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liukangmybeloved · 3 years

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everyone else is fighting for second {Mortal Kombat (2021)}

SPOILERS FOR MORTAL KOMBAT (2021)

Summary: Canon Divergent AU. Crack & Fluff. The team develops into something of a found family, which happens to include Cole's actual family. They take a day off from fighting to go to the fair, where the biggest question is 'who is Cole's daughter's favourite in the team?' Besides her dad, of course. Kano is very competitive about this question.

A/N: 1968 words. I will take a meat-tenderizer and FIX the canon and make it SOFT. i love cole young and mk 2021, if you don't like that, you've been warned. everybody lives/nobody dies AU & kano isn't a traitor. also imagine there's just like.... more time before the tournament. enough to become a found family. like i said, fluff & crack. warnings for swearing.

If Cole had it his way, Emily and Kano would have never met. He would be perfectly happy letting everyone else on the team meet her, but he's yet to hear a single sentence leave Kano's mouth that didn't include some colourful variation of 'fuck', 'shit', 'wanker', or 'cunt'. So unsurprisingly, he wasn't exactly eager to let his teenager daughter near the man who Sonya had literally called 'scum of the Earth', but alas.

"I'll be on my best behaviour, pinky-swear!" Kano's grin was all teeth as he'd held his pinky finger up to Cole's glowering face, wiggling it a little when Cole made no move to finish the pinky-swear.

"If you say - cunt -" and the word sounds so uncomfortable coming from Cole, he damn well looks uncomfortable just saying it, "within a hundred feet of her, I'll get Kung Lao to cut you in half." And he gesutres over to where Kung Lao and the rest of their ragtag bunch of misfits; the man in question had forgone his usual weapon for a more modern, soft-brimmed sunhat, but his jaunty wave to Kano at the sound of his name still managed to be menacing. The Australian shuddered in horror at the mere thought; at least he took the threat seriously.

"You don't have to be jealous, man," the threat seemed to only have dampened Kano's jovial attitude momentarily, as he's got a spring in his step as he follows Cole to the rest of the gathered champions, "Uncle Kano's gonna set a fuckin' - flippin' -" he corrects himself as Cole shoots him a warning look, "great example." Sonya barks a loud, derisive laugh as Cole sees fit to remind him that he's not Uncle Kano.

"Emily's a good kid," Liu Kang assures, kind and sincere.

"Yeah, she never even believes me when I tell her Kano's a dirty, little rat," Kung Lao smirks in the face of Kano's sudden outrage, and Cole is pretty sure that, despite it being Emily and Alison's idea, to give the team a day of levity and to bond, this might be the worst plan he's ever agreed to.

"This is a day of bonding, not of infighting," Raiden's voice joins them, followed by the God himself only moments later, which is enough to unite all the champions in confusion at his choice of wardrobe for the day. While still sporting a majority of his usual attire, somehow he'd managed to procure a t-shirt with a meme of all things on it, a personalised meme!

"I designed it myself, I think it turned out pretty okay; whaddya think?" Kano sounded far too proud of himself, looking at the cartoon drawing of what could only be Raiden himself pointing awkwardly at Thor as depicted in Marvel Comics, who was pointing back.

"We are both Gods of Thunder," Raiden explained, pointing to his own shirt; Sonya had gone wide-eyed, unsure of how to react, while Jaxx was doing his utmost not to burst out laughing.

"I... didn't know you knew what a meme was," Cole admits, though honestly, once the shock had worn off of, it was rather charming.

"I didn't know you knew what a meme was," Kano fired back, equally confused.

"I have a thirteen-year-old, of course I know what a meme is -" but then it seems to hit him just as it hits Sonya and Jax, and the three of them turn to the pair of confused, cave-dwelling, internet-free champions. None of them knew where to begin trying to explain the whole situation, but thankfully, Raiden chose that moment to open a lightning portal, and they all headed through quickly.

----

The night that Cole and his family had gone home after everything had gone down, the fighting, Sub-Zero, and the man he's pretty sure is the ghost of his ancestor, Emily had looked him dead in the eye and called him a super hero.

And then told him that his friends were really cool.

This was a sentiment that his new friends seemed to share about his family.

Cole quickly comes to realise that family isn't something a lot of the rest of the team have nowadays; they have each other, but for a lot of them, that's mostly it. He sits on an invite to dinner that he'd already ran past Alison several days ago, before inviting Liu Kang and Kung Lao over, if nothing else, to repay the hospitality they'd shown him so early on.

Alison's rule was that there was to be peace on their property; no training, no fighting, but the team was welcome as long as they didn't bring trouble to the door.

So then it was Sonya and Jaxx, who brought dessert when they came over.

Emily once asked what Thunder Gods ate. Did they eat? Cole wasn't sure. He extends an invite to Raiden anyways, but it's politely declined. The next time, however, he took up Cole's invite, mostly for the company, and to thank Alison and Emily for their patience; having Cole away so often wasn't easy, he'd be the first to acknowledge that. Alison appreciated the sentiment, as did Emily, though she was also just bursting with questions for the God, and he did his best to answer what he could.

Then finally - finally - after so long spent with the team, of most of them coming to find comfort and serenity in his home on the occasions that they need it, Kano is invited to Sunday lunch too.

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"I know us champions and our super powers are pretty cool," Kano says to Emily, the moment they step through the lightning portal and emerge into the sunshine and the noise of the fair, "but I'm your favourite, right? Besides your old man, of course," and he rolls his eyes a little at that, as does Cole, for very different reasons, while Alison shoots Cole a questioning look. Thankfully she still does not trust Kano as far as she could throw him.

For her part, Emily answers incredibly diplomatically, sounding much older than her thirteen years, and quite a bit like her mother;

"Kano, you're a grown man, my approval shouldn't matter to you," she sounds sincere, which is completely undercut by Kung Lao sliding into step beside Kano.

"Which means you're not her favourite," he teases, and Kano practically growls back, embarrassed, while Emily calls out to Raiden that she likes his shirt. He practically beams.

"Not a lot of people will really get it, though," she points out, and Raiden muses on that for a moment.

"But I get it, and it's mine."

"Fair point," Emily nods at that, as their strange group steps up to buy tickets.

---

Emily spends more of the fair of people's shoulders than she does actually walking, which delights her endlessly. Mostly she's up on Jax's shoulders, and charges her cotton candy for the ride, ripping a small chunk from the one Cole had bought for her.

"It's weird seeing you all look so normal," she says to Sonya, the two of them in line for the Dodge 'Em Cars alongside Liu Kang and Kung Lao. Sonya grins, knows exactly what she means, gaze turning to the two members of the Shaolin Order of Light, not that anyone would know simply from looking at them now. Where Liu Kang had found a pair of trendy, ripped jeans was beyond Sonya's imagination.

"You look cool, though," Emily amended quickly, "I didn't realise you all would come to the fair, but I'm glad you did," she's smiling brightly as they get closer to the front of the line.

"Who did you expect to come along today?" Liu asks, eyes wide and curious. It wasn't that he was as competitive as Kung Lao or Kano, but he still found the child's interpretation of their group to be interesting. She knows, in some capacity, what they're capable off; she'd watched her father slice, dice, and kill Goro after all. The fact that she could think so highly of them speaks a lot to her capacity for kindness, or perhaps her childish naivety, but Liu preferred to think it was the former.

Emily, however, goes quiet, seems to be a little embarrassed. She mutters something, avoiding eye contact with any of them, and Liu goes to ask her to repeat herself, but she interrupts him while doing so;

"I wanted Dad to have a day off," she admitted, before adding, "and... and Lord Raiden; I don't think he's had a day off this millennium."

"It's good of you to look out for them," Sonya tells her fondly, "our team can be pretty single-minded, but we needed this day off, I think." And she gives Emily a pet on the shoulder, and lets her steer the tandem Car when they finally get a turn.

----

"It's me, right? I'm your favourite," Jax asks Emily over lunch, not because he genuinely believes it, but because it riles up Kano, and to a lesser extent, the competitive Liu Kang.

"Jax is one bad day away from pledging his allegiance to Skynet, he can't be your favourite -" Kano grumbles.

"Dad's my favourite," Emily reminds them sternly, and Cole has to hide his proud little smile, before she adds, "and mom's my favourite too, the rest of you, well of course you're all badass as hell -"

"Is it Liu? 'Cos he's pretty and you're, yanno, a teenage girl," Kano scowls at the warrior who'd been attempting to just quietly enjoy his basket of fries. Both Cole and Alison are wearing similarly murderous expressions, and Kano raised his hands in mock surrender, dropping his gaze.

"Actually," Emily said pointedly, despite the embarrassed flush on her cheeks, though she was mirroring her parents intensity, "my favourite is Raiden because he's literally a God that shoots lightning out of his hands, and you're now my least favourite because you're a rat bastard."

"I taught her that," Kung Lao was grinning from ear to ear, and when he and Emily look to each other, they share a definitive nod.

"How come he's allowed to teach her words like bastard?!" Kano demanded to know.

"Because you're a bastard," Sonya interjects.

Kano is thankfully quiet for the remainder of lunch, sulking at his end of the table as chatter returns to normal, returns to talk of how everyone else had been enjoying the day.

----

At the end of the day, Kano shoves a large, stuffed kangaroo at Emily that he'd won at the booth where you had to knock over bottles.

"Didn't even use me eye or anything; lost an hour of my life and fifty fuckin' dollars," he was grumbling, while Emily was examining the prize.

"You won this?" She seemed endeared by it, endeared by the thought that he'd put the time into winning it for her.

"'course I won it, can I stop being your least favourite now?" He asked, and Emily tucked the kangaroo beneath her arm, giving him an appraising look.

"You can't buy my loyalty -"

"Wouldn't want it if it could be bought, I know that shit from experience," Kano interjected, crossing his arms defensively, ignoring where Cole was glowering at him every time he swore.

"But you put time in, and effort, so you're back to third with everyone else."

"As long as none of those bastards is beating me, I'm okay with that."

As they headed to the exit, to where Raiden had created a lightning portal for them all to go home through, Emily reached out and punched Kano lightly in the shoulder.

"Thanks, Kano, it's pretty sweet that you care so much."

"Don't tell the others," he grumbled back.

"We've been with you all day," Jax calls out, "we already know."

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agustdiv1ne · 3 years

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thank you + milestone!!

damn, never thought we'd get here, did we?

in all honesty, it's been a pretty shit year. march 'til now has felt like the same month on repeat with tiny tweaks to make it all so much worse. but i'm not here to complain about the worst parts of this year, i'm here to celebrate the best ones.

this was the year that i finally started writing, that i was finally spurred to open a google doc and just type away until a tiny work of fiction stared back at me. my first one was 1k words, a rant to get all of my emotions off of my chest with an idol as my muse. it felt...great, though it also felt a bit odd writing after being an avid reader for years. i always did prefer essays to creative writing, but this year definitely changed that perspective.

i wrote that first blurb along with another fic in late july, and in early august, i asked my friends if i should post them. om august 3rd, i changed this blog from a fic rec to a fic writing blog just like that. i regret none of it.

it's been nearly five months since i revamped this blog and i couldn't be more grateful for the support i have gotten from all of you, whether it be a kind comment, a like, a reblog, all of it. i never thought anyone would like my content, but i've been proven severely wrong by this community. from my irls that are on here, to my lovely mutuals and followers, to those i've talked to a lil bit on this hellsite, to the writers whose fics i absolutely adore, to those who have left a like or a comment on one of my fics, i want to say thank you from the very bottom of my heart ♡

have a happy and healthy new year! i love and appreciate every single one of you!!

though i'm painfully bad at writing letters and getting all sappy, i wanted to write them anyways hahaha let's goooo

to @hwaddict:

my irl best friend!! my partner in crime!!!! i love you sm carly, and there are not enough words in this world for me to describe the extent of my love. you have been there for me during my lowest moments, you've seen me cry, and i don't cry in front of many ppl. i trust you with my life and i'm so glad that we became friends back in middle school bc you are one reasons that spur me to keep going. i can't wait to see where life takes us and know that while i might not always be able to be there physically (especially with college right around the corner), i will always be there for you in any way i can be. again i love you and i can't wait to conquer next year with you ♡♡

to @hopejanaee:

hope!! hobi!!! one of my irls! though we just became friends earlier this year, it feels like we've been friends for ages. it's crazy how close we grew so quickly but i am so grateful to have you in my life. you never fail to make me laugh whenever we're together and you're so chaotic but in such a good way hahaha. you were the one who got me into writing with your own wonderful fics so thank yoi for that. i'm so happy that we became friends because you're so kind and caring and ahhhhhh i love u sm ♡

to @oikawasmilkbread:

we talked for like 0.2 seconds but you are so kind and hella cool!! it was nice having random conversations with you and i'm so glad you randomly dmed me bc i am shy and i have 0 idea how to start conversations with anyone lmao. i always smile when i see you in my notifs! i hope you have a happy new year!!! ♡

to @luthenia:

i know you're on hiatus but seeing you in my notifs always excites me hahaha. we never talk but you are so supportive of everyone in this community and i just wanted to shout you out for that! your memes are top tier LMAO and i can't wait for when you come back, happy new year ♡

to @starsforten:

we also talked for approximately 1 second but it was so fun talking to you about astrology stuff (virgo sun libra rising gang hahahaha) and those teuta matoshi dresses! you are so nice and easy to talk to and i hope your new year is happy and fruitful! ♡

i recommend every single one of these blogs for their amazing content!! i added some of my favorite fics as i'm a whore for great writing hahaaaa

@kinktae

waterloo — a masterpiece! taehyung is so bitter at the beginning and it's adorable seeing how y/n breaks his tough shell. loved this from beginning to the end ♡

hot rod — the 50s slang, the dynamic between hoseok and y/n...*chef's kiss*

@untaemedqueen

welcome to seoul land — werewolf!namjoon really got me going, 100/10 would recommend

graceful gods — this is one of my all-time favorites, greek god!jungkook has my brain going brrrr

@shadowsremedy + @therealmintedmango

support system — adorable!! this is a hybrid!yoongi fic i really enjoy, and the series isn't over yet! check it out~

@bratkook

tear you apart — demon!taehyung...holy shit. i was speechless

@tatertotthethot

the doms next door — THIS SERIES OMG, i've read each part at least five times already. taekook got me acting UP

scream (posted to @yandere-society) — a really cool take on the movie scream with jungkook, yandere fics don't always appeal to me but this one absolutely did

@ateezmakemeweep

broken — the immense ache i felt in my chest while reading this, but i loved both parts with a burning passion. san is so sweet in this :')

@atinybrew

dirty free for all — the ULTIMATE demon!san fic. the writing is absolutely immaculate and this is the first fic that had me blushing down my mf ARMS

rice milk lattes and bryophytes roads — another san fic admittedly because i'm whipped for san lol. anyways, this was cute and hot at the same time and best friend!yunho made my double biasing ass that much happier

@seacottons

pan — an adorable peter pan!hongjoong fic, it had my heart going achhfhsjfjsjf

sir kiss me — circus au with san holy hell i loved every twist and turn of this

@actuallythatwaspromise

bad romance — one of my favorite yunho fics ever, punk rock!yunho x nerd!reader has my entire heart

aurora garden center and desire ink — florist!mingi had me uwuing for the entire fic, this was adorable and i loved it sm

@yeonjuncore

every single fic on this blog is an absolute masterpiece, i swear

the devil's little angel — THIS IS ONE OF MY ULTIMATE FAVORITES, demon!yeonjun had me screaming and it was just so fun to read and i loved every single second of it so much that i've read it nearly ten times now. so go read it, you won't regret it!

the boy with the horns — another of my ultimate favorites (i told you, their writing is just that amazing), woodland fey!soobin just had me going so soft :(( i literally sobbed at one point, that's how invested i was

bleeding heart — the tension between vampire!yeonjun and vampire slayer!reader had me screeching

curtain call — i have a sad crush vampire!soobin

i love you, always — this felt so..bittersweet? taehyun loves y/n so much, i lowkey cried while reading this

@angelfic

the art of (mis)communication — i am a whore for both reconciliation and yeonjun, 100000/10 pls read this i beg of you

@angelictaehyun

growing pains — ahhh once again a yeonjun fic, my chest hurt a lil bit at some points but it was so sweet!!

@neovisioned

bed of spiderwebs — spiderman!mark has my heart screeching, i loved every second of it ♡

eddie ate dynamite — johnny suh coming for my throat yet again

cupid victorious — cupid!jaehyun :'))) definitely one of my favorites!!

@domjaehyun

quarantine chronicles — ok if you haven't read this or the part two yet then you're missing out big time!! the tension, the buildup, every single part of this fic was just *chef's kiss* but multiply thay by a million

all these years — every single moment of this felt so nostalgic and the ending was so sweet :')

@caiuscassiuss

muse — i keep going back to this one constantly, the angst in this phenomenal and i love artist!taeyong sm here

@neoct-zen

loverboy — HOT, AMAZING, I SCREAMED. the blurbs that accompany this are also top-tier i recommend reading each and every one!!

@moondustis

pink + white — i'm so soft for mark i stg, this was the cutest thing ever

@loviejaehyun

can't avoid this feeling — hockey player!mark is the best thing ever

all tied up — i just- screamed as i read this bc professor!jaehyun is too hot goodbye

@hopejanaee

incapable — this is one of the best yoongi fics i've ever read ngl, it's not completed quite yet but the parts that have been posted are top tier!!

breathless — THIS. I LOVED THIS. yuta is just so hfjshhfhshfnsn and i love this sm

@hwaddict

melting point — big boy mingiiii, 100/10 would recommend

@okayau

house next to mine — frat boy!yeonjun rly got me going, cute and hot at the same time ahhhhbfnsnnf

youth — ADORABLE, yeonjun's confession is peak i love it here

run away — how many yeonjun fics can i fit in this post? (answer: a lot) definitely one of my favorite harry potter aus!! it was awesome seeing how their relationship changed throughout the years and perhaps i teared up a little at the end :'))

@starrychannies

baby steps — ONE OF ALL-TIME MY FAVORITE FICS ON THIS SITE, every single part is so well-written and ahhhhhfhdhhf chan makes me feel some type of way

my stupid — another yeonjun fic! angsty but v cute at the end :')

@baekhvuns

this youth of craziness — 40k words of pure gold, this fic is absolutely one of my favorite san fics ever!!

replacement — prince!ten makes my brain go brrrr, i love how the y/n just speaks her mind here

@masterninjacow

untitled project — i saw soulmate au with mark and i knew would already love it, and i did! pizza boy!mark at that, amazing and i adored it

more amazing blogs!!: @galaxteez, @poutybinz, @lustjoong, @bloominghigh

these are just a few of the fics and blogs i found this year, find more on my fic rec blog @agustdiv1ne-recs!! (my thumbs are starting to hurt i'm so sorry bfjshfhsh)

wrapping up each month since august since that's when i actually started posting LMAO

☆ august

03: good enough — chan

03: bloodsucker — seonghwa

04: cutie — san

09: veloxrotaphobia — mingi

19: want — changbin

21: numb — yunho

100 follower special — i reached 100 followers towards the end of august, my first ever milestone :') also my first ever time taking requests, 'twas very fun ♡

☆ september

03: on camera — jungkook

☆ october

27: oh, worm? — namjoon

31: demon days — san

☆ november

10: a letter to my love — xiaojun

23: bad for u — jaehyun

27: home sweet home — yeonjun

☆ december

christmas bash 2020 — my brain went hey what if you did this- and i listened so here's 17 holiday fics hahahaa (not all of them are out yet but i'm working on it!!)

things i plan to release in 2021!!

☆ sunflower — jimin

☆ cross — yeonjun

☆ landslide — seonghwa

☆ nice save — san

☆ red — hyunjin

☆ a secret series (that will be revealed once i plan everything) — ateez

☆ 4 unrelated secret fics oOoOoo — will i reveal them? you'll just have to wait and see ;)

there will definitely be more posted! these are the ones that are going to be my priority at first, but my imagination is always churning so expect a lot more :)) check out all of non-secret wips here!

i hit 500 followers a couple days ago! i nearly screamed when i saw that LMAO. thank you so much for liking my content because i work hella hard on it :') sometimes i feel like i don't deserve y'all really, but @hwaddict will yell at me if i say that so ig i take it back hfhshhdhg

a post for celebrating this milestone will come as soon as i finish up the rest of my christmas fics!! sorry that i'm so slow :( (hint: my requests will be open, so look out for it!)

so yeah!! that's it, sorry for the painfully long post (i'm sorry to my thumbs for typing this whole thing out </3). thank you to everyone who read this far!! i hope everyone has a happy and healthy new year, and in the words of txt's cover, fuck 2020. may 2021 be a much better year for all of us!!!

much love,

ashlee ♡

#i'm sorry if i missed anyone :((#j know i love and appreciate u a lot #it's j my thumbs are literally cramping up as i type this :(#2021 celebration!#happy new year y'all #lmk if any of links are wrong bc i will fix them asap

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omgnctchina · 4 years

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COLLEGE SOCCER PLAYER JEONGHAN

a/n: this is the first time i’m doing something like this so i am SO sorry if it SUCKS

a/n pt 2: i actually hate it but am posting for @viastro

so like college sucks dude

it sucks a lot

but college sucked a lot less when you had activities to participate in

luckily Yoon Jeonghan, local college campus crush, had a soccer scholarship

and with that soccer scholarship, he was able to attend college

without it he wouldn’t be able to afford it

and he couldn’t really even do the things he wanted

like get a part time job or hang out with his friends more often than he does

it was always soccer, soccer, soccer

that’s all anybody ever saw

“yoon jeonghan, soccer player”

most didn’t care about his dreams, his hobbies

it was always how he played soccer and how hot he looked doing so

only his friends knew what he actually wanted to do

he wanted to teach young kids about music

music was almost like a guilty pleasure for him

even if he was always seen with headphones, most didn’t know he was as passionate as he was about music

he was practically miserable but he couldn’t do anything about it

his best friends, joshua hong and choi seungcheol, often encouraged him to be more open about what he wants to do but

nobody really cared, jeonghan decided

so he minded his own business

he kept to himself and to his friends

he didn’t bother with dating as everyone on campus saw him as the hunky soccer guy and didn’t care to get to know him more

but because he didn’t seem to want to date

it made him more desirable

because you want what you can’t have 😌

anyways

he hides around the college campus alot

because girls like to follow him around and it creeps him out

rightfully so

and they all watch him during soccer practice

he just wants to survive college

but coincidentally

thats how he meets YOU

one day while hes double cheeked up on a tuesday afternoon

he has a free period

where he has to find a hiding place to study in peace

and as he’s hiding in the back of the library

you, the library assistant, find him

making eye contact with him, his eyes widen

you open your mouth to ask him something

and he rushes towards you, covering your mouth with hand

and desperately whispers

“PLEASE DON’T SAY ANYTHING I JUST WANT TO STUDY”

completely concerned, you removed his hand for your mouth

and give him a weird look

and ask him

“are you okay?”

he continues to beg you not to reveal where he is

and you agree,,, only because you want to walk away from the conversation asap

but as he explains in panic as to why he was hiding

your heart softened and offered him a new hiding spot

underneath your desk where you check out books

no one would be able to see him

and he agreed because for some reason he trusts you

(and he thinks you’re very pretty but he won’t admit that)

(yet)

and so he keeps you company until the library closed

and you say goodbye to each other

you don’t expect to see him ever again

but what do you know!

you’re friends with one of his friends!

and you guessed it!

mingyu!!

...

i’m joking of course it’s wonwoo

anyways

since you’ve met jeonghan you’ve developed quite the crush on him

no one can blame you!!! he’s so attractive i swear i’ll pee myself if he ever looks at me directly

but you never admitted it out loud

and so when wonwoo invites you to his party you’re hesitant but he insists because he wants you to meet his friends

and he wants to set you up with jeonghan because he can tell jeonghan has a crush on the “librarian girl who helped me hide from the crazy girls”

so when you arrive

jeonghan answers the door

to which the both of you look like

*insert pikachu meme*

(i have it somewhere in my pictures but i have 17,178 photos and i am NOT going thru them all)

and wonwoo sees you and is like “y/n!!! :D”

and thats when jeonghan figures out your name because the two of you barely talked to each other

and you guys were too intimidated to get each others names

and he’s like

“ur name is very pretty 🥺”

and ur like

“omg thank you 🥺👉👈”

and he wants to BARF because god you are so PRETTY

and you ask him his name

and he answers

and you literally shit ur stomach out because

holy fuck this is THE jeonghan??? soccer god???

the one EVERYONE has a crush on???

and you helped him HIDE FROM THEM

you become even more nervous than you were originally

but jeonghan continues to talk to you and asks you questions about yourself

and you answer the best you can without sounding stoopid because you’re talking to JEONGHAN you can’t think straight

and you finally get to ask him questions

your go to is soccer because that’s what he’s known for

and you can tell

his mood changes when soccer is first discussed

you don’t know why

but you immediately changed the subject

to what he wanted to do with his life

which shocked him

someone cares enough to ask?

he doesn’t answer because he’s looking at you jaw dropped

and he asks you why you’re asking

and you’re completely confused and you answer honestly

“i’m curious about what you want to do?”

and he asks why you immediately dropped soccer after two questions and you again answer honestly

and he’s so shocked and so touched

that he hugs you

and whispers a thank you

and you return the hug because

he obviously needs it

and the night goes on

and eventually you say your goodbyes to everyone

but not before you and jeonghan exchange numbers ;)

you two text until you fall asleep

and text all day

and the cycle repeats

until about a couple months of getting to know each other

you guys officially hang out

and the entire time you guys are vibing

since the two of you became friends

both of your feelings for each other grew

and at the end of the hang out

the two of you are singing along to a song on the radio in a silly way

until a slow song comes on next

and he glances at you as you sway along to the song

and begins to sing softly

and your heart went OOPS

i’m in LOVE WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

he gets shy and blushy as he continues to sing

until the song ends

and ur clapping claiming he’s an amazing singer and that he should go pro

he just leans in and smooches you

you’re shocked for like a second

before you come to your senses and kiss him back

and bing bang boom yall are datings

which means you go to all of his games

and you get to wear his jersey

and his hoodies

and his clothes

and you get to hold his hand

he brings you food when you’re working at the library

when things are slow he comes to just hang out or study with you

and you’ll catch him after soccer practice and get a late dinner with him sometimes

you two are so cute and wonwoo takes all the credit for the two of you

seungcheol and joshua tease you two all the time but yall are just vibing its all good

pretty much all of seventeen calls you two mom and dad

and you’re constantly on the verge of fighting because

he still gets stalked occasionally

(he has to hold you back from swinging sometimes)

and although he’s still not as open about what he wants to do

you helped bring a part of him out

and he’s given you a family away from home

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Runaway - Part Two

~Masterlist~

Concept: Hazel Richards is a twenty-year-old woman living in London. When she meets a mysterious time-travelling alien known only as the Hunter, she’s thrust into a world of wonder she could only have imagined.

Warnings: swearing, follows S1 of Doctor Who.

As Hazel entered, she met the Hunter with a smile, and the Time Lady even smiled a little herself. "You were right, you know."

"What do you mean?" Hazel asked, walking up to the console.

"I do have a name. Asides from the Hunter, I mean." The Time Lady shrugged. "I was named Artemis the same way you were named Hazel, but my people often choose titles as well. Mainly because it's easier. Titles are meaningless, they are not names, not really. They just reflect us."

"Artemis, huh?" Hazel repeated, raising her eyebrows. "Like the goddess?"

The Hunter smirked a little. "Well, I did leave an impression on the ancient Greeks, yes. Me and my --" She cut herself off.

Hazel frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." The Hunter took a deep breath. "Right then, Hazel Norton, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time. It's your choice. What's it going to be?"

"Forwards," Hazel replied, letting it slide.

"How far?"

"Uh..." Hazel shrugged. "One hundred years."

The Hunter set the TARDIS into motion, before landing it a few seconds later. "There you go. Step outside those doors, it's the twenty second century."

Hazel's eyes widened. "You're kidding."

"I'm not." The Hunter smirked a little. "That's a bit boring, though. Do you want to go further?"

"Fine by me," Hazel grinned. The TARDIS went into flight for a bit longer this time, before settling down again.

"Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it's the year 12005, the new Roman Empire."

"You think you're so impressive," Hazel accused, smirking.

The Hunter snorted. "I am so impressive."

Hazel scoffed. "You wish!"

"Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go," the Hunter decided. "Hold on!" She piloted the TARDIS a lot further this time, and the flight was much more turbulent.

"Where are we?" Hazel asked when they landed. "What's out there?"

The Hunter didn't answer, just gestured towards the door with her hand. Hazel grinned, going outside and down a flight of steps. As she and the Hunter walked towards it, a large shutter in the wall descended to reveal an orbital view of the Earth. Hazel's breath hitched in her throat.

"You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that maybe you survive," the Hunter began. "This is the year five point five slash apple slash twenty six. Five billion years in your future, and this is the --" She checked her wristwatch. "Hold on." Her head bobbed a little bit as she counted down in her head. Outside, the sun flared and turned red. "This is the day the sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world."

Hazel's eyes widened. "I take it all back, Artemis. This is pretty damn impressive."

The Hunter smirked, leading her down a corridor. Up above, a tannoy announced a message to the whole space station. "Shuttles five and six now docking. Guests are reminded that Platform One forbids the use of weapons, teleportation, and religion. Earth Death is scheduled for 15:39, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite."

"So, when it says guests, does that mean people?" Hazel wondered.

"Well, that depends on your definition of people," the Hunter shrugged.

"I mean people," Hazel clarified. "What do you mean?"

"Aliens," the Hunter replied simply.

Hazel frowned as they took a left. "What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?"

The Hunter raised an eyebrow. "It's not really a spaceship, more like an observation deck. The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn." She used her sonic screwdriver to open a wall panel and check something behind it.

"What for?"

"Fun," the Hunter shrugged. They walked into a large room lined with display cases and a huge floor-to-ceiling window looking out onto the planet below. "Of course, when I said the great and the good, what I meant is the rich. Some things never change."

Hazel shook her head. "But hold on. The sun expanding, that takes hundreds of years, right?"

"Millions," the Hunter agreed. "But the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? Gravity satellites holding back the sun."

"The planet looks the same as ever," Hazel sighed. "I thought the continents shifted and stuff."

"They did, and the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth," the Hunter explained. "But now the money's run out, nature takes over."

"How long's it got?" Hazel wondered.

"About half an hour, then the planet gets roasted like a slightly bigger-than-usual chestnut."

"Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do?" she asked. "Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth."

The Hunter shook her head. "I'm not saving it. Time's up."

Hazel frowned. "But what about the people?"

"It's empty," the Hunter responded. "They're all gone. No one left."

Hazel sighed, biting her lip. "It's just me now."

"Who the hell are you?" The two girls turned to see a tall, blue-skinned man with golden cat eyes striding towards them.

"Oh, that's nice, thanks. The Steward, I presume?" The Hunter looked up at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

"But how did you get in?" the Steward spluttered. "This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They're on their way any second now."

"Yes? We got here early, is that a problem? Look, I've got our invitation." The Hunter pulled out a leather wallet, and showed the man what looked to Hazel like a blank piece of paper. "There, see? The Hunter, plus one. I'm the Hunter, this is Hazel Norton. She's my plus one. Is that all right?"

The Steward blinked. "Well, obviously. Apologies, et cetera. If you're on board, we'd better start. Enjoy." He strode over to a podium with a microphone attached.

"The paper's slightly psychic," the Hunter told Hazel. "It shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time."

"He's blue. An alien, right?" Hazel checked. When the Hunter nodded, she sighed. "How comes he's speaking English?"

"That'll be the TARDIS. She translates for you. Meant to mention it earlier, sorry." The Hunter bit her lip.

"Okay," Hazel nodded. "That's... cool."

"We have in attendance the Hunter and Hazel Norton. Thank you," the steward announced. "All staff to their positions." Several people who only came up to Hazel's waist appeared and started bustling around. "Hurry now, thank you. Quick as we can. Come along, come along. And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute, and Coffa."

Hazel blinked as a bark-skinned woman entered with two larger male escorts. "Oh, he really meant trees," she realised.

"Yep," the Hunter agreed.

"There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. if you could keep the room circulating, thank you," the Steward requested. "Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, we have the Moxx of Balhoon."

The Hunter started patting down her pockets, and cursed when she didn't come up with anything. "Hazel, got anything we could use as gifts?"

The girl shook her head. "No, sorry."

"It's okay, doesn't matter," the Hunter told her. "This is going to be interesting."

The trio of trees stopped in front of the Hunter and Hazel. "The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather." Jabe handed Hazel a rooted twig in a small pot.

"Thank you," the Hunter smiled politely, which Hazel noticed looked a lot different to one of her genuine smiles. "Yes, gifts. Uh, I give you in return a... a Kiss of Tranquillity." She leaned forwards and gave Jabe a quick peck on the mouth.

"How intimate," Jabe smiled.

"There's more where that came from," the Hunter winked.

"I bet there is." Jabe and her bodyguards moved on.

Hazel chanced a glance at the Hunter. "That was a nice gift."

The Hunter raised an eyebrow. "There's a queue. Besides, it was either that or we each lose a few hairs as 'cuttings of ourselves'. I figured you'd prefer the kiss. My brother would've --" She froze, clearing her throat.

"From the Silver Devastation, the sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe," the Steward declared.

A squat blue alien rolled up to them on his travel pod. "Ah, the Moxx of Balhoon," the Hunter greeted.

"My felicitations on this historical happenstance," he replied. "I give you the gift of bodily salivas." He spat at them, and it hit Hazel in the face.

"Thank you very much," the Hunter snickered, blowing him a kiss in return. Next was a group of black-robed bipeds. "The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you a Kiss of Tranquillity." She blew them a kiss.

From underneath a robe, a large metal hand held out a silver ball. "A gift of peace in all good faith."

"Thanks," the Hunter nodded, taking the ball as she handed Hazel a tissue to get rid of the Moxx's spit.

"And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below," the Steward began. "In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen."

Hazel frowned as she saw a face in a piece of skin stretched in a rectangular frame was wheeled in. "The last Human?"

"The last pure human," the Hunter corrected, her lip curling in distaste. "If you can call that pure."

"Oh now, don't stare," Cassandra chastised in an aristocratic voice. "I know, I know, it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturise me. Moisturise me." One of the two men who'd wheeled her in sprayed her skin with something, and she relaxed.

"Truly, I am the last Human," she continued. "My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth, and were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye." Cassandra sniffed dramatically. "Oh, no tears, no tears. I'm sorry. But behold, I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from it's nostrils. Or was that my third husband?" She chuckled. "Oh, no. Oh, don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines. And here, another rarity."

Hazel frowned, walking around the room to see just how thin Cassandra was, and turned to see a 50's jukebox being wheeled in. She didn't notice the Hunter watching her with an eagle eye, evaluating how she was taking things. "According to the archives, this was called an iPod," Cassandra announced. "It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!" Hazel shook her head a little as Tainted Love began to play.

"Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in thirty minutes," the Steward stated.

Hazel caught the Hunter's eye and mouthed "I'm sorry" before running off out of the door to try and clear her head somewhere away from all the aliens. The Hunter made to follow her, but Jabe interrupted her. "Hunter?" she asked, snapping a picture with her device. "Thank you." The Hunter looked at her weirdly before leaving.

***

Hazel found herself in a corridor with a window, and stood there for a while, watching the sun. A young woman came round the corner, looking similar to the Steward, except she was wearing overalls and a baseball cap. "Sorry," Hazel muttered. "Am I allowed to be in here?"

The woman winced. "You have to give us permission to talk," she whispered.

"Uh, you have... permission?"

"Thank you," the woman smiled. "And no, you're not in the way. Guests are allowed anywhere."

"Okay," Hazel nodded, watching as the woman went over and unlocked a wall panel. "What's your name?"

"Raffalo."

"Raffalo? I'm Hazel."

"That's a lovely name, miss," Raffalo complimented. "I won't be long, I've just got to carry out some maintenance. There's a tiny little glitch in the Face of Boe's suite. There must be something blocking the system. He's not getting any hot water."

"You're a plumber," Hazel realised.

Raffalo grinned. "That's right, miss."

"They still have plumbers?"

"I hope so," Raffalo joked, "else I'm out of a job."

Hazel smiled. "Where are you from?"

"Crespallion," Raffalo replied.

"That a planet, is it?" Hazel asked.

"No. Crespallion's part of the Jaggit Brocade, affiliated to the Scarlet Junction, Convex fifty six. And where are you from, miss?" Raffalo paused. "If you don't mind me asking."

"No, not at all," Hazel shook her head, looking out of the window at the Earth. "Uh, I don't know. A long way away. I just sort of hitched a lift with this woman. I didn't even think about it. I don't even know who she is. She's a complete stranger." She sighed. "Anyway, don't let me keep you. Good luck with it."

"Thank you, miss," Raffalo smiled. "And er, thank you for the permission. Not many people are that considerate."

Hazel nodded, smiling shyly. "Okay. See you later." She made her way back to the area that they'd first arrived in.

"Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery fifteen please report to the Steward's office immediately. Guests are reminded that use of teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace Treaty five point four slash cup slash sixteen. Thank you."

She rolled her eyes, going inside and sitting next to the steps, putting the ball and pot down next to her.

"Earth Death in twenty five minutes."

Hazel sighed. "Oh, thanks." She picked up the plant pot and peered at it. "Hello. My name's Hazel. That's a sort of nut. We might be related." She checked herself, and sighed again. "I'm talking to a twig."

"Oi, now, careful with that. Park it properly. No scratches!" The Hunter's voice filtered through the door, and Hazel rolled her eyes. "Hazel? You in there?" She entered, and nodded when she saw the human. "What do you think, then?" she asked as she sat opposite.

"Great," Hazel sighed. "Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper. They're just... so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at 'em... and they're alien."

"Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South," the Hunter quipped, allowing a small smirk to rise to her lips.

Hazel looked at her curiously. "Artemis... Where are you from?"

Though it had hardly been expressive before, the Hunter's face completely shut down, only her eyes showing the pain she felt at the memory of her home. "All over the place," she replied curtly.

"From what planet?" Hazel questioned, not missing the flicker of pain spreading across the Time Lady's face.

"It's not as if you'll know where it is!" the Hunter shot back.

"Where are you from?"

"What does it matter?!"

"Tell me who you are!" Hazel shouted.

"I can't!" the Hunter yelled. Hazel blinked, shocked into silence. "I can't tell you who I am, because I don't know. I just... I don't know who I am." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Please, Haze. Don't ask me to try."

Hazel's eyes had widened considerably. This was a different side to the Hunter than she had seen before. This wasn't angry, or stubborn, or snarky, or quirky, or reserved. This was pained, and exposed. This was frightening. "All right." She went over and sat next to the Hunter, tentatively putting her arm around the woman's shoulders. "It's okay, Art. As Mikey the Pikey always says, don't argue with the designated driver." She pulled out her phone. "Can't exactly call for a taxi. There's no signal. We're slightly out of range."

The Hunter tried for a smile. "Tell you what." She took Hazel's phone apart, glancing up at the girl. "Art?"

Hazel blushed a bit. "Yeah. Short for Artemis. I mean, if you don't like it, I -"

"No, it's cool. I love it," the Hunter assured her, before handing the phone back. "Try it now."

Mystified, Hazel hit speed dial. "Hello?" Jason's voice echoed into her ear.

"Jace?" Hazel asked, her eyes lighting up as she grinned.

"What's wrong, H? You never call in the middle of the day." Hazel laughed a little at hearing his voice while she was five billion years in the future. "What's so funny, squirt?"

"Nothing," Hazel lied. "You're all right, though?"

"Yeah, course I am." Jason sounded confused as usual. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"What day is it?" Hazel inquired.

"Wednesday, all day. You and Pikey got a hangover again?" Jason asked, sighing. "You're gonna have liver failure."

"Oh, shut up, you dipshit. I was just calling cause I might be late home," Hazel laughed.

There was a pause. "Haze, is something wrong?"

Hazel grinned. "No. I'm fine. Top of the world." She hung up, and looked at the Hunter, who was wearing a small smile too.

"You think that's amazing, wait till you see the bill," she joked.

"That was five billion years ago," Hazel realised. "So, he's dead now. Five billion years later, Jace's dead."

The Hunter rolled her eyes. "Bundle of laughs, you are." Both girls looked up as the space station shook vigorously for about thirty seconds. "That's not supposed to happen."

***

"That wasn't a gravity pocket," the Hunter was saying as she marched onto the Observation Deck with Hazel. "I know gravity pockets, and they don't feel like that." She beckoned to the trees. "What do you think, Jabe? Listen to the engines. They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?"

Jabe shook her head politely. "It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Where's the engine room?" the Hunter questioned.

"I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite. I could show you and your wife," Jabe offered.

The Hunter and Hazel shared a glance. "She's not my wife."

"Partner?"

"No."

"Concubine?"

"Nope."

"Prostitute?" Jabe asked innocently.

The Hunter didn't miss the way Hazel froze, her face losing all its colour. "Definitely not," the Time Lady stated, shooting Jabe a look.

Hazel took a deep breath, looking away for a second. "Whatever I am, it must be invisible. Do you mind?! Tell you what, you two go and pollinate. I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word with Michael Jackson." She turned to go and talk to Cassandra, but the Hunter caught her elbow.

"Don't start a fight," she ordered with a small smirk, before letting the human go and offering Jabe her arm, her face back in its usual expressionless mask. "I'm all yours."

"And I want you home by midnight!" Hazel called after them, smiling as the Hunter laughed.

***

"Earth Death in fifteen minutes. Earth Death in fifteen minutes."

"So who's in charge of Platform One?" the Hunter asked as she poked around in a maintenance duct. "Is there a Captain?"

"There's just the Steward and the staff," Jabe replied. "All the rest is controlled by the metal mind."

The Hunter frowned. "You mean the computer? But who controls that?"

"The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event to another," Jabe answered.

"But there's no one from the Corporation on board," the Hunter sighed.

"They're not needed," Jabe assured her. "This facility is purely automatic. It's the height of the Alpha class. Nothing can go wrong?"

The Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Unsinkable?"

Jabe tilted her head. "If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate."

"You're telling me." The Hunter snorted. "I was on board another ship once. They said that was unsinkable. I ended up clinging to an iceberg. Nearly got frostbite. What you're saying is, if we get into trouble, there's no one to help us out?"

"I'm afraid not," Jabe agreed.

"Fantastic," the Hunter grinned, leading her through the pipes.

The tree frowned. "I don't understand. In what way is that fantastic?"

***

Cassandra sighed as she watched the Earth and the sun, with Hazel standing next to her. "Soon, the sun will blossom into a red giant, and my home will die. That's where I used to live, when I was a little boy, down there. Mummy and Daddy had a little house built into the side of the Los Angeles Crevice. I'd have so much fun."

"What happened to everyone else?" Hazel asked. "The human race, where did it go?"

"They say mankind has touched every star in the sky," Cassandra replied.

"Right," Hazel dragged the word out sarcastically. "So you're not the last human."

Cassandra scoffed. "I am the last pure human. The others mingled. Oh, they call themselves New humans and Proto-humans and Digi-humans, even Humanish, but you know what I call them? Mongrels."

Hazel narrowed her eyes. "And you stayed behind."

"I kept myself pure," Cassandra agreed.

"How many operations have you had?" Hazel wondered.

"Seven hundred and eight." Hazel's jaw dropped. "Next week, it's seven hundred and nine. I'm having my blood bleached." Cassandra eyed her. "Is that why you wanted a word? You could be flatter, Hazel. You've got a little bit of a chin poking out."

Hazel raised her eyebrows. "I'd rather die."

"Honestly, it doesn't hurt," Cassandra assured her.

"No, I mean it. I would rather die. It's better to die than live like you, a bitchy trampoline."

Cassandra gasped. "Oh, well. What do you know."

"I was born on that planet, and so was my mum, and so was my dad, and that makes me officially the last human being in this room, cause you're not human," Hazel shook her head in disgust. "You've had it all nipped and tucked and flattened till there's nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin. You're just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin. Nice talking." She marched off, but the Face of Boe looked at her from the corner, and she heard a voice in her head.

"Hello, Hazel."

She frowned, walking over to him. "Was that you in my mind?"

"Yes, it was. I wanted to talk to you about the Hunter."

Hazel blinked. "The Hunter? What do you mean?"

"You should trust her," the Face advised. "She will help you blossom into an incredible woman."

Strangely enough, Hazel found herself trusting the Face, as if they had already met. "I want to. She's... she's amazing. But there's so much I can't tell her. About my mum, what happened to my dad. She doesn't even know my real surname."

The Face eyed her knowingly. "She has her own haunting past. If she is to open up, you must do so too. The Hunter's memories scar her far more than any injury. The people she has lost were dearer to her than anything else, and she blames herself for their demises. She is a broken woman, Hazel, and only you can help her. She has no one else."

***

The Hunter smiled politely as they walked along. "So tell me, Jabe, what's a tree like you doing in a place like this?"

"Respect for the Earth," Jabe replied, shrugging.

"Really?" the Hunter raised an eyebrow.

Jabe nodded. "We respect the Earth as family. So many species evolved from that planet. mankind is only one. I'm another. My ancestors were transplanted from the planet down below, and I'm a direct descendant of the tropical rainforest."

"Huh. Excuse me." The Hunter used her sonic screwdriver to try and get through a computer-controlled door lock.

"And what about your ancestry, Hunter?" The Time Lady froze. "Perhaps you could tell a story or two. Perhaps a girl only enjoys trouble when there's nothing else left." Jabe sighed. "I scanned you earlier. The metal machine had trouble identifying your species. It refused to admit your existence. And even when it named you, I wouldn't believe it. But it was right. I know where you're from. Forgive me for intruding, but it's remarkable that you even exist. I just wanted to say how sorry I am." Jabe put her hand on the Hunter's shoulder, and the Time Lady took a deep breath before getting the door open, brushing a tear from her cheek brusquely.

The pair of them walked through the door into a room with a series of massive oscillating fans. "Is it me," the Hunter began, her face expressionless as she regained her composure, "or is it a bit cold? I mean, that's an effective method of air conditioning. Sort of nice and old fashioned. Wonder if they call it retro." She scanned a panel with her sonic. "Gotcha." She pulled the panel off, and a metal spider scuttled out and up the wall. "What the hell is that?"

"Is it part of the retro?" Jabe asked.

The Hunter snorted. "I don't think so. Hold on." She aimed her screwdriver at the spider, but Jabe lassoed it. "Hey, nice liana."

Jabe blushed a deeper green. "Thank you. We're not supposed to show them in public."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," the Hunter winked, picking up the inert spider and sonicing it. "Now then. Who's been bringing their pets on board?"

"What does it do?" Jabe inquired.

"Sabotage," the Hunter replied darkly. "And the temperature's about to rocket. Come on."

"Earth Death in ten minutes."

***

They came across a corridor that was slowly filling with smoke. The little assistants were swarming the area, carefully not stepping in the bit where unfiltered sunlight was shining through the Steward's windows. "Hold on, get back," the Hunter ordered. She soniced the access panel for the room.

"Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

"Is the Steward in there?!" Jabe asked, horrified.

The Hunter nodded gravely. "You can smell him. Hold on, there's another sun filter programmed to descend." She ran off, leaving Jabe to usher the small assistants away.

***

Hazel groaned as she stirred on the floor of the room they'd arrived in.

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."

Hearing this, Hazel shot upright, in time to see the piercing glare start to fill the room. She sprinted for the door, trying to get out, then hammering on it when she realised it was locked. "Let me out! Let me out!"

"Sun filter descending."

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!"

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending."

Suddenly, a familiar voice called from outside. "Anyone in there?"

"Artemis! Let me out!" Hazel cried, banging on the door.

"Oh, well, it would be you," the Hunter sighed.

"Open the door!" Hazel shouted.

"Hold on, I'm working on it."

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending. Sun filter rising Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising Sun filter rising. Sun filter descending."

Hazel heard the Hunter curse outside. "Just what we need. The computer's getting clever."

"Art, please!" Hazel screamed, running down the steps to avoid being hit by the deadly rays.

"Haze, I need you to try and keep calm for me. Which I know is a really stupid thing to say, but trust me, okay?" the Hunter asked.

Hazel nodded, breathing heavily. "Okay. Calm. I can do calm. What exactly is happening right now?"

"I'm trying to override the computer, raise the sun filter. The computer's fighting back," the Hunter replied.

Hazel whimpered as the light got closer. "Art!"

"I know," the Hunter soothed.

"The lock's melted!"

"Sun filter descending. Sun filter descending. Sun filter rising. Sun filter rising."

"Hazel?" The girl ran back up to the door as the Hunter called her name.

"I'm okay!"

"The whole thing's jammed," the Hunter told her. "I can't open the doors. Stay there!"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Where am I going to go, Ipswich?"

***

"Earth Death in five minutes."

Jabe sighed. "The metal machine confirms. The spider devices have infiltrated the whole of Platform One."

"How's that possible?" Cassandra gasped dramatically. "Our private rooms are protected by a code wall. Moisturise me, moisturise me."

"Summon the Steward," the Moxx of Balhoon suggested.

"I'm afraid the Steward is dead," Jabe announced, wincing at the general outcry from the other guests.

"Who killed him?" the Moxx demanded.

"This whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe," Cassandra pointed out. "He invited us. Talk to the Face. Talk to the Face."

The Hunter entered, holding a wriggling mechanical spider. "There's an easy way of finding out who's responsible. Someone bought their little pet on board. Let's send him back to master." She put the spider down, and it scuttled over to Cassandra, scanning her, before going to the black-robed group.

"The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse!" Cassandra exclaimed.

"That's very well, and really kind of obvious," the Hunter said, rolling her eyes, "but if you stop and think about it..." She walked over to the Adherents, and when the leader tried to knock her out, she grabbed its robotic arm, yanking it off. "A Repeated Meme is just an idea. And that's all they are, an idea." She pulled on one of the wires dangling from the arm, and the Adherents all collapsed. "Remote controlled droids. Nice cover for the real troublemaker." She nudged the spider with her boot, and it scuttled over to Cassandra.

"I bet you were the school swot and never got kissed. At arms!" Cassandra cried. Her attendants raised their spray guns at the Hunter, who was unimpressed.

"What are you gonna do, moisturise me?" she raised her eyebrows.

"With acid!" Cassandra snapped, then sighed angrily. "Oh, you're too late anyway. My spiders have control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts, ta free, past every code wall. I'm not just a pretty face."

The Hunter crossed her arms. "Sabotaging a ship while you're still inside it? As plans go, that's pretty terrible."

Cassandra ignored the slight. "I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous."

"Five billion years, and it still comes down to money," the Hunter rolled her eyes.

"Do you think it's cheap, looking like this? Flatness costs a fortune. I am the last human, Hunter, me. Not that freaky little kid of yours." Cassandra blanched a little as the Hunter tilted her head, narrowing her eyes.

"Don't talk about Hazel like that," she warned icily.

"Arrest her, the infidel!" the Moxx cried.

"Oh, shut it, pixie!" Cassandra scowled. "I've still got my final option."

"Earth Death in three minutes."

"And here it comes," Cassandra smiled. "You're just as useful dead, all of you. I have shares in your rival companies, and they'll triple in price as soon as you're dead. My spiders are primed and ready to destroy the safety systems. How did that old Earth song go? Burn, baby, burn."

Jabe glared at her. "Then you'll burn with us."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I know the use of teleportation is strictly forbidden, but I'm such a naughty thing." Cassandra smirked. "Spiders, activate." The others struggled to keep their balance as a series of explosions rocked the Platform. "Forcefields gone with the planet about to explode. At least it'll be quick. Just like my fifth husband. Oh, shame on me."

"Safety systems failing."

"Bye, bye, darlings. Bye, bye, my darlings." Cassandra smiled as she and her attendants were beamed out.

"Heat levels rising."

"Reset the computer!" the Moxx of Balhoon shouted.

"Only the Steward would know how," Jabe protested.

The Hunter shook her head determinedly. "No. We can do it by hand. there must be a system restore switch. Jabe, come on. You lot, just chill." She smirked as she and Jabe ran out of the door.

***

"Earth Death in two minutes. Heat levels critical."

"Oh, and guess where the switch is," the Hunter groaned as they arrived back in the engine room, seeing the reset switch on the other side of the huge fans which were still turning. She pulled a breaker lever, and the fans slowed a little, but they sped up again as soon as she let go.

"External temperature five thousand degrees."

The Hunter stared as Jabe pulled the breaker, holding it in place. "You can't. The heat's going to vent through this place."

"I know," Jabe stated.

"Jabe, you're made of wood!" the Hunter exclaimed.

The tree fixed her with a steel look. "Then stop wasting time, Time Lady."

"Heat levels rising. Heat levels rising."

With a sigh, the Hunter nodded, and timed her walking past the first fan.

"Heat levels critical. Heat levels critical."

She glanced back at Jabe, then ran past the second fan.

"Heat levels hazardous. Heat levels hazardous."

Jabe started to combust, but she held onto the lever until she could not. When she let go, the fans sped up to faster than ever before, until they were just a blur in front of the Hunter's face.

"Planet explodes in ten..."

The Hunter looked back at Jabe, burning on the floor.

"Nine..."

She turned back to the lever, wondering how the hell she was going to get past the last fan.

"Eight..."

The Hunter closed her eyes, thinking of Hazel, trapped in Gallery 15, with nothing protecting her from the heat of the sun.

"Seven..."

She thought of Jason and how, if Hazel died here, she'd have to bring her body back to him, and watch his heart break at his sister's death.

"Six..."

She thought of herself, and what she would do without the human girl who had started changing her already.

"Five..."

She stepped past the last fan.

"Four..."

The Hunter opened her eyes, realising she had succeeded, and threw the reset switch. "Raise shields!" she yelled.

***

When Hazel entered the Observation Deck, the Hunter was talking to Jabe's bodyguards, giving them the bad news. As the two trees hugged each other, the Time Lady walked back over to the human, looking a little shell-shocked. "Are you all right?" Hazel asked softly, putting her hand on the woman's arm.

The Hunter nodded decisively. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them. Idea number one, teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of feed. Idea number two, this feed must be hidden nearby." She grabbed the ostrich egg Cassandra had brought and smashed it open to reveal a small triangular device. "Idea number three, if you're as clever as I am, then a teleportation feed can be reversed." She pushed some of the device's buttons, and they heard Cassandra's voice before she appeared in front of them.

"Oh, you should have seen their little alien faces," Cassandra laughed, before realising where she was. "Oh."

"The last human." The Hunter shook her head in disgust.

Cassandra looked scared. "So, you passed my little test. Bravo. That makes you eligible to join, er, the Human Club."

"People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them," Hazel accused.

"Remind me of your past, freak?" Cassandra shot back, and the girl blanched, stepping back a little. "Besides, it depends on your definition of people, and that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries." She smirked at the Hunter, who was glaring right back. "Take me to court then, Hunter, and watch me smile and cry and flutter -"

"And creak?" the Time Lady asked.

"What?" Cassandra frowned.

"Creak. You're creaking," the Hunter pointed out emotionlessly.

"What?! Ah!" Cassandra wailed. "I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens. Moisturise me, moisturise me! Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot!"

"You raised the temperature," the Hunter reminded her. "Look what you've done to yourself."

"Have pity! Moisturise me! Oh, oh, Hunter! I'm sorry! I'll do anything!"

"Aren't you going to help her?" Hazel whispered.

The Hunter shook her head, her eyes fixed on the skin. "Everything has its time and everything dies." She leaned a little closer to Cassandra. "You tried to kill my friend. That was a mistake."

"I'm too young!" Cassandra cried, and the Hunter didn't even flinch when the skin grew too taut and dry, and exploded.

***

Hazel was stood looking out into space long after the other guests had gone. She heard the Hunter's familiar booted footsteps behind her as the woman came to stand by her side. "The end of the Earth. It's gone. We were too busy saving ourselves, no one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking. It's just..." Hazel trailed off, shaking her head.

Watching her, the Hunter made a decision, and held out her hand. "Come with me."

***

The pair of them stepped out of the TARDIS onto a busy London street. The Hunter watched people going about their lives for a moment before sighing. "You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't. One day, it's all gone, even the sky." She swallowed, and Hazel squeezed her hand encouragingly. "My planet's gone." The human's eyes widened. "It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time."

Hazel gaped at the Time Lady. "What happened?"

She raised her eyebrows briefly, ignoring the tears in her eyes. "There was a war. And we lost."

"A war with who?" Hazel asked. The Hunter didn't reply, so she changed tack. "What about your people?"

The Hunter sighed. "I'm not just a Time Lady. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. my friends, my family, everyone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own, because there's no one else."

"There's me," Hazel offered shyly.

"You've seen how dangerous it is," the Hunter pointed out. "Do you want to go home?"

Hazel shook her head decisively. How could she leave the Time Lady on her own again? "No way. I want..." she trailed off, sniffing. "Oh, can you smell chips?"

The Hunter eyed her in amusement before nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, I can."

"I want chips," Hazel murmured.

"Me too," the Hunter agreed.

"Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is, and you can pay," Hazel decided.

The Hunter smiled a little, shrugging. "No money."

Hazel rolled her eyes, grinning. "What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad, chips are on me. We've only got five billion years till the shops close." She pulled the Hunter along with her as she ran through the crowds, heading for the nearest chip shop, and the girls both laughed as they nearly ran into a business man.

~~~

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Green and Gold: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Widow/Single Father! Gwilym Lee x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, Mentions of X rated thoughts, and more KAREN

Word Count: 4.4k

Previous Parts: One

Summary: When Gwilym lost his wife two years ago he feared raising his daughter alone in a small coastal New Jersey town would be difficult. In the two years since her death, Gwil and Brianne are finally ready to start moving on. Following the words of a child psychologist, Gwil signs Bri up for cheerleading with the local youth squad, something Gwil knows nothing about. As he is thrust in the world of cheer bows and back handsprings, he will learn it takes a lot more than green and gold uniforms to mend his and his daughter’s hearts. Hopefully through the squad they will find strength, friendship, and possibly a spark of new love for the widow himself.

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Author’s Note: It’s almost 2 am EST and I thought to myself, why not post part two. We are getting into meat of the story here, y’all! Again, this update is late, but my writing was hard to come by for a while. So without further ado, he is part 2 of Green & Gold. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future installments.

In the four short weeks since Brianne had started cheerleading practice, Gwilym had come to learn three absolute truths. First being that cheer made Bri happier than Gwil had ever hoped. In the time since that first practice, he had seen her smile more than he had seen since before Angela had passed away. Her eyes lit up now whenever she spoke about how the routine was coming along or how she was learning all of these different things. Such as stunts or new tumbling passages or jumps that had odd names like toe touches, herkies, and pikes. While Gwilym cooked dinner or checked over her homework, he could always hear her routine music coming from the stereo in the living room. Once he got her to wash her hands and then settled at the table. It would become Gwilym’s inquiry into the world of cheerleading and Brianne was more than happy to oblige his many questions.

Bri had taken to cheering like a fish takes to water. It was in her blood, Angela’s cheerleading history flowing through Brianne’s veins now. It made Gwil so happy. She spent three nights a week on the mat now and Saturday during the day at either the home field or away fields cheering on the young football players. The football team’s age coincided with the cheerleaders of Bri's team’s ages. Or the Mustang Pee Wees as Gwil had learned. He had finally found out the difference between the game cheers and the competition cheer as Bri had once told him. He usually sat in the game bleachers trying to decipher how American football was more popular than actual football. Or as Y/N lovingly reminded him every time he complained, “It’s soccer here.” she would say with a smile. At first he thought it was kind of annoying but now anytime she reminded him, he found it endearing. The way her lips curled up in a smile as she said it, he found himself mesmerized by it.

When Brianne wasn’t cheering and once her homework was done, she could be found hanging out with her new friends Jasmine, Joey, and Selma. The carpool Y/N had promised had been fruitful for Brianne and Gwilym on the friendship front. They had been the type of cheer parents Gwilym had hoped for and luckily he got in with them instead of the others. That was the second absolute truth he learned that, cheer parents were absolutely bonkers bananas insane. Karen Diguimi was just the tip of the massive iceberg that was the “Stepford Stangs” as Joe lovingly coined them. Gwil had now become a member of the mailing list. A dreaded place to be that he wouldn’t have agreed to had he known what a nightmare it truly was.

He had now started to receive daily emails with updates on fundraising and how close they were to the nice buses. Game schedules, rule changes, and low fat recipes to keep your little cheerleader in proper cheering shape were among the other important articles. Plus little snide comments on the surrounding towns’ teams and how far superior the Mustangs were to them. It was like a tabloid magazine that Gwil now had a daily subscription too.

Y/N had sent him a long paragraph text about the low carb recipes and how dare the “Stepford Stangs” imply that only certain shaped children could be cheerleaders. ‘It is the middle of October and they are nine and ten years old. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE SWIMSUIT READY?! Gwil, you will have to stop me from strangling Karen at the next practice.’ It made Gwilym feel a swell of pride for a moment that he read her text. It caused the return of a certain set of emotions. These feelings that he was feeling were something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Often he would check over the email for that week’s game schedule then file the email away. His new gang of misfit parents would mock the over ridiculous links in the emails or the fact that they received a new one every day. Joe always sent a meme or two about them, while Rami commented on the complete lack of email etiquette. ‘It’s too many emails and too many people hit Reply All instead of reply. It is chaotic!’ Rami had sent in their group chat. ‘I think its nice to keep us informed with the same information that we knew yesterday.’ Lucy had added. Gwil finally being able to put a face to the name as he met Rami’s other half at the first football game of the year. She was blonde, slim, and in a way almost fairy like. Her movements were graceful but she had this hidden strength to her. Rami and Lucy complimented each other well. Rami was a computer engineer, who like Gwil, could do most of his work from home. Lucy, on the other hand, was a certified midwife and a nurse at the local OBGYN. Often traveling between the hospital and the doctor office. Their schedules mostly allow for their twin girls’ busy sports schedules to work. Joe ran an accounting firm but swore he was bad at math. He stated he liked the business but preferred leaving the accounting to his dedicated small team of accountants.

Finally, the third absolute truth that Gwilym Lee knew was that Wednesday nights were now his favorite night of the week. It was the only night parents were allowed to stay for the whole practice. This meant about two hours of watching Bri have the most fun and grow into an even stronger, more beautiful young woman. It also meant getting to spend time with his new friends including Y/N. Y/N had quickly become Gwil’s confidant in all things cheer related. Any question or need he had, she had the answer and was always there with a smile. It was just another reason why Gwil was now harboring a crush on this woman. He and Bri had not seen her coming. He thought he would scrap by with googled information and keep his head down. He would be quiet and lonely, knowing just enough to get by.

Yet there was Y/N with her intelligence, her helping hand, and her kind heart. Bri also loved her and Jasmine. She was treated with so much love, respect, and care by Y/N. Gwil found it hard to keep himself from melting every time he was in her gaze. He felt like a teenage boy with a crush. He had confided in Ben who told him to get back on the horse. However, to Gwil, the horse was a twenty foot tall bear that was very hungry. Angela was still on his mind, in his life, in his heart. He saw her every day in the brown eyes of his daughter. He feared that any new relationship he would start would be doomed to be branded as the rebound relationship for the man with the dead wife. Even if he found someone, they had to pass the most important test in his book, being well loved by the most important person in his life, Brianne. He shook away the heavy thoughts as the red light turned green. He pressed his foot on the gas as he continued the drive to practice. Bri and Jasmine chatting in the back of his car.

Y/N had asked him to pick Jasmine up from school and drive her to practice. Y/N had a meeting with the college board about one of her students. She would meet them at the cheer gym later. Gwil’s mind couldn’t help but wander to Y/N. He hoped her meeting went well. He knew in just the short few weeks of knowing her that her job meant a tremendous amount to her. Professor Y/L/N had a very nice ring to it. His mind wandering further to dirtier thoughts. If they were ever to be together would she let him play the teacher's pet. His fantasy slowly took form in his head when Bri’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Dad?” No answer came from the driver’s seat. “Earth to dad. Father?” She laughed. Gwil pushed all X rated thoughts from his mind and looked to the rear view.

“Hmm?” He answered, putting on a small smile to show her that he has really been paying attention the whole time.

“Could Jasmine and Ms. Y/L/N come to dinner with us?” Bri asked sweetly. The two had joined them for dinner every Wednesday night since that first practice.

“Please Mr. Lee!” Jasmine used the same sweet voice. Gwil rubbed his jaw with his free hand as the two girls started repeating the world please.

“Please please please please please please please please please please please please please!” Bri and Jasmine begged together. Gwilym laughed, smiling.

“It is fine with me but we will have to ask your aunt, Jasmine, when we see her.” He said. Both girls cheered happily as they looked at each other.

“Of course Mr. Lee!” Jasmine smiled. “Aunt Y/N likes getting dinner with you and Bri.” Jasmine said. Gwil felt his cheeks heat up for a moment. This came as a surprise to him in a way. Sure he knew she cared about their friendship but maybe this meant she also felt something more for him. He quickly pushed this thought away, no it wasn’t a good time for him to get into a new relationship. I’m not ready. His thoughts continued his mantra.

“Well we like having dinner with both of you as well, dear.” He answered her. Jasmine’s smile grew. She was a wonderful little girl who Gwilym had grown to care for. She didn’t know what she was doing for Brianne, but Gwil did and how it helped her improve immensely. He had known his daughter had tried to hide her sadness from him. It was something she tried to do to prove she was strong like Angela but she didn’t need to. Gwil and her grandparents knew that Brianne had every ounce of Angela’s strength tenfold.

As he pulled into the parking lot of the cheer gym he saw Y/N’s Jeep had not yet arrived. He also didn’t see Joe’s or Rami’s cars either which meant he would be alone. He would most likely have to face yet another conversation with Karen. Or he could just hide out in his car until his friends arrived. He shook his head for a moment, he had to go inside, he could handle this. As both young girls made their way inside, Gwil followed behind them making sure both safely got in the building.

He signed both in at the desk where the young man who Gwil had learned was one of the coaches’ sons sat. He gave the teenaged boy a wave before moving to his usual spot in the bleachers. He had settled into the groove of sitting with everyone, Gwil sat on a lower bench due to his height, while Y/N sat on the bleacher bench above him so she could make eye contact easier. Rami would sit above her and then Joe would sit beside her, the four almost making a little diamond of security. His blue eyes looked around the room before he spotted her.

Karen was talking to some of the other team parents, her eyes scanning the room for him. He dropped his head down trying to hide himself from her.

“Oh Gwilym!” She exclaimed, moving to him. Gwil sat up straight, damn he had been caught. He politely smiled and nodded. Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t come over… He repeated in his head, it was too little too late. She made her way over to his place of peace and quiet.

“Hello Mrs. Digumi.” He said politely. Her smile grew. Damn, his British charm. She stood in front of him.

“Please call me Karen.” She smiled still. “I wanted to ask how everything was going with Brianne. She is quite the little cheerleader. One of the best on the squad. Almost as good as my little McKenna.”

“Thank you. I will tell her that later. She certainly seems to be enjoying it and that makes me happy.” He said honestly, maybe he was wrong about Karen.

“You should have her over for a play date with my McKenna. You and I can exchange parenting tips or tips of some other kind.” She batted her heavily mascaraed eyes at him. He gulped softly.

“I will have to talk to Bri about it and get back to you Mrs. Dig-Karen.” He corrected himself.

“I am just saying Brianne seems like a very sweet girl and you don’t want her to get in with the wrong crowd before middle school. Popularity is key and my little McKenna is going to be one of the most popular girls in school. Just like I was. If Brianne settles herself with the likes of those children, her social life is over and I don’t want that for her or for you. Popularity is everything.” She said as she sat next to him. No, he wasn’t wrong about Karen.

Wrong crowd? What the hell, they are children not teenagers. He thought to himself before defending the children of his friends. Popularity is everything. What a bunch of bullocks.

“Jasmine, Joey, and Selma are good kids. They are smart, fun, courteous, kind and they are Bri’s friends. They were the first ones to welcome her with open arms,” He said. Gwil was a bit taken aback that a grown woman would say something like that about ten year olds. If Bri and Jasmine weren’t on the mat about 50 feet away, he would have forgotten his manners and let Karen have it.

“I don’t appreciate you talking that way about my friends’ children or about your child’s fellow teammates.” He continued, his tone was serious and sharp. Her eyes went wide as she heard the manner in which he spoke.

“Oh! I didn’t mean the kids! I meant, um, the parents.” She was quick to backtrack and try to fix her mistake. Her chance with the Welsh man slipping away. “Gwilly, you are new to all of this. I should have specified that I meant that if Brianne settles herself with the likes of the parents of those children, her social life is over. You both deserve so much but you are still so naive, honey.”

“My name is Gwilym.” He stated. She had called him Gwilly, a nickname that Angela would lovingly call him after a few glasses of wine. How dare this woman even try to put herself in the same realm of love as his wife.

“I am so sorry honey.” She smiled to try to cover up the large hole she had dug for herself. “Like I was saying to you that first practice those parents you have chosen to bond with don’t understand the mustang way.” It was clear to Gwilym that Karen intended to keep digging. “Especially Y/N, I mean she likes to pretend she was a good cheerleader because she was once a national champion herself. But she was the worst one of that team, I should know, I did date her brother.” Karen said as jealousy slipped between each word. It was clear to her that Gwilym cared more for Y/N than he would ever care for her. “They carried her to the gold medal and she got the recognition for it like everyone else. Even made her brother break up with me, how dare she. That bitch.” That was the final straw for him.

“I am going to stop you right there, Mrs. Diguimi. I do not want to hear you ever bad mouth my friends or their children. Please understand I am friendly with you because I have to be. You are the team mom and I do not really like having issues with anyone. However, my daughter is the only reason I am here. Y/N, Joe, Lucy and Rami plus their amazing children came as an incredible bonus to all of this. You did not.” He said calmly. “Now please step away from me and know, this is the last conversation we will have that is not about fundraising or cheering information. I do not take kindly to people belittling others or their children for their own personal benefit. Thank you and have a good night.”

Karen let out a breath of air through her nose, standing up quickly. Moving from the bleachers, staring him down.

“Oh I understand.” Her voice dripped with sweetly sickening venom. “If you ever change your mind I am right over there with the good parents.” She moved to the other waiting ‘Stepford Stangs’. Gwil let out a long breath as a smile appeared on his lips. God, how good it felt to let her have it and god how he wished Y/N had seen him. She would be so proud once he told her. It was the sudden sound of two voices that drew him away from his fantasy.

“I see you are on the list now.” Rami said as he and Joe joined Gwilym in the bleachers.

“List?” He asked, tilting his head curiously.

“I’ll let Joe explain.” Rami smiled.

“It is Karen Diguimi’s way of saying you are cancelled until you apologize.” Joe smirked. “We just caught the tail end of what you were saying but from what we heard, it was fucking brilliant.” He said quietly enough for just the three men to hear. “Welcome to the list. I have been on it since the ‘I won’t let my underage child wash stranger’s cars in the shortest shorts debacle of last summer season.” Joe said.

“Rami, how did you end up on the list? It seems like she likes you the most out of all of us.” Gwil asked. Rami chuckled.

“I once asked her if the pom poms for adults were necessary at a competition because it was just one extra thing to carry.”

“That’s not too bad.”

“She also hates my wife.”

“Ah, I see.”

“So we both reside on the list with Joe and Y/N.”

“What did Y/N do to get on the list?”

“What hasn’t she done to get on the list?” Joe laughed. “First it was being Dominic Y/L/N’s little sister during high school. Then it was becoming Jasmine’s key guardian when he died, then it was a few other arbitrary things I don’t remember, but most recently, it was getting you to be our friend instead of hers.” Joe said.

“It’s a rite of passage to get on the list.” Rami said. All three men laughed as Gwil felt more at peace than ever before. Even though Karen had basically verbally bashed children in front of him and badmouthed Y/N, she did provide one key piece of vital information. Y/N as a former national champion for the Mustangs, maybe even on the same squad as his late wife. He marked it in his brain to ask her later.

As practice started and the three men continued their conversation, still no Y/N. Part of Gwilym began to worry that something bad had happened. He checked his phone to see if she had called or texted but nothing. He tried to push the worry to the back of his mind as Joe began to talk about the upcoming competition this weekend. It was the same thing Bri had not stopped talking about for the past week. Even as he got her and Jasmine into the car today, they talked about their nervous excitement for it.

Joe was going to ride up with Rami and Lucy. Figuring Gwil would want to carpool with Y/N. Actually all three of them, Joe, Rami, and Lucy, hoped something would blossom between the two.

“Oh I hadn’t even thought to ask her. It is probably too late, I will just drive up myself.” He said he was a bit disappointed he hadn’t asked.

“She’ll say yes if you do ask.” Rami smled.

“She might not.” Gwil continued.

“Oh no, she will definitely say yes.” Joe smiled slyly. Both men looked at each like they both held the same secret that Gwil wasn’t privy to. It was at that moment Y/N moved into the gym still in her work clothes. Her blazer that was once covering the purple silk blouse, was replaced by a jean jacket. She wore black slacks and black vans.

“I don’t drive in heels, I don’t want to be responsible for that many lives.” She had told him their first Wednesday night dinner out with the girls. He knew that she kept a pair of black lace up vans in her Jeep for the drive home from the university.

“Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.” Joe teased her as she sat in her usual spot. She laughed and Gwil’s heart skyrocketed into flight.

“Ha ha. Good to see you, Mozzarella.” She snarked.

“That’s Mr. Mozzarella to you.” Joe answered. Both tossing their heads back gently and laughed. There went Gwil’s pulse racing for a moment.

“Did I miss anything?”

“Gwil’s on the list.”

“No!”

“Oh hell yeah!”

“How? Tell me! I have to know how Karen’s little lust for you somehow got you on the list.”

“Karen’s little what?” Gwil said.

“Dude, she wanted to bone you.” Joe said. “Hard.”

“Bone?” He asked.

“Sleep with you, knock boots, cherry pick, dude I know too analogies for sex.”

“She’s married!” Gwil exclaimed quietly to the group.

“Hasn’t stopped her before.” Y/N said. “Anyway, tell me how you got on the list.”

Gwilym began to tell the story of her confrontation with Karen. His own smile grew as he watched Y/N’s own smile grow as he got to the words match.

“Mr. Lee you are bloody brilliant.” She said, her hand rubbed his arm for a moment before she withdrew it. Gwil blushed.

“It was nothing.”

“This is cause for celebration. You being on the list. We will all go out kid free and celebrate soon.” Joe said.

“Sounds good to me.” Rami agreed. Y/N nodded, her eyes looking up and waving to Jasmine as the girl waved back.

“Hey Y/N, did you know Gwilym here was going to drive to Trenton all alone?” Joe stated. Gwil’s eyes went wide as he looked at the man over Y/N’s shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yeah. He was going to drive by himself.”

“Why don’t you ride with me? It isn’t as long as a drive if you have a partner.” She offered him. Her Y/E/C eyes meeting his blue. A small smile on her lips.

“Um, you won’t mind?” He asked shyly.

“No, it will be a treat to spend time with you alone.” She said honestly, all the room felt almost like it was silent around them. Joe and Rami watching the two just share prolonged eye contact. Gwil could almost swear there was a light pink tinge on her cheeks as well.

“Then it's all set. I’d love to ride with you.” He smiled. The tinge got a bit darker.

Joe poked his head between the two, “Is your, um, neighbor coming?” He asked her. His voice was almost giddy, like Gwil’s when he talked about Y/N on the phone to Ben. Who was this woman that was making Joe act like the same lovestruck teenager he was?

“Oh no. Unfortunately, Jolene had one of her advanced painting classes rescheduled to Saturday. It is too much money to miss out on but she promised Jasmine she was coming to Regionals.” Y/N said as she raked her hair up into a messy ponytail.

“Oh.” Joe’s smile faded quickly.

“You know you could just ask her out. She likes you too.” Y/N patted her friend’s shoulder. Joe shook his head.

“The divorce is still too fresh to Joey. It wouldn’t be fair to him for me to get involved with someone new so soon after his mother and I split up.” Joe admitted. Gwilym understood that point. A divorce was a similar loss to a child as a parent passing. Everything became different over night for them, changing so suddenly. Joe and his ex were friendly enough to a point for the sake of their son. The one thing that will keep them forever linked.

“Okay honey. One day though, Joey is just going to want his dad to be happy.” She said with a soft smile to their friend. Joe just nodded looking over at his son.

How Karen could ever call this wonderful woman a bitch was past Gwilym’s arena of thought. He looked at Y/N and smiled. God how beautiful she is even in the lighting of this gym. He thought to himself. As more time passed for the practice, the three experienced cheer parents told Gwilym everything he would need to know to be ready for Saturday. How he would have to have Brianne ready before 6 am to get her to the gym so that the team could take a bus together to the arena before driving there with Y/N. He would have to make sure he paced enough bobby pins, snacks, water, everything. His worry level that he would mess this all up grew. Especially the idea that he would have to do her hair in a high slick back ponytail. Brianne had hair like her mom’s thick and wavy, he could barely get it into braids without at least three Youtube tutorials.

“How about this? I bring Jasmine over at like 5. I can do both of their hair and you can make sure they have enough snacks?” Y/N offered, once again being the incredible person that she was.

“Please. I fear what I would do to my poor girl’s head.” He said honestly.

“I think you would be fine, but the first competition is the scariest for both the parent and the cheerleader.”

“It will put not only my mind at rest but Bri’s mind too. Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you, Gwil.” She smiled. “Oh and um, thanks for standing up for the kids earlier with Karen. She can talk all the crap she wants about me but Jasmine doesn’t deserve that. It means a lot to me and it shows me how wonderful of a human being you are.” She said before turning her attention back to the mat. His heart raced again. God, Wednesday nights really were his favorite.

#green and gold #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym x reader #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee #bohemian rhapsody #midsomer murders #Lucy Boynton #rami malek #joe mazzello #ben hardy

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elyreywrites · 4 years

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hips don’t lie (shakira shakira)

a crack fic born of a typo, and enabled by discord (shout out to the C&C discord server!! y’all are amazing.) also, it was a motivational gift for a friend. and a huge thanks to Bumpkin for being my beta on this fic!

title from Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

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Teen 1,895 words Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Tim breaks a hip. Dick and Jason fight for the right of sitting shotgun. Barbara is the Actual Best. And Bruce is Suffering.

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Tim leaned back against the wall in his cell and waited. He certainly wasn’t going to escape at the moment – not after some goon had slammed a metal bat into his hip. Standing wasn’t going to happen, much less fighting. As it was, Tim could block out the pain while sitting down and not moving. He’d dragged his body out of the desert after he was stabbed in the spleen, he could ignore this pain.

The sound of shattering glass and indistinct yelling brought a grin to his face. Ah, his rescue had arrived. Who did they send this time? The gunfire that broke out could mean Jason, or the goons had guns. Maybe both. The only guarantee was that it wasn’t Damian. He had a final paper due in the morning for school and Bruce ordered him off patrol.

The commotion lasted all of ten minutes. After another couple of minutes, something banged on the other side of the door.

“Hey Red, yell if you’re in here,” called Dick. After a second, he squawked, “What was that for?”

“He might be unconscious and can’t fucking answer,” Jason snarked.

Huh, both of them to the rescue. “I’m conscious,” he yelled. The lock clicked and his two older brothers strolled in, the keys dangling from the lock.

“Oh good,” Jason drawled, “then you can explain why the fuck you didn’t escape on your own.” He tossed Tim an extra comm, which he immediately put in.

Tim hummed. “I mean, it might have something to do with the metal bat that some asshole caught me in the hip with.”

Both men paused, just as Bruce appeared in the doorway. Tim knew his eyebrow was raised expectantly under the cowl. Tim looked straight at him and said, “I’m not very hip.”

In the background, Dick started snickering as Jason choked on his laughter. Bruce, though – Bruce went still. Bat still – the kind he only got in two situations. One, if he was about to drop into a fight. Two, when one of his kids made an exceptionally bad joke. The second often came before the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad. “Your hip is injured,” he inferred, returning to the matter at hand. “What else can you tell us about the injury?”

Smirking, he complained, “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

The snickering turned into near-hysterical giggles. Jason was wheezing under the helmet. And there was the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad.

“Someone call Life Alert!” Dick gasped out through his giggling.

“Fucking hell, kid,” Jason managed. “You little fucking shit. We were worried about your goddamn ass, and here you are, making shitty jokes like you’re Nightwing.”

“Hey!”

Bruce shook his head. “Your hip might be broken. Let’s–”

Dick cut off their father. “That’s so sad,” he choked out past his widening grin, “Oracle, play ‘Hips Don’t Lie’.”

Bruce froze. Tim watched with glee as Jason sunk to the floor, his wheezing turning into the high-pitched keening of someone laughing without air. And then – because Babs was the Actual Best – the song started playing over the comm line.

Ah, there it was: the second Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad, almost entirely drowned out by Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

“Why,” he asked, long-suffering. “Why do you do this to me? Just… you two, get to the Batmobile. I'll get Red.”

Tim raised an eyebrow behind the mask. “You’re the one that chose to be a father. Really, you should have expected this.”

Bruce tilts his head, his own equivalent of a raised eyebrow when he’s in the cowl. “Oh, I’m supposed to expect my children to reference memes and make jokes when one has broken a hip. That’s what I was supposed to be prepared for, when I decided to take in a grieving child. The parenting books never warned me about that.” He leaned down and tried to carefully pick Tim up, as Tim gritted his teeth against the pain. In the background, “Hips Don’t Lie” faded away.

Over the comm, Jason scoffed. “As if you ever read any parenting books.”

“I know for a fact that you didn’t,” Dick added. “Agent A made enough pointed comments about it that I know you didn’t. Also, I call shotgun.”

“You can have shotgun over my cold, dead body, you dick!” Jason snapped.

“First of all, stop joking about your death! Second of all, fuck you, you know the rules! Hood, get back here! I fucking called shotgun as soon as the Batmobile was in view, respect the fucking rules!”

“You’ll have to drag me out!”

“Red Robin gets shotgun,” Batman cut in.

Tim looked at Bruce blankly. “One, Red Robin is staying out of this, as one of them has already tried to kill me before. Two, Red Robin has a broken hip and needs to be in the backseat, because there is no way in hell I can sit upright very well right now.”

“For shame, B,” Dick sighed. “Hood, I swear to fucking god, get the fuck out of shotgun! Batmaaaaan, Hood isn’t following the ruuuules!”

Tim felt the Heavy Sigh that time. Damn, three in one night? They were doing pretty well. “That’s not really anything new, though, is it?” Tim snarked.

“You wanna fuckin’ go, punk?” Jason called back.

Closer now, Tim could see as Dick shook his head in over-dramatic disappointment. “I can’t believe you, Hood. Breaking the Sacred Rules of Calling Shotgun. Threatening to fight a kid with a broken hip. What would Agent A say?”

“Oh shit.” Tim whispered, grinning, “you’re gonna be in trouble.”

Jason growled back over the line, apparently kicking out at Dick from his spot in shotgun. “Fuck you, I’m an adult!”

Someone hummed on the comm line. “Would you care to repeat that?” Alfred said, as calmly as ever.

At the same time, Dick grabbed Jason’s leg to pull him from the Batmobile. Both things caused Jason to squawk as he landed on his ass on the ground. “No, Agent A. Sorry, Agent A. Hey, that is not fair, I got there first! I have longer legs, and you’re gonna stick me in the back?!”

Bruce stopped for a second, watching the chaos of Dick trying to get into the passenger seat by climbing over Jason, who was still laying on the ground, while Jason kept grabbing his legs and pulling him back out. Tim watched Bruce, waiting. Wondering.

Bruce inhaled and–

Jason and Dick both froze as they heard the fourth Heavy Sigh of the night.

“Is… is that a record?” Jason asked, in a reverent whisper.

“I don’t know,” Dick replied, just as awed.

Tim smirked. “Robin and I have managed seven in one night.”

“What?!” Dick shrieked.

“How?!”

Bruce only looked tiredly upon his eldest sons. “Robin and Red Robin,” he said, as though that was enough explanation. Tim had to admit, it kind of was. No need to mention that it was only for show now, more for the purpose of antagonizing their family than anything else. Cass knew, because Cass always knew, but she only giggled whenever she witnessed their fights.

Jason and Dick stared at each other, Dick’s leg still caught in Jason’s grasp. “We can probably get at least five before we get back to the Cave,” Dick muttered lowly, as though the comm wasn’t picking up everything he said.

“Done,” Jason said. “But I still got here first so stop trying to claim shotgun.”

“Hmmm, nope. I called it as soon as the Batmobile was in view. Them’s the rules, little brother.”

Jason snarled. “I’m taller than you! I need the extra leg space more!”

“You are barely taller than me, and not enough to really matter for leg space.”

Batman carefully put Tim down so he was stretched out along the length of the backseat and climbed in the driver's seat. “How is it,” he began, “that Red Robin, your younger brother, is acting more mature than both of you.”

Jason and Dick both stared at Bruce in utter betrayal. Then Jason looked back at Dick. “Go share the backseat with Red, you’re the oldest. He’s in pain. He needs his big brother to tell him it’s okay.”

“God no,” Tim muttered. He did not want Dick’s smothering right now.

Dick gasped, head snapping to stare at Tim. “Holy shit, I didn’t even think about that! Red, does it hurt a lot? You need a hug.”

Plans for revenge were already forming in Tim’s mind as Dick climbed in the backseat with him, letting Tim lean back against him. Dick’s arms wrapped around Tim in what some considered a hug and others considered an inescapable hold. A hand was already carding through his hair and his oldest brother reassured him that they’d be back at the Cave soon. Jason was snickering from the passenger seat.

Dick needed a distraction.

“Hey, O?” Tim asked, “Can you connect to the Batmobile? You probably already know what I’m thinking.”

“Sure thing Red,” Barbara smirked. He knew she did – he could hear it. Through the speakers in the car, “Hips Don’t Lie” started playing, again.

Tim didn’t miss Bruce’s hands tightening on the steering wheel, probably refraining from sighing again. Of course, now that he knew they were actively trying to antagonize him, it was going to be a lot harder.

As Tim expected, with Shakira blaring out of the speakers, Dick and Jason joined in on the singing. Loudly and off-key. A grin stretched across his face. Normally, he’d join in, but the pain was a bit too much for him to do that. That was fine, Bruce was getting twitchy enough as it was.

There was still no sigh yet, though. No matter how terribly Dick and Jason sang along, even going so far as to be off-beat, Bruce only twitched. At least, until the Spanish came.

“You know Spanish,” Bruce whispered, pained, as Jason sang English words that sounded just similar enough. Dick was doing the same, but without coordination, they were singing different words, creating the sound of pure chaos. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Tim snickered.

The fifth Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad cut the awful singing off so Dick and Jason could scream their victory. Tim regretted nothing as he slammed his head back into Dick’s chin.

“Ow! Reeed, whyyyy?” Dick whined, leaning his head back away from Tim.

Tim would have twisted around to glare at him if that didn’t seem like a Bad Plan. “You yelled in my fucking ear! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“We’re here,” Bruce called desperately, dragging himself out of the car. “Please, boys, please. Just… stop. It’s been a long night. Take pity on your old man.”

“Eh, I’m gonna go the fuck to sleep anyway,” Jason shrugged as he climbed out. “We succeeded in our goal. Have fun with the broken hip, Timmers! Night!” Tim watched him go, incredulous. A broken hip wasn’t what he’d call “fun” – despite the jokes and references that could be made.

Dick helped Bruce get him out of the car, and then smirked. “Your new ringtone is ‘Hips Don’t Lie’, just so you know. Night, Timmy!”

Tim watched his brothers leave, beginning to twitch himself. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“You’ll never be hip again,” deadpanned Bruce.

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rkivepacks · 4 years

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TITLE: rapturous memory (i want to stay in your sky like a star) Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: fluff, Modern Royalty AU, Prince Jungkook, University AU Word Count: 4,337 Trigger Warning/s: swearing

Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! © AO3/dtgloss

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Summary: Jungkook may be the prince, the one who is treated highly by the society but behind the closed doors he’s a puddle for Taehyung. He’s taken care of. And he has someone to take care of.

The first class is on a second period slot, which means a bit early, but not too late. A class which entails a student waking up at seven in the morning, pushing it at eight. The ambiance is also noticeable-- sunlight seeping through the tiny spaces between royal sunscreens , hitting some of the desks and the low hum of the air conditioner as it amplifies the smell of a room that seems like it has been airtight overnight, slowly engulfing the room in cold air.

There are three people in the room. Won Ryu, Jungkook and the one sitting on the fourth row that he forgot the name of, possibly catching thirty more minutes of slumber before the room is filled with more students. Not too soon, a Gyeongyu too dressed up for a nine thirty in the morning class, in a white crisp polo and slacks arrives. Gyeongyu has in one arm a large bag of fast food and his transparent envelope in the other. A true college student.

Twenty minutes before the class starts, there are more people piling in. A man who honestly looks sleep deprived and another one who is a strong contender right after Gyeongyu-- adorned in a sweater and black skinny jeans. Jungkook continues eating his fries, secretly wiping his oil and salt stained fingers on his jeans before craning his neck to observe some people on the third and fourth rows. Said people are the two dudes that he saw coming in, except now sleep-deprived dude is more awake but is resting on the table in front, supporting his head on his arms.

Unsurprisingly, the same five people who always arrive first in class stay the same. Won Ryu, Jungkook and followed by Gyeongyu. The unknown man always in the last row continues his ritual of catching sleep in class and Jungkook almost asks why his block mate haven’t tried waking up later and then arrive just in time for the class to start but he doesn’t want to bother with some routine.

The two dudes always come together sometimes with a snack to finish quickly just before the professor arrives, sometimes blatantly eating it during class, thankfully the professor is not that opposed to it.

Midterms have passed by, still the same early birds in the class. In the first class to commence the finals season, the professor orders the class to be partnered for a reporting project.

Wonryu raises a hand to ask the professor, “Can we pick our own partner?”

Unfortunately (for Wonryu), the professor declines and mentions that pairs have been preselected. Jungkook has been partnered with one of the two dudes.

“I don’t think I’ve spoken with people in the second row. I’m Taehyung.” He introduces, observingly expanded hands in front of him.

“Jungkook.” He answers, shaking the man’s hand. He notices Gyeongyu bat an eye at them for a second before returning his attention to his own partner.

The two had immediately discussed the report. How they are going to pick a report both of them can fully understand so no one is left behind and the other thrives with more knowledge, dividing work loads and allotted time to work on it given their schedules. The first time they worked on a project was when they met in a classroom that was empty during the college break.

-Taehyung I’m in Room IS306. It’s empty so I called dibs hehe

-Jungkook Omw “So I’ve done some advanced google if you want, I picked out some topics but if you don’t like any of these, we can pick another?” Taehyung sounds unsure, afraid he might have overstepped and made decisions for the both of them.

“Sure. I was gonna do research now but let’s not waste yours.” Jungkook nods and drops his phone on the desk.

“Okay, I’m gonna airdrop you some links. This first one is the Sabbatino case.” Taehyung opens his phone, prompting his airdrop. Jungkook has his airdrop always open, making him prone to receiving random airdrops from strangers, some along the lines of a simple hello or memes. He receives the link of a safari web search from a tete <3 and snorts a laugh quietly to himself at the name.

“Did you receive it?” Taehyung asks and he nods. “Here’s the other one.” He receives another air drop of another safari web search. “This one is the Nottebohm Case.” He nods and reads the summaries.

“Have you read these cases before?” Jungkook asked.

“Not really. I just saw sugar on the first one and decided to save it.” They laugh at Taehyung’s confession.

“I think the Sabbatino case is good. Easy comprehension means I can easily pass it down to other people for me.” Jungkook replies.

“We can take that one, then.” Taehyung agrees.

The short college break only gives them half an hour and an hour left to have their lunch so the two go their separate ways. When Taehyung opens the door, he’s surprised to see Gyeongyu outside, sitting on the floor just beside the door.

“Oh sorry, do you need the room?” He asks.

“Oh no I was waiting for hi-”

“Me?” Jungkook cuts him off, as he follows Taehyung out of the door.

“Yes.” Gyeongyu nods and stands up from the cold sturdy tiled floor.

The two bid good bye to each other, Taehyung going on his way to meet a friend (possibly the other dude from the class) to have dinner.

“Are you hungry, your highness? Perhaps, would you like some sugar ?” Gyeongyu asks, almost mocking.

“You and your bugging device.”

“That’s a covert listening device, your highness.”

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“How was meeting with the Second Prince, you filthy witch who weasled your way to your report partner?” Jimin stabs his chicken fillet, almost threatening Taehyung with the plastic fork.

“Very well. How was yours?” Taehyung replies, smug, wiggling his eyebrows at Jimin as he animatedly takes a bite of his fillet.

“He’s doing well but not the royal blood doesn not run in his veins.” Jimin smiles sarcastically.

“You’re such a dumbass.” Jimin groans as Seokjin finally came back from asking for another serving of gravy that took too long because apparently, there’s a line, sir .

“Tell Taehyung that he’s a dumbass, hyung.” Jimin almost threatens Seokjin the same way he did to Taehyung not too long ago.

“Taehyung is a dumbass?” Seokjin replies, munching on his fries. He looks at Taehyung in question and the latter signals a cross with his arms.

“Jimin is just bitter and gay.” Taehyung squints his eyes at Jimin who pretends to stab him with a maple syrup-dripping plastic knife.

“Taehyung is being all gay pretending not to have a crush on Jungkook when he wore his skinny jeans with that borderline bdsm leather strap on one leg to class. Like to hell, who’d even think of wearing leather straps to a class?” Jimin rants.

“You did?” Seokjin asked.

“I did what?”

“I’m not repeating all of Jimin’s words so just guess which one I was pertaining to.” Seokjin shrugs.

-Jungkook Hey Taehyungie, I was bored and made a powerpoint theme. I shared it to your drive.

“He even has his number!” Jimin is in rage. “I hope the National Intelligence Service reads your messages and considers you a national threat and bans you from the palace.” He grumbles to himself.

-Taehyung Stealing my job from me, I see.

-Jungkook I was bored!! You can scrap them if you want. Nothing personal.

-Taehyung No they’re awesome. Thank you.

-Jungkook You haven’t seen them yet.

-Taehyung I did wdym

-Jungkook I haven’t sent them yet

-Taehyung Find another partner :((((

-Jungkook I was joking!!! It’s sent already “I hope you choke on your fillet.” Jimin watches as Taehyung pockets his phone.

He choked on his fillet and Jimin was more than happy to snort at him.

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Taehyung and Jungkook have been meeting for the reporting project at least three times every week. Their favorite meeting place is in any empty classroom but those rooms are most of the time only available during college breaks for an hour and a half. On other days, they meet at cafes that are too aesthetically pleasing for people in university to get actual work done. Like now, when Jungkook sees Taehyung in his cute little vest that seems to match the backdrop when he sat in front of it. Jungkook arrived first this time, and is munching on a cheesecake and a glass of water.

“I haven’t had lunch yet.” Jungkook speaks after swallowing it down with water, eyes following Taehyung sitting down in front of him.

“That’s ok! Me too, actually but I’m not too hungry.”

“Please order what you want, it’s on me.” Jungkook informs him and as if on queue a waitress comes near to their table.

Taehyung’s pretty sure this cafe is a self-service one.

“I can order one for myself at the counter?” Taehyung replies, tone apprehensive.

“No need! It’s also for security measures.” Jungkook explains.

Taehyung orders a choco chip cookie for himself and a large assam milk tea and Jungkook gets an iced americano for himself and while their orders are being prepared, Taehyung looks around the cafe as his laptop loads. He notices a few people from their class also in the cafe and he points it down to the reason that the cafe is located near their university and a fast wifi. Taehyung’s also glad that you can connect to the internet without ordering at least a drink (and no, tap water is not counted).

Their meetings are smooth sailing, they have delegated the tasks so if Taehyung and Jungkook could not meet for some days, they still get to function on their own and can track progress through online-sharing.

When they meet, Taehyung is almost bothered that the same guy, and sometimes two of them, are always present where they meet.

When he brought it up in a conversation with Jimin, the latter replies, “Of course you will be followed. A high profile, the second son of the royal family, second in line to the throne is sitting in a cafe with a normal person.”

And when he adds that the people he was talking about were from class, “Must be a fan turned stalker. You do it too! Except yours is consensual.” Jimin replies and Taehyung pushes Jimin on the shoulder way too hard.

The next time they meet, Taehyung and Jimin were one of the first to arrive in class, and Jungkook hasn’t been in class yet. When he did arrive, Taehyung sees two ‘fan turned stalkers’ (Jimin’s words not his) walk behind Jungkook but turns out to sit away from him. Almost on the two ends of the room.

The curiosity almost eats at him that he asks Jungkook about it on their next meet-up for their reporting class.

“You mean Wonryu and Gyeongyu?” Jungkook asks. He nods.

“They’re my bodyguards. Even if I ask to not be chauffeured around, danger always lurks in the corners and we can’t be too careless, I guess.”

Taehyung nods and seems to be in a lot of deep thoughts, mouth full of the donut he was munching on. “Wait, aren’t bodyguards supposed to wear suits or something?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook chuckles at the question. “That will draw more attention, personally. Also they’re under disguise and also not to distract the class with the grand security stuff.”

“Grand security stuff?” Taehyung snorts.

“Yep.”

“Such big words for a prince.” Taehyung appraises.

“But what about those times I did not see them around us. Does that mean they leave you alone at times too?” He asks, more curious than the last.

“Technically, they do. Like right now, you don’t see them, but they see you.” Jungkook smiles at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and subtly look around, making Jungkook chuckle. “And year you, by the way.” He adds.

Taehyung wonders if he ever said something appropriate. “Just them right? Please tell them not to put me in the list of national threats.” Taehyung leans closer as he speaks. “Also, do I look good, at least?” He smirks.

“You do.” Jungkook replies, staring straight at Taehyung.

Taehyung almost freezes from drinking and stops himself from choking. “For them?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“For me.” Jungkook answers before pushing the donut closer to Taehyung. “Eat up and let’s finish the power point.”

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When Taehyung gets back to the dorm, out of his mind creating different scenarios, he looks around to see if he was being followed. He checks if he’s bugged although he remembers he does not actually know what a bugging device looks like.

When he got back to the dorm, the first thing he does is text Jungkook.

-Taehyung I have a question!! I have a question, your majesty.

-Jungkook Were you perhaps texting me so formally because you think the NIS reads my messages?

-Taehyung I am humbly asking, your majesty.

-Jungkook You’re making me laugh so hard today. But no they’re not. They can but they’re not.

-Taehyung That was not the question, actually. I was gonna ask why you told me they can see me???

-Jungkook That is a national security matter, Taehyung.

-Taehyung I am sorry, your majesty. My family will not take my death lightly, please forgive me.

-Jungkook You wound me!! Let’s just say they planted a bugging device on me and on places I come in and out in.

-Taehyung I don’t think I will let you come to my dorm, Jungkook.

-Jungkook I already know your address, Taehyung

-Taehyung I am sorry!!!! NIS PLEASE I AM SORRY JUNGKOOK????

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The next day the sound of the doorbell reverberates around the living room. The first thought that comes to Taehyung’s mind is I hope it’s not Hoseok hyung realizing we have not returned the electric mixer yet because I’m sure Jimin saw one of the apparatus fall apart while in use. the second is he realizes their friends don’t usually knock to ask for permission to enter their dorm. Knocking is only to let the others know they’ve arrived. He’s waiting for Hoseok hyung to barge in but to no avail, he ended up going to the door after the knocking repeats.

Hoseok hyung is not at the door. Jungkook is. And with three bodyguards (in suits!!!).

“Hi hyung.” Jungkook has the audacity to grin as if he does not have 0.7 percent of the population of NIS in front of his door.

“Hello?” Taehyung seems lost in his own turf.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. Please allow us to scout and secure the place, strictly for protocol.” The suit guy speaks to him.

“Oh? Ah, yes.” He moves to the side and allows the three men enter and two more men emerge he did not even know were also present in the first place.

“Mr. Kim. Is this your bedroom locked?” One of the guards asked.

“That’s my roommate, he’s still asleep but he’s harmless.” He explains and Jungkook chuckles.

“Area is secured.” The security dude spoke into what Taehyung guessed is a microphone and informs the rest that Jungkook had entered his dorm.

“Why are you here, Jungkook? After threatening me over text?” Jungkook laughs and snorts a threaten at Taehyung.

“I’m here to ask you to join me for brunch, actually.” Jungkook says.

Taehyung gestures for Jungkook to sit on the sofa and looks at the guards that stayed inside his dorm. He wondered if he should have the decency to ask them to sit but figures they prefer to stand up and he’s not about to take away the guards’ attention away from their job.

“And you did not just text me?” Taehyung replies, sitting in front of Jungkook.

“Boring.” Jungkook shrugs. “I also don’t want NIS to read my messages and gossip off about my dates.” He adds.

Dates?

Can Jimin wake the fuck up so someone can be at the receiving end of his suffering?

“Dates?” He voices out.

“I mean, it happened before. I don’t know if you’ve read the article.” Jungkook replies nonchalantly.

“No, I mean-” Taehyung figures Jungkook won’t actually be giving him the answer he was looking for and looks around.

He hopes these bodyguards were trained to not laugh at his face if he does something stupid.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He stands up and runs to his room, slamming it too loud. After a few seconds he peaks out of his room, “Please watch whatever you like. We have netflix, your majesty.” He bows mockingly at Jungkook before closing his door.

Jimin better be awake after.

ȶӄ

Jimin did wake up while he was getting ready in his room. He gets a slap because as per Jimin’s words. “The first person I saw was the bodyguard and I almost hit him!” He rants and continues on to explain that he saw Jungkook sitting on their sofa, leaning close to the right arm rest and when he spotted Jimin’s shocked expression, he stands up to greet and waves.

“What did you do to Jimin?” Taehyung asks as he emerges from his room.

“I waved?” Jungkook replies, head tilted to the side feigning confusion.

“He was blaming me for possible public indecency charges.”

“He was wearing boxers?” Jungkook shrugs before muttering a sorry .

ȶӄ

The whole week after that incidence (for Jimin at least), Jimin has been ordering Taehyung around as an accessory to public indecency . He knows even without that happening Jimin would be ordering him around.

Today he’s been sent out to get snacks. He gets one for himself too and gets another iced americano for Jungkook.

Taehyung and Jimin arrived first again in class, before Jungkook. He hopes he doesn’t come in too late so the coffee is not too watered down. He berates himself for ordering too early and told himself he should have just gotten one when he’s assured that Jungkook’s almost there at least.

Jungkook arrives five minutes later, with Wonryu, wondering if Gyeongyu is still outside the room or completely absent. He’s stopped calling them two dudes or bodyguards after being informed of it.

“Jungkook! Here’s coffee for you.” He takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it into holding the cold coffee.

“Oh, thank you, Taehyung.” Jungkook looks at Taehyung, and he wonders if Taehyung can see the expression in his face is genuine awe.

Jungkook keeps his hand over Taehyung’s and has no intentions of letting it go anytime soon.

“No problem! It’s your favorite.” Taehyung gulps, and retreats his hand softly from Jungkook before patting him on top of his head and returning to his seat.

If Gyeongyu arrives later with an iced americano, not for him as he does not like coffee, he pretends as if he can stomach the bitter drink. If the drink was actually for Jungkook, Taehyung does not need to know that.

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-Jungkook Good morning Taehyung. I’ll be there in thirty!

-Jungkook I hope Jimin is awake and ‘decent’ this time.

-Taehyung Good to know your day is doing fine. May I ask why you’re gonna be here in thirty?

-Jungkook Picking you up?

-Taehyung Were you perhaps kicked out of the royal family so now you’re trying to weasel your way into our dorm?

-Jungkook My family loves me just fine. And you?

-Taehyung If my family loves me? Yes

-Jungkook If you love me just fine.

-Jungkook I’m outside!!

Taehyung barges into Jimin’s room to jump onto the latter, scaring him awake with the sudden intrusion in his room and of his sleep by a screaming Taehyung. The weird screeching that must be coming off Taehyung gradually increases before it dies down, matched by a beat of punches to the comforter that actually covers Jimin’s thighs and it hurts thank you very much

Standing up, clearing his throat and his disheveled hair and clothes, Taehyung looks Jimin in the eyes and says, “I’m leaving.” and slams the door on his way out.

ȶӄ

Taehyung confronts Jungkook about it one time, after that strew of messages and upon receiving more.

He’s also talked to Jimin and their circle of friends knowing they can be trusted.

“He probably is clickbaiting you into joining the royal family and cover up their secrets.” Yoongi says.

“What is this the Last Empress?” Jimin snorts.

“If Taehyung ends up dead in the lake you are all gonna regret not listening to me.” Yoongi boasts.

“That was the second to the last empress, the last empress did not die.” Jimin mutters and adds a dumbass that Yoongi probably heard and Jimin probably intended for Yoongi to hear.

Taehyung sips on his milk tea and waits for the two to realize he needs actual help and his life might be in danger.

The last one is an exaggeration but still.

“Then ask him, Tae. What could go wrong?”

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This is wrong.

Everything could, indeed, go wrong. Taehyung thinks.

In front of him Jungkook has not stopped smirking and bursting into chuckles and down right laughing at him. They were at the cafe they went in before that is too aesthetically pleasing to have people actually concentrate on their work.

He wishes they could have met in his dorm so he can slap Jungkook.

He also wishes his big mouth knows when to close by itself.

“Stop laughing!” Taehyung slaps the table in front, making the drinks trinkle and Jungkook has the audacity to laugh as if Taehyung’s words were his queue.

“Wait, that was a serious question?” Jungkook asks and when Taehyung doesn’t bat an eye, “Okay, I’m sorry.” He clears his throat and acts as if he’s been pinched on the side for being naughty.

“I was just asking if you were serious. You didn’t have to laugh at me.” Taehyung prompts his elbows on the table, leaning his face on his hands as he sips on his drink and rolls his eyes at Jungkook.

He’s pouting. He’s pouting and he’s cute and I am a grown up man. It should not be a big deal, Jungkook thinks.

“You are so oblivious.” Jungkook says instead.

“You are oblivious! How dare you laugh at my feelings?” Taehyung pouts more and Jungkook chuckles before reaching out to pinch Taehyung’s cheeks.

“So, do you love me?” Jungkook says instead, eyes mischievous.

Taehyung blinks at him and obnoxiously shows that he is in fact about to ignore Jungkook.

ȶӄ

Jungkook walks Taehyung to his dorm and even gets to step foot inside. (Jungkook and his bodyguards who are currently outside the dorm walked Taehyung to his dorm.)

“Excuse me, your majesty.” Jimin bows too elegantly that Taehyung snorted a laugh before stopping himself. Jimin sends him a glare that tells a lot. One of them is Shut the fuck up .

“Your highness,” Jimin starts. “Will this be a normal occurrence? We just want to have our humble abode ready for your presence to not embarrass ourselves.” Jimin continues, glaring still at Taehyung.

“If Taehyung agrees then yes.” Jungkook says instead.

“Taehyung does agree. He’s just shy. He loves his men blue-blooded” Jimin answers instead and Taehyung gasps and mouths a no I don't.

“It’s late, I don’t want to bother you guys.” Jungkook gestures to leave and Taehyung turns to him, finally.

“Be safe, your highness, Jungkook.” Jimin bows one more time before returning to his room.

“I don’t have blue blood, but I was serious if you were still wondering.” Jungkook pecks Taehyung on the cheeks, “Good night, Taehyung.” Jungkook smooths a hand down Taehyung’s arm before leaving through the front door. Leaving a Taehyung gaping at nothing in the middle of their dorm.

ȶӄ

The next morning they meet in class, Jimin was holding two drinks in his hands -- one for himself and Jungkook’s iced americano. Taehyung ran to the rest room just before entering the room altogether because according to him, “Gonna save some steps for myself, thank you.”

When they get to the room, Jungkook was already in his place and Jimin continues his steps to where the former is but before he can do that, Taehyung snatches the drink and gives it to Jungkook, “Even if you bully me.” Taehyung says as he handed out the drink.

Staring at Taehyung’s outstretched hand, he reaches for the drink. “Thank you, they were delicious.” Jungkook smiles sweetly at Taehyung and the latter smiles back.

Jimin walks to his seat, muttering a he did not even taste it yet. Dumbass. He then remembers Taehyung saying that the room might have security cameras for Jungkook and slaps his hand over his mouth, reprimanding himself for calling Jungkook a dumbass.

ȶӄ

Jimin almost wishes they installed security cameras in their dorms, too.

He turns around from his place at the kitchen table to look at the really disgusting couple on their couch, Taehyung giving kisses to Jungkook’s cheeks.

If there were cameras, they would see how much of a dumbass Jungkook is for his best friend and yes, he will proudly call Jungkook a dumbass.

Some days, the two hang out in Jungkook’s apartment. The place obviously has more security and surveillance is up to the nines. They know they can’t magically send away the security or be dumb like those people in movies that try to send away the body guards only to be put in danger minutes later.

He watches Jungkook rest his back on Taehyung’s chest as they pretend to watch the movie when he knows they were just waiting for the right time to go to Taehyung’s room.

Dumbasses.

Jungkook may be the prince, the one who is treated highly by the society but behind the closed doors he’s a puddle for Taehyung. He’s taken care of. And he has someone to take care of.

Taehyung is also the only person that can reprimand Jungkook like a child sometimes.

Most importantly, Taehyung is the only one who can love Jungkook the way Jungkook loves him back.

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kamilahmademedoit · 5 years

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The Talk (Mona x MC)

As part of RoD appreciation week, I’m posting this fic now, although it was almost done at least a month ago. It’s slightly AU, set a few years after the main events, Mona and MC are no longer on the run. I just want to see them have a regular life… sigh. Anyway, no warnings except for language and some implications.

Cutsey chubby baby cheeks, and little baby feet moving aimlessly in all directions, and that little button of a nose… ohmygod, the baby was smiling at her, a bit of saliva running down his chin and just… ugh, Ellie’s heart was melting on that interesting verge between tenderness and aggression. She stuck out her tongue at the baby and he looked at her with curiosity, then giggled the way only babies did and wiggled in his stroller, reaching his little hands for her.

His father didn’t bother much, just glanced over at Ellie a few times as if to make sure she wasn’t thinking of kidnapping his offspring, what with the way she was staring with this wide maniacal grin. Here they were, the three of them waiting outside a baby store on a warm Saturday evening with the sun still fighting for a spot in the sky. The dad was looking at his phone rather absorbed by whatever it was he was reading, the baby was fascinated with Ellie, and Ellie… she was this close to throwing away all rules of propriety and snuggling up the little bundle without so much as asking for permission first.

Then she noticed in the corner of her eye Mona stepping out of the store, shopping bag hanging on her arm as she was putting away her purse. Ellie immediately turned away from the baby, startled, God forbid Mona got the wrong idea about this whole thing and decided Ellie might actually…

“All fixed”, Mona announced, looking up at Ellie, her face that of a person who just had someone else deal with an annoying issue. “We even got a discount to make up for the mix-up.”

“Oh”, Ellie acknowledged simply and leaned in to look at the bag. “Too bad they didn’t have the one with the bees pattern for one-year-olds. But this one is cute too.”

“It’s adorable, are you kidding, look at the little mice, I mean, c’mon…”, Mona’s face lit up for a moment, her grin so sincere, mellowing down all the hard edges. Ellie gazed at her adoringly before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“Let’s go, we’re late enough as it is,'' she urged her gently and walked a few strides ahead.

Mona just now noticed the baby. She gave the little munchkin a smile, noticing how he smiled right back, his puff baby mouth twisting in that amusing way. Mona made a funny face at him, then turned away, catching up to Ellie.

They hadn’t seen Riya and Kevin in quite a while. They missed Trina’s first birthday because their flight got delayed, leaving them stuck at the airport on the way back from New York, and then also ended up missing Kevin’s 30th birthday a few weeks later when Ellie’s father got hospitalised. Things turned out fine but Ellie was scared senseless for a few long hours before they got to him and the doctors reassured them it was a minor injury on the job.

And now that Riya and Kevin had invited them over for dinner just to catch up, they were making up for the birthday parties missed by getting Trina and Kevin some overdue gifts, as well as a little toy giraffe for Sam, who was going to throw a tantrum if his little sister got something and he didn’t.

Riya and Kevin’s apartment building was just around the next corner and for once they made it barely 15 minutes late. As they entered the 10th floor apartment, however, a huge baby bump greeted them, followed by Riya’s wide grin and the satisfaction on her face as she saw how surprised they both were.

“Oh my God, Riya…!”

“I’m not that far along, it literally happened overnight, I swear.”

They exchanged a few more words over taking off jackets and making their way into the apartment, a curious toddler swiveling around their legs all the while making incomprehensible little noises.

Kevin greeted them in the dining room, opening a bottle of red wine. He made his way to each of them for a quick kiss on the cheek. “So it’s no surprise any longer,'' he said between greetings.

“Oh, I had a hard enough time keeping it secret”, Riya protested, giving him a cheeky smile.

They all sat around the table, little Sam climbing up ‘auntie Mona’s leg to sit in her lab, the stuffed giraffe already in his clumsy grip. As she was playing with him - a striking contrast between his baby talk and her slang - Ellie was talking to Riya, sparsely casting glances their way, noting how good Mona was at this. She wasn’t surprised, frankly, she had seen Mona interact with Kevin and Riya’s kids before. But something today made her feel that extra pull in her heart at the sight of Mona holding little Sam and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“So, obvi, we’ll have to skip that but I’d say it’s worth it”, Riya explained about their vacation plans.

“Oh, no, totally”, Ellie agreed, shaking her head. “We get it, we don’t want your waters breaking on the beach”, she laughed light-heartedly, reaching for her wine glass. “Besides, we’ll have the whole house to ourselves, right, babe?”

“Hm?”, Mona turned her head in her direction, Sam having captured her attention completely.

“I said we’ll have the beach house all to ourselves”, Ellie repeated, nodding her head toward Riya.

“Ah, yeah, sure, don’t worry ‘bout it”, Mona brushed it off before being suddenly smacked with the stuffed toy across the face, Sam openly demanding for her attention. “Hey, man, what the heck, thought we were buddies!”, Mona protested, much to his delight.

…

Late night conversations in Mona’s car was their thing. Sometimes they would go for a drive with no particular destination, leaving LA behind, Mona joking about never returning… but always making their way back to their apartment. They would talk for hours, having spent the day apart, and in those nameless moments Ellie could feel herself on the other side of Mona’s walls, safe in the little fortress instead of banging on the door as she had done so many times before.

On their way back from Riya’s they were both silent for most of the way. Ellie was pleasantly sedated by the one too many glasses of wine she’d had at dinner, her forehead rested on the window, the city lights blurring in her vision. Mona seemed to be somewhere else too, not in that detached, self-guarded way Ellie was well familiar with, but still, she was certainly in her head, only driving by instinct.

“So, should we…”, Mona broke the silence somewhat tentatively, Ellie’s head languidly turning in her direction.

“Should we…?”

“Yeah, I mean”, Mona’s gaze was on the road as she switched lanes, her focus divided. “Have one of those.”

It took Ellie forever to figure out what her wife meant by that. She knew her well enough to have an educated guess but she was confused by the wording and besides, surely Mona didn’t mean to suggest… or did she? Mona cast a quick glance her way when Ellie delayed her response, brows furrowed in concern.

“You want to have kids?”, Ellie asked for clarification, her eyes searching Mona’s face for a clue. She seemed dead-serious about it, whatever it was.

“Don’t you?”, Mona turned the question on her.

“Well, do you?”, Ellie arched an eyebrow, surprise coloring her face. Never had she imagined that Mona of all people would want to have the white picket fence life. Though, they were nowhere near that, their whole marriage so far as unconventional as they came, starting with the elopement in Vegas on the run…

“I actually want to.”, Mona raised her voice as if arguing against a previous version of herself, a bit surprised at her own answer.

“I do too…”, Ellie admitted softly, taking her gaze off Mona’s face to stare absently at the cars ahead.

“Since when?”, Mona gave her a quick glance, already anticipating the answer.

“Since always.”

“Can’t say the same for myself…”, a hoarse puff escaped her throat as she smirked.

“Since when do you want to have kids?”, Ellie inquired looking at her wife as if seeing her for the first time.

“Well, the idea kinda grew on me around Riya’s second.”

“And you’ve been thinking about it since?”, Ellie continued her little investigation, skepticism muffling her joy, making her cautious.

“Been considering it, yes…”, Mona glanced at her again, eyes widening at the look on Ellie’s face. “Don’t be so shocked, gorgeous, I have my moments.”

“You have more than moments”, Ellie quipped softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, teasing Mona for her unexpected domesticity, her capacity for warmth and quiet marital contentment Ellie never thought she’d get to experience with her.

…

The muted sound of chatter and laughter filled the lazy morning silence as the sun drenched every surface of their bedroom in soft peach hues, its rays illuminating the millions of tiny dust specks in the air. Mona always watched those talk shows with no headphones and Ellie would chuckle beside her as a particular line briefly caught her attention, never taking her eyes off the screen of her own phone, sometimes making Mona mentally guess whether it was the host or a meme on Pictagram extracting that laughter.

But Ellie was unusually quiet today, not really paying attention to whatever it was she was looking at on her phone, neither really hearing the host’s witty remarks about the president’s latest diplomatic visit. She slightly leaned forward to reach for her cup of coffee on the tray between them on the bed, then had a small sip and hummed at the bitter taste she loved.

“It’s strong”, she remarked, pleased, not particularly addressing her wife but with the unspoken recognition that it was Mona who made coffee and breakfast this time.

“I was thinking about what you said last night,'' Ellie added after a few moments passed as the audience erupted into laughter.

“Hm?”, Mona didn’t even chuckle but neither did she take her eyes off the screen. “Oh, that? Don’t worry, babe, I don’t think he’ll really run for president again, I just meant if he did…”

“No, it’s not that… about having kids.”

The noise suddenly stopped as Mona hit pause. She looked at Ellie who was still holding the cup underneath her chin.

“Yeah?”

“Well… how do we go about it?”, Ellie asked meeting her gaze, her deep brown eyes holding another question.

“How do you wanna go about it?” Mona was unexpectedly solemn, the gravity of her resolve making Ellie now feel how real it all was.

“I was thinking… maybe I could get pregnant? Or you could! Or maybe… I could do it now and you do it the second time around?”

“The second time around?”, Mona arched her eyebrows, a mix of surprise and amusement lighting up her face. “What if we have the little fucker and decide we’re done with parenthood?”

“Babe, once we have ‘the little fucker’ we can never be done with parenthood. Ever.”, Ellie explained gently, tilting her head.

“I mean, I know, just… Let’s take it one baby at a time, okay?”, Mona chuckled, tracing Elie’s cheekbone with the back of her index finger. Elie closed her eyes, relaxing into her touch for a brief second. “Never wanted to be pregnant”, Mona continued, her eyes still glued to her wife’s face, her adoration now out in the open. “But I think I’d love to see you…”, she swallowed and lowered her hand, emotion suddenly too overwhelming.

Elie’s gaze softened as she leaned to plant a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Mona pulled back. She looked at her wife with that familiar mischief in her eyes, then she took the breakfast tray that was still between them and carefully placed it on the floor on her side of the bed. With that obstacle out of the way, Mona grabbed Elie’s waist in her arms and pulled her under the duvet, covering her neck with butterfly kisses.

“What, are we starting now?”, Ellie managed, laughter interrupting her sentence, as Mona’s kisses tickled and teased.

“Ha, yeah, I wish it worked like that.”

“Mmm… if it did, last night should’ve done the trick.”, Elie giggle, her voice breaking into a gasp as Mona gently bit below her jaw.

#mona rod #choices rod #rod mona #rod #mona x mc #mona

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skunky2 · 5 years

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Top 11 Worst Cartoons of the 2010′s!!

We had so many great cartoons introduced in this decade and while I haven't seen every last one I can say this decade was one of the best for animation in general! Sadly for every good animated show produced in this era there are also some bad apples in the bunch the following cartoons are some of the worst I have seen but please remember this is only my opinion if you like any of these shows then that's great continue to enjoy them don't let me stop you!!!

Now let's get this list started!!!

11. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs the series (2017-2018)

Ok before we talk about the show I want to make one thing clear I don't hate the films in fact I actually find them enjoyable even going as far as calling them guilty pleasures the show on the other hand is a huge flop compared to the movies were the films had creativity and fun humor the show lacks that in fact this is by far the most boring show to be based on a freaking film about an invention that makes it rain food!! The other problem I have with this show is it's set before the events of the films so Flint hasn't even become an inventor yet but instead it's about him in high school and apparently him and Sam knew each other already did they even watch their first film!? Also the mayor is the principle because why not seriously this has got to be the worst show based on a hit animated film it's so painfully unfunny that I question how kids found it entertaining to begin with!!!! Not every movie needs a tv series and this one proves it!

10. Total Dramarama (2018-ongoing)

Oh the pain to see the Total Drama series downgraded to this especially since the original Total Drama Island took a ton of risk for a show aimed at kids also how did we go from a series that spoofed reality shows to a bad Muppet Babies rip-off!! What's really sad is that creators have no desire to produce a new Total Drama series they just want to work on this. On the plus side it's still not as bad as other shows your going to see later on the list.

9. Super Noobs (2015-ongoing)

Other then the "how do you do fellow kids" title I wasn't expecting this show to wow me considering it was brought to you by the same dude that brought us Johnny Test aka the original most hated cartoon of all time I got the DA pics to back me up! The worst part is this show has a very interesting concept but it's ruined due to the bad humor and characters. The show is about a group of outcast middle schoolers who receive super powers in the form of power balls from aliens who then become their mentors and how they must save the world from an evil virus that threatens the world sounds like an awesome plot too bad it's not pushed further.

8. Almost Naked Animals (2011-2013)

Yes this is a children's cartoon not a title for an X rated film. All I can say about this show is why? Why would anyone greenlight a show about an animal nudist hotel not only is it disgusting but those character designs yikes!!!! They look so ugly looking no one wants to see something that looks this hideous!! Not to mention the humor is just as terrible as the art design.

7. Breadwinners (2014-2016)

You know when you feature twerking in your show you automatically fail. The best way I can describe this cartoon is it's just awful first off the two idiot main characters who I'm not going to refer by name since they are some of the most stupidest names for characters seriously SwaySway and Buhdeuce!? Anyway the show is about these two "ducks" I say ducks like that since they look nothing like ducks they look like frogs or aliens or something. Try to make your character if they are an animal try to look as close as possible as the species they're supposed to be so it will make it easier for you audience to identify them. Well they fly around in a rocket car or something I really don't care and deliver bread to stock-image ducks which brings me to another problem they can't even draw background characters they just go on Google find a duck photo and photoshop cartoon eyes and whatever on it how lazy a can you be!! Also I found out a long time ago your actually not supposed to give ducks bread yeah it can use malnutrition and illness to them so this cartoon is spreading the wrong message to kids.

6. Brickleberry (2012-2015)

You know why I despise most adult cartoons because most of them are either trying way to hard to be quote on quote "adult" with overuse of swearing, gore, shock humor, and sex jokes and guess what this show is full of this!! Not only is the animation similar to that to Family Guy it's just as disgusting and offensive!!! The show revolves around these park rangers and their everyday lives at their jobs and the characters aren't very good either they are pretty much all assholes, stereotypes of usual characters you see in adult animation, and your typical characters that are just there to offend you! In fact the little bear cub character is pretty much the shows answer to Brain from Family Guy with the personality of Cartman from South Park. Now I haven't seen this show in a long time but I just remember it wasn't a pleasant experience if you want to check it out just be warned it's not for the faint of heart. Also the creators of this show produced another show for Netflix that is just a carbon copy with cops instead of rangers and I though that Seth McFarlane was lazy when it came to plots!! It's called Paradise P.D. btw

5. Teen Titians Go! (2013-Ongoing)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah you've heard it all before this show is garbage, a disgrace to DC comics, stupid etc. The animation community has tore this show apart so there really isn't much to say that already hasn't been said but I will say this I never intended to hate this show as much as I do in fact I was fine with it when it fist came out I mean the original Teen Titians cartoon from 2003 will always be better then this show in every possible way but I wasn't one of the fans to jump on the hate wagon when this was announced I mean I had nothing wrong with it just focusing on comedy if you remember correctly the original had eps that were just as silly and bizarre. The main reasons why this show is so high up on this list is for the following reasons the first is I've never seen a show like this disrespect a fan base this much it's like the creators have it out for the original fans and they get joy out of mocking them with all these pathetic critic call out eps they do it also shows that they can't take criticism at all!!!! Second is how the creators view their show and animation in general they literally came out in an interview and said the reason why they made the show so stupid is because it's for children you do know kids aren't stupid right guys they deserve shows that don't try to talk down to them!!!! But the main reason for my anger towards this show is how they made an episode awhile were the moral literally was that cartoons are only for kids and told the original fans to grow up!! Mainly the creators themselves have this warped mindset that I honestly wish would just die out that only children should be allowed to watch cartoons and that their show should be immune to all the hate since it's for kids so they use the "just for kids" excuse for their show being like it is. It's hard to believe they would even have a mindset like that when they are adults themselves making an animated cartoon show. I didn't mean to rant this long but I mainly hate everything this show stands for and sadly it's going onto to get 300+ eps. Personality I really think it's time for this show to officially Go not because I don't like it's mainly because it's showing signs it's on it's last legs and with that Sixth Titian thing they pulled this summer and repeating episode plots is starting to show that the writers are becoming burned out this show was never good but I think it's time it ended. There are tons of other reasons this show is bad but I rather not go into them this has gone on long enough already.

4. PPG 2016 (2016-Ongoing)

Well TTG isn't the worst reboot/spinoff Cartoon Network produced in this decade the honor has to go to this piece of trash Powerpuff Girls 2016!! Why was this made simple CN wanted more money so they made this show to sell toys yes that was the only purpose of this reboot to sell merchandise too bad the show sucked so hard that the target demo along with the fans of the original Powerpuff Girls hated it! There are tons of problems with this reboot that have already been explained such as god awful animation errors, bad writing, and let's not forget the memes those outdated memes. Not to mention they removed the character Ms. Bellum since the creator thought that having a beautiful, warm-hearted, motherly, intelligent and strong-willed woman on the show was offensive to the new generation! Not to mention they got rid of breast but they did allow the girls to twerk tho!!! Yes because having an intelligent good-looking woman with boobs is bad but kindergarteners doing a sexually explicate dance is fine!! Seriously I feel so bad for Craig McCracken it was bad enough he was screwed over by Disney but to have his show turned into this!!

3. The Problem Solverz (2011-2013)

If you want to know my opinion for the worst animated show Cartoon Network has ever made it would be this one! Not only is the show ugly to look at but it uses enough bright colors to make your eyes bleed. The show is about these detectives who solve problems in their home town too bad they cause 90% of the problems they need to solve. These characters are so nasty to look out we got this ugly fish-like man, some robot, and a big nosed hideous lipped Domo wannabe. It was cancelled from tv but ran it's final season on Netflix. I still feel pain for any child that had to sit though this.

2. Pickle and Peanut (2015-2018)

Ugh this show!!!! If you've never seen it you may guess this would be something on Adult Swims line up since they're more known for wired shows like this but no it's not from Adult Swim in fact you'll never believe who made this Disney!!! Yes Disney Television Animation produced this the very same company that bought us shows like Gravity Falls, Phineas and Ferb, Star Vs. and so on made this garbage. There are several problems with this show first off the animation remember when I said that Breadwinners was lazy for using stock-images as background characters well this is the same damn thing but in reverse they couldn't even animate a pickle and a gosh darn peanut this is a peeve I have with most modern cartoons if it's not for a joke then why use stock-images it just makes your show look lazy! Second the humor it sucks it's mainly is "trying" to be Regular Show since both characters are slackers and get into bizarre adventures. Also this show loves to show gross-out shots like the ones in Spongebob for example but unlike Spongebob these are not funny and just plain disgusting like how is this show fun for kids to watch I mean I can understand why kids love cartoons like TTG but I can't see any child liking a show like this!!! Finally we have to talk about the god awful theme song it's not even a theme song but a random robot voice listing off things adults think that children are into so pretty much they're trying way too hard to appeal to kids just like with PPG 2016. There really isn't much more to say about this show it's just awful and it's still hard to believe Disney had a part in making this.

Now it's time for the cartoon from the 2010's that I believe disserves the crown as the worst show from this decade. Out of all the shows I've seen this year none of them of completely disgusted me more then this one it pretty much has everything I despise in modern adult animation it makes Brickleberry look tame in comparison!!! It comes to us from our friends at Adult Swim may I present to you the cartoon that I consider the worst!

1. Mr. Pickles (2013-Ungoing)

I honestly don't know where to start on this one it's just god awful!! First it's got all the things I despise in adult animation shock humor, sex jokes, violence for the sake of it, and ugly character designs!! The show is about a family who owns a dog who is either the devil himself or one of his loyal followers and the dog does extremely messed up things to people stuff I rather not try to remember let's just say this show is MA for reason. If you have a faint heart please stay away from this show at all cost!!!

So there it is my opinions for the worst shows from this decade I hope you all enjoy it since I worked really hard on it.

I didn’t include Big Mouth or Paradise P.D. because I’ve never seen them but yeah I know they’re bad.

#top list #cartoons #my stuff #just my opinion #I'm going to make a best list soon #worst cartoons #ttg #cartoon network #nickolodeon #adult swim

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FULL TAC FT. LIL MARIKO - WHERE'S MY JUUL??

[6.11]

Do we choose rule, or do we choose suck?

Alex Clifton: Juuls. Juuls. Juuls. Oh my god, Juuls. [7]

Katie Gill: It's a little bit telling how all the comments on the YouTube video are comparing this song to other meme songs and not talking about the merits of the song itself. Still, there will always be a place in the world for meme songs that are serviceable memes but less than serviceable songs that teenagers can obnoxiously quote on the bus. "Where's My Juul" fits that niche perfectly. I expect a fleet of TikToks featuring people lip-syncing to this and will be very disappointed when this inevitably doesn't happen because I am out of touch with the youth. [6]

Kalani Leblanc: I can see there's already an abundance of blurbs submitted for this song, and the number will have risen by the time I finish this. After thinking so hard about how to go about being the fifteenth person to say "It sounds like "Shoes"," I'm realizing it's not really "Shoes" anyway. While they're both jokes that bear a resemblance in the thrash of a breakdown, "Where's My Juul??" is also listenable. The comparison is getting tired because it's like did anyone listen to "Shoes"? As a song? In earnest??? While this is not an entirely impressive piece, no concerto or FKA Twigs production, it's enough. Since 2006, we've been making everything into jokes, so it makes perfect sense. Nicotine-induced freakouts would've been the subject of an after school special ten years ago, but now they're joke material for hypebeasts and others on Twitter. Lil Mariko makes an impressive case while trying to find her Juul; I can't find anything this song did wrong, sorry. [8]

Will Adams: The mid-song 0-to-11 ramp is what takes this past the mean-spiritedness of "#Selfie" and the meme-spiritedness of "Phone" into effortless "Shoes"/"Let Me Borrow That Top" absurdity. The Juul is a placeholder; sub in any other monosyllabic cultural artifact, and Lil Mariko's rage against Full Tac's electroclash-y beat would cut through just as effectively. "Sorry, guys!" she says at the end, except there's nothing to apologize for. [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I wrote 20 pages about Juul culture in 2018 so I should in theory be the exact target audience for this. Yet "Where's My Juul??" doesn't really click for me. It's charming and funny in parts (Lil Mariko's spoken verses, which transmit nervy anxiety and barely restrained fury effectively) but the hook, which takes up most of the very long minute-forty-five, is comedy via brute force principles: repeat a phrase enough and it will transfigure into a joke. [5]

Brad Shoup: About as funny as the related TikTok meme, though not as menacing, surprisingly. I wish so badly that Full Tac had gone full hardcore -- or even brostep! -- but am glad that Lil Mariko's Danny Brownian ad-libs and sudden reversals grind "#SELFIE" into the dirt. [7]

Oliver Maier: I need not catalogue the myriad ways in which this is transparently designed to blast off on TikTok -- you would probably know better than me -- but that cynicism detracts from "Where's My Juul??" for me. There's none of the spontaneity or sense of genuine fun that animates certain other genre-agnostic, threat-spewing, extremely online weirdo duos, more savvy than it is genuinely silly. It's not badly executed, but I felt like I got the picture before even hitting play. [4]

Will Rivitz: I get this is supposed to be more meme than song, but I so wish it had leaned into the latter for more than half its runtime. The "FUCK!!!" at the beginning of its second chorus is worth at least a [7] on its own, and its redlining nu-metal production is such a tight fusion of XXXTENTACION's sonic fingerprint and simplified TikTok trap that I'm surprised the "oh my God" ad-libs aren't followed by a "Ronny." As it stands, "Where's My Juul??" and its just-a-little-too-long interludes that grate after listen number four or so functions as a sort of "Thrift Shop" for the current day, a track defined by its novelty that we as an Internet music-Twitter hivemind all agree was genuinely good about five years after it's exited the public consciousness. It deserves more. [8]

Ian Mathers: Both less musically compelling and with less of a point than "Can I Get a Box?". [5]

Katherine St Asaph: It's kind of amazing how it took seven years for Rebecca Martinson to release her debut. [1]

Nortey Dowuona: Lil Mariko is actually kinda weird in the lol so random funny way that people think that [insert overrated white comic who had a Comedy Central show] is and has a really great metal screaming voice. I don't know who made this dull approximation of Kenny Beats and Pi'erre Bourne, nor do I care. Lil Mariko will hopefully get a recurring cameo role on Nora From Queens and get her own show from that. [5]

Mo Kim: The best joke here is the escalation of nonchalance (hey, where's my Juul?) into something desperate, and therefore dangerous: it hits like the drop in a rollercoaster when Lil Mariko finally breaks out the deep-throated metal screams, but the moment wouldn't have half the thrill without the masterful way she gradually ups the heat on the song's first chorus before that. Both of her spoken monologues, where she merges Valley Girl affect with murderous menace, only sweeten the deal. [8]

Ryo Miyauchi: "Where's My Juul??" gets spiked with an infectious dose of adrenaline when it suddenly turns a lot more aggro than you'd expect from a meme-y cross-section of Rico Nasty's mosh-pop and PC Music's ironic bubblegum. The demented beat stings with a pungent metallic sourness, and while her Valley Girl accent scans as an obvious put-on, Lil Mariko's blood-curdling scream is legitimately hair-raising. The song rapidly combusts, ensuring the joke doesn't overstay its welcome. [7]

Joshua Lu: Yes, hearing the unassuming Lil Mariko scream and snarl over a missing Juul is intrinsically funny, especially accompanied by a music video that knows exactly how to push the limits of its concept. But the real strength of "Where's My Juul??" lies in its sheer relatability. The title could be anything -- where's my wallet, my phone, my eraser -- because anyone who has ever misplaced anything can relate to the escalating panic and rage in not only the cataclysmic vocals, but also Full Tac's discordant production. Also crucial to the song is its sense of plot, as it steadily progresses from confusion to blame to outright violence. The ending, though predictable (Lizzo used the exact same twist not that long ago), is a necessary denouement, as it provides the moment where everyone involved can look back on the last minute and a half of chaos and laugh. [8]

Iain Mew: As a song structure trick, I love the fake-out final verse, those ones that seem like something slowly developing before the artist brutally cuts it off for the chorus or instrumental to come back stronger than ever; the "Don't Speak" and "Your Best American Girl" kind of thing. The key moment of "Where's My Juul??" comes in taking that same trick to a ludicrous, brilliant extreme. It has a drawn-out, jittery verse, a cartoon scowl of a chorus, and then one question into verse two it veers straight into swearing, screaming and fucking everything up. That's perfect enough that it would ideally be even shorter than it ends up. [7]

Kylo Nocom: Full Tac and Lil Mariko do in less than two minutes what took Justice five. The gimmick is the least fun part, and judging by my sample size of BigKlit's "Liar" and Full Tac's very own "CHOP" the producers behind this might not even be as funny as this video would imply. But I've long settled with music that's good on the merits of just being fun; when the production here is layered with discordant guitar sampling, analog drum kits, and distant screams of "piss!" and "fuck," I'm willing to buy into the ugliness. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Full Tac returns with another take on "Liar," succeeding because the goofy conceit here finds an appropriately goofy (that is, unexpected) vocal performance. Part of the appeal is how "Where's My Juul??" could sit comfortably alongside songs from Rico Nasty and Rina Sawayama, but has the appeal of shoddy viral videos from yesteryear. It's that "Kombucha Girl"-type reaction it's striving to elicit, and it accomplishes that as soon as the screaming starts. The best detail, though, is the most subtle: the moment Lil Mariko stops herself from saying "who" and politely asks "have you seen it?" [7]

Michael Hong: Have you ever been dragged to a party only for your only friend to disappear, leaving you to mingle with a group of people you don't know? And one person makes a comment so absurd that you just giggle along with the rest of the group even though you're not really sure if they're layering their statement with even a hint of irony or if there's something much more unsettling lurking underneath? But the jokes are getting more and more uncomfortable and suddenly fewer people are laughing along, instead furtively glancing across each other with an exasperated look as if to say "is this person for real?" And instead of backing away, that person instead starts doubling down, getting more and more aggressive, screaming across the room for what feels like hours and surely people must be ready to head out. Instead, when you finally catch a moment to glance down at your phone, you find that only two minutes have elapsed since you arrived and you realize that not even a quarter of the time has passed before your ride will come and you can leave this godforsaken party. You have absolutely no choice but to continue standing in the group in discomfort, waiting for this moment that feels like an eternity to finally finish, with the only background noise being the stereos blaring what sounds like someone's first attempt at using GarageBand. [0]

Crystal Leww: While I was digging through "likes" on SoundCloud, I noticed that a friend of mine had liked "Baby Let Me Know" by Full Tac, which sounds like the synth heavy dreamy pop that was popular at the beginning of last decade. I did not stick around for "Where's My Juul??" so imagine my surprise today when I turned this on and it's umm, screaming. A consistent genre as an essential part of an up-and-coming artist's brand is less essential than ever, especially in an age where (waves hands) dance music has eaten itself alive in its swirling storm of troll energy. Chaos in and of itself is a brand -- from 100 gecs to Alice Longyu Gao's dueling sister tracks "Rich Bitch Juice"/"Dumb Bitch Juice" to any DJ Bus Replacement Service set, it has fully infiltrated dance music. How this goes from sweetly threatening to full-on psychotic and back to cutely apologetic is chaotic so yes, I think Full Tac could make some noise (both in creating a fanbase and also like literally) with this. [8]

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#Full Tac #Lil Mariko #pop #meme #music #music review

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Hi can you rec me some really good fics that have side Yoonmin? Main otp doesn’t matter! Thank uuuu

Oh is this going to be long

Harmless by Untested_Waters (VHopeKook)

Jungkook is fine, really. He doesn’t need Taehyung and Hoseok’s help. Except for the fact that he is absolutely not fine and really, really needs Taehyung and Hoseok’s help. (Rated: M)

Crazy Is Most Definitely Genetic by CaliCocoa (NamJin)

family!au where Jimin’s just trying to survive high school, Taehyung keeps weirding everyone out, Namjoon is an embarrassing dad, Jin is supermom, and Jungkookie’s just along for the ride.

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? by melecs (NamJin)

Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s department.

Hapless by Untested_Waters (NamJin)

Seokjin’s heat comes a little early but Namjoon is still there to help him through it. (Shameful sequel to Helpless) (Rated: M)

Will you be my Forever? by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs) (TaeKook)

From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist.

762

Just 762 days before he finally meets his soulmate.

524

374

341

And then it stops. (Rated: M)

Of clueless mates and stupid best friends by chihiro (TaeKook)

Taehyung somehow adopts a wolf and finds himself a possessive stalker at the same time.

Jimin is 500% done with everything. (Rated: M)

Comeback Kids by rix (TaeKook)

Taehyung is infuriating and Jungkook’s always been easy to rile up. Which isn’t the best combination, but also isn’t the worst, either.

(or: Taekook as hockey fuckboy rivals) (Rated: M)

I Bloomed For You… by Meanie_Beanie_nim (TaeKook)

Jungkook just barely registered the warm soft skin of Taehyung’s palm, before his whole world changed. His skin prickled almost painfully, and it felt like somebody had sent a great wave of electricity crackling through him. The world went black for barely a second as a strange weight settled in his chest, and then the world came rushing back like a flood.

He looked up with wide eyes at Taehyung - no, at his soulmate - and expected to be met with the same surprised eyes as his own, but Taehyung just looked at him with a carefree smile.

“See you soon, Jungkookie,” he grinned teasingly before releasing Jungkook’s hand and turning around to leave. Jungkook stood there for several minutes, just staring at the spot where Taehyung had disappeared, with only one thought in his head.

Why had his soulmate just left him? (Rated: M)

Hickory by rix (TaeKook)

Jungkook should be focused on winning, but his mind’s stuck on wondering whether or not this Kim Taehyung guy fucks harder than he hits. (Rated: M)

See You Through the Screen by pixelmins (TaeKook)

It started when kookie97 followed kimtaetae, a popular internet blogger and superfan of the famous Korean pop idol Jeon Jeongguk.

Or: Taehyung befriends his favorite singer without even knowing it.

Hustlers by tbz (TaeKook)

Jungkook hadn’t meant to lose nine million.

He certainly hadn’t meant to lose his kidney.

And he hadn’t meant to meet Kim Taehyung. (Rated: M)

Unwanted Butterflies by Lookingathimhurts (TaeKook)

Jungkook and Taehyung hate each other. Except, of course, when they’re having sex. (Rated:M)

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) by drannie (TaeKook)

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can’t fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can’t fall asleep alone. (Rated: M)

chong! jojun! balsa! (point! aim! shoot!) by nutaella (TaeKook)

jimjams ㅇㅈㅇ: listen to our parents for once, child

father: you’re a child yourself, jimin.

jimjams ㅇㅈㅇ: *gasps* rUDE

sunflower guys i’m still here

(basically taehyung is the most precious, jeongguk is two hundred percent whipped, yoongi is the best brother, seokjin is the best hyung, jimin is the bestest best friend, namjoon is so done, and hoseok is the meme king)

Empty Spaces (Don’t Talk About It) by officialmaknae (TaeKook)

Jeongguk has the habit of reading too much into things, especially when it comes to Taehyung. He isn’t sure how it came to this - but he knows he’s in too deep. (Rated: M)

Testament of Youth by sugamins (VHope)

Brotherhood [bruhth -er-hoo d] Noun.01. The condition or quality of being a brother or brothers.

As time passes on things change, as is the cycle of life. With the tick of clock fingers and the gradual shift in seasons, nothing is truly set in stone.

But what of friendship?

How deep exactly can the bonds of friendship grow, and how strong? Seven boys that are now young men might have believed they had found the answer to these questions, but they will discover just how wrong they were. Nostalgia and wanderlust, the roads and the distant shore will call once more and they are powerless to resist.

Especially at the behest of a dear friend in need of his brothers.

“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.”Samuel Ullman (Rated: M)

Blood, sweat and memes by wanderlash (orphan_account) (VHope)

minsugagenius: who has been listening to cypher on repeat for the past two hoursminsugagenius: it’s driving me insane_____________jeonnochu: rudeincludemeincypherpls: ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯_____________mochimin: i’m never texting you again

Swimming With The Stars (Until We Drown) by lethallergic (VHope)

Hoseok is a daydreamer lost in his own world. Taehyung has teeth as sharp as knives, but home in his eyes. (Rated: M)

Really, Baby (I Will Be Just Fine) by lethallergic (VHope)

Hoseok is a lifeguard with a strict diet and workout regime.Taehyung works at Larkburger and eats like a slob. (Rated: M)

Death Of Our Troubled Youth by lulublue1234 (JungHope)

Jungkook doesn’t want to be a plastic person anymore.Hoseok makes him feel real.

Bad boy Hoseok gets a great amount of money to play the boyfriend of a rich kid who wants to show his parents he’s a rebel too (Rated: M)

On My Life (I Swear) by SevenSoulmates (JungHope, very minor YoonMin)

Hoseok had no idea what he got himself into when he befriended a random stranger that day on the street. He hadn’t thought anything of it, even though it kind of was a bit of an unusal circumstance. Still, how was he to know that the boy was the President’s Son, the most hidden and protected person in all of the country? Not until the day he walks into his new job as a bodyguard and gets chained to the boy himself does he realize that things are about to get a little fucked up.

Lost and Found by xxdevilishxx (JungHope)

Sometimes people fall in love after they get married (aka spending your life tied to a stranger is hard, but Jungkook and Hoseok decide to give it a try and stumble across love along the way)

Honey, You’re an Omega by Throne (JinKook)

Statistics show that 1 in every 7 people will be an omega. (Rated: M)

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to be claimed and be claimed in return. by everydayemily (JinKook)

There had been rumors going around for months now. At the time they were just whispers behind closed doors that no one believed would come true. Until they did. Wolf activist leaders had finally came through. Idols would no longer be forced to take suppressants, and most of all they would be able to participate in the Claim.

———————————————————————————————————OrIdols are no longer forced to take suppressants and can finally let their inner wolves out, (letting them have scents, heats, and the abilities to find their mates) (Rated: M)

Of One Sided Crushes by Bookworming (JinKook)

Jeon Jungkook has three questions for the Gods of crushes and one-sided love.One, what are you supposed to do when your crush sees you like their younger brother?Two, what are you supposed to do when your crush who sees you like their brother kisses you?Three, what are you supposed to do when your crush who sees you like their brother is drunk when they kiss you? (Rated: M)

Anon, I hope you like this list. It is long ( and man does it have tons of TaeKook) but enjoy it OK.

#YoonMin #TaeKook #NamJin #JinKook #JungHope #VHope #BTS Fic Rec #YoonMin Fic Rec

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tiemeupspidey · 7 years

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FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT

[Reader’s POV]

“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.

“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.

“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.

“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.

“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa” Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.

Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.

Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.

“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.

Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.

“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car” opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.

Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.

Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.

Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.

Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.

You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?

Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.

Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.

Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.

Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.

Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx

Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.

“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.

“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.

“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.

“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.

“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.

“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?

“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.

“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.

“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.

“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.

“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.

“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.

“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.

“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.

“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.

Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

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moonchildmuses · 6 years

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UNF & DONT (for both youngmin and jIHO)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE!! now catch me reblogging every single ask meme I can find omg

youngmin

UNF — pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Youngmin used to think that he wouldn’t ever be one of those people who got jealous over something so trivial as seeing the boy he liked just dancing with some random prick in front of him, but well… he couldn’t have been more wrong. It was a bit ridiculous, yes, because Kiyoung was his friend and not his boyfriend — which meant that Jimin was right when he said that he had absolutely no right to be jealous. “Yet here I am, boiling with hate!” He scoffed, throwing his empty cup away and getting up from the couch. “Not thinking straight?” He repeated his friend’s words with a laugh, rolling his eyes as well. “Joke’s on you, buddy. When do I ever think straight?”

So before Jimin could call any of their friends, Youngmin made his way to the place where Kiyoung was still dancing and he smirked when he realized that this time his ‘friend’ was dancing on his own. “Hey, handsome.” He whispered in his ear as he hugged him from behind, swaying to the rhythm. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked even though he wasn’t planning to leave the party — let alone go very far. If he had to be honest, he kinda wanted every single person at the party to see them. He didn’t care if the whole world noticed that he was entirely at Do Kiyoung’s mercy, he was proud to be. “Come on, follow me.” He winked at his friend, holding his hand as they tried to get away from all the people dancing. And as soon as they were free from the crowd, Youngmin didn’t waste any time and he pinned Kiyoung against the nearest wall. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been fuckin’ dying to do it for the past two hours. That’s way too long, baby.” He murmured before he started giving him light, gentle kisses along his jaw. “God, you drive me crazy, I fucking love y— it.” He sighed and put his hands on Kiyoung’s ass, giving it a light squeeze and smirking when the other gasped at his actions. Yeah, so much for just friends.

DONT — pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

“You asshole!” He yelled, unable to believe that his Kiyoung was capable of doing something like this to him. “Are you for real? I’m— wow. You’re being really fucking rude right now, I hope you know that.” Youngmin couldn’t help but frown, and he crossed his arms obviously upset at the elder. “Fuck off, don’t touch me.” He insisted, turning away from him as Kiyoung laughed, obviously finding the whole situation very funny. “Why are you laughing? Do you think cheating is funny? Because I sure as hell don’t agree with you on that one.” He narrowed his eyes before he got up from the floor and went straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, ignoring Kiyoung as he walked past him.

Maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but this was a serious issue. “I am never ever playing Overwatch with you again. I hate you, you suck.” He said, and he was ready to complain some more until he saw Kiyoung grabbing his jacket, just about to walk out the door. “Hey! What are you doing?” Now he was frowning for real. “Come here, I… I am not a bad bitch, you can’t just leave me!” He screamed, almost letting out an awkward laugh to cover up the fact that he was lowkey panicking because he didn’t want him to go. So, obviously, Youngmin needed to do something and he had to do it as soon as possible. “I didn’t mean any of it, you know I’m just fucking with you.” He said, pouting as he approached him, slowly getting all up in his personal space until he had him cornered against the wall. “Take off that jacket, you and I both know that you’re not going anywhere. Are you?” He smirked, acting confident even though he wasn’t.

jiho

UNF — pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

It was only natural that after spending a whole day out with Jeonghan and their friends, Jiho just couldn’t wait until the guys were all gone and it was just the two of them alone again. “Bye Joonie, see you tomorrow! Don’t forget to bring me my coffee and a muffin! I love raspberry muffins, keep it in mind.” He winked, laughing when his friend stood in front of his car and flipped him off with both hands. “A deal is a deal, fucker. Now get the hell out of there, this underpaid Uber driver still isn’t done with his duty.” He said, jokingly narrowing his eyes as he looked at Kihyun through the rear-view mirror. What he wasn’t expecting, though, was his other friend finally looking up from his phone with a look of regret on his face. Apparently he was going to ask Jiho to drop him off a few blocks away from there, but before Jiho could even tell him that he had no problem with driving back, Kihyun was out of the car saying that he was going to take the bus — even though they all saw him running in the opposite direction of the bus stop. “Well, that was weird.” He said with a smile, looking at Jeonghan and admiring him while he laughed.

So now that both Namjoon and Kihyun were gone, it was finally just the two of them and Jiho couldn’t have been more excited. “Hey, babe, can you hold this for me?” He asked, driving with one hand and offering Jeonghan the other in a closed fist. He didn’t buy it, of course, but he still smiled at him and held his hand until they arrived at his building. Jiho had it all planned out: he was going to kiss the hell out of his man as soon as they were in the elevator —the cameras never worked anyway so they weren’t at risk of being caught— but apparently some of his neighbors had other plans and, long story short, they had turned the whole ride into a nightmare. “Bye Mrs. Son, have a nice evening!” He smiled and waved at her, but as soon as the doors closed… “What a bitch, did you see how he was looking at me? I swear, she hates me!” He rolled his eyes and opened the door to his apartment, walking in and handing Jeonghan the keys.

He could only wish that this stupid plan of his would work, or else he wasn’t going to need Jeonghan banging him against the wall because he was going to do it himself. Yes, he was so sexually frustrated that he wanted to slam his own head against the wall — so what? “Don’t forget to lock it.” He said, waiting until Jeonghan was distracted to walk up to him, getting so close that he had him trapped between the door and his body. “Finally, you’re all mine now.” He whispered and started kissing the elder’s neck at the same time he let his hands travel down from his waist to his belt. “Today was fun, but I think it’s time we have a little fun just the two of us. What do you say?”

DONT — pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Jiho had known that this wasn’t going to be easy for neither of them, he had known it from the very start, but he still adored Jeonghan with every piece of his heart. That’s why he wanted to fight for what they had, that’s why he didn’t want to let go — and he wasn’t going to. “I understand that you don’t want people to see us together like that, but that thing that happened back there? Please don’t ever do that again.” He said looking up at him. “I’m not stupid, I know how it is. That’s why I agreed when you said not to tell anyone, Jeonghan. And I’m not saying this because I’m holding it against you or anything because I swear I’m not, but how do you think I feel?“ He asked, sighing and breaking eye contact for a few seconds while he tried to choose the right words to say. “I agreed that it was for the best, and I meant it when I said that I would wait for you for as long as you needed me to, but that still doesn’t mean that I won’t feel like shit about it sometimes, you know?” He murmured choosing to be completely honest.

“I think about us and what we have all the time, and I’ll admit that until not too long ago, sometimes there was this little voice making me wonder what would happen if we gave each other some space… But then I realized that honestly, fuck that. That’s the last thing I want with you.” Jiho was on the verge of tears but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t embarrassed about it. “So I hope you’ll understand that I’m not sorry for what I’m about to say.” He announced, standing in front of him and grabbing his soft face with both hands. “I would be lying if I said that a part of me isn’t hoping that this will help you realize that we have is worth fighting for, but either way I guess I still want you to know.” He said as he gently pushed Jeonghan against the wall, and then he kissed him. “This isn’t a crush anymore, okay? I’m in love with you, Seo Jeonghan.” He confessed, keeping his eyes closed for a few seconds and letting a few tears fall down. “I’m in love with you and I’m yours, no matter what. You don’t have to say it back, but please don’t leave me, okay? I won’t leave you. We’re in this together.”

#⌜ muse ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ hwang youngmin ˎˊ˗#⌜ muse ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ choi jiho ˎˊ˗#｢ fwb au ｣#｢ tinder au ｣#⌜ ask meme: replies ⌟#⌜ otp ⌟ ✰* — ˗ˏˋ only fools fall for you ˎˊ˗#{ jiho x jeonghan }

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allthecommas · 6 years

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made to thrive

guysss so this is a meant-to-be pilot of the fic I started in March and never meant to publish!!!! might be a biiiit too long for tumblr but since i am still waiting for ao3 to let me in, here it goes

(pls be subtle, I really don’t write this much)

Bellamy x Raven

(multichapter fic since there’s way too few of them)

european setting au, modern setting au, bookstore au

word count: 2,665

Chapter one: van Goghs and cockroaches

Bellamy Blake couldn't really recall the last time he was so confused. And he has spent the last two months living in a bus with his at least slightly unstable little sister who clearly felt obliged to have him uncertain of his own bloodline at least four times per day.

It's been five years since he's moved to Galway. It's been four years since his odd father freed a studio apartment for him so he has somewhere nice to stay at and doesn't need to occupy a dorm room. It's been three years since he's been coming back on this exact day, October 11th, to the closest of home he has ever had.

And it's been solid 6 minutes of him staring at completely strange bags and a suitcase (a. goddamn. strange. suitcase.) for some reason placed chaotically on his bed.

His bed of 4 years.

He sat next to the suitcase exhaling loudly and put his phone out of his bag meaning to call Marcus and make him explain this unexpected occupation of his bedroom, when he heard the noise of the front door's locks. He rushed out to see and almost bumped into some blond chick, which made her drop the paper bag she must have been holding.

"What the fuck?!" she screeched, with pure horror in her baby blue eyes watching the liquids dripping on the floor through the paper.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" he echoed, taking a step back and crossing his arms on his chest.

"We need a wiper" she stated to herself rather than to him, ignoring his question and the Annoyed Face he put on, then turned around and made her way to the kitchen while he was focusing all his energy on standing there still and badass, not showing any sings of awkwardness nor inside imbalance.

"Make it quick, it's Macacauba!" He shouted to make himself look intimidating, just as if his knowledge of what Macacauba is could intimidate her and then consequently stared down at her while she was wiping the vegan yogurts off his floor, holding back the temptation of dropping 'you missed a spot' kind of comment.

"It's all your fault" she announced casually when she was done with cleaning and comfortably placed herself on a kitchen stool.

"Who the hell are you?" He cut, making it sound more like an accusation than an actual question.

She eyed him up and down, frowning.

"Certain Marcus did tell you."

"It's not the answer to my question" he said, realising that he hasn't moved for a little bit too long for someone who's not feeling caught off guard. "He didn't."

"But he must have" she argued "He discussed the content of the e-mail with me. Long ago. Back in May I suppose."

He tilted his head slightly in a ???? meme manner.

"He must have" the blonde repeated but her face softened. She stood up and walked up to him, with her right in the very front. "Anyhow. Clarke Griffin."

He looked at her hand suspiciously like it was about to bite him and didn't really let it show, but he recalled. He remembered. Early June, after the last time he has seen Kane, he in fact received an e-mail from him. Telling him about some Art student from Boston, some Clark, that will be staying in Galway for a year. He couldn't say he payed much attention to it though, his mind was already occupied with the road trip he and Octavia were planning and all the formalities he needed to have closed beforehand so he just slipped through the text and crafted a brief reply. But he could bet his left arm, there was nothing about this dude living in his house. Or about this dude being a chick.

All of this flashed in his head in a second before he forced his brows up and shook given hand.

"Since when is Clark a female name?" saying this seemed more appropriate that his name. "Clark Gable wasn't a chick."

"It's Clarke with an "e"."

•••

"Could you please pack it up for me? It's a gift."

Raven shot a glance at the queue seemingly growing each second, continuously expanding the place it occupied in the store and then locked her eyes back on the customer. The familiar face of the elderly lady asking her for such favour was kind and hopeful, with visible sense of pride for her choice and by all means, Raven would have helped her with utmost pleasure. If it wasn't for the six, oh, seven, people waiting impatiently. It was October 11th, new academic year has only just begun and people were getting desperate for all sorts of books that might or might not turn out to be helpful. She personally didn't find the assortment of her work place any close to satisfying and would never choose this exact place to trust her degree on but she knew it was a spot the closest to the campus area and the nice setting has successfully made up for the lacks on the shelves. At least the crowd she was now seeing implied so.

So, yeah, on any other day she would gladly paint the box in which the lady planned to place the copy of Levin's "Stepford Wives" with her own hands. But not today.

"A bag is the best I can do for now" she said with the sincerest smile she could produce.

"A bag is barely impressing' the old lady frowned 'I would prefer something more... Oh, you know... Sophisticated..."

Oh, and she wold prefer to leave this exact minute. And she would prefer for her co-worker to show up like he was supposed to do twenty minutes ago. And she would prefer to have a couple of loving, wealthy Irish parents. But most importantly, she would prefer for Galway not to be so expensive or at least for Mexican peso not to be so cheap so she wouldn't have to come here four times a week to make for a living but this world is a cruel place and barely ever asks what we would prefer.

"Then I can give you a shiny box and a golden ribbon" she said sweetly instead, noticing the hustle at the end of the line.

"I would not really want to settle for some massively produced decors. This gift, you see, is for a son of mine whom I haven't seen since-"

"- I understand but we are a bookstore and not a-"

"I swear to God, this line hasn't moved in ages!" came to her ears from a fourth person standing.

"- But it is rude to interrupt an old woman speaking. So, this dear son of mine whom I haven't seen since Saint Patrick-"

"It will be €8.71" she gasped, meeting a compassionate glare of a boy following the Old Lady in the queue.

"Without the packing or with the packing?"

"We haven't agreed on any-"

"Exactly. Therefore, you cannot cash me just yet since-"

"I WILL NOT PACK IT FOR YOU."

The humming of the store stopped immediately and Raven could cross her heart that she felt the eyes of every person within a radius of two hundred feet turning into her.

"Beeeecaaause the lovely florist from the salon just vis a vis will do it much better than any of us would ever" a guy with slight homeless vibe slipped behind the counter gracefully, flashing a half-mouth smile in the space in front of him like he was expecting the cameras to document his reality tv worthy entrance "And" he continued, as he reached for the store's business card and wrote something with a wide gesture "if you mention the name John Murphy from Arcadia, you will get your packing half-price." He blinked while passing her the piece of paper and the customer exclaimed few more long words before she left all content. Raven used the opportunity to swap to the second cash register and turn it on with her co-worker ID.

"You’re late" she hissed through her teeth once Murphy was done with posing (or at least relatively done since she couldn't imagine him totally not-posing).

"Observant" he commented briefly, not taking his sight from the customer's face. "It's €1.01 charge and a free bookmarker for you. Have an eventful night."

"26 minutes late you cockroach" she detailed, noticing 19.56 displayed on the cash register's screen while putting the sum €2.19 for five pensils.

"See?" he lifted his brow not even giving her a slight stare "Just 26 minutes and you already managed to fuck up."

"I wouldn't if you were here so I'd be on my way home just as I was supposed to be."

"So what is the reason behind you staying here and hurting my mother's native grammar instead of getting your angry ass out?"

She tried. She really did. She tried to be friendly with him the first couple of days, she tried to be indifferent towards him for the next few and she even tried to help him today. (Tonight, actually, since it was pitch dark outside already.) But that was the moment where she just tossed her ID on the counter and stormed out of the building, leaving him with another six people waiting in line.

And then there was the next moment when she came back and slicked into the stuff rooms because she couldn't really leave in her uniform.

•••

With an "e" or without an "e", Clarke or Klak, his unexpected roommate was highly inconvenient. Bellamy didn't have any problems with girls around as long as they were around for one night. But every other night for the next ten months? Extremely inconvenient.

It's not like she was completely horrible or something. She actually seemed bearable. A bit too bossy and hella tense for an artist but she took her stuff out of his bedroom once she was asked to do so and they even had something like a conversation so he didn't hate her. At least for now.

But he sincerely enjoyed living alone. His flat was his cave. Casa de Blake has reached the status of an actual legend of Galway, house parties he hosted there were never big but always eventful, he had a reputation he has been building for months and he was determined to keep it.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine' said Clarke with an "e". 'It's not like you're setting this place on fire every Friday, right?".

Oh, of course not.

He didn't mind a drama every now and again but mostly, he was coming in peace and wished some peace for himself. He didn't really like the idea of fighting with his roommate two up to five evenings a week.

He didn't like the idea of giving up his lifestyle either and that was exactly what he was not going to do.

And when he eventually got acquainted with the thought of pissing this blond van Goth off on a weekly basic, she called Kane 'dad'.

"I mean, he's my stepdad' she corrected right away. 'But we're very close and he doesn't mind me calling him dad, so."

So. sO. S o.

Pissing off a blond van Goth? Acceptable. Fine. Fun, perhaps.

Pissing off a new daughter of his odd parent, his benefactor, the Prime Minister of Ireland, Marcus Henry Ian Kane, the one who pays for his eight-floor city-centre studio apartment, the one who pays his university tuition, the one who's paid for the vacation of his lifetime, the one who's been his and his sister's only family ever since they've got orphaned seven years ago, the one who has shown him nothing but good will and unconditional support? Unacceptable. Definitely not fine. Could still be fun but not worth it.

The longer he thought about her, the more he needed to escape. So he did.

And headed right to the bookstore.

"Okay, sorry but I need to leave you here. I have a date." He said.

"Okay, sorry but I need to leave you here. I feel an intense need to compulsively buy a seventy eighth book about Roman Empire or Greek mythology or Celtic tales so I can drown myself in it and forget about your existence for a while." He didn't say. Not because he was ashamed of it. He just wasn't quite ready to share such information.

Silly as it sounds, his books were always the most personal element of his personality. Taking about his ex-girlfriend was easier than mentioning his favourite titles. The books he chose were always specific, always reflected his inside wars in a way he partly couldn't, partly didn't want to explain.

Bookstores were his safe spots. He didn't really expect any of his party buddies to show up there. When Octavia was away, he only let his guard down among the shelves full of undiscovered stories. It was geeky, he knew, but there, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

He used to feel himself in his flat too, those rare moments when he was there alone, of course, but that was not going to happen a lot now and that made him tense. He was way too shaken to notice that his steps directed at the closest bookstore were faster, more rapid than usual.

He could almost physically feel his though persona falling behind him the further he was from the flat. He might have been a drama queen, he might have been spoiled or ungrateful or overreacting but the thought of sharing his sacred living space with some intruder, regardless of who she was and how was her name spelled, made him sick. He didn’t need this kind of entertainment in his live. What he needed now was stability. It was his last year. What he needed now was his routine, the first routine he has ever had in his fucked up life, the routine he has worked for.

He was way too shaken to notice the tiny girl with a high ponytail and huge dark eyes standing in his way before he bumped into her, her head buried in his chest.

Overwhelmed by the déjà vu, completely done with the shit the world was pulling today, he didn't apologize. And neither did she. He didn't pass her by and neither did she.

All she did was taking half a step back, lifting her head up to face him, to glare at him with vivid annoyance and ire. And since that was the second time during the last two hours when he bumped into an arrogant chicken-sized girl with unnormal, big eyes, he felt this ire transferring into him.

"Out of my way" she barked, waiting for him to move. He couldn't really comprehend what did he do to deserve such treatment but he didn't care. On any other day he would just rush further, dropping a "sorry" behind him. But he happened to have an awfully rough day and he discovered that he actually was furious too, ready to pick up a fight with this smol angry bean if that was what she asked for.

"I was just about to say that" he stared at her, straight into her face, ignoring how pleasant to look at she was, determined for her to turn back first, no matter how long it took.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, her mouth clenched, brows frowned, she raised her hand and in a quick move pressed a fag to the lapel of his coat and smashed it, making a small but visible hole in the material before she rushed past him into the dark.

Completely poleaxed, he turned around and stared at the silhouette fading away for something that felt like a ridiculous amount of time to stand still in the middle of the street.

He managed to notice her gimping slightly on one leg and catch her voice saying "Finn, you still there?" continuing the phone call she must have started before.

#braven fic #rellamy fic #blayesnetwork #braven #rellamy #bellamy x raven #the 100 fic #majka writes

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sonneka · 7 years

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For the prompt meme, maybe komahina for 26 or 29 :o ??

Why not both? :D Sorry, I just couldn’t choose one and I ended up using the two of them! Hope you like it!!

26.Tending an injury & 29. Cooking Together

It wasn’t the first time Komaeda was having dinner at his apartment, butit was the first time Hinata got home too late to have somethingalready ready to eat.

Crap…

He looked at the clock and, in fact, Komaeda should be arriving in more or less than twenty minutes. He wouldn’t be able to have something done by thatshort amount of time, what was he going to do?

The obvioussolution to that situation was having dinner at a restaurant or ordering apizza. However, he wouldn’t choose such options. It was against their dateplans.

They’d been dating for seven months now, and the times Hinata invitedKomaeda for dinner at his apartment he always had something already preparedfor the special occasion. Certainly, Hinata wasn’t the best at cooking, but hewould be lying if he said he was bad instead.

He wasn’tthe best at a lot of things, but every time Komaeda tasted his meals andpraised him for cooking them, he felt like he actually wasn’t so useless in theend.

So, he wasrunning out of time and an avalanche of questions suddenly hit him. What wouldKomaeda said if there was nothing to eat? How would he react? Seven monthsdating and… he didn’t know how would Komaeda react under that situation? Whenwould come the day he would finally understand him?

Searching answers to those questions was a waste of time, but hecouldn’t help drowning in them. And by the time he realized he had to calmdown, he heard the doorbell ring. It was already too late, even to startregretting his life choices.

During the way back to his apartment, along with Komaeda, Hinata didn’tknow what to do. His hand was sweaty while holding the other’s and it was surelynoticeable at this point. As soon as they reached Hinata’s apartment’s floor,he didn’t have other choice but to tell the truth.

“Komaeda…I…”

“It’s been a while from the last time I had dinner here with you, I’mlooking forward to eating one of your hopeful dishes tonight, Hinata-kun!” thedoor closed behind them and Komaeda surrounded Hinata’s shoulders with his arms. The latter didn’t even have time to protest, because he was shut up by Komaeda’s mouth. In fact, they hadn’t beenable to see each other for the whole week and it seemed like that thiswas way too much time for them.

“So…”Komaeda was still smiling, apparently not showing intention of letting Hinatago from his grip. “What are we going to do tonight?”

“I…” Again,he was wordless. He was so afraid of disappointing Komaeda, after seeing himacting so lovely… He didn’t want his carefree smile to fade away. But, in theend, did he have a choice? “I don’t really know.”

Komaedablinked a few times, Hinata couldn’t help biting his lip… “What?”

“I mean…I’m sorry, but I just got home and didn’t have time to cook anything,” theybroke a little apart, and even though Komaeda was still staring at him, Hinataturned his gaze away.

Now… what?

“So…”

“It doesn’t matter, Hinata-kun.” Hinata couldn’t believe a few wordswould make his mood light up so easily. He went back to look at his boyfriend, his smile was back. What a relief. “We can cook something together,can’t we?”

Now Hinatawas the one blinking. “But… you…”

He remembered how many times Komaeda mentioned he was a disaster when itcame to cooking, how many times he said his supposed ‘luck’wasn’t very reliable for that kind of activity…

Was it nowa good idea to stop believing in those statements?

“Well, ifyou want to…” Hinata didn’t have the time to think. He was having a second chance,something Komaeda decided by himself, and he had to take it no matter what.

“Of course! I want to see your hope shine, Hinata-kun! It’d be such anhonor to get your help in the kitchen!” He seemed so eager right now, his widesmile brightening his face and Hinata almost got to ignore all the ‘hope’ discourse his boyfriend just made because of that.

Komaedagrabbed his hand and he was immediately led to his own kitchen. Okay, it wastime to work.

He thought of an easy but not tooordinary meal to cook, took the ingredients and placed the required tools onthe counter. Komaeda asked about almost everything they were going to use and Hinata even wondered how he could live by himself not knowing the useof some things.

“Hinata-kun…” Komaeda interrupted his boyfriend just when he was aboutto explain how they were going to start, he seemed kind of nervous too, Hinatacould tell.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering… Do you have an apron?” Hinata could swearKomaeda was blushing, what a cute expression.

“Mmm, I think I have one.” He didn’t like wearing aprons, but sometimesthey were essentials.

Aftersearching in the counter’s drawers for a few moments, he found theapron he was lookingfor and his cheeks burned. Just thinkingof Komaeda wearing one was enough to make him feel embarrassed too.

And his imagination didn’t lie to him,Komaeda looked pretty cute wearing the apron and the idea of cooking togetherwas going to get complicated due to that fact. They had to focus on the cooking, after all.

However, Komaeda was pretty smart and learned fast. It was enough withHinata saying what to do just once, everything was easier than what he expected first. Maybe Komaeda wasn’t asbad in the kitchen as he claimed to be.

“I don’tknow if I should cut these vegetables, Hinata-kun…” Komaeda chuckled, staringat the knife in front of him but not wanting to grab it. “What if something badhappens? I can’t cut fast and I’ll probably do it the wrong way, and—“

“Shut up,”Hinata was just behind him, what an awkward situation. He grabbed Komaeda’swrists and leaded his hand towards the knife. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

“Mm…” it was expected of him to feel that way, paranoid. Hinata starteddrawing circles with his thumb over the other’s wrist, in an attempt to relaxhim. Not convinced with that small show of affection, he gave a quick kiss onKomaeda’s shoulder making him twitch a little bit, but at least he laughed.“That tickles!”

“Just don’t be afraid, okay?” Hinata repeated himself, and nowKomaeda truly paid attention. He grabbed the knife and soon hewas ready to cut some vegetables.

With Hinata’s hand as a guide, everything went perfect. They got to cutevery single vegetable without nothing bad happening, so Komaeda’s predictionsended up being really wrong. However, this didn’t stop him from feelingparanoid. And when he saw the oil boiling in the frying pan, Komaeda’sface became paler than usual.

“Don’t worry, Komaeda. I’ve done this a million times without problem,you can do it too.” Hinata circled his boyfriend’swaist with his arm, while the latter had the bowl with mixed vegetablesin hand, staring at the frying pan as if it were the most terrifying thing inthe world.

“But I never did something like this and it can be so dangerous, Hinata-kun… Want to do it yourself?” Hebasically pressed the bowl against Hinata’s chest, a look full of concern onhis face. Seriously, did he have to be so worried?

Hinata justrolled his eyes, grabbing the bowl and a spoon to start what Komaeda was afraidto do. He only had to put the vegetables in the frying pan, what was thecomplicated part of that? He did that almost every day.

And he had never had problems with that. But…

Komaeda’seyes went from the frying pan to Hinata’s hand, unsure of what to pay attentionto. And suddenly, when Hinata was about to put the vegetables into the fryingpan…

“Hinata-kun!”It was a split second, Komaeda pushed his boyfriend’s hand away, but lettinghis in between… “Ouch!”

“Komaeda!?”obviously, the oil was boiling when he poured the food in, so some of the oilended up spattering onto Komaeda’s hand.

Not thisbeing enough, as it seemed, the white haired boy managed to hold onto thecounter after he got burned. And this way, his other hand surprisingly fell onthe knife he was using before, cutting the palm of his hand.

Now he washurt on both hands, Hinata was speechless and it took him a few seconds torealize he had to do something.

He pouredthe remaining vegetables into the frying pan and soon he was running out of thekitchen. “Just wash your hand with cold water… the burned one, well, b-bothhands! I’ll be right back.”

Komaedaprobably complained about that, but Hinata didn’t have time to listen at all.In the end, the only thing he had in mind was that his boyfriend was rightabout the danger…

Wait, what?No, it didn’t make sense at all. It was just that he was too paranoid and,obviously, paranoia was the easiest way to disaster’s path. There was no otherexplanation, and Hinata didn’t want to understand more either.

He grabbedhis first aid kit and went back to the kitchen. The sight he found there waskind of sad. Komaeda’s countenance wasn’t as bright as usual, he wasn’t evensmiling. However, he was still wearing the apron and it made the mood light upa little bit for Hinata at least.

“Don’tworry, Komaeda. Just go to the couch and sit down.” Hinata smiled, he justcouldn’t be mad in a situation where Komaeda seemed so regretful.

“And thefood?” the white haired boy finally gave him a look, still concerned. “I cantake care of my wounds by myself, Hinata-kun.”

“No… I will do it.”

Finally thesad look changed to be a surprised one, and Komaeda slowly left the kitchen tosit at the couch in the living room, Hinata following him.

As soon as theysat down, Hinata grabbed the hand with the cut first. The wound wasn’t deep,but neither as weak as not to care about it. He was still bleeding, so Hinata decidedto clean the injured area first.

Komaeda’shand was soft to the touch, his slender fingers were something Hinata loved alot. He took advantage of the situation and enjoyed the brush of their hands,their skins. When he looked up, to Komaeda’s face, he was already staring athim. Still, he seemed really sorry.

Hinatasighed. “Don’t be sad, it’s not your fault…” Or it actually was? Since Komaeda hadbeen pretty paranoid, this should have been the cause of everything, wasn’t it?But he always was so hard on himself, Hinata would never make him feel guiltyfor anything.

“It’s myluck,” a laugh escaped the white haired boy’s lips, but it didn’t sound good.“I had already told you, something bad was going to happen.”

“Well…”Hinata was wrapping Komaeda’s hand with some bandages, slowly, he reallyenjoyed taking care of his boyfriend, even if the situation wasn’t one supposedto be enjoyed. “Just forget it, it doesn’t matter. How’s your other hand?”

“It hurts alittle bit, but it’ll be fine… I guess.” Komaeda shrugged. “I’m the one whosuggested cooking with you, even knowing the consequences. So it’s still myfault.”

“Why didyou decide to do it then?” Once he was finished with that hand, now covered inbandages, he grabbed the other. Just brushing his fingers with Komaeda’s, beingcareful not to touch the burned area. Damn, it wasn’t a small mark at all… “Ifyou were so sure about something bad happening, why didn’t you ask forsomething else?”

“The thingis…” the white haired boy pursed his lips and looked away, while Hinata kept onplaying with his fingers. “I… wanted to cook with you, Hinata-kun. Someone ashopeful as you, teaching someone like me how to cook… It was such an amazingopportunity. But, you know, bad luck had to come next. And I was willing torisk my safety just to have a good time with you first.”

Hinatablinked repeatedly, eyes focused on his boyfriend’s. Then he smiled and lifteda hand to reach Komaeda’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “I still don’tunderstand you, you know?”

“I don’tblame you.” And now Komaeda was smiling too, he even leaned forward to gentlykiss his boyfriend’s lips. It was quick kiss but soft and sweet, probably fullof love.

“So, I-I’llbetter finish what we started.” Hinata got up, although he would’ve wanted tostay by Komaeda’s side a little longer. “I’ll give you some lotion for burnsonce we finish eating, that hand of yours doesn’t look good at all…”

Komaedachuckled, he was probably feeling a lot better now. He even followed Hinata tothe kitchen, just to stay at the doorway. However, he was still wearing thatcute apron and his smile was back, making everything feel at ease again.

“Are yougoing to stay over there? Are you sure?” Hinata inquired, now being him the oneparanoid.

“Yeah, it’sokay.” Komaeda leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “It’s such apleasure to see you cooking, Hinata-kun. I’m so lucky.”

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