#but I want to see my fist go thru my ex

[arisatominakos]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 OC LINEUP; this is a glorified tag dump post for my idiots thus far. may get updated in the future with other ocs & if so it will be reblogged to showcase those changes. under the cut will be basic character introductions & they will be in order.

Rylla: wizard spell sword, high elf, genderless( all pronouns ) bisexual, neutralish, 27yo everyone laugh at the youngest member of the party haha

Rylls is my main "Tav" which is the player character. full name: Idrylla Rhea Dhwani Crisanta. they are unmotivated, burntout, tired, & p much going thru the motions. she's the eldest out of like 7 and the first in like a generation or two of elves in her family to be magically inclined so his parents rlly pushed for parentification as a help w/ the kids since her family are fishing merchants, but got sent to study at a wizarding guild schoolesc thing in Baldur's Gate where the fam is from all around. pushed to be the top of their class and the like first apprentice to the head wizard he got framed for attempted murder by a jealous rival and got tossed in jail with a two day pardon to run home and grab a journal that would prove her innocence only to find out her fiance, now ex fiance, had been cheating on them and threw out all their stuff hearing rylla was in jail and was like OH LOL WHOOPS on the way to the dump is when this jackass got abducted by mind flayers like u cant have a more worse day than rylla bc the next day was allso when he had to pay his mortgage taxes so like all that and u still gotta pay bills anyways everyone in camp wants them carnally but rylla does not romance anyone, however he does have a connection with gale that is strictly platonic. rylla is a prodigy & a spell sword

Frye: warrior, mesophlieseses tiefling, he/him cismale home of sexual, somewhat lawful good. or at least he tries, 87yo

Frye Ravensworn is from Baldur's Gate, a oathbroken paladin former flaming fist. after an accident that cost the lives of several innocents he lost faith in the order & left, turning to a life of mercenary work. after feeling as if he wasn't making any difference he "retired" to establish a popular tavern known as The Devil's Fyre( pronounced fire unlike his name Fry-ee bc hehe get it he thinks hes hilarious ) anyways he's Rylla's best friend they have been pals for ages and she usually comes to him when they need to bitch about their life. he does enjoy being a bartender and listening to others rather than being constantly asked about stories of his own adventures. it's rylla that makes him feel as he did when he was younger, having a purpose reigniting that love for life & hope in people once more so when Rylla was taken by mind flayers he picked his sword back up and closed the tavern to set out to find rylla's stupid ass knowing the next time he sees them they could be a mind flayer but at least rylla would die by a friends hand. it's in act 2 we find Frye, at the last light inn helping the harpers & flaming fist protect the tieflings from the shadows. upon seeing rylla he scoops her up & squeezes him so tight one could swear their bones popped. Frye serves as a paladin option to recruit like how mi/thara is, but for like the ~good~ route basically. Frye romances W/yll !

Carnation: druid with a class i made up called underdark druid its got bits of spore shadow sprinkled in but she can grow n manipulate crystals ! bc they are the fauna of the underdark :), auvryrahel drow, she/her cisfemale, violencesexual, evil. fucking evil. dark urge( editors note: this will change no more bhaalspawn but born of a different more fucked up god mayhaps :) ) !, 134yo

a hot pink bitch named breakfast. our favorite cult leader. last name Vasiira. raised in the underdark with a small clan of underdark-druids deep under the earth while i forgot to add her mom to this screencap dump, Momma'Nation, Trielthrae was one of the many exiled loth-drow that formed this little village of which the clan of druids lived, wanting to change the stars of her peers & sick of loth's rule--- she beseeches the gods to grant her a child that would be blessed in their light, to become a holy savior & change the world for her, her village, for the drow, & for everyone. bhaal [ GOD goes here ] read that text & answered, requiring a unholy communion of which Trielthrae gladly gave leaving her with a miraculous pregnancy. enter our little anti-christ, our cute little princess. our beautiful Carnation who was beloved & welcomed by the village with open arms. she wants power, she wants fame, she wants clothes, she wants devotion. the village quickly & completely submitted to her whims wants & needs. bhaal lends her some of his grand power, as technically she is a bhaal spawn. its just complicated. SHES A DEMI-GOD BY BIRTHRIGHT I JUST GOTTA LATER GO FIGURE OUT WHAT GOD ANSWERED HER MOM man loth is pissed about this btw lol mind flayers took her from the shores of the dark lake, this is the first time she has been outside of the underdark & once she saw the night sky at camp she wept in it's beauty. she romances as/tarion, ascendant. he sees her as a equal as she denies bhaal, stealing his power for herself & manipulates the nether brain for her own gain becoming akin to a god. keeping old shit as reference but ew lame heres the new stuff: SHE IS MANIPULATING HIM. as a demi-god shes already capable of doing fucked up shit as is however she plans to kill &/or eat a god to gain its power to become fully divine & having a powerful vampire as a minion in addition to her cult is good, she also manipulates gale to bring her that funny crown & study how to harness it with the guide she supports his journey when its for her benefit not his. she will not end her conquest until she becomes a god wholly. auvryrahel is the name of the specific village / noble house that makes up carnation's cult.

Luella: cleric, but its complicated :), auvryrahel half-drow, she/her bisexual cisfemale, her morality is whatever carnation wants, ageless

undead half-drow handmaiden to Carnation Vasiira. she acts as a nanny, a nurse, a sister, a caregiver, a friend, a confidant, & a puppet. raised from death by Carnation's mother when her daughter was only but six years old via a powerful spell that grants this undead what's left of her fractured soul & a lifespan that allows her to live as long as Carnation wills her to, Luella is devoted completely to her charge. she lives, literally, only to serve her mistress--- having left the underdark in search of her beloved flower when Carnation goes missing after a rare nautiloid sighting near the dark lakes.

G'waine: kith'rak ranger, githyanki, she/they nonbinary lesbian, chaotic good but the good is like for the good of the githyanki not you. fuck you as far as she's concerned, 38yo

UTENA COMPLEX, PRINCE OF THE CRECHE. kith'rak g'waine, a captain of her creche boldly named draa'zvir--- dragon's breath. a warrior of fine make & groom, the pride n joy of her creche the youngest to make captain in it's long history. a skilled warrior, a even better strategist she is calm collected but never cold. a proper leader in the making to eventually take over creche draa'zvir or would have if not captured by mind flayers during the chase of the nautaloid alongside lae'zel, attempting to strike down mind flayers at they attacked other gith. because of this word returned of her capture to her creche & they moved to mourn her as if she were already dead. the fallen dragon prince & the tale of noble, but foolish, sacrifice to save her gith comrades and kill the ghaik invaders. has a bit of a resemblance to a frog & was teased as a child as 'the frog prince' until her merits outshined all her sought to demean her. also she killed them as is her right. romances lae'zel & has a hellva complicated time about the whole orpheus thing. voss knows g'waine, actually a lot of the creche u visit knows them too.

[truly-sincerely]

Word Count: ~900 Content: In 1483, Durge (Maru) interrogates a young Scribe Yanthus about how Gortash has been doing since Bhaal broke up their marriage.

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‘Yani,’ Maru signs, grinning with their teeth on full display. They don’t have Human teeth. ‘Yanthus. Sweet Yani. It’s been so long. You still remember sign, yeah? We absolutely must catch up.’

“Uh, s-sure, Maru. Dammerung... Saer! I’m, uh, I’m supposed to be copying this diagram?” Yani replies, stealing a glance up at the office. They can see Gortash thru the big window, leaning against the window frame, watching the two of them. He’s too far away to tell his expression clearly but Yani thinks he doesn’t look as happy as someone whose long-lost spouse has just miraculously returned from the dead ought to.

‘Take a lunch break,’ Maru signs, grabbing the rolled paper out of Yani’s hand and tossing it on a nearby surface before following Yani’s line of sight up to Gortash. They blow a kiss at their husband, or possibly ex-husband, and then take Yani’s arm in their hand, and pull them out of the warehouse. The Singing Lute is nearby so Maru takes Yani there and sits them down at an outdoor table and then sits across from them. ‘Yani. Where is everyone?’

“Um,” is all Yani can muster.

‘Where’s Karlach?’

“N-neverwinter.”

‘Good for her, I guess. What about the Firecracker?’

“Fytz quit. She’s got a stall now, uh, Stormshore Armory.”

Maru puts their mouth on their fist, leaning on the table for a bit while Yani fidgets. ‘You didn’t join up with Enver’s…’ they hesitate and hold a hand up so they can spell out the next word without it being seen by any bystanders who might understand it, ‘b-a-n-i-t-e-s. Tell me you didn’t.’

“Um. Well, you see…”

“Fuck,” Maru grumbles. ‘Don’t ever let him send you into the sewers for any reason, Yani. Swear it.’

“I, uh, I have to do what he tells me. He’s the, um, high–”

‘Don’t tell me his title. Tell me what’s been going on while I’ve been away.’ They tilt their head until Yani makes eye contact. ‘Is Enver alright?’

“Uh, yeah. Yes. Why wouldn’t he be?” Yani swallows and looks out towards the warehouse. They can just make out the roof peeking out past the breakwater. “Anyway, why couldn’t you ask him?”

“I hate his new boss and he’s being an arsehole about it. I heard that he’s been tangling with the Zhent, is that true?”

Yani puts a hand over their mouth and lowers their voice to barely a whisper, “He’s got all this infernal iron and he’s, um, undercutting the Zhentarim and the Knights of the Shield. He’s got a distributor, a guy named Franc Peartree. Franc’s really good.”

Maru frowns about the infernal iron. ‘I saw Gondian designs hung up in his office. Did you copy those for him?’ Yani nods. ‘At the Hall of Wonders?’ Yani nods. ‘Your talents are wasted on that piece of shit.’

“On Master Gor–”

‘The other one,’ Maru signs before he can finish spelling the name, actually growling under their breath, and holding their hand up, palm out. Yani’s eyes go wide. ‘Calm down. I can blaspheme. He’s not my god.’

“If you don’t mind my asking…”

‘I do mind,’ Maru signs. ‘Don’t ever ask me about my faith. You don’t want to know who I answer to.’

“Sorry.”

‘What’s going on below the warehouse?’ Maru asks, snapping to stop Yani’s eyes dart about nervously. ‘I can hear something down there. In my head. Whatever he’s using as a psychic dampener could use tuning. You can tell him I said that.’

“Experiments,” is all Yani is willing to admit to.

‘Are experiments higher or lower priority than his business before the parliament of peers? If he’s going to secure a seat…’ they trail off. Yani’s not sure why Maru is talking to them about this either. ‘Sorry, Yani.’

“It’s alright, Saer. You’re just worried about him. He’s not… doing great. Since you left. He’s always angry. He doesn’t sleep very much. That’s why a lot of people quit, probably. I mean, I don’t really know.”

‘Why didn’t you quit?’

Yani shrugs. “Nowhere to go, I guess. He misses you.”

Maru nods with their fist and sighs, putting their chin in the palm of their fist.

“You’re not coming back... are you.”

‘I want to, but it’s complicated.’

“N-not to be a shit-stirrer, but um, he’s been courting patriars. Mostly married ones, but not always,” Yani adds hesitantly. Maru shrugs. Oh good, they don’t care. Or… did they not understand what Yani meant? “He’s sleeping with them.”

Maru snorts into their fist. ‘You’re right. You shouldn’t be a shit-stirrer, Yani. It looks terrible on you. But I don’t care who he fucks.’

“So you didn’t leave because he got the wandering eye?”

‘No. Is that what you thought?’

“We all thought you died last Returning Day during the Bhaalspawn attack, but you’re alive, so obviously we were wrong.”

[dragonblobz]

I'm on my bullshit again. No lemons. Just Shinigami goodness. Wrote this to In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3 by Coheed and Cambria.

Ryuk has been around for such a long time. Ever since she had found that notebook sitting on that tree stump years ago. Cover soft looking and beaded with dew. It had looked as if it had been there some time. And, although the pages looked weathered and yellow, there was no mold or outward damage.

Surprising given its location in the middle of the woods. She’d only even seen it because she’d stopped and knelt to retie her shoe. Just an alien black square looking sharp and unreal sitting on that stump just off the jogging trail.

She can remember how the thing had felt when she’d picked it up. Soft in texture. Like careworn leather.

The words “Death Note" emblazoned on the cover had made her feel a little unsettled. Eerie out here in the predawn misty quiet.

A silent voice inside her mind had whispered that maybe she should put it right back down on that stump and keep running. As far and as fast as she could.

Another voice, vapid and cunning, had laughed at the absurdity of such a book, with such a title, being left out here in the middle of nowhere.

She hadn’t left it there. Without opening it, she’d tucked it under her arm and continued on her morning run.

She performed all the menial tasks of her daily life, forgetting all about that Death Note leaving dew marks on her dining room table.

Breakfast was bland. Work was tedious. No different than any other day. Even when she’d reentered her home and plopped her work bag next to the thing, her eyes really didn’t focus on it.

It was the tall bony Shinigami standing in her kitchen that finally arrested her fuzzy mind from the blandness of living.

He hadn’t even been looking at her. Instead, the spinous processes of his vertebrae pressed onto the dark material upon his long back as he leaned over her counter. Observing a bowl of fruit as if it were a still life masterpiece.

She hadn’t moved. Was utterly frozen. Just watching this creature as it looked at her food.

“What’s all this junk? Taking up room that could be used for perfectly good apples.” It’s voice, low and yet raspy, grated on her eardrums as it lifted a hand and poked a claw into the ripe flesh of an orange. The movement causing several pieces of fruit to fall out of the over filled bowl entirely.

With a deft movement, the creature caught the only apple which had exited the bowl. Rubbed it with the pad of it’s thumb as it finally lifted it’s face to look at her.

It’s face………

Cadaverous. Eyes beady and large and yellow. Nose squashed. Like a mummy who’d decided to affix it’s hair for a punk rock concert. It was even sporting a dangling silver earring on one of it’s little ears.

At her gawping expression, it had smiled. Wide thin dark mouth sporting a row of razor teeth appearing aged and yellow.

“No screaming, eh? Hiya, Y/N.”

She hadn’t bothered to question how this thing knew her name.

“Um…….. hi?” Her own voice sounded dry and distant in her ears. “And you are?”

It bit into that apple, it’s eyes closing. As if savoring the fruit. A stray drop of the juice dribbled down onto it’s chin.

It said a word. But muffled thru a mouthful of apple, it nearly sounded like a retch.

“Ex….Excuse me? I didn’t…… I didn’t quite understand that.”

“Not a good listener tho. Ah well. Nobody is perfect.” It’s long tongue snaked out to swipe at that bead of juice as the creature had studied her.

Raising it’s free hand, it extended a long bony finger. She noticed now the rings glinting on his hands.

“I. Am. Ryuk.” He said it very slowly. As if she might have been a child who might not understand. But there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm or ill temper in it’s behavior.

“So….. Ryuk…… why…… um…. What……. What do you want?”

At this, it’s smile had widened.

“I’m just here Y/N. YOU are the one that picked up the Death Note.”

Imagery of that notebook popped up in her head.

“I….. I did……”

“Yes. You did. And I’ll be with you until you die now. Or I do.” It was leering now. “Whichever comes first.”

“I see….” She didn’t really see. Turned from him and went into the dining room to pick up that notebook. Opening it. Reading the first thing written on the inside of the cover out loud.

“The human whose name is written in this note shall die.”

It had been frightening in retrospect. Not those words. Not that Death Note. Not even the monster standing in the doorway happily crunching it’s way thru a second apple and watching her.

What had been utterly terrifying was that she had not blanched. Had not set this note down and backed away. Had not told that creature to take it and go.

Instead, she’d stood there. Continuing to read. A name and face already coming to mind.

A face belonging to a monster who’d put that apple eating shark mouthed monster to utter shame. The man who’d killed someone she had loved.

Without looking away from the Death Note, she’d reached over and started rummaging thru her work bag. Fingers shaking and fumbling at keys and change.

“Never can find what you’re looking for if your bag is too full, Y/N.” Ryuk looked vastly amused. “You’re not even going to question the validity of the Note? That’s what you humans usually do.”

She hadn’t answered. Simply gasped as her fingers had clutched onto a great fistful of bullshit in her bag. Lifting the whole mess out to drop carelessly on the table. Chapstick and a tampon scattering across the surface.

And there, rolling and coming to rest against an old broken key chain, had been a blue ink pen.

She’d looked up at Ryuk. Eyes wide, almost manic.

“Any person?”

He smiled again. Repeated her words.

“Any living person.”

There had been no eloquence. No artfulness nor ritualistic care taken in that first death. She had scratched the name onto the paper. And a way to die. Almost stabbing it in. Breathing coming out in ragged desperate gasping.

After the deed had been done, the pen clattered to the floor as she’d wept. Fingers numb.

It hadn’t occurred to her that there would be no way to instantly verify this death. Not until that moment. And so, with a frustrated cry, she’d slapped the Death Note onto the table and fled into her bedroom. Right over to the dark corner to collapse, wrap her arms around her knees, stuff her face into her knees, and cry as a child. Ryuk following her, tilting his head quizzically at this suffering.

“Why are you crying? You couldn’t have liked that human if you wanted them to die.”

“Please…… please go.”

But he didn’t. Simply had sank down. Knobby knees on either side of his ghastly face as he sat across from her.

“I told you. I’m here till you die, Y/N.” There was no camaraderie or sympathy in his voice. It had been matter of fact. “But this surely will get boring very soon, won’t it?”

“When will I know if he died?”

Ryuk smiled again. Leering.

“My my. Impatient aren’t you. Actually that’s a quality I like about you humans. As for your question, I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.” His eyes glint as his smile turns wicked. “You could always write a name belonging to someone closer. If you’re seeking validation, of course.”

“There isn’t anyone else I wanna kill.”

“Then this is going to get very boring very quickly, Y/N.”

She hadn’t had to wait long. Two days later, she’d received correspondence that her presence would no longer be required at a hearing. The defendant was dead.

A quick Google search verified that the person had died just as she’d written.

Setting the phone down, fingers numb, she'd simply looked up at her Shinigami.

She knew that’s what he was now. She’d been peppering him with questions about himself and his kind. And about the Death Note. He hadn’t answered many of them. At least, not until she’d given him an angelic grin and revealed a bag of bright green apples.

“Your apples can be green???” He'd looked absolutely delighted. And had been far more forthcoming.

“He’s dead. He’s really……. Gone…….”

Ryuk merely grunted in visceral enjoyment as he popped the core of that Granny Smith into his maw.

Without warning, she’d reached forward, patting at another errant drop of juice on his chin with a Kleenex she’d just snatched from the box. The action was mainly impulsive. And she’d laughed.

“You’re so messy.”

The Shinigami had frozen. Utterly motionless. He didn’t breathe himself. Statue still. Simply looking at her.

The years passed by like this. The shock and relief provided by this first killing soon giving way to an almost comfortable routine. She didn’t go on a wholesale slaughter. And often targeted those who hurt children. The pain of such cases resonating with the events of her own life.

And there were so. Many. Apples. Loads of them. Ryuk loved all kinds. Although he did seem preferential to Honey Crisp. She never once could get him to try another fruit. And she DID try. Not even a damn orange.

“It’s yummy. Ya know, for somebody that says he gets bored easily, you sure are picky.” She waggled the bright fruit.

“I’ve watched you peel one of those things. What sort of food makes you work so hard? Now THIS……” He'd held up his half eaten apple. “THIS is the pinnacle of crisp and juicy. Now leave that orange wherever you found it, if you please.”

Time was littered with conversations as simple as these, intermingled with serious discussions in which he was as non informative as ever.

It was one of these more serious conversations which followed an observation on her part.

She’d noticed changes in him. Very slight. But she was simply around him so much that she could see them. His movements had become slower. More careful. His speech slowed as well. As if he might be thinking more carefully. Or even forgetting things. She never once pointed this out.

Not until, one day, after clearing 6 entire apples, he’d actually groaned as he’d flopped upon her couch. Long booted feet hanging over one of the arms.

She plops next to him. Poking at one of the skulls on his belt. He’d long since stopped being surprised by her impulsive touches and nearness. Her humanness. Simply tolerating it.

“Are you hurting, Ryuk?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Oh. No reason.”

“I’m dying, Y/N.”

For once, it is she who freezes.

“I thought Shinigami lived a long time.”

“We do. My time is simply running out.” He’s just watching her.

“You’d said….. you’d said that you guys get more years by taking ours.”

“We do.”

She stops toying with that skull entirely. Turns her body so that she’s facing him directly.

“Is it time, then?” She’s oddly unafraid.

“Time for what?”

“For you to….. ya know…… write my name in YOUR Death Note?”

At this, he chuckles.

“I’m not going to write your name.”

She looks confused.

“But….. why not?”

Now he’s actually laughing.

“Do you WANT me to write your name in my Death Note?”

She chews on her bottom lip. Reaching out to pat his chest. Once again, he doesn’t react.

“I don’t want you to die.”

He laughs again. But there is no more true mirth in the sound.

“Why?”

She counters.

“Why won’t you write my name?”

“I am not entirely sure, Y/N.” The slight confusion in his voice gives credence to this answer.

“Well. I am sure.” She’s staring intently at him. “Everything ends, Ryuk. Nobody ever stays. Nothing is constant. I’ve never had a single person ever remain in my life. Except….. except you.”

He sighs. Patiently repeating himself.

“I will be with you until you die.”

“I don’t care if it’s because you have to be here. You’re still HERE……. Will it be soon?”

That same, toothy leer.

“You know I won’t tell you your lifespan, Y/N.”

“I don’t mean me.”

He just looks at her. She’s never seen his face so expressionless. Then repeats yet again.

“I will be with you until you die. Or until I do.”

“I will write my own name then. Will that do it?”

“Stop being foolish. Be a dear and get me another apple won’t you?”

“Yeah….. I will. But I’m not done.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” He chuckles.

It is as if this conversation opens a chasm in this inevitable process. Everything about Ryuk is changing. And so quickly.

Already emaciated and pale, even his dark lips turn papery and light grey. His hair grays too. Yellow eyes growing filmy where they had been so keen before. As if, when the aging process actually begins in a Shinigami, it is accelerated.

It is barely 2 weeks after this conversation that he gives a defeated grunt, sprawled on her bed as she’s on her laptop.

“I can’t get up.” He barks out a laugh. As if this is genuinely funny to him.

She closes her laptop and rises from her chair. Turning and walking over to the bed to flop next to him. Staring at the ceiling just as he is.

“You want another apple?”

“Thank you, Y/N. But I do not.”

“That close, huh.”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Will the Death Note still work? When you’re gone I mean.”

“Yes.”

Her voice is oddly cold.

“Do death gods go to hell? I cant go to heaven or hell. What about you?”

He doesn’t answer for several minutes. She doesn’t speak either. Finally…

“I suppose we will end up in the same place, Y/N.”

“I'm glad.” She turns her face to look at him. “I’ll need something before you go.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“The Shinigami eyes.”

At this, Ryuk turns his face as well. And they just stare at each other.

“Clever greedy impatient girl.” The insult is almost affectionate. “Are you truly that afraid to die alone?”

“Nobody should die alone. And this way, neither of us will half to. Half my lifespan for the Shinigami eyes. We’ll die at the same time.” She looks back up at the ceiling. He does too.

When he feels her fingers intertwining with his, as always, he doesn’t react.

“I never actually made that offer to you. Merely spoke of it.”

“I don’t care. I want the Shinigami eyes.”

He turns his face to her.

“Who am I to turn down such a lucrative deal?”

She sees his hand coming towards her face. Closes her eyes.

When she opens them again, the picture of her and some old friends on the wall is noticeably different. One face, the face of the friend who’d committed suicide years before, is clear and unblemished. The other faces each have a name and numbers above them.

And when she looks back at Ryuk, she sees that his hair is once again jet black. Eyes just as clear and sharp as she remembers. He leers at her. Squeezes her hand as she’s squeezing his.

“I’ll take that apple as well. If the offer is still there.”

She grins.

“You got a new lease on life and you STILL won’t try an orange?”

He scoffs.

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: wow it’s been awhile how is everyone?! I apologize for being a shitty writer but sometimes you just don’t have motivation

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter 11

“You’re up early.” You heard and you looked up from your laptop. “I could say the same for you. You always needed your beauty rest.” You joked and Rin laughed. “You do know work can wait. You shouldn’t overwork yourself.” Rin pointed out. “I know, this isn’t really work. I was so distracted yesterday with our talk that I didn’t get a lesson plan ready for the kids so I have to rush and do it right now because I have the kids on a schedule and—“

“Relax.” You felt his rough hands on your shoulders. You completely froze, your heart started racing. “Like I said you overwork yourself. When I finish packing up all my crap you can teach me and we can do it together, okay?” Rin leaned forward to see your face. “Um..yeah sure.” You gulped and looked back at the screen. “Oi, your face is red. You have a fever or something?” Rin asked and tried touching your forehead but you smacked his hand away. “No I’m fine. No fever.” You assured and took a sip of your tea. “Oh so you’re falling for me is that it? Did I make you blush?” He teased and you elbowed his stomach. He winced and hunched forward. “Go pack or stay with Osamu.” You muttered and began to furiously type on your laptop.

“Alright Alright geez. Don’t miss me too much.” He said sarcastically and you rolled your eyes. “Wait before I go.” He said and you looked up with raised brows. “You’re allowed to have pets here right?” He said. “Yeah why?” You asked. “I have my dog...remember..?” He bit his lip. “Oh geez.” You groaned and rubbed your temples. “Don’t worry, he has his shots and everything. He’s trained too. Like he plays dead and stuff.” He said. “Plays dead? A more convincing argument would be like sitting or opening the fridge and getting a can of beer.” “He’s a dog not a servant.” He argued, “How big is your dog?” You asked. “Mmm medium sized, smaller than a German Shepard but bigger than a Jack Russel Terrier.” He said and you raised another brow.

“You act like I know dog breeds. Hell I didn’t even know you knew dog breeds.” You said. “I got chewy’s mom after the whole incident and she really distracted me when I had episodes, she had pups and died since she was sick so I kept one of her pups. I kind of became obsessed with dogs I guess you could say.” He replied. “Fine, is he an inside or outside dog?” You asked, “Both but he sleeps inside.” Rin said. “Okay, I’ll get the back ready for him so he can get cozy and mark his territory or whatever dogs do.” You said. “He’s actually at my parents house, Osamu’s apartment doesn’t have a backyard for pets of his size.” He said.

“Well then that means we take a car instead of a train to Hyogo, right?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay cool. Now hurry and you’ll make it back in time for lunch or snack time.” You waved him off. He chuckled and gave a mock salute and he was gone. You took a deep breath and leaned back in the dining chair.

“What have I done?” You asked yourself. You avoided Rin’s emotional confession yesterday, but now you can’t stop thinking and getting confused with your own emotions. You chugged down your tea and finished making the lesson plan for today. Today is focusing on math and science. Tomorrow is language arts and history.

You got this.

You’re an independent woman.

Relax

“Damn you, Rintaro.” You huffed.

“Remember-“ you started off pointing a finger at Rin. “Do not give in to their puppy faces when they want candy, we already have some at home. We don’t need more.” You started and he nodded. “I’ll remember to get your almond milk, you still drink it right?” You asked and he nodded. “Why doesn’t daddy drink regular milk?” Rini asked, “He’s lactose intolerant.” You replied, “What’s lack toes interant..?” Akira asked, “My body can’t handle the sugar that’s in milk.” He said as you you began looking through the grocery list while he pushed the cart.

“What happens if you drink milk?” Rini asked, “His stomach will hurt and he’ll make the bathroom all smelly.” You teased and the kids said a synchronized ewww, Suna suddenly flicked your forehead and you lightly smacked his hand away. “Stop embarrassing me in front of my kids.” He huffed. “Stop embarrassing me in front of my kids.” You mocked under your breath and the kids giggled.

“Alright fruit. What kinds of fruit do you want this week?” You asked, “Strawberries!” Rini said, “watermelon.” Akira chimed in. “Rin?” You asked, “O-oh I can pick?” He asked completely confused, “Obviously, you live with us now. It’s your house too.” Akira said in a duh tone.

For a second it felt like time stopped when he saw you laughing with the kids, you all live together now. Like a family...an odd family but a family nonetheless. He’s already told you that he still loves you, and he respects your decision whether you don’t want him back or you need time. But at least you’re in his life and that’s all he wanted—no, all he needed.

“Green grapes..?” He asked, “Hey I was thinking grapes too!” You chuckled and the kids saw how their two parents divided and concurred the produce section, throwing in fruits and veggies into the cart.

“Y/N..” Rin called and you turned to see him and the kids making puppy dog eyes. He was holding a packet of chuupets, the ones where you freeze them and you can break them in half to share. You already had a half pack at home, “Seriously? I thought I had two kids not three.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “But chuupet is life.” Rin replied

“Chuupet is life.” You kids nodded, “You guys don’t even finish the ones we have at home.” You told your kids, “Because they have sugar and you won’t let us eat a whole bunch.” Akira defended, she was right. “Fine, one packet. We’ll buy one packet every two weeks.” You said and Suna fist bumped the kids and tossed the chuupets in the cart.

These past two weeks with Rin and the kids have been eventful. Rin has begun helping you with lesson plans, he likes the idea of homeschool because you both have hectic schedules and you’d rather watch the kids then hire a babysitter or nanny. The awkwardness between you both has died down and you’re comfortable in this new environment. You and Rin made a contract to split everything 50/50 and hung it on the wall of your living room as a joke.

Life was very much easier with Rin around and you began teaching him how to use a planner, he wasn’t keen on taking one with him everywhere but he found an app that works just as good. Everything was new to him as well, it was a bit hard to keep up and even though he doesn’t really like change he was comfortable as well. He just needs to stop staring too much when you’re cooking or helping the kids with school work. But it’s so hard for him to look away, you’re just so beautiful.

In his memo app he even has a list of Rini’s allergies and phone numbers for the kids doctor, dentist, and school. He was grateful you didn’t just toss all of this responsibility, when you called the doctor to schedule a six month check up, he was listening intently and took mental notes on what to ask.

He was also glad he got to know a little bit more about you as well, he didn’t know you had cooking karaoke time for the kids. The kids would sit on the counter laughing at your performance of ‘Let It Go’.

Also your favorite flower changed it’s no longer daises, you also can’t stand the taste of pickles anymore because when you were pregnant you craved them and now the smell makes you wanna vomit.

There was so many new things to discover in your little family and he was grateful that you allowed someone like him to waltz right in as if he didn’t break your heart. You were too kind for your own good.

He felt more confident now as he drove to his parents house with your head against the window, asleep. He looked at the rear view mirror and saw the kids sleeping as well with their mouths open and their snores filled the car. He smiled softly and looked back at the road, he passed the arcade he used to take you, as well as the old drive thru movie theater, and the road that led up to the hills where he took you on your guy’s first date. Before he knew it he saw his childhood home and he carefully parked the car to not startle the kids.

“Y/N..wake up.” He shook your shoulder lightly, your eyes slowly widened and you turned to him with tired eyes. “We’re here. I’ll help you take down the kids and you can go inside, I’ll have my dad help me bring in our bags.” He said softly. “Okay..thanks Rin.” You yawned and opened the door to go get the kids.

“Wake up princess.” You said as you unbuckled Akira’s car seat. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, she opened her arms for you to carry her and you rolled your eyes playfully. You held her in your arms and she wrapped her arms around your neck and rested her head on your shoulder. You grabbed her fox plush with your free hand and closed the car door. Rini was already running around and stretching with Rin.

“Akira you don’t wanna stretch?” You asked and she shook her head. “Are you really that tired..? You teased and she nodded. Rin grabbed some bags with Rini helping as well, he could only carry a backpack that barley had anything inside. You followed Rin up the familiar steps and he rang the door bell.

Soon enough the door opened and it was Rin’s dad, “Oh it’s been so long.” He sighed as he held his son in his arms. “It has.” Rin replied and slowly pulled away. He put the bag down to carry Rini and brought him eye level with his dad. “This is my son, Rini.” He spoke up and his dad gasps.

“He looks just like you.” He said and Rin nodded. “Yeah I get that a lot.” He chuckled. “Hi Rini, I’m grandpa but you can call me pops or gramps.” He said and Rini’s eyes widened. “Grandpa?” He asked and he nodded. “I always wanted a grandpa!” He yelled and tackled him in a hug. Rin’s dad took a few steps back with Rini in his arms and he chuckled. You gave a soft smile. “This is also my daughter Akira, they’re twins.” Rin spoke up and his dad look as you turned to show him your sleeping daughter.

“There’s two?!” He asked. You gave a small nod, “You must be Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Suna.” You said. “No need for that just call me Kauru.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Alright, Kauru. Thank you for allowing us into your home.” You said and he waved off. “Your mom should be here in a few she just went to buy some groceries.” He told Rin and he nodded.

You were shown to Rin’s old room which is where the kids will be sleeping, you and Rin will be sleeping on futons in the living room. Akira had finally woken up and her and Rini were outside playing with Rin’s dog. A car horn honked outside and Rin and Kauru went outside to help with the groceries. You followed them as well to help and that’s when you finally met Rin’s mother.

She gave a small glare and scoffed, she walked past you, purposely bumping her shoulder with yours. She clearly stated you weren’t welcomed and you had no idea of the shit storm coming your way.

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[mcatra]

AU where Catra works at burger king

Catra works minimum wage at burger king, Adora comes in every day as the world’s worst customer.

AO3 

‘I am being HARASSED.’ Catra groans, sprawling on her side of the register. ‘I’m begging you, just kill me.’ 

It was another slow afternoon at Burger King, or as she likes to call it the absolute shithole she only got minimum wage for. Catra could be out there living her life as a youthful teenager, instead she was serving chicken nuggets to her worst enemy- Adora. It didn’t help that said blonde was currently sitting in the corner, laughing obnoxiously with her friends she had replaced her with. 

‘Aw I’m sure Adora isn’t here to harass you, she probably just likes our food! I do cook these to perfection you know.’ Scorpia says conversationally from her spot in the kitchen as she flame broils another patty.

Catra scoffs, her eyes trained on her most hated customer. 

‘There has to be some sort of law against coming to one’s workplace every day! No one likes Burger King that much! NOBODY!’ 

Suddenly she sees Adora sit up from her chair, that makes a horrific screeching noise on their unmopped floor. 

‘Oh god she’s coming.’ Catra whispers, trying to duck into the kitchen. ‘Scorpia! Hide me!’ 

Her friend shoves her back to the counter, as Adora approaches. ‘You’re the only one on this shift who is allowed to use the register-’

‘Do not make me serve her I swear to god-’

‘Hi Catra.’ Adora smiles, and Catra’s eyes narrow. 

‘Whatchu want, princess?’ She sneers, avoiding her piercing blue eyes that reminded her of still lakes. Or swirling oceans. Or the fluffy white cloud bath bombs from Lush. Wait, no.

‘Mmm, can I get a strawberry sundae?’ Adora chirps, looking above her at the menu. 

‘Can’t.’ Catra drawls, looking at her black painted nails. ‘The machine’s broken.’

Adora’s face falls in disappointment, and Catra cheers inwardly at her small victory until Scorpia’s voice cuts through their conversation.

‘That’s not true, the soft serve machine is fine.’ Her traitor friend says, pulling down on the lever and swirling a perfect sundae into the cup. She adds the syrup before handing it to Adora.

‘That’ll be $1.50.’

‘Thanks Scorpia.’ Adora smiles, rummaging through her purse to collect her coins.

Catra rolls her eyes. 

‘What a cheap ass. Little rich girl can only afford a dollar-fifty ice cream? No wonder we’re running out of business.’ 

Adora frowns at this. ‘Did you want a tip or something?’ 

‘What? FUCK no. I don’t take charity.’ Catra scoffs, snatching the coins from her old childhood-friend-to-enemies palm. She swiftly jabs in the total and throws the coins into the drawer. They’re forced into silence as the receipt slowly prints, and she tries to ignore the way Adora is staring at her. 

Suddenly Adora leans in close, and she can hear her murmur close to her ear.

‘I’ll see you at student council.’

Catra flushes at the proximity, every hair standing on end. Before she can stutter out an insult, Adora rips the receipt from the machine and is sauntering back to Bow and Glimmer. 

The brown haired girl deflates, her nails scratching on the old countertop. All that mental damage, for $1.50? Life was not fair. 

Adora always had the perfect grades, the perfect family and friends, the most cushy and royal upbringing. After their falling out involving a scholarship to a private school, they hadn’t spoken until the merger. 

It filled Catra with sick pleasure that the private school had lost their prestige to embezzled money, and now had to be government funded. However in consequence of this, they had decided to merge the public and private school so they could sell off the land to build skyrises or something. 

This meant Catra lost her position of School Captain to Adora after a fierce election, and had been demoted to Vice Captain. Not to mention no matter how hard Catra tried, she could never beat her in the school rankings. She couldn’t work to support herself and study 6 hours a day, like rich privileged Adora. 

So now here she was, forced to interact with the one person she could’ve gone her whole life without seeing on a daily basis. 

Ever since Adora had discovered Catra had been working at Burger King during a late night drive-thru run, her ex best friend had made it her life’s mission to make her life hell. 

Of course she had done her best to make the experience awful to drive her away. Catra knew Adora hated pickles, so she would threaten Kyle to slice up an entire pickle’s worth in the blonde’s Whopper before giving it to her with a sweet smile. She is filled with glee watching Adora picking them out one by one in disgust. 

This doesn’t stop Adora from coming though. Not even when they had made it into some sort of competition to see how many pickles could physically be crammed into a bun. Or even when she had put every single condiment including the salt and pepper into an unholy liquid concoction and served it in a cola cup. Not even when she gave Adora food poisoning when they got too carried away trying to stack as many patties as they could to recreate Sky Burger. 

No matter what she did, the girl never went away. Even though she had so easily disappeared from her life when she had needed her the most. But she didn’t need Adora, she had gotten this job herself, she had gotten a roof over her head with her own power. She had worked so hard to become independent from Shadow Weaver, and no matter what, Adora will not jeopardize it. 

--

‘I’m doing, what exactly?’ 

Catra stares dumbly at her manager, a sinking feeling dawning on her.  

‘Adora ordered a birthday party at Burger King.’ Lonnie drawls, ignoring the look of complete horror on Catra’s face.

‘No, you can’t do this to me! Roster me for any other day. I cannot psychologically take this.’ She begs. 

‘Sorry dude, the deposit has already been paid for. We’re short staffed, and it seems like Kyle has gotten fryer oil burns from your last burger experiment with Adora.’ Lonnie whaps Catra with the birthday catering pamphlet. 

‘Stupid Kyle.’ Catra hisses, clenching it in her fist. Curse this damn place that can only afford to hire teenagers. 

‘Anyway, just set up the tables and decorations after school on Thursday. Should be a good day for business, with Adora and her posse being rich kids and all.’

‘Can I at least get time and a half?’ 

‘Are you gonna be paying Kyle’s medical bill?’

Catra pouts. ‘Not my fault you guys don’t provide gloves. This place is an OSHA violation haven.’ 

WE do the PLANNING, YOU have the FUN! The bold font emblazoned over the small child’s smiling face mocks her from the pamphlet. Catra clenches it in her fist. 

‘Also why the fuck did she book a kid’s birthday party package when she is like 17, and not 6 years old?!’ 

Lonnie rolls her eyes. ‘Do you still want a job or not? Just read the rest of the form, counting on you to organize it.’ 

Catra squints at the crumpled paper in her hand. 

GOLD PARTY PACKAGE

-Themed birthday cards!

-Party bags!

-Birthday gift for the celebrant!

-Jumbo birthday cake!

-Pinata!

-Special birthday songs!

-Dedicated hostess!

Catra can feel her soul physically leave her body. This was gonna be a long week.

-

It was terrible.

Adora had handed these obnoxious Burger King birthday invitations to all her friends, so now she had all these RSVP’s to the worst birthday of all of human history. In between working shifts until midnight, dealing with Adora at student council and not eating, Catra was on edge. 

‘No, you can not write ‘Die Adora Die’ on her cake.’ Scorpia chides, slapping Catra’s hands away to pipe the icing. 

‘It’s what she deserves.’ Catra seethes. If she couldn’t eat it, she could at least ruin it, right? 

‘They’ll be here soon, so try to take that dying grimace off your face.’ Scorpia replies, and Catra rolls her eyes before adding the finishing touches to the cake. 

Suddenly the door opens, interrupting her decorating. The once quiet establishment was now full of loud chatter as their classmates piled in one by one. All of Adora’s old private school friends were here, all unironically celebrating their school captain’s children’s birthday party at the worst fast food restaurant in their state. 

She plasters her fakest customer service smile she can muster. Dignity at the door. 

‘Hi, you must be here for the Birthday Girl’s party.’ Catra says, approaching the group. Just treat it like you don’t know them.

‘Aw you don’t have to be so formal with us, Vice Captain.’ Glimmer teases, and Catra almost snaps from her facade. Almost.

‘Let me show you to your table.’ Catra grits out. 

She had chosen the ugliest poop brown balloons she could find, and had deliberately made the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner lopsided on the wall.

‘Thanks Catra!’ Adora grins, bouncing past her to admire the decorations. 

Catra imagines Adora’s face on the pinata and smashing it into a million pieces. She forces herself to take a deep breath. It was just the one shift, and she really needed this job. Plus after the party was over, she could probably nab some leftovers for her trouble. 

All of the girls (plus Bow and Seahawk) sit around the table, and Catra marches over with the laminated menus. 

‘Ooh, we all get hats!’ Perfuma says, placing her Burger King cardboard crown on top of her head.

Frosta squints at the menu. ‘I’ve never eaten fast food before. Looks disgusting.’

‘I think it’s fine! Adora wanted to eat here.’ Glimmer says in a sugarly sweet tone that just came off as passive aggressive. ‘Even though I had suggested my penthouse by the ocean and we go here nearly every day.’

‘I much rather would be at the ocean beach house thank you very much.’ Mermista retorts, swatting Sea Hawk off her shoulder.

Yeah me too, Catra thinks bitterly. She stomps off with their orders, cursing them inwardly the entire way to the kitchen.

Adora’s friends start playing with the so-called ‘entertainment’ they had haphazardly set up. 

It was ridiculous, seeing grown teenagers lining up to try to smack the shit out of a glittery pinata. They squabble over who gets to hit it first, Catra feeling very much like a glorified babysitter to her most hated enemies. 

After a while, she sees Scorpia emerge from the kitchen. ‘Happy Birthday to you,’ Scorpia sings with Adora’s birthday cake in her arms. ‘Happy Birthday to you~’ 

The others join in on the song, Catra only mouthing the words in silent rebellion. The cake is emblazoned with a crude doodle of Adora’s face with HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on her enormous forehead. 

‘Oh my gosh, I love it!’ Adora’s sky blue eyes light up, and she’s practically sparkling. Catra huffs, she wasn’t supposed to like it. Didn’t she see the drawing was supposed to make fun of her five-head? 

Adora catches Catra’s eye, beaming. ‘Did you draw this for me?’ 

‘She did!’ Scorpia tattles, and her enemy’s smile increased tenfold. Catra can feel her cheeks grow warm. Dammit. 

‘Whatever.’ Catra bites out, unable to meet her gaze.  

Luckily no one else seemed to be paying attention to the weird atmosphere between them, as they were split between eyeing the cake and pinata wrestling. 

‘Get over here Sea Hawk, we can do the pinata later!’ Mermista chastises, watching Bow spin her blindfolded boyfriend. 

‘Let me just get one good hit in, and I’ll join you!’ He crows, swinging the bat in random directions as Bow ducks the blows, laughing. 

Just for anything to do, Catra takes it upon herself as hostess to snatch up the knife and start cutting. She cuts into the cake to start portioning out the slices, but as the knife touches the bottom Glimmer lets out a shriek. 

‘What?’ Catra deadpans.

‘If you cut to the bottom of the cake, you have to kiss the person closest to you!’ Glimmer says, a demonic look in her eye. Adora elbows her, embarrassed. 

‘Excuse me?’ Catra’s never heard of this tradition. Though to be fair, she had not been to many parties in her lifetime. 

‘Oh, that’s right!’ Perfuma claps her hands together. ‘Adora’s closest right? Go ahead Catra!’

To her horror, Glimmer starts pushing Catra towards the blonde. She digs her heels into the linoleum, only to find that she was sliding from the newly mopped floors. 

‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ The girls start chanting, like they were her friends and that she wasn’t their damn server.

‘What the hell- fuck no, let go of me!’ Catra finally snaps, wrenching herself from Glimmer’s grip. 

The momentum sends her stumbling into Sea Hawk, who was still attempting to hit the pinata. 

‘Ack!’ He squawks. 

The bat goes flying straight out his hand and into their double doors. There’s a huge crash, and everybody winces at the noise. 

The glass pane shatters, and so does Catra’s sanity. She was so fired. 

Sea Hawk lifts the blindfold. 

‘Did I get it?’ 

---

It was nearly closing time, and Catra was still sweeping up bits of glass from the floor. This had been one of the worst days of her life, and she had been beaten and homeless before. To make it worse, Adora was still grovelling when she should’ve gone hours ago like the rest of them. 

‘I am so sorry Catra, I’ll pay for everything, I’ll take full responsibility so you don’t get fired-’ 

‘Stop it.’ She was too tired to even argue with Adora like she usually did, wishing Adora would just go away already so she could grovel over the phone to her regional manager without an audience. Catra always pretended to hate her job, but she couldn’t afford to lose it. She could barely make rent with her Burger King wage. 

‘Please, let me help clean. It was my fault anyway.’

There was hardly any money left over to feed herself most days, that’s why she was skinny as a rake as opposed to the toned, buff, well fed Adora. She had only been functioning on a few nuggets that Scorpia snuck her yesterday. Did Catra still have those food coupons? How long until the bank charged overdraft fees? 

‘Catra are you listening-’ 

‘I said stop it!’ Catra snaps. 

Adora has the audacity to look stunned. 

‘Why do you insist on harassing me at work everyday? Is it fun? Forcing me to play servant to you rich girls, to sing and dance for you? You already beat me in everything at school, you’re already School Captain, you have all the money and a loving family you need, so can you stop rubbing your privilege in my face just for one second so I can THINK?’ 

‘I...I just…I’m sorry.’ Adora starts and aborts a few sentences. Catra can’t even stand to look at her face. 

‘This party at your work. It was the only way to get you to celebrate my birthday with me.’ 

‘.....’

‘Um, I-’

‘Whatever.’ Catra retorts, trying and failing to pick up the last shards with her too long fingernails. She hisses when the glass nicks her finger, cutting into skin. Drops of blood fall to the floor.

‘Are you okay?!’ Adora gasps, rushing to her side. Catra slaps her hand away, she needed to go find the cleaning supplies. Blood was a biohazard, there was some protocol for it but she was having trouble remembering. 

She goes to stand up, but the fatigue rushes to her head and her legs give in underneath her. Instead of smacking her head against the floor, she feels herself land on something soft instead. 

Adora hooks her around the waist, gently placing her into the booth. She grabs a napkin from the dispenser and wraps it around Catra’s hand. She can feel Adora’s warm hand squeezing her own. 

‘I’m just applying pressure to the cut.’ Adora says quietly. 

Catra just closes her eyes. It’s well past midnight and she should be locking up the store, but she can’t bring herself to move. 

[truebratinc]

I have started this a thousand times and I guess this is as real as it gets, because I cannot find the words.

Today I sat and cried in the shower, hot. The water felt like needles and I cried. Like and I mean played every fucking song that ever broke my heart and I laid down in the bottom of the tub, surrounded by water and I let it all out. I punched the shower walls until my fists were on the verge of bleeding, and wailed at the top of my fucking lungs. Feeling every feeling I have pushed down deep inside of me like a jar of forgotten hope. I laid there, alone, listening to songs my ex boyfriend would love, kicking and screaming and I fell apart.

Today for the first time, in a long time. I really actually let myself feel that shit. And I felt it.

Arguing with myself, back and forth.

“Why are you here?”

“Because people fucking need you to be.”

“They will get over it.”

“But will you?”

“What do you mean”

“You know what I fucking mean. Can you live with the fact you left your children. That you held hands with the devil, and he opened the fucking door for you as you walked right into his trap.”

“stop.”

“Can you live with the fact that you left your mom. She’s already alone.”

“Stop!”

“Can you live with the fact that you left so many people that really love you? What about Maddi? Jamie? What about lexie, and don? What about Johnny and fucking sanders? What about marcus? What about jenni? What about gabi? And Taylor? Kayla? Bucks? What about Nathan? What about Trent? Madison? Alec? Your sisters? What about Lisa? Lydia? What about your brothers? Rachel?”

“WHAT ABOUT PEOPLE YOU DIDNT EVEN THINK WOULD FUCKING MISS YOU. WHAT ABOUT SOPHIA. WHAT ABOUT THOSE RANDOM GIRLS ON FACEBOOK THAT YOU HAVENT MET YET. WHAT ABOUT THE GIRL AT THE DRIVE THRU WONDERING WHEN SHE SEES YOUR PICTURE. WHAT ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARENT AROUND ANYMORE. WHAT ABOUT DESTINY. WHAT ABOUT KAYLA. WHAT ABOUT HAZEL. AND WHAT ABOUT AVA GOD DAMNIT. What about Ava..”

“STOP.”

“What about Becca? Little man? What about bie? Liv? Xav? Nico? Bella?”

“Please stop.”

“These are things you have to think about. You have to feel these things. Or you aren’t sure.”

Today I argued with myself, I wanted so badly just to hurt myself and move on.

I couldn’t bring myself to these things.

Because my hands shook, and I knew I couldn’t even muster the courage to kick me when I’m down.

Today I learned something.

Today I learned I will be alone in all of the darkest times, and everyone around me will scream as if they are dying because hearing someone say that they want to die is to be fucking ignored and overlooked.

Today I learned I will be alone in the darkest of times because I choose not to bring down the people that give off brightness around me.

Today I learned that it is best to let them all think that you will last.

Today I learned the only way to keep going is to sit down and shake hands with the devil on my shoulder, rally the demons. And fight to the best of my ability.

Today I learned, your days really are numbered.

Today I learned that I love who I am. It’s the fact that I can’t handle the people I love, not loving me for who I am.

Today I found such a peace within myself.

Today I broke my own rules, and I put out raw emotion that seems like rambling.

Today, I wiped my face off. I took in all the vibrations of this chaos. And I thrived off of the knowledge that I will either make it or I won’t. And that I thought about it.

Today I found a part of me, that I had forgotten existed.

The soft part of me.

Today.

I have changed...

[magic-number-3]

okay so i actually did watch a few episodes of 911 this week without liveblogging them but i did take notes as if i was liveblogging and then just,,, didnt lmao so in case anyone cares about my thoughts im going to share them anyway asdlfkjsdl mostly i think they’ll just be fun to look at later

2x02

CHRISTOPHER CAN BE ON SCREEN FOR 2 SECONDS AND I LITERALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Eddie Diaz is soooooo fuckin dreamy i stgggggg

“I cant order you guys to go inside that building and im not gonna judge you if you decide not to” “Hen, you got a kid, so...” “Yeah. And I’d hope if someone whose job it was to save him they’d do it. No matter what.” QUEEN SHIT 😤😤😤

Marvin you on thin ice but you right; you a king

IM GOOD COACH HEART OF A CHAMPION WHY AM I CRYING

HEART OF CHAMP I AM CRYING AND THEY ALL KEEP SAYING IT BACK TO HIM IM- IM FRAGILE RN. LITERALLY WHY DID EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS ARC MAKE ME SO EMO

NOT HENRIETTA. FUCK

2x03

MADDIE I BELIEVE IN YOU YOU GOT THIS QUEEN

“They could really use a miracle today” “I might just have a few  of those left. I see them.” ALSKFKGKS crying why is the dialogue so good in this show???

FUCK. RUSS ITS YOUR DAY OFF

Russ gonna die im calling it. They saved the athlete and they’ll probably save the little girl?? So hes not gonna make it. At least hen is okay

“Even i couldnt save me. You dont know me, but im good.” “Oh yeah? Well maybe im better”

FUCK. I called it but it still hurts

CLOSE CALL WITH THAT ELEVATOR OMGGG

ALL OF THAT ENDING??? WE CAN BE HEROES SLAPS AND IK WE BEEN KNEW BUT ALDJFKFKSKJ everything about the end to that episode is so 👌👌👌 i wanna cry

EDDIE RUNNING TO HIS BOYYYYYYYY IM

ATHENA AND BOBBY HELL YEAHHHHH the husband is a straight g pullin thru for him like that

2x04

OMG CHRISTOPHER AND EDDIE IM 🥺🥺🥺

Also Christopher is such. Lil cutie

THEIR LITTLE FAMILY!! THE ABUELA?

“These fire guys are totally hot” LAKJDFKAL I MEAN YOURE RIGHT

AKJDKLASDJ YOU LIVE IN YOUR INVISIBLE GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE AND YOURE TELLING ME ABOUT WEAK EXCUSES. THAT SMUG LOOK ON EDDIES FACE IM ASLKFJSAL

Oh sheet Eddies abuela 😞

Every interaction between Eddie and Christopher got me like 🥺🥺🥺

Okay how are you not supposed to ship Buddie they’re talking about being single together and then his aunt telling buck about how ‘he’s a saint’ and all that??? THATS SUCH ROMANTIC INTEREST SHIT. WHEN DO YOU HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER GUSHING TO A MAIN CHARACTER AND THAT CHARACTER ISNT THE LOVE INTEREST????

HE BROUGHT CHRISTOPHER TO WORK AWWWWW!! THEYRE GOING ON A MISSION TOGETHER

Oooh I love this song STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU

“Now I feel kind of lame” “BECAUSE YOU ARE” LMAO HEN

Ooooh yeah why do you call him chim???

BOBBY AND CHRISTOPHER. CHIM AND CHRISTOPHER. THIS IS SO CUTE

AWE EDDIE AND CAP

BOY CRUSH ON EDDIE ADLSJFLDKS

Awe good for Maddie omg 🥺🥺🥺

CHIMNEY IS A MODERN MEDICAL MIRACLE???? I mean good for him bro figured lol but for it to be said out loud shittttttt

AKSFJALSDK TATIANA SHES FUCKING MARRIED YOURE KIDDING ME HOW QUICKLY DID YOU GET MARRIED AFTER BREAKING UP WITH CHIM

alkjsdskla im losing it over Tatiana

Awww now this is sad :( chim’s got noboddddddy

Sdkljfas Buck you have GOT to move out of Abby’s place dude

‘I had a life-altering trauma and her life got altered. All I got was the trauma.’ THATS SUCH A GOOD LINE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH CHIM

YOURE MY FRIEND SHES YOUR EX. YOU GET TO FORGIVE AND MOVE ON I GET TO HOLD A GRUDGE UNTIL THE DAY I DIE ALSKFDSDA

Chim 🥺 awe. “Wakes me up in the middle of the night”. Buddy :( CAPS GOT YA

CARLAAAAAAAAAA HELL YEA

“BESIDES THAT PERFECT BONE STRUCTURE” SDKAFSJA

like. Fuck Tatiana. But also good for her. And Chim gets to start to move on!! That was a really sweet scene

Aw Bobby gets Athena ^-^

This was such a good fucking episode yo. Like the way the idea of being stuck had to do with the 911s lives while also all of the calls they went one were being physically stuck and the way the proposal instigated Chim’s breakdown to allow him to finally move on…. just. Excellent television!!!!

So proud of Maddie!!!! So proud of everybody this episode :)

Buck yeah you gotta move out buddy

2x05

ASKFJHASJLAD this has gotta be fake im sdlfkjsaldk

LMAOOOO THIS BITCH she’s gonna end up actually getting hurt

OMFGGGGGGGG this bitch had it coming

DONT WE KNOW YOUUUUUUUUU THE PORCH PIRATE?? ASLDKJFALKSS

What is this girls fucking problem with Maddie lmaaooooooo fuck off

Awe this lady with the muffin or whatever is so sweet. This places Celine dion 😂😂😂 queen

Lmao wait why is she actually horrible 😂😭😭

BUCKETTE LMAOOOOO

Omg Maddie and Athena are so fun

THEYRE PROTESTING HOMOSEXUALITY??? WHAT THE FUCK

HES A FUCKING RACIST TOO???

I CAN HELP YOU WITH THE SWEDISH HALF BUT I DONT KNOW WHICH HALF THAT IS SLKDFJASLK EDDIE

I love Maddie and Athena so much alsdkfj

WHATS HER FACE? EVA? STRAIGHT UP BITCH JFC

Gloria im sorry but you’re getting what you deserve.

LKAJSDALKS. “People who yell and scream and cry and expect you to do something for them” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY A 911 RESPONDER THAT IS YOUR GOT DAMN JOB???

“Do they ever think of anything but themselves and what they need?” THEY ARE USUALLY DYING GLORIA

“SNITCHES GET STITCHES” JEEZ WOMAN

I feel so bad for Hen and Karen :( Eva can fuck off dude. Can’t they get sharing rights with the dad? I mean yeah it sucks that Eva is just doing this to fuck em over but like.. the dad still deserves to get to know his son if he wants to. Though Eva would probably try to stay with him just to turn Denny against Hen and Karen… UGHHHHHH

Lil denny :( aw Hen. I love her sm

Hen what u doing girl…. Cant it make the case more difficult if you keep interacting with Eva?

I love Karen and Hen sm 🥺

WHAT YOU DOING HEN. ARE YOU JUST GONNA LEAVE HER???

YOURE FINGERPRINTS ARE ON HER NOW DUDE. GO BACK

Ugh I hate that she lived but it was the right thing to do….

“I save awful people every day its my job” Hell yeah girl

SHES GOING BACK TO JAIL HELL YEAH

Dont love cheering for her going back tho jail can be terrible…. But at least she’ll be out of Karen and hens lives. we’re not meant to think too deeply about this is.

LOVE MADDIE AND ATHENA

GLORIA IS THE FUCKING WORST

oh…. gloria… damn.

Cant you just share custody?? :( I mean it sucks but like… just talk to him.

“Yeah people can be awful… but not everyone is awful… but you’ll never know what kind of person someone is unless you give them the chance to show you” :(

WOW THE DAD IS THE FUCKING BEST?? HELL YEAH

ATHENA AND BOOBBY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE

Wow the last shot of the episode thats like the long shot at the dinner table with the narration was real fucking good :( im emo.

2x06

ADSLFJLK;ALSD. BUCK THOUGHT SHE WAS CALLING EDDIE CUTE BUT SHE MEANT CHIMNEY

listen. I do know what happens between those two and I am very excited.

Oh no maddies so anxiousssss

Buck fangirling over this reporter lady im asldkjflksad

“But the way they cared for me, thats what kept me alive” :( Hen :(

Omg are Athenas kids like the same age as Bobbys :(

SOMEONE SENT THEM EDIBLES????? OMFGGGGGG

OH NO CHIM IS THE ONLY ONE THATS SOBER

THIS WOMAN HAS A HIGH HEEL STICKING OUT OF HER FACE EWWWW ITS SO GROSS

DID THESE BEAUTY QUEENS SHRINK OR ARE WE SUDDENLY GIANTS ALKDSJFLKAKL

TEEN TINY THE WAY HIS VOICE FUCKING CRACKED

SDKFJSKDA THEYRE ALL FUCKING HIGH IM

HIGH BOBBY IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY

Oh no eddies upsetttttt 😂

This is fucking HILARIOUS

Oh no bobbyyyyyyyy :((((((

Awe the news piece was so nice

CHIMNEY AND MADDIEEEEEEE

Oh shes got a fucking POPCORN MAKER IM SO JEALOUS

Wow Taylor was really going to use the footage :/

“Just get a room already” BUCK NOOOO DUDE

The way bobby always fist bumps Athenas son whenever they say hello/goodbye. So fun 🥺good content right there

DONT TELL ME THEYRE GONNA ASK HIM TO BE IN THE PIC????

OMGGGGG BOBBYYYYYYY IM CRYINGGGGGG

AWE AND THE FUCKING SONG; WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU MAKE ROOM YOU PROBABLY NEVER LOVED SOMEONE LIKE I DO

[nandoor]

anyway, nandor has adhd & these are my observations from canon: 

poor social skills – not necessarily an adhd symptom per se, but social anxiety disorders are often seen as a comorbidity. the scene in s1 when he’s at the club “mingling” just screamed ‘idk how to hold a natural conversation with others on the fly.’ likewise, his immediate ‘bonding’ with certain animals (like wanting to go pet the goat or how much he loved his horse) just makes me think he’s probably an animal lover and/or more comfortable around animals than ppl which is pretty common in ppl w/ adhd and/or social anxiety disorder

time blindness – not knowing how long guillermo had been his familiar for. like i know he’s a vampire, but surely you’d be able to tell the difference between 2 yrs and a decade?? unless you really can’t ‘cause time is a mental construct for everyone else but you lol. the fact that he even remembered the anniversary of guillermo becoming his familiar just shows that he does genuinely care for guillermo bc i can bet that he doesn’t know nadja or laszlo’s b-days by heart but likely has it written on a sticky note somewhere

emotional outbursts/poor regulation of emotions/low emotional quotient (EQ) – a good example would be his reaction to madeline’s death. he only knew of her existence for all of 5 mins but was adamant on attending her funeral. he also had to ask guillermo to clarify that the emotion he was feeling was grief (which ouch, talk about #relatable). we can see that he usually tries to smother his emotions, only showing intense anger/frustration when he’s pushed to a breaking point (ex: in the necromancer’s shop where he slams his fist down & then immediately looks sheepish that he had done so). all in all, he has an adhd cocktail of ‘sometimes i feel too much’ & ‘sometimes i feel nothing at all’ 

impulsivity – one of nandor’s personality traits is that he so often acts before he thinks... and also says things before he thinks. his name is literally nandor the relentless. i can’t think of a more adhd moniker than that tbh

certain sensory aversions (hypo or hypersensitivity)– more often found in autistic individuals, but can be a symptom of adhd as well. besides the obvious ‘vampire’ related ones (i.e., aversion to bright lights or loud sounds), nandor weirdly enough in s2 displayed a touch aversion to Guillermo. he was much more apt to touch Guillermo when he was wearing gloves, which is why i labeled it as a sensory aversion rather than just… nandor being, well, nandor. 

stimming – another trait shared w/ autistic folk. this one is a bit of a stretch, but there’s just a really particular way that nandor sits that i’ve noticed thru rewatches. his posture (minus the times where he’s lounging) is rather straight/attentive & he always puts his hands neatly draped over his knees. it doesn’t really look all that comfortable to me but my go-to sitting position is criss-crossed with my feet up in the chair unless i’m in a professional setting lol so that might be why. i would call the way he sits a ‘proprioceptive/kinesthetic’ stim since it’s related to balance/posture.

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Some random BNHA boys headcanons!

(Featuring K.Bakugou, H.Shinsou, H.Sero, and E.Kirishima!)

*I've seen all of the anime, so far, but am not very far in the manga. If some are canonically disproved, then I'll figure that out on my own time–

I do mention things I think up to the point of the school festival(I think that's around where the anime goes to, at current), though. If you haven't caught up to that point, you may not want to read this post.

Also! I love to interact. If you have anything to pitch in or would like to request specific headcanons or, hecc, I also love analyzing/pairing relationships, hmu!

TW, cheating and divorce! And self-loathe! Lengthiness under the cut!

Katsuki Bakugou

His dorm room is sort of a mix between Izuku's(not like he'll ever admit it), Eijirou's, and Kyouka's. The color scheme is prolly really based around his hero costume, with lots of blacks and oranges and maybe even a hint of green. Knowing his pride, even his sheets are prolly custom-made to match his aesthetic. Kat's got a punching bag and maybe other training equipment and, after the school festival, he ended up giving into his new hobby and got his hands on a drum kit. He's also got a couple of All Might merch, ofc– A poster, maybe a collectible here and there.

Katsuki isn't necessarily aromantic, because he does crush and knows a relationship-worthy person when he sees one. But, he strictly identifies as such because he feels it'd be selfish as a pro hero to have a lover than can be targeted. Plus, well, he has no interest in distractions, as tempting as it may be.

He's kinda like a tsundere when it comes to his parents' clothes lines, lmao. They love sending him stuff to wear and he honestly does feel pretty stylin' when he wears such, but he always protests and is all "Nada nada nada, I'm not some goddamn walking ad"

Kat's the only person in class 1-A who's completely fluent in English. Momo and Shouto are the only two that can really compete.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shin's room is actually very cozy, warm, comfortable. He keeps a lot of cooler colors like grays, blues, and purples, with plain sheets. He also kinda sorta takes pride in the white fairy lights that decorate the walls– That lighting is kind of dim, but rediates calm vibes. He also has a sort of nest of plush pillows on his bed, that he can just sorta fall into at the end of a long day! It's surprisingly neat(other than his bed), as while he is too lazy to clean, Hitoshi's also too lazy to make a mess.

Over his time in UA, Hitoshi also develops his own sorta unlikely friend group! This includes Izuku Midoriya(Sports Featival, self-explanatory), Denki Kaminari(EraserMic parallels, plus I think a certain mangacap), Neito Monoma(It all started with a fist fight...), Momo Yaoyorozu(Responsible woman), and Mei Hatsume(They met during the Sports Festival). I like to think that Monoma and Shinsou are exes. It's a tolerate-hate relationship.

Similarly to Katsuki, Hitoshi sort of identified as ace-aro before having gotten with Neito. He doesn't really know what he identifies as, now, but he does crush every now and then.

Shin's got three pet cats! There's Bonji, a ginger tom of a housecat. He's a really prideful spoiled jerk that Hitoshi can't help but love, despite his ego. Bonji also probably ends up fathering Monster's kittens– She's a very very fluffy, chubby grey-and-white Manx. She's real snuggly and calm, and quiet. More of an observer than anything. Then there's Bear, this time a really whiny brown-and-white Manx that tends to get herself in trouble.

Also, if he's not a hero, then he's definitely a therapist. Or an author. Or both, most of the time. His office is called "Hear Meowt" and he's known for bringing cats in, from the local shelter.

Guns scare him. He thinks it's kind of a silly fear(especially for a pro hero) and would prolly get teased if it ever gets out, but– He could never bring himself to even shoot one. Gets all nervous if somebody in the room possesses one. The only class he puts 100% effort into, is Snipe's.

Also, Hito just– Never learned how to swim, cnejcmf. He's not scared of it or anything, and he's okay with hanging around a pool, but he can't swim and won't admit it.

Hanta Sero

Growing up he had a really bad habit of chewing his elbows(He also happens to be a flexible king) and ended up having to get braces(blush surgery because he messed up his goddamn elbOWs). That's why he has such straight teeth. He doesn't really like admitting it so he tries to be subtle but early on in the year he chewed on his retainer, too, and I bet there was one day where everybody just heard SNAP! from inside his mouth. Smile thru the pain, bby.

Also, yes, Hanta is a stoner– But! Being a hero-in-training, he's prolly ths most responsible stoner you've ever met. He'll never smoke on days that he has class or that he plans to train, and God forbid sharing his weed with others(unless, y'know, there's a responsible sober person around).

As such, he's not allowed to attend Bakugou's birthday. Doesn't stop anybody(other than Katsuki) from dragging him in, anyway, tho.

Eijirou Kirishima (But mostly his family)

His youngest sisters are the product of, ah, a cheating mother. So yeah, both parents are now divorced though the kids are in said mother's custody, because unfairness. Thing is, with a single mother that works, the situation gets especially bad after Ei moves into the dorms.

His older sister, the oldest of the kids, is Etsuko. She's 22 and left to America for college, as soon as she got the chance. She hates mom but is chill with all of her siblings, talking with them and dad whenever she gets the chance. Otherwise, her current girlfriend is a pro hero!

Then, after Eijirou, is Akari. He's 13-14 and filled with angst and anger and bitterness, not really going out of his way to show his hate toward the twins but definitely doing so if prompted. Their mom's sort of in the same boat, except for the fact that he just avoids her entirely. Akari takes after his dad, a lot, and sees him as a role model. Visits him whenever he gets the chance.

And then, there's Aiko and Aika(both twins, 8). Ko is really quiet, reserved, smart– She's the only of the two aware of why they don't have a father figure. As such, she has an internal self-loathe and does sometimes get angry and lash out, as a product. Ka's pretty much the opposite. She's real naive and fun and loud, the kind to play sports and gossip about boys and playfully tease her siblings. She doesn't really know much or care about the situation, but she does wish Akira would be nicer :(

As for Eijirou? Well, he's in a real tough situation. He loves both his mom and dad to pieces and could never exactly take a side, even if a small part of him resents mom for what she'd done to the family. After the divorce and especially after Etsuko left, he became sort of the man of the house, taking responsibility for all of his younger siblings. He caters to both his mother and father and though there is a lot of tense energy between the three, Ei gets by. After the dorms are implemented, he takes every chance that he possibly could to slip by.

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 33

Warnings:   Rating: PG-13   Pairings: Zuko/OC   Summary:   “You have everything you’ve always wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…”  His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

Sunburn Chapter M A S T E R L I S T

My fanfiction M A S T E R L I S T

“MAI?!” The girl hissed out angrily as she looked at her brother, her eyes narrowed into angry slits that almost seemed comical at her emotional trigger.

“You know her?” He asked with a goofy smile on his face.

She face-palmed and sank to her feet sliding against the wall with an annoyed expression on her face. She didn’t even know where to begin when in regard to her ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. The world was indeed a very, very small place.

“So- Mai is Zuko’s ex-girlfriend from before he dated you who he rebounded with when he returned to the Mainland?”  He repeated in disbelief.

“Yes,” The other croaked beyond irritated.

“Great! Now she’ll never go out with me!” The other threw his hands up in the air in momentary frustration and sighed as he also slid down the temple’s wall to sit next to his sister. Both of their eyes focused on the night landscape before them.

“And him? Does the idiot know?” He looked at her seriously.

She was quiet for a moment. Her silence answering his question.

“And you’re not going to tell him? That’s not like you. What was that thing that grandpa would always say about plum blossoms?”

“Our lives, too, are fleeting," She quoted the phrase which was more than familiar to her. “I’ve got bigger things to worry about it,” She responded after a moment biting on her thumb lightly her mind elsewhere.

“Like that?” He let out a little snort. “Cause everything you’re going thru I’mgoing thru as well. You know? Mom, Dad, the colonies, defeating the Fire Lord and executing my vicious plans of vengeance-“

“God! Mecha!” She spoke sharply with a sudden snap. “You don’t get it. I’m not like you. I’m a spirit now and I don’t know what that means!”

Despite her frustrated tone he couldn’t help but let out a humorous huff. It was hard for him to take his sister seriously after witnessing a lifetime of childish tantrums.

“Aren’t spirits supposed to be kind, docile and selfless? Basically, everything that you’re not?” He chuckled a little teasing her. She shot him a side glare in return and let out an exhausted sigh pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I have a terrible feeling about this. About the comet. This ill feeling, it won’t let me sleep.” She confessed for the first time. “I saw things when I went to the Sun Warrior Island. The dragons showed me visions…”

She flashed back to the unspoken visions of the comet. The day in which the skies would turn the color of blood and ash would rain. It wasn’t the astronomical event that made her feel uneasy. It was the frightful feeling that crawled into her stomach that came with the vision.

“Sozin’s comet. It’s a part of me.” She said softly in a breath.

“But you’re only human.”

“Yes,” she nodded he was correct. “But it’s part of the otherpart of me. The Sun. I canfeelit.”

Mecha gazed at his sister with genuine concern. He wished he knew what to say. That he had a joke or comment that would lighten her up or that could somehow ease her burden. He gave her shoulder a squeeze and a sympathetic smile. The two siblings stayed up talking all night. It’s not like she planned on sleeping either way.

“I still have much to learn about spirituality…” She trailed off. “Mecha, I feel like I’m running out of time,” she professed her voice breaking. The knots in her back further twisting due to stress.

Xxx

The sunrise came with the promise of a new day. Skies were clear and golden rays of light warmed the upper courtyard where the siblings of Yu Dao trained both their minds and bodies.

“Again!” She barked instructing him to firebend at her with all of her might. She was leaning on her knees breathing hard, pushing herself to her physical limits.

“Tsai, it’s sunrise. We should stop, maybe take a break. Doze off for a few?” Mecha said wiping some sweat off his furrowed brow. It was then that a loud humming filled the air. Doves and birds flocked away from the rumbling and the siblings stopped and ran to the edge of the courtyard just to witness a handful of Fire Nation air zeppelins ready to attack.

The building shook violently making the girl lose her balance and lean on her brother.

The Resistance who were sleeping in the level below were shaken awake by the violent explosion.

Bombs were hurled through the air the scent of powder filled the air as it quickly became clouded with dark soot.

Aang wasted no time in diving inside of the temple's chamber and airbending the massive doors shut protecting everybody that inside. Bombs resounded exploding outside rocking the foundation of the temple to its core.

“Where are Tsai and Mecha?” Aang looked around swiftly when he noticed the two empty sleeping rolls on the ground.

There was no time to look. The ceiling had already begun to crack. It only took another bomb for a piece of it to be dislodged and collapse.

Upstairs the siblings looked at the fleet in horror.

“I’d bet anything the Princess is inside one of those!” Mecha growled out, his fists clenched at the sides in fury. He gave a handful of steps back his eyes reflecting nothing but hatred as he once again became that dark being that to his sister was a stranger. “Go downstairs Tsai! You have to warn others!”

She was about to protest that they probably didn’t need a warning when he sprinted forward and blindly leapt to the air ship.

Tsai shouted after him stunned as she almost stumbled over the ledge. That reckless idiot!

She ran down the stairs to the first level of the courtyard dodging the fiery shards of bombs and rubble that seemed to collapse all around her. She stood before the abyss for a moment gazing down in hesitation and fear before leaping into the cloudy mist below. The wind whipped her hair and stung her body before she roughly and very ungracefully landed on her stomach a top of a massive airship.

She groaned as she painfully struggled to her feet. Her eyes adjusting to the thick mist until she saw an array of flames being blasted nearby.

“You never listen!” Her brother shouted loudly over the wind as he fought off several Fire Nation soldiers.

She looked up and saw a handful of soldiers rapidly climbing to the top of the airship. She looked from side to side and realized she was cornered. She opened her fingers and stretched them a little as she braced herself for what was coming.

She instinctively dodged a fire blast that was directed her way and ran towards a soldier lowering her body she quickly elbowed his jaw up and ducked dodging another blast and kicking the same soldier’s legs from underneath making him slip off the zeppelin and fall into the misty abyss below. She looked down and swallowed thickly at the thought of her own demise.

There was no time for that. She turned to see a fistful of flames coming her way and using the momentum of the attack stepped behind the attacker and simply lead him off the airship. It was then that she heard a loud thud and turned to see Zuko land on the roof of the zeppelin a couple of feet away from her.

Their confused expressions mirroring each other as they said each other’s names out loud.

“What are you doing here?” He asked blasting a ball of fire at an attacking soldier that stood behind the girl. He seemed to be the last one. Her eyes remained focused on him. “What are youdoing here?”

The two hadn't spoken since he had left to the Boiling Rock to save her brother and Sokka’s father and there was still that lingering tension in the air between them. One that only seemed to get heavier and more unbearably as time progressed.

“I’m sick of running. Today is the day I face Azula.” He said determinedly.

Last time he said that everything went to shit back in Ba Sing Se. This time she wouldn’t allow him to face Azula alone.

“You’re not the only one that’s excited to see her.” A cocky smirk stretched across her features as she slapped her fist into her other palm.

“A little help here?!” A third voice interrupted. Mecha was aboard the other Royal Airship fighting off the soldier’s that were unstoppably blasting towards Appa who was flying in circles in an attempt to escape.

“That’s Azula’s ship.” She looked at the large leap she would have to do if she wanted to reach the bottom part metal crate where her brother was struggling to fight about a dozen of soldiers.

He was too far; she wasn’t physically strong enough to make that kind of leap. She looked at her brother with heavy frustration from across the other zeppelin.

“I’m never going to make it!” Her eyebrows knotted in worry as she looked up at the airship in the near distance.

“You will,” Zuko spoke in a determined tone.

The wind was strong whipping both of their hairs around. He bent his knees slightly and interviewed his fingers together stretching his palms out so she could step on them.

She looked at him hard and for a moment and for a moment forgot they were presently standing a top of an air carrier in the middle of a chaotic battle. He looked different. More grown somehow. More secure. Something had definitely shifted in him since he arrived at the camp.

“Trust me.”

She looked between his hands to the large leap she would have to do to reach her brother.

Last time had trusted him, well things went to shit back in Ba Sing Se. With a shaky breath and a hesitant nod, she ran towards him and stepped on his hands. He lifted her up with a strong push and she leapt across from one air ship to the other barely managing to grasp the lower metal railing of the crate. She caught her breath and looked up to see her brother struggling.

“’Bout time!” He said before kneeing a soldier who was bent over in pain. She climbed to the crate’s railing and alongside her brother fought the soldier’s off until only the two stood together back to back. Both catching their ragged breaths.

“Zuko should be up with Azula right now,” Tsai said her eyes darting to look for the stairs that lead to the roof of the air ship.

“Come on! There’s no time to waste!” Mecha said ready to spring back into action.

Suddenly there was an explosion which violently shook the airship. Both siblings gripped onto the metal railings tightly.

“What was that?”

They looked up to see the Fire Nation’s prince rapidly falling through the air whooshing past them. A look of pure fear on his face as he fell.

Mecha was barely able to hold his sister back as she let out a horrifying soul splitting scream.

It all happened so fast Appa rapidly zoomed past them and dove towards the falling prince catching him midair in his saddle where Katara yanked him to safety.

Mecha’s grip loosened around his sister slightly. Tsai deflated for a moment. Taking a couple of rapid breaths. In disbelief at what had almost happened.

“That bitch!”She blasted gazing up to the roof. Maybe she was unable to see her, but she knew Azula was still on the ship. Appa approached them nearing the crate. With an eerily calm poise and lips drawn into a thin line she raised the back of her foot and pulled a hidden blade from the sole of her shoe. It was the same one that Azula had stabbed her with back in the Earth Kingdom.

“You’ve had a knife with you all along?” Mecha looked at her astounded. “All this time I thought you were completely defenseless!”

“Bold of you to assume that brother.” She said obtusely looking up at one of the propellers which made the airship stay afloat.

“Let’s go!” He said as he hopped down to Appa’s saddle. She quickly jammed the knife in the propeller and jumped down to the flying bison which zoomed away quickly.

Zuko let out a rough groan as he was tackled into a brass embrace. He was taken aback at the bold gesture.

‘Don’t ever do anything like that again!’She wanted to scream at him. To tell him off for almost falling to his death. For having given her the scare of a lifetime. However, the only thing she could manage was a soft exhale at the relief of having him in her arms again.

The zeppelin's propeller snapped due to the self-inflicted force and exploded damaging the bottom of the zeppelin tilting it to the side making Azula slide across the roof and fall to her dissolution.

All eyes were on her as she fell through the clouds her arms and legs flailing as she did. The prince and the girl from the colonies still in each other’s arms in a more loose embrace. Yet both still tense. She fisted his sleeve tightly watching the certain fate of the antagonist come to be fulfilled.

Zuko stared at Azula, unsure how he should feel as he rasped, "She's...not gonna make it."

Eyes wide Tsai didn't notice she had a tight grip she had on his arm. Her eyes also glued to the falling girl. A mixture of emotions stirring in her. She halted her breath petrified at what she was witnessing.

The group watched as blue fire erupted from Azula's feet, the force propelling her back towards the nearby cliff. She back flipped through the air and slammed into the rocky cliff's side. Her hair coming undone as she used her golden hair pin to dig into the rocks. Her hair fell loosely around her moving wildly with the wind. She slid to a stop and looked towards them, a satisfied smirk on her lips. The zeppelin lowered and lowered until it collapsed to the ground and eventually exploded.

"Of course, she did." Zuko sighed, looking away.

Tsai's body relaxed a little as she let out an exhausted breath, she didn’t realize she was still holding on to him. All of the sudden she felt hyper self-conscious at the bold display of affection she pulled away from him awkwardly her face burning in embarrassment from the many witnessing eyes. She turned away and leaned back against the saddle next to her brother.

"D-Don't be so reckless next time." She grumbled under her breath crossing her arms over her chest a lazy hand nervously toying with the sunstone necklace as she attempted to play it cool.

His body language mirrored hers as he let out an exhausted sigh and relaxed back into the saddle. No one would notice but the slightest of smiles grew on his face at the girl's concerned expression.

Toph winced at the familiar tension that suddenly flooded the air. God sometimes she just wanted to get both of their stupid faces and smash their heads together just so they could get it over with this stupid tension already.

Suki looked at the couple before her with a bewildered expression before turning to Sokka with a puzzling look. She could also feel that awkward emotion lingering in the air.

It was then that the Fire Nation siblings realized there was a new person amongst them. A pretty girl with short brown hair and dark azure eyes sitting next to Sokka

“Oh!” She said surprised suddenly feeling the exhaustion from having been up all night suddenly consume her. “Tsai, Sun Spirit, Former Fire Nation” She introduced herself. “This is my brother.”  

xxx

They flew for several hours until it was past sundown. Until reaching a small island composed of volcanic black rocks and a mossy green hill. Where they set up camp for the night.

Aang, Toph, Mecha and Katara hopped off Appa when they landed ready to set up camp. Sokka helped Suki off.

"Uh, after you," Zuko said awkwardly as he danced around the edge of Appa's saddle holding the back of his neck and making space, so she'd walk past him. "Yeah, thanks," She said back just as awkwardly egg shelling around him. It had gotten to the point in which neither knew how to act around the other anymore. Tsai almost preferred it back when they were fighting over anything. Even that was better than this. She jumped off and loitered by Appa's side pretending to suddenly have an interest in geology when she looked at the nearby volcanic rocks.

"I never thanked you for bringing my brother back." She said shifting on her feet with that lingering tension in the air.

"Yeah," The other said his behavior mirroring hers. "Lucky we found him."

She starred at him intently for a moment. Pupils blown wide as she chuckled nervously unsure of how to proceed.

"Yeah," She repeated his words. "Thanks buddy," she drawled out painfully, awkwardly before lightly hitting his arm. He looked at her with a confused expression. Did she just call him buddy?

Sokka and Suki watched from a distance wincing at what they had just witnessed as they unpacked and set up their tents.

"That looks… painful," Suki grimaced at the cloud of tension that seemed to follow those too. "Tell me about it. You're lucky you didn't see them after their breakup." Sokka rolled his eyes at the memory of both teenagers gloomily sulking. They both saw Zuko go and set up his tent while the girl lingered around the saddle gathering her few belongings ready to set up. "Wait- they were a thing? Like actually?" Suki pressed wanting to know more of the camp gossip. “I mean- that hug earlier. It looked intense.”

"I know." Sokka responded in the same disbelieving tone as he tied his tent to the ground.

"They seem so… different?" Suki asked noting the contrast between the girl who was currently trying to set up her tent with her brother and was miserably failing at it. All of it falling on top of her while her sibling simply shook his head.

"Zuko is cool," Sokka said after a while. "You know- after he turned good and all that. Tsai's always been a dork. Luckily, she's also changed for good. I think you'd like her."

"A little help?" The red head said to her brother as she struggled to pitch their tent.

xxx

"Wow, camping." Aang mused idly in amusement as everyone began to finish their dinner. He laughed slightly and shook his head, "It really seems like old times again, doesn't it?"

"If you really want it to feel like old times," Zuko drawled blandly as he broke a piece of bread in half and gestured with one half vaguely, a small smirk tugging at his mouth, "I could, uhh...chase you around a while and try to capture you."

Everyone laughed in response. The Fire Nationers were happy to finally be accepted into the group. Aang was right. It was strangely nostalgic to be sitting in a circle like this in an island in the middle of nowhere. It reminded Tsai a little about the days she had spent as a runaway camping with Iroh and Zuko in caverns and the woods.

"Ha. Ha." Katara grumbled darkly from where she was sitting beside across the fire from the Fire Nationers. She did not find it humorous in the least. Her eyes glowered at the flames in the middle.

Still laughing slightly, Sokka raised his cup with a wide grin, "To Zuko and Tsai who knew after all those times they tried to snuff us out, today, they'd be our heroes." Sokka paused for a moment. “And Mecha,” He added awkwardly. “You didn’t chase us around, but still- another hero!”

Toph, Aang, Sokka and Suki all raised their cups and chorused, "Here, here!" Happy for the Fire Nation trio that had helped them escape Princess Azula’s wrath and the zeppelin hoards.

Aang and Toph who were sitting on either side of the scarred prince nudged him playfully with their elbows. Broad grins playing on their faces.

“I still can’t believe you blew up a zeppelin!” Sokka said excitedly turning his attention to the red head that was sitting across from him and Suki. She smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck.

“That was pretty lit.” Mecha elbowed her proud of his younger sister.

The Fire Nationers all smiled warmly at the praises from the group.

"I'm touched.” Zuko said. “I don't deserve this," he said addressing everyone.

Mecha was about to make a joke but went silent when he heard a bitter tone speak up in the group. He looked at the waterbender who wore a sour expression on her face oddly.

"Yeah, no kidding." Katara muttered sarcastically, her eyes flickering up to glare at the former Fire Nationers. The group stared at her in surprise.

Mecha didn’t know how to whisper but he still tried. “Hey, what’s her deal?” He asked his sister lowly which was still pretty audible to the rest of the group.

"Something the matter Katara?" The red head who was sitting in between Aang and her brother glowered from across the campsite. Her blood pressure instantly going from zero to a hundred.

Katara continued to glare with menace.

"Don't tell me you two are going to go at it again," Toph shook her head and rested her head on her palms.  Aang lowered his chopsticks and leaned back already sensing a fight about to break out between the clashing girls.

"We've had enough fighting for today. Can we just have an evening of peace?" Aang sighed tiredly as his eyes bounced back from blue to red across the fire pit.

"Fighting?" Sokka asked cluelessly his eyes also darting from one girl to the other as angry sparks flying between their eyes.

"Tsai almost bit my arm off yesterday! You'd think she was some kind of animal or something!" Katara accused pointing at her bandaged shoulder.

"Rich of you to play the victim Katara. Since youstarted it and pulled my hair!"  The other shot back just as angrily touching her wavy hair.

The gang looked between the two girls and saw the small marks, bandages and scratches that covered random parts of their bodies and finally put two and two together. Both girls growled at each other, fists clenched at the sides before standing up in threatening stances. For a moment it really did look like they were going to go at it again but instead marched away in opposite directions.

"What's up with them?" Sokka questioned, quirking a brow at his sister's retreating form and back to the red heads.

“Is dinner always this eventful?” The young man from Yu Dao laughed nervously.

Zuko stood up and looked between the two retreating figures. He knew that Tsai and Katara had a strong distaste for each other. Hell, she had it for him too. He knew that Katara had some type of grudge or prejudiced towards Fire Nationers. She partook in a discrimination that was very obvious. She had made it the most obvious when she faked that note to try and get the two of them kicked off the camp.

Without another word he followed after Katara.

Katara stood a distance away by the island's ledge gazing at the dark ocean before her. She heard soft footsteps and her eyes narrowed in surprise, frown crossing her face when she saw Zuko standing behind her.

"This isn't fair." Zuko stated firmly, throwing his arms out to the side slightly in frustration, "What is with you? Everyone else seems to trust us now. We're all a team."

"Oh, everyone trusts you now?" Katara turned around and snapped at him. She put her hand on her chest and spat, "I trusted you first. Remember? Back in Ba Sing Se?" She swung her arm out and jabbed a finger at the ocean. "I trusted Tsai in the Northern Water Tribe and what happened? You bothturned and betrayed us." She flung her arms out for emphasis as Zuko looked down guiltily, "Betrayed all of us."

"She didn't betray you Katara and you know that. I admit that I did and for that I am sorry, but I've changed."

Katara remained silent and turned away from him.

Zuko looked up and sighed a little before asking, "What can we do to make it up to you?"

"You really want to know?" Katara demanded as she walked towards him, "Hmm, maybe you could re-conquer Ba Sing Se in the name of the Earth King. Or," She leaned closer to him and Zuko stepped back, staring at her in speechless silence, "I know! You could bring my mother back!"

Xxx

The girl from the colonies sat near a rocky cliff on the side of the island, the toyed with a small volcanic rock in her hand as her eyes bored into the horizon. She found herself doing more than often now a days. Suddenly she heard a pair of soft footsteps behind.

“I don’t want to talk about it Mecha!” Tsai shouted over her shoulder as she rose to her feet from the edge of the landscape returning to the greenery.

“Fine, fine,” The boy raised up his hands defensively. “I don’t meddle with women’s issues.” He shook his head in a no. “I know better.”

“This goes beyond a girly quarrel. It’s actually very severe. Katara is a xenophobe.” She explained.

“A what?” He retorted confused thinking she had just spit out a magic spell or something. “A xenophobe, she’s prejudiced against Fire Nationer’s. Blames us for her mother’s death for the war- Not that I blame her of course but- Believe me when I tell you I’ve tried to make peace with her, but she won’t budge.” She sighed and dropped her arms to her sides.

“Why don’t you just try and talk to her?” He suggested “Aren’t you all for diplomacy and all that?” A coy smirk on his features at the fact he had cleverly manipulated his sister into talking about the issue. “Believe me. I’ve tried. We’re past the point of talking or diplomacy.” She turned to the ocean and angrily threw the rock she had been holding to it only for it to vanish in the darkness ahead.

“Yeah? Zuko went to talk to her.”

“Really?” She turned to face him her tone a little louder than she would’ve wanted. Her attention shifting much too fast.

“You know earlier I really thought you were going to throw yourself after him.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. A more serious expression on his features.

“I still don’t like the prick and as your brother I think you can do better.” He added. “But if you care so much for him and he’s down to bring down his evil dad and sister then- I’m willing to give him a second chance.” She turned away flustered by the topic.

“Our lives, too, are fleeting,"He sang lightly as he quoted their grandfather. “If today wasn’t evidence enough of that.” He added stepping next to her as they both looked into the distance.

Tsai winced slightly at the memory of Zuko falling into the misty abyss. The memory still fresh in her mind. She could still remember the look of horror on his face and the gut wrenching feeling she felt at the horrifying sight.

“I already told you I’ve got more pressing matters to deal with. Besides,” she let out a weak scoff. “Those days are over.”

“He’s got to be blind or something. You too. Specially if the two of you can’t see how much you two obviouslystill care about the other.”

Tsai exhaled a frustrated sigh through her nostrils, lips pressed into a serious expression as she stood in denial arms now crossed over her chest. She didn’t want to think or even acknowledge the ghastly feeling that had come over her when she saw him fall off the aircraft. For a moment there she really thought that she had lost him. The thought- the awful thought… She sighed and lowered her head, her hand mindlessly playing with the sun stone necklace a nervous habit she had formed.

“Even I can see it. You two have to talk.” A third voice said.

“TOPH!”She jumped to her feet instantly unnerved hairs standing up in the back of her head.

“AH!”He jumped to the side taken aback by her stealth. “Where did you come from?!”

“Why-“ Tsai breathed through her nostrils she gritted teeth feeling invaded when having such a private conversation. “-Were you eavesdropping?”

Toph stood cooly before the siblings. Her arms crossed over her chest as she glowered at them with an easy smirk.

“Hotman over here said the world ‘blind’. Naturally I thought you two were talking about me.”

The red head face palmed and dragged her face in frustration.

“Toph,” Mecha began. “Is my sister not in love with the stupid jerk prince?” He asked bluntly.

“Hey!” She protested face turning a darker shade of red from the embarrassment. Why was thisaspect of her life up for discussion like this?

“It’s so obvious,” Toph rolled her light eyes. “There’s so much tension between you two I bet I could bend right through it!” She said doing a chop to the midair. “Don’t even get me started on your heartbeat. It’s pathetic.”

Tsai stretched out her hands in a menacing motion to strangle the younger girl. Her eyes wide, face even redder at having been exposed in such a blunt way.

“You two make me nauseous.” Toph made a gagging motion as she held on to her stomach. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel, make up, make out and get it over with?” She suggested.

“…Make out?” Mecha said slowly the edge of his eyes slightly twitching with annoyance a familiar tick they had both inherited from their mother. His protective older brother side showing.

“Thanks guys,” She somehow managed to say. She stood up a little straighter and relaxed her shoulders. “I just don’t see the point. I’m serious. We have bigger things in our plates. What am I going to do about my spiritual identity crisis? Mecha our family? The colonies? The Fire Lord-“

“Sound like avoidance to me,” Toph sniggered viciously. Her brother glared at her with and knowing arched eyebrow. “As your brother and best friend, I think you should do it. Life is too short.”

“Yeah. Just get it over with,” Toph said giving the girl a painful punch behind "What's the worst that can happen?" Tsai looked over and rubbed her arm where Toph had hit her sulking as she walked back to the camp. How could a conversation about her issues with Katara had turned into this?

“Are you sure about this?” The young man that was at least twice Toph’s height asked looking down with a questioning expression. “Nope,” She responded popping the syllables. “But it sure is fun!”

Xxx

Tsai in took and exhaled a large breath of air as she paced nervously outside of Zuko’s tent.

“Yeah… So… I know I broke up with you and I know this sounds even crazier, but I kind of lov- No, no, he’s going to think I’m a lunatic!” She lightly tugged at her hair in frustration. “Why is this so hard?!” She cried out to no one in particular.

‘OK. Just suck it up. And say it. Word vomit. It’s just a fact. Just get it out of the way.’ She mentally prepped herself doing a little dance outside the tent. ‘Here goes nothing…’ She swallowed nervously before peering inside of the tent.

Her expression instantly dropping in a cringy grimace.

Suki was sitting sprawled out on a bed roll. Her back to the entrance of the tent and she looked over her shoulder holding a seductive pose.

Wrong tent.

Suki jumped and sat up more properly beyond embarrassed.

“Uh- I thought this was Zuko’s tent,” She explained nervously about to run for the hills and hide her head under a rock or something.

“Oh,” Suki said. “I just saw him, he went into Sokka’s tent. I didn’t know you two were thatserious.”

She let out a little hum and nodded awkwardly. Maybe- maybe talking to an actual girl her age would help. Afterall Mecha just did things without much thought and as wise as Toph was the younger girl could be rather tactless sometimes.

“Um, no, I just wanted to talk to him. That’s all.” She admitted sheepishly fully stepping into the tent. “You know, Sokka talks about you ALLthe time.” She said in a laxer tone, one which was friendlier and more inviting.

“Really?”The Suki inquired her interest piquing.

Moments later the two girls bonded as they shared stories of both love and war. Both fields in which anything and everything was possible.

“I can't believe you forgave him!” Suki said aghast when Tsai finished sharing her story. The girl from Yu Dao sat on the ground with both of her legs crossed underneath her body as Suki braided her medium length hair. Both were wearing mushed up used tea leave facial which were apparently good for blemishes.

“Trust me. I can’t believe it either,” she confessed. “I can't believe I'm asking him to get back together.”

“Do you want to?” Suki asked after a while letting go of her new friend’s hair.

Sokka hadn’t been wrong. Suki did like Tsai and the feeling was mutual. It was hard enough to find a girl that had her own priorities straight yet still wanted to dish about boys.

“It’s… hard.” The other managed with a painful expression. “We hurt each other, and I still care about him a lot. It’s just… Scary.”

“You almost lost him today.” Suki turned around to allow the other girl to brush her short hair.

There it was again. That reminder that kept on knocking in the door of her heart. Life really was too short to live in doubt. Specially during times of war. Especially when there was that haunting vision about what would happen the day of Sozin’s comet. That ill specter of a feeling that made the girl feel sick to her core. What if she didn't survive the final battle? Even worse- what if hedidn't?

“So, you think you would’ve been okay living the rest of your life without him knowing how you feel?” Suki asked and the girl stopped brushing for a moment. Pausing as she knelt deep in thought. Again, there it was…

“You’re right.” Tsai admitted the truth to herself. It was just as her grandfather had always said when referring to the plum blossoms in the palace’s gardens. “It’s like grandfather would’ve said 'Our lives, too, are fleeting.'"

Suki turned and gave her an odd look.

“What about you and Sokka? I’d love to hear your story.”

Suki proceeded to tell Tsai how they had met in Kyoshi Island and how she had schooled him in warrior training and how their relationship had evolved past that over time. Loud giggling and laughing could be heard coming out from Suki’s tent. The Kyoshi Warrior found it more than refreshing to confide in another girl that was nother boyfriend’s sister. Sokka glared from the outside of his tent. Not only had Zuko already cockblocked him once now Tsai played him dirty like this. Still, determined he poked his head into the tent and saw a horrible sight. Both girls were wearing facials on their faces, braiding and brushing each other’s hair.

“Sokka!” Suki gasped shocked and turned away not wanting him to see her with all that junk on her skin.

“Go away Sokka! We’re having a sleep over!” Tsai shot as she threw one of her shoes in his direction.

Sokka stepped out frustrated with a light frown. Guess it just wasn’t going to happen for him tonight.

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[lilacjaemin]

starlight

pairing: bad boy!jeno x gender neutral reader

genre: angst and fluff (do we have to go thru this every time its my brand)

warnings: mentions of violence, injuries, blood, brief mentions of death

word count: 1.6k

summary: “was i just supposed to sit there and let it happen?”

a/n: arie, my number one lee jeno enthusiast, this is 4 u <3

·      “starlight, i need you.”

·      the text that woke you at 2:22 in the morning was vague, and that was alarming

·      you fumbled with your phone, frantically trying to blink the sleep from your eyes

·      “im here. are you okay?”

·      the typing bubble seemed to go on forever, and it only made the pit in your stomach worse

·      then it disappeared

·      you held your breath

·      a minute went by before you came to your senses and called him

·      it rang four times before it clicked, and you heard ragged breathing on the other end

·      “jeno?” you whispered, afraid of the answer

·      “yeah, hey babe,” he sounded like he was gasping, “sorry it took so long, texting with one hand. ha.”

·      “jeno, are you okay?”

·      “ah, im- i don’t know. not really.”

·      “where are you? do you need me to come get you?” you started to put your slippers on

·      “no! no, it’s okay. im right outside. look out the window.” he said the words through gritted teeth

·      you pulled the blinds up and peered down over the windowsill, noticing a figure leaning on the wall

·      “im on my way down. stay put.” you hung up before he could protest

·      when you found jeno struggling to hold himself up you could feel your heart skip a few beats

·      “jeno,” you said too loudly into the night

·      “h-hey,” he coughed, slumping onto his right arm, clutching his stomach with his left

·      you rushed forward to catch him

·      you couldn’t see much, but you could tell from the dark shadows on his face it wasn’t good

·      “jeno we should go to the hospital-“

·       “no! we can’t. i’ll be alright. please.”

·      “can you walk?”

·      “y-yeah i can,” he grunted, trying to push himself forward, “well, kinda.”

·      “jeno, im gonna help you upstairs, but you have to help me a little bit too, okay?” you adjusted your hold on him

·      he nodded, biting down on his lip as you carried most of his weight

·      you don’t even know how you got him inside, it was all a blur

·      your adrenaline kicked in, the only thing keeping you from collapsing right next to him

·      you sat him down on the edge of your bed and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit

·      when you came back you turned on your lamp, finally illuminating your worst fears

·      blood dripped from a gash in his eyebrow

·      his lip was swollen and split

·      his left eye was purple, so puffy he could barely see

·      his knuckles were scraped up

·      you could see the bruises all along his arms and chest under his thin white shirt

·      you tried to keep yourself calm for his sake

·      “is it bad?”

·      you didn’t answer

·      you remained tightlipped as you went to get towels

·      silence was worse than yelling

·      at least with yelling he knew how you felt

·      when you were quiet, you could be thinking anything

·      you could be angry, fuming at his stupidity

·      you could be upset, saddened by his current state

·      you could be planning to break up with him

·      you could break up with him right then and there

·      jeno closed his eyes, pretending to wince at the cool cloth now touching his skin and not at the hot sting of tears behind his eyelids

·      you cleaned the scrapes littering his face, biting your cheek harder and harder each time you heard him gasp

·      “it hurts.” he almost laughed, trying so hard to ease your mind

·      “yeah,” you mumbled, “it hurts me too.”

·      his smile fell

·      “baby, can i explain-“

·      “don’t talk. it’ll only make the pain worse.”

·      when you looked into his eyes it got so much harder to breathe

·      you willed yourself to move, wiping his face

·      the cut on jeno’s eyebrow soon became blurry as the tears threatened to spill out

·      he watched as you bit your lip and blinked them back

·      “starlight, no. please no. don’t cry.”

·      you shook your head, “i’m fine.”

·      as you rubbed at the streak of red going down his cheekbone, your hands shook violently

·      jeno grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks

·      “jeno, i’m fine! now let me help you!” you couldn’t control the cracks in your voice

·      he wouldn’t let go of you

·      “just breathe for a second.”

·      “you’re hurt! you’re really hurt! i’m fine! let me help you!” you felt your emotions unraveling

·      he dropped your wrist, “im sorry.”

·      you exhaled and stepped away, going to grab him an ice pack

·      when you came back, you noticed him clutching his stomach again

·      the panic and fear you felt when you first saw him was rising in your throat until it bubbled over

·      “why would you do this? why would you get into another fight when you know how i feel about them? you promised you’d never do this again!”

·      “im sorry, ”he said quietly, unable to meet your gaze

·      “why would you put yourself in harms way? do you know how badly this breaks my heart? seeing you hardly be able to walk? i can’t bear it, jeno.”

·      “im sorry, baby. im sorry.”

·      you pulled the hem of his shirt up, revealing the dark purple on his stomach

·      he gasped, the slightest movement causing him to see stars at the edges of his vision

·      you peeled his shirt off, wrapping it around him with the ice pack in place and rummaging through your first aid kit for bandages 

·      “your ex was at the party and he was talking about you, okay? he was saying these disgusting things about you. was i just supposed to sit there and let it happen?”

·      “you should’ve.” you said sternly, not looking up

·      he reached out to grab your hand and you froze, his blood caked knuckles a stark contrast from your smooth skin

·       “i went up to him. i punched the smirk right off his face. it was just a fist fight, nothing i couldn’t handle. but his friends jumped in, just one of them at first, but then three more. they surrounded me and fought dirty. i fell to the ground and they started kicking. i knew i was in trouble then.”

·      you could feel his grip around your hand tighten as his voice started to waver

·      “i was scared, i was scared i wouldn’t make it, but i was scared i’d lose you most of all. i knew you’d be mad. i thought for sure i would get here and you would tell me you were done. i know how much you hate fights. you have no idea how that terrified me, more than anything.”

·      “jeno, it was a stupid fight! and all because of me! i just couldn’t live with myself if-“

·      a sob wracked through you and jeno pulled you forward in one swift motion

·      you cried into his neck, holding him close enough to hear his erratic heartbeat

·      he trembled in your hold, his whole body shaking

·      he was scared

·      to everyone else, he liked to put up a front that he was tough and cold and fearless

·      and from what you knew about his past, it wasn’t uncommon to find him swept up in a fight

·      based on stories his friends had told you, he had never let someone walk away from an altercation, at least not without a black eye

·      but to you he was just jeno

·      your boyfriend jeno that loved ice cream dates and sappy love songs and cuddles so tight you could press tiny kisses to whatever skin was closest to your lips

·      the same boy that took one look at your teary eyes the first time you saw his bruised knuckles and swore off fighting for good

·      your jeno, who you could’ve lost tonight

·      adrenaline melted away, leaving fear and pain in its wake

·      “i’m sorry. i lost control. i’m really sorry. i knew it was a mistake the second i hit him. i knew you wouldn’t have wanted that.” you could feel his tears against your skin, his fingers digging into your sides

·      you pulled back to look into his eyes

·      “d-do you hate me?” he whimpered as his thumb wiped some of your tears away

·      you carefully cupped his cheeks, staring at the broken boy in front of you

·      “i could never.” you rested your forehead on his

·      “you’re here. you’re alive.” you said quietly, more so to reassure yourself than him

·      “i love you.” he whispered

·      you tilted your chin forward and caught his lips with yours

·      he kept his hands at your hips as your arms slung around his neck

·      he was still a little shaky and he tasted like blood, his split lip warm against your tongue

·      but he kissed you like the world would end if he stopped

·      when you finally parted, the exhaustion was evident in his eyes

·      you finished cleaning him up in silence, helping him shower and get into clean clothes

·      his head never leaving your shoulder in the process

·      that night he curled up in your arms, a little shaken up, but in one piece

·      as he was drifting off to sleep, he could feel you press your lips to his temple and whisper an ‘i love you’ into his hair

·      he sleepily smiled into your neck, thanking the stars just a little harder for bringing you to him

[the-nysh]

@kokiden88 you replied a lot back here so I’ll try to answer in parts:

I'm wondering if Saitama is bringing Sweet Mask to Garou's hiding spot? Perhaps King told him he saw Garou? He needs to hide somewhere secluded, after all and Saitama is the type of guy to not give a damn about pissing someone off because what can they do to him? Lol Would be a good opportunity for both of them to bond over justice and heroes (that should turn out well... Lol)

Hmm! So that’s another unresolved unknown, about where Saitama took Sweet Mask after everything... Genos hopes Saitama will tell him about it too, so I hope we get back to that and learn what happened soon. As for the King and Garou thing...that’s another unknown, cause when King came back and told Saitama about his traveling dojo story, he was only like ‘that’s what happened’ without mentioning any other specific details like Garou’s location or anything. (Plus with them casually discussing this while playing games, I doubt Saitama was in a mood to remember anything important King may have told him.) So the whole thing about King possibly telling Saitama where he saw Garou (and Saitama actually remembering it too), is all pretty much speculation for now. ;o;

Still, another thing is that...I’m not so sure how I feel about Saitama suddenly dropping in on him (unloading the whole Sweet Mask thing on him too) before Garou’s -ready- to take that next first step himself. :’) (Otherwise it feels too premature like forcing him, you know?) So I’m patient to see Garou make his next move himself without being pressured into things -other people want of him- again, but it’s also true that Sweet Mask needs to be somewhere safe in the meantime to temporarily escape the media and those hunting him down for execution...(ayyy double ex-monster-fugitive situation~) There’s definitely some interesting parallels with Garou and Sweet Mask, with a lot of potential there, but it’s as of yet unknown when or to what extent their stories will converge. Just gotta keep our eyes peeled for anything next I guess!

It does seem like ONE is cycling through all the heroes to give them more screen time. I surmise Bang is going to get one just for him, and it could involve him revamping his school's philosophy, bringing back students or getting new ones... And finally reconciling with Garou. There's also a part in the manga where Bang thinks back to what he said to Garou: "do you truly know what it means to be a monster?" Would be nice to see the context behind that discussion since it hints that Bang did know of Garou's intent to be a monster. I'm guessing they fell out when Bang decided to be a hero, and Garou felt betrayed when his master became one of those people he detested :(

Ah, Bang might be another interesting character to gain wc focus next, but wait a sec. Part of his and Garou’s main problem was how they didn’t properly communicate (only thru fists basically), so that line was mainly Bang reflecting on his guilt (in indirectly causing this to happen) and responsibility to personally take him down after Garou’s attack on HA proclaiming himself a monster then. Bang’s in pain and regret there for seeing this happen and get out of hand under his own nose basically. Because if he’d actually been there more closely (off on hero duties likely another reason), and addressed the kind of guidance Garou actually needed (instead of just the ‘strongest first’ raising mentality), then things may not have turned out like this. So I actually doubt they ever had a previous discussion on the topic before (so most of this ‘monster’ stuff is shocking news to Bang too), and Bang also doesn’t know of Garou’s true intent either (Bang was so focused on his own side/needs, that he questions and wonders to Saitama where he went wrong with Garou, cause he still cares for him like a son/successor). What actually caused the rift between them was never fully explained (only implied), but the appeal in having them reconcile is to finally allow them a proper conversation to clear up many of those loose ends between them. :’) And in this case there’s still the lingering question of who’s gonna inherit the dojo too. Bang’s currently effectively retired from the HA, but he talks about his reasoning and next steps for it here (ch107):

“I was one of the reasons Garou became like that. Working as a hero to advertise the dojo only served to stir him up. This is where I step down (from the HA). I’ll work to train the next generation with my brother.”

We get his assessment and sense of responsibility on what happened with Garou, and how he wants to refocus his efforts on training the next generation (empowering more of the weak is another thing Bang tells to King about it). He’s aware that working away from the dojo as a hero on duty/business contributed to Garou’s anger (and we can guess Garou felt a sense of betrayal and isolation from a parental figure he trusted becoming a top S Class hero, combined with Bang’s responsibility/pressure on him as the top disciple, aka to become the successor of Bang’s style.) But if they don’t talk it out, then he’ll only ever be left with this...unaddressed guilt over it. :’) So that’s another reason why I’m hoping Garou comes back on his own someday -when he’s ready- to finally clear up the truth. Depending on what resolution they come to, Bang’s dojo may also become a possible place to stay or inherit, if Bang ever welcomes him back. Whatever happens then will be still Garou’s choice, however, but if it’s part of his ‘next steps’ in life, then I’ll be eager to see what that is.  

[savedbybangtan]

A Phantom Came at Night

Summary: You never thought Taehyung would take things this far.

(This is heavily based on Singularity.)

Genre: Thriller

2,200 words

Warning tags: kidnapping, stalking, noncon sex mentioned (not written)

                                      A Phantom Came at Night

The piercing sound of cracking glass was horrific enough to wake you out of bed with a start.

You clutched your bedsheets to your chest in panic in an attempt to assess the situation.

The window across the room, that you had left cracked open was shattered and the brick that flew through it was on your bed. A slow scan of your room showed that you were alone. Could this have been some prank? Were you being harassed by your coworkers after you took that promotion?

Arisen from your bed, you let your white sateen ankle length night gown drape around your ankles. Although March, it was still winter so the cold that entered the broken window chilled your bare arms and chest.

You approach the window slowly, as if another brick would come flying through.

Could this have been your ex-boyfriend?

He had finally stopped harassing you when you moved to this new neighborhood a few months back after the courts granted you your restraining order.

He wouldn’t risk going to jail. He had just entered management level at the firm.

You slid your back against the wall adjacent to the window, deciding that that if any bricks were to come flying again, you wouldn’t want to be in its trajectory.

Suddenly, from the third floor, you could hear a grunt and the bushes framing the property rustling. You freeze as you stare at the square beam of streetlight that fell on your bed. Fear hammered you in place as you tried to listen for more sounds of someone still being there. Your apartment unit is located on the third floor, but it would not have been hard for someone to climb up using the window frames below. This was noted when you first moved in, but you took comfort in the fact that this would be too dangerous for anyone to do. Besides, it would take a lot of effort.

Slowly, a shadow in the form of an oval started to block the light reflected on your bed from the bottom up, indicated that something was rising from the window.

You shut your eyes tight, hoping that whatever it was, it would just pass, or see that the place was empty.

After what felt like hours of loud silence you finally open your eyes, immediately turning left to look outside your window, curiosity getting the better of you.

“AHHHHH,” you shriek like a banshee as you came face to face with some white phantom mask. The perpetrator adorning the mask had both feet on your windowsill and steadied himself with his hands on the window frame. Before you could even think to push him out, he jumps inside making you bolt to leave your apartment from the front door. However, you could not take your eyes off of this male figure out of caution and shock.

You watch as he pulls a red cloth from his back pocket along with a small medicine bottle. The contents of the bottle is emptied into the cloth. You shouldn’t have kept looking back, you know it was the mistake all those bimbos in horrors made, but you could not believe this was happening to you. The closer he got, you could see thru the upward slanting eyehole of the mask, the person behind it.

“T-Taehyung?”

He strides over to you coolly as you still backed away, tripping over your coffee table and landing on the floor.

This could not be him. Sure, he had been caught walking around your home in the past. It was even strange that he started leaving disturbing notes on your car windshield, but breaking into your home was something that you had not anticipated.

“W-W-Why are you here?”

He didn’t answer, but you were sure it was him. He was the same height and had the same haircut you left him with in that courtroom.

He quickly drops to the floor near you and you scramble away, but he’s quicker.

Your foot is caught in a vice-like grip and he drags you to him, putting the cloth over your mouth.

 *****

 You woke up in his penthouse.

His sheets still smelled the same – like him and for an honest minute you almost missed him.

You’re still in your night clothes but the sun was now up. The cascading sound of water in the bathroom let you know the sun wasn’t the only thing that was up.

Same white carpets that you hated since his feet were always somehow dirty, same furniture and same trinkets littered around the furniture.

Although, you didn’t fail to notice that the mirror on his ceiling, right above his bed, had a large crack on it.

When you were with him, looking into that mirror in the morning would make you giggle as you thought about the previous night’s antics. His back would be in the mirror, shiny with sweat, as he rocked into your body. Fingers scraping angry red marks, you were hardly aware of the way your face contorted with every pressing stroke. Now, the chills you got were far from excitement. Now, a cold slime snakes over your skin as you stare into your cracked reflection.

Turning away from the mirror, you found that your head took a minute or two to adjust to the movement. He must have used chloroform. The after effects hammered your head.

Strangely, your favorite red coat that you were sure had gone missing at the dry cleaners was hung on a coat rack in the middle of the room.

Why was there a coat rack in the middle of the room and why was your coat on it?

With great difficulty, you got up. You had to get out of here. There was something clearly wrong.

You roamed around the room to find that your photos were still dotted around.

Fixating on one, you couldn’t help but to miss the times when Taehyung was still Taehyung.

You smiled brightly in the picture where he gave you a bear hug from behind, showing a boxy smile and crescent eyes. He normally only smiled or showed any kind of emotion when he wanted to manipulate people. He hardly showed what he was actually feeling to anyone except you. This was what made him so attractive to you in the first place.

Yet, he started being less collected, less composed, and more erratic as time went on.

He hardly responded when anyone spoke to him, outrightly showing his misanthropy. This bothered most of his coworkers. They spoke to you about it a few times until they decided to just isolate him.

He only became worse when he took that heavy loaded position at his work.

Less would he smile with you. Less would he show any emotions, let alone affection. Sex became listless. It seemed to be done for the same reasons you defecated. No more pillow talk, no more Eskimo kisses when you awoke to him staring at you, and no more love it seemed.

That was when you noticed you got the fake Taehyung, and now the world was receiving the ‘real’ him.

The sound of the shower stopped, taking you out of your reverie.

Feeling stupid for not thinking to before, you quickly ran out to get away.

Just as you left the room, he stepped into it from the bathroom door that was located on the opposite side of the room.

This time, you would not look back.

It was almost muscle memory that moved you to the front door and its locks.

However, they were different.

The code should still be the same you thought.

You entered it, hearing his footsteps draw near.

The door did not open.

The manual locks would not budge. You slammed it with your fists and that did not work either.

His sculpted, slightly damp body pressed against your back while his hands snaked around your waist.

“Why am I here, Taehyung?”

He craned his head so that his lips were level with your ear, blowing it faintly before whispering to you, “I wanted my woman back.”

You shuddered, a quake rumbling from your head to the tips of your toes. “I’m not yours. We broke up.”

“No, you broke me.” He lifted you into the kitchen with him. Your squirming seemed to not effect him.

You knew this room like the back of your hand, so when he turned around and started making coffee, you grabbed the butcher knife and pointed it at his chest when he turned to see why you were moving.

“Dying by your hands… there would be no sweeter death,” he said dreamily. “You already killed me once. It will only be fit that you did it the second time, but I am not leaving this realm without you following me.” He turned back to his coffee as if you weren’t holding the large knife right at his throat. “If you were to die, I’d kill myself. If I were to die in here, you would soon die as well. There are no phones in here and only I know the code for the door.”

You remembered his weird habit of leaving his smart phone in his car and throwing out his landline since only telemarketers would pest him.

He handed you a mug. “Cream and sugar, just like you like it.”

When you didn’t accept it, he rested it on the counter and walked into the bedroom to finish get dressed.

You were still stuck in the same lunging position when he came out, opened the front door, and left.

 Two years later

Taehyung walks into the dining room just as you set two plates down on the 18-seater dining table.

You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you greeted him with a smile, bringing attention to the diamond on your ring finger.

His chest swell, knowing you were truly his.

He takes off his blazer and you domestically help him, draping the jacket over your chair. He only grunts in response to your welcome. It gets eerily quiet as you both eat.

“So, how was work? I really missed you today.”

“It was the same as always.” He disregards your display of affection again, but you are used to it. Affection was a commodity he used on you to deepen your Stockholm syndrome, unbeknownst to you of course.

His affection was like striking oil after years of failed expeditions. You go without it for so long, but when you hit it, it pours and overflows. “I get really lonely when you’re not here.”

“Let’s have a baby,” he says painfully out of place. In your previous life, you would have realized how weird it was, but after being void of speaking to anyone but him for two years, you didn’t pick up on it.

Your eyes only widen in response.

It was a miracle you never got pregnant given that the only birth control used was the withdrawal method. He always preferred to ejaculate on your face, in your hair, and especially in your mouth, ruining many of your orgasms when he pulls out.

Your mouth open to speak but then closes.

“After you eat, prepare yourself and wait for me on the bed.”

Although he didn’t eat, he sat and watched you.

He never ate your cooking but always preferred when you still laid a plate for him. He still didn’t trust you after he found himself in the ER because you had been putting glass shards in his food.

You hadn’t meant to kill him. You only wanted a chance to go outside to escape. That was the farthest you had ever gotten. You might have looked ridiculous running through the city barefoot, but you were finally free. A few days later, you were on a train, heading thousands of miles away. You were ecstatic until Taehyung sat opposite of you on that train. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you in disappointment the entire ride. When it stopped, you bolted off the train and ran away, anywhere he wasn’t. You even ended up in a forest, little did you know he was following you the entire time you wore yourself out. That was when he crowded you with his much larger frame and practically dragged you back to the station where you waited on the train to go back. You screamed for help most of the way, but no one would step in to help you. Why did you even still have faith in humanity?

He used brute strength to trap you, but never violence. He always used kind words on you while you punched and cursed at him, until he suddenly stopped talking to you sweetly, except for when you had sex.

Happily, you took both plates to the kitchen and made your way up the grand staircase.

 a/n: I think I finally understand exactly what Singularity was about. I think it had a lot to do with Jung’s anima and animus (the female coat representing his feminine side that he never accepted). Singularity meant he wanted his feminine and masculine sides to become one – this basically sounds like sex right, man and woman becoming one? This is the most blatantly sexually charged track (the beat, video, dance, voice) in the album. I think this is why. Idk though, what do you think?

[greensconnor]

i’m asking about your dragon age characters

molly i would KILL for u im ur personal hitman now

anyway i said my city now because the entire bioware writing team sucks shit xoxo and i’m so much smarter than all of them but also fully incapable of having a normal amount of ocs for anything (see: the time i made 20 rwby ocs in less than two weeks) so i have. five worldstates here r some assorted thoughts

uhhh so the worldstates r as follows

eira mahariel (two-handed berserk/champ spec), rhett hawke (two-handed berserk spec), alas lavellan (mage knight enchanter spec), romanced alistair/fenris/dorian respectively

shiv tabris (dual wield duelist/assassin spec), radella “rads” hawke (mage spirit healer spec), kat adaar (two-handed reaver spec), romanced morrigan/isabela/cassandra respectively because im a pc gamer and i think i should be able to date whatever video game woman i like because im infinitely better than cishet men

this world state said yeah i respect mens rights. mens rights to shut the fuck up

twins bronson (sword/shield reaver spec) & bryant cousland (archer ranger spec), carmine hawke (archer assassin spec), syracuse trevelyan (dual wield tempest spec), romanced zevran/anora/josephine/bull. if ur wondering how that works my city now and the warden, hawke and the inquisitor should all meet and so they do because i Said So

riva amell (mage arcane warrior/battlemage spec), graham “gray” hawke (mage force spec), hellathen “hela” lavellan (archer assassin spec); romanced cullen/anders and later blackwall because hawke only likes men who will break his heart. hela doesn’t have a romance because she’s literally 20. who let her lead the inquisition (me it was me). also it should be noted the version of cullen i have in my head only vaguely resembles actual cullen because i write better than dragon age writers ever could and i gave him an Actual Cohesive Narrative and he gets bullied relentlessly for being scrawnier than his mage boyfriend

malien “mal” surana (mage spirit healer/keeper spec), jules hawke (sword/shield reaver spec), ash adaar (mage rift spec), romanced leliana/merrill/krem because i should have been able to kiss krem and its a Crime that i am not allowed to

knight enchanter is a Very op specialization and by Very op i mean it makes a mage with their built-in low constitution stats able to solo the biggest baddest dragon in the game on nightmare mode in under five minutes so like. alas lavellan fist fights dragons for fun send tweet

i think lavellans should be able to hit ppl with bricks for all the shit they endure. thus solas gets pranked by mahariel and alas by which i mean they just tip buckets of water onto him from the rookery

kat might be my only competent inquisitor but she did also try to knock out the right hand of the divine and attempt to gap even tho there’s fucky magic burning up her hand so does she have a brain cell? you decide

also its fantasy land and i do what i want so kat has blue/gold sectoral heterochromia

gray “mage rights” hawke is best friends with fenris which surprises literally everyone. their friendship started because they got into a fist fight and then they were like okay i respect u now. hawke is like hey fenris give me ur sword i have a fun trick to show u [uses his sword as a foci to zap carver in the ass with lightning]

i am Always thinking abt like how cullen could have been one man anti-chantry propaganda machine if he hadn’t so blatantly been shoehorned into every game past origins so anyway bioware forgot about a wholeass moon i can write what i like. [holds up cullen by the scruff of his stupid armor] not only are you bisexual you are also a bottom

i also Hate the whole uwu mage haters get fixed by romancing a mage

unlocked secret dialogue option where my inquisitors verbally cuss out dorian’s dad instead of whatever sympathetic narrative the writers were going for cuz its bullshit.

riva is a showoff and a Menace about being as good as he is because he unabashedly loves being a mage and hes like oooh look at me im sexy i dont need to use my hands to cast magic because i’m just that good ;)) and you know what. hes right.

gray, on the other hand, does Not want to be mage. he wants to be a druffalo farmer and retire in the hinterlands and be left the fuck alone. unfortunately he is gay and has one brain cell and terrible, terrible taste in men. ribbed relentlessly for this by riva (altho does he have room to talk hes been hung up on cullen since he was like 13)

shiv is trans n kieran is the result of doing the dark ritual with her wife and he looks a Lot like shiv (dark skin pointed ears, shock-white hair) and morrigan always just Assumed she dyed it or did something magic with it so seeing their kid come out like that was a WEIRD time for her

leliana almost Murdered by cassandra in worldstate 5 because the warden is Actually There The Whole Time, but its been 10 years, mal’s cut off all her hair and gotten full facial tattoos and she’s like “no one will know its me its fine” and she’s right. she gets away with it. only cullen like, Knows, because he knew her before the blight but he doesnt have a death wish n he like. will Not piss her off

shes dalish by birth n she was stolen from her clan by templars and thus is vehemently anti-circle and anti-chantry in general

uhhh the vallaslin (elf face tattoos) of my 4 dalish characters are:

eira = ghilan’nain (chose em cuz shes rlly interested in the navigation aspect of the goddess)

alas = falon’din (god of the dead n he picked them because he’s Also the god of fortune and alas is like tee hee fun but also he can and will kill u if u fuck with him so yk its fitting)

hela = june (god of the craft bc she likes to Make things but june is also the god who taught the elves 2 hunt and hela is. a hunter.)

mal = elgar’nan (allfather/god of vengeance bc. she is Vengeful. she is Angry. but yk fucking with shem politics and fucking their divine is like. mal may have little a retribution. as a treat.) yes she has the full half-face solid colour tattoo she does NOT fuck around.

bronson and bryant r not genetically identical but they Look similar enough 2 anyone who doesn’t know them well enough 2 play spot the distance. anora and bronson think this is a super fun game to play, especially when nobles realize they’ve swapped out the king but they’re too nervous to say anything

eira mahariel has two hands. one is for holding hands with alistair and the other is for throttling elven gods, apparently. she’s killed one before so solas she’s coming for your bitch ass next. watch urself.

speaking of eira and alistair are married thru dalish tradition and humans don’t recognize it n alistair loves 2 re-propose to her with random things. he’ll just pick up like. a bit of cheese and be like “marry me ;)” and she’s like GASP but whatever will the chantry say!!!! all of their friends r sick of them

“vhenan if you love me bring me a sword” “you think i could do better than a sword made out of space rock?” “:)”

eira is my youngest hero at 18 at the start of her game and kat is my oldest at 32 at the start of her game.

none of my hawkes are under six foot. rhett is the tallest (6′8″) and rads is the shortest (6′2″).

syracuse trevelyan would have been the Perfect inquisitor if he were not a pretty boy himbo and a gay bastard who does Most Things just to spite his parents.

[corypheus pointing at syracuse’s visage in his crystal orb thingo] i want that twink obliterated

i love the companions from older games return thing i truly do so i make it a point for Every companion to return in inquisition so the gang rlly is all here because i am a Slutte for found family

i lie in my keep worldstates because i dont want to choose between hawke and alistair during here lies the abyss but i never make him king and every time i play inquisition and cole has the wicked grace line it makes me Scream. alistair baby im so sorry i did this to you but i didnt actually do this to you

yes this is my everyone lives au but like. all the time. i have never left hawke in the fade and i do not intend to.

fuck whatever nonsense about wardens not being able 2 have kids. by sheer divine power (me) anora and bryant have three daughters; eleanor, sabina & cecelia n both bronson and zevran make Excellent uncles because i think anora deserves good things because i’m tired of bioware being like women bad, actually,

so like most of the time i have the warden & hawke turning up after the move to skyhold n then staying on, with the exception of bryant, carmine & mal. mal is as mentioned previously just There the whole time with her girlfriend. bryant steps in as king of ferelden w/ interests in closing the big hole in the sky spewing demons in2 his kingdom yk. carmine shows up because she wants to help & she wants protection for bethany but she outright says she’d rather die than be inquisitor so cassandra is shit out of luck.

“CHANGE HER MIND VARRIC” “she once doubled down on insisting amaranth was a shade of blue because she didn’t want to admit to being wrong. no one’s changing her mind seeker”

alas is the middle child of eight and is thus very good with children and also bossing around people older than him. 2 of his older siblings come to the inquisition when stuff in wycome has been settled

i left ash with the basic canon background with Some variation (he grew up under the qun and left of his own free will when his magic was discovered n he realized he couldn’t take living as a saarebas

kat on the other hand was raised tal-vashoth and has bounced around basically all over thedas and leads her own merc company when the conclave blows up. she also speaks multiple languages. is there a language she doesn’t speak? probably not

just realized how long this got so im gonna like. stop my general rambling now but lmao yeah theres some basics. waves hands.

[queerhargreeves]

Big Brothers Need Help Too

Diego’s usual stoic silence lasts longer than normal. His siblings take notice, because of course they do. 

sOOO tumblr ate the inbox request?? a wonderfully kind anon asked me to write a diego-centric fic where he doesn’t talk for a while and the siblings take notice!! i’ve been in a writing rut for a while, but this prompt broke me out of it. dear anon you are like my diego-angst soul mate!!! so pls, if you’re out there and wanna talk diego......im all ears!!

The Hargreeves siblings have been together post apocalypse for a few months now. And they’re mostly okay. They’re alive, and that’s all the matters right? Well, almost everyone is. Grace and Pogo are gone, but billions of lives are not. Hell, even Ben is as back as he can be. They’ve spent the last few months healing in their own ways.  

It’s been a tough six months for all of them. Vanya’s training has been long and intensive, but she’s gotten stronger. Her siblings have forgiven her for everything even if she hasn’t fully forgiven herself. She probably never will. Diego insists on giving her a ride to every rehearsal, making sure she gets to the auditorium and back safely. Allison and Klaus drag her out of her room and makes her join them on their nail party nights; even if she usually settles with a clear top coat or nude color she will happily paint Klaus’ nails nine different colors.

Luther, the most aloof and ignorant of them all, has finally started to accept that he is a victim of trauma: A victim of Sir Reginald Hargreeves, just like his siblings. He’s been ashamed of being seen for so long that he would purposely isolate himself from his brothers and sisters. He knows what he’s done to hurt them, what Reginald drilled into his brain was the correct thing to do. He’d flinch at any contact with his siblings, retracting so quickly as if their touch burned him. They all notice, because of course they do. He’s getting better about it though. With Klaus sprawling his legs over his knees on the couch and Diego’s shoulder massages after their sparring, how could he not. Their casual touches is slowly bringing the big man out of the shell that he’s never stepped foot out of before.

Allison’s life as America’s Sweetheart came to an end. The power that destroyed her life has been forcibly stripped away. This new loss, this disability, is something she’s had a hard time coming to terms with. Her brothers and sister help her in every way they can. Diego was the first to go to an ASL class with her, the rest of the siblings promptly went after. Vanya would always offer her voice to talk to her daughter, to be her interpreter.

Five, the man who went through literal hell for the sake of his family, is now learning how to actually exist. Being a person is so much harder than he had ever imagined. He was focused for so long on one thing: surviving. Five never really thought about what to do after that. He doesn’t remember a life before ashes, fumes, and a sea of nothingness. He doesn’t remember a life before killing, before taking orders. Diego is the first person to notice when Five gets lost in his head at the dinner table, his fork shaking lightly in his hand and his eyes looking far off. He’s somewhere else. Diego would simply lay a gentle hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. It was grounding. Five doesn’t quite know who he is yet, but shopping trips to the mall with Allison and Klaus and movie nights with Ben and Vanya are certainly good places to start finding out.

Ben, although he’s only able to be corporeal for 7 hours max a day, has had to do his own adjusting. Sometimes he forgets he can be seen, touched. The touches can be overwhelming, the locked eyes too intimate. Diego and Klaus are patient with him. They understand that sometimes he just wants to be corporeal and alone and they give him the agency he deserves to do so. But he’s grateful to be apart of his family again even for a little while at a time.

Klaus has been sober for six months, the longest he’s ever gone since he was 13. He has never been able to go longer than 30 days without relapsing so 188 days is a huge feat. His siblings have held him through the terrible dope sickness, the bone rattling shakes, the nausea. Allison would silently tuck herself in his bed in the middle of the night after hearing him scream in the middle of the night, muttering heart wrenching words about war and his lost love. He’d sob in her embrace as she’d run her hands thru his curls, whispering kind affirmations until her throat begged her to stop. Diego would and has dropped anything to take the man out on a late night drive. Klaus wouldn’t even have to say a word. All it took was one look at his brother for Diego to know he needed to get out. The house, the mausoleum, had so much history -  there were just too many of them. It didn’t matter where they went, Diego would drive for hours until if it meant Klaus would fall asleep in silence and safe.

Then there’s Diego. The now ex-vigilante has been one of the most solid constants for his siblings over the last six months. He’s been there for them through each of their traumas, their coping, and their recovery. He’s been an anchor for each of them in his own way, never asking for a thank you or any recognition of the sort. Diego has always been the softest of them all, not that he would ever admit it. Before their rankings were enforced, before they were taught that emotions were a sign of weakness, Diego was the most empathetic of the bunch. He’d pick Vanya up when she fell and scraped her knee in the courtyard, helping her over to their mom for a band aid. He’d always play tag with Luther and would let him win when he could see he was getting frustrated at losing. Diego was always a good, kind brother in his own way.

Which is why it shocked Klaus that no one noticed until now. Diego had never been much of a talker unless he was angry and felt the need to be defensive. His nonverbal communication was usually enough. And he’s been less angry, working on his impulse control and actually thinking through his feelings instead of immediately acting on them. A silent pat on the shoulder, a hug, a nod towards the door to signal a car ride was all it took for his siblings to know his intentions.

But this? This went beyond Diego’s usual causal stoic silence.

The siblings were sat around on one of their three living areas, the only one with a TV. Diego, Klaus, and Ben were on the three seater couch with Diego cushioned in the middle. Vanya and Allison curled up on the floral loveseat and Five and Luther sat on their own recliners. They were watching Disney movies, per Allison’s instance that Five be educated on some of the classics he had missed out on. They were on movie number two, Bambi. Vanya and Diego’s favorite.

“Hey Di,” Klaus started, voice soft as looked up from his place on Diego’s chest to meet his deep brown eyes, “Why is Bambi your favorite Disney film? It makes sense for Van, but I wouldn’t expect something like Bambi to be your cup of tea.”

Klaus could feel Diego’s body tense at the question, pursing his mouth in thin line before he settled on a quick shrug of his shoulders. Klaus cocked his head, not finding that answer completely satisfactory. There was no witty comeback, no snide remark. No backlash. Why isn’t he saying anything? The more he started to think about it, the more he realized something.

Diego hasn’t said a word all day. Wait, scratch that. He actually can’t remember the last time he heard his brother say anything. Something that hasn’t happened since they came home from an interview where Diego stuttered through an answer and was forcibly shoved in the tank for 36 hours.

“C’mon bro, this is a safe space and all.” Klaus shifted from his spot on Diego and straightened up, turning his body so he could look his brother straight in the eyes. “Tell me. Why is this your favorite movie?” He asked again, louder this time. Diego didn’t know how long ago the movie got paused but what he did know is that he wished he didn’t give Five the remote privileges for the night.

“Diego?” Vanya piped up, her voice small but full of concern. “What’s wrong...are you..?” She trailed off. This was so unlike her big brother.

Diego opened his mouth, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His tongue was jammed in his mouth and nothing but strangled grunts escaped his lips. He gave up after a few moments, closing his eyes tight and sighing softly. He started to shrink in on himself, his usual usual strong presence turning into anything but.

“Oh Di.” Ben wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Diego gave another shrug, his body releasing some of the tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Diego, how long has this exactly been going on?”  Five asked cautiously, his voice lacking it’s usual edge and snark.

The six siblings watched as their brother struggled to form words. They all saw the shame start to wash over his face. He was becoming more red as each second passed. Diego started to close in on himself, but Ben’s arm was keeping him from completely slipping away. They knew he was almost scared of their reactions of what would come out of his mouth.

“Please, Diego we just want to help. It’s...it’s okay. Like Klaus said, safe space.” Luther affirmed, leaning forward from his seat and placing a firm grip on his knee and giving it a light squeeze. Allison cleared her throat until Diego met her eyes and gave a gentle smile.

“Please, we love you.” She signed and mouthed.

He took a deep breath, trying to remember what his mom told him all those years ago. Just picture the word in your mind, right? He knew his trigger letters, he knew to speak out the exhale of a breath if his stutter was particularly bad.

“S-since M-mon-m-monday.” He managed to get the answer out, his hands curling in tight fists and leaving moon imprints on his palms. God, this was a lot harder without Grace here.

Vanya eyes immediately narrowed at her brothers frustration and in one swift motion she plopped herself criss cross applesauce right in front of the man before he could break skin. She gently ran her hand on his knuckles and started massaging his wrist until he slowly released the firm grip.

“Monday?! Bro, that’s six freakin’ days!” Klaus exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“Diego, why didn’t you tell us? It’s just - you’ve helped us all so much. Like, with everything. Let us help you this time, yeah? I know you like being the strong, big brother all the time but it’s okay. You don’t think any less of me when you help me, right? Or Five?” Klaus stressed. Diego shook his head.

“Right! So don’t wait so long to confide when stuff comes up. I’m sorry I didn’t even think to see how you’ve been coping? We’ve all been so caught up in our own lives that it just. It shouldn’t of slipped - it won’t happen again.”

Diego nodded again, letting out a soft scoff.

“I-I-I th-thought I c-could g-get over it alone. But w-w-with-without m-mom…”

“Without mom, it’s hard, right?” Vanya finished a few seconds after Diego stopped, making sure she wasn’t speaking over him.

“It won’t be the same, and I can’t promise we’ll be as good as her. But we can try. All of us.” Five assured, the other five siblings agreeing and nodding their heads.

“It’s n-not that I-I-I don’t trust y-you guys,” Diego paused, thinking carefully on how to word the next statement.

“I-I just d-d-didn’t w-want to w-worry you. I’m s-sorry I didn’t s-say a-any-anything.”

“Honestly? I’d be lying if I said I’m not worried, Di.” Klaus started softly, “But we don’t have to go through this shit alone anymore, remember? You of all people should know that. You’ve taken me on more drives the last few months than I’ve been on in like, my entire life. You take Van to every rehearsal, you’re the best at ASL so far. You’ve always had the biggest ‘protective big bro’ energy and I’m sure even Lu over here can admit that.” To which Luthe agreed with a “true, true” at the statement.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to lean on us when you need to.” Klaus ruffled Diego’s hair, causing a quiet giggle to erupt from the man.

“I think this calls for a Hargreeves group hug, no?” Allison whispered softly and signed.

“GROUP HUG!” Ben exclaimed, wrapping his other arm around Diego. The rest of the siblings jumped up and squashed themselves around each other, not daring to move for another 30 seconds.

“I-I know I c-c-can h-hold my b-breath, b-but I d-don’t think F-Five can.” Diego’s voice was barely audible, muffled from the center of the pile.

“Oh Diego, always the observant one.” Five gasped as they disbanded, heaving dramatically.

“I think Di deserves remote privileges for the rest of the night, no?” Vanya grinned, running her hand through her hair.

“The honor is yours. But please, no more Fight Club.” Five pleaded.

“Fine. K-k-karate k-kid.” Diego retorted, yanking the remote off the chair and collapsing back on the couch. Five rolled his eyes, but his tiny grin and prominent dimple always gave away his lack of annoyance.

“Karate Kid it is then.” Luther agreed.

Yeah, so maybe they weren’t perfect. But they were the only people who could even begin to understand what each other went through. They knew each other through and through. They knew each of their flaws, their insecurities, their defense mechanisms. That meant nothing goes unnoticed, but that always meant that nothing would go unsupported. The seven of them would be there for each other always - the spent entirely too long tearing one another apart. And they saw how that could’ve ended. They weren’t going to do that anymore, the Hargreeves made sure of that.

[loserholland]

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Pairing ➺  Ceo playboy!Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning ➺ so sorry, i really am

Word Count ➺ 1,519

Summary ➺ An arranged marriage between two polar opposites.

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𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜

- 𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚞𝚛

Pain, sorrow, grief, misery, torment, agony and heartbreak. 

She laid in the dark, the sounds of her whimpers and sobs echoed throughout the room. It’s been two weeks since London, those two weeks were slow and dreadful the pain that dwelled in her heart grew heavier each day. Endless amounts of notifications flooded her screen, many miss calls from her mother, text from Vivian and no calls from Ben. That was expected.

Ever since she left London she hasn’t heard from Ben nor his mother, she had nothing to be sorry about nor did (Y/N) have anything against Alexa. If anything she was mad at her son for running back to the person who made him who he was.

It would be a lie to say she didn’t miss him, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to remember the memories, she didn’t want to remember anything about him yet the pillow next to her was intoxicated with his scent. God did she hate how heavy her chest felt and the fact that she could never hate Ben no matter how much she tried. 

“(Y/N)?” Audrey entered her daughter’s apartment, the curtains drew closed on the windows that held a beautiful view of New York. Her heart was heavy for her daughter, after what had happened over the past two months she had shut everyone out. She knocked on the her bedroom door, the small sobs that slipped pass (Y/N) lips began inaudible. Audrey had visited (Y/N) ever since she came back from London and (Y/N) broke the news about how she called off the engagement. 

Everyday her mother would visit her, place some soup outside her door along with tissues and chocolate. Everyday her mother was greeted with the same silence, still placing the small gifts she brought outside her daughter’s door. Giving her time to heal and not push her to come out and talk. 

“I’ll be off, come by soon ok?” (Y/N) listened as the heels slowly became an echo and her front door was shut and locked, she laid there staring up at the ceiling. She wanted to get up, she wanted to get out of bed head back into the office. Yet all she did was lay in bed and cry over Ben, she has every right to but there are times when she’d lay there and think what’s the point? Why should she lay in bed and cry over someone who cheated on her?

Then she remembers all the good memories, all the good memories and milestones they created when they were together, all those memories lead up to the day she walked out and left her ring in Ben’s hands. She wanted to turn back and make him chose, she wanted to turn back and hug him ask him if his actions were a mistake. But she left, she gave her heart to Ben and watched him shatter it to pieces right in front of her.

(Y/N) gave it a few days, it took much energy to get out of bed and head to her parent’s house. She was hesitant at first, unsure if she should go or not. The last thing she wanted as for her mother to not be home but her father was. He was one of the very last people she wanted to see and talk to at this very moment of time.

She stood there on the porch, bringing her fist up unsure if she should knock or not rethinking her decision of coming here. It was raining in New York, it was an exact reflection of her mood. 

Gloomy and grey.

The sound of rain descending from the grey clouds that blocked the yellow sun, (Y/N) stared at the beautiful man that laid next to her, their naked bodies tangled in one another as the duvet covered them. Her index finger traced his nose, then his cheekbone down his jaw and stopped at his lips. She leaned forward placing a kiss on his lips, his arm snaked around her waist pulling her closer to his chest. 

She pulled away with a smile running her fingers through his blond locks and whispered, “Morning bub.” Ben smiled sleepily placing a kiss on her nose.

“Morning love.”

“(Y/N)?” The voice of her mother brought her back to reality, before (Y/N) could respond Audrey engulfed in a big hug, a huge wave of relief and joy washed over her mother as she pulled away to look at her daughter. 

“I’m glad you came, come in from the cold I’ll make us some tea.” Audrey ushered her into the house helping (Y/N) to remove her coat before hanging it onto the jacket rack that was in the foyer. Before (Y/N) could even question the presence of her father Audrey could sense her worry and lead her into the kitchen, “He’s at a hotel in the city.” (Y/N) nodded knowing whom her mother was talking about. 

She sat on the barstool around the marble countertop island tracing the rim of her tea cup, staring into the deep brown liquid slowly zoning out of reality.

(Y/N) sat on the window bench watching the sunset, how the sky was painted a beautiful red orange and the scattered white clouds were now a baby pink resembling cotton candy. Ben walked in holding two mugs handing one to (Y/N) and keeping the other for himself, accompanying her on the bench. 

“It’s beautiful.” she murmured still fixated on the sunset, Ben watched in awe as the sunset slowly glowed through the window kissing (Y/N) skin, the light made her skin look golden and soft. “Hm, but I think you’re beautiful love.” Ben spoke causing (Y/N) to crinkle her nose shaking her head lightly at Ben. 

She took a small sip of her hot tea before continuing, “Thought you might say that, loser.” Ben chuckled leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek, “You liked it though.” (Y/N) bursted into laughter, shaking her head at Ben as she placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Yes, I did. But you’re still a loser.” 

(Y/N) slowly sipped at her tea, sitting in silence with her mother. She wanted to ask what happened after everything went down and why her father was staying at a hotel in the city. “Mom? Why is dad staying at a hotel?” Audrey shrugged lightly taking a few sips of her tea, taking a deep breath and relaxed placing her mug back onto the counter. 

“Simple, he has been lying to be for the past nine years. He didn’t tell me he still spoke to Presley let alone wanted her to take her COO position.” (Y/N) pressed her lips into a thin line, focusing on the tea that sat in front of her. This was the time to get all her questions answered, well at least most of it. 

“Did he know Ben was Presley’s ex?” 

Audrey placed her hand atop (Y/N) giving it a light squeeze, “No, he truly didn’t. From what he told me, Presley never opened up on who her boyfriend was.” relief ran through her veins, taking a little weight off her heart if her father knew Ben was Presley’s ex and wanted (Y/N) to marry off with him she would’ve gave her father hell for it.

After spending hours of talking about anything and everything with her mother, (Y/N) was about ready to go home, the downpour was heavier making it hard to see the road ahead. The headlights weren’t much of a help either, the light barley expanded out and everything ahead blurry and hazy. 

“Gosh I-” before she could even react the sound of a blaring horn caused her to come to a halt the muscles in her bodies shut down and her eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t know nor see what was currently happening, her car flipped over smoke slowly filled the air as she laid there unconscious.

Giggles filled the hallway, (Y/N) ran after her twin girls scooping them into her arm as they screamed in defeat squirming around their mother’s arms as she settled them back on their feet.

The sound of the front door clicking unlocked brought the girls attention away from their mother as they shouted with glee. “Daddy!” (Y/N) leaned against the doorframe of the foyer watching as her husband of four years peppered kisses onto their cheeks. 

Ben walked over to his beautiful wife placing a kiss on her sweet lips as their daughter screamed “Ew! Daddy kissed mommy!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully at their comment as Ben spoke, “How was your day Mrs.Jones?” she slapped his chest playfully before wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“It was good Mr.Jones, how was your day?” 

Ben placed his head a top her shoulder sighing as she felt him relax into her arms, “Better now that I’m with my family.”

I guess it’s fucking true.

Your life flashes before your eyes just before you die.