clue. She kept throwing her hands up after every round, causing Jungkook to howl in laughter. Seokjin lifted her into his lap and took her hands, guiding her hands up as the game progressed.

“AH!” Seokjin shouted, lifting Hyo Bin’s hands up as she too let out a shriek. Jungkook grinned.

“You guys got it! But we need more people to play. That’s when it gets really fun because it can go really fast.”

“I want to play more games!” Min Ja begged, and Hyo Bin nodded. Jungkook rubbed his chin, trying to think of games that he could easily explain to young kids. As you checked the time, you realized that it was almost dinner time.

“How about we start heating up some of that pork, hm?” you asked. As the girls hopped up in their spots, you stood up. “Let me call Hoseok and see what’s going on with him.” You hadn’t heard from him since he had arrived at the studio, but he did warn you he would be busy. Still, it was a few hours ago. As you led everyone into the kitchen, you pulled out your phone and called him.

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“Jin-Tae is acting like the boss all the time! I’m the leader of this dance group but it never feels that way!” Sang-Chol shouted, eyes narrowing.

“Maybe if you weren’t always slacking off and acting like a real leader, I would never have to take the role up. You’re so immature.”

“What?! You wanna fight or something?” Sang-Chol glared.

“By all means! Do you forget that I’m a black belt in judo, dumb ass!”

“Boys!” Hoseok finally shouted, crossing his arms. All five of the dance members looked up. Though this was mostly between Sang-Chol and Ji-Tae, all of them were on edge. “You all have been fighting for hours. You’re going to lose your voices. Thank goodness you’re only a dance group.”

“We wouldn’t be in this funk if Sang-Chol just stopped being so ridiculous, Sir,” Ji-Tae said. “He got mad the other day because we practiced Mal-Chin’s backflips when he went to take his 8th phone break in half an hour.”

“I need to be there for those because I’m the only other one of us that knows how to do backflips well. If you guys tell him, he might break his neck and there goes any chance of winning the next competition!” Hoseok sank to the floor, sprawling out. He was thinking of everything that you were doing today, seeing Taehyung outside in the beautiful sun and eating snacks, before getting a free meal. And here Hoseok was, dealing with stubborn college students. His groan altered the attention of all five boys. “Sir?”

“You boys are going to disband.” He said simply. The boys shared a look. “It’s only a matter of time before-.” Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang. “Hold that thought.” He said, sitting up and reaching over to his bag. He dug around for a moment, eventually pulling out his phone and seeing your face on the screen. “Finally, some much-needed peace…” he sighed, quickly answered. “Hey.”

“Hey. You almost done? Seokjin and Jungkook came by from my job with some dinner. We’re just about to heat it up. Hoseok glanced behind him at the silent boys, but the tension in the room was still as thick as it has been all afternoon.

“I think so. I’ll try to be home soon but just saved me a little bit. I’m still trying to get these boys to stop yelling.”

“Must be pretty serious if you’ve been at it so long.”

“That’s the thing, it’s the most trivial thing ever.” He sighed. “I’ll call you when I’m headed home.”

“Alright.” You said. “Love you. Fighting!” You laughed, hanging up. A small smile graced Hoseok's lips before he set his phone back down in his bag. When he turned back to the boys, they all could tell he had officially had it. His face was showing less of his helpful and cheerful side, and it was now straight, stone-cold. “Alright, guys, my beautiful girlfriend, and lovely future step-daughters are waiting to eat sweet and sour pork with me. This ends now. You need to find common ground.”

“But-.”

“No buts. I know you guys are going through it. I was in a dance group too; I know how it feels. But if you guys can fight for hours on end after all you boys have been through together, then you should just disband now.” The boys shared glances among each other, this time, with eyes filled with guilt instead of anger and annoyance. Hoseok noticed this, and let out a satisfied groan. It wasn’t long before his smile returned to his face. “So, who is going to apologize first?”

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Seokjin was by the stove, heating up the pork a bit in a pan while everyone else sat around the table. You were in the bathroom, while Jungkook was talking to the girls. Min Ja was going on and on about her more recent dance class.

“And then, Mr. Jimin let us all go into the ballet class with the grown-ups and we all got to dance together!”

“Oooo, so cool.” He said to her, smiling. “I bet you did really well.”

“Mr. Jimin says I’m the best in his class.” Her beaming smile makes Jungkook laugh a bit. “And when Hyo Bin turns 4 next year, she’s going to be in Mr. Jimin’s class and I finally get to graduate to the next ballet class!” As they chatted, Seokjin placed all the warm food on the table, side dishes, and all. “Woah.” She beamed. “Can we eat?”

“Sure, enjoy.” He said sweetly. The sound of the bathroom door closing and footstep approaching altered him to look up. “You’re just in time.” He said happily.

“I appreciate you doing all this. I could’ve heated it up.” You hummed, getting closer to the kitchen.

“No worries. I just-.” As he talked, he noticed you stop in your tracks. Your nose scrunched up and your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s that smell?” you asked curiously. Walking closer to the kitchen, you leaned down and looked at the pork and the side dishes surrounding it. Suddenly, the smell hit you right in the face and you felt your stomach do flips. “Oh…” you covered your mouth. Even doing that, the smell slipped between your fingers and into your nose, and you almost coughed. “What on earth?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I…I feel fine. But just…that smells making me want to throw up.” You backed away, covering your mouth and stepping into the living room.

“Maybe you’re getting sick?” Seokjin asked. “Want me to put it away?”

“N-no,” you assured. “You guys eat, and I’ll find something to eat later.” You assured. “You’re right, I might just be under the weather right now. I’ll just…” You coughed again, before excusing yourself back to the bathroom. Seokjin frowned, looking at Jungkook and the girls. Jungkook was concerned as he looked at his Hyung, and Min Ja was watching them too, wondering if they would say anything. Seokjin made his way towards the bathroom, and Jungkook looked at the concerned Min Ja.

“Don’t worry, just eat, okay?” He smiled happily. Min Ja nodded, and the trio continued to stuff their faces.

You weren’t sure what made you so nauseous. Normally you loved sweet and sour pork, and Seokjin was really good at making it. However, for whatever reason, that smell was so strong today that you wanted to vomit. You were currently lying in bed, a glass of water on your bedside from Seokjin before you shooed him out of your room so he could eat. Rolling on your side, you groaned. You felt bad leaving the boys out in the kitchen alone, but Hoseok would thankfully be home soon. That, or they would finish eating and that horrific smell would leave.

Hoseok did arrive home about 30 minutes later. When he walked in, he saw Seokjin and Jungkook cleaning the kitchen while the girls sat in front of the TV. He blinked as he stepped in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, making the boys lookup.

“Hi, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja and Hyo Bin said. He waved to them as he entered the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” he asked curiously. “Where's.”

“For some reason, the pork I brought made her nauseous. So, she’s inside. I was just about to bring her in because I finished cleaning the kitchen, so the smell should be gone.” Seokjin explained.

“Oh. Well, thank you for doing that, Hyung. I’m sorry to make you clean and watch the girls.”

“No worries.” He said happily. Jungkook immediately faced Hoseok and bowed his head a bit.

“I don’t think we’ve really met yet. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” Hoseok blinked, smiling.

“Nice to meet you.” He said, and Jungkook smiled. “Thanks for looking after the girls.” Jungkook nodded, eyes sparkling in happiness, glad he could help. “I’ll go check on her, then.” Hoseok began to head into the bedroom. However, just as he was about to, you were walking out. “Hey. You feeling alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah.” You said simply. After sniffing the air, a bit, you sighed in relief. “That smell is finally gone. I don’t understand what’s wrong with my nose.”

“Do you still feel nauseous?”

“It’s coming and going.” You admitted. Turning to Seokjin and Jungkook, they were heading into the living room. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem. I won’t bring pork next time.” Seokjin laughed. “Something that doesn’t smell, like sushi or something.” You nodded. “But it’s getting late. We should head home. We all have work tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, smiling a bit as you helped them get everything together so they could leave. Jungkook turned to you after saying goodbye to the girls.

“Did Hyung tell you? About the trial?” He asked. You nodded. “Okay. I’m going to sit front row so that you can look right at us when you’re nervous.”

“Jin said the same thing. Thank you, Jungkook~.” You smiled. Everyone said their goodbyes as Jungkook and Seokjin made their exits. Once the door closed, you groaned. “Hungry, Hobi?” you asked, turning to him.

“Starving.” He grinned. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen as he began to tell you all about his afternoon with the boys in the dance troupe.

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“Come on, Officer. I need to make a phone call.” Weong-Bin begged, standing up from his little table. It was lunchtime, and the room was bustling with bitter inmates battling to get their meals first. Weong-Bin was sitting by himself until he got bored. He wanted to call you, or the girls. He wanted to know how they were doing, genuinely. He didn’t give a crap about some order of protection, some ban that forbid him to see his kids?

“No. It’s lunchtime. You can make your call later.” He said simply.

“But Officer Song has let me do it before.”

“Exactly. I’m not Officer Song, now am I?” He asked, glaring at him. Weong-Bin frowned. “When it’s time to do phone calls, be annoying then.”

“But-.” Before he could finish, the cop walked away. Weong-Bin groaned, sitting down angrily in his chair. As he continued to sit there, his mind was racing. He had no contact with you or the girls in days, almost weeks. It was stressing him out not being able to call you whenever he wanted. What were you doing? What were the girls doing? How were the girls doing? He had no idea, and it pissed him off! Even knowing that his plan would be going into effect within a few days, it didn’t help soothe his nerves. He wasn’t sure it if was supposed to, but the point was, it was not. He was so in his own world that he didn’t notice In-Ho walk over and sat down across from him.

“You alright? You look like you’re on edge.” He asked.

“Can you blame me?” Weong-Bin huffed. “I can’t stop thinking about everything.” In-Ho looked around before he continued to speak.

“It’s normal to be nervous. Once this is all over, you’ll feel better.”

“It’s not that,” Weong-Bin said. “I just...what’s going to happen when it’s all over? I…” he groaned. “I’ll still be in here, waiting to be proven innocent. And what if I’m not? She’ll sob and cry and lie and next thing I know, I’m serving a long sentence, I’m out when Hyo Bin is entering college.” He leaned forward, his hands gripping his hair in a bitter rage. “It’ll only be a matter of time before she finds someone else. That douche coworker Seokjin of hers can get real cozy if he wanted. I can’t let it happen anymore; I can’t let anyone else take my family from me.” In-Ho raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t help you there.” He said. Weong-Bin groaned in annoyance.

“You don’t seem to understand, moron. If I can’t have those girls in my life, nobody should. They’ve been built up by me, they’ve been stable because of me. Nobody else can have them. Nobody else knows how to take care of her, she can get really crazy if she wants.” Weong-Bin saw In-Ho went to say something, but Weong-bin wouldn’t let him get a word in. “I’m going crazy.”

“I can see…” In-Ho said. He was a bit concerned. “You know, I was just joking when I said-.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to save your own ass now?” Weong-Bin hissed. “Unbelievable. You are just as bad as me.” In-Ho blinked, frowning.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you? To kill-.” Before he could finish, he immediately forced himself to stop. Weong-Bin blinked, staring ahead at In-Ho. He could see the absolute psychotic break that this man was starting to have, and it was then he knew he needed to make an important decision. “I want no part of it.” With that, he got up and walked away, not looking back to even see if Weong-Bin gave a damn. In-Ho was a scumbag, that much he knew. But what Weong-Bin was turning this into was too much. “I really was kidding.” He mumbled to himself, snickering as he found a seat with a few other inmates.

Weong-Bin was once again alone, and his eyes scanned the busy cafeteria. Though he seemed calm on the outside, just a blank face, he was trying to do to not alter any weird suspicion. He knew exactly who he was going to call when the afternoon rolled around.

“Office Song, I need to make a personal call,” Weong-Bin said quickly as he approached the man. Officer Song frowned.

“Weong-Bin, I’ve been too lenient on you. I shouldn’t-.”

“Last one.” Weong-Bin gasped. “Last one, last one, I swear.” Officer Song was a bit taken back, the usually cool businessman looking as if he was about to collapse into a mess of a person.

“Promise it’s not your ex-wife.” Weong-Bin nodded. “Okay, but-.” Before Song could finish, Weong-Bin hurried away from him and to the phone, quickly beginning to dial. Officer Song stood outside; arms crossed. He had known Weong-Bin through his wife, who swore he was a good person and was to be trusted. “He was just a man who was a bit private.” She would say to him. Officer Song knew the risks he was taking by being lenient with a prisoner, but at the same time, his wife was a pretty good judge of character. So, he just bit his tongue and prayed the call would be fast.

As Weong-Bin waited for the phone to ring, he was practically shaking. Finally, the voice picked up. “Hey! Hey, hey. I need you to do me a favor.”

“I feel I’m already doing you a favor that’s pretty big.” The man replied. Weong-Bin groaned.

“Listen, it’s the same thing. I…I need you to not just kill Hoseok.” He whispered. “I thought about it for the past few days. I can’t handle not being the one in their lives, and I won’t watch while someone else is.” He was silent for a moment. “I need you to just kill them all.” The other side of the phone was absolutely silent and it made Weong-Bin anxious. “Hey!”

“I heard you….” He said softly. “I…all of them? How do you propose I do that?” Weong-Bin had to collect all of his strength to not reach into the phone and strangle this kid himself.

“How the hell should I know, that’s why I asked you. I’m not crazy, I couldn’t do it myself even if I wanted to. Now listen, I’ll give you even more money but you need to do it.” Weong-Bin could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing as images of his daughters and you flashed into his mind. Beach trips, Disney trips, family outings, parties. They were good memories. Memories he would no longer let you guys share with anyone else. Almost immediately, he slammed the phone down. Stepping back, he stood and stared at the phone. He had just made a call to not only seal the fate of Jung Hoseok, but of you, and his two young daughters. All because he couldn’t get what he wanted. “…It serves them right.” He said under his breath. “It was the only way.” With that conversation over, his body began to relax, and he staggered out of the room, allowing Officer Song to take him to his cell.

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A few days had passed without much fuss. The girls went to school and daycare, you and Hoseok went to work, and you were preparing for your trial, which was drawing ever near. The entire ordeal was something that you had grown accustomed to the more times that you practiced what to say, and the more times you stood in the courtroom, picturing what it would look like full of different people. Days were passing quickly, and it was peaceful, for a while.

One night, about three days later, you were getting the girls ready for bed. They were just finishing up their baths, Min Ja drying herself off while you shook Hyo Bin in her fluffy, pink towel. Min Ja was talking to you about the newest episode of Pororo that she watched, and you were listening as much as you could as you helped slide Hyo Bin into her pajamas. Once both girls were ready to go, you lead them into their bedroom. Hoseok was sitting on Min Ja’s bed, a few books in hand as he waved the girls over.

“Okay, which ones should we read today?” He asked as the girls snuggled up to him. He spread out the books on the bed, and each girl began pointing frantically at all of them, trying to decide which one they wanted Hoseok to read. While the three of them were occupied, you took the time to straighten up some rooms in the apartment that were messy from the day; cups on the coffee table, the TV still being on despite a low volume, the pillows being scattered as the girls tried to find a comfortable one that they could use to sit on. You could hear the kids giggling at Hoseok’s multiple different voices and sound effects as he went through a book that they had read through multiple times, the reason specifically being Hoseok’s wide arsenal of voices. It made you smile as you listened to it, using it as motivation to finish tidying up the apartment. By the time you had finished, Hoseok was finishing up the final story, so you stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. “And then, the duck and the rabbit made it to the pond, where they played all day until the sun went down. They were so tired they-.” As if on cue, Min Ja let out a loud yawn. “They were so tired that they finished their book just a little early, and went to bed because their friends Min Ja and Hyo Bin are super tired and ready for bed. The End.” He closed the book, and Min Ja pouted behind her tired eyes.

“That’s not how the story ends, Mr. Hobi.” She mumbled as Hoseok got off the bed, scooping Hyo Bin in his arms. You walked over, gently laying Min Ja in bed and tucking her in. “Next time you have to read it the right way, okay?” He smiled.

“Okay…” He assured. “But this time, we’re going to bed. Goodnight.” Min Ja snuggled into her bed, doll clutched tightly into her hands. She watched Hoseok set Hyo Bin in her own bed as well, who was probably already on her third dream now, as she fell asleep pretty quickly.

“Goodnight, girls.” You said happily. “I’ll see you in the morning~.” Min Ja mumbled a soft goodnight before you and Hoseok closed the door behind you. “Whew, I’m so exhausted.”

“Me too,” Hoseok said. Taking your hand, he simply kissed it before leading you into the bedroom. “Have you been getting nauseous recently?” he asked curiously.

“I got a bit nauseous in the middle of last night and early this morning. I might have Doctor Park check me out tomorrow before I take a day off to schedule a doctor’s visit.” Hoseok laughed as he crawled into bed.

“You just love cheating the system.” He teased. You grinned happily as you crawled in beside him. He turned off his light, before rolling over and pulling you tightly into his arms. “Goodnight~.” He said happily.

“Goodnight, Hobi.” You said, looking up to give him a goodnight kiss. Both of you hummed as you began to fall asleep. It wasn’t an immediate thing, both of you would say something that led to a few minutes of conversation. It was never anything deep or philosophical, but just whatever came to your mind, and it made you happy to just hear each other’s voices for another moment. The comfort of each other’s voices was enough to lull the both of you to sleep.

It was a silent night, the apartment still and quiet as the four inhabitants slept, waiting for the time to tick by so that morning could come and you all could start your days just like always. However, there was one event that would offset the usual still peacefulness of the night. Footsteps crept silently down the hallway, passing by each and every apartment door until they stopped in front of yours. The person stood there for a little while, slightly out of breath and shaking. He had been out for the past few hours, and this was the last thing he needed to do before he could finally go home to his family. Wanting to be extra cautious, he peeked into the window. It was dark, but he could just barely make out the silhouettes of an empty couch, a dark TV, and an empty kitchen in the back. A deep sigh was the only sound that interrupted the stillness of the night, and the figure looked at the window, unsure of what his next moves should be. Finally, after a few moments, the figure simply lifted up his foot, shattering the window. Glass fell around him, but most of it fell inside the apartment. He pulled a pocket knife out from his back pocket, flipping it open and cutting open the wired inside of the window, the last thin barrier keeping you safe. Once he had access inside, the figure lifted up two wadded up cloths, doused in liquid. He slipped the pocket watch back into his pocket, and then pulled out a lighter in its place. For a moment, he gulped, his hand shaking as he sparked the flame, the light tickling his cheeks as he lowered it towards the wadded-up cloths.

In seconds, the cloth went up in flames, small flames at first, but flames nonetheless. The figure took the cloths and reached into the apartment, tossing them as deep into the house as he could given what little space he had. He threw them both in different directions, allowing them to spread farther in a shorter period. He backed up, seeing the living room come alive behind red and orange flames as the couch caught on fire and the lamps that stood in each corner of the room.

When he saw the coffee table burst into flames, the figure disappeared into the night.

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