#I watched it the day it was uploaded and I fell for it hook line and sinker until I googled 'The Room I Died In book' and found nothing

[rolanslide]

Listen. last year for April Fools a guy made a book review of the book The Room (2003) was based on. No, The Room was not adapted from a book. But I think if we all band together we can convince people it was. Goncharov pt. 2 electric roomaloo

[path-of-my-childhood]

Collect Call From... TAYLOR SWIFT

Blender Magazine (final, unpublished issue from May 2009) // By Josh Eells

Each month, one lucky rock star phones Blender HQ for seven days straight, just to, you know, share. Now on the line: country-pop princess.

DAY 1: FEBRUARY 24th, 3:51 pm

Swift calls from Nashville, where she lives with her parents and younger brother. “I’m so happy to be home! I’ve been in Europe for two weeks. I got back two nights ago and spent half of yesterday sleeping. This is my only week off for months, but I categorize vacations differently than most people. I don’t care if I’m doing interviews from when I wake up till I go to sleep, as long as l’m in my own bed, that’s a day off.  This morning I went to some of the radio stations in town, said hi to program directors. Then I met with my stylist - we talked about tour outfits. And now I’m getting dressed for my brother Austin’s lacrosse game. He plays goalie - this is his first game as starter. His friends used to tease him about me, but now he's six two and built. I don’t think they make jokes anymore.”

DAY 2: FEBRUARY 25th, 4:14 pm

Swift phones from home, where she’s “lounging on the couch under a quilt” and playing with her dogs, Baby (a Doberman) and Bug (a mini Pinscher). “Austin did great! His team won, and he kept a bunch of balls out of the goal. Afterwards I went with my friend Emily to a Nashville Predators game. I did a commercial for them, so they hook me up with tickets when I’m in town. There’s a couple of cute guys, but I think they’re all married. I totally cheer and do the fang-finger thing. Last night they put me on the JumboTron, and you could literally see the wave of people getting up to come over. I’m still getting used to the fact that being stared at is part of my day - in high school it meant I had something on my face. The fact that my albums has been No. 1 for 10 weeks - it’s unbelievable. But this week looks a little questionable: The Jonas Brothers have an album out, too. Hmm.”

DAY 3: FEBRUARY 26th, 5:30 pm

Swift dials in from the road In Nashville, where she’s stuck In rush-hour traffic. "I just shot a video with my friend Kellie [Pickier] for a song we wrote together. It’s about ex-boyfriends. In the video I am kind of her trouble-making sidekick - I wore this strapless studded dress with a zipper up the front. The whole day I was afraid someone was gonna walk by and unzip me. It would have taken half a second to ruin my day. Oh, my God, last night I fell asleep on the couch watching CSI: NY. I was out at like 7, but at some point I dragged myself to bed, and apparently in my haze I turned the heat up to 95! I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with my poor cat lying on the floor panting. I made myself an ice bath and called my friend Emma in LA - she was in Superbad - and she kept me company for two hours while I cooled down.”

DAY 4: FEBRUARY 27th, 4:37 pm

Swift rings from the music room at her house, where she’s teaching herself how to play piano. “I’m still not caught up from my jet lag. Today I woke up at 5:30, ate same cereal and fell back asleep on the couch. I didn’t sleep long though, because we had rehearsal this morning. Kenny Chesney was rehearsing next door, so we chatted for a bit. Nashville is a really small town. I still live with my parents because I’m never home long enough to move out. And I don’t go to bars, because I’m 19 and scared of breaking rules. Besides Kellie and my best friend Abigail, who moved to Kansas, most of my friends are in LA. And boys aren’t even an issue right now. I categorize guys as “talking”, “nominees” - people you feel like you could someday date - and “dating”. Right now I don’t even have nominees. I don’t even have potential future nominees! But I’m used to being single. Before my last relationship [with Joe Jonas] I was single for like two years. It’s sort of my thing.”

DAY 5: FEBRUARY 28th, 12:50 pm

Swift checks in from her mom’s car with some medical news. “So, I’m driving to the doctors office. I burned my face with a curling iron! Don’t worry, I’m fine - I’ll call you after we’re done. [She phones a few hours later.] OK. What happened was, I woke up at 6 am and decided to curl my hair. I guess l was still asleep, because I slipped and burned my face under my right eye. It hurt really bad, but I didn’t think much of it. I edited and uploaded a MySpace video - unhindered by the fact that my face was melting off - and went downstairs, and my dad was like, ‘Oh, my God!’ I guess it was worse than I realized. So we went to the dermatologist. She gave me a prescription for some burn cream - I’m not sure what it is, but it has a lot of syllables. The good news is I’m expected to make a full recovery.”

DAY 6: MARCH 1st, 10:03 pm

Swift phones from Plant City, Florida, where she lust performed at the world famous Florida Strawberry Festival. “This place is strawberry city! When we landed, there were official Strawberry Festival minivans waiting to pick us up, driven by people in strawberry shirts. In the dressing room there were bushels of the most beautiful, gigantic chocolate covered strawberries I’ve ever seen. It’s like they welded three together! And this afternoon I met the Strawberry Festival Queen and her court. They were dressed in red and looked very sparkly. It was cold for Florida, like 55 and rainy, but everybody bundled up and had a great time. Afterward we had a police escort, which always makes you feel cool, and we’re taking a private jet, which is even cooler. On the way to the airport all these kids were trying to hurl themselves on our car - it was pretty frantic for a second. But thankfully no one got hurt. That’s why it was cool.”

DAY 7: MARCH 2nd, 12:50 pm

On her last day at home, Swift calls from her favorite couch, where she’s enjoying the view of Old Hickory Lake. “It’s freezing in Tennessee! It’s like 29 degrees, and I’m sitting here packing sundresses and flip-flops for two weeks in Australia. That and downloading movies for the 20,000-hour flight I’m about to embark on. I have three goals for this trip. One, get a tan. Two, go to the beach. And three, debut my new summer wardrobe. Oh, and four, play some good shows and make an impact on Australia! Ha. I don’t go into most situations thinking I’m going to win. I’ve never even won a raffle. These blessings I’ve had lately are more amazing than I could have ever imagined. We got the new projections today, and It’s looking like we’re going to be No.1 again. Does it feel a little sweeter this week? [Laughs] Yeah - just a little.”

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Eidolon 3 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary:  AU: What started off as the result of a simple act of rebellion ends up causing his life to spin out of control. How will young Danny cope with the results as well as a past that has a strange habit of coming back to haunt him.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, kidnapping, and various other things

Parings: hints of Danny/Sam much later on

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr.

Chapter 3: Worries

"Sam… can you run this by me again?" he asked as he stopped searching for a moment and glanced at her. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Her response was a roll of the eyes. "I thought we went over this already… Don't you want to know what we saw last night?"

"I don't!" Tucker voiced, causing the two of them to look at him. "What? That thing was scary! For all we know, it could still be out here, and I for one, have no desire to see it again!"

"Why, aren't we brave?" The sarcasm in Sam's voice spoke volumes. In an almost immediate response, Tucker covered his head with his arms. Apparently, that tone was a verbal warning of the threat of pain. Sam could apparently be rather scary when she felt like it.

"Hey! Don't get mad at me! I just want to keep my good looks safe for the ladies! Besides, you're the one with the grudge!"

That answer just seemed to anger Sam more. "How selfish can you get? You don't even care that other people could be in danger?" Though it was true that she had sworn her vengeance on whatever they had seen, rational seemed to have come back to her in the hours after the chase. She currently just wanted to know who or what that was.

"I do… except, in my book, I come first! Besides, shouldn't this be a job for the police instead?"

"Like they're going to believe a couple of kids. We'll probably be the ones to get in trouble if we say anything. They only take it seriously if we find some kind of proof."

Danny stayed silent as he watched their fight continue. Sam did have a point; whatever it was that they had seen the night before could potentially be dangerous to anyone in the area. It also seemed unlikely that the police would believe them, since they would probably just pass it off as some kind of animal, which it definitely was not! However, he sided more with Tucker. If it wasn't for Sam's persuasiveness (aka threats), there was no way that he would have come back to the cemetery for quite some time.

He glanced around the familiar surroundings and shivered slightly. It was only about one in the afternoon, but it felt like it was much later. The shadows appeared more pronounced, the statues looked corrupted, and the air seemed stale and heavy. It was almost as if that thing's presence had managed to taint the area.

Even though he really did not believe in the so-called paranormal, there was definitely something demonic about that creature. That thought caused him to sigh. He was being silly. There was probably a very logical explanation for what he and his friends had seen. It was probably just some drifter or psychopath… which is just as comforting.

In truth, he would rather just forget about the incident and chalk it up as a bizarre situation that he never wanted to ever deal with again. He had also made a promise to himself to never again sneak out of his house at night; being scared half to death was so not worth it. However, he had this sinking suspicion that Sam was going to make him break that. Speaking of which…

"What…?" he asked after he realized that she had asked him something. "Sorry, I wasn't listening."

"Jeez, Danny, get your head out of the clouds." Judging by her expression and the fact that Tucker was hiding rather poorly behind a nearby bush, they had stopped arguing for the time being. "I just wanted to know if you had managed to get home okay last night. I mean, you didn't get in trouble or anything, did you? I kinda forgot to ask earlier."

He frowned for a moment. "Surprisingly… no," he replied before giving them a sheepish grin. "I… uh… fell when I snuck back through my window. If you haven't already noticed, I'm kinda klutzy. Winston's use to that, but it's a little weird for me to fall at night. If he did wake up, I guess he assumed I fell off the bed again."

Sam shook her head. "Again…?"

"I don't do it often!" he replied in an embarrassed protest. "Just a couple times a year!"

"And that makes it so much better."

"Um, I don't mean to pry or anything," Tucker interrupted as he came over. Apparently, he now thought it was safe for him to come out of hiding, though he did make sure that he was out of Sam's punching range. "But, why do you call your dad by his first name?"

That question earned another sheepish look. "Well… um… I'm actually adopted. Winston's been my guardian for as long as I can remember. Apparently, my parents had asked him to take care of me if anything would happen to them…" He sounded wistful for a moment before he sat down on a nearby bench. Raising his head, he glanced at them while wearing an expression that was unreadable. "I… I really don't know what happened to them. Winston's not very comfortable with the topic."

After a small pause, Sam glared at Tucker, who cringed. "Tucker! How could you bring that up?" she demanded as she moved closer to him.

"Sorry!" He immediately backed away from her as he raised his hands again. "I didn't know!"

That caused Danny to chuckle, which caused both of them to look at him. "It's okay, really! I don't mind. Let's just go back to searching before Tucker gets hurt."

"Tucker likes that idea!"

Sam glared at the nervous boy for a moment before poked him in the chest, "Fine, but this doesn't mean that you're off the hook."

….

"Sam!" Tucker whined about an hour later. "Let's call it a day! We haven't found anything! And besides, we promised Danny yesterday that we'd show him around."

Once again, Danny agreed with him. There were definitely less boring activities than failing miserably at finding anything. They had found nothing! It was as if there was absolutely nothing to even suggest that there had even been something other than him in this part of the graveyard within the last day. It was definitely frustrating since there was a small part of him that did want proof that he hadn't just imagined last night. Even if Sam and Tucker had seen it, maybe it had been some weird group hallucination. He had heard those were possible.

Sam glanced around again and gave a frustrated huff before she kicked the ground. "I guess you're right… even if I don't want you to be. I guess we should lea… Hey, what's that?" She pointed at something before she sprinted over to whatever it was that she had seen.

He and Tucker shared a look before they followed her. By the time they had reached her, she had picked up what appeared to be a piece of paper and was examining it. Apparently, it contained either an image or word that was holding her interest.

"Um… Sam… what… oomf!" Danny's words were cut off when Sam shoved the paper into his hands. "What the heck?"

She glared at him while she impatiently tapped her foot. "Just look at it!"

After giving her a look, he complied. At first, the only thing that caught his attention was that he was holding a rather old piece of paper. That normally would not be too weird since littering was unfortunately common, but this paper wasn't just weathered, but it also had a strange feel as if it was more along the lines of canvas than actual paper. He then noticed that there were black marks on it, which he realized was a sketch of what appeared to be some sort of figure.

He turned the paper a bit to see if he could get a better feel for the picture. It appeared to be an ink sketch of what he took to be a demonic figure with… possibly flaming hair. After a moment, he also realized that there seemed to be writing on the top of the paper, but the letters were too faded for him to make out.

"So… what do you think?" Sam asked after he had handed the paper to Tucker.

"Not much," he replied with a shrug. "Sure, it's creepy enough, but I don't think it's related to this. Papers find their way here all the time. Possibly someone lost it out of their sketchbook a while back."

She just shook her head. "Danny, I tend to do a bit of sketching myself… That's not a type of paper, if it is paper, that you commonly use. In fact, I'm fairly certain that I've never seen it before."

"Sam, you're probably over thinking things. I really don't think that it's anything out of the ordinary," Tucker told her as he gave it back to her. He then glanced at Danny and grinned. "Although Sam's usually pretty level-headed, she sometimes lets her love of anything weird run away with her."

"Take that back!"

"In this case, I don't think I will."

"Would you still say that if you weren't standing behind me?" Danny asked as he tried to turn to get a look at his friend.

Tucker gave him a serious look. "Dude, have you seen her boots? They hurt! Oh… alright." After receiving another glare, he gave up on hiding and looked over at the still irritated goth. "If it will make you happy, I'll try to find some information on it when I get home. Though, to be absolutely honest, I'm fairly certain that picture's nothing more than the product of someone's deranged… oh, I mean artistic… mind."

Try as she might, Sam couldn't resist chuckling at his comment. "Thanks. If anyone could find something, it would be you."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"Sure, I noticed. It's your only redeeming quality."

"Hey!"

"Sorry to interrupt another one of your fights," he told them as he raised an eyebrow. Their "play" arguments were throwing him for a loop. How was it possible they were still friends if that happened as commonly as it seemed? "But, am I missing something?"

Sam laughed as she waved him off with her hand. "Don't mind us. Both of us keep forgetting that you don't know any of this yet. Although he might not look like it, Tucker's amazing with technology. I swear that he could honestly bring down a satellite with that PDA of his." She then glanced over at the boy who had brought out said PDA and had begun checking it in a strangely loving fashion. "I'm actually surprised that he didn't mention it yesterday. Perhaps he was trying not to scare you way."

After a moment she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Come on! We should leave now before he starts trying to induct you into his technologic world…"

xxxxx

The door slammed which let him know that his charge was finally home. If it was any other day, he would have actually gone to greet the boy, but this was not the case. He was currently stuck on the phone listening to someone who was irritating him more and more with each passing second. Even though he was usually a patient man, it was taking all of his self control to not raise his voice at her.

"Ma'am, I understand the consequences," he told the voice on the phone tiredly as he tried to wrap up the conversation, "But I assure you, that not only am I acting on his parents' wishes, but that I am also taking very good care of him."

What the woman said next absolutely enraged him. "That remains to be seen!" was his indigent reply. "Please reserve your judgments until you or one of your people come to do that review. Now, have a good day." The woman had tried to respond, but he cut her off by slamming the phone. Those people were so tiring, but that one really knew what to say to get under his skin.

"Uh… is everything okay in here…?" Danny asked carefully as he appeared in the kitchen. His expression clearly said that he hoped that he was not in trouble.

Winston sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he sat down. "It's really nothing too important, just another call from the state. Apparently, they're now attempting to use scare tactics." He then looked at the boy and tried to smile, "So, how was your day?"

Danny shrugged as he too grabbed a seat. "Sam and Tucker showed me around town some more, and we hit the arcade for a bit before Tucker had to head home. We're going to try to get together again in a couple days."

"That's good…"

"Um… are you sure you're okay?"

He sighed as he looked up at the boy who seemed worried about the absent-minded response he had recieved. "Yeah… I guess I let them get to me more than I had thought. Anyways, how does pizza sound for dinner?"

"That sounds great!" Danny then got up and headed towards the hall. "I'm going to be in my room for a while."

"That's fine." Winston then got up and picked up the phone again. After calling the pizza place, he headed into the study and tried to relax.

Why was in the world was that man getting involved in this? He had heard the rumors that the man had begun to involve certain aspects of his many companies in some of the state cases, but until that call he did not believe that they were actually true. Due to the money that those companies held, it was going to much more difficult than he had originally thought to keep Danny. Not only that, but the head of those companies, Vlad Masters himself, had personally become interested.

According to that woman, he claimed to be a friend of Danny's parents. If that was the case, why didn't they ask him to take the boy? But, that was beside the point. Even though the man was well-respected, there was something that just did not sit right with Winston. Sure, he might be a business genius, but he had gained way too much power too quickly. There were rumors that those gains had not been made above the table, and Winston believed that they were true.

It was also known that the man was not above using underhanded tactics in court. If this case did end up going that far… there was no telling what that man might reveal. Danny's story was complicated, and even though he had done what was asked of him, it was unlikely that a jury would see it the same way, especially with how unbelievable the story really was. Most likely, Masters would corrupt the tale, making it even worse.

Then there was Danny to think about. While it's true that he had not be entirely forthcoming with what had actually happened, he had planned on revealing everything on his upcoming birthday. However, with the current mess, he was unsure what precisely to do. If he was to wait and the boy was told a corrupted story, it would most likely shatter his world. He could not let that happen, but he did not want to add stress to him, especially since there had been no indication it was true…

A sudden crash followed by a yell immediately got him out of his seat. That was….? What was that? He stood still for a moment trying to figure out from where the noise had originated when he realized that had been Danny's voice. Sure, the boy did have a tendency to trip, but there was no way that was normal.

He immediately ran to boy's room and opened the door. "Danny! Are you all right? I heard a crash!" He looked around expecting the boy to be near his chair or bed, but instead he was on the floor, plastered against the wall. His piercing blue eyes were wide and frightened.

Worried, he kneeled beside the boy, placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, and gently shook him. Unfortunately, he still did not get a response as Danny was still staring at something. His military instincts kicked in, causing him to tense and glance around the room looking for anything that was out of place. After a moment, he realized that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he still kept himself prepared potential surprise.

"Danny…" he whispered harshly to his charge as he continued to watch, "what happened?"

There was no sound until he heard Danny take a deep breath and move. He looked back to see the boy leaning his head against the wall. His breathing was still heavy, but it looked like the worst of the shock of whatever had happened was beginning to wear off. "Are you okay?" he asked cautiously as he glanced around again.

"Huh…?" the boy's voice was startled. Had he only just realized that he had come into the room? "Wh-what's going on?"

"Are you hurt?" he asked as he knelt down again. "Did something happen? Did you see something weird?"

At the last question, his charge tensed and glanced at his hand as if he was examining it. After a moment, he hesitantly looked back at him and shook his head. "I… I'm fine, but what's with the twenty questions?"

He raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Really? Daniel, I heard a crash and a yell from you. I was worried," he told him as he helped him to his feet. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

This time, he was answered with a nod. "I'm fine��� I just … fell off the chair... and managed to knock some of the stuff off my desk…" Danny cringed slightly when he realized how weak sounding his excuse was. He then became more animated and began to push the older man towards the door. "I promise! I'm perfectly fine! N-nothing's wrong! Just give me a few minutes to clean up everything, and I'll be right out! The pizza's supposed to be here shortly, right?"

Before Winston even had a chance to attempt to get a word in, Danny shoved him out of the room and slammed to door. He remained there, a little stunned for a few moments. Whatever had happened definitely spooked the boy, it was probably nothing like he had said… but he could not help but wonder. A normal fall like that should not be so frightening.

He took another glance at the door before he headed back into the kitchen. Maybe he should watch the boy a little more closely, just in case.

[deans-mind-palace]

Forget me not  (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: Cas was your guardian angel and best friend. He protected you from everything that tried to harm you as child. But a terrible accident caused you to get separated from him. Years later, you’re still determined to find your guardian angel again. What happens when you meet him under unexpected circumstances?

Word Count: 1,558

Warnings: None. Just some hunting and growing up.

Author’s Note: Second part, guys! Like always, likes are silver, feedback is gold! Like, comment and share. Enjoy and show it some love! Next part is with Cas, so stay tuned, guys!

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

A long time ago God created a flower. But one day he forgot its name and it was very sad that God had forgotten it. So God renamed the flower Forget-me-not as a promise to never forget it again.

After that one night, your life changed drastically. Your parents died, but at least their memory was honored, but the most important person in your life disappeared as if he had never existed. You never doubted that Cas really existed.

Of course you knew the stories of children and their imaginary friends, but Cas was too vivid, too real to be dismissed as a mere fantasy. Besides, even when you were ten years old, he still had tea with you. His loss was a profound mark on your life. From one moment to the next, you were without parents and Castiel. Alone in this damned world wondering what you did to deserve this fate.

Soon you had to move in with your aunt, but she was a lady of advanced age who liked to sit in her chair by the window and knit when she wasn't watering her ranunculus in the garden. For four years you put up with her more bad than good. But you couldn't lead a normal life. Not with the knowledge of what was lurking in the shadows out there. In deserted alleys, in dark corners that the light of the streetlamp could not reach, in the blackness of the night. Whatever killed your parents and thus took Castiel from you and destroyed your life was still out there waiting for another opportunity to strike. And you would not rest until you avenged your loss.

At fifteen, you couldn't stand the semblance of a perfect and unblemished world anymore. In the middle of the night you packed your bags and stepped through your aunt's door for the last time, never wanting to return. You were young and had nowhere to go, but the last few years had raised you to be a lonely fighter. You knew how to survive on the tough streets. Away from the well-kept front gardens and shiny cars, life was dangerous and the line between good and evil did not exist. Everyone was looking out for their own advantage and if necessary, they would kill each other for it. You were no different.

All those years you fought for yourself, your thoughts were with Castiel. You wanted to find him again even if you had to walk the earth. At night in your dreams, you'd see the angel's blue eyes, and each time, you'd watch them turn into a deep obsidian of that horrible creature. In search of the creature that had taken everything from you, you soon came across your first hunters. You felt at home in their community. They were all humans who were haunted in one way or another, but they were exactly the sort of people you hoped to find.

Hunters were reserved and distrustful people, so you soon adopted these character traits. The little girl who had been lying happily in the grass with her angel, watching clouds, had long since disappeared. It took some time, but then you met a hunter who was willing to take you under his wing.

Ash was only a few years older than you and had suffered a similar fate. He taught you a lot about hunting and soon you were an invincible team that made a reputation among other hunters as well. You were known as fearless, but why be afraid when you had nothing more to lose? Ash was a good friend, maybe even more than that, but you had never really defined the relationship between you two. Yet you never told him the reason why you became a huntress. Nor did he ask again after you once threatened him with a knife. Castiel was your well-kept secret. Ash and you went through thick and thin, but eventually the secrets between you became too much.The pauses between your words too long. More and more often, each of you did their own thing and disappeared. Only one day Ash never returned. He died as he lived. With nothing to lose.

After his death you were alone again, but you carried on Ash's legacy. In his name you killed seven demons in one night. You traveled the land always seeking for clues to Castiel's whereabouts. On your journey you met many people with strange abilities, but no one was able to help you. Further years rolled into the land and you were twenty-nine years old when it happened.

There had been problems for some time in Ohio with an old slaughterhouse in a run-down factory district with cracked asphalt and broken windows. Again and again on new moon nights, groups of young people ventured into the old slaughterhouse. Only rarely did they come out alive again. Your research was thorough and you soon knew that you were dealing with the echo of a deceased butcher. He had loved to hang his victims like pieces of meat on his hooks. But one day his own hatchet became his doom. Which didn't stop him from killing even after his own death.

You were perfectly prepared. Your shotgun was loaded, the salt was hanging in a bag on your jeans and the lighter was in your jacket pocket with a flask full of spirit. You were perfectly prepared, which was more than you could say for the mysterious hunter. You were just creeping around another corner when you heard a clang and a heavy cursing. A few shots were fired, then only the empty barrel of the gun clicked. A crash broke the short silence.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That motherfucker!" You heard a male voice yelling. You turned off your flashlight and drew your pistol, the shotgun dangling from your belt. You pressed yourself against the wall and crept silently closer, step by step, until you could see around the corner. For a moment you saw nothing but all-consuming blackness welcoming you. It took time for your eyes to get used to the darkness, then you could make out the outline of a man. The light from the distant street lamps fell in jagged pools through the broken windows to the ground.

Suddenly there was another crash and the man was hurled out of the shadow by an invisible force into the pale light of the street lamps.The pieces of broken glas crunched under his shoes as he hit the ground and his heavy body slid across the floor. He groaned and rubbed his hand over the dirty encrusted blond hair at the back of his head. His rifle had been hurled across the floor out of reach to your feet. It clattered further back, then a clattering sounded and the stranger jumped back to his feet as he looked around for his gun.

You stood in the darkness, but when his green eyes met yours for a brief moment, you thought he would see you, so intense was his piercing look.

He did not see the ghost behind him with the raised axe coming. At the last second you jumped out of your hiding place and shot over the stranger's shoulder past him, right between the ghost's eyes. He vanished immediately and you had a few minutes to catch your breath.Wordlessly you kicked his shotgun to him.

"Thank you." He said out of breath and wiped the sweat that shone in the light from his forehead. "No big deal. Let's take this guy down," You said and tossed a box of bullets at him. He caught it deftly and loaded his gun. "Let's make sure this son of a bitch gets what he deserves," He growled. You followed him and it wasn't long before you had the ghost neutralized.

"Well, salt 'n' burn it, baby," said the stranger. He smirked at you with a twinkle in his green eyes and winked at you slyly.

He was exactly your type of man. Three or four years older than you and handsome. The blonde hair shone in the light and the green eyes immediately captivated you. They reminded you of the summer grasslands where you had spent the balmy summer evenings of your childhood with Cas. He was muscular and knew how to handle a gun. He was also confident and had a wry grin on his lips. He resembled a riddle you couldn't escape, but you couldn't find the solution either. He had an open and honest face, yet there were these shadows in his eyes that you knew from many hunters. It was his dark past that was reflected in the deep green. He masked these shadows well and his grin fooled away the pain. You knew this because you saw it every time you looked in a mirror.

"How about a beer?" The elder asked you. "My motel's not far from here." You had just saved that guy's life, so why not? "Sure." You responded, throwing him a tentative smile. It felt weird and pulled in the muscles of your cheeks. The pulling reminded you painfully of how long it had been since you had smiled. He smiled at you, looking at you like a hunter looking at his prey while his eyes sparkled. "I'm Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester."

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

CHAPTER TWELVE - THE CRADLE

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Length: 1,625ish

Summary: After Clint and Bailey return to the Avengers Tower with the cradle, Bruce and Tony work to open it.

I woke up in the glass room in Bruces’ lab. There were wires on my chest and a pulse ox on my right index finger. I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of the table. The cradle was in the main portion of the the lab. Clint and Bruce were in there. I hopped off the table, pulled the cords and pulse ox off, and walked out of the room. I stayed quiet and close to the door as Tony entered the lab from the other side.

“Anything on Nat?” Bruce asked.

“Haven’t heard,” Tony replied. “But she’s alive, or Ultron would be rubbing our faces in it.”

“He wanted me,” I mumbled, looking down at the floor. Tony, Bruce, and Clint turned around and looked at me. 

“Kid,” Tony said, clearly relieved, “You’re awake.”

“Yes,” I walked down the few stairs to get to the main lab. “What happened?”

“You passed out on the quinjet,” Clint answered. “I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were still breathing and all your vitals were stable. So when we landed, we hooked you up to the monitors just in case.”

“Do you remember anything?” Tony wondered.

“The pain in my head came back and I started…” I trailed off. I saw what the Maximoff girl had shown Nat. But the rest of them couldn’t know that I was seeing things just yet. “I think I was just exhausted. It being my first mission and all…” Tony looked at me with a disapproving look. He knew I was hiding something. I shook my head. “But let’s not worry about me.” I walked over to the cradle and leaned into it. “Opening this cradle and finding Nat should be priority right now.”

“It’s sealed tight,” Clint informed me.

“We’re going to need to access the program, break it down from within.” Bruce stated.

Tony turned to Clint. “Any chance that Natasha might leave you a message outside the Internet? Old-school spy stuff?”

“There’s some nets I can cast,” Clint answered. 

“Yeah, alright,” Tony whispered. You could see his worry and blame in his eyes. He was blaming himself for everything. Which he had reason to, Ultron was all his doing. Whether it was with good intentions or not. 

“I’ll find her.” Clint said, heading towards the stairs. 

“I can work on tissue degeneration,” Bruce began. “If you can fry whatever operational system Cho implanted.”

Tony nervously scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, about that.” 

Bruce quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at Tony. I took a few steps towards Tony and folded my arms over my chest. Tony made his guilty but he doesn’t care face. Bruce and I glanced at each other, then looked back at Tony. We knew where he was going with this. He wanted to finished what Ultron had started.

“No!” Bruce shouted.

“Absolutely not!” I yelled at the same time.

Tony started walking towards Bruce. “You have to trust me.”

“Kinda don’t.” Bruce said, backing away from Tony.

“Our ally,” Tony started, “The guy protecting the military’s nuclear codes? I found him.” Tony pulls out his phone and brings up JARVIS’s consciousness.

“Hello, Dr. Banner,” the consciousness greeted, “Miss Stark.”

“JARVIS?” I gasped.

“Ultron didn’t go after JARVIS cause he was angry,” Tony started up again. “He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do. So JARVIS went underground. Okay? Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn’t even know he was in there, until I pieced him together.”

“So, you want me to help you put JARVIS into this thing?” Bruce asked. 

“No,” I jumped in, moving to the head of the cradle. Tony’s not that hard to understand, he was going to turn this around on Bruce. “That’s not what he wants. He wants—“ 

“I want to help you put JARVIS. in this thing,” Tony cut me off. “We’re out of my field here. You know bio-organics better than anyone.”

“And you just assume that JARVIS’ operational matrix can beat Ultron’s?” I questioned. 

“JARVIS has been beating him from inside without knowing it,” Tony commented, he began to walk around the cradle to Bruce. “This is the opportunity, we can create Ultron’s perfect self, without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to.”

“I believe it’s worth a go,” JARVIS chimed in.

“No, I’m in a loop!” Bruce was started to freak out just a bit. “I’m caught in a time loop. This is exactly where it all went wrong.”

“I know, I know.” Tony said. “I know what everyone’s going to say, but they’re already saying it. We’re mad scientists.” Tony put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “We’re monsters, buddy. You gotta own it. Make a stand.” 

I watched as Bruce shook his head. He knew that Tony had some very valid points. But also knew that if it didn’t go as planned, our situation would get worse. Sometimes I really wish my family was normal. But I’m not normal, so that was never going to be an option.

“It’s not a loop,” Tony tried to convince. “It’s the end of the line.”

Bruce took a deep breath. “Okay,” Bruce quietly agreed.

Tony then turned to me. “Okay kid. This may be your only chance to get to do something like this, you in or out?”

I shrugged my shoulders sarcastically. “Do I really have a choice?” I smiled.

Tony smiled back and the three of us quickly got to work. We tried different equations, matrix set ups, anything and everything we could think of. We moved wires, hoses, I even tried breaking the cradle at one point. But it didn’t work. We were so close most of the time too.

“This framework is not compatible,” Tony noted as he hastily typed away at a computer.

“The genetic coding tower’s at 97%,” Bruce said.

“We’ve got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes,” I stated.

I heard loud footsteps and quickly looked up from the cradle. Steve had just walked in with the Maximoff twins behind him. I made eye contact with the Maximoff girl and slowly stepped back. I was stopped by the wall. I wasn’t exactly scared, but I was nervous. They knew much more about my HYDRA days than I even remembered. I glanced up at Tony, he saw my reaction and was worried. But obviously not worried enough to deal with it right away.

“I’m only gonna say this once,” Steve boomed as he marched in. 

“How about none-ce?” Tony retorted. 

“Shut it down!” Steve demanded.

“Nope,” Tony argued, “Not gonna happen.” He continued to work.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Steve said.

“And you do?” Bruce asked angrily. “She’s not in you head?” He pointed to the Maximoff girl.

“I know you’re angry,” she said, stepping out from behind Steve.

“Oh, we’re way past that.” Bruce said. “I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

“Banner, after everything that’s happened—“ Steve started.

“It’s nothing compared to what’s coming!” Tony interrupted.

“You don’t know what’s in there!” The girl shouted.

“This isn’t a game!” Steve said.

“The creature—“ The girl started.

She didn’t get to finish though because her brother used his super speed to destroy some of the lab equipment. 

He grabbed me on the way and took me to where he had been originally standing. I looked around. Tony was angry, Bruce and Steve were confused. I was so confused! Why did he grab me? What’s up with people grabbing me?

“Let go of me,” I demanded.

“No, no,” He said, ignoring me. “Go on. You were saying?”

Then a shot came up through the glass floor. I looked down to see that Clint had shot it. The Maximoff boy and I fell to the next floor. Clint stepped on the boy’s leg, holding him in place.

“Pietro!” The girl yelled.

“Bailey!” Tony yelled too.

“What?” Clint said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. “You didn’t see that coming?” 

The computers and cradle started beeping. The power loss was ruining everything we had worked on. 

“I’m rerouting the upload,” I heard Tony say.

Then a bang. It sounded like Steve’s shield hitting the equipment. He threw it to stop Tony. I then heard a gauntlet power up and a blast go off. I jumped up and grabbed onto the floor above and pulled myself up as Steve got knocked down by the gauntlet’s blast. I looked over at Tony to see his suit starting to form onto him. I turned around when I heard movement behind me. Bruce was behind the Maximoff girl, holding her in a choke hold. Her eyes began to glow red.

“Go ahead,” Bruce whispered to her. “Piss me off.”

Clint came running up the stairs, cocking his gun. Steve quickly jumped up and started heading for Tony. Tony started heading for him as well. I jumped in between Steve and Tony. Steve noticed too late and punched me in the gut. I flew back, taking Tony with me, as Tony blasted Steve. Making Steve fly back in the opposite direction. Tony and I flew through the glass wall. I sat up, coughing. His punch had caused me to lose my breath. I heard another giant crash and looked up to see Thor sliding into the lab. Now he decides to show up? Where has he been for the last 24 hours? We all watched as Thor jumped onto the cradle, lifted up his hammer, and began to summon lightning. 

“Wait!” Bruce yelled.

This wasn’t going to turn out well. 

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[dreamalittleme]

uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , RONAN NIALL LYNCH. a long way from The Raven Cycle, huh ? hm … a twenty year old farmer who looks like AUBREY JOSEPH — could be worse. i heard you were at LOCKBOX when we un - glitched , & you ( swore under your breath]. still the abrasive & secretive type , that’s why [leather bracelets, shaved head, and a raven perched on your shoulder]’s totally your vibe. the memory of LIVING AT THE FARM WITH OPAL is hazy , but maybe the ( translator box ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + human , cismale [ he/him ] , homosexual. uploaded by MEGAN ( 24 , she/her, CST].

TW: death, night terrors, murder, alcohol, drugs (Spoilers for The Raven Cycle under the cut)

Ronan's smile was sharp and hooked as one of the creature's claws. "'A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer's hand'."

BIOGRAPHY

According to Niall Lynch, Ronan had been special from the day he had been born. He claimed as often as he could that the day Ronan was born the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood. It hadn’t been until he was older that he understood why his father waxed poetry about the middle son instead of Declan or Matthew. It was because Ronan was just like him-- a dreamer. Ronan and Niall both had a special power; they had the ability to pull anything from a dream. Niall specifically had used that power to build a wealth for their family, guaranteeing that his sons would never go wanting. Niall sold those dream artifacts to collectors but he had made a mistake. He had invented a story about the Greywaren, a magic object that was supposed to pull things from the users dreams. Niall Lynch was killed in pursuit of the Greywaren.

Ronan was the one who had found his father, brutally murdered in the driveway. He would never be the same, something that only seemed more apparent when Niall’s will forbid any of his sons from visiting their home, the Barns, and everything in it (including their mother.) Ronan moved in with his best friend Gansey and was forever changed.

Ronan didn’t sleep much, but when he did his dreams came in dark waves. Even the best of them, the ones filled with light and joy, wound up ending in darkness. Never quite in control of his powers, Ronan would occasionally bring something back from his dream-- but it wasn’t always what he wanted. One night Ronan brought back a night terror and much like in his dreams, it attacked him. If Noah hadn’t come in when he did, Ronan would have died-- most people thought it was an attempt Ronan made on his own. He didn’t correct them, though he wondered if it would make any difference.

Ronan coped in many ways, most notably by drinking and going out street-racing in Niall’s old BMW-- a relic he had stolen from the Barns to spite his older brother, Declan. He skipped school and hunted down Glendower, making a surprising amount of friends along the way. In all honesty, he spent most of his days (and nights) just avoiding any rational thoughts. He made it impossible think about anything but the present, his mind as hellish and fast as the car he drove.

It wasn’t until much later, after Adam had made a promise to the magical forest (that he helped create) that Ronan came clean to his friends, telling them of one of the few secrets he held. Ronan hated lying more than anything, but he had made a promise to his father a long time ago that he would never tell anybody what he was capable of. It felt good to come clean, though he wasn’t sure even then they entirely understood what it meant. Hell, he wasn’t sure he understood. That summer had been more crazy than others. Ronan learned how to better control his powers (thanks to a deranged dreamer, Kavinsky, and his green pills), found the man who killed his father, and nearly watched his younger brother explode. He came to realize a few things that summer, one of which was this; if Ronan ever died, his brother Matthew would cease to exist. He would slip into a coma much like their mother had because much like Aurora Lynch, Matthew had been pulled from a dream. Ronan’s dream.

It was in the fall that Ronan’s ambitions became clear. He continued to skip school as much as he could get away with, spending most of his time at the Barns (courtesy of a loophole in his father’s will) in hopes of creating a cure for the sleepers, as he called them. He hoped to find a way for them to be able to live on even when the dreamer died. But the search for Glendower wasn’t over and things were going horribly wrong. Someone had freed a demon and that demon was unmaking everything he had built, starting with Cabeswater. He started to dream of black boo, oozing through the world he had built. It was a race to find Glendower, to get the favor promised by legends before the demon could unmake him as well. Before it could destroy everything he loved.

They found Glendower, but it didn’t make a difference. He was dead and there was no favor. They needed a miracle-- No. They needed something worse. They needed death. A purposeful death, one to happen on the ley line, and they needed it right then. Slipping between consciousness, Ronan wasn’t able to watch it happen. What he knew was what he had been told later, which was blue flowers spilling from the car, raining blood, and a kiss. And then Gansey was dead. He woke to find his best friend laying in the middle of the road dead and in a moment of pure rage and another indescribable emotion, Ronan let the others see him for what he truly was. A sad, weak boy.

It was Adam’s idea that saved Gansey, but Ronan’s execution-- the two seemed to work together like that a lot it seemed- but what mattered was that it worked, more or less. And with everything right in the world, Ronan went to the one place he could call home. He went back to the Barns.

CLOUD MEMORIES

Ronan’s memories in the cloud are much different than his true life. He never knew his parents and as far as he was concerned, that was fine. He grew up in the foster system, passing from family to family, all who decided they couldn’t handle him. It was hard to deal with a kid filled with so much indescribable rage, especially when he kept manifesting items that shouldn’t exist. Many foster homes chalked him up as a thief and sent him on his way-- one even claimed him to be demonic. But after switching families so often he finally found one that decided he was worth keeping. It was there he met Orpheus, his brother in everything but name and blood. He liked it there and though it was never easy to be happy when you were haunted by nightmares that didn’t always stay in your dreams, he found himself content with the people he called a family. He had friends, too. He remembered meeting Adrien Agreste when he was a kid and they hit it off quickly, making him fast friends with Peter Parker as well. But Ronan was still a hot headed kid and despite the supportive family by his side, he fell into surprisingly similar habits. When his foster parent learned about his powers he was sent to Xavier’s, under the assumption that he was a meta-human. Though he wasn’t, he still learned how to better hone the magic and when bad things escaped from his dreams he had help fighting them off. Now graduated (scraping by the skin of his teeth, thanks to his tutor Adam) Ronan works on a farm with goals to have his own. He still goes to Xavier’s from time to time to mentor the students there. Though his teaching methods are unorthodox, he’s surprisingly good with children.

NOW

Ronan doesn’t really remember. Not yet at least. He gets flashes of memories, of cloven hoofed little girls and trees that speak latin, but he hasn’t quite been able to put together a reason for them. Those memories have started to sneak into his dreams and he wonders if that’s all it is, another dream come to life, but he hasn’t taken much time to think about it. Maybe he’ll stop by the pawn shop, they say they have an item waiting for him that could clear things up. He’ll have to decide whether he trusts them or not first.

[starlightnovas]

Part 1: Fallen Titan

Part of me was beginning to wish that I had accepted Elliott’s offer to tag along. But It was a very small part of me. I didn't want him seeing who I was in my past if I actually found anything here.

I didn't expect this old IMC facility to still have anything active in it. Apparently, there were still a few active Spectres skulking around. They were somewhat slow, but still fairly effective. Elliott would’ve had all of them off me within moments, running after his decoys. But instead, they were searching for me.

They had all activated almost the moment the facility's ancient door had rumbled to a close behind me. Dozens of them tried to grab me, all I had to do was phase past them, but I still had no way out.

Now, I was hiding in the dark abandoned halls of this place. Vegetation had grown over most of the walls. The lights were either broken or had long since lost power. Pools of water pocketed the ground. I was careful to avoid these, as not to make any noise.

I heard the whirl of a Spectre up ahead. I quickly dove into a nearby room. I peeked out just in time to see the Spectre turn the corner. The red light of it's face illuminated the hall in the ominous color.

I pulled myself back into the room and sat still, watching the light outside.

After a few moments, the light vanished. I looked out again and watched the Spectre continue on.

I had a wingman at my waist, but damn was that gun loud. I would only fire as a last resort. If I shot, all the Spectres would know where I was.

I left the room, keeping a quick yet quiet pace. I had quickly realized that pretty much every computer in this place had been destroyed or lost power a long time ago. There goes my chance of finding out anything else about my past. At this point, my only goal was to find an exit.

I wandered for roughly another ten minutes before I heard the Spectres again. Panic rose in my chest as I looked around. None of the rooms were open, and the lack of power made them impossible to open.

Two Spectres rounded the corner. They looked at me, and there was a moment's pause where we just stared at each other. Then they both made a sound like a loud mechanical thrum. They raised their flatlines towards me.

I phased immediately, spinning around to run. I entered the void, the Spectres were starting to follow me.

I counted in my head as I ran: one… two… three… four.

I appeared back from the void.

*Duck now*

I dropped to the ground as a burst of bullets flew over my head.

“Oh screw it.”

 I turned and raised my wingman. I fired two shots. One struck a Spectre’s shoulder, the second hitting its face. It collapsed as the lights on its body went out.

I aimed towards the next Spectre, but then three more appeared around another corner. I phased away just as they fired. I had to run.

I took turn after turn, desperate to get away. I phased every chance I got, barely avoiding a hail of bullets each time.

I then came to a dead end. A massive door was sealed tight. I was about to turn around when I noticed that the screen next to the door was on.

The mechanical roars of the Spectres encouraged me to get the door open fast. I frantically swiped the screen. It read “unlock”. The door hissed, then slowly slid open. As soon as there was enough space for me, I squeezed in. I went to the screen on the other side and swiped it to “lock”.

The door froze momentarily, then started to shut. I saw the Spectres on the other side of the door. They attempted to get through, but they were too large. They tried reaching for me, only succeeding in getting their arms crushed. Then silence fell over me. I allowed myself to sit down and catch my breath. I checked the device on my wrist:

Portal 57%

Well, I wasn't using that to escape.

*You're not alone*

My hand shot to my wingman as I spun around. My eyes slowly scanned the room. Then I spotted what the voices must’ve been talking about.

A titan was in the center of the room, hanging from cables on the ceiling. It looked damaged.

My head tilted a little from curiosity. I’d never seen a titan in person before, or at least not since I had escaped that lab. This one was a somewhat skinny titan and had a sword slung over its back. What was it called? A Ronin?

The console in front of the titan was lit up. I moved to the screens and read the flood of information.

Ronin class titan: XO-2623, deactivated until further notice. Order issued 2,420 days ago.

All the files on this computer were related to the titan. I clicked on the first file. The titan had been deactivated for faulty programming, having prioritized “Protocol 3” over “Protocol 2”. I wasn't familiar with titan programming, so I had no idea what that meant.

I read on, the titan had tried to get to its pilot when it discovered they were in pain. Dozens died stopping it. The pilot was Senior Science Pilot--

I blinked a few times, checking to see if I had read that right.

Renee Blasey.

But… that was me. I mean, I knew that I had been a pilot in my previous life, but I hadn't actually ever stopped to consider that I might’ve had a titan out there somewhere.

*You left him*

I couldn't tell if that was the void or me thinking.

“Don't worry, I'll get you powered back up.” I told the titan chassis, “Just give me a minute to figure out how.”

I didn't know much about titans, but I do remember their batteries. Massive and powerful. There had to be one somewhere in here.

Sure enough, I found three titan batteries hooked up to large devices at the other end of the room. I plugged a USB into the console to download all the files before jogging over and grabbing one of the batteries. I twisted it and it slid out of the device. 

Almost immediately, the lights in the room flickered rapidly. The batteries must be powering the room. That explains why the doors work and why the consoles are on.

I took the battery and went to the center of the room, just underneath the titan. I reached up and grabbed it's foot, hoisting myself up. I climbed slowly, struggling to hold onto the battery and climb. I reached it's side fairly quickly and slid the battery into one of the slots.

The titan twitched a little, but gave no reaction past that.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

No answer.

Maybe it needed another battery.

I hopped down and grabbed another battery. The lights flickered again, most didn't come back on, and those that did were very dim. 

I climbed back up the titan. I noticed it's serial code painted across it's face: XO-2623.

I plugged the battery in, and it twitched again, making me fall to the ground. The titan’s eye light up, bright blue light filling the room.

“Ronin Titan XO-2623, online. Power at two thirds capacity. Calibrating data core… complete.”

It shifted, then realized it was hanging from cables.

“If anyone is there, make yourself known. My movement systems are disabled. I cannot get down.”

I struggled to find my voice, I had actually turned the titan on!

“H-hello.” I said softly.

He attempted to turn to look at me, “Hello, please state your identity.”

I moved so that I was in its line of sight, “My name is Renee Blasey.”

He froze for a moment, “Pilot, it is good to see you again. Data states that I have been stationary for two thousand four hundred and twenty days; six years, seven months, and fifteen days. What happened?”

I sat down in front of him, “Wow… where to start? We have a lot of catching up to do XO.”

“Agreed.”

I sighed, “Well, I suppose that I should start with that I don't remember who you are very well.”

“Because of project wraith.”

I frowned, “You know about the experiments?”

“The purpose of the project was to discover travel to other dimensions. You were the only subject. Side effects included the loss of your memory, similar to pilot regeneration.”

“Pilot regener- nope, nevermind. That's a topic for another day, I want to know how you got here.”

“The projects became harmful to you, which violated protocol three. I came to protect you, and they disabled me. It appears they got their way.”

I paused, thinking about what to do next.

“So how do we get out of here?” I asked.

“My movement systems are still rebooting. A third battery would speed up this process.”

“There is one more, but it's the only thing powering this room.”

“That will not be an issue. Power will not be required for us to leave.”

I looked over at the console screen. All the data files had been uploaded to the USB. I took it and shoved it in my pocket. I didn't need it much, now that XO could just tell me about my past self.

I went and grabbed the last battery. We were plunged into darkness, the only light being the green glow of the battery and the blue light of XO.

I climbed up one last time, and slid the final battery into the last slot. I dropped back to the ground looking up at XO. He didn't move.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Yes, I am recalibrating my systems.” He paused, “Sword block online… arc wave online… phase dash online. Movement systems restored.”

He vanished, phasing into the void, and dropped to the ground with a thundering thud.

“You can phase?!”

XO turned towards me, “Yes Pilot.”

I noticed that he was limping a little. His right leg was damaged, as was his left arm. 

“Well, care to share how we get out of here?”

He pointed to the far wall. There was a large door I hadn't noticed before there. But it was sealed up tight.

“We need power to open that door.”

“Indeed, but not the power you're thinking of.”

He reached behind his back, drawing the massive sword. He swung the blade, it crashed against the door, denting the metal. XO swung again, the blade raking against the metal door and ripping it open. It was still too small for him to fit through though.

He noticed this and put his sword away. He took a few steps back, then charged forward, throwing his gigantic chassis against it. He rolled to his feet outside. I was quick to follow.

The fresh air hit first. I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs. I let my skin soak up the moonlight that shone through the thick foliage of the forest trees.

“Come on XO, I know where you can stay, and I have a friend who might be able to fix you up.”

I started jogging, but even limping he was faster than me. He picked me up, much to my discomfort, and placed me on top of his head.

“Why not just let me inside?” I asked.

“The pilot cockpit will not open. Repairs are required before you may embark.” He steadied himself, “Hang onto something, pilot.”

I gripped onto him tightly as he began to move at the fastest speed he could. It was extraordinarily fast, but he was damaged, and it was much faster than I could move.

Together, we went home.

I finally had the key to my past. 

All I had left to do was to unlock the door.

[roseduroi]

Moments Like This

Pairing: Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: One of the greatest life’s blessings is the love of a family. 

English isn’t my native language, I’m so sorry for the mistakes.

“How do I flip... – oh here we go.” Tom chuckled quietly to himself as he finally managed to turn on the back camera of his phone, now filming Tessa. “We’re at the park at the moment. Tessa’s watching Y/N swing on the swing; she terribly wanted to go to the park. So here we are; big brother duties are in session.”

He turned the camera towards his little sister who was swinging back and forth, the soft breeze tousling her hair, but most importantly to Tom was the smile resting on her face. She was wearing a pair of sneakers and dark blue jeans with a striped turtleneck and a jacket which Nikki has insisted Y/N wore otherwise the mother wouldn’t have let the girl set foot outside the house without it. The weather was quite chilly and the sun has already come down; Nikki was just looking out for her daughter. While Y/N loved the park, Tom was making Instagram stories and just enjoying the quiet moment.

“I’m on a date,” Tom said, now looking at the front camera and placing a few kisses on Tessa’s head, hugging her as the dog was sitting next to him on the bench, his hand massaging the pitbull’s chest. “With this princess –“ he kissed her some more. “And it’s raining. My head’s super curly, but we’re in love.” He added, showering Tessa with love and soft kisses on her head as he looked at the screen of his phone. He loved that dog endlessly.

He stopped the video, re-watching it before uploading it on his story; he looked down at Tessa which was staring at something ahead of her. She jumped off the bench; growling lowly and making Tom look down at her with confusion. She had never acted this way ever before; she has never been this aggressive. Tessa was always calm and gentle, as Tom always described her: she was the sweetest, most angelic thing a person could ever meet. Sure, she barked at the strangers who passed her territory, but it was understandable, she was only protecting her home with the Hollands, her family.

Tom looked ahead of them and immediately frowned, a swear word almost escaped his lips. “The hell...” He whispered under his breath, slipping his phone back into the pocket.  

Y/N wasn’t swinging anymore; she was standing a little bit further away from the wooden swing, closer to him, but cowering away from the strange man who was towering towards her. He was tall but lean, his eyebrows thick – no space between them, the nose pointed like a needle, lips – two thin lines curled into a wicked smile. The man’s clothes were dirty and creased, but he was taking confident big steps towards Y/N, reaching out for her and making the little girl back away from the strange man.

Tom stood up almost immediately when the man roughly grabbed Y/N’s wrist, frowning as Tessa bared her teeth at the sight, snarling, and her posture rigid, almost as if she was ready to attack. The brunette clenched his fists, digging his nails into the palms as his knuckles turned white. Tom’s eyes were hard, never leaving his little sister’s petite frame, watching her as he headed to their direction, getting angrier and angrier with every passing second. Tessa followed him near. Y/N was struggling to get out of the stranger’s iron grip, whimpering softly as tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. The fear behind her gaze made her bottom lip tremble and she tried to pry off the stranger’s hand again.

“T-Tommy..." Y/N whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t know if Tom had heard her, she didn’t know if she heard herself; if she had really found her voice to call out for Tommy. Nikki had always taught her to call for help if anything like this ever happened, if anything bad happened at all. In fact, all of the family did. Perhaps this was why her first instinct was to call out for Tom.

The girl’s heart skipped a beat, the man let go of her wrist and she was gently pushed behind. “I suggest you not to touch her.” Tom clenched his jaw, his voice cold and holding authority. He glared at the man, standing protectively in front of Y/N as one of his hands was outstretched, making her stay behind him. The man immediately stepped back, the confidence fading away as quickly as he was going backward. He glanced down at the growling pitbull, her ears perked up, chest thrown out and posture tense. The man swallowed a lump in his throat, dreading the consequences.

Tom glared holes into his skull. “S-sorry, man, she just seemed lost. Wannaed help the girl out, ya know?” The man tried to play it off, offering a small smirk to the young male but licked his lips anxiously. He looked him up and down, observing the black zip-up hoodie and matching black sweats and sneakers that Tom wore, however, the man couldn’t get rid of the cold glare that pierced right through his soul. The stranger looked around the environment to make sure no one else was around. A coward.

“Help the girl out, huh?” Tom mimicked him, gritting his teeth. “You do not touch a girl against her will, especially if that girl is my little sister.” He growled, stepping closer to the man, making the stranger’s hands sweat. “You do not just approach someone you don’t know and force them to go with you.”

The man nodded quickly. “Of course man, yes, my mistake. I’ll... I better go now seeing she’s all taken care of, yeah? Just wannaed help the girl out, don’t want any problems.” The man repeated himself over and over, fearing the brunette one, who appeared to be the girl’s brother, would call the police. The young actor sighed, relief flooding through his veins as he watched the man leave. He turned back to look down at the shaking girl when the stranger was out of his sight. Y/N was looking down, playing with her fingers as a tear tickled her cheek.   

“Come ‘ere...” He murmured, kneeling down to be her height, slowly gesturing with his hands for her to come closer. She did. She fell straight into his arms, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Hot crystal droplets rolled down her cheeks one after another as the soft sobs escaped her lips and her brother rubbed small soothing circles on her back.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Tom soothed her, holding her close to his chest as her small frame shook with quiet sobs. He shifted his gaze towards Tessa which was gently nuzzling her snout against Y/N’s thigh and whining softly.

“Tommy...” She sniffed and the guy’s heart broke. He always remembered her happy – smiling and laughing; the times they both had those ‘big bro lil sis’ moments and that one time he taught her how to be spider-man, er... spider-girl, or at least partially. He had shown her how to do the landing pose and shoot webs. It was always those big eyes filling with happiness that made his heart swell. But seeing her cry...  It was heartbreaking.

“It’s alright, I’m here. ‘m not gonna let anyone hurt you. I promise.” He stroked Y/N’s hair and felt her head turn to the side. She gently brushed Tessa’s short hair and scratched her behind the ear; a tiny smile appeared on her face when Tess licked her fingers.

The young actor stepped back a little, now holding Y/N at arm’s length, but she didn’t meet his gaze, keeping it down like she was afraid to meet his. “Did he hurt you?” He asked her, his voice steady. He gently took her chin in between his thumb and pointing finger, making her look at her through the wet lashes as he silently observed her face.

Y/N shook her head but showed him her wrist which was slightly red. “He just grabbed me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Tom frowned a little when she winched as he took her hand in his, but he gently rubbed the sore spot, soothing her.

“What happened, munchkin?” He asked her, still holding her hand.

“I don’t know.” Her eyes watered. “He just came here. He told me to come with him, said he could show me a good time, but I refused so he grabbed me.” She explained as a few tears managed to escape her eyes. The parents strictly forbade her to go anywhere with strangers, let alone talk to them.  

“I didn’t even know what he meant by it.” She told him sincerely, her eyes sparkling innocence. Tom clenched his jaw, glaring at the distant... He did. He knew what the man meant, clearly, there was nothing to be confused about, and while a part of him was glad that she didn’t understand, the other one was pissed.

It was the exact reason why wandering around the streets of London was dangerous. It was already dangerous during the day, how many people got robbed during that time? How many people became victims because they have been wandering alone, or have been ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’? That’s why their mum didn’t want Y/N to go alone, why Tom had to tag along with her, why she still didn’t let Paddy go out without somebody by his side. It was understandable, as scary as it may sound; mankind was the most dangerous of all. Tom couldn’t bring himself to imagine what could have happened if he weren’t there. What if he weren’t there?

Y/N sniffed, using the sleeve to wipe away her tear-stained cheeks. “Can we go home?” She asked, clutching at him like a koala. Meanwhile, Tessa was carefully watching over them, with her eyes following their every move. She nuzzled her nose against the little girl’s knee, in a comforting manner and whined softly as the girl slowly with a shaking hand stroked Tessa’s head and ears before she turned all her attention back to her big brother.

“I wanna go home.” She looked at him with teary eyes and Tom nodded, understanding. He stood up but never let go of the girl’s hand as she tightly gripped his.

The young actor looked around for the last time. He hooked a leash up to Tessa’s collar, patting her as well. “Let’s go home then.”

The walk home wasn’t very long; the park was quite near, but the view... It was enchanting, beautiful... simple. The trees swayed every time the wind blew, leaves danced and the fallen ones rustled. The sun, which was already asleep, has painted the sky with different colors. They’ve walked to the door, Tom unlocked it, letting the girl in first, before coming in himself and informing the family they were already home.

“Mum! Dad! We’re home!” Tom shouted as he closed the front door of the house. He unhooked Tessa, throwing the leash somewhere on the hall stand, and took off Y/N’s jacket, hanging it. When he turned back, the girl’s arms were stretched out towards him, signaling him that she wanted him to hold her.

“Already?” He could hear his mother’s voice coming from the kitchen and her quick steps heading towards them. “Why so early-“ Nikki stopped talking in the middle of the sentence when she saw her little girl in her oldest son’s arms, hiding her face away from the world.

“What happened?” She asked, rushing towards them, her eyes filling with worry, eyebrows knitting together. She gently placed her hand on the small of Y/N’s back, but immediately retracted it as the girl flinched away from her touch and clenched Tom’s hoodie in her hands, trying to hide. “Sweetpea?”

Y/N’s ears perked up at the sound of her mother’s soft voice calling her and she lifted her head a little to look over her shoulder. The girl’s eyes met Nikki’s gentle ones which were staring right at her, concerned. And that’s when she realized how much she missed and wanted her mum to hold her. The girl didn’t have many friends, she was just too shy to make a conversation or talk somebody up. She was still young, of course, still a child to be honest, but a closed person when it came to meet new people. But she acted differently with her family around; it was as if they made her come out of her shell, and her mother was her biggest fan, her biggest supporter and a friend. Y/N looked up to her – her mum was her safe haven.

The girl looked up at the woman with teary eyes and reached out to her. “Mummy,” the little girl whimpered. She wrapped her arms around Nikki’s neck, letting go of Tom, and her legs around the woman’s waist, burying her face into her chest.

“What is going on here?” Dominic’s voice boomed across the room. A frown appeared on his face when he saw his daughter’s tear-stained cheeks, a worried look on his wife’s face and a guilty one on Tom’s.

“I-I don’t know...” Nikki stuttered, puzzled as she tightened her grip on Y/N.

Dominic shifted his gaze to his youngest child, who clung to her mother like a baby koala while Nikki gently ran her fingers across the girl’s back. He studied his daughter’s looks, her teary eyes, and trembling bottom lip. She gripped her mother’s t-shirt, her sleeves raised a little bit, revealing her wrists. That’s when he spotted a forming blurry bruise on one of them. It was pink and slightly red, nothing big but it was enough to make Dom’s eyebrows knit together and his gaze hardened as he immediately glanced at Tom, his glare demanded answers.

“A stranger approached her.” The young actor didn’t dare to look up at his father and his words came out weak.

“What do you mean someone approached her?” Dominic boomed.

“A stranger-” Tom stopped. “A man grabbed her and...”

“You weren’t with her?!” Tom winced at Dominic’s strict voice, guilt creeping up on him. If he wasn’t beating himself about the incident in the park that much back then, he sure was now. It was his fault after all if he only had stayed close to her the whole time they were in the park, hadn’t been on his phone but watched her; Y/N wouldn’t have a bruised wrist and those hot tears streaming down her rosy cheeks now. Nikki’s heart wouldn’t have skipped a beat as she thought about it; a shiver wouldn’t have been running down her spine at the thought of what could have happened to her little girl if Tom didn’t notice.

“I-I...” He stuttered. “I was near her, I swear, I was sitting on the bench. I... I just didn’t notice the man creeping up on her at first.” Guilt was written all over his face. “Only when Tessa started growling...” he trailed off.

“Do you even imagine what could’ve happened if you didn’t notice if Tessa wasn’t there to announce you?!” The father glared at his son, completely forgetting that his wife and the youngest child were standing right next to him, the little girl whimpering at the loud noises, trying to hide away the soft sobs. “What the man could’ve done to YN if you didn’t notice!”

“Dom...” Nikki stopped his rant as she saw their oldest son drowning in guilt and regret, blaming himself. The woman looked at her husband as her quiet and soft voice reached his ears and his facial expression immediately softened.

Dominic has never been this angry or aggressive towards his family, towards anyone, at that. He was always patient and tolerant, never raised his voice but tried to listen. Of course, there were always the first times, and special occasions. It’s when it came to family, his children. It was the moment the man let the emotions control his actions, for them to take over and forget the common sense. Now Dom was angry and frustrated but scared as well. His feelings strengthened. He wasn’t mad at Tom, no, not really. Annoyed by his kind of irresponsible act – yes, but not furious. People do make mistakes and there are painful consequences, but all of it is a part of the journey, the path they take that leads to something better. And as long as they feel responsible for their actions, it was alright.

Dominic was protective, especially of his youngest. When he heard that someone hurt his little girl, dared to lay their hands on her, and saw those bright eyes filled with salty droplets and a bruised wrist, he just lost it. The thoughts of what the man could have done to her hit him like a truck. The worst was that he could have done nothing to prevent it from happening. This was what was driving him mad the most. He was a father; a father of five children. The love and concern he felt towards them were endless. The protectiveness only came along.

Nikki slightly widened her eyes as she felt Y/N slipping out of her grasp. Soon all they eyes went wide as the girl stood up in front of Tom, taking his hand in hers, brushing away the tears with another.

“Daddy, stop,” she looked at her dad, surprising him with those big innocent eyes staring at him. “Tommy’s not guilty.” She stated softly. “I am. I shouldn’t have wandered too far away from his sight. I’m sorry; just don’t be mean to Tommy.” Her bottom lip quivered and Tom squeezed her hand.

Nikki looked at her children, love sparking in her brown orbs, shining like stars at the chilly nights. Her heart fluttered and eyes glistened with a thin layer of tears of how happy and proud she was feeling at the moment. The way Y/N stuck up for her brother made her heart melt. It was the cue that she knew they’ve raised them right. Always stand up for others. It was an unspoken rule their family always followed; the right decision to do. And also it was the cue that Nikki needed to step in.

“Dom,” Nikki caught his attention and placed her warm hand on his bicep, stroking it gently to calm him down. “It’s okay.” She gave him a small smile before shifted her gaze above Y/N and Tom’s heads when she saw her two other sons coming downstairs. The twins must have heard them and wanted to check if everything was alright.

“What’s with the loud noise?” Sam asked, digging his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He looked over his parents and then at Tom and Y/N who moved aside so they weren’t blocking the access for them.

Harry frowned when he saw Y/N’s puffy red eyes, shooting a confused look at Tom. “What happened?” But before the brunette could answer, Nikki interrupted, moving towards and in between her children. She smiled softly at Y/N who was looking down at Tessa; the poor dog was here the whole time, listening to the loud noises, and then the mother shot a stern glance at the three boys, making them all freeze.

“What about you all go upstairs, I’m sure Harry wants to show that brand new game he got earlier today,” Nikki told them and they nodded, unsure. The truth was the mother didn’t want to explain the same story to the twins once more, not when the wound was still fresh. Maybe later, when Y/N wasn’t near or awake, where she couldn’t hear, the girl didn’t need to relive it twice, what happened was already enough. All she needed was to feel safe again and Nikki had to talk to their father in person.

“Of course, mum.” Tom nodded and rubbed his fingers over Y/N’s knuckles, nudging her to go upstairs. She shyly looked up at her brother and they all headed upstairs to the twins’ bedroom, leaving Nikki and Dom alone.  

Tom opened the door, letting Y/N go in first, Harry and Sam following after as Tom shut the door. The computer was turned on, the logo of the game they have been playing before still playing as well as the quiet music while the game consoles were placed on the bed. Y/N stopped walking; making Tom bump into her back and look at her confused who only shyly rubbed her elbow in respond. The brother placed both of his hands on his sister’s shoulders, massaging her gently in an attempt to make her less tense. While Sam clapped Tom on his shoulder, Harry plopped down on the bed, his twin following, taking the consoles in his lap.

“Do you want to play?” Harry asked, peeking up at Tom and Y/N from behind his twin, offering one of the consoles. The oldest brother gently nudged his sister forward, seeing her shyly stood there without any movements. She stumbled a little before falling straight onto the bed, right behind her brothers. She pulled the soft blanket around her shoulders which was once on the edge of the bed and curled up into a small ball, facing the boys.

The young girl shook her head, making Harry pout. It was very rare when she refused to play, but when she did; it only meant she was very upset. Although she wasn’t the best player, she loved playing any kind of video games her brothers owned. It was sort of their thing, one of them. Even though she did have a feeling they were going easy on her and let her win from time to time, it didn’t really steal the fun out of it. After all, she did have the best brothers in the world.

“Oh, I think I know what she wants,” Harry said and glanced at Sam and Tom, who chuckled a little as if reading his mind. The twin looked at Y/N’s confused face and slowly showed her his hands, wiggling his fingers. “A tickle monster!” He beamed, attacking her belly with his slim fingers.

She burst out laughing, trying to escape his tickling. Y/N wiggled around as the room filled with her laughter. “Haha, no!” She shrieked, her small hands trying to pry off his. “Hazy,” She used her nickname for Harry. “Stop-p!”

“Only if you smile!” The girl vigorously nodded her head, giggles still escaping her lips while her eyes were closed. Harry suddenly stopped, leaving Y/N panting and trying to catch her breath. “Well?” The little girl opened her orbs and smiled softly at her big brother.

“Okay guys, scoot over.” The oldest sibling grinned, interrupting.

Later that night when Y/N fell asleep Tom explained what happened at the park, found out that Paddy was staying the night at friend’s, and learned that his sister was a heavy sleeper who snored in her sleep. The girl was worn out.

When Nikki found out she was expecting a girl, it felt like a miracle. The mother of four was more than happy. She’d always wanted a daughter, a little girl to whom she could braid hair for, have a spa day or go on a shopping spree and look through old photos together. But as much as the mother was excited, she was just as scared. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of nervousness and fear creeping in.  At the family’s dinner when Nikki had finally found the courage to tell them about the new family member, she was a little nervous about her husband’s, Dominic’s, reaction, nevertheless, they were already raising four boys. But he took the news very well, he, as well as the boys, were beyond happy and excited.

“It’s okay. I can take her to bed.” Tom said, scooping the sleeping girl up, her cheek pressed to his chest, her eyes shut. He looked up at his parents that now were in the twins’ bedroom as well, Dominic grabbed Tom’s arm as he was about to leave the room. The father looked guilty but you couldn’t miss the sparkle of pride in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, son.” The man apologized. “The way I talked to you earlier...”

“I get it, dad, really I do.” Tom gave him a small smile. “We will talk in the morning, okay? I have to take her to bed.” He said and Dom nodded his head, letting go of Tom’s arm.

The young man kissed his mother on the cheek, exchanging ‘goodnights’ with everyone else and he headed to Y/N’s room. He shut the door behind him, shushing the sleeping girl who stirred in her sleep. He placed her on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin, tucking her in. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and turned to leave, but before he could, he felt someone weakly grip the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t leave me...” Y/N whispered as he faced her, he could feel her panicking. “I don’t want to be alone.” She quickly added. “Please,”

It was a long time when she was afraid of sleeping alone. The monsters under the bed and in the closet always kept her awake at nights. The nightmares were horrible and the fear - exhausting. Her room had always become unrecognizable and spooky due to the darkness surrounding it all. That’s why she slept almost every night in her parents’ bedroom when she was younger. Only later when she became older and braver she summoned up the courage to sleep on her own, but no matter how brave she could get, there were still remained tiny pieces of fear lying down deep in her heart from time to time making her tremble with fear. And today that fear was triggered by the man in the park.

His brown eyes met her frightened ones and he felt himself nodding. “I won’t leave, I promise. I’m just gonna take a quick shower, okay? Gonna be right back.” The young actor explained, his thumb circling the soft skin of her hand that had gripped his shirt. She nodded slowly but didn’t let go of his hand.

“Can you get Toothless?” Y/N asked him nicely, looking around for her cuddling toy. It was a black stuffed dragon from her favorite animated movie “How to Train your Dragon”. She loved the trilogy, the whole family did. The animation was enchanting, the friendship between Hiccup and his best friend Toothless were what made it so special, what made it so reliable and compelling. And well... she liked Hiccup and Astrid together. In other words, she shipped them.

“Here he is.” Tom smiled, reaching out for the toy which was just above her head. Y/N thanked and cuddled the dragon close to her heart. “Do you want me to get Tessa as well?” He asked her, straightening.

“Can you?” Her eyes widened slightly and eyebrows rose up a little.

“Of course,” His British accent clear in the short sentence, he opened the door and called out for the blue pitbull. The dog came in running, happily jumping on the bed, onto her lap. “I’ll be right back.” He shut the door, leaving Tessa and Y/N.

When he came back Y/N’s eyes were closed, she was lying on her side, tightly hugging Toothless while Tess was curled up in a ball right beside her, both peacefully sleeping. At least that’s what he thought. The dog raised its head a little, cocking it to the side, with sleepy eyes observing the dark figure that had just come into the room. But when it caught the familiar facial features and well-known pajamas pants and loose white shirt which the dog recognized the gentle smell of, she realized there was no danger and went back to sleep. He rolled down the roller blinds and lay down in bed, carefully getting under the covers so that he wouldn’t wake up his sister. But little did he know she wasn’t really asleep. Her eyes fluttered open and her tired orbs were met with his curly wet locks.

“Tommy?” She whispered, looking at him in the eyes and putting her palm under her head but keeping the plush toy close to her chest with another hand.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Are you and daddy okay?” The little girl whispered and Tom hummed in response, glancing down at her.

“Of course we are. He was just really concerned about you, didn’t mean to lash out like that, believe me, he didn’t. But you have to understand that you were in danger today, the man who grabbed you, he meant harm, and he wasn’t friendly. He wanted to hurt you and dad would never forgive himself if someone happened to you. Neither would I or any of us. He had the right to be mad at me.” He explained

“We look out for each other.” She bit her lip, the words coming out more like a statement than a question.

“That we do, sis. That we do...” He whispered. “Always.”

It was what family did.

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Wedding Night ft. Eremika <3

This is one of the requests I’ve received! Something along the lines of canon-verse piece about the end of the war and Eren & Mikasa getting married, but also it’s their first time. In this one, it definitely isn’t, so I apologize. Also, sorry if the spacing is all messed up. It’s supposed to have normal spacing between paragraphs but for some reason when I upload it isn’t? idk. Enjoy x.

The Titans have been wiped out and humanity is safe once again, and all of the shifters have been cured. Many couples have left the military to get married and go back to living a simple life within the walls, and Eren and Mikasa are no different. It was a very small ceremony with the friends they've made while serving, so nothing too fancy, per the bride's request. He wore his military issued uniform and she managed to get her hands on a basic white gown and a bouquet of vivid, blood red roses. Just like in the tales as old as time, she was scooped up and carried out of the chapel to start a new chapter in their lives as man and wife. Hand in hand, the newlyweds walked down the dark castle corridor, almost completely incapable of making it to Eren's room without stopping to engage in a steamy make-out session that always stems from her sweet lips on his neck and her hands knotted in his soft, chocolate brown hair. There is no waking up at the asscrack of dawn for training anymore. There is no worry that the other one will get themselves killed the next day. They could even stay in bed all day tomorrow for all anyone in the higher ups care.

"You're killing me, baby," Eren chuckled as her mouth continued to nibble on his neck. "God, I want you so bad..."

"Then I suppose I should give you some relief..." She whispered in his ear as her fingers slipped through his hair, giggling against his neck when he finally got the door open and walked inside. But then he closed the door with his foot, knowing that they're the only ones staying in this part of the castle, and placed his hands on her bare shoulders, slowly running them up and down her arms.

"No, no," his voice was suddenly low and husky, just like it is when he wakes up in the mornings, and it makes her weak. "Ladies come first." In a fraction of a second, those porcelain cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he had spun her around to gain access to the back of her gown. "You're so beautiful..." the warmth from his lightly calloused hands slowly followed it down her body, pausing at her hips to pull her into him. "You're mine now, aren't you?" she leaned back against him and moaned softly in response as she slipped out of her heels, more than anxious to pounce. And then her gown hit the floor, leaving her exposed in just undergarments. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, fuck, yes I'm yours..." Mikasa turned and grabbed onto both sides of his opened jacket to pull him back to the bed, a hint of desperation in her voice, because she quite enjoys being submissive when they're having sex. She crawled back to lay her head on the pillows and he followed, eager to assist with the removal of his jacket when she pushed it down his arms. Then she bit her bottom lip to hide a smirk because, when he sat up to pull off his shirt, just how badly he wants her is immediately very apparent. Reaching up for the button and fly of his trousers, Mikasa hooked her fingers in his belt loops as she sat up to gently kiss the straining bulge. He used his finger under her chin to make her look at him and smiled, those charcoal blue pools reflect nothing but love and adoration.

"You want this dick, Mika?" Eren leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She pulled his trousers down to his knees and gently caressed him with her hand, trailing kisses down his toned, muscular chest. He smirked. "I'm still not convinced." But then she got on her knees and gazed up into his eyes, tucking her fingers beneath his briefs. Mikasa took her time pulling them down to his knees and kissed down his body, and she licked her lips as she took her husband's rock hard cock in her hand. She grinned, watching his eyes as her tongue licked from base to tip, the seam between the head and shaft, dragging her lips along his hot length. Eren chuckled to himself as his head fell back and occasionally pushed her hair out of her face when there was a lucid moment. "Fuck!" he groaned, because her tongue is swirling around the throbbing head of his cock and it's heavenly.

Mikasa gripped his shaft and gently twisted her hand as she moved it along the length of his rigid member. Her lips followed, allowing her eyelids to flutter shut as she slowly took him in her mouth whilst bobbing her head. Eren let out a low grunt and gathered all of her hair to one side as she let him fall out from her sweet mouth with a pop, dragging her lips along the length before allowing just the swollen head in past her lips. Based on how he occasionally lets out quiet grunts, groans, and mumblings of her name, he's definitely enjoying himself. It didn't come as a surprise to Eren when he discovered these hidden talents of hers, and the fact he is the only one who has ever had the pleasure of receiving head from her is just icing on the cake. Especially when she learned how to swallow him down her throat, which didn't take very long for her to master, either. Gently tapping his fingers on her shoulder has always been the way he indicated how close he was to finishing and, as always, she swallowed as much as she could. After he'd fallen from her mouth, Eren flipped her over on her back and smirked when their lips met for a brief kiss. "What is it? Did I not make you feel good?” He rolled his eyes at the gloating tone to her voice and buried his face in the milky chest below him as he reached behind her to unhook her bra.

"Terrible, just terrible," Eren smirked against her skin, kissing lower and lower. "In fact, we're breaking up." Two of his fingers slipped inside of her tight heat and curved up, thrusting them in and out as quickly as he could until her moans grew so loud that his cock ached. "This is what's gonna happen," Eren pulled out his fingers and rubbed them along her sensitive slit, enjoying how easily he can make her squirm. "I'm gonna eat you out until you beg for me to fuck you." She grinned and bit her lip as she watched him tug her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Crouching down on his knees, he slowly licked and kissed her inner thigh, gently rubbing his hands over her body. He took his time with the seam between her thigh and her pussy to tease her with his proximity. And suddenly, he was quickly kissing the rest of the way to her soaking slit and dove into her, only to pull away. Mikasa purred when he slipped two of his fingers inside of the burning heat dripping between her legs. He finally plopped down on his stomach and took his fingers out of her to slip his arms under her hips, then he went after her wide open sex; kissing, licking, nibbling, anything he could think of to drive her wild.

"Ahha! Erennnn!" Hips soon twitching in sync with his tongue, a series of pleasurable noises roared out of her as she quickly came, moaning louder and louder because he's still going as he promised. She struggled in his grasp, unable to form a coherent thought because the pleasure is too intense, but also a little frustrated that his heavenly tongue has stopped licking her. Eren pressed his tongue flat on her clit and sealed his lips around it, slowly and tenderly licking, it feels like a massage. Within seconds, she cried out his name, her toes curled, and her breathing staggered as she struggled with not grinding her overly sensitive heat on his face because he's using all of his strength to keep her from wiggling around. Mikasa whimpered when his tongue tickled her insides once more, lapping at the juices rapidly flowing out. "Oh, god, Eren! Fuck me!"

Swirling his tongue around her clit, he planted a kiss on the outside of her pussy and quickly pushed her shirt up as he kissed her body. She looked up into his eyes and moaned loudly when the head of his cock slowly pushed through her swollen lips. His hips took off, rocketing in and out of her so fast that the bed was creaking under the pressure. All she could manage was to whimper with every thrust he made and cry out from the blinding pleasure, especially when he leaned down to suck one of her nipples into the warmth of his mouth, occasionally biting down with his teeth using the slightest pressure. Mikasa allowed her eyes to flutter shut and raised her hips for him to sink in deeper in response to her orgasm. So into this was she that the realization his lips were on hers didn't register until he had slowed his thrusts, only then did their lips glide together with the occasional sticky smack.

Returning his thrusts, she rode him from underneath and he groaned into their kiss in response. Something between a moan and a sigh erupted from her mouth as she pulled her lips away, coming so hard that her body started to tremble. She crossed her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper as he picked up the pace once more and leaned his forehead on hers, savoring each moan, whimper, and cry of pleasure that comes from her mouth. Grunting with each thrust, Eren finally allowed himself to come, shooting multiple spurts deep in her womb as she, too, achieved an orgasm that left her breathless from screaming his name. Mikasa smiled as she gazed up at her new husband and pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. "Mikasa Jaeger, you are a fucking trophy." He smirked when her hands cradled his face to bring their lips together once more and kissed him slowly, sliding her hands up into his hair, damp from their night of passion. She slowly pulled away, nibbling on his bottom lip in the process. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you,” Mikasa smiled and gave him a playful frown when he pulled out. “I love you so so much, Eren.” He chuckled to himself and planted a kiss on her lips, lingering a little longer before he pulled away.

“I love you too, Mika.”

[theimaginesyouneveraskedfor]

Not Him (5)

Alright, I know I’ve not been very active lately but I just spent five days sitting at a desk uploading work for my second job and my back is aching and my brain is a quaking. Anyhow, here’s the fifth chapter, and a special treat, a Bucky POV chapter. I thank everyone for their patience and to those who are reading, you’re so very lovely. And on a final note, any and all feedback is amazing, it helps me write and let’s me know if I need to rethink plot, etc. Again, thank you and enjoy <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Bucky POV

When he had first kissed Y/N, Bucky had frightened himself. He thought he had hurt her and it had been worse than the nerves which had been stirring in his stomach since he had returned from his mission. He has spent weeks worrying; what if she had changed her mind? Or what if that long month away she had met someone else? He hadn’t stop thinking about her since he’d left.

But she had smiled at him, even through her frustration at repairing his arm. When she touched his arm, it made it feel as if it was truly his. He couldn’t help but watch her in her work, the way she bent closer, her eyes sharp in their concentration.  Yet later, when they sat next to each other on the sofa, watching a movie he couldn’t quite focus on, her gaze had softened and when she looked at him, she seemed an angel floating before him.

He couldn’t help but kiss her then. He leaned in and her warmth mingled with his; he breathed her in, intoxicated by the softness of her lips. But then she pulled away so suddenly, he was certain he had been too rough. That those years in the dark had left him too hardened for anyone too break through.

She was breathing deeply and her hand went to her chest as her eyelashes fluttered. Her lips trembled as she fought for words.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” He said, himself close to shaking. “I didn’t--”

“No, no,” She assured him, her hand resting on his. “It’s not you...I just--I’m sorry. I don’t know what that was.”

“Are you okay?” He turned her hand over, squeezing it as he longed to never let her go. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” She said, her hand clutching his in turn, “I--I’m fine.”

“Look,” He kept his voice low, trying not to rile her further. He edged closer to her, “Let’s slow it down. We’ll just watch the movie.”

“Okay,” Her voice had risen even higher as she sidled closer and he carefully draped his arm around her. He held her as if to assure her he would wait until she was ready. “I’m sorry,” Her voice was quiet and ashamed.

“Don’t be,” He hugged her tighter, “I understand. This is the first date I’ve had in over seventy years.”

She tried not to smile but he saw the subtle curve of her lips and the low chuckle which escaped her. “Thank you,” She said and he rubbed her arm as she ceased trembling.

“Hey, watching a movie with a pretty gal like isn’t so bad,” He teased as he settled in, “Not bad at all.”

Her hands rested on her cheeks as she tried to hide her nervousness and it reassured him that he wasn’t the only. He wasn’t the only one trying to be normal; trying to be calm. Yet, there was a tinge of anger to her expression as her eyes focused on the screen. Was she mad at herself or him?

When the movie was over, Bucky was nearly falling asleep. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he truly was. With Y/N against him, he had found it hard not to doze in her warmth. He watched her rise as he rubbed his thigh, cramped from sitting in the same spot for nearly two hours. She swept the errant popcorn kernels into the empty bowl. He stood and took the bowl from her, empty it into the trash and washing it as she shifted on her feet.

“You know,” He said as he rinsed the bowl, “In my day, it was unseemly to let a woman do all the work.”

“In your day, a woman spent most of her time in front of the oven,” She countered, nearing as he set the bowl in the rack and dried his hands. He turned to her and smiled, offering his real hand to her. She took it and smiled.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to your room,” He forced back a yawn as he guided her to the door.

“Sure,” She replied in a small voice.

As they entered the hallway, all conversation died and they walked in tense silence. He had totally blown it. He must have. He kept glancing over only to find her eyes darting away. God, why had he thought he could ever do this again?

She stopped and he turned to her, reluctant to release her hand but she didn’t pull away. She bit her lip, shyly looking up at him as she squeezed his hand tighter. “Um, this is me,” She nodded to the door, “Thank you for tonight.”

“Uh, yeah,” He said, “It was...fun.”

“Yeah…” She looked around and sighed. Her eyes fell to his hand and she slowly untangled her fingers from his. “Fun…”

“D-do you wanna go on a proper date?” He blurted out. Her eyes rounded in the surprise thought he felt more so at his sudden outburst. He was so anxious that it had just spilled out. He couldn’t stand to leave it on such indefinite terms. “Dinner. In a restaurant. Far away from this place.”

“Yes,” She said breathily, as if relieved. “I’d love to, Bucky.” She stepped closer exhaled too, his heart no longer beating so loud as he leaned in.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, though her lips were barely an inch away.

She didn’t answer but instead crushed her lips againsr his, wrapping her arms around his neck as he stooped to return her kiss. It was better than the first. This time she didn’t pull away until he did, out of breath and flustered. He didn’t want to say good night. Not yet.

“Well,” She tilted her head, her eyes straying coyly as she looked around. “This is good night, I guess.”

“I guess,” He quelled the rising fervour within. “Good night.”

She turned and rested her hand on her door handle, pausing as she looked back at him. “I’m free Saturday night if you are.”

He grinned and nodded. No doubt looking like a dope. She slipped through her door with one last good night and he forced his metal fingers loose from their fist. He hadn’t realized he had been clenching them so hard. He stretched out his arms as he turned down the hallway and set off for his bed. He was awfully tired and he was quite certain dreams of Y/N awaited him.

Saturday came quicker than Bucky could have hoped for. Maybe too quick. He frowned into the mirror as he brushed out his hair for the sixth time. It didn’t matter what he did, it would be in tangles with a minutes of combing. He sighed and slammed down the brush, trying too smooth down the flyaways. He should just cut it already.

A knock came at the door and he rolled his eyes at his reflection before answering it. Steve entered with a suit bag slung over his shoulder, his fingers hooked through the hanger. His brows drew together as he looked over Bucky and shook his head.

“What’s wrong with you?” He laid the bag out across the bed, “You look...angry.”

“My hair.” He grumbled.

“Your hair’s fine,” Steve assured him.

“No, it’s not,” Bucky bristled. He crossed to the bed and slowly unzipped the bag, revealing a dark blue suit jacket over a grey button-up. “What’s the point in wearing this thing if my hair is all knotted.”

“Geez, Buck, you need to calm down,” Steve nudged him as he stepped up beside him, “I’m sure Y/N sees more than a pretty face and nice head of hair...she’d have to to say yes.”

“Hey,” Buck turned on Steve, squinting at him darkly.

“Turn around,” Steve swirled his finger in the air. Bucky slowly obeyed and listened to his oldest friend move around the room. Steve pulled the brush through Bucky’s hair and gathered it at the back, wrapping a tie around it easily. “There. You’re fine. I saw Nat looking at a magazine. A lot of guys wear their hair like this now.”

“Sure, Nat,” Bucky scoffed, “Well, thanks for the suit.”

“No problem,” Steve clapped his shoulder, “Good luck.”

“I’ll need it,” He cringed, “Steve…” He looked at Steve as if he had been startled, “I can’t remember how to do all...this.”

“You always were a natural, Buck,” Steve smiled, “It’s like riding a bike. You just need to get back on.”

Y/N was standing just outside the building, her arms crossed as the New York breeze caught her hair and stirred it around her head. She wore a sleek black dress and had wrapped her shoulders in a sheer navy shawl. Bucky had never seen her wear heels before. Her legs looked amazing. All of her looked amazing. He couldn’t even recall her wearing a dress before. He hadn’t thought she could be any prettier, but there she was.

Bucky felt better since his pep talk and getting dressed had helped. The perfectly pressed shirt and jacket made him feel human again. It was akin to what he had worn seventy years ago before clothing had become so confusing. Plus, it wasn’t so obvious that one of his arms was made of vibranium.

“Y/N,” He called to her as he stepped out the door, “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Nah,” She waved away his concern, “I’m always early.”

“Well, uh…” He smiled, breathing deeply as his nerves roared in his ears, “You look amazing.”

She smiled, playing with the hem of her shawl. “Thanks,” Her lips curled in a reluctant smile. “You look pretty nice, too. I, um, like what you did with your hair.”

“Really?” He couldn’t help but run a hand over his hair. “Thanks.”

“Should we head out?” She asked, looking to the line of taxis on the street, “What time’s the reservation?”

“...Soon,” He glanced at his watch. “Come on,” He offered his arm and she hesitated before taking it.

He realized that it may have been an outdated courtesy but she didn’t seem to mind as she fell into step with him. He led her to an idling cab and opened the door, waiting for her to enter before sliding in behind her and giving the driver their destination. The drive was silent but not awkward. It was that anxious sort of quiet which follows a day full of anticipation.

When the car stopped, Bucky was the first out on the sidewalk, holding the door open as he waited for Y/N to join him. She smiled up at him as she thanked him, the mix of streetlights and the neon lights of the building casting immaculate shadows across her face. She took his arm again and he made his way forward, trying not to march as he did. 

When they entered the restaurant, they were greeted by a tall blonde hostess and Bucky gave his name, waiting patiently as the staff found their table. At last sat across from the woman he couldn’t stop thinking of, he was ready to burst. And eat. He was terribly hungry after two days without an appetite.

“This is a nice place,” Y/N commented after they placed their drink orders. She glanced over the menu but quickly laid it upon the table as she dared to look up at him. He could see she was hesitating so he nodded and waited for her to find her courage. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer, but...I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to ask.”

“Of course.” He answered but she paused as the server set down their glasses and asked after their meals. Y/N read awkwardly from the menu, followed by Bucky who was eager to hear her question, not caring that he had forgotten to request no onion.

“Well...I don’t--It’s really hard to ask. I don’t want to upset you.” She stuttered. “I always...well, it’s about the war, you know. Um, I volunteered when I was in high school at the local nursing home and I used to listen to the old folks talk about those days. I always looked forward to it, hearing about a different time. A time so surreal to our, or erm, my own, and I don’t know… there’s not many left of that era.” She was wringing her hands, “I’m sorry, I should just stop before I go too far.”

“No, no,” He assured her, “Look, I’m an old man. I’ve lived through it all. What do you wanna know?”

“It’s not that I want you to relive anything, I just...what’s changed the most since then? I always wonder, you know, about how much has changed and so quickly. It must feel like an entirely different planet,” She raised a hand, as if signalling herself to stop. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Not at all,” He chuckled and sipped from his beer. “Well, the most striking difference I think is, um…” He looked around the restaurant, searching his mind. Everything seemed foreign now; everything but her. “Aside from the technology, just the sense of convenience. Everything is so...accessible. You can ask a computer instead of flipping through a dictionary, or even have your groceries delivered to your door. I mean, I remember when I was just a kid, going to the grocer was a treat.”

“It must seem like we take everything for granted,” She said with a shameful look.

“I don’t think so. I think we did,” He wasn’t planning on thinking so hard that night, but she seemed to make everything a little bit easier. “It was simpler then. I’m not saying it to be a crotchety old man, I just mean...I think everyone takes what they have for granted, in a way. Time passes so quickly and we just let it.” He shrugged and pushed back a stray lock which had slipped from his hair tie, “I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“No, I get what you’re saying,” She rubbed her jaw. She had a habit of chewing her lip when she was lost in thought.

“It’s why I asked you to dinner,” He interrupted her daze, “I didn’t want to let another good thing pass me by. Life’s short.”

She blinked at him and dimples formed in her cheeks as she tried not to laugh. “Sorry,” She cupped her hand over her mouth, “Just...you’re how old? You can’t say that.”

“I’ve not lived much of my life,” He said, “But I’m going to start. Right now. With you, if you’ll have me.”

“Your generation is so cheesy,” She teased as she rested a hand on her wine glass, tapping a finger against it softly, “I guess I can give you chance.” She grinned, “If you give me one.”

[honestsycrets]

The Boatbuilder’s Daughter

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A/N: I'm literally still in awe that I've never written and finished a thing with jealous Ragnar, he's my king. Here is this finished and based upon someone's request for jealousy. Gif belongs to the twilight universe. Also, Uploading on my tablet so I'll format later. Ugggh.

The boat quaked as you snuggled up underneath Bjorn’s heavy furs. Winds kick the boat along heavy and dark waters, rocking side to side under the rain fall. It ran down the covering draped over the boat.

“Are you cold?” Bjorn says, pulling the furs around you. You can’t exactly tell how long its been since you’ve been thrown off course, but Ragnar must know. You peep out away from the reassuring warmth and safety of Bjorn’s chest and look out to find Ragnar beside you. His arm rests against a crate of ravens. His forceful eyes are glowering at you as if you just bounded out of a hole like a rabbit. A small rabbit in an insignificant burrow with the wolf, Ragnar, looking apt and ready to eat you whole. Don’t run, his eyes read.

“A little chill.” You reply, stiffening as if you are ready to bolt. But where? The boat is small with hulking furniture, broad chested men, and fearsome women. Bjorn rearranges himself, wrapping your body in his. Chest to chest and legs draping over his, its comfortable. As comfortable as it could be.

Beside you Ragnar draws a loud breath, exhaling through his nose like the might dragon Fafnir. He sounds angry. It causes chills to careen down your spine. You hate the effect that Ragnar has upon you, but one way or another, nothing can be done. You dip your head back against Bjorn’s chest for the duration of the trip home. As much as you want to rest, you don’t doze or close your eyes for even a minute without his sure eyes there, even in the dark.

“He is scary.”

You tippytoe along a slab of split wood with your hands extending outwards. Beside you, your father Floki sat upright. He was carving a small figurine of wood.

“Ragnar is as scary as you make him, (Y/N).” He says.

“Then why does he watch me on raids?” You twirl about in a circle, fluttering your skirt around. Floki steadies you from falling with a hand tight around your calf. The wind was strong.

“Aslaug can’t watch him there.” He laughs. But you knew Aslaug was watching you. You would have rather have Bjorn be the creepy one. At least you could manage Bjorn.

“She prefers watching and threatening me with empty words.” You say, dropping down with your hand on the wood.

“She does that to all the pretty ones,” Floki rolls his eyes. To all the pretty ones… you shove him playfully.

“But that doesn’t explain anything…” You sigh, drawing your fingers up to Floki’s face, curving your fingers about his high cheekbones. Your father carefully grasps your hands, looking out to still water.

“He wants you. What else can it be?”

It didn’t register. You grew up with Ragnar and now… he felt like this? Nothing made sense anymore.

There was something so relaxing about sailing on Kattegat’s vast waters. You could sail along for days and never reach the end. Only more water. It was a good place to clear your mind, or at least, it would have been if not for the larger sail raised high with soaring raven fluttering in the wind. Ragnar.

“This is not my life,” You muttered, setting your oars into the waters. Push against the waters and you would be pulled somewhere else. Father made a simple boat for you, not a damn ship that cut through the waters like that thing was doing. It was inevitable.

“(Y/N)!”

Gods. Why? You cleared your throat, realizing it was him who called out to you. It was Ragnar who was gazing at you over the sturdy edge of his boat while yours buckled with incoming waves. He casted down a line, connected with a heavy bad near the bottom into your boat. You quaked with the added weight. Ragnar himself hopped over the edge of his mighty boat with the rope as his anchor. You have to wonder what sort of rope burn he might get, but look around to find Aslaug isn’t in sight.

“Sssh! I can’t be seen with you!” You say shrilly. Ragnar’s foot steadies itself on the edge of your boat, leaning in. His massive arms hold the line to his own boat.

“Then come with me.”

You shrunk back at the thought, holding the oars tightly in your hands. Hands unlike Aslaug’s beautiful slight hands… your hands are more weathered, enjoying learning underneath your father. Ragnar winds the rope once more under his arm before cocking an eyebrow at you.

“The more you fight, the more likely she’ll be to find us.” Ragnar said. He was right… you knew he was right. Aslaug’s women were around. They would see you. You scramble to the edge of the boat, rocking and waving until you stand. Ragnar offers his hand out but you’re quick to shun it, digging the plantar surface of your foot onto the wood as you hike yourself up over the side. You all but fell in when Ragnar’s boots slammed beside your hands, decorated with the double entwined bodies of Jormungandr. He bent down, dragging yourself up by underneath your arms. You grunt, looking up to the sky. He’s playing games… Loki must have been chuckling away.

“If Aslaug catches you with me…” You start, running your hands down through your sea salt kissed hair. “She will-”

“Do what? Aslaug is no shieldmaiden. Not like Lagertha… or you.” He sasses off. He’s closer now… you tread back, your slamming your head and back both against the mast.

“I… have no interest in being anything other than a boat builder.” You shift as if it might keep him off you. You knew he missed Lagertha. Everyone in Kattegat did.

“But you are.” Ragnar closes his arms around your body. Chest to chest, Ragnar’s pins you back against the firm wood of the mast. Nowhere left to go. Ragnar’s fingertips ghost along the outside of your flowing dress. There was nothing less conspicuous than being on a boat with Ragnar… floating nowhere in particular.

“Maybe… but the gods gave you Aslaug for a reason. Not me.” You began, eating your words when Ragnar pulls your leg up to hook around the delicious curve of his hips. He juts his body against yours, rolling himself against you.

“Who am I?” Ragnar asks.

Redundant question. A farmer, a lover, a father, a son… a king… there were many titles.

“King Ragnar… beloved by the All-Father.” You croak somewhat, tense in his hold. Ragnar’s hand waves off the remainder of your sentence.

“That is right. King. I answer to no one. You are faithful to me (Y/N), just like your father.”

His words fall in your stomach far more heavily than they should have. He was using Floki against you. But… “I am faithful to the gods, Ragnar, and my Bjorn.” You say with words that clench your stomach tight. Almost sickly so.

Ragnar’s fingers draw your chin up, angling towards his face. “What of Bjorn?” He says, drawing his face closer to yours. Short puffs of his breath tickled your ready lips.

Either you would say it or Ragnar would find out what it was. “We were… interested.” You say, clutching the fabric of his scratchy top. There was only a second before his lips were on yours, pulling you apart with kisses so strong, you could hardly take a breath. He washed over you like the waves on the shore, smelling of open fires and the salt of the sea. Your leg tucks him closer, finding the back of his braids. With a sharp tug, you pull him back. Ragnar grunts sharply, grazing his teeth across yours. Your lip pops from his teeth in a way that you are sure might swell later.

“Not anymore.” Ragnar groans. And you hate that he is right. You weren’t interested in the younger Lothbrok anymore. You wanted the King.

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[okaneganai-no-rondo]

Elisabeth Tsukigumi 2018 Review

So let me preface this with the fact that calling this a review is probably a lie. This is more me needing to vent all of my emotions into the semi-anonymous void of the internet. This is gonna be real long and rambling, and more personal than actual review. You could call it a stream of consciousness gushing coming from a new fan.

A little (another lie) backstory on me. I like Elisabeth a whole heck of a lot. It is probably my favorite musical ever, and has been for about eight years. I learned about Takarazuka and Elisabeth simultaneously, associating the Takarazuka Revue in my head as pretty ladies who perform Elisabeth and also The Rose of Versailles. This was a simpler time. I had no real knowledge of or access to any resources about Takarazuka. But yet, the idea of this show intrigued me to no end. I have always been a huge history buff, and it seemed to me that this show checked all of my boxes. So what did I do, at fourteen and full of all of these questions? I turned to YouTube, and while I found very little Takarazuka content, I did find an incomplete subtitled version of the 2005 Vienna Revival of Elisabeth. I devoured it. I watched it like a TV show, waiting anxiously for each new section to be translated and uploaded. I was in love with every aspect of it; the cast, the characterizations, the staging, everything. I talked to everyone who I thought would even be the least bit interested about it. It consumed me and my interests as much as I did it. I watched it at least ten times a year for five years, until it was removed from YouTube for copyright. Understandably. By this point I've accepted it, I have the translations almost by heart so I can get by with the soundtrack. I still really enjoy a lot of media influenced by the Takarazuka Revue, but have no real idea where to start consuming any of that material.

Flash forward to this year. I'm accepted into the JET program and placed in Hyogo prefecture. One of the first things I look up is how far away Takarazuka is. It might as well be down the street. I check the upcoming shows. Elisabeth, a month after my arrival. I stalk the English ticket page, with a desperation previously unknown to me. This was my chance to see Elisabeth live, an impossibility up until now. And I got the tickets, for a weekend show towards the end of the run. The most stressful ten minutes of my life, when my computer decided it didn't want to reload the page. But I got them, and I was going.

I started to latch onto any information about Takarazuka and their productions of Elisabeth that I could. And honestly? I was a little disappointed. It seemed so far from what I knew Elisabeth to be. The alternate or omitted songs really got to me, and so did the characterization of Death as more of a romantic hero (when contrasted with Maté Kamaras' forceful, sadistic Der Tod). But, I decided to give it an open mind. Especially since I had spent so much money on tickets, and had waited so long. So I found a friend to give my extra ticket to, and we made a plan to go.

We ended up taking the Hankyu line to Takarazuka, so I definitely made the joke that we fell right into a trap made by a 1910's Japanese businessman. That Mr. Hankyu is crafty.

I would say, that up until we crossed the Muko river from the station, that doubt in my mind still lingered. But the second we touched that bridge, something inside me changed. I got infected with the aura surrounding the theater. There was some magic in the air that just hooked its claws into me and told me to stay. There was something about the energy surrounding the place, that I really can't describe.

By the time the curtain rose I was hyped. And rightfully so. The next few hours were some of the most memorable performances I've ever seen staged.

Manaki Reika, whose voice I wasn't a fan of in the trailers I had seen, was spectacular. The parts of her performance that I hadn't enjoyed in glimpses ended up blending and evolving throughout the show as her character aged and matured. Her scene in the insane asylum struck me in particular, but her whole performance had an air of grace around it most deserving of an actress of her caliber. I am saddened that this is the only memory I'll have of her live on this stage.

Touka Yurino's Sophie was also a standout. She disappeared into her role, fully embodying it. I loved her voice, and the commanding presence she had on stage. I dearly wished that they would have given her "Bellaria", instead of whisking her off to her death mid-song. But alas, this is not that staging.

This performance was the morning of September 22nd, the first day of Miya Rurika's absence. But, due to me not reading postings at the theater/not having great Japanese comprehension all of the time, I had no idea until several hours after the performance. All of the switched roles blended flawlessly, still meeting all of the expectations you have for the characters beat for beat. And that blew my mind and really drilled into me how talented, trained, and rehearsed all of these women are. How do you go from playing Luigi Lucheni to Franz Joseph in one night? I was wowed throughout the performance by every actor, from the top stars to the smallest roles in the crowd. The effort they put into this craft is unimaginable to me, and they pull it off in the most magical of spectacles.

Finally, I want to talk about Tamaki Ryou. Her Tod bewitched me. Every scene, no matter where she was or what she was doing, I couldn't help but watch her helplessly. The best way for me to describe the characterization of death in this show as I understand it in my head, is that this Elisabeth and the Vienna staging I hold so closely to my heart are two sides of the same story. The Vienna revival is Elisabeth's story, plain and simple. She is tormented by death, his dark shadow leaving its wake upon everything in her life from the moment that she first spoke to him. Takarazuka is Death's story, him giving voice to Elisabeth's tale. He pines for her, she continues to rebuff him no matter how many options he gives her. He frames her narrative, but without the maliciousness. Does that make any sense? I'm not sure. Either way I spent probably $130 on pictures of Tamaki Ryou's face so who am I to talk? I've probably listened to the demo CD they were selling of three songs from the show about 50 times now, and every strain of Tamaki's voice in "Ai to Shi no Rondo" cuts me like a knife. The song that I thought I was going to hate became my new favorite, a fresh insert to the show that is constantly reframed by its reprisals. I love it, and I love her.

If I have one complaint about the show, it would have to be the omission of the death of little Sophie. I feel like that small part really sets the tone for the rest of the show. Like Death is here, and even if you have your small victories you will not outrun him or outlast him. But that's just my take. Otherwise 10/10, would stand in line for five hours to watch another performance if I had the time. Also will trade left kidney come November for dvds.

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You woke up early that morning. You had to get to Cara Cara and help market that slut house. Dressing in flowy work pants and a tank-top you started to make coffee. You sat against the counter, scrolling through your phone. Looking outside it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to go wrong. Sipping the coffee you yawned after. “Man.. I am going to hate today..” you whispered to yourself.

Walking back in the room you grabbed your laptop bag. Happy rolled over, Kozy poking out of the blankets. “Where you going sexy?” you sat on the edge of the bed, kissing Happys forehead and then Kozys. “Going to work.. Gemma asked me to go to Cara Cara…” “Shit.. ummm how about not?” you looked at him confused. “Already promised. I will see you later.” Waving you walked out of the house. Happy grabbed a pillow putting it over his face. “FUCK!” he yelled into the pillow. Kozy crawled up next to Happy laying his head on his chest. “Now I see why you do that to your mom. It is calming..” he pet the dog looking at the ceiling. “She is going to come home and kill me…” he mumbled sadly.

Walking into Cara Cara you seen Gemma. “Hey baby! Let me introduce you to Luann!” nodding she pulled you along. Looking around all you could see is cum and herpes everywhere. “She keeps it very clean here. Promise.” Trusting Gemma you walked into an office to see blonde woman sitting at the desk. “Is this y/n?” you nodded holding out your hand. She pushed it away giving you a huge hug. Her breasts crushing your rib cage. When she finally let go you smiled to her. “So have you ever market porn?” “Not to this extent.” She nodded. “I need to see your business plat form. That way I can help tweak it if need be.” Luann held her hand out so you could sit at her desk. Sitting in her seat you went through the computer. “Organization for files will need to happen. Do you track how much your making each production?” She nodded opening a file. “Alright, then lets take last years numbers and write a goal of what we want by the end of next month.”

Gemma had left to go get you all soda and a sandwich. You where typing away at your lap top. Your legs crossed slightly. “Hey y/n.” looking over you seen Juice. “Hey sweety. What are you doing here?” He sat next to you. “I do a lot of the website editing for CaraCara. Luann asked me to bring the files over to you.” He handed you a USB drive. “Well thanks Juicey boy!” you plugged it in the computer. The files upload and you opened a folder. Scrolling through the advertisements, there was other production videos. “Geez this is a lot of porn.” Juice laughed nodding. “Yeah no kidding.” You kept scrolling. Zooming in on a photo you seen a picture of Happy and Ima. Her sitting in his lap. Looking at the date it was three days before you arrived in Charming. “Y/N..” Juice noticed the photo you were looking at. “Do you have a joint on you Juice?” He nodded. “Lets go outside to smoke.” Shutting your laptop, you brought your bag with you. Juice and you sitting on the Jeep. “That photo bugs you doesn’t it?” He said sparking the joint. He handed it to you first. Watching you take a deep breath. “Yeah.. It does.” Handing it to Juice he did the same watching your movements. “He never mentioned you..” you laughed a bit running your hand through your hair. “Yeah well.. he never told me he was here. Guess he moved on more than I thought. I didn’t know they spent time together.” Juice wanted to tell you the truth. That she was his choice of fucks. Instead he knew not to betray a fellow brother. He handed you the joint to finish off. You laid back on your Jeep, closing your eyes as the breeze blew cool air around you. “I know he loves you though.. he panicked when you where kidnapped. He lost his shit with Jax and the Colorado Pres. He hugged me for putting a few pieces together. He loves you a lot.” You nodded, feeling the high take over you. “Yeah.. well..” “Y/N!” looking over you seen Gemma walk over with a sandwich. “Here hun.” She handed you the pop as well. She walked back into Cara Cara leaving you and Juice. You handed him half of the sandwich. “Thanks!” He smiled taking a bit. “No problem. Thanks for sharing the joint!”

You ended up staying at Cara Cara for over twelve hours. Luann organized nothing, making your job so much more difficult. Scrolling through the pictures you seen more background photos of Happy. You started to feel sick to your stomach. “You ok darlin?” you looked up at Luann. Her worry was evident. “I just.. I will be back tomorrow.” Luann smiled. “Ok, thanks for all your help today.” Smiling you walked out. Putting your stuff in the Jeep you took a deep breath. You knew that was before you got here but it still hurt. He did easily get on without you. They must of hooked up at east eight times according to the photos you seen.  “Hey Y/N!” Lyla appeared hugging you. “Hey, long time no see.” Giving her a fake smile. She could tell you where off. “I was just leaving here to go have a drink at a bar. Want to go?” you nodded to her.

Following her to the bar you pulled in next to her. Getting out you followed her in. It was a small bar with some pool tables. Sitting on the stool you ordered a beer. She ordered one as well. “So whats on your mind?” “I need you to be honest with me Lyla. Fuck the club loyalty shit… How many times did Happy and Ima hook up?” Lylas face fell. You had no clue why you intently wanted to hurt yourself with whatever answer she was going to give you. “A lot. It started as a one night stand. A few times he came to Cara Cara to body guard. They hooked up a lot more. She went to his house a few times and viceversa.” Sighing you finished the beer. “Tequila please..” you looked to the bartender. She nodded pouring you some over ice. “Where they dating?” “I don’t know. They never had a label on it.” Lyla watched as you sipped the drink. “Why where you at Cara Cara?” “Gemma asked me to help market for them.. not sure why.. seems like your numbers are just fine..” she snorted a bit. “Luann and the club likes money. No wonder they asked you to help.”

One bottle of tequila between the two of you and your both where playing pool and laughing your ass off. You would hiccup and both start laughing. You danced to the music that was playing, Lyla too. Your phone went off and you looked down to see it was Happy. Picking up you answered.

You “MmmHello?”

Happy: “Where are you?”

You laughed into the phone.  You : “How is Kozy?”

Happy: “Fine, where are you?”

You hiccuped again and started laughing. You: “Dunno..”

Happy: “Are you drunk?”

You: “Fucking almost… another round!!” you called out. Happy pulled the phone from his ear.

Happy: “Tell me where you are?”

You: “Mm.. dunno.. gottag go drink with Lyla… she’d never choose another girl if I left her..” you hiccupped again.

Happy: “What?!”

You: “You and Ima… I seen the photos. Its whatever… you fucked her so many times I guess.. Maybe I should find a guy..”

Happy: “Y/N L/N where the fuck are you right now!?” He yelled into the phone.

Layla grabbed the phone talking.

Lyla: “She is with me. Safe. But drunk..” Lyla laughed at you trying to line up the ball on the pool table. “Babe hit the ball correctly…” Lyla laughed speaking to you.

Happy: “For gods sake, please tell me where you are!”

Lyla: “Mmm..nope. Don’t think y/n would like that. OHH shots! Byyyye byee Happy!”

The phone hung up and Happy slammed his phone down. He felt his phone ding and he seen a picture message. It was of him and Ima. Her sitting on his lap. Then there was a next one of Lyla kissing your on the cheek and her in your lap just like him and Ima. “FUCK!!!”

You took another round of shots. It felt so good to let go. Your phone buzzed again and it was Kozik. “FUCK why cant I have fun?!” you answered it.

Kozik: “Hey sis, I think I found a house you might like.”

You: “Oh thank god, I thought Happy called you..” you hiccupped.

Kozik: “Where are you it is so loud!”

You: “Dunno. Drinking at some bar with Lyla.”

Kozik: “Well be safe. Your old man is on the other line.”

You: “Tell him to go fuck Ima.

Kozik: “What happened?”

You: “Mm.. Gemma asked me to go and help Cara Cara… I seen the photos taken of Happy and that girl. Hmm.. Slut are sluts. May have been before I was there but still hurts!”

Kozik: “Sis.. he did miss you.”

You: “I suppose that is why he fucked her huh?” You laughed. “Well love you bro. Talk to you in the AM about the house! Oh can you get Kozy for me? Imma crash at your house if that is cool?”

Kozik: “Sure thing! Love you.”

You: “Love you to baby brother!”

Kozik: “I am older than you… Love you a lot. Be safe.”

Hanging up you and Lyla drank the night away. It was three AM and you and Lyla both fell asleep in your Jeep. Waking up she laughed. “Damn we drank too much..” you smiled nodding. “Thanks for getting me out and partying again.” She nodded hugging you, getting out of the Jeep and to her Car. “Thanks for letting me sleep in the Jeep so I didn’t drive drunk!”

Getting in the drivers side you drove to Koziks. Putting your key in you set your stuff on the table. Kozik walked out half asleep. “Mmm.. hey sis..” you looked at his tired self. “Sleep, I will take the couch with Kozy.” “Call Happy. He is losing his shit.”

You ignored it and laid on the couch passing back out. Kozik would understand.

Your phone went off and you seen it was 10 AM. Luckily Cara Cara didn’t need you to be there till when ever you damn well decided you got there. Walking to the kitchen Happy and Kozik sat at the table. You ignored Happy and grabbed some coffee. “Y/N..” you held you hand up pointing to the coffee. “Coffee first.” You sat back on the couch snuggled with Kozy. Happy stood up walking over to you. “I swear to the high heavens above us I will cut your dick off and feed it to a coyote if you dare open that mouth of yours.” Kozik snorted, choking on his hot coffee slightly. You finished your cup walking over to rinse it out. You washed it and set it on the drying towel. Not drying since it was the handmade one you created when you where twelve. Smiling at the fact he kept it all these years. “Kozik.. do I still have some of my clothes here?” He nodded his head. You walked to his bathroom, stripping your clothes getting in the shower.

Twenty minutes later you appeared in black skinny jeans, red heels and a blouse with SOA on the back of it. Your hair was in a lose ponytail and no makeup. “Alright brother, thanks again for letting me stay.” “You know you are always welcome sis.” Happy went to grab your wrists and Kozik stood up. “I am not getting involved in this one.” He held his hands up letting you slip away. “Happy I know it was before I came.. but part of me feels like you liked her.. if you did awesome. I cant expect me to be your only lover. However.. you only mentioned you had sex a couple times. That photo I sent you said more.” Walking to Kozik you kissed his cheek. “See you later brother. Is it ok if Kozy stays here? Don’t want him getting any STDS.” Laughing he nodded. “He has his own doggy bed from the old place anyways.” You walked over to the dog kissing his head. “Be good for uncle.” The dog opened his eyes and then closed them again. You dare not mention the stuff Lyla told you. Girl code.

“Have a good day.” You opened the door, grabbing your stuff and walked out the door.

Happy banged his head against the table. “I swear to whatever god is up there.. your fucking sister will be the death of me.” He groaned. “Well, you made shitty decisions.” “Are you always going to take her side?” Happy asked Kozik. “Inless she cheats or kills you.” He shrugged putting his cup in the sink. “I need to talk to her..” Happy sighed. “If she sees Ima, there will be a blood bath Kozik.” He smirked a bit. “Naw. Ima would have to push her over the edge first… which.. she is good at.” “UGH!” Happy stood up grabbing his gun, sliding it in his holster.

Walking out he waved to Kozy and Kozik. Getting on his bike he headed to Cara Cara after you.

Arriving he seen three bikes. Opening the door, he hurd the fake moans in the back and seen his brothers sitting in the lounge area. Jax, Juice and Chibs. He watched you walked out holding your laptop talking to Luanne. Pointing a few things out to her, he seen you where those glasses he loved so much. Luanne smiled hugging your side gently. “Sweety!” Jax called out to you. You nodded to him and went back to your work. Walking out a few seconds later, Juice stood up handing you a joint. Walking outside with him you did your routine like yesterday. Both of you sitting on the Jeep. “Have you talked to him yet?” you inhaled deeply and shook your head. “Not much.” Laying back on the Jeep Juice handed you the joint after taking a hit. “Ugh Juice, why cant shit be easy? Why cant we just smoke a joint everyday, Make tons of money and Happy understands shit.” You coughed a bit laughing. He laughed as well. “I know..”

Finishing the joint you walked in hearing a hip hop song. “The One” played. The guys rolled there eyes acting like they hated. Lyla came around the corner seeing you laughing because this was the song you where dancing too last night. “Then she put that booty on that Gucci belt!” you shook you ass against laughing with Lyla. “Yeah! Your lookin at the truth, money never lie! I’m the one yeah, I’m the one. Your sick of those other intimidators. Don’t let the real one intimidate you!” you danced around with Lyla, laughing your ass off afterwards. The weed calming your nerves with Happy there.

A few songs past and you came back out listening to the song “Ever since I met you, you got me changing my schedule. If you ain't know, that shit's eventful. And losing this money is dreadful, but. Believe me, that pussy is special. You wanna meet moms, I might let you. Rollie is so presidential, keep it on while we fuck that's 'cause I meant to, yeah. Fuck you twice, we take a nap, soon as you're awake, get back. Go for three, it takes a knack. I'm taking you to places that. You ain't been, girl, face the fact, meant it, I can't take it back. Whisky straight, ain't chasing that, I'll taste the cat. Yeah, you told me I own that pearl, yeah, that's 'cause I bone you, girl. You should be my only girl, when I hit it, you feel like you own the world” you rapped the whole verse. Shocking all the guys. You twirled around holding your camera taking pics of the building. Happy watched your every movement. He could tell you where relaxed with your movements as you walked around. “Yeah, ah, since the last time we had sex, honestly, I've been a mess, well, Fiendin' 'cause you got the best, borderline kind of obsessed and yeah. I'm on some kind of drug, I've been addicted and I cannot find enough. I call you, I'm tryna fuck, I'm in room 921, come on up. And we could put up the "please do not disturb". I got the drink, I got the herb, I'm tweakin', now I must be cured. The only way I rest assured is if, I get my fix. I love the way your dress just slips right off your waist, right down your hips. Technique's the best, she knows some tricks and yeah. I need you now, I need you bad. You and me both been fiendin' bad, I guess what I really mean is that, yeah” you glanced back at Happy every few moments you sang. Slightly biting your lip. His eyes caught yours and you seen him fidget. You noticed the boys where busy doing something as you kept eye contact with Happy. Bending over you fixed your heels, giving him view of your ass in those jeans. He knew what you where doing. This was your warfare and he would be damned if he said it was not working. You walked past Happy, shoulder shoving him. Your hand on his chest “Oh sorry… Babe..” you almost rolled your eyes at the name you called him. He felt your hand slide down his chest. His eyes pierced looking into yours. You walked away, moving your hips for extra effect.

You disappeared for a bit. Happy waited to see you come back out from the back area but you never did. He decided to go ahead and look for you. Walking through Cara Cara he tried to see where you could have went off too. “Happy!” he looked over to see Ima in some slutty nurse outfit. He didn’t know you where watching him from the upstairs balcony. She slid her hand over his chest, the way you just did. “Ima, leave me alone, I am looking for Y/N.” “Why.. when I am right here.” She slid her hand down his pants. He pulled back a bit. “Enough!” he growled. “I like when you get rough..” hearing the words you felt nauseous. “Surprised you have no shot her yet.” Kozik appeared next to you on the balcony. “I figured you would be here. Scouting everything before going in.” he smirked kissing your head. “I need to go back to Tacoma for a bit Kozik..” He looked at you. You had the same look you had two years ago when you felt done with everything emotionally. “Why are you here?” “You never replied to my text. I thought you might be in Jail.” You laughed a bit. “Wouldn’t surprise me if you were.” You nodded no. “Not this time around with Happy. I don’t feel like kicking every womans ass right now. Maybe I am just tired.” “Are you pregnant?” you nodded no. “Naw, had my you know what a week ago.” He nodded not even flinching.

Holding your stomach, you leaned over crying. Kozik rubbed your back unsure how to help you. “Sis.. what can I do..?” this was the first time you where getting your period. You fell into his arms feeling weak, tired and very warm. “Don’t let go..” you cried out into his chest. He nodded rubbed your back. Gliding his fingertips over it.

Later that night you two walked to Walgreens. Him holding your hand, to ease the pain. Walking into the tampon aisle you where unsure what to get. You had the talk with you mom and all as a young girl, but you had no clue what to get. “Ask someone..” Kozik smiled at you. Nodding no, you where too nervous and embarrassed. Kozik walked to a woman at the makeup table. “Hello mam, my sister is unsure what to get for her first… yah know…. Monthly thing…” The woman smiled slightly, thinking how sweet the boy was for helping you. She looked at you, seeing you slightly hunched over. “You will wanna start with these hun. When you get comfortable switch to tampons.” You nodded to her slightly. Walking to check out, you opened your small clutch pink purse that you had since you were a young kid. “$4.99.” you opened your wallet and sighed looking at Kozik. “Is there any cheaper?” The woman smiled to you. “Here baby, lets go get you Midol and some snacks. I will pay for it.” You shook your head no. “Hunny, your so lucky to have your friend with you. Trust me, I got you!”

A few years later you came back to that same store and dropped off a check for $100.00. Leaving the woman, a nice note. Expressing how thank-full you were to her for everything she did for you. Always being so sweet to you two when you came in and waved to her. She watched you two grow up slowly.

Ima tried again and Happy pushed her slightly away. “So since she is back you are just going to forget me?” “There was never going to be a you and me. I always loved y/n!” “Funny, you whispered you loved me once after sex.” Hearing that you grabbed your gun. Taking off safety and aimed it between the two. “Sis…” Kozik looked at you nervously. You shot out, it cut Imas nurse outfit and Happys shirt, hitting the cement. Happys head turned to the balcony seeing you and Kozik. You took out the shell of the gun counting how many bullets you had left. “Five should be enough.” You whispered. Going over the balcony, you took off your heels. Climbing the rafters down, Kozik shook his head. “Show off.” He spoke calmly taking the stairs. Walking towards Ima and happy. “You snuck into his house the other night.” Ima looked at you wide eyed. “Next time, don’t wear the fucking lipstick.” Quickly you pointed the gun towards her feet taking a shot. It melted the tip of her left high heel. She looked at you shocked. “That was planned. Good thing you didn’t move.” You winked at her. Turning away from them, you started to walk out to the office. “Luanne I am going to be gone few a few days. I will post your stuff and call if I need anything.” She smiled hugging you. You walked towards the door. “Oh and Happy will pay for the bullet marks.” Slamming the door to Cara Cara you headed to Koziks and Happys.

After clearing everything out of Happys you went to Koziks. You did it quickly, packing everything up.

Kozik: “He is headed to my house. He will be there in five minutes.”

You: “Thanks. Call you when I get to Tacoma.”

Kozik: “I will be up there in two days.”

You: “Why?”

Kozik: “To spend time back home with you and Kozy.”

You: “Your too good to me brother.”

Kozik: “Naw.. you have been there for me too sis.”

Putting your bags in the Jeep, you packed Kozy on in his bed. He fell asleep right away. You hopped in speeding out of the driveway. You headed towards your original home.

Happy pulled in Koziks drive way not seeing your Jeep. Kozik behind him. “You told her!” Kozik shrugged a bit. “She needs space Happy.” “No! she does not to get to run from this!” “What like you ran?” Happy hit his helmet with his fist. “That was two years ago!” Kozik rolled his eyes, going into his house. “Yeah, you where together for a long time. You promised her you would never leave.”

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Mafia! Woozi

Anon requested: “ since it’s our jihoonie’s birthday today, can i request a mafia!au for out vobo? hehe i just saw that requests are open & i got rly excited !! 💗💗 — daydreaming anon (hbd woozi i love you sO MUCH) “

Word Count: 3679

you never thought you’d be here 

3:58am on a Saturday in one of the most heavily protected buildings in the entire city 

hooking up your sad $535 laptop and praying to whoever runs the universe 

that you’ll be able to go home and eat breakfast in time

as is the life of a hacker

a professional top-of-the-line hacker for hire

too bad the government hasn’t noticed your talent yet

or you would be working for the good guys

but you’re working for whoever helps pay the rent now

and if you take down some corrupt businesses while you’re working for the mob

who cares

that’s enough vigilante justice for you

honestly you’d think that one of the most powerful companies in the city would know better than to have such weak protection for their systems

you shake your head as you smirk and carefully unplug your laptop 

done 

easiest $30,000 dollars of your life 

the company had been known to “donate” a percentage of their revenue back into the city 

things like feeding and housing the homeless 

or ensuring kids go to school and aren’t on the streets 

but in reality they were pocketing all of it 

and come morning 

you would have just exposed their asses 

climbing back out the vent you came through 

you shouldered the backpack with your laptop 

and crawled until you reached the building’s service entrance 

dropping down you were fully intending to walk casually straight out the building 

until you felt your arm jerk as you were roughly pulled behind a wall 

“What the fu-“ 

the person who did it covered your mouth roughly 

and your eyes widened as you saw one of the guards walk by 

you silently cursed at yourself for not monitoring the CCTV system 

you had assumed hacking into it was fine 

but you forgot to check the guard’s positioning 

after he passed you turned back to the person who had just saved your ass 

“Thanks I guess.” 

he didn’t say anything but gave you a sideways glance and shrugged as he pulled out a definitely more expensive and way better laptop than yours 

as he connected it to one of the computers in the room 

“Who are you btw?” You asked eyeing him suspiciously 

he smirked

“What’s it to you?” he replied quietly 

it almost sounded like he was teasing you 

“Sorry if you got offended at me trying to be polite.” You scoff annoyed 

who was this guy? 

he had jet black hair 

and was not super tall from what you could see 

but when he turned back to look at you 

your breath caught in your throat 

“You broke into a high security building to clumsily hack into a system and expose their lies, I don’t think manners are our top priority right now.” he answered looking straight into your eyes

you stared blankly in shock 

“How did you...?” how did he know?

“Regardless I’m here to undo it.” 

you watched as he clicked shut his laptop and faced you 

“The fuck! I’m getting paid, what am I supposed to tell my client?” you said 

he smirked again as he packed up his laptop 

“There are better ways to expose this company.” 

and with that he disappeared 

like legit 

gone poof 

he walked found his escape route before you even had time to process what he meant

you blinked and he was gone 

when you finally returned to your apartment when the sun came up 

and clicked on the tv 

the news was playing 

“-donates half of their entire yearly revenue to creating shelters for the homeless...” 

your jaw dropped 

while you had wanted to expose to the media this company’s lies 

whoever that guy was last night 

had transferred over half of the entire company’s revenue 

in the five minutes he had spent saving you from lifetime in prison 

who the fuck was he? 

 his name was Lee Jihoon 

and honestly did he ever think he’d have to deal with other hackers even close to his caliber? 

nope 

but you had broken through into the company’s servers in record times 

he was intrigued 

and more than a bit competitive 

“Jeonghan, you think you could look up someone for me?” he asked walking into Svt’s main meeting room

Jeonghan was hunched over some papers planning the next job no doubt

without looking up, Jeonghan said

“That’s like asking if I like taking naps Jihoon, who do you think I am? All I need is a name-” 

“I don’t have her name yet.” 

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow swiveling in his chair to face Jihoon 

his blue prints and detailed plans fluttering at the sudden movement 

“Her?” Jeonghan questioned, teasing smile on his lips  

“I can’t work with you.” Jihoon rolled his eyes while walking off to find Seungcheol 

“WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘HER’?!?!?” Jeonghan yelled after him smiling 

Jihoon had joined Seungcheol’s team a while ago 

one of the original members 

but the others didn’t really know about him at first 

because he kept to himself 

usually tinkering with gadgets in his own office in the Svt complex 

overlooking the city 

overlooking their territory 

he also may have held up a gun to Soonyoung’s head when Soonyoung tried to touch him 

jokingly 

or so everyone would like to think XD 

one time Seungkwan had lost a bet to the others 

and was dared to go into Jihoon’s office

-just to try to learn more about this teammate they didn’t see much of 

but they got caught

and Seungcheol was scolding them until Jihoon walked out and told them to just order dinner and call it done 

and tbh although this cold mafia hacker didn’t easily trust people 

that one night where he got to sit down with the whole gang for a meal finally 

and although he would never admit it 

after being around the whole gang for years 

he trusted them with his life 

one of the best hackers hands down 

sometimes jokingly gets called the cyber shadow 

bc he’s Svt’s hidden member 

doesn’t go out in the field for most missions 

but has a hand in planning, masterminding, and orchestrating the whole thing 

didn’t like going out for any jobs anyway

that is until he had the proper motivation to

you quietly slunk through the security room 

attaching your USB to the main computer 

uploading the code that would shut off alarms for an hour or until you turned it back on 

this job was easy

stop the security system long enough to allow your client to rob the facility 

once the system was down you called the client 

“Yea the systems are down.” 

and you leaned back in your chair to monitor the camera systems as your client gang snuck into the facility 

“Honestly thought you’d be some social justice warrior but it looks like you’re in this for money.” 

you nearly fell out of the chair at the sound of that voice 

one you’d never forget 

“You!” You pointed at the guy you met that night 

he had entered the security room quietly behind you and was leaning against the wall

“Yep it’s me.” He smirked setting down a bag 

his black hair tousled lightly and hidden behind his hoodie 

he might be considered cute or good looking maybe 

ahem even though he’s totally not your type 

“I mean I do what I do for money too, but I’m surprised you play dirty also.” He laughed taking out a laptop 

“What are you doing here?” You say cutting straight to the point 

“While you’re helping this small gang live for another day, I’m helping kings grow an empire.” 

his smirk was really starting to make your heart flutter annoy you 

“and so you’re here because...?” you ask rolling your eyes 

“There’s access to the servers from this security room since the facility houses both companies.” 

you snort 

“You’re trying to hack the credit loan company next door?” You try to hold back giggles 

what kind of kings, please you think sarcastically 

here you were stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars and he was trying to hack a credit loan company 

“Information is much more valuable than money sometimes, a big drug smuggler wired money through this place and I want to know how much.” He shrugs 

“Speaking of information...” he says turning to walk right up to your chair  

you’re taken back as he walks right up in your face 

“What’s your name?” He asks placing a hand on either side of your chair 

his weight being balanced on his hands resting on the arm rests of your chair 

his eyes inches from yours 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” you say not backing down from his stare 

it was hard breathing with him so close 

he smiled 

“Let’s trade info then.” He laughed, “a name for a name.” 

“How can I trust you?” You saying tilting your head 

he steps back from you finally giving you room to breathe again 

“You can’t trust me, but I promise that I actually do keep my word... sometimes” 

you looked at him trying to decipher his words 

he looked like that joking smirk was forever an aspect of his face 

but in his eyes 

you thought you saw something genuine 

curiosity maybe 

or something else 

“Fine, my name is y/n.” You give in, “but maybe I’m lying or maybe I’m not.” 

“I’m Lee Jihoon.” He said breaking out into a smile before continuing his hacking 

at that moment your phone vibrated indicating your clients were done with the job 

Jihoon was still bent over his laptop typing away 

you thought about his adorable smirk and how it made your heart skip a beat 

and you blushed, flustered that he showed you up last time 

but this time you’d be the last one laughing 

you unhooked your USB that had been preventing the alarms from going off and ignored the warning window 

and that was when the security room’s alarms started blaring making Jihoon jump 

“Well hate to run while we were having so much fun,” you smirk, “but good luck explaining this to the cops.” 

you ran out the room right as the doors locked behind you 

as you looked back at him after getting into the car 

rather than angry he looked exasperated 

and slightly impressed maybe? 

you drove off before the police really did appear 

“SHE AHAHAHAHA SHE AHAHAHA LOCKED THE ROOM AHAHAHAHA.” Mingyu was dying on the ground laughing 

“I swear I might actually shoot you.” Jihoon said blushing 

“You have to admit she got you.” Joshua said bringing Jihoon a cup of cola and hiding a smile

“SHE FREAKING LOCKED HIM IN THE SECURITY ROOM!” Mingyu howled 

“Wow she must be something.” Jeonghan chuckled, “When was the last time you were caught off-guard, Jihoon? I can’t remember that ever happening.” 

“Luckily you got out before the cops showed.” Seungcheol smiled patting Jihoon on the back 

they were all having a tad bit too much with the situation

“She must not know who she’s messing with.” Minghao said before getting up

“So tell me her name.” Jeonghan snickered

“Y/n.” Jihoon said done with everyone

“I’ll have her file to you by midnight.” with that the gang dispersed, leaving Jihoon to wonder

what kind of person are you?

you had a lot more run-ins with “Lee Jihoon” after that night in the security room

whether you were out doing little jobs or big ones

he always seemed to know where you were

“Are you following me?” you asked him one night 

the both of you were at city hall

you were trying to get into the mayor’s financial plans, info that would sell

and he was connecting to the police line

“Why would I do that?” he retorted 

it was dark so you didn’t see him blushing

but he had indeed followed you here

he wasn’t sure what it was

but you had not only intrigued him and caught his attention

but Jeonghan had been unable to dig up anything on you

which was almost impossible

Jeonghan knew how to get anything on anyone

and so Jihoon was here to find out info the old fashion way

talking

“You seem too smart of a person to be a criminal.” he began looking over your shoulder at the laptop you were working on

“So do you.” you respond ducking out from next to him to continue working

“I’m not a genius, but I think that if you’re not the best at something, you’ll always put more effort into it.” he shrugged

you clicked your laptop shut

“Wanna go get coffee?” you said suddenly

he looked up in surprise

“What?!” 

“It’s almost 5am, and from running into you consistently these past few days, I realized I never thanked you for saving me from that guard. I’m not sorry about the security room thing though, that was funny.” you laughed, “but I’m going to go get coffee and if you want I’ll buy you a cup too, that way we’re even.”

“I don’t see how coffee makes us even.” he snorted

“Fine I’m leaving then.” you briskly turned around and started walking

you hear him jog to catch up to you and fall into step next to you

“Coffee is better than nothing i suppose.”

over a cup of coffee the two of you talked a bit

“So where did you learn how to hack?” you ask

“Are we close enough to be asking those kinds of questions?” he responded taking a sip of his coffee

“I suppose not.” you looked down disappointed 

you weren’t sure about Jihoon

you two had met under dangerous circumstances

and you didn’t know enough about the guy to suddenly start liking him

but every time his eyes met yours

or whenever you watched him swiftly hacking into something

fingers flying over the keyboard the way a pianist’s fingers played the piano

you couldn’t help the feeling of awe and curiosity 

who was he?

Jihoon coughed

“How about we start with what we do for a living?” he laughed, “I think that’s enough for now.”

so you told him a bit about being a hacker for hire

nothing really interesting

besides living 

that’s all there was to it

you were just living your life one job at a time

he sighed

“I think I understand.” he looked out the window 

“I was like that too until I found the others.” he stirred his cup before downing it

“Others?” you ask

“My friends, I guess you’d call them.” 

you pursed your lips

“Don’t you know what friends are?” you asked in return

“I don’t really trust people you know, occupational hazard.” he chuckled

you understood

people too often stab you in the back when you’re doing this kind of job

it was hard to find anyone to trust

his phone buzzed

and you watched as he picked it up

“Looks like I gotta go.” he smiled, “It was actually kind of fun to see how normal people live out of the shadows.”

you nodded in agreement

“It was also nice talking to you.” you said reaching out to shake his hand, “Hopefully our next few run-ins can be on more friendly terms.” you laugh

he reaches for your hand 

gently, as his hand takes yours

and as he pulls you closer to him

“Stay safe.” he says gently into your ear

and then he’s gone

you sit frozen in your spot at what just happened and look over at his empty cup

on the cup are nine letters scrambled up

you stare at it recalling him writing it on his cup when he was talking with you

and you realized 

it’s his number

you pick up the cup, unconsciously smiling

and go home

you don’t see him the next few nights

heck for the whole week you don’t

you half-expected him to melt out of the shadows with a smirk on his face and some teasing comment about your hacking abilities

but he wasn’t around

it was more than a bit worrying

you had his number and you were tempted to call

but could you?

you shook your head as you made your way out that night for your next job

the client had been a bit of a mystery

they called using a disposable phone which wasn’t uncommon 

except they also used voice modulation

suspicious perhaps but you were getting paid

you walked up to the address they had left

a small office building

and climbed in through a window

gently setting your things down you were about to begin when

the whole world went dark

and suddenly the smell of chloroform made the world feel dizzying as you slowly closed your eyes

when you woke up

your head hurt and everything felt upside down

but more than that

what greeted your vision first

was the appearance of a gun

pointed right at you

“You’re up.” 

the voice was rough and you felt like throwing up at the sound of it

“Yea I’m up you freaking asses, what the fuck do you want?”

“We require your services.”

“Then go through the proper channels and pay me you pricks.” you said trying to keep clam

the gun was raised 

“Is this enough payment?’ the voice said indicating the gun

“Whatever, let’s just get this done.” you took deep breaths

not that this hasn’t happened before

but you had never had a gun so close in your face

and it was terrifying to think you might not see the sun rise today

you pulled up to the desk of the room the men were in

and turned on the computer as they watched you

whoever had programmed the firewall for the servers knew what they were doing

you were nearly stumped

until you remembered something Jihoon had done that night in the security room

why did he come up in your thoughts now?

you remembered him telling you to stay safe

and looking at the guys with bullets ready to be fired at you

your eyes started tearing up

you know how these things go

as soon as you were done, you were dead

“Hurry it up.”

you opened the files on the computer and looked through some of it

a lot were mainly book stuff

how much this group was getting paid and when the latest orders for weapons were coming in

you assumed that whoever you were hacking, they must be a competing gang to the men currently holding you captive

you looked deeper into the files until you stumbled across a peculiar file

in it were names

“Yoon Jeonghan” you read to yourself

“likes napping and stealing my cola mostly, overall a good person to talk to” 

“Hong Jisoo” you read the next file

“quiet and also not quiet, good listener.” you were curious

what kind of files were these?

and then one file popped up

“Y/n L/n.” you held your breath

“likes coffee at five am in the morning”

you knew who the computer belonged to 

a bang on the door jolted you from the files

“Fuck!” the men scrambled to brace themselves as the door blew open

you took cover under the desk as you heard bullets going off and yelling

maybe this was all just a bad nightmare

you closed your eyes and silently listed off numbers

a hand gently took yours and you opened your eyes

Jihoon was there with the most adorable and relieved smile on his face

“Well, had I know you were coming to visit me today, I would have bought coffee.” he pulled you up into his arms and gently walked you out the room

“Don’t mind the guns and stuff, I’m sure you’re not all too curious about the guys that tried to kill you.” he said 

you heard an edge to his voice but didn’t look at your surroundings until he had lead you to a separate room with a couch

sitting down with you, it finally hit you

you’re not dying today

you were shaking as he gently placed his arms around you

“I’m surprised you broke through my firewall, guess I have to fix that as soon as possible.” he chuckled wrapping you up in his arms 

“The frick Jihoon.” you laughed smacking his arm, “I almost died and exposed your identity and you’re concerned about your firewall?”

“Well yea.” he smiled, “And I’m trying not to bash their heads in but Seungcheol said that would require a lot of clean up in the morning and I’m not down for that.” 

you weren’t sure if he was joking or not

“Kidding, kidding, they’re all ok and currently being dropped off at the police station with a note that says ‘courtesy of your friendly neighborhood mafia’.”

“I still have no idea if you’re joking or not Jihoon.”

“Let’s just pretend I’m serious then.” he said as you both started laughing

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” you said blushing at hearing your own words

“Why wouldn’t I be, you were the one in trouble here y/n”

“I could have taken them.”

“Sure sure.” he smiled

“Listen, I’m not letting you out of my sight again. I genuinely thought that perhaps it’d be safer for you without interacting with me, but this situation only proved that I can’t let you go anywhere by yourself.” he said turning to face you

“So stay here with me will you?” his eyes looked gently into yours

“I-”

“We have high speed internet and netflix.” he laughed “If you’re interested.”

“So I’d have to live with the mafia?” you asked raising an eyebrow

“No you’re just living in our territory and that way I can see you more often.” he shrugged

“Ok but only if the netflix thing is for sure.” you laugh

and you’re surprised as he gently presses his lips against yours

the scent of something floral and citrusy warming you as his gentle lips kissed yours

“As long as you’re here with me.” he said

MASTERLIST

[princedevitto]

The Golden Lovers Story, Most Beautiful Gay Story in Wrestling Industry

Kota Ibushi (left) and Kenny Omega after their reunion match in Honor Rising 2018. (doc.Voxcatch.fr)

For those of you who watches pro-wrestling probably glad with reunion of Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi dubbed as Golden Lovers. Both man has been long known as one of prolific tag team in pro-wrestling business, especially in Japan. Golden Lovers most notably known with their heated rivalry with Apollo 55, Ryusuke Taguchi and Prince Devitt (now Finn Balor in WWE). But did you know that Golden Lovers is more than meets the eye? They’re not just a tag team, they like brother to each other or you could say long lost sibling.

Story of Golden Lovers is a complex one. For me, they are bromance goals, some would say a happy gay love story but i don’t care as long as they delivers and produce great matches. This story begins around 2008 when Omega’s friend showed him videos of Kota Ibushi working with Japanese promotion, Dramatic Dream Team (DDT). This promotion most notably known because of their comedic matches. Okay, after that Omega seems hooked with Ibushi and thinks that is his destiny to fight him. So he create a challenge video then uploaded it to Youtube. Luckily, DDT saw the video and invite him to Japan and they agreed for a match.

Their first encounter happens in summer 2008 when Ibushi winning after a phoenix splash from top of vending machine. Yes, you read that right, a vending machine. This match also involving scene at the parkit lot and boxes of werehouse. After the match, these duo fell to their emotion, Omega indeed crying covered in sweat. This led to Ibushi responds by saying i love you to Omega.

Early 2009, Omega finally sign a contract with DDT and offically making him part of the roster. DDT claims that the Canadian one is full of potential and could be a great rival for Ibushi. But Omega and Ibushi says no, they don’t want to fight each other they want to be a team, a tag team. Somehow DDT agreed and named them Golden Brothers because their different ethnicities. Later both says they have different name in mind. Thus the Golden Lovers is born.

At first, their gay gimmick seems creepy and many jeered towards them. As time goes by they become beloved and multi time tag team champion in DDT. Golden Lovers become fan favourite with their combining of gay gimmick and multiple sync moves, they put on some of the best chemistry back then. Omega also said that their end goal is marriage. About a year after formed, they go to New Japan Pro Wrestling (NJPW) to rise their name in wrestling business.

In NJPW they engaged a rivalry with Apollo 55 and on October 11, 2010, they win the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Championship, in a match that later named as 2010 match of the year by Tokyo Sports. Golden Lovers then defends the title in their home promotion against former champion and team of Gedo and Jado. Their run ended early January 2011 when they lost the title back to Apollo 55.

This is the time when things start to run differently for both of them. They still formed Golden Lovers, but Ibushi getting more singles opportunites and wins championships. Many wrestling journalist saying what differ them is their talent. Ibushi is naturally talented while Omega is kinda hard working and never give up person, they like Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo of professional wrestling. This led to their second encounter when Ibushi succesfully defends his KO-D Openweight championship.

As time goes by, they are getting less and less fight side by side. Yes they twice won KO-D six man championships with temporary third man. But Ibushi making less appearance for DDT as he signs full time contract with NJPW, making him exclusive for both promotion. With NJPW, Ibushi entered a heated rivalry with Prince Devitt where both competing for IWGP Junior Heavyweight title and Best of Super Junior series. He even briefly goes up to heavyweight classes to be a part of G1 Climax tournament.

Meanwhile, Omega starts his time as singles competitor in DDT. Winning single titles such as KO-D Openweight championship and DDT Extreme Division Championship defeating like of El Generico (Sami Zayn in WWE) and Isami Odaka.

In 2014 Ibushi announce that he move up to heavyweight class. Later that year, Omega signs full time contract with NJPW after his DDT paper expires but still remain in junior heavyweight class. October 2014, Golden Lovers wrestle their last match for DDT in winning way. Month later, Omega make his debut under NJPW contract and revealed as the newest member of Bullet Club, very popular stable in NJPW consisting of foreigners who works in NJPW or simply called gaijin.

Their first meeting in NJPW came when Omega cost Ibushi a IWGP Heavyweight match against AJ Styles, which at that time is the leader of Bullet Club. While Ibushi compete in heavyweight class, Omega makes a name for himself in junior heavyweight division. He wins IWGP Junior Heavyweight title on January 4, 2015 at Wrestle Kingdom 9 defeating Taguchi, then succesfully defend it against Mascara Dorada (Gran Metalik in WWE) and Alex Shelley. On July 5, he lost the title to KUSHIDA and won it again two months later before lost it back to KUSHIDA on January 4, 2016 at Wrestle Kingdom 10.

A day later, Omega and the rest of Bullet Club turned on AJ Styles and named as the new leader while simultaneously declared he is now heavyweight. While Omega rose to main eventer scene in NJPW the opposite happened to Ibushi. Having two full time contracts burnt him out as his neck injuries keeps nagging him. He then subsequently waive those contracts and becoming freelancer. He also participates in World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) inaugural Cruiserweight Classic tournament. Ibushi made it to semifinal where he defeated by then champion, TJ Perkins.

While Ibushi battling in CWC, Omega entered 2016 G1 Climax tournament and wins it, the first gaijin to do so. Eventhough they’re apart, they keep referencing each other. Omega always does Ibushi’s move along G1 Climax, while Ibushi’s gear includes a wing symbol referencing Omega’s finisher move One Winged Angel.

After winning G1, Omega state that he is now surpassed Ibushi as singles competitor while saying he’s waiting for Ibushi here in New Japan while doing his best. Ibushi then responds in separate interview,”You’re lonely aren’t you? Well, i’m right here. Waiting.” As time goes on, both are live their separate lives. Omega making historic three six stars matches with Kazuchika Okada and become first NJPW United States Champion, while Ibushi doing comedic wrestling things such as set up fireworks in his chest, wrestle a sex doll, and fought in merry-go-round theme park and dressed as cartoon character, Tiger Mask W, in NJPW.

And finally the G1 climax season come. Omega of course participates as defending champion. Surprise came when Ibushi also announced as participant but both are placed separate block. Through the G1 Climax there’s a hope that former Golden Lovers will meet each other in finals, including me. Sadly that’s not happen, only Omega makes it to finals. He then lost to eventual champion, Tetsuya Naito. At the backstage after the lost, Ibushi comes to see wounded Omega. They briefly talk before slowly push Ibushi away. This is also first time both meet after 2015 betrayal with AJ Styles.

Ibushi then engaged a rivalry with Bullet Club member, Cody. Both met at Wrestle Kingdom 12 and the golden star emerge victorious following phoenix splash. This match also has tremendous spot when Cody cross-rhodes Ibushi from appron to floor. A day after WK12, Cody is victorious in tag match against Ibushi. After that Cody and Bullet Club trying to beat down Ibushi. When former WWE star wants to hit with a chair, Omega comes and save Ibushi from beat down. He’s risking to lose Bullet Club after once he leave Ibushi for Bullet Club.

Weeks later, Omega lost the US championship to Jay White. After the match, fellow Bullet Club member, Hangman Page, come to the ring, snatch the belt and challenge White. But Omega neglect him and give the belt back to White. An angered Cody then give Omega cross-rhodes and put Omega’s Bullet Club status questioned. Ibushi then runs in through the crowd to save Omega from further beatdown and offers a handshake.

Omega refuse the handshake and seems self-loathingly after betraying Ibushi. When he want to leave Ibushi pulls him and both man shares hug while embracing tears, cheers, and confetti. The Golden Lovers are finally back together.

In an interview after that, Omega declares he always thinks The Golden Lovers are the best team and he miss it. Their relationship probably one most important things in his life. The Canadian also saying that he always waiting for Ibushi, that’s why he doen’t leave NJPW. Golden Lovers also do a adoreable documentary about their reunion and training to together to find rhythm again. And finally at Honor Rising 2018 on February 23 and 24 these duo fighting again side by side againts some Bullet Club member.

For myself The Golden Lovers storyline is probably one of tear jerking moment in professional wrestling. It’s hard to say whether it’s real or kayfabe (wrestling term for fiction story), they stands in blurred line but the fact is many people touched by this happy gay love story. This also proof that gay isn’t a taboo thing in wrestling business.

Professional wrestling is a form of mixed art with athletic sport. There’s no room for homophobe people especially when Omega is reportedly literally bisexual. Like The Rock says, it doesn’t matter if true or not. Just let them deliver storyline and we criticize it in well manner fashion.

It’s interesting where this storyline goes. So many speculations created by internet wrestling community, whether it’s Ibushi joining Bullet Club, Omega kicked out, or there’s gonna be new faction formed. One thing to say from me, i don’t want any betrayal again in Golden Lovers. They’re like meant to be each other. I prefer both battling each other for coveted prize, maybe Kenny Omega vs Kota Ibushi in IWGP Heavyweight championship match? I hope it comes true.

P.S:  Big thanks to Simpsons Reference (@EffingBoring) on twitter for his shared information in his tweets. Also for profightdb.com and cagematch.com for their stats and tokyo-sports.co for interviews that quoted.

[lannette]

On Tour *Corbyn Besson*

Request by: anon

Request: Corbyn imagine?? 2 & 67

Prompts Here

Prompt:

2: I’m right here, okay? You’re all right.

67: Call an ambulance

Paring: Y/N (The reader) × Corbyn Besson

Summary: The boys and Y/N had all been together while the boys were on tour. There was a small fire and they all had been rushed to the hospital. Corbyn was very worried for Y/N since she was in the worst condition.

Warnings: None

Word count: idk

A/N: I rushed the ending since i haven’t uploaded in a long time so it kinda doesnt make sense. I just hope you enjoy the story and i know it took awhile. I’m also working on some more so if you sent me a request I will get to it I swear.

Request Here

(Credit to owner of gif)

In the morning I knew that I only had an hour or two with Corbyn alone. We got up early to eat breakfast with the boys. I had a waffle, bacon, and eggs. Corbyn and the boys had all eaten cereal. I had finished my food and I was waiting for Corbyn to finish. “Alright boys I’m stealing Corbyn for a bit.” I get up to place my dirty plate in the bin. “You ready?” I grab my phone and Corbyn grabs his.

We walked around the streets of New York drinking hot chocolate. “Wanna go in here?” I point to Areo. “Lets go.”

We had shopped for the two hours I had with him. “Alright boys he’s all yours.” I tell the boys as Corbyn lets go of my hand. “He’ll be all yours after the show.” Jonah says smiling. I roll my eyes and kiss Corbyn’s cheek before the boys head off.

It was almost time for the show and i was struggling to find something. I threw on light blue ripped jeans and a Why Don’t We sweater. I slide on my shoes and grab my phone. I had taken an uber to the show. I seen the long line of girls waiting to get in. I walked around the back to get to the boys. I walked down the hallway to see a room that said ‘Crobyn Besson’. I opened the door to see Corbyn pulling up his jeans. I quickly covered my eyes and I hear Corbyn chuckle. “You can open your eyes.” I move my hand and see Corbyn standing there with his arms crossed. “Hey I came to see you before the show.” I hug and kiss him. “Well thanks babe.” He smiles and kisses me again.

“Corbyn we’re on in five, oh hey Y/N.” Jonah stops into his dressing room. “Babe I have to go I’ll see ya.” Corbyn kisses my forehead before walking out to meet with the boys. I was standing in the doorway before I sat down after Corbyn met with the boys. I stayed in his dressing room while they preformed. I watched their performance on the small tv in the dressing room.

The boys and I had just got back from their show. Corbyn plopped himself onto the hotel bed in the room we shared. “Im so tired.” Corbyn lays down and looks over at me. “I know.” I place my hand on his arm and sigh.

The boys had knocked on our door, “come in.” I had yelled. They sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the two of us with their hands behind their backs. “What’s up?’” Corbyn asks. The boys smirked. “What’s going on?” I asked very confused. Jonah shows what was behind his back, it was a bag of popcorn. Jack had another bag of popcorn. Zach had a movie and Daniel also had a movie. “Wanna watch a movie?” Daniel asks. “What ya got?” The boys had me and Corbyn each pick a movie. They were 'Moana’ and 'Cars 3’. “So I see the theme is Disney?” I smiled at the boys. “So which one?” Zach asks tilting his head a bit. “Moana.” “Cars.” Me and Corbyn say two different movies.

In the end we agreed on 'Moana’. I may have seen the movie so much I know every song and word but it’s a good movie. Right?

Me and Corbyn had finished our bowl of popcorn. I look over and see He and the rest of the boys were sleeping. I turned off the movie and fell asleep as well.

The next morning I had heard the boys talking, it sounded like a bunch of mumbles. I opened my eyes slowly and sat up to face them. They all had stopped talking and looked at me. I looked back and forth at all the boys, a few times.

“What’s going on?” I had questioned. “We are discussing our show.” Zach had said. “Oh, okay continue.” I had gotten up and looked at my phone to see what time it was. 8:15 the clock read. I had quickly made it down to breakfast assuming that the boys had already ate.

I had gotten down there to see they still had waffles out. “Yes!” I cheered to myself.

When I got back the boys were still in the room, “im getting in the shower.” I grabbed an outfit for the day. I then took the two towels that were hanging on the door down and closed the bathroom door.

I had gotten out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my head. I had gotten dressed in the bathroom. When I walked out all the boys were gone. I shrugged my shoulders and took the towel off my head. I locked the hotel door knowing that Corbyn had a key already. I started to comb through my hair when I smelled something burning. I walked around the hotel room to see where it was coming from. It wasn’t coming from the room, it was coming from outside. I tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. I pulled the door and tried but nothing happened. I smelled the smoke and I started to see it from under the door. I put my towel under so it would stop it, but it didn’t help so I moved it.

The smoke filled the room and I couldn’t see. “Corbyn!” I yelled coughing as I inhaled the smoke. I was banging on the closed bathroom door, “Corbyn where are you?” I opened the door and he wasn’t in there. The smoke alarms kept ringing and my eyes started to burn. I had to close them and feel my way to the door that leads to the lobby. “Jack, Jonah, Zach, Daniel!” I herd someone jiggle the doorknob, “Y/N are you in there?” I couldn’t tell who it was. “Y/N unlock the door.” I heard a bunch of coughs. The boys were on the other side. “Call an ambulance!” I heard and I had then collapsed onto the floor. “Im trying.” Zach I think answered. I coughed one last time before passing out.

“Y/N.” Is all heard. I opened my eyes and seen I was hooked up to a bunch of stuff. I had a oxegyn mask on that I pulled off. I turned to see Corbyn on my left, “Y/N im right here, okay? You’re all right.” He grabs my hand and kisses my hand. I looked to my right and seen a few medics next to me. “What happened?” I asked looking around. “You passed out from the smoke while you were in our room and we had to have the fire department bust down the door to get you out.” Corbyn explains. “Where are the boys?” I ask. “They are in another ambulance making sure there ok.”

We got to the hospital and they rushed me to a room as quick as possible. Corbyn didn’t leave my side. He held my hand and sat in the chair next to the bed I was laying in.

“I’m gonna be okay Corbyn, I promise.” I didn’t feel sick but my cough was bad. All the smoke I had inhaled has been causing me to cough. “I know but I never wanted to picture you like this, in a hospital bed hooked up to all there machines.” Corbyn wasn’t crying but he was quite upset. “I love you Y/N.” I turned my head and say it back, “I love you too Corbyn.”

We didn’t stay at the hospital for too long. I was the last to be released since I got there last and i was in the worst condition. While they finished test on me the quickly checked up on Corbyn. Once the boys were released they joined me and Corbyn in my room. “Never again.” I had said. “Agreed we all stay by each other’s sides no matter what.” Daniel had said laughing a bit.