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yourmcu · 4 years

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Mesmerized

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 1,388

A/n: sorry it took a while! I really hope this turned out ok I’m so nervous lmfaosdkdk

Warnings: none

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Natasha’s outside the compound by the landing zone, taking light sips on her beer occasionally. The Avengers are having some sort of gathering or low-key party inside to celebrate their victory against Thanos a while back.

They never really had time to gather everybody just after the battle, but Tony contacted everybody for this special night. Natasha just wants to take a break from the games and conversations for a minute.

Speaking of conversations, she rolls her eyes at the thought about something Steve said. Because the tables have turned; if she was the one bugging Steve to date a few years back, he's now bombarding her with names of single people they knew, one of them being Bucky.

“He wouldn’t mind going out to dinner with you sometime.” Steve suggested. But Natasha knows the Winter Soldier and herself are better off as friends.

Natasha gets up when after the guardian’s ship lands smoothly against the grass meters away from her. She moves a few strands of her hair from her face to get a clear view of Thor striding out of the ship as soon as the door opens, along with the other guardians.

“Ah, Romanoff!” The god of thunder grins, patting her on the back. She’s never seen him this happy. Probably because it's all thanks to him the whole universe was free from mad titans – at least for now. “How’s life? Oh, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my friends here… of course you already know rabbit, and tree…”

Greetings and hand shaking fills the friendly atmosphere for a moment. Then you finally catch up with them, nudging Thor’s side and thrusting the large barrel of Asgardian ale into his arms.

“You must be the Black Widow,” you breathe out and offer a warm smile to the redhead, your hand outstretches. “Thor’s told me awesome stories about you guys. Y/N, by the way.”

Natasha nods, slightly breathless like you are but because of... well, you. She returns a smile and introduces herself as well.

“Everything’s pretty tech-y now, s’mazing.” You muse, entering the compound side by side with Natasha. The rest are walking in front of you, chatting among themselves. “I missed this planet.”

She glances sideways at you, “when’s your last visit?”

You chuckle. “I honestly don’t remember when but, it was a brief visit to my hometown and everything looked old fashioned, I think these huge compact disks were all the rage that time, vines- no, not vines-“

“Vinyl records?” Natasha raises an eyebrow, smiling. You laugh, which she finds adorable, and nod. “You and Quill are related, then?” She proceeds to ask since you look like a normal human, no antennas or any odd space stuff you could’ve inherited.

“Oh, no, we’re both half human though,” you shrug. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

She hesitates to tell a bit of her story at first but you seem nice and - accepting, like you’d never judge her. But she does leave out a few parts for another conversation.

Natasha retreats over to Steve who is behind the bar counter when you receive a big hug from Peter and Tony greets you with a “How’s it going, fireball?” and a pat on the back. She figures you want to meet the others, so she sits down across the super soldier to steal glances at you from afar.

“Finally, I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna show - hey!” Steve raises his champagne at Thor and he does the same gesture before hurrying after Bruce. “Is it just me or did Groot get taller?”

You're still joking around with Tony, pretending to hit the still-bandaged wound on his chest, Rhodey laughs along, then Wanda offers you a cocktail and you accept it, thanking her.

Steve’s now going on about Wakanda, also sharing the stories from T’Challa. Natasha’s barely listening but occasionally hum and nod.

“Nat, if you don’t close your mouth you’re going to drool.” He laughs lightheartedly, averting his gaze from her to you. “I guess we have a winner, then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha gets up to grab another beer from the cooler. Steve continues to laugh, having a stupid grin on his face. “Oh c’mon, what’s her name?”

Even saying your name she feels out of breath. There's no point in pretending she isn’t into you now. “This isn’t normal. I just met her tonight and I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

“You’re infatuated, it’s-”

“Hi,” you sit on a stool across from the two avengers, holding an open pack of marshmallows. Natasha lamely excuses herself to fetch a bottle opener. Steve straightens up and extends a hand which you take. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m-”

“Y/N.” Steve says. “Natasha’s been telling me about you.”

“I just thought you seemed nice,” she quickly recovers but her heart is still pounding.

You raise an eyebrow at her and giggle. “I’m flattered. You’re not so bad yourself, Natasha.” It’s true, you think she ‘seemed nice’ too. Sure she sounded so badass when Thor tells you stories but tonight she looks so cozy with her sweater and her hair braided to one side.

“Being surrounded with people like you guys is great but now I just feel like a party trick.” You take out a marshmallow while scanning the room (Steve is now playing pool with Sam, you notice, and you're alone with the redhead).

“What do you mean?”

You hold the marshmallow between your fingertips, igniting it out of nowhere for a second so it roasts just right, then pop it in your mouth. “Pretty useless, right?”

“Maybe if you only used it for something like that, but no,” Natasha smiles softly. “Fire conjuring, bit scary if you ask me. What if you randomly lit something up?”

“I was born with it. I remember having to wear gloves all the time as a child when I first set a houseplant to flames,” you both laugh. “I’m in full control of it now though.”

“S’that why Tony calls you ‘fireball’?”

You let out a laugh again. “Yeah. Or he might’ve forgot my actual name.”

“Y/N! I took the liberty of putting your stuff in the room you’ll be sleeping at.” Thor butts in, grinning from ear to ear, patting you on the head.

“Oh, right. Thanks buddy.”

“You’re welcome!”

Natasha turns to you, “you’re staying?” In her head she's coming up with ways on how to talk to you again once the party’s over and you return to space with the guardians. This just makes it a whole lot easier to get to know you even better.

“Yup, Thor is too. We both agreed on staying for a few weeks to catch up on stuff.” You reply. “I might actually turn in now, ‘think those cocktails are kicking in...”

“I’ll walk with you.” She says without giving it much thought but you nod and smile appreciatively.

“Perfect. It’s the guestroom beside your room.” Thor claps his hands together and walks away.

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“Can I ask you a question?”

You zip your bag and hum before looking up at her.

Natasha's leaning on your doorframe, hesitating. Is she going to fast? Is it too soon to ask? She fiddles with her hands, “do you have any plans tomorrow?”

This is fine. If you say yes or say no then decline her next question, she’ll just forget any of this happened.

“I don’t - well, I think Thor wanted to go out for breakfast but that’s it. Why?”

“Do you... maybe wanna go out?” Natasha asks silently, looking at anywhere but you. “To, you know, catch you up on some of the things you missed. Only if you want to, no pressure.”

But your eyes light up at her words. You kind of expected it, she was showing signs that she likes you all night. And you actually made the Black Widow nervous. “Natasha, I’d love to.”

“Oh,” she sighs in relief, feeling the beat of her heart return to a normal pace. “Well I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk over to her and place a hand on her arm, then lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Good night.”

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chatsu · 3 years

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hi hello hi chelsea !

if you’d like to, wanna ship your moots?

ah okay i'm not prepared & cannot think on the spot

i use the word ' think ' a lot because this is just my opinion and observations so feel free to correct me

++ no particular order, i just went through my follower list and looked for that bright green symbol <3

@maipxilia & iwaizumi — ur recent fic may have been an influence but i honestly think yous would be so cute ahh ! ur v v sweet and always thinking about others, and you share similarities, both supportive, intelligent & well respected (iwaizumi by his underclassmen and u, by me ofc). while iwaizumi is reliable he is also stubborn — who can he depend on ? you !

@missmorosis & bokuto — UR DYNAMIC I'MJSNDNDFJKS ur so comfortable to talk with i remember being ur '<33' anon and that was the first time i ever interacted like ever and u were so welcoming :') bokuto would find that admirable and while he is energetic and playful, when you're around he'd try his hardest to impress you with his wits, and shift to more of a shy demeanour. but since u share many similarities he just becomes his usual, bubbly, loving self. much like u ! idk if he likes rain, but he'd gladly spend his time dancing with u in the rain, even if it's lashing. happy birthday loveee <33

@ellewords & oikawa — i've said this so much but, oblivious idiots to lovers ? need i explain. at first he doesn't understand why there's a pang in his chest when you "reject" his advances, but in all honesty, you'd just grown used to his flirtatious nature and brushed it off, even though you also probably felt something in your chest. butterflies, perhaps. it's only when he labels the photo booth pictures you've taken with terms of endearment, he realises.

@monitsou & kageyama — maybe it's cause ur having a kageyama brainrot but tbh yous would match. he would admire ur kindness but it's when he finds himself laughing with u that he finds comfort and realises lol. i can imagine u as their manager and because u give great advice you would offer him a word or two about his bluntness, but to no avail, cause it's his frank words that confess his feelings for u <3

@xybi & yachi — yes she is intimidated by literally everyone, and she would be intimidated by you but only cause ur v pretty and a single tear would probably shed down her cheeks because of this. she'd become very flustered in your presence and blurt out a handful of compliments — your piano playing, volleyball skills, and most definitely dresses you've sewn, and gift you a dress back. anyways, you both are too cute.

@kohi-zeri & saiki — the disastrous life of saiki k was the first ever anime i had watched, and i loved it sm and when i found out u liked it too ? i knew then and there, i had exquisite taste. i think he'd befriend you, assuming you have similar characteristics, and that he'd rather be friends with u than nendou and kaidou, and to steer clear from teruhashi. but he'd find himself chuckling to your jokes. yes, kusuo saiki, laughing ?? being stubborn and prideful, he would not admit it, but was forced to when you had caught him sabotaging others who had gotten a bit too close LMFAOO. ALSO I JUST SAW UR CARRD AND IT IS SO COOL

@astroqphillic & nishinoya — k i love noya so much he is my number 1, but yous are just too good together omg <33 as expected, he'd fall shy under your gaze but when he found out ur also a libero ?? he is back to his boisterous self. until u compliment him on his receives. whoops, he's gone again. all the flirting n cuddling gets bundled into a box labeled "just friends" because yous are oblivious. until he comes up behind you to give you a back hug. but you. turn around. and lips have met. "just friends" my ass. SOULMATES UR HONOUR.

@mysterystarz & akaashi — i mean, we all saw this coming. who else could it be ? although i was late to ur wedding, i was still able to witness the amount of love akaashi holds for you, and vice versa. it's in his eyes, his playlist when he's handed the aux, and the marks on his hand ?? oh yeah, ink smudges. from writing poems for you with utmost affection. keinova 4 life <3

@rintarhue & sugawara — YOU ARE SO FUN AND LOVING AND EASY TO TALK TO, I LOVE THAT AND I LOVE YOU !! and yk who else would ? sugawara koushi. ah yes, with his soothing yet cheeky personality you both would be perfect, i think. mischievous is the word i'd use to describe your relationship. maybe he'd have you visit his class and you'd become the childrens' favourite ! what a perfect match. jk u match with me, even tumblr said so

63.543 notes ? we clearly have some shippers bae

@shirari & shirabu — okay we haven't interacted much but you seem so kind !! and ur theme is so cute ahsbdh shirabu would probably fall in love with the playlist u made him <33 despite the amount of studying he has to do (medical field things </3) he would definitely spare time for you two <3

@tesoromia & ushijima — u seem so very sweet and i think ushijima would admire that, from afar atleast, being the stoic person he is. but something about the way you dance, fully immersed with the movements and flowing with the music, he can't help but compliment you. expect a lot of compliments, due to his blunt nature.

@planetoru & oikawa — you made him ugly laugh and he contemplated life for a bit. i sense an enemies to lovers typa beat. he started asking all of life's unanswered questions, as well as accusing you of poisoning his coffee cause he felt a funny feeling in his stomach. then he realised you made him laugh cause ur funny, gorgeous, sweet, perfect and he loves you. then i knock him out cause i'm literally going out with u <3 and gojo too even though he could kill me on the spot !

@tooru-luvs & tsukishima — hii i read through a few of your posts to get to know you a bit and i think he would love u ahh <33 u seem very kind but also very determined to get tasks done and he'd admire that ! also sarcasm ? he would definitely love that.

@shoyotime & akaashi — ahh u seem so nice but chaotic and fun at the same time ?? you'd think akaashi would be used to it due to bokuto's enthusiastic personality, but while he seems calm and composed with him, i feel like he'd become flustered whenever you're around ?? he'd definitely go to bokuto for some advice and to accompany him as his wingman when he wants to talk to you HAHBSBD

@kozuelle & kiyoko — k i know u love kenma but kiyoko would be madly in love with u. again, she is one to admire from afar and maybe shower you with compliments once in a while if she's feeling courageous. other times, i feel like she would be big into giving u gifts, or perform acts of service. maybe she'd show up to watch you play the violin, or do ballet and admire your notes ! or perhaps, a heartfelt card showcasing her true feelings for you that she's been harbouring. boom, confession.

@animated-moon & tendou — soulmates yes. he would make custom chocolates for you to help with studies ! unique molds, unique tastes, all curated for you. all the childhood memories really did come in handy along with the several dates you've been on. multiple chocolates placed in a ferris wheel themed box, symbolising your tradition to go on it every year.

@mnzu & kenma — aa u seem so funny and kind !! he is introverted yes, but he has definitely analysed your whole personality while trying to find out more about you. he has vine references memorised with the hope that you will laugh along with him. if you look over his shoulder and into his switch, he's naming his animal crossing island after you. LMFAOO

@elitparadox & kita — U ARE SO SWEET AND KITA WOULD LOVE U !! and he is not afraid to show it. similar to atsumu when he had a cold, he would send baskets full of love for u ! ur fave snacks, fluffy socks, a heartfelt letter. except, he would send this every week, even if you are not sick. a different one yes, but wow you're gonna have so much baskets HAHSBD. you'd been expecting another basket upon hearing a knock at the door, but instead received a confession ! what a lovely exchange <33

@atsuvu & sakusa — no doubt about it, he'd fall in love with your music taste. HAHD IT'S SO GOOD THOUGH. you seem very chill, and he'd admire that, but you're also sweet and funny which he admires too. much to atsumu's dismay when he tells sakusa that he's also extremely funny. also mitski wahh i love her !!

@mattsunbae & tanaka — he'd fall in love with you immediately. best friend's brother typa beat ygm ?? i feel like you and saeko would be best friends for sure, and tanaka would see u, and boom. love at first sight. yeah he'd definitely shower you in compliments every second and knock every male within a 30cm radius. one night you'd be at saeko's house until her window fucking broke ?? you take a glance outside and witness tanaka ryuunosuke. attempting to lift a massive boombox over his shoulder whilst panting heavily, because he had to run back to his house, having initially thought that you were at your own house. boyfriend by big time rush is playing.

@tohman & atsumu — YOU SEEM SO FUNNY AND YOU AND ATSUMU WOULD BE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER !! he'd probably see those men on your phone screen and start bawling with jealousy until you explain that it's from an otome game LMFAOOAOAONDS

@liv-laugh-die & kuroo — u seem very chill but also very sweet and kind !! he'd flirt with u non stop !!! agh i feel like you would be so very cute together, but if you compliment him back,,, whew he'd get so flustered <33

@strawbearisamu & lev — quality time and words of affirmation are his forte ! k while you'd eat spicy ramen, he would definitely attempt !! but once you see tears brimming at the corner of his eye, you have to hold him back from his bowl while he denies that he was ever in pain LMFAO <33 don't be afraid to tell him about your ideas, because he will encourage you and be so supportive ! you can pursue anything <3

@shinalie & bokuto — you seem so kind ahhh and bokuto would fall in love with you at first glance ! he'd compliment everything, from your writing, to your music taste ! everything <33

@moonless-abyss & daishou — yes he is competitive, yes he would fight for your attention. if he ever finds out that kuroo had taken an interest in you ? prepare for war <33

@srkuv & yamaguchi — i feel like he'd bump into you and be so embarrassed bshbhf but you'd reassure him and just like that, he's fallen in love. with your kindness and humour, how could he not ? feel bad for tsukishima though, as he receives a chain full of texts from yamaguchi about none other than you <3

@tetsvhoe / @rantess & kuroo — i think you'd probably report a social media account that was claiming to be you, but in reality it was a fanpage by kuroo. tbh you should've guessed based on the multiple hearts in the pictures and captions, but no regrets as you see a look of panic on kuroo tetsurou's smug, now frightened, face. he'd gift you a kitten as an apology <3

@sakuctsu & osamu — ahh i know we've just interacted recently but you seem very welcoming and so very kind ! he'd listen to your playlist and compliment each song on it. although, your yoga sessions accompanied by rain might be interrupted once you hear the clanging of his pans and ingredients in the kitchen </3 but not to worry, it's a meal just for you ! and he'd add it to his menu <33

#plays +#THIS TOOK ME TOO LONG #i tried to include everyone so #pls tell me if i forgot anyone !#not proofread

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jasongraceisafurry · 3 years

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hi i come offering litpollo headcanons ur welcome /lh

• apollo does that one not so subtle “slicking hair back” move whenever lit just happens to be around, it’s honestly an old habit that never died + homie has absolutely no idea what to do with his hands around his crushes

• leo found out about the fuckboy face trend circling the internet and edited it that exact expression on apollo’s face before sending it to lit. mans almost had a heart attack after he opened his messages

• apollo made lit an “i put the “lit” in illiterate” card one time for april fools

• he immediately felt guilty about it and promised lit he was gonna take him to the most fancy restaurant in a fancy european city soon to make up for it

• they play minecraft together and i’m about to go on a whole ass tangent about that

• lit is terrified of the creepers LMAO

• apollo insists that they put their beds next to each other

• lit’s favorite biome are plain biomes and apollo’s are tundras

• apollo would also collect so cows as pets and grows very attached to them

• lit spends hours comforting his bf when one of the cows unfortunately die 😔

• one dream speedrun video popping up on his YouTube recommended and next thing you know lit’s using words/phrases like “poggers”, “we’re popping off!!”, “it was never meant to be”, “speedrunning x y z”, “___ arc time!” etc

• apollo then introduced him to the dsmp and it all went downhill from there

• they watch lore streams together and stay up to ungodly hours making theories

• apollo LOVES the fan songs and lit always send him new ones he finds

• they share earbuds and listen to said song together

• lit’s guilty pleasure is reading found family fics i don’t make the rules

• lit’s love language is acts of affirmation and apollo’s is gift giving

• both also love quality time

HFHDVJDFZC I LOVE ALL OF THESE

ok but like whenever I see the word fuckboy, I immediately think of tiktok and now I imagine apollo constantly hacking into lits tiktok acc and changing his username to @ captainwuss or some shit so he can’t change it for 30 days. ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ @ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶦⁿʷᵘˢˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗᶦᵏᵗᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᵐʸ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡ @⁻

I relate to lit in being afraid of creepers, I can see him running away from one and running to apollo’s house just to get away from it then it ends up exploding apollo’s house (may or may not be based on me and my friends).

andddd apollo keeping cows as pets reminds me of that one myth with hermes, if that was intentional then that’s a smart move right there 🌚

lit prolly uses slang without knowing the meanings, I see him being like Luke, Alex, and Reggie from jatp and calls apollo wifey or some shit without knowing the meaning of it.

litpollo doing karaoke🔪🔪🔪

lit and I have the same taste, found family fics are my shit maybe this can be a polyamorous relationship with litpollo and my simping ass.

and since most of these are about Minecraft, I wonder how they’re going to teach lit how to use the internet and how hilarious that would be (I’m pretty sure it’s canon he adapts easily but fuck canon, canon is racist) like him finding out about vine and him just quoting vines (especially the Jared 19 vine) also lit uses bing because he’s cool.

#mercury tag #litpollo headcanons #toa headcanons #rrverse headcanons #asks #ask answered #I use the words and like and but too much #litpollo

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Listen

MC...teaching Jumin meme culture

That's all imma say and you can add the rest

You want cuddles? Check

Lots of kisses? Check?

Jumin trying and failing to send a meme to MC and the RFA? Check?

More cuddles and kisses? Double check

A failed attempt where Jumin tries to quote a vien but inatead mixes two up and ends up being something else entirely? Check

Just make it so sweet that we all get diabetes ;D

Mc teaching Jumin the Meme Culture

Okay, so I had some other requests before this but I knew that it would take me some time to get this one finished so I started with this one first because I also didn’t know what memes were ( and the requester had to explain what vien is so RIP ) This is inspired by my beta reader ( thanks baby ) and no, I didn’t get paid for using the card name ,,what do you meme?’’

Tell me if you enjoyed this One Shot! It was a nice challenge LOL

You were sitting on your couch, going through an Instagram meme page when Jumin heard you chuckle to yourself. Your husband decided to check on you. He wanted to know what could possibly make his wife laugh and chuckle to herself. The black haired man looked over your shoulders, his eyes on your phone display as you were scrolling down. He could see a girl that was probably six years old. The girl was smiling and in the background a house was on fire. Jumin slowly began to read what the picture said, ,,When they say that anime is for children’’ Jumin didn’t quite understand what a house on fire had to do with Japanese animation, but he didn’t say anything until you somehow noticed that there was warmth on your back. You turned your head around just to see your husband behind you. ,,Jumin, you made me panic for a second. Is everything okay?’’ you asked him and looked him deep into his eyes. The look of concern made him go soft as he brushed your cheek.

,,Yes, my love. Everything is fine. I was just wondering why you were reading these odd picture captions,’’ he told you and kept staring at your phone. Once again, you chuckled and rubbed with your hand on his arm. ,,Jumin, these aren’t some captions. It’s a meme. You don’t know what memes are?’’ you asked him and couldn’t stop smiling. Your husband shook his head. Once again, he wasn’t up to date… but before he could even feel bad, you pulled him over. He walked around the couch to sit next to you, your hand on his leg as you moved closer to him. Your soft lips touched his cheek as you mumbled in his ear that it was okay ,,For once, I can teach you something,’’ you giggled. ,,My love,’’ Jumin began and stroked your hair with his big manly hand. You looked at him and waited for him to talk to you. ,,You already taught me so many things. You taught me love, happiness, how to relax... I hope you’re not serious,’’ he smiled and then looked back to your phone’s display.

,,So, basically memes are pictures like these and… wait,’’ you sighed and opened google, asking ,,What’s a meme?’’ You quickly hit the button for research and then read out loud what the first page said. ,,An image, video, piece of text, etc., typically humorous in nature, that is copied and spread rapidly by internet users, often with slight variations,’’ you said and looked at him, who seemed to understand. Then you opened Instagram again and scrolled through your phone. This time, a blonde young toddler was seen in a car seat looking disgusted. Jumin read the caption and somehow had to chuckle, but it was odd that people really had time for this.

,,You know! We should invite Zen, Yoosung, Seven and Jaehee. I have a game that’s called ,,’What do you MEME?’ and I think that it could help you to understand memes better!’’ you called out. Well, without waiting for an answer you quickly wrote the RFA what you were planning and… Well, they all had different reactions…

New Chat opened - Help Jumin Han to understand Memes

Mc: Guys, come here and play ,,What would you meme?’’ with us. I just found out that my hubby doesn’t know what memes are

707: on my way

this is gong to be funny

going

Yoosung: I should study but…

I NEED TO RELAX TOO

I’ll come

707: I’ll come and pick you up yoosung boyyy

I will be able to play with elly

Mc: we will keep her save in our room and go downstairs so that Zen doesn’t get an allergic reaction ;)

Zen: You care about me… you should leave him. He doesn’t even know what memes are

Jaehee: Zen, you should care about your career…

besides it’s not nice to try to manipulate a married woman

I will come. I need to analyze this game too

Mc: come here quickly you all :)

MC left the chat

And so it was that you quickly prepared some snacks, took out your old game, and waited for your friends to arrive. When everyone arrived, you finally took your game and mixed the two different samples of cards. ,,I will begin!’’ you giggled happily, making Jumin look more at you than paying attention to the game ,,When u realize that the song u always keep skipping is actually fire,’’ you said and then pulled another card, pulling that one with the house on fire. The RFA and you began to laugh and managed to make Jumin have fun too, as well as possibly understand the game and memes a bit better.

,,When ur parents say that you spend too much time on the phone,’’ Zen said and pulled a card ,,This one fits perfectly,’’ he said, turning over the card, making Yoosung clap in agreement. It was indeed a nice evening and everyone enjoyed playing with you and Jumin. Jumin himself noticed that he would like to play that game once again… The evening passed and you were on Jumin’s lap, your arms around his neck as you nuzzled your head on his soft skin, inhaling his manly scent. ,,I want some kisses, some ,,you did well kisses,’’ he mumbled. And whatever he wanted, you gave it to him, kissing him with all your love, hugging him even tighter as if you would fall off any second…

The next morning you woke up, Jumin already left, but a chat was opened by him. The next chat already explained what happened.

Zen: I think our hard work was in vain. The trust fund kid still doesn’t know how to make a meme.

Yoosung: Mc, you’re beautiful while you sleep, lolol

707: That’s against privacy. Should I call the police for you?

Zen: They will put him in prison for failing at making meme, not taking a pic of his wife.

Mc: *inserts a picture of a puppy with an angry face saying ,,when dumb people make fun of your husband*

And then you left the chat.

It didn’t take long until Jumin came home that night and hugged you for a long time, embarrassed by what he did, but you could make him feel better by hugging him, rubbing his back and giving him a lot of kisses on his nose, cheek, lips and eyes.

,,Maybe we should use vines,’’ you smiled and showed him the app with the funny videos.

The next failure was soon to come.

Jumin: ,,Welcome to Radio T T T T T T T T T T ARGET,’’

Yoosung: I think…

Vines are still too difficult for you, Mr Han XD

Zen: This… Mc, please, do something

707: I should give you a lesson

Mc: I think that my husband is perfect the way he is. I think it’s funny

With that you once again climbed on top of your husband and kissed him deeply on his lips because it was okay. ,,You’re special. This makes it funnier,’’ you laughed and hugged him, putting your head on his chest.

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05.04.2021// 12:31 MEST

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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06:01 am with sungchan ♡

nct's sungchan x fem!reader (ok do u guys know that one vine where its in a party & a girl is vaping & a dude says “wow”? yeah, thats where i got my inspo from)

alternate title: after the afterparty

genre: fluff. pinning. non idol au. party!au (is that a thing?).

word count: 1250~

playlist: melodrama (the whole album) by lorde.

warnings: mentions of some of the nct dream members as well as some mentions of the loona members (not really a warning though). this is set before corona was a thing (pls dont do this now). it is set in a house party (with tension). mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol & smoking. mild swearing. making out perhaps? lower case intended.

a/n: this has been on my mind for awhile now & im really excited to put this out there! it also has more tension compared to the other works so yay :)) i also just wanna take a moment to thank the lovely @nct99 for helping me out with this plot & giving some prompts & ideas too?? :(( she is such a sweetheart & pls she is so talented too ugh im so glad we r mutuals & fellow lorde stans :(( give her love rn or else i will eat ur shower curtains (& nae i hope it was worth the wait! i wish i added more references tho lmaoo)

another graceless night and another house party. this time, it was chenle’s birthday. he is a friend of yours, known for having a huge mansion and known for throwing the best parties regardless of the occasion. come to think of it though, it could easily be the 7th one this week and it’s barely wednesday. the evening passes fast as golden rays already start to gently peek through the thin curtains of the tall windows near the living room, as bodies of wasters are sprawled all over the house.

you lean back on the couch further, a curtain of haze taking up your vision as you inhaled another hit of the fresh blunt. even with the sun rising, you still make most of what you can get before everyone (and everything) starts leaving. you never were a party person until your friends dragged you into it. since that day you found it to be a fun way to get rid of your problems and worries (even if it was just for a few hours). partying (as gross as it sounds) became a routine, even becoming its own cycle. you come, you leave and you have everything in between be a complete blur, maybe even staying completely jaded until the daylight returns. some nights it feels good to kiss and keep busy rather than face the constant harsh reality.

you turn your head to see sungchan, the back of his head resting on the top of the couch right next to you. his leather jacket rubbing against your bare arm. his eyes are closed showing off his long lashes and his pink lips are chapped and parted. he looks seraphic in this light.

to be honest, you didn’t know much about sungchan. all you knew was that he’s the new kid who started getting close with jisung barely a month ago. that led jisung to introduce him to the group and him getting welcomed in with open arms by everyone, except you. it’s not that you hate him or have anything against him, if anything he seems like the most charming people out there. you just have trouble opening up to new people especially when you’re already so comfortable with the others (which he could kind of guess already). but since he joined, he was also dragged into the party scene and often played the role as the designated driver and part-time babysitter (a role that he takes seriously along with jeno). it isn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen wrestling the bottle of gin away from hyejoo, strapping in renjun’s seat belt for him, cleaning up yerim’s vomit or carrying an unconscious donghyuck over his shoulder. come to think of it, he fits in just fine. you have often found yourself near him during parties. just kicking back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you drinking and smoking from time to time. he is the one that notices when you’ve had enough and wanted to leave. maybe you’re more alike than you think?

“feeling good?” he asks, smelling the fresh smoke. he turns his head to you and opens one of his eyes.

you only nod and sigh, turning your head back to the ceiling. waves of calmness hit your head, forcing every burden out. you were about to offer him a hit but you remembered that he would only reject it. but you take another for yourself and he can only stare, completely enamored. we watches the smoke escape your lips in slow.

the thing is, he always had some sort of thing for you. a crush? a person he found cool and therefore admired? a person who he found so damn gorgeous all the time? god knows. all he knew was that there was something in you that was so addictive. on the nights where he’d stay sober, he’d watch you sit by his side, quietly drinking up your little movements and habits. even if he hates the taste of alcohol or the smell of gasoline, he loved how your teeth would close around the liquor-wet lime slices that would sit on the side of your cup and how your smoke always finds a way to leave him stained. he would constantly be falling into this fixation of you. you are etched into his mind as the embodiment of perfection even if you have multiple flaws just like he does. his mind constantly lays restless during the most ungodly hours while all of his dreams show you and him in different dimensions. it hurts him to violently like you like this but how can he not resist when the heartache came from you?

“sungchan,” you quietly call out, turning your head back to him, only to see him already staring.

“hm?” he takes one of your hands, in case you wanted to get up and couldn’t walk.

“may i try something?” you ask him, curiously with your hooded eyes barely holding on to consciousness.

“what is it?” he sits up, trying to help.

you gently push him back into the couch and straddle his hips. his eyes slightly widen and his cheeks turn a rosy red.

“ah, y/n, you’re fucking high.” he warns, stroking your hair and leaning further back.

you only giggle. your finger lifts his chin up, making him look directly at you. his shaky eyes are too irresistible.

“tell me when you wanna stop.”

you take the blunt, inhaling deeply. he continues to hold you, admiring the view while he’s at it.

you then gently pulled him closer by the neck (quite slowly incase he wanted to oppose) to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his plum lips to transfer the smoke into his mouth. he does not fight the feeling, how can he when your lips are the softest thing he has ever felt? the smoke began to seep through as he started to move his lips, eliciting a groan from you. is this what euphoria feels like? his grip on your waist tightens as your arms wrap around his neck, prompting him to go further.

sungchan, almost breathless pulls on your bottom lip, bruising them to then pull away to work at your neck, licking and leaving kisses all over. butterflies filled your stomach for the first time in awhile. you never felt this way towards another person in too long. is it love or desperation? you watch the smoke flow away so gracefully around your bodies, despite what just happened. sungchan pulls away and looks at you, his eyes holding the world. you pray that you didn’t frighten him away.

“you do not know how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, his forehead against yours. you smile in return, pulling away to place a small kiss on his jaw which clenches from the sudden contact. you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his head rests on yours and his cold hands trace patterns against the skin of your back.

“know i think you’re fucking awesome, right?” you hum, making him smile like an idiot.

“hm, no. but i think you should know that i think you’re really fucking awesome, right?” he says holding you tighter and gently swaying from side to side.

“you wanna leave here and get some mcdonalds or something?”

“ooo, what ever happened to the babysitter and designated driver, hm? so what, you plan to leave them here hungover and defenseless?”

“shut up, it’s already dawn. they can take an uber. i just wanna spend time with you right now.”

“alright.”

#efa writes!#nct 2020 #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct 127 #sungchan #sungchan imagines #sungchan drabbles #sungchan fluff #nct sungchan #nct imagines #nct u imagines #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct timestamps #sungchan timestamps #i wanna jump off a bridge these tags better work

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manicdragondreamgirl · 3 years

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I haven’t had chemistry since like 2008, and I’m also an idiot who likes to make my friends upset, so I rated the periodic table in order to tilt my friends:

Hydrogen - this is like your childhood friend who has always been with you more or less and always will be down to get a drink and chill even tho you haven’t spoken in years. Solid bro imo 7.5/10

Helium - always down for a good time, even if probably created Alvin and the Chipmunks which in some places is considered a war crime. 4/10

Lithium - Gives me bitchy vibes and is flammable as fuck if I remember. Skinny bitch with an attitude 3/10

Beryllium - idk this sounds like a sailor moon villain lol for that it can have a 6/10

Boron - more like BORONG amirite ha ha wait no seriously I have no idea lol 5/10 clean neutral rating

Carbon - *screaming* 2/10 I will not be taking questions

Nitrogen - cool cool cool tight tight tight 9/10 Nitrogen just is the cool hot chick you wish you were

Oxygen - kid who takes up all the glory for the group project even tho you did all the work, 4/10 for natural charisma

Fluorine - lol what are you knockoff chlorine lmfao bitch 3/10 reminds me of the dentist

Neon - I can vibe with this boy for his contributions to signs which cause my eyes to scream 8/10 modernized Art Deco thanks you

Sodium - 10/10 this is me and I won’t be taking questions next element

Magnesium - magnesium is a close relative of magnificent and therefore I think the case is closed folks 9/10

Aluminum - 10/10 for providing a home to my Diet Coke addiction I’d be dead without you

Silicon - 6.9/10 :smirk:

Phosphorous - This has a very soundly name and it’s welcome to do that but idk, not a fan, seems like he’d be smelly, 2/10

Sulfur - 1/10 pretty sure that dog farts are purely comprised of this and as such if I was leaving negative ratings I would

Chlorine - 7.8/10 for being in pools so we could swim without brain eating amoeba in the south you a champ

Argon - he seems like a nerd jk this guy has a good color 9/10 for just being himself

Potassium - I hate bananas and this word gives me the physical sensation of biting into one but only by thinking of abstract letters and making them into something which we can nutrientise from bananas and to me that shit is bananas, b a n a n a s — 3/10 for making me sing hollaback girl thru adhd word association

Calcium - hm my brain went to mega milk so you get a 2/10 today bud I don’t make the rules

Scandium - pretty sure this is fake lol what’s next faxdium, e-Mailite and copinium? 5/10

Titanium - this song’s a banger and also is the only thing that lets me wear earrings 10/10

Vanadium - if your erection lasts for longer than like idk it’s supposed to then don’t take vanadium wait what do you mean it’s not an ED treatment 4/10

Chromium - decent bloke shame the browser eats all your memory 5/10

Manganese - if a weeb tries to tell me how to pronounce mayonnaise one more time... 1/10

Iron - excellent tool against the fey, in your blood, what a bro, 10/10 this bitch slaps

Cobalt - has a powerful energy; I respect him. 8/10

Nickel - if I had a nickel for every time someone made this joke lol 5/10 he’s doing his best

Copper - taste bad 3/10

Zinc - isn’t that the dude in the green tunic and white tights who saves premcess Lelda or something lol 7/10 those games are good

Gallium - seems like a prick 4/10

Germanium - sounds like a child pronouncing geraniums which are superior 3/10

Arsenic - bad vibes coach 1/10

Selenium - isn’t this just sailor moon lol 10/10 love this bitch

Bromine - farmine wherever you aremine - 9/10 I love a good bro

Krypton - he’s okay I guess 5/10

Rubidium - yet another Steven universe villain who will be redeemed I imagine 4/10 seems a bit dull

Strontium - I feel nothing when I see this lad’s name and that seems like a shame 1/10 I don’t like it

Yttrium - this is an atrium in Yharnam, or something 8/10 would love to sit in one and make contact with higher beings

Zirconium - oh wait THIS is the sailor moon villain from the dead moon circus! 9/10 I enjoyed that arc

Niobium - seems sassy, I like that in an element 7/10

Molybdenum - I hate this one, rancid. 1/10 for making me have flashbacks to difficult Ancient Greek vocabulary there is no fucking way that sound combination is anything but Beta and Delta borking and then Latin being like oh imma steal that

Technetium - 6/10 decent name but seems a bit forced

Ruthenium - 5/10 kindly old lady element I guess lol

Rhodium - 10/10 this ain’t my first rhodium babee this lad has good vibes what a name what a king

Palladium - 10/10 for making me think of paladins

Silver - 12/10 I’m breaking the rules for this silver is the best it is so cool and also it is the other best tool for dealing with supernatural creatures when iron has failed you highly suggest Even if I am extremely allergic to it going into my ears...wait hold on

Cadmium - 2/10 sounds like a total douche

Indium - 8/10, i just think it’s independent and neat

Tin - 10/10 good ear sounds when involving rain and roof shapes and automatically reminds me of Nora Jones’s come away with me album which is also 10/10

Antimony - 7/10 decent protagonist good name all around seems rad

Tellurium - tell ur mom what? That’s so early 2010s league of legends humor bro 2.5/10

Iodine - strikes fear in my soul from having it poured on my wounds but this is why I have more pain tolerance than god 5.3/10

Xenon - I think this is a declension of Xena warrior princess which is a win in my eyes, 8/10

Caesium - kind of has a cunty Latin name, 4.5/10

Barium - yeah boss, bury’im! 7.5/10 I love a good mobster gag

Lanthanum - A bit pretentious on the Tolkien spectrum sorry bud 3/10 sounds like you’d be the dickwad elf everyone hates

Cerium - 6.5/10 I like this one, gives me a clean vibe

Praseodymium - the fuck who sneezed all their alphabet soup onto the paperwork and called it an element Christ we can’t keep doing this 1.5/10

Neodymium - oh my god what did I just say 1/10

Promethium - thank Christ we’re back to greek 9/10 Prometheus was a Chad I could get behind

Samarium - 5/10 gives me boring wizard vibes

Europium - 4.5/10 don’t rename opium chrissake can’t take these nerds anywhere

Gadolinium - 5/10 it’s a starship knockoff but it’s trying to be bold with the G sound

Terbium - 2/10 I don’t vibe with this one

Dysprosium - sounds like an antidepressant that has a lot of shitty side effects 3/10

Holmium - sounds like someone anxious asking their beloved to hold them 8/10 I like hurt/comfort fics

Erbium - you can’t just describe something as herby you daft bastard 2/10

Thulium - sounds like a spell I like it 8.5/10

Ytterbium - macguffin in a shite sci-fi show that gets highly overrated because BBC produced it and superwholock stans emerge and go utterly feral 1/10

Lutetium - bards are an element I agree 10/10

Hafnium - sounds like a river (my dog) sound and has a cute vibe, I’d offer it head pats 7/10

Tantalum - noooo you can’t be sad yuor so sexe haha 6.9/10 tantalizing

Tungsten - 10/10 this is a lad with history

Rhenium - 5.5/10 it’s ok

Osmium - 4/10 I wasn’t a big wizard of oz fan

Iridium - 9/10 sounds like iridescent and that’s in my top 10 favorite words and concepts

Platinum - 10/10 best Pokémon game

Gold - 7.9/10 all that glitters and all but it’s still pretty on some people, silver is better tho

Mercury - yikes 8/10 so it doesn’t kill me

Thallium - sounds like the brother character in a ps4 exclusive western rpg that oddly falls under the radar in terms of reviews and gets shafted at awards for no reason 7/10 I’ll support you tho

Lead - 2/10 that’s gonna be a no from me dawg pretty sure I still have lead in my hands from stabbing myself with my mechanical pencils

Bismuth - 6/10 sounds good in mouth and reminds me of biscuits for some reason, I’ll take it

Polonium - to thine own self be true so stop trying to act like the arts don’t influence science jk pretty sure this is named for Poland but hey that’s where we get the Witcher so you get a pass 6/10

Astatine - 1/10 I don’t even know what you are

Radon - 7/10 this motherfucker knows his shit and how to party, rad is right

Francium - I bring you francium...and I bring you myrdurdium... 7/10 for a good vine

Radium - killed the video star probably 9/10 I can get behind her

Actinium - as opposed to passtinium I prefer actinium in the voice of writing 8/10

Thorium - overrated Norse god 5/10 because lightning is still cool

Protactinum - sounds like some pretentious condom brand 4/10 wouldn’t do it with a dude who bought these

Uranium - I always thought she was a hot sailor scout 10/10

Neptunium - same for her I knew they weren’t cousins you couldn’t lie to me 4kids 10/10

Plutonium - sounds like a macguffin unfortunately 5/10

Americium - I read this with a pivotal letter missing and nearly died, 7/10 for the laugh

Curium - 10/10 gives me Curie vibes and also reminds me of curiosity which reminds me of—[old yellered before the association could set in]

Berkelium - what I shout when I want Burke (fam dog) to slaughter innocents and raze territories 2/10 world was not meant to know his commands

Californium - 1/10 California is cool with geography but probs could stand to chill with the ego sorry to my friends in Cali

Einsteinium - 6/10 it’s alright but we’re really running out of ideas huh

Fermium - 3/10 this one is porny

Mendelevium - 1/10 my brain didn’t like parsing this and I stand by my earlier statement of running out of good names

Nobelium - 0/10 you didn’t name any noble gases this cowards this gas can’t be a noble oh wait it’s NOBEL I take it back 5/10 seems an alright chap

Lawrencium - fear the old blood my sorry dead hunter’s ass I’ll never get back my life from the hours I spent trying to beat this lava shitting bastard 2/10 for being a boss who eats Taco Bell specifically before being challenged to have fresh lava shit with which to punish you for having the audacity to exist in his space

Rutherfordium - my god what a snob 4.2/10 I respect him a little but only because he sounds like a right lad

Dubnium - DROP THE BASS 10/10

Seoborgium - not sure about this one but it can have a 7/10

Bohrium - as an American English speaker this sound combination makes my pathetic throat become a black hole as I try to properly create the sound of it 10/10 I love when my body becomes a massive void in the universe

Hassium - lazy 2/10

Elements 109-118 can go fuck themselves I hate them all, collective 6.66/10 for their general demonic vibe

#the periodic table #made by an idiot #it’s me your manic dragon dream girl #long post

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miaxeu · 4 years

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS.

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen — dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known — lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage !

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work !

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it !

summer camp sweetheart !

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub

summer camp pals !

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO || EONIA TASKS

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makimakikun · 4 years

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Hey!! Do you have HNS blogs you could recommend? I need more HNS on my dash honestly!

heya!!! welcome to my page. 💖💖💖of course!! i’m always down to talk about my hns blog friends!! i hold all these users in my arms once more. my children,, 💖💖💖@katsuragimaki (jana; another awesome hns blogger that makes a LOT of fun hns content and aus!! i love their content sm!!!)@toma-shinjo (lance; another amazing hns blogger!! they make fun posts, esp about touma, tsubasa, and the english dub!!)@stardoop (doop; another fantastic hns blogger!! they’re the one that made the vine compilation, which is hilarious.)@arashiouji (raf; another wonderful hns blogger!! this is their side blog; they also have a main blog where they post hns content.) @zzamaamiro (zzamaamiro is an actual animator on the show hns!! they post a lot about the show, and have given insight to many scenes, characters, & words/phrases said in it!!)@mlskb (zzamaamiro’s art account!! they make beautiful hns art. check them out!!)@megacarapa (peter; another beautiful hns blogger!! they make a lot of hns memes!! i nearly died when i saw some of them.@animetrashbin37 (kay; another fun hns and more blogger!! they make a lot of gifs and are working on videos, i believe! i love their content.)@futsurintarou (d; another lovely hns blogger!! i love seeing them on my dash!! they also have a main blog.)@hoshiaino-sora (THE OFFICIAL HNS blog!! for all ur hns needs. most of their stuff if in japanese, so if you’re translating, take what it says with a grain of salt, because things can be translated incorrectly often.)@tsukinose-nao (yoma; another hns and more blogger!! they post both hns and non-hns content.)@hoshiai-no-sora-blog (another cool hns blogger!! i enjoy their blog. it’s lovely.)@moontheoretist (another spectacular hns and more blogger that i recently discovered!! they write some in-depth posts regarding episodes & characters!! i haven’t finished reading most of them bc i’ve been busy, but from what i’ve seen, they’re v interesting!!)@itsukiamenos (finn; another nice hns blog!! i see them on my dash sometimes; it’s v nice!!)@cyuutieasuka (lyth; another stunning hns blogger!! i love their content & their blog name? the cutest.)@cute666cheeks (another funny hns bloger!! they make some of the meme posts that i’ve reblogged.) my wrists are starting to hurt, but here’s some of them! i love them, and i love the rest that i didn’t add yet, as well!!! i’ll add more later.i hope you follow them all!! 💕💕💕

#hoshiai no sora #stars align #hoshiai no sora blog #stars align blog #soft tennis anime #anime #anime 2019 #makimakikun #nai answers #hoshiai no sora tennis

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how does someone who knows little-to-nothing about it get into sanders sides? i saw thomas' vines, and i've been sort of tangentially aware that the facets of his personality that he portrayed in the vines have since become characters, but there's a whole bunch of new ones??? what the fuck is a janus???? HELP. tldr where do i find The Lore? plz obi wan ur my only hope

it’s very simple!!! you hyperfixate on thomas sanders’s content in, like, 2016? and then he uploads a video called ‘my true identity’, which is a bit weird, but you love those vine characters. then he uploads more, and it becomes a trend. apparently people in the comments are shipping the prince guy and anxiety. you rewatch the new year’s video an embarrassing amount of times with your dog

i had a whole paragraph here about why i like the series, and why i dropped it and then picked it up again, but it was just a block of lowercase text and i guess it’s kind of hard to read

anyway, here’s the playlist of every episode, but i’m going to put a summary of the series and individual episodes under the readmore, while also ranking them, because i am Special Interesting and i like being useful. and i guess i’m gonna write using. like. actual grammar. if the readmore doesn’t work, then. have fun reading my infodump

here we go

Sanders Sides: A Summary

Fictional Version Of Thomas Sanders (known as Character!Thomas, and will be simply referred to as ‘Thomas’ henceforth) has ‘Sides’, which are parts of his personality that have been exaggerated and personified. It’s a nice little series set in some kind of semi-urban fantasy world, but mostly in Thomas’s living room. It mostly uses the idea of ‘Sides’ to represent the inner schemata of an individual. In simpler terms, you know when you’re conflicted, and you end up arguing with yourself? Yeah, it’s that.

Also, don’t read the comments, unless you want to disregard the care I’ve taken to not put spoilers in the Season 1 Summaries.

Season 1

I’d like to split this into parts, because there are a lot of things in earlier episodes that conflict with later characterisation. However, it’s also fun to watch them, and then rewatch them after some of the longer episodes, and feel your heart shatter!

This half of Season 1 was made solely by Thomas. It tends to be a bit more scattered, and can be watched out of chronological order, or completely skipped. Yes, I’m telling you that you can skip literally all of this section, if you want to. However, these are also the easiest videos to watch, and offer a taste of Silly Sanders Sides Hijinks without the emotional commitment.

My True Identity (6 min) - Thomas delves into the three aspects of his personality; his Logic (Teacher Guy), his Creativity (the Prince, also called Princey), and his Morality (Dad Guy who is Not Thomas’s Dad). At this point, the characters are far more similar to their Vine counterparts, and the characterisation clashes with later episodes. (3/5 - A nice way to see if you’ll enjoy the humour of this series)

Way Too Adult (5 min) - Thomas is asked by his family to help cook Thanksgiving dinner. Dad Guy pops up and discusses with Thomas how he can better learn to take care of himself. Features a talking stove, which is part of the reason why I classify this series as urban fantasy, and the start of a running joke. (2/5 - A fun, albeit rare, look into Dad Guy being responsible. I actually prefer this to My True Identity, but ranks lower due to conflicting with later S1 characterisation.)

Taking On Anxiety with Lilly Singh (6 min) - Thomas hopes and dreams to get rid of his Anxiety, who is a sassy, snide guy, sitting on the staircase. Princey, as the embodiment of Thomas’s hopes and dreams, is... Usurped by an imaginary version of Lilly Singh, who helps teach Thomas how to cope with feeling anxious. (3/5 - Introduces some secret tools that will help us later. The tools are Thomas being able to travel to various places in his head, and also Anxiety.)

A New Year of Lying to Myself... In Song!! (7 min) - The first video wherein you realise that this is A Thing. Thomas welcomes in the new year, hoping that 2017 will be better than 2016. Logic shows up to help him figure out some New Year’s Resolutions, accompanied by Dad Guy and Princey. Anxiety joins in to point out that Thomas has rarely, if ever, kept to his resolutions before. Through the first musical number of the series, the Core Sides and Thomas figure out simple, achievable resolutions that Thomas can use to improve his wellbeing. (4/5 - Unintentional foreshadowing in the form of a bop.)

The Dark Side of Disney (6 min) - Princey, not for the last time, enthuses about the wonders of Disney. However, Anxiety also appears, insisting that Disney is not as wholesome as it first appears. They argue and bond, despite the fact that Thomas still hasn’t redacted his statement regarding his hopes and dreams to get rid of his Anxiety. (2/5 - I have strong feelings on the meaning of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ and ‘The Little Mermaid’, both of which are shrugged off in favour of the tryhard-edgy ‘blegh stockholm syndrome’ and ‘blegh change yourself to get your man’. Still, it’s a fan-favourite for a reason, and the endcard always makes me smile.)

I’m in a Disney Show!! (6 min) - Princey enthuses about the wonders of Disney, because Thomas is in a Disney show. He talks about what happened, while the Sides (mostly Logic) suggest clickbait titles in order to entice people to watch the video. (2/5 - L*gan P*ul is mentioned, as he was also in the episode.)

The Mind vs. The Heart (6 min) - Thomas finds himself split between following his mind, Logic, or his heart, Morality. Features onesies, and looks further into the characters of Logic and Dad Guy. (3/5 - Pretty calm and peaceful, to be honest. It’s nice.)

Then we move onto the second part of Season 1. This is when Thomas’s friend, Joan, began to offer their input into scriptwriting and directing. They’re most of the reason why Sanders Sides is an actual series, instead of being silly skit characters in short vlogs. From here on in, episodes become more complex, and work on an actual timeline.

Alone on Valentines Day (9 min) - Thomas is rather upset that he will be, as the title says, alone on Valentine’s Day. The Sides try to help him figure out how to get a date with an imaginary version of his friend Valerie, but each of them has a weirder way of going about it than the last. (4/5 - Far more cohesive than previous videos, but Thomas still wasn’t fully out as gay, so his hypothetical date is a woman. Yes, I took points off because of that. Yes, I’m about to erase the 3/5 to make it 4/5 because Valerie is a delight.)

Losing My Motivation (9 min) - When Thomas finds himself procrastinating, Logic takes it upon himself to find out which side is causing it. In order to get into a deductive mindset, Logic dresses up as Sherlock, while Dad Guy joins in as Watson. Once the case is solved, an important piece of information is revealed: the Sides have names. (Logic’s name is revealed) (3/5 - It’s just a fun little video, and I can’t keep giving every video from here on in 4/5, or that’ll ruin the whole thingy.)

Sanders Sides Q&A (9 min) - Exactly what it sounds like. There’s not much else to say. (2/5 - I love it, but it’s not really necessary to understand the whole series. It’s just extra characterisation.)

Am I Original? (12 min) - Thomas finds himself in a creative rut, trying to think of a completely original idea. Princey requests full creative control - “full-on Daydream Mode” - in order to rapidly consider and enact many different concepts, all while trying to make something that has never been seen before. (Princey’s name is revealed) (4/5 - Important characterisation for Princey. I originally rated it lower due to Thomas’s inability to rap, but upon rewatching, i found that the ending dialogue between Princey and Thomas was worth two points, rather than the single one I gave it previously.)

My Negative Thinking (13 min) - When Thomas messes up in an audition, his ego - Princey - is out of commission and being cared for by Dad Guy. Therefore, the only Sides available to aid him in this situation are Logic and Anxiety, neither of whom can help Thomas in the way he wants to. Anxiety is worsening Thomas’s mental state, so Logan proposes a debate in order to combat those cognitive distortions. (4/5 - A fan-favourite episode which offers a lot of insight into Logic and Anxiety as characters. It is useful as a tool for identifying cognitive distortions in real life, which may help with the individual’s mental health. Even though it introduces another running joke, it’s educational and fun, and it develops their relationship in a positive manner, I just don’t particularly enjoy it.)

Growing Up (15 min) - It’s Thomas’s birthday! He’s in his late twenties, and he’s still a kid at heart. He hasn’t done his laundry, he's silly and immature, and he feels like he isn’t at the point that he needs to be in his life. Therefore, all the Sides, except for Dad Guy, who ironically embodies Thomas’s inner child, work on trying to make him more mature. (Morality’s name is revealed) (3/5 - Features the concept of Voltron Shirt. I love this episode, but there is a noticeable change in audio quality at the end which affects how enjoyable it is.)

Making Some Changes (15 min) - Back in Thomas’s living room, and in opposition to his view from the last episode, Anxiety is worried about how life changes in unpredictable ways, and especially about losing contact with Thomas’s friends. Therefore, in order to keep Thomas’s friends permanently by his side, Princey gets them all to shapeshift. (3/5 - It might be skippable, but it’s just really, really fun.)

Becoming A Cartoon (10 min) - Adding to the whole urban fantasy thing, it turns out that animators can literally, physically turn people into cartoons. Thomas wants to be a cartoon. Princey catches Anxiety in his arms and says “everybody loves the villain,” and I think that’s all you need to know. (1/5 - Co-stars B*tch H*rtman, known for Fairly Odd Parents, Danny Phantom, and Being A Bigot, who did the character designs for the Sides, if not the actual animation. And the designs are kind of. Eh. Just watch some fanmade animatics.)

Accepting Anxiety (23 min) - Part 1: Excepting Anxiety (10 min), and Part 2: Can Anxiety Be Good? (14 min) - HOO. If the musical number or the animation didn’t clue you in, this video confirms that Sanders Sides is A Thing. Remember how Thomas hoped and dreamt to get rid of his Anxiety? Remember how he never redacted that statement, or even expressed a bit of remorse? Well, here, his wishes come true, and he doesn’t feel bad about it at all! That’s because he has absolutely no shame, caution, or fear of death. Yeah, he’s a mess. Therefore, the Sides make him take them on a magical quest to Anxiety’s Room, in order to un-mess-ify Thomas. (Anxiety’s name is revealed) (5/5 - The team really went above and beyond with this one. Like. Hoo. That’s it. Just. Hoo. Hoo. I’m an owl.)

And that’s Season 1!!! I’m going to add Season 2 in a reblog, because this has taken roughly three hours and it’s been really difficult to not spoil their names!!! which i did anyway because their names are all easier to type from muscle memory!!!

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flystrue · 4 years

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⌠ aubrey joseph. cismale. he/him. ⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only eugene lane. though, around here they’re known as the obsequious. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty two year old mechanic kinda has a reputation of being self - critical and acquiescent. but y’know, they can be magnanimous and conscientious too. typical aries. anyways, welcome home and stay safe gene ! ❞

let’s rock & roll buckerOOS here is a v long intro bc i got rlly ! excited ! abt this rp ! i’m nae ( twenty , she /her , acst / from good ol’ australia ! ) and i’ll be playing eugene lane , whom you can learn more abt below !

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full name : eugene anthony lane .

nickname / alias : gene .

age : twenty two .

gender / pronouns : cismale , he / him .

sexual / romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic .

hometown : born & raised in misty hollow , connecticut , babey !

occupation : mechanic .

could be compared to : grizz visser from the society , monty green from the 100 , rio from money heist .

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.

eugene lane : you’re born in a run - down trailer , broken blinds & shattered kitchenware . born to two parents , one of which is nothing but an absent shadow in your life , and another who carries an edge like knives ━ you’re born on the wrong side of the tracks , but you’re not born there alone . you’re sister is born several minutes before you , and she will stand steadfast by your side throughout every up and down , she will always be there to be your pillar of strength , and that is more than enough love to survive on ━ you are brought up rough , and not just in that busted up trailer park : you blend into the back of classrooms to avoid all the sneers & pestering , but teachers see you , they remember who you are . they say you’ve got a decent brain in that head of yours , something valuable , something to be harnessed into greatness . they say all your opportunities are waiting for you just around the bend ━ it’s a nice dream , although you fail to see your own potential . for now , you have your gadgets & odd science experiments , selling exam answers & reports to students under the bleachers promising A’s , and that’s enough .

the household is a tense one , and your mom & sister fight A LOT : your mom is intolerable and cruel , and your sister is a spitfire that is easily ignited & not easily extinguished ━ you do your best to keep out of your mother’s vengeful path , even if it means looking away when your sister needs you most , even if it means cowering . you are not a fighter , you do not raise your fists or your tone : you prefer the road less bound for conflict , to speak softer & use gentler palms . your father , when he’s around , has said this is weakness : too passive , too eager , but gene can’t see a fault in being kinder than most .

highschool graduation is a sigh of relief , no longer hassled & tormented by peers that you tried and tried to gain respect from . BUT NOW WHAT ? you are at the very bottom of the food - chain , and you have been brought up with nothing but the tendency to only see your faults ━ somehow , you’re offered apprenticeship at a local automobile mechanic in exchange for free labor ━ not ideal when you’re seeking to pull your own weight in that new apartment with your sister that neither can really afford . but you make it work , you take up odd jobs wherever you can find them : drip ‘n dry laundromat , the hollow diner , even your very own from home computer repair business that never really takes off , but it pulls enough to get by until you can navigate your way under a hood , enough to say : THIS IS ALL ME , eugene lane did this ! and that is enough .

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

first and foremost .... he Baby ..... GOD he really does have a big heart !!!! cares abt people a HECK ton !!! everything he does is for his sister + those he loves / befriends !!!

v self critical of himself tho like ... he’s constantly doubting himself and his ability's even though !!!! he’s v smart !!! if u ever need help with anything techy , he’s ur man !

loves his job ... sm ... he fuckin LOVES tinkering with stuff . although he’s really only been an official automobile mechanic for abt a year or so ?? will flip out over cars tho .. he’ll ramble ALL DAY abt his opinions on different manufacturers .

he gives off grandpa vibes ... he hardly curses & he’s in bed by 9 ... yes he watches soap operas in his spare time , and what abt it .

will Never snap back at anyone EVER . he will 100 % always back down from confrontation . the only time he has ever stepped ! tf ! up ! was when he was in his late teens & he ... lost oop . he got rlly badly injured ( permanent hearing loss in his right ear . )

strangely tho ?? he is weirdly CALM abt all this murder stuff . he’ll be like ‘ yeah that’s kinda Freaky , huh ’ but then 5 mins later he’ll be out Walkin’ down dark alley’s or taking in hitch - hikers : /

but he’s also this vine when it comes to anything Creepy

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 .

gonna get my homies mood rings so i know when they need a hug : bad boys bad boys .. . whatcha gonna’ do .. . whatcha gonna do when they come 4 u .... i want a BROTP for him !! YESTERDAY !! bonus points if it’s like a dumb boy band squa d

u was my fuckin’ cinnamon apple : ok i’m kinda’ picturing that .... on / off type relationship ?? they are constantly a are they / aren’t they situation bc one second they’re all over each other and the next they refuse 2 speak to each other .

a strictly platonic gal pal : just a gal that he is genuinely friends with ?? not to get my nerdy pants on but ..... hermione granger / harry potter type deal ?? pls he needs it ... I NEED IT

break his heart i dare u : he’s such a sentimentalist that he grows attached to ppl v quickly so mayb it was first just a fling ?? or mayb a highschool crush gone wrong ?? maybe he’s CURRENTLY crushing on them and they’re gonna’ try and let him down easy BUT

a GIRLFRIEND / BOYFRIEND ?? : just gonna throw it out there ... bc who knows ! he’d be a good boyfriend ... he would open doors 4 u & giv u ..... all his undevoted love and undivided attention ALWAYS .

a bad influence : gene is a goody goody , so this person would probably be pushin him outside his comfort zone ?? ━ maybe they’ve manipulated him in a way ?? got him to do their bidding ?? or mayb he’s just followin them around & tryin’ to keep up w / their shenanigans ??

let’s tell each other secrets , ill go first ... i Hat e u : kinda picturing someone he clashed with in highschool ?? but mayb even someone who just gives him a hard time OR MAYB the person he fought with that last tim e ??

and literally anything else !! pls plot with me ... i lo v e u

#misty.intro #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i only Proof Read this ... once instead of my usual 342 times so we ... so we aint gonna' talk abt it dsffgjk #also tags pl S WORK i Beg

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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*sniffs* CRACK HEADCANON Y’ALL

The Good Doctor

Warning: yeet

Requested: By anon I'd be down to read a crack fic about reader decking Dr. Han in the face after what he did to Shaun at this point. Last episode has got me in tears and I want either a lawsuit, Han to eat his words and try and change, or Shaun to get a job at another hospital and persevere. Or you know. All of the above.

Authors Note: hi fam i am starving rn and i did this crack fic well it aint a fic i did like headcanons but i hope yall think its funny and i loved this request it made me laugh so hard cuz i so wanted to do this to dr hans (i hate him) but hope yall enjoy and im gonna go eat now

oh my god the INSULTS the NERVE that this doctor had to talk to shaun like that

praying a lot....like a lot

asking god to save u from giving his blind butt a whoopin

ever dr. han ever starts talking about shaun like he’s more worthless than toothpaste

“dr...i think we should consider the facts. shaun is a good, no let me rephrase that a great doctor. he is probably smarter than any of us”

of course he has to go against everything you say

you trying to convince the rest of the crew to have a protest

maybe a walk also

they all look at you like, wE nEeD tO dO tHiS pRofEsSiOnAlLy

u kinda didnt care in that moment for real

“is there a way we can sue him for being so rude to my child???????”

u trying ur hardest to convice dr han...again for like the millionth time

u might loose ur job but u kinda DIDN’T CARE

but that day you just lost it...u rlly did just loose it

again he was discussing with melendez and andrews about the dilemma and it just go to u

u couldn’t hold it in no longer with all the anger u had that built up u just let it go

punching dr han felt so satisfying like better than any satisfying vid on youtube

the whole room was shocked

HECK SO WERE U U MIGHT FRICKIN LOSE UR JOB OR WORSE......................................................not make dr han see how dumb and blind he is

u were ready for jail

in fact u welcomed it; just as Lori Grimes welcomed Shane Walsh to her pizza

others that were there tried to calm u down

but u’s the hulk nowwwwww!!!!

“i want to sure him! a lawsuit with how he treated my son!”

everyone was in total shock

with kinda another threatening...attitude you wrote the same words that dr. han said to shaun all those weeks

he laying there on the floor like a rag doll

i dont want to sound idk too mean but...

YOU MADE THAT MAN EAT THAT PAPER REAL QUICK I TELL U THAT

shaun stumbling to the scene and not doing anything about it

others asking him like shaun????

his response would be, “im autistic and not smart enough to handle the situation”

oh the devilish him

he was so sarcastic about that even giving u a wink

silently clapping at how violent u are

a smile appears on his lips

“go y/n go.”

u go to ur son

fr ur legit like that vine that says i want to see my little boi, here he comes, i want to see my little boi

legit u and shaun walk out of there like ur on americas next top model

“who needs them shaun, huh we dont!”

boi if u gots to find shaun another job heck u will AND u will work with him so he has a friend

AND IF U GOTS TO GO TO JAIL THEN SO BE IT

...its was for a wonderful cause

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wanna be tagged in my crap? comment!

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years

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Black Balloon

I have found that making these gifts for all my fandom friends can be a little nerve-wracking because I want so much for my birthday girl to love her gift. It’s especially so when the birthday girl is insanely talented like @artistic-writer. How do I give her a birthday gift worthy of her? She makes the most gorgeous art and weaves the most beautiful words. I don’t know if I succeeded, but happy birthday anyway, my friend! I hate that you’ve been through so much difficulty lately, and I wanted your gift to be extra special. I guess that’s why it ended up being over 6,000 words! I was tossing and turning one night, wracking my brain for the perfect fic for you, when “Black Balloon” by the Goo Goo Dolls got stuck in my head. From there, my muse concocted this rather bizarre, fractured fairy tale of that song. I’m not sure why, but it just felt perfect for you, so happy birthday!

Summary: “The balloon chooses you,” the witch told him, but Killian didn’t want the black one. Then he sees the little blonde girl with a yellow one, and he chases her into the forest. And that, as they say, is how the fairy tale begins . . .

Rating: M for mature situations and brief voyeurism

Words: 6,000 +

Also on Ao3

Part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist series. Previous gifts can be found here ,here , and here.

Tagging @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kday426 @kmomof4 @snidgetsafan @teamhook @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @courtorderedcake @thislassishooked @bethacaciakay @delirious-latenight-laughs @shireness-says @killian-whump @cocohook38 @darkcolinodonorgasm

Baby’s black balloon makes her fly

His brother is dead. When father left two years before, it had hurt, but he didn’t feel numb. Because he had Liam. But now he’s gone, and Killian can feel nothing at all.

He knows hunger is tearing at his stomach, he knows that he should be afraid. But he can’t actually feel any of it. The fear had propelled him to run at least so he wouldn’t end up like Liam with cuts to the bone on his back that would fester and . . . He can’t bring himself to say it. Liam is gone, and nothing else matters.

He is absent from the sights and sounds swirling around him. The carnival ur was only appealing because of the crowds. He could lose his pursuers that way. Children are laughing and squealing with joy, sweethearts are holding swinging hands, loving parents are offering sweets to their exuberant, chubby cheeked children. But no one notices the skinny slave boy in the tattered clothes and bare feet. He doesn’t notice the wrinkled woman with the rainbow-colored scarves until she calls to him.

“Free balloon, my boy?”

He blinks and lifts his head to meet her gray eyes. They are kind, yet mysterious and searching. He tilts his head farther to see the colorful spheres bouncing in the wind at the end of bits of string. He tilts his head in wonder. How do they float that way? It must be magic! He reaches out a trembling hand.

“Oh no, the balloon chooses you!” she shoos him with a gnarled hand. “Back up a bit, and let the balloon come to you.”

She makes a gesture with her hands, perhaps some sort of spell, and the balloons rustle. Then one descends from the rest of the cluster, bouncing against Killian’s shoulder.

“Ah . . .” the woman muses, her eyes piercing his.

“But I don’t want a black one!” Killian protests.

“You don’t?”

He shakes his head and points. “I wanted that yellow one.”

“But this one,” she says as she pulls the string of the black balloon free from the rest, “has chosen you. That’s why they’re free.”

He forces a smile as the woman pats his cheek and then turns away dejectedly, his fist clutching the string. He sees a flash of yellow bobbing above the crowd ahead of him, and at the end of it, a little girl with hair to match. Her dress is brown muslin, scratchy, torn, and dirty. Like his own clothes. Her green eyes widen when she sees him looking her way, and she dashes off.

“Wait!” he cries, running after her. He doesn’t know why he follows; he isn’t going to take her balloon.

She dodges the crowd with practiced ease, but he’s no stranger to disappearing himself, and he keeps up fairly easily. But the lass is fast, and he loses her for a moment as he bursts out of the edges of the carnival grounds. Then he catches sight of the bright yellow and sees the lass dashing into the forest. He takes off as fast as he can, crying out that he isn’t trying to take her balloon. So why is he chasing her then? He doesn’t know.

“I know you’re around here somewhere!” he shouts as he crosses the tree line. “Just show yourself! I won’t hurt you!”

He hears a gasp, then her yellow balloon floats out from behind a large tree, and he jumps around it.

“Found you!”

“My balloon!” she cries, looking up instead of at him.

He looks up as well to see her balloon bouncing through the tops of the tallest trees. Then it breaks free and heads for the clouds, becoming a tiny speak.

“You made me lose my balloon!” she shouts, shoving him in the chest.

“You’re the one who ran! All I wanted was to say hello!”

“Chasing someone isn’t the way to make friends,” she grumbles. Then she gets a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ll just take yours.”

“Hey!” he shouts as she snatches his balloon out of his fist. “That’s mine! It . . . it . . . chose me.”

She just laughs and spins away as he grabs for the string. They do a dance of spins and lunges for a moment, but it doesn’t take long for Killian to grab the string. Yet the girl refuses to let go and a tug of war ensues.

“Let go!”

“No, you let go!”

Then suddenly, the lass screams and throws her free arm around Killian’s neck. He startles before noticing what gave her such a fright. They’re floating through the air at the end of the black balloon.

“Maybe we should let go,” Killian whispers.

“No!” she protests, clinging to him more tightly. “We’re already really high.”

She’s right, he realizes as he looks down to see the ground far, far below. They soar higher and higher, over the tops of the trees, and Killian is now clinging to her just as much as she is to him, their knuckles turning white from clinging so tightly to the string. They seem to pick up speed when they find themselves floating over the ocean, and soon even that is far beneath them as clouds surround them. They are both still wary, but not quite as terrified.

“My name is Killian,” he tells her finally.

“Emma,” she says, her voice trembling.

Maybe only he isn't as terrified. He grips her waist a little tighter, and he gets a mouthful of hair as she tucks herself under his chin. There’s a break in the clouds, and Killian squints to see land ahead. As they draw closer and float lower, he sees that it’s an island. Soon they are floating down through thick jungle. Emma lets out a squeak and buries her face in his chest as the ground rushes up at them. They both crash into the ground, rolling away from one another. Killian opens his eyes just in time to see the black balloon turn to dust and disappear. Emma groans and scrambles to her hands and knees. He sits up and rubs at his hip.

“Look what dropped in,” a voice says. A boy, only a few years older than Killian, is standing above them. More boys of various ages step out from the trees, surrounding he and Emma. She scoots a little closer to him. The older boy squats down with a sinister smile upon his face. “Welcome to Neverland. I’m Peter Pan. Let’s play.”

Coming down the world’s turned over

And angels fall without you there

“Playing” seems to involve tying Emma up (we don’t like girls, Pan says), then shoving her into a makeshift cage. Killian looks sadly at her as she gazes at him through the bars, but he doesn’t think he should cross Pan, so he follows the teenager to a bonfire in the middle of their campsite. Until the moon and stars shine bright, the boys eat, wrestle, and dance. Sometimes they poke at Emma through the bars with sticks and laugh and tease her. She flashes her green eyes at Killian, and he ducks his head in shame. It seems to take forever, but finally all the boys are asleep, and he creeps to Emma’s cage. She’s curled up in the corner, her knees pulled to her chest, crying softly. He says nothing, simply picks up a large rock and starts to smash at the crude locking mechanism.

“Oh, so now you’re going to pretend to be a hero,” she snaps at him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “but you saw his gang. How was I supposed to fight back?”

Luckily a bunch of children aren’t the best at constructing a proper brig, and he manages to get the door open. He reaches his hand out to her, which she eyes warily.

“I think we can make quite the team,” he tells her sincerely.

She manages a smile and slips her hand into his.

Then they run.

It’s dark, but they clasp tightly to one another’s hands, not wanting to get separated in this eerie place. Branches lash at their faces, but they keep running, knowing that as soon as one of the Lost Boys awakens and sees Emma’s cage is empty, they’ll have the entire gang on their tail. Suddenly, there’s a springing noise, and the two of them are suddenly airborne again. They both scream before realizing they’ve been caught in a trap – a net made of vines. They’re an uncomfortable tangle of arms and legs, and Emma starts to cry again. Killian is tempted to get irritated with her tears, until he hears low voices and the net begins to sail through the trees on some sort of pully system. They find themselves swinging through the window of a tree house, then deposited with a crash upon the floor as the net is sliced open. The two of them look up to see two women by the light of flickering lamps; one with blonde hair pulled up in a bun, the other with braided black hair. Both have spears pointed at them.

The blonde relaxes first. “Wait, Pan doesn’t like girls.”

“So?” the other woman asks, keeping a fighting stance. “He looks like a Lost Boy to me.”

“I’m not one of them!” Killian snaps.

“Do you miss your mother?” the blonde asks sweetly.

“Sometimes,” he mumbles, “she’s dead.”

“And your father?”

“He left.”

“See, Tink!” the dark-haired woman says, “Pan will want him, regardless of the girl.”

“Excuse me!” Emma snaps, scrambling to her feet. “The girl has a name, and it’s Emma.”

“Aww, she’s got spunk,” grins the blonde, who Killian gathers is named Tink, “Can’t we keep her, Tiger Lily?”

Tiger Lily scowls but at least drops her spear. “We can’t. Remember Wendy? Besides, Pan will still come for the boy.”

“But he has no mother,” Tink insists, then turns to Emma, “or do you have a mother?”

Emma shakes her head sadly. “My parents left me at the orphanage when I was a baby.”

“Now what,” mutters Tiger Lily, “the shadow won’t take them back if they have no mother.”

“Shadow?” Killian asks with a tilt of his head.

Tink reaches out and pats him on the head, and he wrinkles his nose. “Didn’t the shadow bring you here? Oh, Tiger Lily, they both are so cute!”

“They aren’t puppies, Tink.”

“We didn’t come that way,” Emma speaks up, “it was the black balloon.”

“Balloon?” both women cry out.

“Do you think we could - “ Tink begins.

“I think so, we have enough magic for that,” Tiger Lily finishes for her.

“You have magic?” Killian asks skeptically.

“We’re fairies!” Tink exclaims proudly.

Emma tilts her head. “Then where are your wings?”

Tink’s face falls. “We lost them and then were banished here.”

“I was the Purple Fairy,” Tiger Lily adds, pointing to her chest. Then she gestures to Tink, “She was the Green Fairy.”

“What happened?” Killian asks.

Tink shrugs. “We broke the rules.”

Tiger Lily gasps as she looks out the window to see the darkness of night beginning to abate. “Dawn is coming! We must hurry!”

The fairies rush Killian and Emma down the ladder of their tree house and down to the nearby beach. They send flashes of magic from their palms, and just as dawn breaks over the horizon, a black balloon is clutched in Tiger Lily’s fist. She offers it to them just as shouts from the jungle fill the air.

“Hurry, take it!”

Emma and Killian exchange glances, then grab onto the string at the exact same time. Immediately, they are airborne, and they watch as the fairies wave goodbye as they rush back towards their tree house. By the time the Lost Boys burst onto the beach, the black balloon is so high in the sky they look like an army of ants.

Emma still clings to Killian, but this time she isn’t trembling. They both actually look around this time, awed by the clouds, and the glittering sea below. The balloon takes them lower just as they see a ship come into view.

“I think it’s taking us to that boat,” Emma says.

“Ship,” Killian corrects her, then his heart sinks as he sees a familiar black flag, “a pirate ship,”

They swoop a bit on the wind as they draw closer, and before they have fully prepared, they crash down upon the ship’s wooden deck.

“What have we here.”

Killian and Emma are both sprawled out on their stomachs, and they look up, blinking as the black balloon once again disintegrates right above them. Silhouetted by the morning sun is a man who epitomizes every pirate cliché: feathered hat, handlebar mustache, long curly hair.

“My cabin boy just got washed overboard yesterday,” he says, rubbing his chin, “you two will do nicely.”

His presence and rough voice are so intimidating, that all Emma and Killian can do is swallow hard, their eyes growing wide. The man squats to get closer to them when he realizes they aren’t moving anytime soon.

“Don’t be frightened, me hearties. Tis a pirate’s life for you now!”

You know the lies they always told you

And the love you never knew

What’s the things they never showed you

That swallow the light from the sun inside your room

Killian finishes securing the last canon on the gun deck and looks up to see Emma dumping the captain’s chamber pot over the railing. He walks towards her, admiring her figure in her leather breeches, blouse, and leather vest. Her unruly wavy hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, but her cheeks are sun kissed, and her nose is freckled prettily. At fifteen, she’s grown into a beautiful young woman, and Killian isn’t the only one who’s noticed. He hasn’t liked the looks Captain Blackbeard has been giving her lately, and it makes him wish he hadn’t been promoted from cabin boy to powder monkey. Not much of a promotion for a sixteen-year-old, but he would rather still be at the very bottom rank and more often at Emma’s side.

She chuckles as he comes up next to her. “Are you here to assist me in this disgusting task? Or are you just rubbing it in that you’re above it now?”

He laughs with her as she lifts another chamber pot and tosses its contents into the water. It’s her last one, and she wrinkles her nose in a fetching way as she turns to wash her hands in the rain barrel.

“Emma,” Killian speaks lowly, close to her ear, “I’ve been wanting to talk with you. I’m worried. You’ve grown . . . taller.”

He scratches behind his ear and blushes, knowing he’s stumbling over his words. Emma just smiles knowingly at him, patting his arm.

“Taller? Killian, really.” She leans against the edge of the barrel, gnawing at her lower lip. “I’ve been wrapping my chest as tight as I can, but . . . I’ve noticed the crew looking at me differently anyhow.”

He wonders if he’s included in that statement. He can’t help how his thoughts towards her are changing, but he hopes at least that the gleam in his eye isn’t as uncouth as the rest of the crew. He clears his throat nervously.

“Perhaps at the next port -”

“How?” she cuts him off. “You know what Blackbeard does to deserters.”

Her eyes are wide and fearful, but she hurries away when Blackbeard shouts for her, and Killian’s heart sinks that he has no good answers.

Later, he’s heading down to the armory to check on their store of gunpowder before they make port, and just as he passes the Captain’s quarters, he hears Emma’s name and pauses.

“Why can’t we keep her for our own use, Cap’n?” asks the first mate. “Men at sea have needs, after all.”

“I can’t look at her that way,” Blackbeard snaps, “not when I still remember the lass she was. Others will be the same. Besides, Captain Silver offers good coin for a virgin. Especially one as pretty as Emma.”

“And he’ll be there when we dock at Misthaven?”

“He always is this time of year.”

Killian’s heart sinks. Captain Silver! The same man who killed his brother! He doesn’t care how dangerous it is, he and Emma have to get away. He won’t allow someone he cares about to be harmed by that man. Not again.

Anxious though he is, he waits until they are close enough to shore to make it quickly in the row boat, yet still far enough out to give them a head start. He doesn’t tell Emma until he wakes her from where she sleeps in the hammock below him. Thankfully, he’s earned her trust over all these years, and she comes with no argument. The only concern she expresses as they lower the dinghy to the water as quietly as they can is what will become of Killian if they get caught.

“My safety means nothing if tragedy comes to you,” he tells her as he clasps her hand.

Emma smiles with watery eyes and squeezes back.

They are almost to shore, and the sun is breaking when they hear shouts and turn to see Blackbeard’s ship gaining on them. They are just scrambling out of the dingy when the crew comes racing down the docks towards them. They duck into the busy streets of Misthaven, dodging the crowds just like at that carnival when they were kids. Killian’s heart is pounding, knowing they are out-numbered with only a cutlass a piece to defend themselves. They run as fast as they can, never letting go of one another’s hands.

“A free balloon for the pretty lass?”

The old, wrinkled woman appears out of nowhere, the black balloon pinched between two fingers. They both glance at one another, blinking in shock. Yet the shouts that come from the other end of the street makes the decision for them. They reach for the string at the same moment and almost instantly, they are sailing far above the town, then over the trees.

The cabin that the balloon deposits them in front of has been abandoned for quite some time, judging by the layer dust on the furniture, the weeds overtaking the gardens, and the loose hinges on the front door. But perhaps it could be a home . . .

A thousand boys could never reach you

How could I have been the one?

They manage to carve out a life for themselves in the simple cottage, even coaxing a meager crop from the rocky soil. They sell what they can at market, but never in Misthaven for fear that Blackbeard is still searching for them. There’s another village, smaller and more rustic, farther inland, but the people accept them. At least enough to buy their fruits and vegetables. Their potato crop does well enough to purchase them a goat for milk and a couple of chickens for eggs.

They tell people they are brother and sister, since they live alone together in the one room cabin. They share the one bed without ever really having a discussion about the arrangement. They’ve been together now since she was seven and he was eight. It’s only a sleeping arrangement, nothing more.

Although Killian doubts Emma knows the torture he has endured for the past year sleeping by her side. She’s sixteen now and only grows more beautiful with each passing day. There’s no denying to himself now how deeply he loves her, but he’s unsure. Unsure of her feelings, unsure of how it might change things if he speaks up. So he says nothing; does nothing.

Until one night he hears her sniffling beside him. He rolls over to see her shaking slightly. “Are you okay?” he whispers.

She rolls over, and the moonlight shining through the window illuminates the streaks of tears on her cheeks. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

He swallows, blinks, and words fail him.

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh, Emma,” he breathes, and all he can do is trace her soft cheek, wiping away her tears.

“Never mind,” she mutters, but before she can roll back over, he pulls her close and presses his lips to hers.

Except for occasional knowing smiles and heated glances, nothing much changes during the day after that. But every night, their intimacy grows. Their bed is now filled with passionate kisses, heated touches, gasps, and sighs. But Killian is hesitant to let things go too far, not when Emma is so young, when they’re both so young. He doesn’t want Emma to regret anything.

But one night, he turns from the fire to find Emma standing there nervously, her shift pooled on the floor at her feet. He’s rooted to the spot, too in awe of her body, soft in the light of the moon, the candlelight playing with her hair. She reaches her hand out to him, trembling as she lowers herself to the bed. He thinks he should probably say something as he comes closer, shedding his own clothes as he goes, but he’s left speechless. He lowers himself on top of her, relishing the way she sighs as their skin presses together. He kisses her, slowly at first because he keeps thinking that surely this is a dream, but then she responds eagerly, her fingers tracing down his spine, and the kisses become deeper, hungrier.

Later, he holds her in his arms, both of them damp with sweat, the sheets tangled up around them. She says nothing as he combs the tangles out of her hair with his fingers.

“Did I hurt you?” he finally whispers hoarsely.

Emma tilts her head up to look at him, a shy smile upon her face. “You could never hurt me.”

“But when I . . . ,“ he swallows hard as he trails off, “you cried out.”

She laughs as she scoots up so she can look him better in the face. “And you almost stopped until I told you it was okay.” She runs her fingers through his hair. “And I meant it. It was wonderful.”

Emma leans down, taking his face in her hands, and kisses him softly. He relaxes into the bed, wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you,” he tells her.

“I love you, too.”

They are so euphoric after their night’s activities, that they almost don’t notice the subtle shift towards them in town. It isn’t until they've set up their cart of goods that they notice the townspeople looking at them differently. When Rumplestiltskin, the town magistrate, approaches them with fire in his eyes, Killian shifts slightly to put himself between the man and Emma. They are in town so rarely, that they don’t know the man well, but they’ve heard enough from the villagers to know he leads with a heavy fist. Killian glances over the man’s shoulder at his son, Baelfire. Killian has also never liked the way the magistrate’s son looks at Emma.

“Do not do business with these people!” Rumplestiltskin cries, pointing an accusing finger at them. He pauses dramatically to allow a crowd to gather. “They are either liars or are consumed with deviant lust!”

A gasp ripples through the crowd, and Emma inches closer to Killian’s side.

“They claim to be brother and sister,” the magistrate continues, “yet my son saw them through their window last night engaged in either fornication or unnatural relations for a brother and sister!”

Rage wells up inside of Killian fast and hot. He glances at Emma, who has turned pale as a ghost. Baelfire gazes at the two of them with barely concealed lust, and it turns Killian’s stomach to think of what they had shared last night, something so intimate and beautiful, being turned into voyeurism for this debased young man.

“She’s not his sister, she’s his whore!” a male voice from the crowd shouts, and a hand seems to shoot out from nowhere to grab Emma by the hair. She screams as she’s dragged backwards by a burly, middle-aged man. Killian shouts and lunges at her attacker, but he’s pulled back by the other half of the growing mob. He doesn’t see Baelfire pull a dagger from his boot.

But Emma does. She screams Killian’s name, simultaneously shoving off the growing crowd around her and thrusting her arms towards the young man who is her everything: her best friend, her soul mate, her lover. She can’t lose him. And to everyone’s shock, including hers, magic bursts from her palms and hits Baelfire square in the chest. He goes flying backwards, his dagger slipping from his grip and skittering across the packed dirt.

The mob shifts from dragging Emma the whore down to the ground to backing away from her with fear etched upon their faces. “Witch!” someone cries, and soon it becomes a chant. Killian rushes to Emma’s side.

“Do you trust me?” she asks him.

He doesn’t know why she asks, but he doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”

Emma takes his hand, and before he can blink, they’re both enveloped by a cloud of magic. Then he blinks again, and they are safe in their cabin

“How did you know how to do that?”

Emma shakes her head, her eyes wide. “I - I don’t know!”

Her shaking worsens, and Killian cups her face in his hands to steady her. “You didn’t know you had magic, did you?”

She shakes her head again, her eyes growing wet with tears. “No.” She bites her lower lip, her nervous habit. “Are you afraid of me, too?”

He kisses her with all the love he can convey. “Are you kidding?” he laughs, his forehead pressed against hers. “You were bloody brilliant just then, love. Amazing. You saved my life, you know.”

She lets out a little cry and flings her arms around his neck, kissing him sloppily. He smiles against her lips as he kisses her back. But then shouts from the forest send them jumping apart. Killian grabs their only two chairs and shoves them against the front door. Through the branches of the trees, he can see the flicker of torches even though it’s the middle of the day. His heart sinks as he realizes – they intend to burn a witch today. He doesn’t know what to tell Emma, so he says nothing as she helps him shove their bed against the back door.

“They’ll just burn us both,” Emma tells him in a broken voice.

So she knows.

He pulls her close. “We’ll figure something out.”

“If only that balloon -” Emma breaks off abruptly.

“The balloon!” they both gasp.

“If the fairies could -”

“then surely you can, love,” he finishes for her.

It takes her awhile, but just as a torch flies through their front window, Emma has the string of a black balloon gripped in her fist. Just as the angry mob crashes through their back door, Killian trusts Emma completely once again, and they go flying away on their black balloon.

I saw the world spin beneath you

And scatter like ice from the spoon that was your womb

For two years, they travel this way, with Emma’s black balloons. Kingdom to kingdom, realm to realm, never staying in any one place for too long. They have adventures at times, while at others they fall into a routine of mundane domesticity. They make friends at times, while at others they are secluded in their own little bubble. But always suspicion eventually falls upon them, and they take to the skies once again. So long as they have each other, they are home. No clergy will marry the likes of them, but they vow themselves to one another all the same. In every way that counts, they are one. He is her husband, and she is his wife, whether others recognize it or not.

Today, however, there can be no black balloon. Even if Emma had the strength to conjure one, she couldn’t make it far enough way. They can hear the sounds of the mob surrounding them in the forest, but time is up. Their baby is coming.

Killian puts his arms around her, helping her walk even as she doubles over with her next contraction. He presses his lips together, willing himself to be strong for her. He’s only 19, and he’s already scared enough about being a proper father, and now he can’t even find a safe place for the child’s birth.

“I can’t go on, Killian.”

And suddenly, it appears. Through the mist, as if Killian had wished it there, stands a humble cabin. The sounds of the mob seem louder, closer, so he hurries them to the door.

“We don’t know if we can trust these people,” Emma gasps out.

“We don’t have much of a choice, love.” He prays to every deity he can think of for compassion.

The door opens before they have even reached it, and a grandfatherly looking man with a gray beard is standing in the entryway. He smiles and gestures them forward.

“Come, come, I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

Killian glances curiously at Emma, but she’s in no shape to question this sudden turn of fortune. The man ushers them in, and immediately helps Emma to the cabin’s only bed.

“You should know,” Emma pants between contractions, “that a mob’s after us. I’m a witch. Apparently.”

“First of all, the mob won’t find you here,” the man tells her calmly. “My master, when he left me to watch over this place, ensured that only those who needed assistance could find it.”

Killian idly wonders what he means by that, but he’s far more concerned with the way Emma has pulled up her knees and how hard she’s squeezing his hand.

“And you are not a witch,” the man continues as he fills a basin with boiling water from the fire, “you are filled with the strongest kind of light magic. The kind that only comes when one is the product of true love.”

Even in the midst of her labor, Emma scoffs. “My parents dropped me off at an orphanage. They had no love in them.”

“If there is one thing I recognize, it’s magic. Trust in what I say.”

“You’re a sorcerer,” Killian exclaims.

“No, but my master was.”

He washes his hands and then gathers a knife, salt, and some blankets which he sets near the bed next to the basin of water. He seems to know what he’s doing as he calmly instructs Emma through the rest of her labor. Soon, after one last push and a tremendous cry from Emma, a baby’s wail fills the air. Killian is overwhelmed as the squirming bundle is placed in his arms.

“It’s a boy,” he tells Emma as he hands their child over to her. His heart swells in his chest as he watches Emma – his wife, his love – hold their son close, tenderly stroking his tiny cheek.

“And this one will have strong light magic too,” the man tells them, “a product of your true love.”

Emma looks into Killian’s face with awe as he bends to kiss her. “I love you.”

“What will you name him?” their rescuer asks.

“What about Henry?” Emma suggests.

Killian reaches out to touch his son, and the baby clasps his finger tightly. “I think he likes it.”

The man, they come to find out, goes simply by Wart. With him, they find the steadiest home they’ve had since their youth. Henry speaks his first word, takes his first step, learns to read all in Wart’s small cabin. Emma and Killian make their home with their son in the cabin’s loft. It may not be much, but it is filled with love.

Wart, as he had once told them, had been the apprentice of a sorcerer. What became of his master he would never say, but his cabin was filled with scrolls containing the sorcerer’s prophecies. People would come to the cabin, sometimes even from far away realms, to receive guidance from these prophecies. Sometimes they would pay coin, sometimes they would pay in produce or livestock, but somehow there was always enough provision without any of them having to leave their safe haven.

One day, desperate parents knocked on the door seeking not prophecy, but a magical cure. Their daughter had been bitten by a poisonous spider. Wart, having no magic himself, was about to sadly turn them away, when Emma rushed forward,

“I may be able to help.”

Killian could tell she was nervous, but she reached her palms out towards the child anyway, her magic coming out in that bright, warm light. The black veins of poison marring the girl’s skin slowly disappeared, and color returned to her cheeks. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes.

Killian had never been so proud. The parents were overcome with relief and gratitude. It turned out they lived not far away, and that the little girl, Violet, was about Henry’s age. After that, life in the cabin was filled with even more life, love, and happiness. And many others came to Emma for miracles.

They honestly saw no need for anything more.

And I’ll go on and I’ll lead you home

And all because I’ll become what you became to me

Everything changes on Emma’s 28th birthday. They celebrate simply, as they always do, with singing and a cake. But after Emma blows out her candle, Wart sets a scroll down before her.

“It is time for you to leave. You have a destiny to fulfill.”

“But this is our home!” Emma protests.

“Do you not want us here anymore?” ten-year-old Henry asks, sounding hurt.

“Of course I want you here,” Wart assures, embracing the boy, “if I had my way you would live here always. But . . . read the scroll, Emma.”

“The Savior’s name shall be Emma. In her 28th year, she will find her parents, Snow White and Prince Charming, and break the Dark Curse.”

Killian can tell by the way Emma furrows her brow that she doesn’t believe that the prophecy is about her. But his heart sinks as he turns to the window.

“It’s you, Emma,” Wart insists, “I’ve known since the day you first arrived. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want it hanging over you for ten years. I wanted you to have a home for once, a safe haven. I hope you aren’t angry with me.”

“It’s true, Mom,” Henry says with conviction. “Somehow I just know.”

“Killian?”

He turns from the window at the sound of Emma’s voice. She’s only grown more beautiful as the years have rushed by, more precious to him. Every day he thinks he couldn’t love her more, and then tomorrow comes. He remembers the little girl he first saw with the golden hair and he knows now why he chased after her. He was chasing her light.

“Yes, Emma, it’s true. It has to be.”

She rises from the table and goes to him. “What’s wrong?” she asks gently, cupping his face in her hands.

“I always knew, deep down, that I wasn’t worthy of you,” he whispers hoarsely. “That day, at the carnival? The black balloon was mine. It chose me, Emma. Darkness chose me, but you . . . “

Emma presses her forehead to his, her thumbs making circles on his cheeks. “I choose you, Killian. Every day. Doesn’t that matter more?”

“Emma,” Wart says from his place at the table, “conjure one of those black balloons for me.”

It’s been years since she’s done it, but after a decade of honing her magic in many other ways, she does as he asks with ease.

“Now a yellow one.”

Emma tilts her head in confusion, but humors Wart anyway. The two balloons float up to the ceiling, bouncing and spinning until their strings become entwined. Then an amazing thing happens, the two balloons meld into one; a gray balloon. It floats down, bouncing upon first Killian’s shoulder, then Emma’s. Wart reaches out and grabs its string.

“That day at the carnival, you had just lost your brother, Killian. The enchanted balloons picked up on your pain, your grief, your anger. So the black balloon chose you. They picked up on Emma’s light magic, not yet realized, but just under the surface. So the yellow balloon chose her.” Wart extends the gray balloon to both of them. “But we all have both within us. Each choice we make, we have the opportunity for good or for evil. I see before me two people who have over and over again chosen love.”

Emma reaches out and takes Killian’s hand. He smiles at her, then she reaches out for the string of the balloon.

“Does this mean we’re going on an adventure?” Henry asks, and they chuckle at his eagerness.

So they take one last trip with their black balloon. Gray this time, actually. As the three of them land gracefullly in the middle of a paved street on a dark October night, they look around in awe at this very peculiar realm. They see a man in a brown suit walking a spotted dog on a leash.

“Excuse me, sir,” Killian says, “but what’s the name of this town?”

The man smiles. “Welcome to Storybrooke.”

#cs ff #enchanted forest au #childhood friends #teen romance #angst #angst with a happy ending #fandom birthday playlist #artistic-writer #on her birthday #black balloon #goo goo dolls

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