#chaos has arrived drag their ass !!!

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* EKKO LEONG ∶ negligent yet dexterously  twenty - seven  year  old  rank  e  lone  fighter  who  goes by they + them pronouns and is always sporting an infuriating, self - confident smirk. born and awakened in portland, oregon, often can be seen walking around with their self - made axe resting on her right shoulder, drowning their tormented thoughts in a glass of whisky, or playing around with death, their pitch black cat. sharp as the weapon they carry but impetuous as a hurricane, ekko greatly enjoys the boiling anger that burns in another’s eyes when they manage to get under their skin, the strong, wet sound their axe makes when it hits its target & the feeling of alcohol burning down their throat. chaotic evil, capricorn sun & caos enthusiast, they identify themself as a pansexual non - binary demon person, has the terrible habit of tapping their blunt nails slowly on surfaces just to annoy people, and awakened at the tender age of seven, after bearing pain so enormous it got them begging for  death .

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝓢𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝓐𝐍𝐃 𝓣𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. ❜

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ professor!miguel 𝓍 professor!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. it was just a stupid party. drink, flirt, and gossip. you weren’t expecting to have a one nightstand with a charming, mysterious man. you also weren’t expecting he is the newly hired professor at the same university you teach at.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. college!au, strangers to enemies (sorta) to lovers, tension, angst, smut, protected sex, fem oral, confessions, jealousy, swearing, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader ( mdni )

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. i had lots of fun writing this, definitely another fav of mine. kudos to @lazyjellyfish300 for the wrist kissing scene because of her post. thanks for the inspo, queen! ♡

enjoy yourself tonight.

that’s what your friends told you.

despite your many objections, they dragged your ass to a party. a friend of a friend is throwing it. not wanting to be a complaining bitch, you suck it up and tag along. a basic mini dress and matching heels. nothing too extra, just simple.

the minute you arrive there, you want to leave. you don’t know anyone but you’re two friends, lyla and felicia. the best decision is to stick by their side. unfortunately, felicia is flirting with some tall light brunette skinny guy. he isn’t that attractive but everyone has their own taste. lyla, on the other hand, immediately heads over towards the food. she’s a big eater, already stuffing her mouth with appetizers.

a sigh escapes your lips. left all alone.

so much for enjoying yourself. your friends ditched you and you don’t know a single soul here so how the hell can you enjoy yourself tonight?

the only thing to enjoy is “double fantasy” by the weeknd playing through the speakers.

with nothing much else to do, you stumble towards the bar. you kindly ask the bartender for a modelo. the look he gives you says you picked an odd choice out of all options but shrugs it off and fetches your requested drink. you resist rolling your eyes.

fucking dick, you thought to yourself.

it’s been 10 minutes and you haven’t received your corona. your brows furrowed in confusion.

“excuse me?” you call out to the bartender, who’s dealing with other customers. of course the bastard didn’t hear you over the loud ass music. another sigh falls from your lips. “excuse me, sir?” you wave.

that finally got his attention but his slightly annoyed expression caught you off guard.

what’s this dude’s deal?

“you forgot my modelo.” you tell him, trying to be polite, maintaining your attitude.

he turns around and grabs it from the shelf.

it was there so easy to grab yet took him 10 minutes? he was just straight up ignoring you.

“sorry.” the bastard mutters without eye contact then walks away to tend other customers.

now you roll your eyes. “cabrón.” you mutter, grabbing the bottle and take a sip of the drink.

turning around, you scan the area. half talking on the sidelines and half on the dance floor. your eyes widen when you find felicia making out with that same guy. welp, at least she’s having a great time. you shrug it off with another sip of your modelo. glancing around, you begin feeling like an outcast. your fingers clench the glass bottle, holding it to your chest. standing there awkwardly as everyone else has fun.

instead of glancing around like a weirdo, you wander around the place. passing by all types of people you’re not familiar with. trying not to bump into someone, especially a drunk idiot.

with your social battery running low, or basically not in the mood to deal with people, you find a secluded space where not much people are. away from the dumb party. you stare out at the view, the gorgeous city of nueva york from a rooftop.

just a moment of solitude.

a delicious fresh breeze flows by, making you close your eyes to relish the refreshing air.

“escaping from the chaos?”

a baritone voice form behind makes your while around, startling you a bit.

a man, tall and broad. clad in all black. dress shirt, slacks, and oxfords. brown curls slicked back. a simple silver necklace dangling around his neck. a matching silver watch that was obviously expensive. his right hand holding a small glass.

utterly handsome, definitely your type. you only like brunettes. what caught your eye are those sharp cheekbones and strong jawline. so perfect and sharp, slide your finger along them and you’ll get a paper cut. firm, masculine facial features.

“parties aren’t really my forte.” the lack of enthusiasm in your voice says it all.

“you’re not alone.” he walks forward, walking up beside you. “they aren’t mine either.” he stares out at the view, taking a sip of his beverage.

you observe him with curious eyes. turning around so you’re facing the view again. only this time you have company. strangely enough, you don’t mind. you get a good whiff of his cologne. damn, he smells good.

you also realize exactly how tall this man is. way over a foot taller than you. perhaps two feet taller.

“suppose we’re the outsiders.” you joke.

“like the book?” he muses.

you quirk a brow, intrigued by his reference. “i guess so, classic book and movie.”

“agree.” the man hums.

a beat passed by before he speaks again. however, his next few words surprises you.

“i have to confess, i noticed you earlier.” he admits. “you caught my eye. i just had the urge to talk to you, as strangely as it sounds. which i apologize for.” he quickly adds that last phrase.

you gaze up at him. intrigued by his interest in you. it was foreign to you since you’ve only been on a few dates but never led to anything serious. or a man confessing wholeheartedly of their interest.

you notice his slight tensed expression when you don’t respond. the air got tensed as well.

“miguel o’hara.” he quickly introduces himself, extending his free hand for you to shake.

you finally respond with your name as you gently shake his hand. taking mental note of his engulfs yours completely. damn, they’re really huge. you make sure to not ogle at them.

“so what brings you here?” you decide to initiate a proper conversation. your interest in this man slowly grows. his mysterious aura is so alluring.

“mutual friend of the party owner. didn’t want to come but was forced to anyways.”

your brows raised in surprise. “in the same boat. i was dragged here then left like getting dropped off at daycare.” you take a sip of your drink.

that earns you a light snort from the tall man. “doesn’t seem like true friends.”

you shrug. “they’re great, just spending time with things they love. men and food.”

miguel’s head tilts a little, one thick brow quirk up. “what do you love?”

the question caught you off, definitely wasn’t expecting nor know how to answer. what do you love? it’s complicated, despite how simple it sounds.

“solitude. being alone is comforting.” your gaze returns to the view, away from his for a moment.

“i guess i ruined that comfort.”

you lightly shake your head. “you didn’t. surprisingly enough, your presence is actually the only one that doesn’t bother me tonight.” you look back at him.

it’s true. his alluring presence doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable or annoyed. intrigued and captivated instead. perhaps he is another outsider like you.

“well, i’m glad to know that.” the corners of his very plump lips twitch upward, a brief smile.

surprising, that makes your heart flutter a little. you’ve only met the man and already has an affect you. no other man has done that before.

you and miguel carry on your conversation, getting to know one another. you two retreated to the kitchen inside, sitting on the barstools at the kitchen island. sipping on your drinks. his fingers would linger beside your bare calf. his touch igniting sparks in your body. your expression remains a neutral as you talk, but internally screaming. damn this man really has an affect on you. perhaps the only good thing that came out from this stupid party.

“seems like it’s getting more intense. do you want leave? someplace less crowded where we can hear each other better.” a light chuckle left his lips.

a little smile graces your lips. “sure, besides i don’t wanna deal with more drunk idiots.”

that earns you another chuckle from him, making your heart flutter once again.

you try finding felicia and lyla to let them know you’re leaving but there’s too much people it’ll be possible to find them. you’ll just send them a text.

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miguel takes you a small pub which was much less crowded. you have dinner there since both of you didn’t eat at the party. this was much better, in a quieter atmosphere, no chaos, and having a sincere conversation with someone who’s considerate.

“can i kiss you?”

his husky, seductive tone makes your heart swoop.

you then remember this could lead to a one nightstand and nothing else. although, there is this spark between you two, obviously sexual tension. miguel may be a nice guy, just don’t fall too deeply. it’s be a one time thing. it’s also probably be the last time you’ll ever him since you two never talked about your personal life like jobs, if either of you live close by. you prefer to keep personal information private, miguel respected and understood that.

you nod with a tiny smirk. “polite, i like it.”

miguel grins as he leans closer. his breath fanning yours. his lips gently pressed against yours. a gentle, soft kiss. damn his lips feel good, all plumped and nice. yours, though, are addictively sweet. he can taste your lip gloss but doesn’t care if some get on his. you never thought you’d kiss in a pub, let alone in public but with miguel, you feel comfortable.

he takes you back to his apartment. on the drive there, his hand gently massaged your thigh while driving with the other. your body tingled in excitement at the sensation. the same hand never left your lower back as you entered his home.

instead of rushing to the bedroom, you two talk a little more. miguel reassured you if you wish to leave, if you’re not comfortable with this because he doesn’t want you to think he’s only looking for sex. he truly enjoyed his conversations with you. you told him it’s fine and want to stay with him.

truthfully, you’re excited for what’s coming but of course you keep that to yourself. you’ve been wet since the moment his fingers were on your calf back at the party. his touches are just something else.

gently taking your hand in his, miguel guides you to the bedroom. he turns around and gingerly cups your face with both hands then kisses you. your hand rest on his abs, feeling the muscles through his dress shirt. you fight the urge to unbuckle his belt, you don’t want to seem desperate.

the kiss grows more passionate. shivers go down your spine as his hands slowly trail down your back. shoulder blades, the curve of your spine, then at your hips right above your ass. you can sense his hesitation so you decide to apply some pressure into the kiss and roam your hands over his broad shoulders to tigger his tendencies.

it worked since he gently palms it through your dress, eliciting a soft moan from you. now that did trigger his urges. bending down, miguel grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you in his arms. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his slightly pinched waist as he walks towards the bed. very carefully, miguel placed you down the mattress, hovering over you, yours lips never detach. your fingers dig into his brown curls as your passionate makeout season continues.

you softly sigh as his lips brush along your jawline then your delicate neck. fingers playing with his curls, making miguel’s mind hazy.

he leaves a few more butterfly kisses on your neck before lifting up. miguel glances at your chest then your eyes. “puedo?”

you nod with smirk, hiding your excitement.

his fingers grip on the zipper on the front of your dress and slowly pulls it down. miguel bites back a moan as peeks of your cleavage are revealed to his lustful eyes. a glimpse of your black lacy bra hugging your breasts perfectly like a gift.

you inhale sharply as his large palms gently cup them. he gives them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you. board palms playing with the soft squishy fat, kneading it with expertise. the lacy fabric of your bra on his fingertips. the addicting sensation makes you arch your back, chest leaning into his touch. miguel buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and licking the soft skin. a moan falls from your lips when his hands push them together, stuffing his face more with your soft tits.

one hand trails down to the hem of your dress. “is this okay?” he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

you hum with a nod.

miguel slowly pulls your dress off your body over your head then tosses it on the floor. his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of your exposed body. eyes roaming over each curve.

his admiring gaze makes you a little nervous. it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with someone. last time was a one nightstand with some asshole, in the beginning he didn’t seem like one, and he only went straight for pound town, not silently worshiping like the mysterious man above is.

you also don’t want to be the only one almost naked. your fingers grip on his belt. “your turn, guapo.”

a low chuckle falls from his lips. “impatient.”

you help him unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. decorated with chest hair. the sound of his belt unbuckling makes your body tingle in excitement, specifically down to your throbbing core.

your eyes widen in awe at his muscular form. chest hair, delicious abs, and mouthwatering happy trail. they widen more as you notice the large bulge in his boxers. you expected him to be big due to his large frame but the outline makes it look like a monster.

“lift up your hips for me.” he said.

you obliged, lifting your hips. miguel slides a pillow underneath, giving you some support.

he bends down towards your legs. grabbing one leg, his lips brush against your calf. miguel slowly trails up your leg, reaching towards your inner thigh. your heart raced in anticipation. your breath hitched as you feel his lips sucking your inner thigh. your core throbs terribly, desperate for him.

he grins against your skin as he feels your legs twitch. “impatient for me, huh gatita?” he slowly moves towards your clothed cunt. miguel’s grin widens as he hears a small whine from above.

“no te procupes, gaitia. i’ll make sure you scream my name.” his seductive words makes sends shivers down your spine. gripping the edges of your panties, miguel slowly drags them down your legs.

those crimson eyes never leave your exposed pussy as he tosses your panties on the floor. grabbing your thighs and placing them on his bulky shoulders, miguel dives in and licks a stripe up your throbbing core. making you shudder and let out a soft moan. he switches between licking you up and sucking your sweet bundle of nerves. those sweet noises you’re making encouraged him to continue.

“dios… you taste amazing, gatita.” he moans against you, sending vibrations through you. “my dessert tonight.” he says in between licking and sucking.

his lips suck bit more aggressively on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. instinctively, you dig your fingers in his hair once again. each lick and suck makes you grip on his hair tighter, earning a muffled groan from the brunette man.

“miguel!~” you moan, arching your back off the bed as he starts penetrating you with his tongue.

the tip of the wet muscle penetrating you perfectly. causing your back to arch like waves. instinctively, you grind against his face. endless moans spilling from your lips. you definitely weren’t expecting him to be such a munch. each flick of his tongue, lips sucking your clit contain with such expertise.

after more flicks of his tongue, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his tongue with your sweetness. a shiver runs down his spine at how beautifully you sang his name. miguel drinks you up feverishly as if he found an oasis.

finally, he moves away from your now sensitive pussy. “delicious, gatita. best dessert ever.” miguel seductively runs his tongue over lips, collecting the leftover of your sweetness. the sight makes your pussy flutter. he caught that and smirks.

grabbing a condom packet from the nightstand, miguel swiftly takes off his boxers. his cock bouncing out from its confinements. your eyes blown out by the size of it. holy shit he’s really fucking huge. there is no way that will fit inside you. your pussy, however, throbs for it, despite its size.

he sensed your apprehension. “i’ll be careful. lo prometo, gatita.” miguel climbs back on the bed, hovering your smaller figure.

“do you trust me?” he asks softly. “if we need to stop, tell me.” sincerity in his tone.

you nod. “i trust you.”

gripping his cock with a hand and the other on your thigh, miguel aligned himself with your entrance. a shared moan mingles in the steamy air as he slowly slides through your tight fluttering walls.

“fuck- so tight, gatita. gotta let me in a little more, por fav.” miguel groans.

you try by spreading your legs as much as you can, giving him the space he needs. a soft whimper falls from your lips as you feel his bulbous tip settled against your sweet spot. as soon as he bottoms out and you give him the green light, he does a slow thrust. eliciting a soft moan from you.

gingerly taking both your wrists with one hand, miguel’s gaze is locked with yours as he slowly kisses them then pins them above your head on the pillow.

“gonna make you feel good, hermosa.” he whispers huskily before capturing your lips with his, slowly thrusting into your tight cunt.

your moans and whimpers are muffled, sallowed by miguel’s lips. his cock slowly dragging out before plunging it back inside your fluttering walls with a deep slow thrust, allowing you to feel every inch of him. even with the condom on, you feel all of him.

miguel is in awe of your blissful expression. fluttering lashes, brows furrowed, gorgeous eyes rolled back, pretty sounds falling from your lips, back arched. a sense of pride flowing through his veins, knowing he is causing those movements of ecstasy.

“hermosa… taking me so well.” he softly pants, face leaning closer towards yours. his panting gently hitting your face as he admires you.

“oh miguel~” you moan as a big deep thrust hits your sweet spot. back arched for the hundredth time.

he lets out a groan as he feel yours walls clenching his cock. going insane at the sensation, motivating him to slowly pick up the pace of his hips.

obscure sounds mingles in the hot air of sex. your moans and his groans in unison. his hips snaps against yours at a faster pace. with his free hand, it travels down to where you’re connected and flicks your clit with his middle finger. causing you to moan loudly which makes him smile, back arched off the bedsheets at the sudden intense sensation. your hands balled into fists, nails digging into your palms.

“no other man has fucked you like this, huh gatita?” he pants above you. a grin on his face that grows wider when you shake your head followed by a whine.

the bed rocked due to miguel’s slight harsh thrust. the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. he’ll get complaints from his neighbors but doesn’t give a shit. this intimate moment with you is more important than worrying about disturbing his dumbass neighbors’ slumber.

a few more rough flicks to your puffy clit and thrusts against that sensitive spot, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his concealed cock, miguel wishing he could truly feel it but accepts it and is too mesmerized by your angelic expression as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure so beautifully.

as soon as he gently releases your wrists, you use all your strength and flip positions. miguel’s eyes go wide as he’s suddenly laying on his back, impressed by your sudden take of control but oh so loves the view above him. resting your hands on his abs, you ride his cock after feeling desperate to do so. another loud moan escapes your lips. you feel him deeper in this position. all the way in your guts.

large palms grip the fat of your hips, tightening with each roll of your hips. while riding the fuck out of him, you suddenly remembered you’re still wearing your bra. quickly unclasping it with a hand, the garment falls off your chest, freeing your breasts. miguel’s eyes widen, a groan rumbling from his chest at the sight of your exposed breasts. watching them jiggle as you bounce on his dick. a thin layer of sweat coating them like a dressing.

a deep feeling of hunger bubbles in his body. his hands on your hips travel up to your bouncing tits and gropes them. kneading the soft mounds feverishly. relishing the squishiness in his palms. with his thumb and index finger, he pinches your perky nipples then gently tugs them. eliciting a loud whine from you. the reaction makes him grin.

a loud groan erupts from his throat, throwing his head back against the pillow as you circle your hips in sinful manner. “oh fuck- mami…” instinctively, his hands return to your hips, tighter this time.

your legs were about to give out due to the burning sensation but miguel’s hands on your hips guiding you was a big help. the more you bounce on his cock, the faster both your orgasms were approaching.

“fuck- i’m gonna—“ miguel cuts himself with a load groan as he reaches his climax. spurting thick white ropes into the condom, filling it with his seed. secretly wishing it was your pussy.

you come as well, marking it as your third time tonight. you’re never orgasmed so much in your life. definitely an incredible experience.

you collapse on his chest and miguel immediately wraps his arms around you. your pants echoing the room as you both recover from your highs. his thumb tenderly rubbing up and down your spine as comfort.

after a few minutes to recover, miguel tossed out the used condom in the trash and carefully cleans you up with a towel from his bathroom. after cleaning up and giving you a water bottle, he then joins you in the covers and allow slumber to call both your names.

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you never forgot that night.

you left that morning before miguel woke up. a part of you felt guilt but it was a one nightstand after all. despite the chemistry between you two. some things are meant to end. it’s just how life is.

besides, you’ll probably never see him again. miguel radiates that mystery guy vibe who’ll you will meet once and never again afterwards.

you really liked him, you really did. still do, in fact. he never left your mind. his touch still lingering on your skin like a ghost. how good he made you feel, the sex and conversations with him. you felt so comfortable with him. however, it was just a one time thing.

oh well.

now summer activities are over and the new school year begins. another year giving lectures. you love your job as a professor, encouraging and motivating students to become their best.

each year is different. you’re excited to see what’s in store for this school year.

dressed in a fresh outfit for the first day. a baby pink blouse with a long white silk skirt. after your first two lectures, you decide to head to the teachers lounge for a quick cup of coffee. you didn’t go to your usual cafe this morning since you were in a bit of a rush.

entering the lounge, you head over to the counter where the coffee maker is. waving and greeting fellow colleagues on your way in. once you make your coffee, you stir it with a plastic spoon. after enough stirring, you take a small sip to test if it’s good. a satisfied hum from your lips says it all.

as you turn around to start your journey back to your classroom, your heart drops.

standing across the room talking with a few other male colleagues, a man with brown hair and stands way taller than his two counterparts. clad in black button up shirt and dark denim jeans. a pair of thick rimmed glasses settled over his eyes.

miguel.

the same miguel from the stupid party.

the same miguel you fucked that same night.

suddenly, you feel paralyzed. a wave of shock coursing through your body. jaw dropped and eyes popping out of your damn skull.

he’s a fucking professor here? at the same fucking university as you? what the actual fuck.

you fucked a coworker?

oh fuck.

those thoughts pause the moment his eyes meets yours before widening as well. his expression matches yours. a wave of anxiety hits you.

shit shit shit.

your body goes into panic mode and you bolted out of lounge. not sparing a glance at him. anxiety consumes your body like a virus. heart pounding in your chest as you hurriedly walk down the hallway. you didn’t notice the concern looks given your way as you rush back to your classroom.

a sudden wave of nausea hits you as you enter your classroom and hurriedly shut the door. tossing your coffee in the trash. the nausea destroyed your thirst and hunger simultaneously. holding your hands close to your chest, you slowly slide down against the door before sitting on the cold tile floor. the rapid drumbeat of your heart echos in your ears. chest heaving frantically and eyes fluttering.

this can’t be happening. this can’t be true.

miguel is a fucking professor?

but you’ve never seen him before in previous years. you’ve been teaching at nueva york university for four years. never once you saw his devilish handsome face on this campus. you’re 100% sure of it.

oh shit- is he new?

word has been announced a new professor, a biology professor specifically, has been hired.

oh my god- it’s fucking miguel.

glancing at the clock on the wall, your phone was on your desk so you couldn’t read the time easily, it’s an hour before your next lecture. that gives you time to deal with this mindfuck and calm down.

all you pray is to not run into miguel at all.

that ultimately fails when he catches you in the parking lot.

“don’t touch me.” you aggressively shrug away from his light touch on your upper arm, stomping your way to your car as fast as you can.

“please, can we talk?” miguel pleads, almost sounds desperate as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“no, stay the fuck away from me.”

“hermosa, pro favor—“

“stop!” you whirl around with bloodshot eyes, making him stop in his tracks. “stop following me! i don’t wanna fucking talk to you… at least, not in public…” you quickly glance around the parking lot, making sure there’s no bystanders.

his eyes do the same before sighing, his shoulders slumped. “i know, just please let me explain to you.”

you shake your head. “i said not in public.”

“then let’s go someplace else.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you.”

he frowns, secretly butthurt. “¿porque?”

“because i don’t wanna be seen with you because we’re coworkers! when people see us together too close, they’ll get the wrong idea.”

another sigh escapes his lips, understanding what you’re implying. “i understand but we really do need to talk—“

“no, we’re not talking. end of conversation.” you stomp your way to your car, which was only a foot away, ignoring miguel’s pleads.

part of you really wants to talk to him, know what the fuck is going on. it’s the right thing to do but the potential gossip of two professors hanging out with each other a bit too closely which could jeopardize you both consumes your mind.

miguel gives up and stops chasing after you once you got into your car and drive off with a pissed off face. shoulders still slumped as he sighs, feeling defeated and a little frustrated.

“fuck…” he curses at himself, running a hand through his brown curls.

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you avoided miguel like a fucking plague.

cooped up in your classroom majority of the day. the only times you’d leave is to use the restroom, fr an a quick snack from the local campus cafe, meet other professors for discussions.

luckily, miguel hasn’t shown up to your classroom. probably doesn’t know which room number is yours. although, you don’t doubt he has asked others for it. but still, he hasn’t shown up yet.

you never stepped foot in the lounge in fear of seeing him there like the previous time. too afraid to see his large silhouette around campus and chase after you.

you feel so fucking guilty. you truly are making this worse and awkward than it already is. you should talk to him, sort this shit out. communication is key.

but fear is consumes you like virus.

you fucking a coworker would cause a scandal. okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. you and miguel are both adults and professors. you just don’t want drama or gossip spreading around. coworkers whispering behind your back. that’s the last thing you need, more bullshit added to your list.

you exhale deeply as you walk down the hall towards your classroom. the first lecture starts in 20 minutes so you had time to grab breakfast at the campus cafe. a croissant sandwich and fruit.

“hey!” a familiar male voice calls out.

turning around, you see your coworker eddie. a sigh of relief leaves your lips, thankful it’s not miguel.

“hey, eddie.” you greet your friend with a smile.

“hey, me and the guys are meeting at jackie’s tonight. you still planning to come?”

the guys consist of you, eddie, your coworker peter and his wife mj, your other coworker jessica and her husband. eddie used to bring his girlfriend anne until they broke up. almost every friday, you all would head over to jackie’s, the local bar for funnies.

you nod with a smile. “yep, i’ll be there.”

“okay, cool! also, should i get red or white tulips?”

you quirk a brow, smirking. “you’re really trying to win back anne, aren’t you?”

a shameful smile plastered on his face. “yeah…” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck with a hand.

you sigh, shaking your head with a smile. “white because they represent forgiveness.”

eddie claps excitedly with a big grin before pulling you in a quick, tight hug. “thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re the best!”

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. “of course, eddie.”

“see you tonight!” he lets you go then starts walking away with a wave.

you laugh, waving back. you hope things work out for him and anne, unlike you and miguel. you dismiss the thought with a head shake and walk away.

unknowingly, a pair of jealous brown eyes observed the interaction from down the hall. miguel knew eddie, one of the coworkers he became acquainted with on his first day. he sometimes gets on miguel’s nerves with his shitty ass humor, and consistent crying about his breakup with anne.

but oh eddie was really on his nerves when he pulled you into a hug. miguel’s jaw clenched and fists tightens at the intimate moment. he knows eddie is still in love with anne, would never chase after another woman because his heart still beats for her. by the interaction, it seems you two are friends which is totally fine. it’s normal to have friends.

but miguel’s brain says otherwise. eddie’s arms wrapped around you made his eye twitch. jealously boiling in his veins. miguel knows he shouldn’t be jealous because you’re not his and he’s not yours. but his feelings for you are strong. he wished it was him giving you that hug, just to feel you in his arms again.

your distant behavior was taking a toll on him. turning on your heel the minute he sees you and tries chasing you but ultimately fails. it leaves him upset and frustrated. miguel needs to talk to you.

he needs to find a way.

he has find a day to talk to you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

as you’re walking down the hall to your classroom, a yelp falls from your lips as you’re suddenly yanked by the arm into a supply closet. whirling around to face whoever snatched you, your eyes widen.

“motherfucker…”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t have another choice.” miguel holds up his hand cautiously.

“dragging me into a supply closet, where the janitor can clearly walk in, was your only choice?”

he lowers his hands. “okay, not the greatest idea but i just need to talk to you.”

“no.” you try moving past him but his bigass frame blocks you completely. “ugh! move, miguel.”

“not until we talk.” he said sternly, crossing his arms.

you groan, rolling your eyes. “ya te dije, i don’t wanna talk to you. especially not here, miguel.”

“tell me why you’re freaking out and i’ll let you go.”

anger and impatience boils in your veins. nails digging into your palms as your fists tightens. “i swear, if you don’t move i’ll—“

“what are you gonna do, gatita?” he coos, smirking.

“don’t call me that, especially in public.”

“we’re in a supply closet, there’s no one else.”

you grown out of frustration. “ay por dios, miguel! let me out! i have a class in 10 minutes!”

miguel just stands there with an intimidating expression, piercing eyes looking down at you. his heart races in his chest. being so close to you again makes his mind hazy. it’s been weeks, almost a month since you’ve been in the same space, standing so close to each other. he fought his demons to touch you, hold you in his arms.

you whine, running both hands over your face. you can’t believe this is happening. locked in a closet with the man who’s been constantly on your mind. tossing and turning in your bed having wet dreams about. whose touches still linger on your skin.

you hate the way he towers over you so easily. you hate the way he can corner you with his big frame. you hate the way your heart is racing because of him.

“fine, you wanna talk? let’s talk. why didn’t you tell me?” you fold your arms, mirroring his posture.

you went straight to the point.

miguel sighs, frowning. “first, you never mentioned you worked at a college. second, at the time i didn’t know if i was getting the job or not. i didn’t get a call until a week after we met.”

allowing his words to sink in, you do remember not mentioning you’re a professor at nyu. you kept personal information private.

“okay, the first part is on me.” you state before sighing once again. “fuck…” you lean against the wall with a thud, staring at the ceiling to avoid his eyes.

“trust me, i’m just surprised as much as you are.” miguel takes a small step closer.

you look back at him, staring at each other for a moment. if you had superhearing, you��d hear both your rapid heartbeats. the close proximity makes you and miguel anxious, bashful messes.

quickly blinking, you snap out of it. “there, we talked, bye.” swooping past him, you quickly open the door and walk out, not giving him enough time to react.

thankfully, there wasn’t anyone in the hallway. rushing back to your classroom, you swiftly close the door and sat down at your desk. you let out a deep breath before slouching down in your chair.

you can’t believe that just happened.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

coffee and books, two of your favorite things. you pay a visit to your local bookshop café. you spend an hour and a half slipping on coffee while reading a murder mystery novel. once it’s time to leave, you pack up your things and exit the little café.

the night sky above tells you it was late. on the path home, you pass by a sketchy alleyway. decorated in graffiti and trash scattered among the floor. a shadowy figure emerges from the shadows.

“hello, gorgeous.” a homeless man.

you ignore him, picking up the pace so you can avoid the man at all costs.

“don’t walk awayyyy.” the idiot slurs.

“please, stay away from me.” you keep on walking but you can hear his footsteps behind you. anxiety begins creeping through your veins.

“whaaat, i’m not gonna—“

“leave the lady alone.” a third voice said.

turning around, you see miguel standing in between you and the homeless guy.

“s-sorry, man.” the man holds up his hands in surrender. a slightly frightened look on his face before walking away like a coward.

with a stern frown, miguel keeps a cautious eye on the guy until he was completely gone. he then turns around, about to ask if you’re okay but you opened your mouth already.

“you’re following me, now? fucking creep.”

miguel lets out a frustrated groan. “i’m not following you. i just left the boxing gym and was on my way home then i saw you on the way.”

“uh huh, sure.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“ay mujer, when will you fucking believe me for once?” a sigh escapes his lips.

your eyes dart at his outfit. a black tank top and a matching sweatshirt over it. gray motherfucking sweats. strings of hair sticked to his forehead due to sweat. his duffel bag hanging over his shoulder.

fuck, he looks so good. you imagine him boxing, muscles rippling with each punch—

no, can’t have horny thoughts right now.

“what is this? my knight in shining armor? real fucking classic, miguel.”

“wh- no. that homeless guy wouldn’t stop bothering you so of course i had to stop him.”

“oh so what? you want my token of gratitude? sorry, i don’t have a handkerchief on me.” you pretend checking yourself for one. “i’ll just say thank you and goodbye.” you turn around and start walking away.

miguel blinks in disbelief at your childish tactics then proceeds to follow you. “you can’t just keep ignoring me and pretend nothing happened!”

“yes, i can.” you state firmly, still walking away.

“just talk to me!”

“miguel!”

a pregnant pause falls between you two. staring at one another. chests heaving, feeling breathless. your yelling cussed some heads to turn but neither of you care. people continue brushing past you both.

“not here…” you plead softly.

with a sigh, miguel silently nods and you both walk back to your apartment. the tension grew stronger during the silent walk back.

once you stepped foot into your apartment, you force miguel to take a shower because you don’t want his sweaty ass sitting in your living room. he teasing comment about showering together earned him a slap on the arm. his chuckling and smirk on his handsome face makes your skin crawl. he changed into his other set of clothes, different shirt and sweats. you take a shower after him, changing into a nightgown with a silky robe over it.

how the fuck did it get this far? one minute you’re avoiding him like a fucking virus at work, then he’s sitting on your couch after using your shower.

after offering him tea, you hand him is mug then sit down on the other end of the couch, leaving mic space between you two. much to his dismay but miguel understands and respects it.

another long awkward silence before miguel speaks up. “i was really happy i found you…” he glances at you. “i haven’t stop thinking about you since.”

that made your heart skip a beat.

“i really enjoyed spending time with you. i’ve never felt so connected with anyone before. i knew you were special the moment i saw you and i’m glad i decided to go to that dumb party to meet you.” he turns so he’s fully facing you. “believe me, spending time with you is better than any party.”

your heart did multiple summersaults. his words created butterflies in your tummy. never in your life someone had said such heartwarming words to you, nevertheless about you.

“when you left,” you notice his tone changes, a bit more sorrowful. “i was scared i’d never see you again. i asked some friends from the party if they knew you or at least your friends so i could find you. but i got no luck so i…” he pauses for a moment, sighing.

that guilty feeling returns, consuming your body. “i’m… i’m sorry i left. it’s just… i thought it was a one time thing so…” your gaze falters.

miguel frowns, upset but understands. he was about to say something but you continue on. he didn’t mind though. he wants to hear you.

“but the truth is i do feel the same way. i haven’t stopped thinking about you either. our conversations did mean something to me. i’ve never felt so comfortable with someone, especially right off the bat. it felt so nice having a sincere connection because it’s hard to find that with someone.”

you quickly glance up and see his expression softened. it reminds you of those conversations with him that night. how attentive and thoughtful he was.

“the reason why i’m freaking out is because coworkers dating isn’t really looked upon on well.” you tear away from his gaze with a shrug, concealing your embarrassment. “i didn’t want gossip spreading around and affect our jobs. especially you since you just started.” you let out another sad sigh.

that frown returns, but a concern frown. “hermosa…” scooting closer so he’s next to you, he gingerly cups your cheek with a hand, making you look back at him. “i appreciate your concern, a lot. i understand coworker relationships aren’t praised but honestly i don’t care.” he watched your eyes widen. “i don’t care what they say. what i do care about is you.”

your heart flutters, butterflies in you belly.

with both hands, he gently holds your face in his hands like the precious thing is in his palms. “i really like you, querida. i want nothing more than getting to know more of you, if you let me.”

at this point, you heart is beating like a drum. lashes fluttering and cheeks warm. his kind, heartwarming words washes your worries away. finally, you allow your heart to win. gently placing your hands on his wrists, you give them a loving squeeze. “sí.”

the corner of his lips curl up into a smile. a smile that makes your heart swoon. leaning closer, miguel gently pressed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. your hands leave his wrists to cup his face. his hands slowly move down your body, fingers skimming over the fabric of your silky robe waist as the kiss grows more passionate. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean closer. his own secured around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

things escalated quickly, growing spicier. soft moans and groans. lips devouring one another. hands roaming around feverishly. left with no patience, miguel quickly rises from the couch and rushes to your bedroom, carrying you bridal style in his arms. your laughs echoing in the hallway.

perhaps everything was going to be fine. as long as miguel is by your side and you by his, no negative comments or criticism will stop you from loving each other. in fact, nothing but praises came your way when your relationship was later revealed.

everything was fine.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ♡ @rinyukaa @laysmt @felinespark @eatalyy @devotion @miss-canon-event @club-danger-zone @clearlysworld @unhinged-reader-36 @slut4oscarissac23 @hao-ming-8

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

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Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

[kokorose]

Boy you give me the feels - OP81

Oscar Piastri x KpopTsunoda!Reader

Faceclaim: Momo (twice)

Summary: the one where Oscar is dating Yuki’s older sister.

A/n: yes I know Momo is one of the older members in twice but it’s my story so she’s now born in 1999.

Happy late Valentine’s Day

Pics: Pinterest

Yn_Tsunoda posted:

📍seoul, South Korea

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Yn_Tsunoda: 🌸

Tagged: 🐨

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YukiTsunoda: 🤮

User1: omg

User2: omg she’s soft launching!!!

LoganSargent: 👁️_👁️

User3: LOGAN?!?

User4: what’re a bunch of f1 drivers doing in Yn’s comments and likes???

User5: she’s the older sister to one of the drivers.

User6: WHO?!

User5: Yuki Tsunoda, he drives for Alpha Tauri

User6: okay that explains him and Pierre in the comments and likes but not Logan and Oscar!

User5: Oscar’s been in her likes for about a month and a half now.

OscarPiastri posted

📍Melbourne, Australia

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OscarPiastri: I want to see every sunrise and sunset with you

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LoganSargent: Dude… at least give me photo credit

OscarPiastri: fine 📸: LoganSargent

User5: awwww this is so cute

User6: omg Oscar that caption!!!

LandoNorris: Mate, save some romance for the rest of us.

YukiTsunoda: 🤨

User7: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!!!

User8: wait, wait, wait, the gf looks familiar

User9: you know what… I’m feeling it too

YnTsunoda posted

📍monza, Italy

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YnTsunoda: Sushi and Ice Cream kinda night.

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YukiTsunoda: the sushi is the best looking thing in the post 😁

YnTsunoda: and I’m the best looking in the family

PierreGasly: 😂

User10: I love the Tsunoda siblings dynamic

User11: pure chaos

OscarPiastri: 🍣🍣

User12: OSCAR!!?

LandoNorris: ew fish

YnTsunoda: Lando… I’m Japanese…

LandoNorris: still it’s not right

User12: what is going on here?!? She knows Lando!!

OscarPiastri Posted

📍Tokyo, Japan

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OscarPiastri: I love Japan

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LoganSargent: now that’s just disgusting behavior

LandoNorris: 🤮🤮🤮

User13: not the boys ganging up on Oscar😂

User14: She was there?!

FredVesti: she’s waayyy cooler than you!

User15: I swear I know that face from somewhere!!

YnTsunoda Posted

📍Suzuka

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YnTsunoda: Suzuka quali+ family

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YukiTsunoda: at least he can cook, you’re last one couldn’t. Mom told me she likes this one.

User16: shots fired shots fired

User17: drag that old man’s ass Yuki!!

User18: not Yuki coming for Heechul’s old ass.

LilyMuniHe: It was wonderful meeting you!!

YnTsunoda: it was wonderful meeting you too!!

Franciscacgomes: my favorite pretty girl 🥰

YnTsunoda: ❤️❤️

User19: is that… Oscar? I swear to God that’s Oscar.

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OscarPiastri: Pre-race snack

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YnTsunoda: made with love❤️

LandoNorris: is it fish

OscarPiastri: no it’s chicken you muppet

User20: that’s so cute.

User21: omg!! His girlfriend’s so cute!!

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F1Gossip: Possible Wag Sighting!!

Kpop singer Yn Tsunoda has arrived at the Japanese Grand Prix. She’s here supporting her younger brother Alpha Tauri driver Yuki Tsunoda at their home race here in Suzuka.

But…there’s been speculation she’s linked with McLaren driver Oscar Piastri. The two have been in each others likes and comments over the past couple months and fans of both are wondering if they are each others mysterious partner.

Could she be our newest wag?

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User22: Omg!!!

User23: That’s Oscar’s girlfriend?!?

User24: it’s just a rumor

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YnTsunoda: Ozzie’s first f1 podium!!!

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YnTsunoda: So proud of you baby!!

LoganSargent: Yes Mate!!!

LandoNorris: baby’s first podium

User25: omg!!! Omg!!

YnTsunoda posted

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YnTsunoda: Proud girlfriend moment!!! I’m so proud of you!!! I love you ❤️

Tagged: OscarPiastri

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OscarPiastri: Thank you baby!!

User26: OMG!!!!!

User27: awwww

AussieGrit: That’s our boy!!!

YnTsunoda: ❤️

LandoNorris: THATS MY BOY!!!!

LilyMuniHe: cuties

User8: I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!

OscarPiastri posted

📍Austin, Texas

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User28: awww

User29: The twice lyrics 🥺🥺

User30: He went to her concert 🥺

YukiTsunoda: welcome to the family Oscar

OscarPiastri: thanks Yuki

User31: This relationship has been JYP approved.

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DP x DC Prompt: Kindred Spirits

(aka yet another prompt where Ari accidentally writes a oneshot instead of a prompt because they get overly excited about their ideas. Inspired by the Danny Phantom episode Kindred Spirits (hence the name))

President Luthor passed a handful of laws, countless half-assed laws that sent the goverment into chaos and made a mountain of paperwork for the League. That mixed with a handful of attacks in different areas of the world that needed their attention, the fact that one of their most dangerous enemies was in charge of an entire country, and a handful of other variants they were too buried to be aware of the Anti-Ecto Law and the calls that kept getting blocked by the Government to their systems, alerting them that somebody was potentially in some kind of danger.

It wasn't until Clark and Bruce were visiting his parents in Kansas though that they realized just how much they were missing. It was a type of play-date (though they refused to tell Damian that was what this little adventure was called) which was to allow Damian a chance to play with Jon and see the animals the lived on the farm, it also gave Bruce some time away from the city after an injury required him to take two weeks off to allow his shoulder to recover.

Bruce was fine, it was Clark who was worried.

Bruce was watching the two boys play as Jon taught Damian more about milking cows as well as explaining why it was important to do such when both Jon and Clark both stopped suddenly and looked West.

After a moment Jon let out a very worried, "Dad..?"

"I hear it, Jon. You and Damian go inside and get some lunch." Clark said as Jon nodded, then practically dragged Damian away, much to Damian's complaint.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked as Clark glared west.

"Screaming, specifically a teenager. It's muffled and echoed like he's underground. Whoever is screaming is in trouble."

Bruce frowned, jogging over to his car climbing inside as he quickly began to change into his costume as Clark zipped into the house then zipped back out in costume. "Can you follow the sound?"

"As loud as it is? No problem." Superman said as Bruce pulled on his cowl.

"Good. Take us there."

Superman didn't hesitate to grab Batman's good hand as the two went into the air and flew in the direction of the sound. Batman had no idea what to expect when they arrived as they flew through the Colorado Mountains, but a mansion of a cabin with no cars out front seemingly abandoned was the last thing he expected.

At first there was no sign of anybody or anything in the area. No neighbors, no cars, no sign of a break in, not even any noise that Bruce could hear, only proving to Batman once more that Superman's hearing was nothing to take lightly.

"Where?" Batman asked as they landed.

"Directly under the house. But... it's gone quiet. Too quiet."

Batman frowned, looking at the house and the insignia on the front of it. "Vlad Masters."

"Who?"

"Vlad Masters. He's one of the names on Lex Luthor's paperwork, supplies him with some of his 'space tech' and 'energy'. His business has always been shady but it's always been 'mysterious clean' whenever we look into him." Batman said as he went to the door, using his tech to hack into the security system before they entered the house.

Animal pelts, hunting trophy's, countless other signs that it was some kind of glorious vacation home also suggested that nobody was home. The fire was cold, there was no sign of life, but there was something green on the floor near a wooden vanity that had been broken in half and recently.

Suddenly, Batman heard a low but muffled voice should from near the fireplace.

"YOU EXIST TO SERVE ME! JUST DO IT!"

Batman glared as they both ran towards the fireplace as Batman began to adjust some of the statues when the head of a Vlad bust rolled open at the forehead exposing a red button. Before he could hit the button though there was another voice, this one was clearly a young child.

"YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!"

"NO! NO!"

Batman clenched his teeth as he hit the button, the fireplace beginning to open in front of them. Suddenly there were lights on that he could see which lined the staircase. The two began to rush down the stairs, following the sounds of people talking when the young voice spoke again.

"I can do this..." The voice echoed.

"You don't have to. Cover your ears and get behind me."

Batman and Superman made it to the basement just in time to see what happened next. A man with black hair who was dressed as a vampire was approaching two children, a teenage boy and a girl closer to twelve. They both had white hair, green eyes and black and white suits. They looked like siblings, or cousins.

Regardless of their relationship the boy was in front of the girl protectively, sucking in a deep breath before an absolutely horrifying noise ripped it's way out of the boy in a wave of green. Superman immediately smacked his hands over his ears and Batman found himself doing the same thing but he didn't take his eyes off of what was happening in front of him. Machinery and tech was knocked off of the walls, the round cracked, and the vampire was thrown away from him and slammed into the far wall.

The amount of power coming from this one kid was intense and something Batman had never seen before, and judging by the look on the vampire's face it was something he hadn't been expecting from him either. Batman looked back at the boy, who seemed to be getting more pale by the second, his body shaking as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes simply from the amount of energy the ability he was using must have taken.

It wasn't until the vampire seemed to transform from it's vampire appearance to a more familiar appearance of Vlad Masters, a sight that Batman honestly didn't expect to see in such a situation but not one that exactly surprised him either. If Vlad was a meta that made some of the things that didn't make sense before a lot clearer.

Finally, the boy had no energy left as the yell - or rather the wail - cut off, dropping everything that had been thrown against the wall including Vlad. A similar white ring surrounded the teen as he seemed to transform from a white haired green eyed teen to a black haired blue eyed teen that immediately crumbled to his hands and knees. He had bruises from fighting, but the bigger concern were the bruises on his wrists that were clearly from restraints of some kind.

Was the boy the one Superman heard scream?

The young girl checked on the boy, who was shaking and looking like he was seconds away from passing out.

"Out of power... but worth it to take this place down..." He said, seeming to notice Batman and Superman with wide eyes, but the others didn't seem to spot them yet.

Vlad got up and started marching his way towards the kids, transforming back into his vampire appearance as the girl blocked the boy.

"Stay away from him!" She said, her hands glowing green as a puddle of green began to form under her feet.

"Oh, I don't think so girl, you don't dare use your powers again. Danny's beaten, this is over!"

Batman and Superman launched into action as Batman threw one of his batterangs passed Vlad's face, causing him to jump away from the teens. Vlad turned, seeming to expect somebody else but then being absolutely shocked and almost frightened when he saw who was standing in front of him.

"Superman and Batman? Here?" He growled, his hands glowing as he glanced passed them at the kids who seemed almost as frightened as he did. "I can save you both, you know? Take you away from them and keep them safe."

"Think... we're safer away from you, you absolute Fruitloop." The boy said, trying to get up just to stumble and fall again as the girl seemed ready to protect him from Superman.

Vlad laughed, "We'll see about that, Daniel. If you think I'm dangerous... imagine what they'll do with the truth." Vlad suddenly shot up into the air, flying through the ceiling.

"I've got him!" Superman said, flying up the stairs after Vlad while Batman turned to face the two kids.

"Stay back!" The girl warned, her hands glowing again as the puddle started to grow.

Batman held up his hands, taking a step back. "It's alright, nobody's going to hurt you. What's your names?"

The girl looked at the boy who seemed to be fading fast. "If you help him and don't hurt him... I'll tell you everything but if you hurt him... I'll destroy you." She warned.

Batman nodded, "I'll help him, I promise."

She relaxed, finally allowing Batman closer to the teen who looked up at him and tried to move away just to end up falling to the side instead. Batman put his hand out, supporting the teen before helping him sit up more steadily.

He looked at the bruises on the kids wrists then at the container behind him which had shackles in similar shapes and sizes to the bruises on him. Whatever this was, whatever Vlad Masters was doing, clearly surrounded this boy. That meant they had to get him out of there.

Batman carefully picked the teen up, surprised at just how light he was. Did this kid eat? He adjusted his hold on the teen who put his head against Batman's shoulder with a tired sigh as the girl grabbed Batman's cape. He gave her a soft smile before the three of them started marching up the stairs, meeting Superman at the top who sighed.

"He took off towards the North-East." Superman said as Batman nodded with a 'Hm'. "So, what are your names?"

"I'm... I'm Dani and this is Danny." The girl said.

"Two Danny's?" Superman asked, "Doesn't that confuse your parents?"

"Considering my dad is Vlad, I'm guessing not." Dani huffed.

"She's... my clone..." Danny muttered, exhausted as both Superman and Batman blinked in surprise. "But you're not allowed to hurt her. Made by Vlad or not she's my family and I'll protect her..."

"Nobody's going to hurt anybody." Batman promised, "For now we're going to get you somewhere safe and figure things out. Superman, call Flash and tell him where we are, we're going to need a pick up."

Superman nodded, reaching to grab his League Communicator as he walked away while Batman set Danny down on one of the couches.

"Okay, there you go. What did that guy mean when he implied that we were dangerous to you? What do you all think we're going to do to you?"

Dani shrugged as Danny looked at him.

"Anti-Ecto Control Act... what I am, what Plasmius is, what Dani is... we all fall under a law that says we're non-sentient. The law says that anybody with ectoplasm in our blood is to be captured, contained and destroyed. Which means that legally you should be trying to kill us... not help us."

Batman frowned, "I've heard of the law, didn't think it held ground and least of all enough ground to follow." His frown faded as he gave the kids a reassuring smile. "Plus, I'm technically a vigilante, that's hardly legal too. So, what the law doesn't know won't hurt them. Besides, you guys seem plenty sentient to me."

The two Danny's smiled before Dani let out a sniffle as she rubbed her eyes.

"I'm sorry... Danny... I'm sorry." She sobbed, hugging onto the older Danny who hugged her back.

"It's okay, Danielle... it's okay."

It wasn't okay. None of this situation was okay. But, Batman would do everything in his damn power to make sure that it was fixed as soon as possible.

[lyramundana]

Ok so hear me out:

Yknow that one tiny crop top hannie wore which showed off the entirety of his slutty jaist and cute lil toned belly in a lalalala stage?

What is reader sees all the horny stays on twt describing just what filthy things they want to do to him? What if she shows them to lino too? What is they both get so painfully turned on and deliciously jealous by it that they decide to teach our quokka a lesson? How, you may ask? By fucking him absolutely brainless and marking every single bit of his gorgeous body, especially his waist and stomach (and lower ofc)

And, the lil cherry on top of the poly!minsung sundae, what if reader makes hanni take a picture to post on his bubble while she's pounding him with her big ass strap, and lino playing with his pretty nipples?

It'll be their dirty secret, they do have quite a possessive streak (poor hannie can't wear crops for a long time after that)

ohoho you dirty anon, i love your brain so much🤭👀

Me personally, if i was the girlfriend, i'll be proud of the chaos he unleashed and join the Stays's excitement, but the idea of marking him and reducing him to a pile of tears and begs sounds far too tempting.

You bet they won't leave a single trace of his skin clean. If there's not cum in it, there's a bruise, if not a bruise, a hickey, and the list goes on. They want to imprint themselves in Hannie's body, make an statement to the world that this beautiful angel is theirs and only theirs. And sweet boy is enjoying it so much, getting punished by both of his loves is his utmost fantasy. Having their greedy hands over him, playing with him, scratching him, slapping him, it makes his cock so hard it hurts. It hurts deliciously.

They can't help it, he looked so damn good and irresistible in that top, and he knew what he was doing. He wanted to push the buttons, delight in their hungry stares on him. He loved it. It thrilled him to no end. Meanwhile, Lino is too busy counting the time until the shooting ends to drag him to the nearest empty room and teach him a lesson. When the door is closed and there's only the two of them, it's on. The only thing preventing him from ripping the damn top off it's knowing that their sweet girl would want to see it first, so he just pulls it up and rips off the jeans instead, forces him on one of the make up tables and slams unto him with a fast pace, not even prepping him. He covers Jisung's mouth with his hand to mute his moans, while the others grips his waist. Minho bites his neck roughly and sucks on it until the familiar purple-redish bruise starts to appear. His handprints are all over Jisung's butt cheeks, still bouncing against his cock helpessly. Minho has to close his eyes and groan lowly when his orgasm hits, thousands of white spots filling his vision. He ruts into Jisung's hips to push his cum deeper, and then drops him like an used toy...without making cum.

"What's the matter, slut? You wanted to cum? Too bad you don't fucking deserve it. We'll see when we get home, wonder what Mommy has to say about this"

Once they arrive, it's obvious "Mommy" isn't happy about it. Not in the slighest. She spent the entire morning seeing Stay's feral reactions to that top, and her blood boils at the idea of so many people seeing and wanting what belongs to her. She sees Jisung's glossed eyes, his trembling lips, the bruises in his pretty skin. "Mommy, please, help me. It hurts so much. Daddy left me hanging li-"

She grabs his jaw and seethes on his lips.

"You should be grateful he actually put his dick inside you, you fucking whore. You really think you deserve anything after that stunt you pulled, letting the entire world see you like this?"

He stutters, eyes wide in fear and excitement. God, he loves this.

"B-but, I didn't want to! It was my job, the stylists said-" Minho scoffs.

"Bullshit, they told me you insisted on wearing that. Said you wanted to cause an impression on our fans.."

A dark, tense silence fills the room.

"So, not only you're showing off without our permission, but you have the nerve to lie to me?" she growls.

His eyes start to get teary again. "Mommy, I.."

Minho places a firm hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, love, it's not his fault. I think we might neglected him a bit, our poor baby. You know how much he hates not being the centre of attention all the time"

"Is that it, baby? Aw, i'm so sorry. Don't worry then, we'll make up for it"

And they do. By the end of it, he's tied on the bed, completely naked except for the top. Blindfolded and Minho thrusting his hips brutally while folds him in half by his legs. His pretty thights covered in teeth marks and bruises, same with this abdomen and cute waist. Minho whispering dirty things in his ear as the boy cries out and tries to free himself from the handcuffs. He lost count how many times he has cum, but he can feel the excess of his cum (or your and minho, he doesn't know at this point) tainting his face and lower body. She's holding a vibrator against his dick, her free hand holding the phone and recording everything.

"C'mon, Sungie, smile at the camera. Wasn't this what you wanted? Leave an impression on Stays? I'm sure they'll love this one"

Minho lets out a breathy chuckle, panting and groaning.

"Too bad they won't ever get to see this"

Jisung is a mess. His cheeks wet with his tears and reminiscence of both of his lovers' cum, drooling with his tongue out and gasping.

Such a pretty picture for Stays.

Tags: @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @skzms @hyunsvngs @noellllslut @hanjibug @hanjisunglover @queenmea604 @thightswideforhanin @roseykat @minsungisvreal

[obitos-whore]

First date headcanons/imagine for Obito

Tw: None. Just fluff and chaos/crack, cuz I feel like bullying good ol' Bito today and needed something to cheer myself up

Plans everything down to the tiniest detail. From the time and location to the stuff you will be doing. Obito is a perfectionist and aims to impress his darling.

He gets incredibly irritated when someone points out that he's going overboard and "doing too much" for his first date

When it finally comes to taking his darling out, the first thing he'll do is give them a large bouquet of their favourite flowers. He may or may not have bought up the entire stock of them too

He'll take you to the Hokage monument, where he has planned a nice picnic, followed by watching the sunset and some romantic stargazing afterwards for the two of you

What makes it extra special is the fact that he had prepared the food all by himself. Which is a huge deal, considering Obito is not the greatest when it comes to cooking. He does manage to heat up water in a kettle for his instant ramen without burning it, but the rest of his kitchen is basically just decoration

That's why he took cooking lessons from the grannies and gentlemanly advices from the grandpas of Konoha, to sharpen up his cooking skills and perfect his mannerism

When you two arrive at the top of the Hokage mountain, the first disaster occurs right away; a wild animal has ravaged the site and eaten all the foods he had prepared, including your favourite dessert

This leaves Obito in shambles and looking like a soaked puppy that has been kicked multiple times. He just wanted to impress you and now he stands there with absolutely nothing but the remains of what was supposed to be the perfect day

He tries to do some damage control and quickly comes up with a back-up plan to save not only whatever dignity he got left, but also to make the day still somehow enjoyable despite this bitter setback

That's when the second disaster comes buzzing right towards you. Literally

At first, it's only a few bees showing interest in your flowers. No worries, right? But it gradually gets more until Obito swats one particularly pesky bee away from your face

Aggravated by that action, the bees suddenly got a new target: You

Realising his mistake, Obito grabs you by the wrist and drags you with him all the way down the flight of stairs and back into the village

During your escape, you try to keep the pursuing bees at bay, using your bouquet as a makeshift swatter, which doesn't prove to be effective and only angers the little insects more. Resulting in the both of you getting stung

Not wanting you to get hurt further, Obito scooped you up and acted as a shield to protect you from those nasty stingers and therefore took the most of it

In a last, desperate attempt to distract and hopefully get rid of your pursuers, you drop the bouquet, which once again proves ineffective

It wasn't until Obito had reached the entrance to the Uchiha District that the aggressive pursuit suddenly came to a stop, thanks to the Aburame clan, who had been informed about a rampaging bee swarm

Hungry, sweaty, exhausted and with a shit ton of burning bee stings everywhere, Obito sets you back down

You can tell that he's completely devastated and humiliated by today's events

"I am so sorry, Y/n... I swear! I had everything planned out. The picnic, the sunset, the stargazing... And for what?"

Unable to bear the sight of Obito being so disheartened over what happened, you suggest to take care of his stings for him and get takeout and just have a stay at home date

Obito, genuinely surprised that you didn't ditch him after that fiasco, happily agrees to your suggestion

While taking care of the poor guy, he does his best not to complain about the pain caused by the stings, even though sitting down not only hurts like ass, but, in fact, also hurts his ass

Once you're done tending to the pincushion Uchiha, he sets up a nice little candlelight dinner, with some old candles he had found in one of the kitchen drawers

It's certainly not the most romantic first date, but it's not a complete flop either

[psychedelic-ink]

if youre looking for horny joel requests what about joel after surviving a life or death fight and dealing w how horny he got either by himself, with reader, or w tess (if youre down for that!!!)

sweaty, out of breath, and looking for release in whatever decrepit building hes in 👀

I love you anon (I went with reader since I wasn't sure which one you preferred more but for future reference, I'm def open to taking Tess requests too)

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

genre: smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 827

summary: joel survives and finds life deep inside of you.

warnings: blood mention, rough sex, feral!joel, choking, creampie, breeding kink

The sound of the rain hitting the windows is deafening. The heavy downpour makes it impossible to see outside as if the world beyond your windows has been erased. The darkness is only broken by the occasional flash of lightning, illuminating the room with a ghostly light. The street lamps are nothing more than blurred halos through the rain, casting a hazy glow on the walls. Droplets of water slide down the glass panes, creating a mesmerizing pattern. The world outside has been shut out and you are cocooned in your own little sanctuary.

However, you can’t focus on any of that—the rain, the earthy smell of the earth, the chaos. None of it. 

Instead, your moans and heavy breathing fill the dusty space, it mixes with the sound of rain, masking it from anyone else that might hear. Joel slams into you again and again, pressing you up the wall, his one hand nestled under your breasts as the other holds your naked hip, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. 

It’s been ten minutes since he arrived home, bleeding and bruised. You came out of the room and the second thing you feel is the tip of his cock slipping into you. 

Both your bodies are slick with sweat and sex, his probably more so. His hand moves up and pinches your perked nipple, with a gasp, you press the flush of your ass into him, the stretch of his shaft sending a thrill of pleasure down your spine. Looking down, you notice dark prints lingering above your skin, it’s warm and stick— when lightning strikes you see a violent red following Joel’s fingertips. 

Your breath hitches, cunt clenching around him, he stifles a groan into your skin, teeth sinking into the slope of your shoulder. 

“J–Joel–” you moan, bracing yourself against the wall. “You’re—fuck—you’re bleeding,”

“I am,” he ushers out, his breath fans over the back of your neck. “But that doesn't matter right now,” 

Right as you’re about to protest he fucks the words right out of you, only his name dropping from your chapped lips. You smell iron. 

He stops and a sharp whine rips from your throat, you feel his lips kissing the skin behind your ear, his cock twitches inside you. “I just need you to take me,” he mutters, you can barely hear him. “I need to fuck you—’need to come inside you. Let me have this, please—” 

His voice cracks at the end, reminding you how truly broken he is. Biting your lips, you slowly nod— there’s only one thing left to say. 

“Fuck me, Joel. Fuck me however you want, I’m yours,” 

He lets it out as he exhales, “Shiiit, you’re gonna kill me with that tongue of yours.” 

Joel is thrusting into you again, his pacing fact and hard. You feel the rippling of your muscle, the room loud with the sound of skin hitting skin. He splits you in half, his shaft drenched with your slick. The air is blissfully knocked from your lungs each time he rocks his hips deeper into you, he drags his cock over your most sensitive spots, drawing moan after moan out of you. 

Your legs shake, arousal washing over you again and again. You feel the pressure building up between your legs, a pleasant warm tingle spreading from your sex to the pits of your stomach. Joel runs his hands over the blood marks, spreading it more and groaning as he sinks himself into your heat. 

You shatter when he tightly wraps his fingers around your neck, the cut of airflow makes you dizzy, a buzz settling behind your eyes. You choke and he tightens his hold. He buries himself into your heat as if it’s a means of survival, a way to breathe again, even for a brief moment. Your cunt throbs, insides fluttering as you gush around him. 

The inside of your thighs slick with arousal, the sounds of him fucking his hurt into you now louder. 

Joel’s hand drops to your hip, holding your thigh, his thrust shallow. You nearly collapse with a sudden breath of oxygen but he holds you, pushing you further into the wall. 

He spills into you with a guttural groan, he comes—and comes, comes, comes. It’s so much, he fills you with his seed to the brim, some of it trickling down around the length of him and adding to the wetness of your thighs. 

Joel holds you for a while, the rain now registering to the both of you. He drags his lips down the column of your neck, tongue tracing the skin above your pulse. You shudder. 

“I need to get you cleaned up,” he rasps. “Sorry,” 

“You need to get cleaned up too,” you tease, your fingers finding refuge above his forearm. “But how about I clean your wounds first.” 

When the hints of a grumble reach your hears, you click your tongue. 

“Please, Joel.” 

He sighs, “Fine.” 

[ohtobeleah]

Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Two: Basic Emotional Manoeuvring

Summary: Tensions begin to rise between you and Rooster, you and Hangman, and Hangman and Rooster. With a secret close to your chest, you do your best to navigate the drills Maverick has the TopGun class run.

Warnings: Rooster x Reader. Angst. Ex lover ex girlfriend/boyfriend lusting. Incredibly high tensions.

Word Count: 6.2k

Author Note: We absolutely smashed this chapter out. Please trust me! There’s a lot going on in terms of plot BUT it all comes together I promise. Chapter Two is a complete set up for everything to come. You think this angsty? Oof get ready. xx Leah

 Pete Michelle spent the night he’d been kicked out of the Hard Deck Bar reading though every single one of his Lieutenant‘s files. Going through them with a fine tooth comb to find strengths, weaknesses—anything he could use to his advantage. Something that caught his attention was something you hadn’t bothered to disclose to anyone, a file detailing the events that happened just prior to your arrival in Miramar. Pete thought your history with Bradley was going to be his biggest problem? But this? This took the cake.

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Sleep was not something that came easy to you. More often than not by the time your alarm was blasting you awake at the ass crack of dawn, you honestly felt that you had just fallen asleep. Pulling your flight suit up over your shoulders, you slammed your locker door. Jumping slightly as Bob stood right behind where your locker door had once been open.

“You know it's funny, in all the time we flew together you never mentioned that the on again off again jerk who broke your heart was Bradley Bradshaw.” Bob moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose a little as you groaned, letting your forehead rest against the metal of your now closed locker door.

“You didn't know Rooster until yesterday, Bob– it wouldn't have mattered if you knew his name or not.”

“Does he know though?” Bob stepped a little closer, his voice lowered by a few notches as he looked around the almost empty locker room. “About–”

“No, he doesn't.” You spoke through gritted teeth. It wasnt that you were mad at Bob, but it was too early for this shit and you were overly tired after having not slept a wink. The caffeine you have pumped into your system hadnt exactly kicked in yet, and, you were positive there was still gunk in your eyes. “And he doesn't need to know.”

“Chaos.” Bob's voice was soft, he cared too much about the people around him. You knew that much as his hand fell to your shoulder. “Losing a wingman is never easy on anyone.” You shuddered at the memory, the thought. It was only days after that you had received orders to return to TopGun. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you would lose a wingman. Perhaps that was the ego of your expertise talking. Or maybe you just thought that happened to other people. It could never happen to you. But it did and it hit harder than a semi truck.

“I want you on the road to the North Island within the hour.” You still had blood soaked into your cream coloured uniform from when Bob had dragged you from the hospital, that's how quickly things change. In the blink of an eye.

“North Island, sir?” You murmured, barely listening to begin with, god you thought for sure you commanding officer at the time was about to chew you out. You'd messed up. Big time, even if the final inquiry would clear you of any wrongdoing. You held that loss close to the heart.

“Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving to ground your ass, It galls me to say it, but for reasons only to the almighty and your guardian angel–you've been called back to TopGun.”

“Especially when it's your own fault right?” Bob saw the tears welling in your eyes as you shrugged his hand from your shoulder, going back to doing up your flight suit. One button after the other before zipping it shut. You groaned softly pointing at his chest. “Tell anyone about this and I swear you’ll find ground up ginger in every orifice you have, Floyd.”

“Chaos–” Bob watched as you left the locker room, leaving him standing in the now completely empty locker room. Chewing his bottom lip. Thinking to himself that this was not going to be pleasant.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Attention on deck!” Chairs scraped against the smooth concrete flooring of the aircraft hangar turned makeshift classroom. You hung out at the back of the class, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourself after yesterday's foiled reconaconce mission at the hard Deck.

“Morning, welcome to your special training detachment, be seated.” Sitting back in your chair you sighed, cracking your knuckles absentmindedly.

“I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander, you’re all top gun graduates—the elite.” It was as if Admiral Bates was trying to tell you what you already knew.

“The best of the best.” Yep. He definitely was.

“That was yesterday, the enemy’s new fifth generation fighters have levelled the playing field. Details are few but you can be sure we no longer have the technological advantage, success now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” Listening, you eyed down the backs of your colleagues heads, memorising features like the scar Coyote had just behind his left ear and the way Phoenix did her hair.

“Half of you will make the cut, one of you will be named mission leader and the other half will remain in reserve.” You told yourself you wouldn’t mind staying in reserve, hell—if it meant you got to go home safe and live to see another day that was good enough for you. You had a reputation much like Hangman’s, reckless, cocky, exceptional in the cockpit. Only difference between you and him that you could tell so far was that you were a team player regardless if you didn’t play well with others. You always had your teammates' backs.

“Your instructor is a TopGun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced.” You heard heavy footsteps approaching before you saw Pete Maverick Mitchell walk past you down the aisle. You watched as Rooster turned to see who was coming and the way his face contorted into something of disgust, anger and betrayal made your heart sink into your stomach. It wasn’t long after Maverick had passed by him that his eyes were landing on you. Total and utter shock oozing from his pores.

“What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death.” You turned your attention back to Admiral Bates before Rooster had a chance to kill your with his laser locked gaze, you felt his stare burning into the side of your cheek as you tried your best to ignore him. For some reason or another, he made you feel like you’d kicked a puppy out in the rain.

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell—Call sign, Maverick.”

“Goodmorning.” Mav smirked towards where Hangman sat right up front. You could only sink a little more into your chair as you hid a wild shit eating grin. It must have stung to know his actions of throwing his instructor out of the Hard Deck Bar would cost him. “The F-18 NATOPS.” Holding the book you knew inside and out up in the air for the class to see. “It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft.” Maverick explained. “I'm assuming you know the book inside and out?” He questioned. Maverick wasn't expecting a response, but nevertheless��� he got one anyway. From both Hangman and Coyte.

“Damn right–”

“You got it.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Mav dump the NATOPs book into the nearest bin.

“So does your enemy.” he smirked as the dumbfounded class looked his way.

“And we’re off” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up a little straighter.

“But what the enemy doest know is your limits, I intend to find them, test them, push beyond.” Mavericks eyes locked onto yours. He smirked a little brighter when you ducked your head. You knew where this was going and you didn't want it to. Rooster followed Mavericks gaze, landing on you. You saw nothing but betrayal in his eyes. You could only begin to imagine what you thought Rooster was thinking right now. You fucking knew he was here, there was no way in hell you didnt. “Today we’ll start with what you think you know.” Mav nodded as he stood a little straighter. “You show me what you’re made of.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Kazansky!” Rooster shouted as he marched towards you. Both geared up and ready to go. Stopping in your tracks you turned slowly.

“Bradley I didn’t tell you because you would have high tailed it right out of Fightertown if you knew!” You already knew what he was going to ask. Why you did it. Why you didn’t tell him about Maverick?

“You’re crazy!” Rooster hissed. “Selfish, borderline abusive is what you are, you should have told me!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I deserve to be able to make my own god damn decisions and you had no right to make this one for me!” His helmet dropped from where he held it against his hip to the ground below. Your eyes followed it as you scooped it up, shoving it back into his chest.”

“One, don’t drop your helmet, it could be the only thing that saves your goddamn life one day.” You reminded him. “And two, I didn’t make any decisions for you Bradshaw, you can still leave!” You were quick to remind him. Matching his anger and his tone. “So don’t come at me with the insults when no one, including me, is holding you hostage with a gun to your head saying stay—but if you throw this opportunity out the window because you can’t get over the fact Pete was doing what your own mother asked him to do then that’s on you!” Rooster stood silent as he watched your chest rise and fall and the anger you let loose crashed over him like a title wave. “Borderline abusive—what the fuck was that shit?

“You’re insane—“ He scoffed. Running a hand through his hair in annoyance. Wanting to be angry with you so bad but he just couldn’t logically because he knew you were right. He would have left if you’d told him.

“What? So now I’m insane because I don't want to love you? Don’t want to care about you enough to know you would have bolted? Is that the point you’re trying to make here?”

“What!? No!” Rooster pulled at his hair. “Wrong!—you're insane because you do love me, that’s the point! And it drives me crazy because you do shit like this, like omitting the fact you knew who would be training us for this mission thinking you’re doing me a goddamn favour!”

“But I don’t want to love you! God I just wanna be able to fucking hate you because you’re just some boy who made me laugh when I’d be around at uncle Pete’s house and you’d be there too because you were always there!”

“Some boy huh?” Rooster repeated the only part that made his heart melt. He remembered his childhood fondly. The days you’d spend together in your treehouse. Playing tag in the front yard of his mothers house before you’d invite him over for a tea party. He always used the blue cup—because of course blue was a boy's colour.

“Yeah—just some dumb boy!” You caught the smirk on Rooster's face as he stepped closer. “What!?”

“Couldn’t think of anything better to call me then dumb?” You were completely speechless. Rooster's arm snaked around the small of your waist, drawing you close as he whispered in your ear. His breath was incredibly hot against the junction of our neck. “See, I really don’t think you mean that?” He smirked. “Because as much as I wanna absolutely obliterate you for not telling me dear old uncle Pete was gonna be here, I’d much rather just let bygones be bygones so we can what was it you said? Right, go our separate ways.” You felt Bradley’s lips ghost your earlobe. “Unless you don’t wanna do that anymore?” Snapping out of the trance like state Bradley had you in, you shoved at his chest—watching as he stumbled back slightly before you slapped his cheek. The string radiating across his face as a red mark appeared soon after.

“Shit! You slapped me! What because I kissed your fucking earlobe!?” Rooster groaned as you stepped towards him. Hangman watched from a distance, curiosity would most certainly kill the cat. To the point where he even made himself a mental note to pull your file out. Have a read—finding some very interesting details.

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you—“ Gritting your teeth so hard you thought for a moment they’d break. “Give me one good reason to fight for you Bradshaw and I will, but until that moment we are nothing but two people who share a common goal.”

“Which is—?”

“Not killing each other.”

“Chaos, a word please.” Maverick approached the pair of you as you placed your helmet over your head, turning your gaze to where he stood.

“Yes sir—“ leaving Rooster standing by himself as he watched you walk away. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Goodmorning, aviators, this is your captain speaking.” Maverick spoke calmingly through the comms stat. Just a hint of cockyness to his voice. “Welcome to basic fighter manoeuvres.” You laid as low as you could below radar as to not show up on anyone's systems. As instructed by Maverick just before take off. “As briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five thousand feet. Working as a team, you had to shoot me down, and my wingman.” It was an honour and a privilege in and of itself to be Mavericks wingman for the day. Even if it was just for basic fighter manoeuvres. “Or else.”

“Or else what, Sir?” Payback chimed in as you smirked to yourself.

“Or else Chaos shoots back–” You couldn’t see him, but you could only imagine just how hard Rooster rolled his eyes. He wasn’t joking when he’d foiled your reconnaissance at the Hard Deck. If you were here he and the boys may as well have packed up shop from the beginning. Because besides Maverick himself? in Roosters opinion—when it came to Dogfighting? You never had a thought behind your eyes. You never thought you just did and that to him was reckless endangerment. To the Navy? That’s what earned you your call sign.

Bradley Bradshaw has graduated from the Naval Academy with honours in ballistics combat. You’d been at his graduation ceremony. The picture of the two of you embracing one another just after he’d walked out sat framed in your living room just off base. A short twenty minute drive into Fightertown. You brought it with you in your suitcase to every station you were ever posted to.

Just two short years later you’d followed suit. You graduated with a disciplinary caution against your name and a reputation to uphold—you were Y/n Chaos Kazansky. Born and bred to be a pain in the ass. Rooster wasn’t at your graduation ceremony. He had already been called to TopGun by that point. But he sent you a text.

(How do my footsteps look as you’re following them? Congratulations Lieutenant Kazansky)

“If she shoots either one of you down, you both lose.” Mav’s voice broke you from your own head as you lost your concentration for a moment, getting yourself into the game you looked above to see the two F-18’s sitting pretty. Like sitting ducks.

“What's to say we put some skin in the game.” Payback replied as you throttled up ever so slightly, gaining some much needed speed. Preparing to absolutely rock their socks off.

“What do you have in mind?” Maverick asked, buying you a little more time as he watched you gaining speed from above.

“Whoever gets shot down first has to do two hundred push ups.” Payback put the bet out into the open. You couldn't help but to shake your head knowing that the delayed onset muscle soreness these boys would feel come tomorrow afternoon would be other worldly. You already knew you wouldn’t be the one doing push-ups.

“Guys, that's a lot of push ups.” Rooster's voice had your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you watched him fly just above Payback. His wingman for this drill.

“Well, they don't call it an exercise for nothing, Rooster.” Chiming in from his seat in the back of Payback’s F-18, Fanboy chuckled.

“Alright, you got yourself a deal gentlemen.” Maverick agreed to the ridiculous deal. “Fights on, let's turn and burn.” At the signal Maverick had told you he'd give you, you throttled up hard, accelerating up from the ground below, the two fighter jets separated just enough for you to swoop in between them.

“Fanboy, you see her?” Rooster asked as he looked around for your F-18. Knowing you were just shy of insanity when it came to combat drills. He still never suspected you to pull the stunt you did. But again—you wouldn’t be Chaos if you didn’t.

“Nothing on the radar up ahead. She must be somewhere behind us.” Just as Fanboy went to term his head, you swooped in between the two fighter jets, scaring the absolute Jesus out of all three of them as you flew up and over. Watching as they respectfully broke left and right.

“Dammit!” Rooster hissed as he tailed after you. Regaining his control.

“What the hell! Jesus Roster, your girlfriend scared the shit outta me!” Payback shouted as he followed suit. You could quite clearly hear Maverick enjoying the stunt you had just successfully pulled off. You didn’t let Payback's girlfriend comment get to you. No— you were in the fucking zone. Your element.

“Tally, Tally, Tally!” Fanboy shouted. “Chaos’s coming in, break left!”

“Breaking left! Payback confirmed. You were having a field day with this.

“Coming at your boys, whatcha gonna do?” Snickering you fell behind them. “Payback, where's your wingman?” You reminded the frazzled pilot this was a group exercise. You wanted a challenge not an opening.

“Rooster, where are you?”

“I got your back.” Roosters voice lit your ears on fire. “I'm coming, hang in there, hang in there.”

“Hurry up man, hurry up!” Rooster cut in front of you sharply. A nice crisp manoeuvre. Sending your targeting system haywire for a second before it found him.

“Payback, break right.” Rooster ordered.

“Breaking right!” You listened as Payback confirmed his next move.

“Rooster just saved your life fellas.” You couldn't help the wicked shit eating grin that fell across your face. Watching as you almost had him on tone. “But it's gonna cost him”

“Not this time Chaos–” Rooster hissed. Evading you manoeuvring expertly.

“Rooster, you're too low!” You shouted through the comms as you dived and turned, following Roosters every move. “You're hitting the hard deck!” The sound of Roosters auto pilot altering him of his altitude rang through your comms.

“Oh shit–” Rooster pulled back on this throttle, pulling up to avoid the hard deck with force and speed. But it wasn't enough, swinging under his F-18 and pulling up and around, the high pitched sound filled everyone's eardrums, including the pilots on the ground hovering around the radio.

“That's a kill–”

“Lover boys gonna hate those push ups—“ Hangman snickered from his chair.

You’d taken out every single aviator that rotated through the rounds. It was becoming somewhat pathetic now. You were itching for a real challenge. Flying low, out of sight out of mind, you listened in on Hangman and Roosters not so private conversation as they geared up to take you down. Maverick hanging back as he watched you dominate—backup unnecessary. Flying directly under Roosters F-18.

“So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?” Hangman raised his eyebrow as he flew right beside Rooster.

“Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the story between you and Chaos?” He poked the bear. “It seems like she’s got you a little rattled?”

“It’s none of your business—“ Rooster hissed. “Now where the hell is she anyway?”

“Been here the whole time.” Flying directly under Roosters jet, you inverted yourself above him. Looking down at Bradley Bradshaw as he looked up at you. “Can you see me now?”

“Holy shit—“ Hangman had never seen anyone pull a stunt like this up close and personal. Maverick made a mental note to remind you this was supposed to be basic fighter manoeuvres. Not a dick measuring contest.

“C’mon Rooster, let’s get it over with.” You snarled, knowing he just wanted to let you have it. Take you down. Sure you weren’t going to let that happen, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun to see him try now wouldn’t it.

You saw the look in his eyes, the snarl that was surely hiding behind his mask.

“Fights on!” Rooster shouted as he broke left and you broke right. Forcing you both down into a cobra like manoeuvre. Maverick was going to have your ass for this.

“What is with these two?” Hangman questioned as he watched you both dive. Snaking around each other— Neither of you wanting to be the first to back down.

“Alright, you put us here!” You hissed. “How are you gonna get yourself out?”

“You can bail out any time!” The group on the ground watched on in shock as they listened to you and Rooster go back and forth while engaging in a grade A manoeuvre most of the pilots on deck had never done, let alone successfully pulled off.

“How long do you wanna go for, Rooster?”

“I can go as long as you can, Chaos, and that’s saying something—“ You watched your altitude drop dramatically.

“We need to put the past behind us! Both of us!”

“Yeah, it's easy for you to say, miss high road!” Rooster hadnt made things any easier with the stunt he’d pulled before training.

“Hard decks five thousand feet guys you're running out of room.” Hangman’s voice came through the comms as he watched on from above.

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground!” You shouted, still not giving in. “What’s your move?” Warning bells and whistles filled your cockpit as your altitude dropped below three thousand feet. You waited till the very last second before pulling up—watching as Rooster did just after you, right on your tail.

“You’ve got her Rooster!” Hangman confirmed. “Drop down and take the shot.” Looking behind you, you waited for Rooster to take his shot. Get you on tone, but he never did. He sat perched on his branch.

“It’s too low!”

“Times up, you had your chance—“ knowing you were going to be chewed out by Admirals Bates and Beau, by Maverick, by Rooster, you put this whole charade to an end. Throttling back and pulled up and behind Rooster—getting tone on him immediately. “That’s a kill.” You groaned. “Knock it off.”

“Dammit—“ Rooster hung his head low. What the hell had he been thinking? Flying up beside him one final time. You locked eyes with Bradley.

“Go see Hondo about your push-ups. I’ll meet you down there.” Breaking away you felt your heart in your stomach. This was not going to go down well at all.

***~***~***~***

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination? Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart and that damn stupid.” Maverick hated chewing you out but he had to bring you down to earth. Cyclone sat at his desk as you stood before him. Maverick and Warlock off to the side.

“And that cobra manoeuvre of yours? I never wanna see that shit again.” Vice Admiral Beau added. “I hope you understand that you are one mishap away from being pulled from this detachment all together, do you hear me?”

“Yes sir—“ You replied sharply, knowing you were out of line.

“You are much too like your father.” Cyclone knew it struck a nerve, but that’s what he intended to do. You weren’t untouchable, but you were close to it.

“Glad I’m managing expectations sir.” You tried not to smirk as Cyclone pointed at the door. Nodding you turned on your heels and left, opening the door to see Rooster leaning against the wall across the hall. Rolling your eyes, you headed down the hall, Rooster hot on your heels.

“Dumbass—“ Rooster played on what you had called him earlier.

“My love language is affirmations, Bradley, try harder.” Gripping your forearm tight, Rooster stopped you in your tracks.

“What kind of a stunt was that huh?” He hissed, pulling you closer.

“You tell me? You had a chance to get me on tone and you never took the shot?” Challenging Rooster as you kept your eyes on him. His hand still gripping you around your forearm. Standing in the middle of the hallway. “Why’d you hesitate? You don’t think! You just do—thinking? It could get you killed.”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of hearing someone get that lock on you, I couldn’t do it, even in training.”

“Rooster—“ Your voice was barely audible.

“And that really blows because I’ve never wanted to hate you more than I do right now.” You felt Roosters grip slip from your forearm. “I can’t get over how angry I am at you that you didn’t tell me about Mav—“ Your jaw slacked as you felt your anger bubble to the surface.

“You’re angry at me?” You questioned. “I’m angry at you!” You shouted, your voice echoing through the halls. “You left me!” Pausing as the silence spoke louder than anything you could ever say. “You left me when I needed you the most! Bradley, I—“ You were going to tell him, about your dad, about your wingman. But there was no point, he was just going to pull the same stunt he always did. Smashing your fist against his chest Rooster caught your wrist. Drawing you into his chest as you sobbed. “You’re the one who fucked up—“

“Yeah, I fucked up—“ Kissing the top of your head as you cried in his chest, your arms holding him close around his midsection. The was something you weren’t telling him, Rooster sensed it. He’d press you for it at a later time but for now? He simply held you. He really did love you. He just didn’t know how to act anymore. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not letting you in again because all you ever do is break my heart.” You pulled away, wiping your own tears. Turning with a sigh you gestured for Bradley to follow. He did instantly. “I gotta go get some ginger—come with?” Sending you a questioning brow Rooster complied with your request. His arm wrapping around your shoulders—just like he used to do in highschool.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“This makes time your greatest adversary. You’ll fly a route in your nav systems that simulate the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon the harder it’ll be to stay under the radar of the enemy SAMS.” The underlying feeling of existential dread you’d been suppressing from the moment you were briefed in light detail about the mission came bubbling to the surface the moment Pete started speaking before the graduate class.

“The tighter the turns, The more intensity the gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs forcing the blood from your brain impairing your judgement and reaction time.” For a very brief moment—you caught yourself wishing, hoping that Rooster wouldn’t be chosen. It wasn’t that you thought he wasn’t capable. No. It was that you believed deep down you wouldn’t be able to cope with the anxiety that came along with waiting for him to come back. The more you tried to fight that feeling the more the only solution to the problem reared its ungly head. You were either going on this mission together or not at all—only problem was? Flying together was impossible at this point in time.

“So for today's practice, we’re gonna take it easy on you. Max ceiling is three hundred feet. Time to target three minutes.”

One by one, group by group, team by team— Maverick picked you apart. None of you had flown the route accordingly. Slumping in your chair next to Rooster, you looked over at him as he stained directly forward. Your existence to him obsolete.

You’d been paired together for one of the rounds. It was the only time anyone had ever made it to the target. But a whole minute late. If he had listened to you a little more about increasing his speed perhaps you could have completed it without failing the time aspect. But he wouldn’t, and you weren’t about to leave your wingman behind. Never again would you ever do that.

“Why are they dead?”

“We broke the three hundred foot ceiling and SAM took us out.” Phoenix explained.

“No, why are they dead?” Maverick asked again, this time more stern.

“I slowed down and didn’t give her a warning, it was my fault—“ Coyote pressed.

“Was there a reason you didn’t communicate with your team?”

“I was focusing on—“

“One that their family will accept at the funeral?”

“None sir—“

“Why didn’t you anticipate the turn? you were briefed on the terrain.” Before Phoenix could reply Mav was quick to interject again. “Don’t tell me, tell his family.” Maverick turned his attention to the simulation Hangman, Payback and Flyboy ran. Sighing, he held the bridge of his nose to relieve some built up pressure.

“What happened?”

“I flew as fast as I could—kind of like my ass depended on it.” You hated the way Hangman had been so nonchalant about leaving his wingman behind. It killed you to think it was so easy for him.

“And, you put your team in danger, and your wingman’s dead—“ Rooster growled.

“They couldn’t keep up.” It made bile rise in the back of your throat. It was clear to him and have never lost a wingman in the field. Like you once did, he probably believes he’d never experience it. But he would one-day. Every pilot would.

“Leaving your wingman behind—nice tactic.” You scoffed as you tapped your pen on the paper before you.

“A tactic you’ve used?” Hangman was quick to retaliate. What the fuck did he know? Shifting in your seat, Rooster looked at you with concern. Shrugging his eyes off you, he turned his attention back to Maverick.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick watched the playback as you and Rooster made it to the target. “You're the team leader up there, so why are you and your wingwoman—dead?”

“Rooster, we're twenty seconds behind and dropping!” You shouted as you followed just behind him through the navigation systems route. You thought flying together would be easier than against one another. You weren’t too sure you could fly together at all.

“We’re fine, speed is good.” Rooster replied as he led you through the terrain. Shaking your head you disagreed, knowing wholeheartedly that this would be a failed run if you didn’t pick up the pace.

“Increase to five hundred knots Bradshaw, we’re falling behind—we won’t make it.” Something about the time you used when you said his last name made Rooster blind. He hated it—he only ever wanted to be someone you called yours. Rooster, Bradley—nicknames like love and bub he missed endlessly. But Bradshaw was cold. Giving you the same treatment. A constant back and forth.

“Negative Kazansky, hold your speed!” Rooster knew it was killing you to not be lead.

“Rooster, we're late!” You audibly groaned. This was influrating. You wouldn’t leave him though.

“We’re alive, we’ll make up time in the straightaway.” You knew that was a lie, you were too far behind the timer to gain any more ground.

“We are not going to make it!”

“Just trust me, maintain your speed, we can make it.” It was needless to say you made it. But you knew it wasn’t good enough. You were an entire minute late. Regardless if you had or hadn’t left Rooster? he was a deadman walking.

“Sir, they’re the only ones who made it to the target?” Phoenix hesitated to chime in, but she did anyway.

“A whole minute late, he gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down— he is dead, his wingman who knew better is dead.”

“You don’t know that.” Interjecting, Rooster mumbled as you chewed on the back of your pen, taking notes. Keeping out of this as much as you could.

“You’re not flying fast enough!” Hangman chuckled. “You don’t have a second to waste.”

“We made it to the target—“ Rooster retaliated. You could hear it in his tone he was starting to lose his cool. Deciding to kick his boot with yours to draw his attention back to you. Sending him a small frown as Rooster looked at you with soft apologetic eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of you not leaving his side even if he was wrong.

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out!” Maverick hissed.

“Then it’s a dog fight.” You shook your head in disbelief as Roosted tried to defend his run through. Big headed. Unable to access he may have been wrong.

“Rooster, against fifth generation fighters?” He turned back to you, anger prominent in his tone.

“Yeah, we’d still have a chance.”

“In an F-18!?“ Countering his defence Maverick hissed.

“It’s not the plane sir, it’s the pilot.” Rooster stated before the room fell short of oxygen.

“Exactly!” Maverick looked at Rooster before he looked at you—you knew instantly that he knew what Bob knew also. What had happened in Lemoore. Pete Mitchell knew that you’d requested not to fly with a backseater for this particular detachment. It was in your file. He knew your wingman had taken a hit during a routine run. Something that could have been avoided if more caution had been taken. But you and Bob saw it play out helplessly and you blamed yourself. How could you not? Survivors guilt you guessed. “And I don’t believe any of you at this moment in time are capable. Especially Lieutenant Kazansky.” You sunk a little lower. “She knew you were flying too fast, inadvertently allowing you to be taken out by enemy aircraft.”

“I wasn’t leaving another wingman behind sir—“ you slipped up when you said another, Bob's ears grew hot under the pressure he felt in his chest as he sat in the row in front of you. Rooster frowned for a second as he turned his head to briefly look your way. Before returning his attention to Maverick.

“There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it—“ It was Hangman who had your head turning. “On this mission, a man flies like Chaos did yesterday in basic or a man does not come back. The second she flew with you instead of against you? She’s holding back the throttle?” You had to bite your tongue, so hard in fact you tasted blood. “Look I don’t mean to criticise, you’re Conservative that’s all—“

“Lieutenant—“ Maverick tried to stop the conversation from escalating out of hand.

“we’re going into combat, son, on a level no living pilot has ever seen.” Jake paused, turning to Maverick for a second. Pointing his direction. “Not even him.” You felt your body shiver. “There’s no time to be thinking about the past.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rooster hissed as he sat up a little straighter.

“Rooster—“ Placing a hand on his shoulder, you tried to calm him down. To absolutely no avail.

“I can’t be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man—“ You thought Jake Seeesin was a piece of work before, but now your suspicions were truly confirmed.

“That’s enough!” You shouted over Roosters shoulder.

“Or that Maverick was flying when his old man—“ in the blink of an eye Rooster was up out of his chair, across the aisle and shoving at Hangman’s chest, sending him stumbling back. Jumping up after Rooster you stood before him with your hands on his chest as Bob held his hand to Roosters shoulder. Payback holding him back.

“You son of of bitch!” Rooster hissed through gritted teeth.

“Ha, I’m cool, I’m cool—“ Jake dusted himself off as you turned to face him. “And you, what the hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“You crossed a line, Seresin.”

“You should have left him in the dust, or is that not something you do anymore? Lieutenant Kazansky?” You didn’t respond, blinded by hot white range rushing through your body as Hangman stepped closer . “Oh yeah, I pulled your file after your little cobra stunt yesterday—Bobby Boy over here’s been holding back a secret.” As your eyes grew wide Jake turned his attention back to Bob. His face guilt ridden.

“He’s not cut out for this mission, neither is she.” Growling as Jake got up in your face, as you eyed him down. Your fists clenched beside you. “You know I’m rig—“ Before Jake could finish his sentence you took a swing. You fist connect with his jaw, violently.

“Say it again!” You shouted as Maverick scooped you up, placing you over his shoulder. Gesturing for Rooster to follow suit. For Bob to tail behind. “Mother Fucker say it again!” You growled as you flailed on Mavericks shoulder, his grip right around your midsection.

Hangman collected himself as his jaw throbbed. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off you as you still shouted profanities his way. Being carried out of the room. “Let me fucking have me!” “Let go of me!!” “Say it again Seresin I swear to fucking god!”

“You’re done Kazansky—“ Maverick sighed. He knew that once word spread that you had physically assaulted another Lieutenant, that the admirals would see to your immediate removal from the detachment. His heart grew ten times heavier as you went limp in his grip—accepting you’d royally screwed up.

“You’re done.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Chaos Masterlist

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Nevermore student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader

This is part 2 of my series. You can find part 1 here. Pt 3 here!

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Your things arrive in the early afternoon that day and you know yourself well enough to be sure that if you don't deal with unpacking now, you certainly won't do it once the classes start and at some point in the near future your side of the room will turn into pure unmitigated chaos.

Of course to you, it won't be much different from how your room at home usually is at any given moment, but you're sharing space with someone else now and it seems disrespectful to let it get to that state. So you politely decline Bianca’s invitation to go see a movie with her and Yoko and get to work.

Unpacking clothes takes the most time but ultimately everything fits in the closet and there’s even some semblance of order to it. You’re not by any means an organized person so you don't expect it to last, but for now, a win is a win. Next are books and plushies that you put in an open bookcase near your table. Compared to Bianca's side, yours already looks a little spazzy. But you’re not too worried. She doesn't seem like a person who would judge you for that.

It's kind of interesting, actually. Tyler was right when he said she has a certain reputation in Nevermore. But just like with Xavier, when you start to get to know her, you realize she’s very different from the character she's trying to present to the world. Perhaps that's the reason they didn't work out. They were trying to build a relationship between their public personas, while the real people probably felt lonely and not seen.

You retrieve your laptop, a tangle of chargers, your portable speaker, and a few pairs of headphones from the last box, and then, finally, you move to unshackle your baby Yamaha from the layers of bubble wrap. You were initially reluctant to trust movers with it but at the end of the day, it weighed way too much for you to carry, and it was also rather chunky, especially compared to your not-particularly-imposing frame.

After thoroughly examining your synthesizer for any damage, and concluding that there is none to be found, you relax, plug it in, and start playing little bits and pieces of songs you like, as a warm-up

Music is something that never fails to bring you a little peace of mind. You’ve been playing piano since you were four and always liked to learn new songs from the artists you listened to. Sometimes you would learn something you know Xavi or your dad particularly enjoy.

But playing other people’s music, while very fun and enjoyable, is not the end goal. Your dream is to one day write your own music. You already do, as a matter of fact, but you’ve never played it for anyone.

You wonder what kind of music Tyler likes to listen to and as if on their own accord, your hands set the drum rhythm and you find yourself playing the intro to the Ghost Ship of Cannibal Rats. For all that he looks like a love interest in a Taylor Swift music video, you feel like Tyler prefers something alternative, more… gritty. You'll make sure to ask him the next time you see him.

You binge half a season of Brooklyn 9-9 and then head out on a journey to find a laundry room, where you meet a sweet little pumpkin named Eugene. He shows you how to operate the washing machines and makes a great pitch about his extracurricular club, but the only things you really know about bees is that they’re an important part of the ecosystem and a song from the Bee Movie soundtrack that you learned to torment Xavier over Christmas break a few years ago. But Eugene is so sweet and so enthusiastic about the whole thing that you don't find it in yourself to turn him down and promise to think about it.

Lunch rolls around you can’t say you’re particularly excited to face the public after Xavier’s dramatics this morning, but a girl has to eat so you women up and drag your ass downstairs.

Thankfully, the dining hall is a lot less crowded than it was at breakfast. Everyone's probably out in Jericho for the day. Bianca and her friends are nowhere to be seen. So is your brother. Unfortunately, so is Tyler.

That last one kinda puts you in a bit of a desolate mood.

You still grab a seat at the corner table and tuck into your chicken wrap. No one seems to pay you much attention aside from a few stray glances. But that's nothing new, both you and your brother aren’t exactly hard on the eyes.

You enjoy your lunch in relative peace until you notice someone staring. A familiar-looking blonde girl looks straight at you from the nearby table. When you meet her eyes, she waves at you enthusiastically. Very enthusiastically. It clicks why she looks familiar when you see who she's sitting with. It’s that little goth girl that got your brother all in his feels.

Oh, this should be interesting. You put on a smile you always use when doing publicity for your dad and wave back at her.

It’s all the encouragement she needs to leap to her feet and head to your table with her friend—who seems decidedly less enthusiastic about the entire affair—in tow.

"Hi! I'm Enid Sinclair. I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan and I'm so glad you're at Nevermore now, and I hope we can become friends."

People often accost you with similar intentions. Usually because of your father's fame, but recently you started gaining some following of your own as well.

Tiktok remains the only social media where your father's PR team can’t usurp control from you—because they're low-key a bunch of old farts and no one seems to understand how to operate it for publicity— so it’s the only social media you have on principle. You post song covers, film cool street buskers, and sometimes videos of you skateboarding. You amassed something around 100k followers which by TikTok standards isn’t really that impressive, but your views are consistent, so in your old school it attracted literally the worst type of people: clout chasers. Making friends became basically impossible. Because that's what you wanted. Friends. Not an entourage.

But this girl, you’re surprised to find, doesn’t seem like the type. She’s genuine in her excitement and just wants to be friends with someone she thinks is cool. It’s heartwarming and you don’t even notice when your publicity smile turns into a sincere one.

You extend your hand for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Enid. And who’s the shadow of perpetual doom behind you?

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams." She introduces herself, giving you a scrutinizing look. And wow, does she not blink?

Yeah, Xavier has no business giving you shit for your taste in boys when he’s in love with little miss American Psycho.

"Do you girls want to sit down? I'm not done with my lunch so you could keep me company if you want?"

"Sure!” Enid exclaims excitedly, already pulling a chair for herself.

Wednesday hesitates for a moment but ultimately takes a seat as well.

"Have you already decided what elective classes you're gonna-" starts Enid.

"How do you know Tyler Galpin?" Wednesday cuts her off. Which first, rude . And second, what does she care?

"I don't really. We met yesterday, when I arrived. He helped me haul my luggage to the top floor, "you reply between bites.

"You sat with him at breakfast."

Alrighty, you didn't realize it was an interrogation, but sure, why not?

"Well, I saw a familiar face, he was sitting there alone and he helped me out yesterday, so I thought why not." You try to keep your irritation at bay, but don’t completely succeed. Not that it makes any difference, because this girl clearly doesn’t like reading social cues.

"You don’t what he really is. He-"

"Right." You cut her off with an eye roll. "I heard that spiel already and I have eidetic memory so I don’t need an encore."

"The existence of eidetic memory is not proven by the psychiatric community," Wednesday says defiantly.

"It’s also not disproven, and since it relies heavily on the personal perception of an individual, there is no way to do either, really."

This puts you in a verbal stalemate of a sort and the atmosphere becomes quite heavy, but you just sip your tea nonperturbed.

Enid scrambles to change the subject.

"Have you heard Taylor Swift's new album already? Did you like it?"

You turn all your attention to her, clearly dismissing the previous topic of conversation. "Girl, you kidding? Of course, I did! It's brilliant, not that I expected anything less."

A muscle in Wednesday’s jaw twitches. Whether it’s because of the new topic or because you didn’t concede, you have no way of knowing.

"Ooooh," Enid squeals. "Do you plan on doing any covers? Your cover of No Body No Crime was sooo good, by the way. I got like actual chills."

"It was probably just the draft from the window you insist on keeping open at all times,” deadpans Wednesday.

"Yeah, to air out the smell of formaldehyde," Enid grumbles under her breath.

You have no idea what exactly your brother sees in Wednesday that makes him go yes, this is a perfect girl to be romantically interested in, and at this point, you’re getting more and more confident you don’t want to find out.

"You're so sweet, Enid. Thank you," you say. "I've actually really been vibin’ with Anti-Hero recently, so I'll probably do a cover soon."

Enid looks at Wednesday, then back at you, wheezing in delight. How can someone so small contain so much energy and enthusiasm you have no idea.

Wednesday seems a bit irritated, which given her general lack of emotional responses probably means that she’s in fact hella irritated. She clearly doesn't like to share her friend’s attention, so just to be petty you pull out your phone and ask: "Babes, what's your username? I'll follow you so we can be friends and send each other stuff. By the way, have you seen the new dance going around from this Netflix show? We could totally do a collab on that. I mean, I’m not much of a dancer myself, but it doesn't look too complicated."

Enid looks like she’s about to faint from trying not to shriek like a banshee in excitement. "It’s @ xoxoenid, your most reliable source for gossip in Nevermore."

Then she freezes in panic and as the page loads up on your phone, you see that she already made a few videos about you.

"I didn't say anything bad, I swear! But people were talking about why you and Xavier were arguing and why you were with Tyler… I can totally take it down if you want," she gets out hurriedly in one breath.

Wednesday, once again, looks peeved.

"It's cool, En. Don't worry about it. People gonna talk anyways I don't really care about that."

En, she mouths, looking a little starstruck.

You finish your lunch under Wednesday's scrutinizing glare while Enid talks a mile a minute, giving you a rundown on everyone's drama that you can't possibly follow because it's way too many new names at the same time.

When you're done, you make your goodbyes, wishing the two of them a great day. Or a terrible one, you add with a wide grin, looking at Wednesday. Whichever they’d prefer.

***

In the evening you make your way from Weems' office with a copy of your schedule and a signed referral from your therapist back home.

Most kids from Nevermore that go to therapy are referred to Dr. Kinnbot in Jericho but since your brother is already seeing her, it's unethical for her to see you too. So now you’re going to spend an hour and a half every Saturday driving to a bigger city to see a different therapist. From what Weems told you, he seems to be a good fit for you as he specializes in outcast psychology. But you’ll only know for sure after you’ve had a few sessions with him.

The way to get to Weems’ office from Persephone Hall is a bit complicated. You have to go down the stairs, exit the building, then walk around the building and re-enter it in a different wing. Of course, most people can just use the roof because it also has two exits, and this way you don’t need to go up and down the stairs a million times, which saves a lot of time. But most people aren’t dreadfully afraid of heights.

Well, you won’t be driving because you don’t have a license. You never really needed one back home and now some poor guy got stuck driving you because he’s also seeing the same doctor. Eh, at least he’ll have someone to chip in for gas. And both of you get an hour of free time in the city with an actual mall. Not to mention you have a dazzling personality, so come to think of it, he’s actually lucky to have you, all things considered.

When your powers manifested for the first time, you thought that it must be some kind of mockery from the universe. To give powers like that, to someone who has both acrophobia and aerophobia. Who could even come up with a joke that twisted?

You wrap yourself tighter in your winter coat against a gust of cold wind. You're almost by the main door when you see a cat. A chubby black cat with golden eyes that literally glow in the evening dark. He—you don’t actually know if he’s a he but you’re a native french speaker and calling animals it just doesn’t sit right with you—looks expectantly like he’s been waiting here for the longest time and you’re late and now he’s judging you for tardiness.

You come closer but as soon as do that, he turns around and proceeds to gracefully walk toward the creepy forest.

When you just stand there, dumbfounded, he turns around with a demanding meow and you really don’t feel like you have any other option than to follow him.

About fifteen minutes later, when you lose sight of that bossy cat and you don’t know where you are and can’t even locate the direction you came from, you think that this is just another joke at your expense from the universe. Your dad always says that one can not ignore the signs from the universe, as it is a path of lost opportunities. But right now, you feel like maybe you’re just illiterate and don’t read those signs correctly or something.

You hear the snow crunch behind you and then a snap, probably a twig. You turn around and see… well something.

You try not to panic and take out your phone to text your brother, even if it means a lecture and I told you so the size of the Jupiter. Ugh, you really don’t want to give his ego a boost of this proportion.

You've seen werewolves before and it looks a little bit like one, but at the same time, it doesn't. It looks more like someone tried to draw a werewolf from memory. The creature is bigger than a were but at the same time less proportional, its upper body longer and wider than the lower. Its face has more human traits than those of an animal, but something’s still a little off: its eyes and forehead are unproportionally big compared to the rest of the head.

You have no idea what the fuck it is you’re looking at and whether it's dangerous. A rule of thumb with anything of that size is usually to avoid at all cost. But it’s probably a little too late for that.

It's not attacking, but then again, you're just standing there not moving. If you run, there's a good chance it'll trigger its predator instinct. And there’s no way you can outrun it.

So you just stay where you are. Looking at it. And it also stays where it is. Looking at you.

You can't tell how sentient it is but it seems like it's thinking about something. Hopefully not about late dinner.

Its eyes, you notice, have a reddish tint to them and you think that should creep you out but for some reason it makes you think of pomegranates of all things.

The woods are very quiet. The only sounds you can really make out are its breathing and your own.

An absurd thought pops into your head then. The acoustics here must be great. You remember your vocal mentor, Ms. Welch, telling you that to really perfect acapella, you need to practice in open spaces.

And in what can only be a bout of temporary insanity, that's what you decide to do. Sing.

You take a deep breath not yet knowing what exactly it's going to be, but surprisingly, the words find you easily enough, and from then on, the whole thing just feels like an out-of-body experience.

“I've heard there was a secret chord”

The beast looks taken aback by you breaking this unspoken staring game.

“That David played, and it pleased the Lord”

It looks confused at first, then curious. Doesn't look like it’s gonna tear you to pieces at least, so you let your voice pick up a little volume.

“But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah”

The creature makes the tiniest move forward as if chasing your voice.

It startles you and, instinctively, you pull back and the creature immediately mirrors you, looking as if it's scared of scaring you. Scared that you'll stop singing.

You go through the chorus with a shaky voice, but it looks like whatever this thing is, it doesn't want to attack you, so your voice evens out and the next verse sounds way steadier.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you"

Maybe the irony of singing that line to a mesmerized creature in the moonlight wouldn't be lost on you if all your thinking capabilities weren't paralyzed by primal fear, but alas.

As to why you do what you do next, you honestly have no fucking idea. Maybe you’re more fucked in the head than people give you credit for. Like, way more.

“She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah”

You take a step forward.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And one more.

“Hallelujah”

There is maybe a foot separating the two of you at best.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear a distant howl of your self-preservation instincts.

But the thing is.

You’re as mesmerized by this creature as it is by you.

It just seemed so sentient, its eyes so… intent.

And the closer you get to it, the more your fear dissipates.

And not only the immediate one, but the old and rusty one too, that felt like it was following you for months. Since the day your powers awakened, you realize suddenly.

“Maybe I've been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

The creature gets on four paws before you.

“Hallelujah”

Takes a deep breath.

“Hallelujah”

Then another one.

“Hallelujah”

And then it lies down at your feet.

You're so shocked you think you might’ve messed up the order of the verses.

“Maybe there's a God above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you”

You crouch in front of it and carefully extend your hand towards its… face?

“It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“Hallelujah”

Your first touch is feather-like, but when you're sure it doesn't want to bite your hand off, you gently stroke the top of its head.

“Hallelujah”

It closes its eyes and puts its head on its front paws.

“Hallelujah”

The forest is quiet once again and you look at the creature's calm form, just lying there like a big tired doggo.

Its skin starts to shift and bones start to rearrange themselves as you're watching the creature take a distinctly human shape. It takes you a good half a minute after it's done to realize that you know this human.

Shit.

***

Tyler

His consciousness returns slowly, all senses a bit muffled still. He’s in the forest, it’s dark and he doesn’t remember how he got here. Fuck.

After Thornhill's death, it feels like he lost all the control he had over the Hyde.

You've never had any control, he reminds himself sharply.

He takes a deep breath, recalling what his new therapist told him. You need to learn to reign in the Hyde on your terms, Tyler, not relearn what was forced on you. It will take time and patience. Be kind to yourself. Yeah, right.

“Umm, Tyler? You alright, dude?”

What?

“Oh shit, you’re like, butt-ass naked, oh my goodness.”

He opens his eyes and sees someone—presumably the owner of the voice—hastily pulling off a winter coat.

A girl?

She turns to look at him for only a second as she throws her coat in his direction and then turns her back to him once again.

Oh shit. He knows this face pretty well. He was shamelessly staring at it all morning.

“I swear I didn’t see anything and if I did I honestly can’t do anything about it because of my eidetic memory, but I promise I will never-” she starts rambling so fast he can barely understand what she’s saying.

“Y/n,” he asks, voice still hoarse. “Please stop talking.”

“Oh,” she pauses, “Sure sure sure, yeah. No problemo. Can totally do that, yeah.”

He gets up slowly and picks up the coat from the ground. He’s covered in dirt and the coat he picks up is light pink so he’ll probably mess it up, but he can’t just walk home naked like he did all those times before because he’s not alone now. Create new patterns for the Hyde to follow, Dr. Shin’s voice echoes in his head. Tyler doubts that’s what he meant when he said it, but whatever.

The coat thankfully is long enough to reach his knees, so he zips it up and tells y/n’s back: “Okay, I’m decent.”

She stops pacing and in mere seconds she’s in front of him, taking his face in her hands, presumably to check for any injuries. Her hands are warm and gentle and he can’t find anything to say, too shocked not only that she didn’t run but that her first concern is whether he is alright.

“You’re a bit dirty, but I don’t see any injuries, so I think you’ll live.” She carefully takes her hands off his face and awkwardly shoves them into the pockets of her jeans, like she doesn’t know where else to put ‘em.

“What happened? What are you doing here?” When he came to he was scared half to death he might’ve hurt her, but she seems unharmed and—what’s more baffling—unafraid, so now he’s just straight up confused.

“I was walking from Weems’ office and there was this cat- Wait a sec, you don’t remember what happened when you were all…” she imitates the claws with her hand, “rawr?”

“No.” Not anymore, not after Thornhill’s death. The thought that one of these days he might wake up in someone’s blood terrifies him.

“Oh.”

“What did you- How did you make me shift back?” Dr. Shin says he needs a point of contact with his human side that he can rely on to pull him out from the shift, but where the fuck is he supposed to find it if everyone he knows looks at him like he’s a ticking time bomb even when he’s perfectly human-looking.

“Ummm, I sang you Rufus Wainwright’s rendition of Hallelujah?” She says like she almost can’t believe it herself.

Tyler certainly can’t.

“You…sang to me?”

“Yeah, Rufus Wright’s rendition of Hallelujah, the one from Shrek, keep up, dude.”

He takes a breath to say something but the words do not come. He has no idea what to even say to that.

“Do you know how to get out of here?” She asks. “Cuz I kinda followed a cat here, so I don’t really know which way I came from.”

“Uhhh yeah, we need to keep to the northwest,” Tyler replies dumbly.

She looks at him unimpressed, “Babe, do I like a fucking girl scout to you? I don’t know what that means.”

And maybe it’s such a brazen use of that word that does it, or it’s that he’s only about 50% sure this is not some weird dream he’s having after eating too much sugar before bed, but he just grabs her hand and silently starts walking towards the dorms.

If she’s surprised by this turn of events, she doesn't show it, just goes with it like it’s the most normal thing on earth.

After a few minutes, she wrangles her hand so that their fingers intertwine and they’re like actually holding hands. Tyler feels his face heat up and hopes desperately that it won’t be visible in this cold.

“Could you slow down a bit please,” she asks, slightly out of breath. “I can’t keep up with you and if I keep breathing in cold air like an old asthmatic dog, I’ll get pneumonia.”

“I’m sorry,” Tyler says, slowing down a little.

They walk in silence for a while and Tyler expects her to start firing questions any second now but they can already see the outline of the main building in the distance and she still hasn’t asked.

“It’s called a Hyde. That thing you saw. No one knows for sure if I will ever be able to control it.”

“Hm,” she says thoughtfully, “You seemed pretty in control to me.”

He freezes. “What?”

“Like, when you were listening to me. It seemed like you didn’t want to scare me and one time you did, you backed off immediately.”

They keep walking, silent again.

When they reach the side of the main building, Tyler stops, letting go of her hand. “We’re here.”

“Cool, thanks for walking me back,” she says, smiling at him like it was just a cute little walk in the park.

He can’t take not understanding it.

“Why aren’t you freaked out?” He asks desperately. Something in him twists painfully like she just doesn’t understand. Like he’s deceiving her somehow, and he just needs to explain that he is a monster, he is dangerous, and then she’ll run from him like she’s supposed to. Like everyone else does.

But she doesn’t. She looks up at him curiously, and in the moonlight, her eyes seem so dark, so captivating, that he kind of forgets what was it he was asking her.

“You didn’t hurt me, didn’t even try to. That’s all I really need to know, Tyler.” She says calmly.

He just looks at her, not able to tear his eyes—or form a cohesive thought.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Save me a sit?” she asks softly like there’s some real possibility someone except her will want to sit with the local machiavellian monster.

“Sure,” is all he can really manage.

“Cool.” She says, then gets on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. “Goodnight, Tyler.”

His cognitive functions decide to leave him at that moment so he doesn’t say anything, just stands there like one of the statues from Easter Island and watches her sneak into the dorm’s building.

***

Author’s note:  I hope characterization doesn't seem inconsistent, I'm just trying to highlight that how other characters see MC is not exactly how she really is. She presents a more collected picture that what's actually going on in her brain. I was a bit worried I overdid it in the forest scene, but in the end I decided that Tyler is too flustered himself to pick up on her little tells that she's freaking out, and after seeing him naked she's totally freaking out lol

[scope-dogg]

Biden’s approach to foreign policy is so so frustrating, because while I think he takes the right stance on most issues but his actions on those same issues are so wrong and half-assed.

Ends US presence in Afghanistan: the war there is unpopular, withdrawal is probably the right choice, however he does it in the most sudden and disorganised way possible, fails to predict the country’s more or less immediate fall to the Taliban and transformation into a nightmare of human rights abuses and humanitarian crisis.

Russia invades Ukraine: condemns invasion, imposes sanctions and sends aid. However sanctions are full of holes and ultimately don’t do enough to staunch Russian military procurement, aid is pretty much always in too small amounts wand forces Kyiv to beg for months for crucial systems like tanks, artillery, aircraft, air defense and long range precision weapons, when he eventually caves in and they arrive it’s always too late to make the difference they could have had. Constantly and seemingly eagerly broadcasts that he’s terrified by Russian nuclear blackmail which emboldens Putin to keep doubling down. Gets cucked by Republican sabotage. War drags out and keeps getting bloodier and bloodier with more and worse Russian atrocities when it could have long been over or never even started if he’d taken a stronger stance to begin with.

Venezuela starts saber rattling and threatening to invade Guyana: condemns, starts subtly broadcasting that US is considering intervention by organising small-scale exercise with Guyana. However fails to unequivocally state that US will definitely oppose Maduro, months later he starts saber rattling and trying his luck again. US has nothing to lose by putting its foot down and staying the Venezuelan aggression won’t be tolerated, relations with Venezuela are already poor and the country is too weak to threaten the US, but despite this the prospect of this becoming yet another flashpoint still lingers.

Gaza crisis: takes reasonable stance that Israel has the right to retaliate and rescue hostages following g 10/7 terror attack. When it becomes apparent that Israel is failing to comply with laws of war and is deliberately exacerbating dire humanitarian conditions in the Gaza Strip, does actually criticise Netanyahu, but consistently undercuts himself with actual actions, such as leaping to Israel’s defense yesterday against Iranian retaliatory attack when it’s Israel that provoked it through a brazen embassy strike. This way, despite publicly criticising Israeli conduct, essentially rubber stamps the idea that Netanyahu can do what he wants no matter how outrageous and still count on Western support. Any actual criticism of Israel’s provocative conduct in the region and atrocious humanitarian record is constantly overshadowed by parroting “Israel has the right to defend itself!” as if that’s the only consideration that really matters in all this. As a result the humanitarian crisis in Gaza continues and reflexive US support of Israel continues to be an albatross around the West’s neck.

I think the history books will attribute the current descent into global chaos to Biden’s weakness, and if the US does lose its status as the guarantor of and guardian of the global political order I think it will all end up being laid at his feet.

[dwaekkistar]

Chapter IV

Jade's POV

        I woke up to my bed empty, any signs of Felix sleeping in my bed long gone. I pouted still half asleep before carefully getting out of my bed. I picked my phone up off my nightstand, seeing a notification that I had an event added to my schedule. Upon further inspection, I realized the event was that we had a music video shoot today. I softly sighed out of anxiety because I didn't expect a video shoot so soon. The thought of having to record a video that I knew the entire public was going to see whether I liked it or not scared the living daylights out of me. What would happen if I messed up during the shoot, would the fandom notice? Would they drag me and call me an incapable idol, talentless like all those people back in school expected me to be? Or worse would the company void my contract and kick me out? So many negative what-ifs spiraled through my brain, my anxiety rising with each second.

         I tried to take a few deep breaths, which did help a little before deciding to stretch. I then opened my door, only to be met with a very sleepy and grumpy Minho.

         "We have a video shoot for Levanter today. Don't make us late," he said with a strong glare before walking off. I stared at him in surprise, wondering where the attitude suddenly came from when he was so nice on our day off. I then made my way to the bathroom which was not in use. I assume because everyone was already up and ready, as I heard distinct chatter coming from where the kitchen was. I quickly head in and shower, brushing my teeth while I'm at it. I figured straightening my hair was definitely out of the question as I most likely didn't have the time. I quickly placed my pajamas used previously worn garments into my designated dirty laundry basket, before quickly heading back to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body hoping to god I didn't bump into the boys in this state. To my great luck, I avoided everyone, locking my bedroom door behind me. While searching for my undergarments, I got a text from Sua, telling me to just wear a simple tube top and black spandex-like shorts, as the stylist was gonna style me in clothing very quickly, and having to undress and redress was going to take up to much time that could be used to shoot more content for the MV.

         I opted out of wearing a standalone bra, for one of my tube tops that had a strapless bra built in. I wasn't one to have gigantic boobs, but they were about a decent size thanks to my mom's genes saving my dad's, and filled the top out pretty well. I'm pretty sure my body type though, especially the bottom half all came from my mom as everyone always made it necessary to point out that had an ass bigger than the average native Korean woman. I quickly pulled out one of my safety shorts and to keep things still publically decent I put an oversized graphic tee on. I then put on some socks and slipped on my vans before walking out of my room just as Sua texted me that she and jun arrived.

        I walked to the front door, completely ignoring all the guys as they said good morning to me, which caused them all to slightly frown except Minho, who gently scoffed in response. I opened the door allowing Sua and Jun in, both smiling at me and wishing me the best of luck behind the camera today. I kind of needed that as I had been ignoring the feeling all morning, and realized the entire time the feeling was settling in my tummy. Their smiles and pep talk immediately made the feeling disappear. Jun headed to the rest of the boys to talk before the shoot while Sua stayed next to me.

        "Well how have things been since I last saw you?" she said sweetly, as her energy radiated from her. "Do you like things in the dorm?"

        "I mean besides sharing the bathroom with like 8 guys," I softly chuckled as I handed her my phone, " I think I'm good. The constant chaos might take some time to get used to though."

        "Ah, I can talk with Jun and see if we can have the company get something worked out with the bathroom situation," she said while chuckling along with me. I nodded in response, my brain immediately thinking about the shoot when I realized nobody had gone over the choreography with me, which made my anxiety come back tenfold. Is that part of why Minho was being so rude? maybe he thought I was gonna mess everything up. The weird feeling I had in my tummy returned and felt way much heavier than before. Sua then got a text message and she quickly read it before looking back up at me.

       "Uhm," she says calmly with a soft reassuring smile, "Jun says the reason why we're leaving so early today is because the boys need to go over the choreography with you."

       "oh.." I said feebly, my voice dripping with worry and anxiety, becoming even more anxious than I had ever been and my breathing becoming uneven. My body felt like it was violently shaking, although I'm sure to everyone else it looked like I was perfectly still. The last time I ever got this anxious was during my audition period for the company. It seemed like she noticed the worry in my voice so she quickly gestured for me to put my mask on and grabbed my hand as we left the dorm to head to the van.

         When we finally got to the van the driver automatically opened the door from his seat as I quickly headed into the farthest seat in the back, my anxiety constantly nagging at me as I tried to hold back tears. Sua followed in after and handed me a box of tissues she had in her bag insinuating that she wanted me to have them in case the tears building up at the corner of my eyes decided they did want to fall. I quickly take one and pat my eyes dry not wanting all the boys to see me so vulnerable, and it's bad enough I let Felix see me that way last night. The boys eventually came downstairs to the parking lot and filed into the van, confusingly looking around until they spotted me in the back. I'm sure my eyes were somewhat red and puffy even if I didn't give myself the chance to cry because I knew that was how bad my anxiety tended to become. They all sat in their usual seat in silence as Jun slipped in the back with me and Sua and the driver began to drive to the shoot location. I gently poked Sua and asked for my phone remembering I asked her to hold it as I had no pockets on my outfit. She carefully handed it to me, and I carefully grabbed it going to play some random games as I tried to take my mind off Minho's attitude and the anxiety for the shoot.

Small Time Skip

          The driver eventually reached the location which was a modern industrial-looking building, Jun and all the boys rushed out of the van to go in. Sua got out once the van was empty of the boys following Jun and I quietly followed behind them. Our bodyguard was quietly waiting for us at the door making sure we all carefully got in. Everyone then got into an elevator and went upstairs to what looked like a small dressing room with stylists already waiting in it. I quietly followed everyone inside pulling my mask off like everyone else, when a Stylist just as tall as me walked towards me gently grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the area where she and a few others were already set up. They pulled out this garment bag that contained various pieces of clothing and accessories in it prepping to dress me in. I tried to get a better look at it before when one of the stylists spoke up.

        "Hi, we're your stylist for the shoot, could you put this on for us so we can see if we need to make a quick alteration before we start makeup?" She said with an energetic smile.

"Yeah," I quickly nodded and responded grabbing the bag and pulling the clothing out as I stopped paying attention to my surroundings. It was a pair of brown jeans with a leather belt, a brown cropped shirt, a white/cream cropped sweater vest, a brown beret, platformed boots,  a necklace with a cross pendant, a black and silver bracelet, a channel bracelet, and pearl earrings. I quickly removed my graphic tee and current shoes and slipped everything on quickly, all the stylists smiling as everything seemed to perfectly to their liking. They then led me to a chair, one of the stylists swiftly pulling out a Flat iron. Had I known they wanted me to have straight hair for the shoot I would have done it myself, but that would have been a bad idea seeing as time wasn't on my side when I woke up. Minho and the words he said and the face he held replaying in my brain a few times when I shook myself out of it deciding to focus on what was currently taking place. It seems in about the few minutes I zoned out the hair stylist was almost done. She finished the last section of my hair when another stylist zoomed to my side and started applying light natural makeup. She began to finish up, carefully applying this soft pink lip tint before gesturing her hands away from the chair to let me know she was done. The hairstylist then came back and carefully placed the beret on my freshly straightened hair before applying a decent amount of hair spray.

     When I finally got out of the chair, my attention was brought back to the room, Changbin and Han were already done and sitting on a couch going through their phones as they waited for the others to finish. Changbin looked up from his phone to see I was done and softly smiled as he took my appearance in.

     "You look really cute Jade," He said with a soft chuckle, " I see they put you in platform boots...How does it feel being the shortest member of the group now."

     Han slapped Changbin's arm in laughter causing the other members to look over as some of their stylists fidgeted with the accessories of their outfit. All I could do was stare with my mouth agape in amazement at how boldly he said it. 'Two could play at that game' I quietly thought to myself. If he was gonna roast my height, then I would just have to use my baby face visuals to my advantage.

     "Meanie~," I said as I softly pouted with puppy eyes and tried to walk opposite the couch, but before I could even get anywhere someone grabbed a whole of my wrist.

"Noona, please don't ever do that again," Hyunjin said visibly cringing and furrowing his eyebrows as I turned around, realizing it was him holding my wrist, " I understand you're cute but that was so...no."

"Okay I won't do that again," I said as I softly giggled at his reaction. The other members minus Minho were smiling at me at our shenanigans and quickly joined in. We got deep into joking around when Minho harshly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the dressing room, causing me to wince in pain. He pulled me to a small empty room before closing the door behind us and looking at me with a deep scowl.

"We're gonna go over your moves in the choreography," he said as he turned towards a wall and rested his phone against it playing a practice version of the song, " you're mostly going to be in the back since you joined very last minute... But you better get it right other I'm just going to request to have you removed from the group."

What actual hell was his problem? Why was he treating me like this, I softly furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at his back, but quickly changed my face deciding to put it behind me. I wasn't going to let Minho down my mood before the music video, it would just negatively affect my performance, and prove him right and everyone else right. The music started and he started demonstrating the dance moves that I was gonna be doing, and to his surprise, I was picking up on it very quickly and attentively following behind him. His eyes furrowed the more he continued to watch me as I followed him, doing the choreography with the same energy, mannerisms, and passion as he was. The song eventually came to an end as we finished the choreography.              "How did you get all of that down so quickly ?" Minho said softly as he furrowed his eyes in confusion.

       "Dude I know you didn't just ask someone who auditioned for a dance position..." I started sarcastically, "How they're able to keep up with a decently complex choreography.."

        He looked down at the floor, softly pouting, as he seemed to regret being so hard on me. I know he wanted our comeback to do good, but to act like that to me with no logical reason was uncalled for.

       "That my honestly my fault." he said sincerely with slight guilt as he stepped closer to me and gave me a soft hug, " I know Chan chose you to join the group, but he never told us your positioning in the group... we all just immediately assumed you were mainly a vocal position and I didn't want the music video to go bad.. I'm sorry. " I quietly accepted his apology by hugging him back just as tight before we left the room to join the rest of the boys. 

         Minho held my hands and quietly led us back to the managers and boys, and it was quite a feeling. I couldn't help but blush as he somehow managed to make me feel 180 from just a moment ago. The stylists swiftly stepped in front of me when we finally got back to everyone while Minho let go of my hand and headed to the others, double-checking that I still looked good before they ushered me to head to the set. When I walked closer to the boys, the director quickly instructed us that the specific set we were on was for the performance version and that some parts of the recording would be used in the main video.   We were then told to go to our marked starting positions, and upon reaching our spots the music was cued and the director yelled action. We passionately danced until the song was over, and relaxed a bit while the director and staff team at the shoot went over the footage.

       "That was a good take but I think I wanna do another one just in case." the director spoke out through the speaker. We all returned to our spots as before when the music started. Despite remaining in the back and barely being seen by the camera due to Felix being taller than me, I was still somewhat very happy because it oddly felt like I finally belonged somewhere. I know I barely knew most of the guys, but while we were going through the choreography once more for the camera I couldn't help but get this strong instinct that this was where I was meant to be, that these boys were who I was meant to spend the next few years of my life and hopefully more with.

      The directors congratulated us on the first part of the shoot, and then told us to get changed because we had to get ready for the acting part of our music video. All the boys began cheering in response as they were finally able to be unserious for the first time today, their usual chaotic energy exploding everywhere.

       The boys began playing and joking around as usual as we headed back to the dressing room. Han jumped on Changbin's back earning a loud help from the latter which made us all laugh and chuckle at his expense.

       "We barely got through a third of the shoot, and I already feel like I've been hit by a massive truck." Chan jokingly blurted out as he held his back with his right hand.

       "Chan hyung is an old man" Seungmin spit out in response with a chuckle causing everyone to laugh.

        "YAH I'M NOT OLD!" Chan yelled at him as he began to chase after the younger. They both ran back to the dressing room, Chan on Seungmin's tail. Suddenly Felix took it upon himself to slide under me and lift me onto his back essentially giving me a piggyback ride. We all continued joking with each other.         When we got to the dressing room finally, Seungmin was accepting defeat as he pleaded with our leader who was currently sitting on top of him. Our stylist soon followed in pulling out 2 more garment bags per each person in the group. They told us to pick out scene 1 outfit, and upon doing so I pulled out a garment back that contained a black and white blouse, skin-tight black leather pants, a different pair of black boots again, and a velvet choker. I quickly slid out of the outfit I had on, as Jeongin waddled over to me with pleading eyes.

       "Noona I can't see behind me to put the necklace on," he said pouting gently before turning red in the ears at the sight of me in just the small tube top and safety shorts, " the necklace keeps unclasping somehow."         "Aw, come here my little Innie, I'll help you," I said with a smile as I took the necklace from his hand and carefully put it on him. He turned around once more thanking me as he blushed even harder than he was a second ago and ran off across the room to one of the other members. I carefully and swiftly put on the leather pants with minor struggles as I had to do little hops to get it past my ass. However, once it was on- the fabric was super comfortable to move around in. I slid the blouse over my head and quickly went for the choker and clasped it around my neck carefully, not wanting to experience Baby Bread's distress from earlier. I chuckled to myself as I thought I would have to call him that from now on because he truly did resemble a human personification of bread.  I fixed my hair once more before putting the shoes on and walking towards Hyunjin, Minho, and Chan. They all lifted their heads to look at me as they heard me approaching, Hyun-jin and Minho watching attentively both biting their lips in slight shock at my outfit, when Chan spoke up.

     "The stylist seems to know what they're doing if they've got you walking around like that." he softly chuckled, his little dimple making a sudden appearance at the moment.

     "Chan! What does that mean?!" I said with a slight whine not appreciating his sudden flirtatious teasing. The boys all laughed at my response and I blushed heavily. Knowing how shy Chan was back when I was training, his boldness at the moment had genuinely caught me off guard. As the boys continued to laugh and joke about other things Jisung, Changbin, and the maknae line joined us. I sat in a corner near Chan as I was starting to feel somewhat self-conscious, and it seemed like Chan took notice of it. He turned towards me and gave me a soft gentle hug, squeezing me to give me extra reassurance.

     "Don't be so nervous cutie pie," he softly whispered in my ear, " you got this, I wouldn't have picked you if that wasn't the case you know." He gently rubbed my arm as he held me resting his head on top of mine as he continued to try to calm me down. I took in a deep inhale, catching a whiff of Chan's scent, noting he smelled strong of sweet fruits like strawberries and such which only added to his attempt at calming. It helped as I was able to get my thoughts back to normal. I took a quick look around the room, noticing that all that time some of the members shifted from talking to going on their phones, even the stylists and our managers were using theirs.

      A staff member eventually came in and told us the director was ready for us, so we all quickly headed out. If I was being honest, now that I've taken everything in, the boys all looked pretty hot in their current outfits. For some odd reason that gave me a big wave of reassurance, because if they looked hot, I must have looked hot as well. And that's when I noticed my and Chan were slightly matching as we both had stripped shirts on.

     "Channie," I said tenderly, tugging at his sleeve as I walked next to him. He looked down at me in response, "Did the stylist intend to make us match?" that's when he took a step back and assessed both our outfits. When he finally looked up, he wore a huge grin on his face.

      " I guess so," he said as he gently held my hand as we continued our way to the set.

       "Why are you two matching ?" Changbin said his eyebrows creasing in confusion once Chan and I caught up with everyone else.  The boys all turned to look at us upon his words, realizing he was indeed right about our outfits.

        "Did they do that on purpose?" Jisung added his voice taking on a mischievous tone, "Cause that would honestly explain Jade's ass in those pants."         Everyone including me groaned in response to Jisung's taunt, which earned him a thwack on the back of his head from Hyunjin. We honestly should have expected it from him sooner or later but we got our hopes up thinking maybe he would quit it for one day.

       The boys and I eventually got to our instructed spots and the rest of the shoot went by in a blur, as we constantly acted out scenes and changed outfits a few more times. I knew that being an idol was gonna be stressful, but I honestly didn't take into account this much work had gone into the outfits, all the small things that were usually taken for granted. We quietly finished up and headed back out of the building to go home.

[jacquelinemerritt]

Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 27 Review

Originally posted December 4th, 2015

The chaos before the storm.

This is a very good episode of Dragonball Z: Abridged, but I’m beginning to question how much of the credit for that should be given to Team Four Star versus how much should be given to the strength of the source material. Having never watched that much of the original show, I’m curious how much better the story tends to get once it approaches the final fight of the arc, because it’s definitely been the case that Dragonball Z: Abridged gets significantly better when they get to that point in the story.

Last episode, of course, clearly benefited from the hand of Team Four Star, since it sped through material that I imagine the show took multiple episodes to get through, but in regards to earlier reviews, I may have criticized Team Four Star too much for their pacing when the blame lay on Toriyama for dragging out the story for far too long.1

Of course, Team Four Star’s hand is pretty clearly present in the acting and writing of this episode, both of which are at the best they’ve been in the series so far. “The Saiyan Formerly Known as Prince” is on par with “A Lovely Bunch of Dragonballs” in both camps.

The standout performances here are obviously LittleKuriboh and Lanipator as Freeza and Vegeta, with Freeza being more fun and brutal than we’ve seen him yet and Vegeta’s arrogance pushing him into uncharted realms of stupidity.

The writing also works incredibly well, swiftly establishing the power of Freeza’s final form (and simultaneously how much fun it’s gonna be to see him get his ass kicked). The rest of the episode is then spent tormenting Vegeta as Freeza slowly pushes him to his emotional edge.

It is only when Vegeta has been knocked down a peg that we get the arrival of (Deus ex) Goku, who naturally shows up to taunt Freeza by simply being himself. And then, because it wouldn’t be an episode during the final fight without it, we see Vegeta die, properly setting the stage for Goku’s fight and thrusting us into the second act of the fight.

Rating: 5/5

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Stray Observations

1I’m probably gonna watch all of Dragonball Z: Kai over the break so I can get a better sense of Toriyama’s pacing (that or read through the Freeza, Cell, and Buu sagas).

Goku: “Oh come on, King Kai, I’m sure they’re doing just fine!” Vegeta: “Healer’s down!” Krillin: “Need a res!” Gohan: “Out of mana!” All: “AAAHHH!!!”

Vegeta: “You know, all of you better duck, because I’m about to turn left, and I don’t want to smack you with my dick.” Never change, Vegeta. Never change.

Krillin, I too am confused as to how “Old Space Yeller” is a thing.

Goku: “So, are you that freezer guy?” Freeza: “I am Lord Freeza, yes.” Goku: “Awesome. Imma deck you in the schnoz!”

Goku: “I’m Goku! I’m insane! From Earth!”

Freeza: “Between you and the Namekian, I think I’ve lost my touch at genocide.”

[noire-pandora]

Day 1: Arlathven

Elluin meets Abelas as she readies herself to speak the truth to the Dalish gathering at the Arlathven. Also on my Ao3. Kudos, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcome. Thank you! For @dalish-appreciation-week​

The clearing, surrounded by trees as old as time, echoed with the voices of dozens of Dalish elves speaking at once. Some sang, some exchanged vocal greetings and some even shed tears. Elluin watched all this with a small, tired smile on her lips, while her right hand - her only hand now - clutched the hem of her dark green cloak until her knuckles turned white. She could not help but allow the warm happiness to envelop her soul, but her mind beckoned her to be vigilant and prepare for the announcement that would change their world: Fen'Harel has returned and plans to plunge her life into the merciless waves of chaos and uncertainty.

With a groan, she left the comfort of the tree she had been leaning against and slowly, with every muscle and bone in her tired legs complaining as she moved, made her way to the centre of the gathering. There, with Vallaslins marked by the wrinkles of time, the eldest Dalish waited for everyone to find their place. While the first day of the Arlathvhen was about all the clans arriving and settling , Elluin had no time to waste. Her spies, the few who had agreed to continue working for the now retired Inquisitor in her mad quest to stop a god, had warned her that Fen'Harel's people were making their way to the place where the Arlathvhen was being held. For what reason, she could only guess, but her stomach clenched every time the thought crossed her mind.

One of the elders, a woman with a bright smile and even brighter eyes, beckoned to Elluin and patted the ground invitingly, but before she had a chance to nod in agreement and join the elders she had played tricks on as a child many years ago, a bright flash of light stopped her in her tracks. From across the clearing, the sun's rays shone on the golden armour of three tall elves who watched the gathering with deep frowns. Elluin's breath caught as she recognised the garments and for a few awful, wonderful seconds she hoped that Fen'Harel himself graced them with his presence.

A bitter, barely audible snort left her lips as it became clear the three elves - two men and a woman - were not Solas. Why would he drag his almighty ass into the middle of a dusty, grassy clearing to wet the feet that supported his inflated ego?

Anger welled up in her chest, and Rage - now completely fused with her - made the fire flare in her fingers, but she pushed it back the next second before the old elves decided she was their enemies. She marched towards them, ignoring the cheerful greetings of the people she loved. Her ears rang as her heart beat wildly against her ribs, as if it wanted to leap out and fight the elves who dared to appear in their golden armour.

"Why are you here?" hissed Elluin to one of the men. Her nails dug into the flesh of her hands as she recognised the features of his face, burned into her memory months ago. Abelas.

"Inquisitor," he bowed to her, armour clanking. "It is an honour to see you again."

"Spare me the titles. Why are you here?"

Abelas glanced over her head and eyed those present with lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows still furrowed. "He sent us here."

"Why? To kill us all before we have a chance to fight back?"

"Inquisitor, is that how you see us?" His gaze drifted back to her face, in which she recognised a hint of indignation, but she did not care for his pride. "We have come to ask for help."

"Help?" Elluin choked on the word and spittle caught in her throat as her muscles refused to work.

"Yes," he nodded and clasped his hands behind his back, a gesture that pierced Elluin's heart with the memories it evoked. "He had judged your people harshly, but now he understands their strength and courage. And he wishes to have them as allies, not enemies."

Rage stirred again, the centre of her chest growing red-hot and threatening to burn her clothes and set her on fire. She took two deep breaths, blocking out the reverberations of the days and nights she had spent with Solas in a vain attempt to change his mind about his people. And now, suddenly, he wanted to ally himself with the Dalish?

"Is that so?" she said after a few more seconds of staring at Abelas' face and counting her breaths. "And what made His Highness change his mind?

"You had."

The only sound Elluin could hear was her blood pulsing, racing through her veins, driven by a heart struggling to make peace with Abelas' words. Her heart beat against her ribs like a bird trapped in a gilded cage, with needles pricking her every move. How much more happiness was Solas going to rob her of? Was it not enough that he had stolen her heart and her hand? Did he now have to come and steal her family as well?

"Leave." Elluin whispered through her clenched teeth. Abelas frowned at the distortion in her voice, as if two beings were speaking at once.

"I am one of you, Inquisitor, why am I not allowed here?" Abelas pointed to his Vallaslin branching on his forehead. "Why are you allowed to stay when you have forsaken the marks of your gods and I have not?"

"It's not the same thing, you're here to corrupt my people and-"

"Corrupt? We are here to tell them our truth and ask them to join us if they wish." Elluin opened her mouth to protest, but Abelas continued. "Do you believe your truth is the only real truth? Do you want to decide instead of your people?

Had he struck her in the stomach, she would have felt less pain, but the bitter truth Abelas spoke took away her breath and the conviction to drive Solas' people away, for the three bore the marks of the gods she no longer believed in. Defeated, Elluin moved out of his way. She could not become the people she had fought: those who decided what was truth and what was lies.

Abelas was right. Just as she had the right to be there and speak their truth. Who was she to stop them?

Elluin smiled a bitter smile and looked back to the Dalish, who now began to sing of old times when the long lost language stood on the lips of the world. When magic and the love of the gods were still interwoven. The song changed, the lyrics changed and the people who sang it pleaded for the love of the gods to return and flood them once more.

Elluin choked on the tears she struggled to hold back, for the times they had sung about would return. Faster than they could have imagined. And she had no choice but to fight it.

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Happy STS! But oh no! One of your characters has been stabbed! What chaos does this bring about? Who's been stabbed, who did the stabbing, who yanks the sword out without thinking, etc.? ♥️

Happy STS! Ooh I fucking love this. Maybe in the near future when I ain't getting my ass kicked I'll write a snippet XD. Cause this chaos fits for all of my stories.

Hollis (Robots and Gardens): Finally gets a hold of Green's knife. Acts out of reflex when Green starts hunting people down. Don't run with sharp objects brother! Stabs Peace by accident.

Peace (Robots and Gardens): Was just trying to be a mediator. And doing her best to help out her basically girlfriend (Green) though it's kinda complicated. She's a fucking giant she doesn't notice the glint of metal in the light, she's stabbed in the thigh, maybe a little higher like her hip. Crumples to the ground in pain.

Digits (Robots and Gardens): Hovers over her and rests the woman's head on her lap. Knowing that they all may be doomed as she hears Green approaching. Even faster now that she heard a scream.

Donnie (Robots and Gardens): Not one of his finest moments. He figures so many people around him have prosthetics or some sort of upgrade somewhere. In a lapse of judgment and a fear of being killed by Green he yanks it out. Ripping another cry of pain from Peace. Digits and Peace hold their hand over the wound.

Green (Robots and Gardens): She arrives at a horrible time. The knife is being tossed from Donnie's hand. She goes red in the face. It's a screaming match, she gets louder when she sees Peace bleeding on the ground. They all move to drag Peace (literally drag) to get medical attention. (There is also a chance she rips the knife out of Peace to start threatening the rest of them by the way XD)

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

30 Days of OTP - Day 15, In a Different clothing style

Rating: K

Verse: Human Au

AN: Aah I struggled with this one I apologize unu;;

Coming up with little storylines to match these prompts is hard but, here Kainga is a Preforming Arts/Theatre student and both James and Kainga find themselves in the Costume closet before one of Kainga's performances. Much chaos occurs

Being stuck in a closet with James is not an unusual occurrence for the both of them. Only this time, James's dick was hardly involved in anyway. He gave the odd complain or two, mainly just repeating himself saying; "Fock me it stinks in here."

"Says the guy who goes around smelling like he'd just finished rolling in sheep shit." a voice answers him from the other side of the storage room, not sure where James had disappeared to amongst the clothing rails and book cases full of books and ornaments duty enough to set off a coughing fit. Many bright dazzling costumes that hung up on their racks, catching the eye of the New Zealander who instantly dove into the maze of color to get himself lost.

"At least my smell is selective-" James stifles a laugh as Kainga could be heard making a gagging sound from the other side. While James was back, trying on the most ridiculous outfits imaginable, Kainga was trying to find out his own outfit for his performance this afternoon, he'd misplaced it and it'd gotten lost in all these boxes back in the storage room. His panic was starting to settle in when he caught sight of the clock above the door. Where the hell was it?!

Like James was any help either, he'd noticed the Tongan's panic on arrival to the theatre and once James was onto something he'd sleuth it out like a Bloodhound. Leading to him following Kainga around, sensing that his lover was uneasy even around other members of the cast. Some of them asking Kainga if that guy over there shoveling popcorn into his face was in fact his boyfriend which Kainga reluctantly with regrettable reassurance that he was in fact his boyfriend.

"Whatever, you still fucking stink. Now can you actually help me find this?!"

Find whot?"

"Oh, I dunno, the reason why I dragged your ass in here in the first place. Stop being a fool and help me find my costume! The first act starts in half an hour!"

"Sure, just let me-"

Kainga can only panic when he hears the telltale crashing and clattering of clothing racks from behind him, the source of the noise and commotion staggering out of the clothing racks, tripping over some fabric from another lost costume. Dressed up in a small pirate costume he found in which Kainga could only gape in disbelief at him. He’s not sure what to make of what the other is wearing when he turns to find him here, biting his lip because James is doing his best come hither look in a coat far too small for him and the single most ridiculous and ornate hat in existence. "Does this hat make me look like a dick or is that just me?"

“You look like you’re over compensating, or constipated so not much has changed really.” He replied, giving a pointed look at the feathered and jewelled monstrosity before down at the black and red coat again. Luckily for him James had even found a prop plastic sword, even normally James had zero moral ground when it came to fashion. Once showing up for a fancy restaurant date in dressed like a Tradie in his florescent and very reflective orange workwear vest. Not to mention the muddy boots and tanned cargo shorts to top it all off with. Kainga sat there in the restaurant that night wanting to kill himself, unable to even look at the other with James seemed perfectly fine with it however. Like that made it even worse.

James just gruffed, blowing some of the draped feather out of his face. "I think I look very pristine." he drawled out.

"You know when you use big words it scares me, stick to being dumb." Kainga groused at him, approaching the final box and praying to whatever God was out there that his costume was in here. He took one look back at James. "And take that thing off it looks hideous."

James's infectious grin coaxed otherwise. "One on condition."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

He knows he shouldn’t have asked, paling a little as James sauntered over and put the pirate hat on him, arm around his waist and slowly leading him over to the place he’d found the coat. "That you might have to put something else on too. Saw some old lingerie pieces other there too, lace with nylon stockings and all. Always had a big thing for these~" he pulled one out of it's box and smirked at him so brightly it almost made him go blind.

"If you think I'm going to put on some old woman's underwear for you now you're severely mistaken."

"Won't now? Does that mean you will later?~"

"You're insane." He protested, yet snatched the stockings and lingerie off of James and shoved it into his bag with a huff, going back to look for his costume.

Even the thought of Kainga wearing them now made him giddier than ever. More excited for what was to come later.