#he treats belle's knight stuff kind of like

[fragaria-imagines]

Noir Bouquet Valentine’s Day Headcanons (with their S/O)

Badobarm:

Being the prideful guy that he is, Badobarm would absolutely use this day as a chance to show you off to the whole Noir Continent!

Valentine’s Day quickly becomes “S/O Day”, as the entire continent is decked with pictures of you all over the kingdom.

It’s less of a date, and more of a festival where everybody in town gets to celebrate you and Badobarm’s love.

Sorry to the other happy couples that wanted to celebrate Valentines Day in peace, but under Badobarm’s reign, everything would be center around you on this day.

Your favorite sweets and foods would be made, the ribbons that are plastered around the kingdom are your favorite color, the music that you like would be played all over town hall, and of course, who can forget, the parade float that has you and Badobarm’s face!

You might be thinking that, after all of this, after completely turning over Valentine’s Day and making it to a festival for you, there’s no way, he would actually give you a gift? He did so much already, there’s no way that he would actually give you a gift? Right?

WRONG! But get this, it’s not just Badobarm who is giving you a gift, but the entire town of the Noir Continent! With the amount of gifts that you received, you had no choice but to sit in Badtz-Maru throne, and open every single one of them.

So, yeah, Valentine’s Day turned out to be a bit hectic and kind of overwhelming, but you had fun nonetheless!

And at the end of the day, when everybody went home and the festival is over, Badobarm took you home, and you two had a nice romantic private meal just between the two of you, and in that moment, you couldn’t have asked for anything better

Chaco:

Chaco loves you, don’t get him wrong, but he’s not the most romantic guy on the planet.

He’s very casual and lowkey about it, and his ideal Valentine’s date is to go to Taco Bell, and go to the skate park right after.

Because to him, Valentine’s Day isn’t a big deal to him, sure there’s the aspect of celebrating your love with your loved ones, but also, it’s just a day?

That being said, Chaco would still take you out on Valentines, and you two would spend the day, eating out at fast food places, going to the skate park, and watching a movie at a drive in, you know stuff that you guys usually do on a day to day basis.

As for gifts, Chaco would buy you a skateboard, so the both of you could skate around the park!

Arupek:

Arupek is a simple guy, he’s not one to go all out for Valentine’s Day, he much rather keep the affair private and just spend the day making you happy.

And while, spending Valentine’s Day with a lover is still so new to him, he’s willing to try his best and make this day be memorable for you.

His Valentine’s date plans consist of going to the country club that Pekkle owns, and spending the day, golfing, playing tennis, and going out on a swim, with you.

Pekkle’s country club is one of the most prestigious facilities in the Wing Kingdom (Arupek’s Kingdom), and since you’re dating Pekkle’s right hand knight, it only makes sense that you get treated with the best care in the world.

Arupek has always been someone to prioritizes family, so even though it’s Valentine’s Day, you two ended up spending half the day with the Duck family at Ruby’s (Pekkle’s wife) cottage.

It was kind of chaotic, spending Valentine’s Day with the entirety of Arupek’s close friends and family, but it was still very fun nonetheless.

After you two left Ruby’s cottage, you two went to the lake house, and fed the ducks (Arupek included). It was a cute moment, but unfortunately, you two fed too many ducks, to the point that there was an army of ducks chasing and pecking you for more food, one of the ducks ended up pecking Arupek’s eye.

It was safe to say, you two had to pack up your picnic date, and left to go back to Noir Bouquet, where you had to nurse Arupek’s eye back to health.

Tuxam:

Being the gentleman that he is, Tuxam has been planning on what to do for Valentine’s date, two months in advance!

He wants this day to go absolutely perfect, because a perfect day is exactly what you deserve!

On the day of Valentine’s Day, he ordered a carriage for you two ride around the Noir Continent, which was pretty fun since you never been on anything like that.

Once the carriage ride was finished, Tuxam took you to the, Hello Kitty: Furry Tale Theater, where you watched, Sleeping Kitty. Funnily enough, there was an actor there that resembled Lord Tuxedo Sam to a T….

After the play was finished, you and Tuxam went to a fancy restaurant that was reserved months beforehand, and it was pretty good.

As for gifts, Tuxam presented you a buttload of gifts, ranging from clothes, jewelry, chocolate, but what most stood out to you, was when he gifted you his family pendant.

An ice cream shaped necklace that was passed down to Tuxam’s family from generation to generation. It is his most prized possession, it was gifted to him after he became a knight, like every other man in his family before him, who have served Tuxedo Sam.

Yet, he is giving it away to you, because his pendant was no longer his biggest achievement, it was meeting you, so he thought it would be a better fit in your hands.

Hangyon:

You should be thanking God everyday that Hangyon does not hold the power of being a Bouquet leader, because if he was a Bouquet leader? Badobarm’s “S/O’s Day” would have looked like child’s play next to whatever Hangyon would conjure up.

It wouldn’t even be called “S/O’s Day”, it would have been known as, “S/O’s YEAR”.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you want to look at it), Hangyon does not possess the power of turning the entire town over for you, but that won’t stop him and his extravagant tendencies!

Hangyon would throw a ginormous party in your name on Valentine’s Day, he would hire entertainment from all over Fragaria, to come sing and perform at your party, would invite people from outside of Noir Continent, even the SEEDS would be allowed to come!

Hangyon would even call up the Strawberry King to ask him if he could have this party at his castle, to which the Strawberry King, happily obliged.

Being the eccentric man that he is, his gift for you would be to sing you a song that he wrote, in front of the entire continent.

Hangyon would hire both Hapindanbui and his fellow Noir Bouquet members to perform live music at this party, most of which are love songs that are dedicated to you.

The party started from sunrise and it didn’t end till midnight, by that point, you were so tired and partied-out, that once you came in contact with your pillow, you immediately passed out.

It was a good party and way to spend your Valentine’s Day, all things considered, and Hangyon viewed it as a success!

Pikero:

Pikero is very old-school when it comes to romance and Valentine’s Day, he believes that Valentine’s is a private affair between lovers, and all the dramatics and extravaganzas are unnecessary.

With that being said, Pikero isn’t a total stick in the mud, for he believes that a good way to spend the holidays is to keep your heart and your brain pumping, and what better way to do that than a scavenger hunt!

Valentine’s Day started out like any other day, you went to Pikero’s lab to greet him, only Pikero wasn’t there…?

You were met with a white letter on top of his desk, giving you a clue to where he was at. The clues were filled with riddles, math equations, and puzzles for you to figure out his destination.

You practically walked all over the Noir Continent, trying to find him, but every destination that you landed were just met with more puzzles and more clues.

Finally, after the final clue, you were met with Pikero, who was standing in the exact spot that you two first met many months ago, and it was no other than…. Pikero’s lab!

Pikero’s lab looked completely different from how it was that morning, the lights were dimmed, there was a mini table in the middle of the room with a rose and champagne on top of the table, and there were a group of musicians near the table, playing the violin.

You and Pikero danced together all night to the sound of the violins playing, it was a magical and special night, and it transported you to that faithful night you met him, all those years ago.

[flightfoot]

Miraculous Fanfic Recs for ongoing Miraculous fics

So I got an ask requesting me to give some ML fic recs, so I decided to focus on some ongoing Miraculous fics! All of these have updated within the past two months. Feel free to tag anyone who I didn't know the tumblr username of!

Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

Kind of a Medieval Fantasy AU here, though with more resemblance to regular Miraculous than I normally expect with such AUs. Kwamis are actually fae, but aside from needing some sort of "deal" in order for humans to draw out their power, they function mostly the same, with Ladybug and Chat Noir being activated in order to help fight against Hawk Moth, even.

Oh yeah, this fic was written pre-S4, so there's some oddities because of that, like Felix actually having a good father, for instance. Adrien and Felix are both still sentimonsters though.

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Lows And Highs (Of Adrien Agreste) by @blackcatsbutterflies

Adrien Agreste- Teenage supermodel, son of Gabriel Agreste, hero of Paris... Type One Diabetic. When Adrien is diagnosed with a chronic illness, he goes through the mental struggles of dealing with this new life. Nothing will ever be the same again, and if anyone were to find out, he'd be humiliated. The world would find him repulsing. Who would want to love someone who was constantly giving themselves shots? Marinette would. (Based off my real life, when I was diagnosed at 13 years old.) TW: Mentions of drugs (no one does them) and the following stuff that will appear in chapters: - Needles - Blood - Paralysis - Seizures - Fainting

Oh man this one is a real treat! I know some basic stuff about diabetes, but not so much what people's day-to-day lives are like, so it was interesting watching Adrien go through this, what he has to do nowadays in order to, well, live. And since he only just got diagnosed, he's going through major lifestyle changes which is pretty overwhelming, and he's feeling pretty awful about it because well, this is gonna hit hard. Though thankfully, Marinette is able to help quite a bit.

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Bell the Cat by @heartfulselkie

Ladybug is the Miraculous Hero of Gallia. She has spent the past number of years fighting the minions of the tyrant Hawk Moth, only for the war to come to an abrupt end. News reveals that Hawk Moth was brutally slain by his own champion and captain of his own elite guard - the infamous knight Chat Blanc, known to wield pure destructon itself. With the disintegration of Hawk Moth's army, Chat Blanc is captured and imprisoned until his certain execution. Being a beloved hero and instrumental in the realm's defences during the war, Ladybug is offered a reward of her choosing. Instead of choosing a title or luxuries as expected she chooses...custody of Chat Blanc??? A new threat is rising in the chasm Hawk Moth left behind, and Ladybug believes Chat Blanc's knowledge and skill will be vital in what's to come. And perhaps he could also answer some questions that have plagued her since even before the war with Hawk Moth began..

This fic is awesome so far, I adore a good enemies AU and Fantasy AU, so both of them together is great! There's a lot we don't know yet, like the specifics of how akumas work in this AU, but I'm eager to know more. Just as Ladybug's eager to try to find out what happened to an old childhood friend of hers who vanished around the time Hawk Moth rose to power...

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Madness series by @consistent-chaos-corporation

Summary for "Found", the first multichapter installment in the series:

Chat Noir and Ladybug need to tie up some loose ends. Unfortunately, one of those ends is Felix.

I've really been enjoying my time with this series, and if you like Felix-focused fics, you might too! In this universe, Nooroo and Duusu actually used to play with Felix and Adrien when they were little, but Gabriel made Adrien forget that happened - Gabriel and Emilie edited out a lot of little inconvenient things from Adrien's memory, as it turns out.

Anyway, we mostly follow Felix post-Strike Back as he figures out what to do now that he has the Peacock Miraculous. The heroes bursting in and confronting him about it kinda forces his hand.

He goes through a lot of character development here, which I adore, especially when it comes to realizing "oh crap, I sold out living beings to someone who I knew would mistreat them." This series tackled that subject better than any other fanfic I've seen, with Felix directly helping to recover the Miraculous and free the kwami, feelings guilty upon realizing how badly Gabriel had hurt them, and having to deal with a lot of the kwami not liking or trusting him for very justifiable reasons - though they ARE willing to understand why he did what he did.

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Kintsugi - The Beauty in Broken Things by @xaran-alamas

When freed from Mayura's control, and given a chance at a normal life, the Sentimonster clone of Ladybug must learn what it is to be not only a hero, but also a human being, and part of a family. Meanwhile Marinette needs to figure out what to do with a hyper-energetic Kwami with a broken Miraculous. Updates Sundays and Wednesdays

I've always loved Sentibug Lives AUs (as you might guess from my having written two fics where she gets to stick around), and this is one of the best ones I've seen, and certainly the longest.

I love how we get to follow Centi (as she names herself) as she tries to figure out what to do now that she exists and is likely to stay that way, and as she tries to cope with the knowledge that her creator controlled her and when she disobeyed, tried to kill her. She's a nicely developed OC, her feelings are really delved into!

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Not Part of the Plan by @kasienda

“What’s wrong, Marinette?” Marinette wiped her tears with her sleeve, and pulled away just enough to reach into her pocket. She gripped the pregnancy test and held it out to her mother. Sabine’s eyes widened as she took in the results of the test in her hand. Her gaze flashed back up to Marinette’s. “You’re pregnant.” And it wasn’t a question, but it was enough to send Marinette into devastated tears once again. Her mother pulled her back into the hug and just held her. “It’s going to be okay.”

Teen pregnancy fic here, which I know isn't everyone's cup of tea. I love how everyone comes together to help figure out what to do and to offer support - and not just to Marinette either, since Adrien's about to be a father as well.

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True Blue by @rosie-b

Golden Bug and Chat Grise are the heroes of Paris, fighting to protect civilians from Hawk Moth and his akumas. Marinette is Gabriel Agreste’s young apprentice, training under the famous designer to become the next big name in fashion. But one day, Marinette finds an open safe with a beautiful peacock brooch in it... and suddenly, she’s not sure who the villain is anymore.

I love Enemies AU, as I've already mentioned. This is a more unusual one, with MARINETTE being the one on Hawk Moth's side instead of Adrien. I love how Rosie painstakingly weaves together Gabriel's manipulation and lies so you could actually believe that Marinette might be willing to help him - maybe not very enthusiastically, but believing that it's the best option she has. It's pretty impressive!

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The Beauty of a Rose by properjitterbug

In the small town of Bellerose, Marinette and Adrien are childhood friends while secretly pining for each other. They lead happy lives until one day a long, forgotten promise is stirred awake; changing their lives in ways they couldn't imagine. With time marching on, Marinette is left to chase after ghosts of her past as a strange creature appears in the depths of the mysterious forest. Arc 1: Chapters 1-11: Complete Arc 2: Chapters 12-?: In Progress -- Werecat!Adrien x Marinette

Fair warning, this is an M-rated fic, and it earns that M rating, given it has several extensive sex scenes.

Anyway, I love a good fairy tale AU, and this is one of the better ones I've seen. I love how it's clearly inspired by Beauty and the Beast, but doesn't constrain itself by it. Adrien is not a jerk nor does he capture Marinette. Instead he randomly changes into a Werecat and is abandoned by his family, mistaken for a lumbering beast by the townsfolk, left alone for a year - until Marinette comes to visit the Agreste mansion, the home of her friend who just suddenly left one day, and she sees him in his werecat form...

I love this, Marinette is drawn to Chat, even with him looking pretty terrifying. Adrien's pretty insecure about his whole situation, but slowly opens up as he gets to reconnect with Marinette.

[kuuttituutti]

ANGER, SHAVED ICE, SPEAK-NO-EVIL, SCISSORS, RIBBON, CRAYON, TRAIN, RAINBOW, CLOUD, GREEN HEART, LOVE LETTER

to whichever oc:s u feel they would be the most fun/fitting for☀️

Ohohooo!!! Because I do have so many brain worms about different ocs, it was hard to choose, but I decided to go with my two Knight & Jester duo Irakli and Ilves ! (Ilves is the freckled elf, and Irakli the bearded man.)

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Ilves: Ilves is very strict about how his food is prepared and prefers to make it himself. If he however trusts someone to cook for him, he still needs to watch as the food is being made. This due past trauma, and gladly people near him are understanding. To strangers it can seem a bit rude however, when he outright refuses any kinds of free samples.

Irakli: Irakli has a nervous habit of plucking his feathers and of making swan noises, even in his human form.

SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Ilves: He has saved all the birthday gifts he ever got from his mom and dad! These include a lot of jingle bells and a small, ceramic sheep. They are his treasures. In the story, Ilves gets framed for a murder he did not commit, so his two best friends are left with most of his stuff. He did request if he could hold the sheep during his execution, but was not allowed to. Jacob and Kuukkeli still hold on to Ilves's treasures, even when they don't know if he's still alive or not, after being stolen away by a masked stranger during a public hanging.

Irakli: Irakli's childhood was not as idyllic as Ilves's, but there are still objects he cariies near and dear to their heart. Irakli became a battlemaster's apprentice when he was very young. And to his first practise he got a knight doll, with a small sword you could take out of the doll's hand. While the doll itself is at his parent's place, Irakli still has the small, tiny sword on his breastpocket as a good luck charm.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Ilves: Ilves is pretty good at keeping secrets. What he will not shut about however is theater and theater masks. While he is a jester to the queen's court, he did very much dream of becoming a "proper" actor one day. He reads every play he gets his lil elf hands on.

Irakli: Irakli will not shut up about their horse Dule. Dule is the best horse around and she deserves all the treats in the world

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Ilves: Ilves literally only cut out his relationship with princess Peura after he got framed for the murder by her. It takes a lot for him to cut you out.

Irakli: Irakli would like to be everyone's friend, but he also knows how to set boundries. For him the last straw is someone talking bad of their friends without a reason, or not respecting Irakli's knighthood.

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

I rarely do AU's for my own ocs, but for them I have a modern au and a warrior cats au.

Ilves: In Modern Au Ilves works with Kuukkeli and Jacob in a party store, one that sells party hats and other fun things. He is also a part in the local theater group. The job at the shop does not pay the best, so he does run an onlyfans on the side. Would Ilves still be framed for muder in this au? I have not decided yet.

In warrior cats au Ilves would be called Lynxear :3 He'd be a silly lanky kittycat.

Irakli: In Modern Au Irakli is studying history in the university with special interest in medieval armors and horses (and horses in armours). He does dream of becoming a museum director in the future. Outside of school, he has hobbies like fencing and boxing and cooking. Ilves comes to watch one his fencing matches with Kuukkeli and they meet for the first time.

In warriors AU I think Irakli would be a deputy and his warrior name would be Swanclaw (obviously)

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

Ilves: You can be loved by people sincerely, you know?

Irakli: You don't need to prove your worth. You have worth no matter what you do.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

Ilves and Irakli would both pull the lever to save more people.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Ilves: You don't need to be friends with all your brothers.

Irakli: Go outside, see the sun. Make as many good memories as you can, you'll need them in the future.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Ilves: Ilves really loves his friend Kuukkeli's cat Kepponen. Whenever he is nervous, or feeling anxious and Kuukkeli happens to be there, she'll throw Kepponen at him.

Irakli: After Ilves loses his ears and tail, Irakli makes a lot of effort to learn how to read his bodylanguage and expressions better. They also love cooking with Ilves hugging them from behind, so he can stay close and also look at how the food is made.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Ilves: Physical touch. Hugs, kisses, petting, sex. He loves it all. But also he gets so much comfort from words of affrimation.

Irakli: Food, Hugs, someone brushing his hair. Reading letters

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

For like two years, most of their communications was by letters. While this time was hard for them both, getting love letters from eachother was a small, important solace. Nowadays they both still like to leave small messages to eachother around their little house, just as reminders of how much they love eachother.

Thank you so much for letting me ramble this long about my ocs fghjklkh. I love them a lot.

[labellerose-acheron]

Crossing the Line *** [Saddle Club]

@heart-of-dunbroch

Belle was itching to dive into the research surrounding the first bones. 

She had been jonesing for a good mystery for a while. Didn’t even notice how badly she wanted it until it was plopped in her lap and she was eager to get her hands on it. Things were...evening out in other aspects of her life. She still had the children, her exam at the end of next month, and now...therapy too, on top of all the rest, but--

That only made her more determined. 

It just meant she had to be efficient with her time. She had ordered books from the library that might help as soon as they had decided that would be one of her main research focuses. Now, she had her books piled on the living room coffee table, sitting on her favourite pillow. There were copies that she had had scanned from the archive detailing census records and more difficult to find sources. She had every single book, probably, that had ever been written on Swynlake’s history, all marked with any mention of early deaths and the graveyard especially.

Most of the information was too vague and--

Opal squealed.

Belle did not look up from her book, because she knew that sound. That was not an Opal getting into something sound. It was an Opal playing sound. A quick glance at the spot where Merida had been sitting confirmed she was no longer there and was, most likely, distracted playing with the toddler. 

“Merida!” Belle huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I need your help with this, elsewise it will never get done.” She pointedly lifted her notebook where she was trying to plot a timeline. It was an incomprehensible, scribbled page to anyone but Belle. (She had never been one for study partners, though she did need someone else to help sort through the massive amounts of information.) 

[outfit!]

[hotdamnhunnam]

Kutte and Gown

A/N: So here’s a fic about Jax Teller in his high school days, finding hope and love and happiness in your embrace 🥰 Flirty stuff + smutty fluff + teenage angst. For a special request from @vixenrebellion who is graduating today and turning 19 in a few days! Con-grad-ulations and happy birthday in advance babe! ❤️

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teenage Jax treats you to his adult cock (you’re both 18+) Request: Request from @vixenrebellion in celebration of birthday soon + graduation 🥳🎓

Word Count: ~6.5k

“As you embark on the next chapter of your lives...”

The voice of some old man drones on, from far across the crowded lawn. Every two seconds someone yawns. Someone else sneezes every five. Spring’s not yet done. The California sun beats down upon the sea of caps and gowns in cheap black fabric, heat spread out thick, edge of summer cutting through the current season with the dull weight of a butterknife.

High school was hell and you’re just glad to have survived.

“...lest you forget whence you have come...”

‘Lest’? ‘Whence’? This fucker clearly doesn’t know his audience. Two rows behind you the class clown cracks the obligatory ‘cum’ joke and the super-senior seated alphabetically beside you mutters fuck, this shit is dumb.

You’re sick of all the so-called circumstance and pomp. Mind wanders down a hazy path as the heat gathers in your gown. Drowning you in a fucking swamp. The heat is cruel. Just like this school, this whole damn town—Charming means nothing other than the miserable fact it’s where you’re from.

You think of prom.

You really shouldn’t think of prom.

Really should not have even gone but so you had and somehow ended up in none other than Jackson Teller’s arms...

A sudden shrill sound slices through this ring of hell: the ring of bells, audible from the school itself. Right by the sports field where the ceremony is now being held. Someone must have pulled the emergency alarm.

Principal Dipshit pauses in his speech and pushes his specs up his nose.

Throughout the white foldout chairs set in perfect rows, for this commencement, several students are conspicuously absent. From among them... only one of them would have the balls to make that kind of mayhem. Only one of them and everybody knows.

Of all the boys you could’ve fallen mad in love with you suppose… that is the one your stupid schoolgirl heart inevitably chose.

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His eyes are on you. Flame-blue, blazing bright. Throughout the night. That can’t be true. That really cannot possibly be right.

Jax Fucking Teller. Knight in white kicks and black leather. He’s the goddamn prince of Charming. Billion times hotter than the paper cutout pretty boy who’s stepping on the stage right now so proud to win the pointless crown of prom king. 

Jax is wildly pretty too, but in a rugged way that paints him as a full-grown man who prides himself on all the grown-up shit he loves to do.

You’ve spent so many lonely nights thinking of how badly you wish he’d do that grown-up shit to you.

Until tonight you never thought you’d even come into his view. May as well be a speck of dust beneath his shoe. He’s beyond cool, by far the baddest boy in school. The brazen blonde biker who rides around town breaking all the rules. He bats an eye and every girl in Charming drools.

The way he’s staring at you from across the room is fucking cruel. Hand on his hip, smirk on his sinfully pink lips. The gorgeous golden god that literally everybody worships. He would’ve won the title of prom king for sure, if only he’d not publicly decreed a few days earlier that prom royalty is just a self-indulgent joke for superficial losers.

The whole school knows that tonight’s prom queen never got over her freshman fall four years ago, when Jax had fucked her underneath the bleachers, and they got caught by the gym teacher, or so the rumor goes. She likes to think she’s too much of a catch for any boy to ever casually use her. 

That’s what Jax Teller had done though. Made her fall head over heels in a few minutes, just to move on to the next chick on his hit-list. Left to feel like just another plastic hoe.

And now four years later, the night she’s claimed as hers... he’s making eyes at somebody inferior and painfully obscure—you, in particular—and through her cheap rhinestone tiara devil horns begin to show.

Why did he even come to prom, everyone wonders. Whispered speculations hum throughout the room. Didn’t bother to bring a date. Just a few of his biker brothers. This bullshit school shit is exactly what he hates. Everyone knows that he’ll be absent in a few weeks at commencement when this class finally graduates.

He’s probably here to pull some kind of prank or other. Meanwhile prom queen is still bitter that Jax Teller didn’t fall in love with her immediately after that one time he fucked her.

And she makes sure to take it out on you, assembling her crew. They do as mean girls do. Mocking your lack of fashion sense, and finding spiteful ways to make fun of your small circle of friends. Typical shit you’re more than used to. You don’t give a damn about your social status in this shithole but can’t wait for all this fuckery to end. For just a few more weeks till graduation it’s bound to continue.

The final straw is when the prom queen dumps her drink right down your dress until it puddles in your shoes, and though it’s just about the dumbest thing that anyone could do, it still feels cold and wet and shitty and an insult to your dignity and you lose just a little of the fight in you.

On your way back from the bathroom as you dab the sticky-sweet mess from your prom dress making your way through the halls, you end up slumped against the wall. You’d told your friends that you’d be back; it wouldn’t feel right to retreat and let your whole night be defeated by such a petty attack. But you need a fucking minute to yourself, before you revisit the pit of fucking hell.

A minute to yourself. Soon turns to twelve. It really isn’t going well.

You wonder when your crew will find you. But the figure who shows up just now behind you... happens to be someone else.

He struts right up to you and you are instantly struck dumb.

Shaking his beautifully blonde head, he grabs a tissue from his pocket. Though your punch-stained gown has dried by now your eyes are somewhat wet.

You don’t accept at first—since when do bad boys even carry tissues?—but he takes another step forward, looking so good it hurts, and then just stands there and extends it till you do.

It’s clean and soft and everything you would’ve thought he’s not.

The man before you now is real and more than just the sum of all your thirsty thoughts.

“Fucking prom,” he mumbles; in his words you feel a world of rage that bubbles, though the surface is still calm. “Like I told everyone: prom royals are scum.”

Where is this even coming from? You two are strangers far as anyone can tell. You keep that question to yourself, muttering something else. “I didn’t even want to come.”

“Well, I doubt that, darlin’...” he smirks as he moves slowly closer till the scent of leather-clad sin has your toes curling. “First time I’ve heard that one.”

Wish I could suck that stupid smirk right off your face, Jackson. You somehow mask your thirst behind a reasonably dignified reaction.

It’s hard when you’re such a hot mess. “First time for everything, I guess.”

“Damn right, princess,” he devilishly says, blue eyes devouring you up and down like he means some serious business. “That’s a, um... really hot dress.”

“Same can’t be said for the girl in it.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be an idiot.”

Stop smirking at me and let me breathe for a minute, you sadistic piece of shit. “The only idiotic thing would be to fall for your sweet talk.”

“If you weren’t beautiful then why would this be happening to my cock?”

Did he just—did he just... sweet mother of Jesus. Jax Teller just referred you to his legendary penis. Though your dress is dry, you’re suddenly soaked wet between your thighs. Somewhat to your surprise, he’s actually classy enough to keep his distance and just nod down at his crotch, rather than grinding up against you which would be too fucking much.

Not that the sight of his huge bulge is not too much because it is and you really should not have looked. But so you did and now you’re shook. Try not to let him see how hard your world is rocked. Though the next button that he pushes will undoubtedly destruct. “I’m just the only girl in school you haven’t fucked.”

He shakes his head and smiles, in a way that seems too pure and too sincere to be his style. “Nah, not true. The only girl I haven’t fucked but always wanted to.”

Promptly melt to a goddamn pile of goo. If you had any clue how bad I’ve wanted you… ugh, then again no doubt you do. It’s far more likely that this is some kind of cruel joke than a stupid schoolgirl dream come fucking true.

“I’m not another conquest you can rack up on your fuck-it list,” you hiss. He’s coming closer so you force yourself to shift. Never been hornier in all the days you’ve lived. Questioning your entire existence. Why even attempt resistance? Your next statement is inspired by the prom night lyrics playing in the distance, early Taylor Swift. You wish that you could mean them but you can’t. “Jax Teller, you are never ever getting in my pants.”

What you don’t know is that he likes a girl who’s got a little fight. “Good thing you’re not wearing any tonight. Just panties underneath this pretty dress, right?” he reckons, once again not actually touching you but doing far more damage with just one suggestive glance. “I’ll take that chance.”

“You’re such a cocky little shit,” you scoff at him as if you’re not madly in love with it. “We are not fucking in this hallway, understand?”

“That’s totally okay if you’re not cool with going all the way...” He’s feeling playful, which is cute and makes you feel really unstable. Rude the way he innocently wiggles all ten of his metal-ring-clad fingers in the air. He’s so charming it’s just not fair. “Maybe just hands?”

You glare at him and shake your head. Won’t give in yet. Proud of yourself for still resisting his demands.

“Then how ‘bout just a dance?”

Jax Teller… dancing? You could sooner see pigs flying to the moon and fucking prancing. “A dance?” you echo with a laugh as you imagine it. “As if you’d ever do PG-13 romance. That’s just a euphemism for a slow fuck, isn’t it.”

“Euphemism?” he repeats without skipping a beat in his flirtatious rhythm. Somehow off his lips the four syllables sound so hot you drop your fucking jaw. You’d thought the term might trip him up a bit, to be quite honest. He picks up on it and calls you out on it. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t know that word, huh. Token tall blonde idiot.”

“I thought…” Your train of thought derails as he comes closer and gets off on how your body very visibly reacts. Oh, God. He’s so wickedly hot. You say something that you immediately wish you could take back. “I’ve thought a lot of things about you, Jax.”

He smirks again. Drowning you in his scent. And then… all of a sudden you begin… to feel a little faint… and his soft touch upon your shoulder just to steady you kills any shred of hope of self-restraint.

Just like the tissue he had given you his touch right now is genuinely soft, even as he imagines fucking you all rough. Wondering if that’s what your dreams of him are made of. “Mmm, what kinds of thoughts? Go on and tell me all about ‘em, babe. I’ve got all night and you’ve got no chance of escape.”

Hard to stay sane when you’re breathing him in so deeply. “You do realize that sounds creepy? You can’t keep me...”

He smiles sinfully yet sweetly, steps in just a little closer, and then suddenly you reach to grab his kutte-clad shoulder, just for balance as you swoon over the fact that you would love to spend forever in his arms.

He knows it too, reading right through. You won’t survive. No creepy vibes, he reassures you. “I just meant that you had no chance of escape ‘cause you’re a sucker for my charms.”

“Sucker for something bigger too,” you blurt, your inner slut unable to bite back the words. He’s so stunning it hurts. He smells so wonderful and warm. On instinct you pull him toward you, finally feeling his enormous denim-clad length thick and hard against the thin delicate fabric of your dress and you are through. That thing could do serious harm. “Look what you’re gonna make me do. If you don’t stop I’ll have to pull the fire alarm.”

“Double dog dare you,” he declares, gesturing toward the red alarm that’s so conveniently upon the wall right there. “Go ahead and fuck this prom.”

Well. Can’t say you didn’t bring this one upon yourself. “I know you’re blonde but you don’t have to be so dumb...”

“Prom queen and all her bitches fucked your night. You know they ain’t got nothin’ on you, right?” Bright blue eyes sparkle with a dangerous shade of light. “And this is how you can repay ‘em. Raise a little mayhem.”

In his presence you’re rendered so stupid you’re somehow considering it and that’s super not fucking okay. “But they… they’ll still win at the end of the day...”

“Nah, tonight’s their peak moment in life, sweetheart. The glory days ahead of you are just about to start,” Jax tells you almost like he knows a thing or two about your plans to go to college somewhere far, about how excited you are. “Ruin their night and make them pay.”

You’ve never been a mischief-maker but something about Jax Teller makes you want to fucking play. To raise a little hell. Reach toward the red alarm ready to ring the bell.

“What if I’m throwing my future away…?”

What if I fall in love with you so hard I want to stay?

It’s the dumbest thing to think and thankfully something you manage not to say.

You may get out of Charming someday, but your heart is in his hands now and has no chance of escape. The hastening beat of his own heart betrays that he feels the same way. “I’ll cover your ass, babe. Any day.”

***************

Never had you felt so alive as when you did the dumbest thing you’d ever done—high on adrenaline and on the drug of Jax’s gorgeous goofy grin as he grabbed your hand and yelled run!—leading you through the halls as the alarm bells echoed all along the walls until he reached his Harley parked outside and paused only to put his helmet on your head before he took you for a ride and shouted into the night air fuck, that was fun!

He’s such an idiot but so are you as you’re already so deep in it. Never thought your heart could feel this kind of crazy about anyone.

Your blood and his both running hot as he pulls up into the Teller-Morrow lot. You’d spent at least ten minutes tightly pressed against the leather of his kutte and now you hope he’ll press you up against a wall and claim you as his perfect little slut…

“How you feelin’?” Jax asks as he chivalrously helps you off of his Harley. The rush of hormones has you reeling. “Easy there, darlin’…”

“That was…” you can’t really say much when your senses are fucking abuzz.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, carefully taking the helmet off, brushing stray hair from your face with a sweep of his knuckles. “That’s the good stuff dreams are made of.”

Yeah, now let’s go off and make love.

“Here, I wanna take you someplace.”

I want you to fuck my face.

He guides you into the main building of T-M then up a flight of stairs as you silently wonder if your heart is permanently set to race.

The place he had in mind… it’s just a plain old rooftop, but something about it makes your whole heart stop.

Somehow you sense that it’s the place Jax Teller comes to be himself. Someone he’d never dare to be anywhere else.

It’s a hell of a place to fuck.

Apparently instead he wants to spread out a big blanket and just stare up at the smog-smudged stars that shine down on this godforsaken town and fucking… talk.

***************

“You’ve read a book?!” you feign absolute shock, seeing Jax blush as you sort through the contents of his secret cardboard box, the treasure chest that he keeps hidden in a corner of this rooftop. Acted as if he hadn’t wanted you to look. But once you started he would not tell you to stop. Wants you to know he’s not the image that this whole town has made up. He’s read a few books. “Jax, I’m fucking shook.”

“Written some too.” His voice is quiet, true self muted from so long being kept quiet. There are binders in the box with pages of handwritten manuscripts. “Not about to win a Pulitzer or some shit. Doubt they’d ever even get published. It’s just this stupid thing I like to do.”

You raise your face, to meet his gaze. You could write novels upon novels about nothing but that earth-shattering shade of blinding blue. “God, look at you.”

He shrugs his leather-clad shoulders, afraid of feeling more if you come any closer. “Yeah, that’s what all the girls in Charming love to do.”

You softly laugh, with no clue that the beauty of the sound cuts him in half. The prince of Charming is worth more than such a crown. “You’re so much bigger than this town.”

“Yeah, bigger where it counts,” he winks as you set down the box, licking your lips as you picture his perfect cock. “Can’t say I haven’t dreamed of leaving but just feel it in my bones somehow I’d always come around. Not all dreams are worth chasing down.”

“I beg to differ…” you disagree respectfully, shifting toward him on the blanket gently, noticing the bulge in his jeans get a little stiffer.

Wish I’d chased after you years ago.

Will you pretend this never happened come tomorrow?

Is it worth falling deeper for you when you’ll never leave this godforsaken town?

These aren’t the questions that you ask. They’d be too much for you and even more for Jax. “So did you get your cap and gown?”

Flawless face scrunches up into a grimace. Cutest shit you’ve ever witnessed. “Yeah, I’m not wearing that.”

“What?” you laugh and slap his kutte. “Those glorious blonde locks would rock the hat!”

“It’s dumb and square and flat. It represents an institution.”

“You think rejecting a grad cap is gonna start a revolution?”

“Anarchy’s gotta start somewhere, baby.”

You cuddle up into his chest, home in this leather vest, and wonder if those bright blue eyes stole all the living daylight from the night sky or if you’re just going crazy. “Think we started some tonight, maybe.”

He’s already gone more than crazy. “Maybe.”

***************

Hours fly by and then some.

He’s so fucking handsome.

You’re starting to think that the universe didn’t just drop you in Charming at random.

You’re starting to think that it’s not a bad thing if your whole world revolves around Jackson—but then… the next words off his life-changing lips make you swallow those thoughts and abandon them.

The crow always flies back to its calling, no matter how far it may roam.

“Here darlin’, let me take you home.”

But—but you thought… the way this night had gone, you thought he’d want… God, how could you have been so dumb. Your stupid schoolgirl heart goes numb.

“It’s getting cold,” he states, biting his lip now that whatever thrill you might’ve given is already getting old. “And late.”

Hell of a way to end a date-that’s-not-a-date. Anything but. Somehow the fact he hasn’t fucked you makes you feel more like a slut.

Takes you back downstairs to the lot, then wraps you in his kutte. ‘Prospect’ is printed on the back. It finally hits you that you’d never been a real prospect for Jax.

“You look real good in that.”

He kisses the top of your head and it hurts you real bad.

You want to be the one who gets to say goodbye. Not just his conscience realizing he shouldn’t play a girl who’s aching for a love she’s never had. Or even just a good hard fuck. Finally an end to your hard luck. The buzz of spiked punch from the prom must now be wearing off so he can see you in a clearer light.

Jax Teller doesn’t get to ruin you tonight. He’s claimed your heart, did from the start; he doesn’t get to take your pride. You’re the one telling him goodbye.

You have no clue right now what’s running through his mind and if you did you’d probably die. But you won’t dare to ask him why.

“I live close by—I can just walk…”

“I don’t care if it’s half a block. You’re not walking these streets alone at night. Let me give you a ride.”

“That’s not your job,” you bark. The leather feels so cold and dark. Heat of the night lost all its spark. “I’ll call someone to pick me up.”

“It’s not a job—”

“Just stop,” you desperately protest, fighting against the searing pain within your chest. “And keep your fucking leather vest.”

His brows crease in confusion as you strip it off. His voice is soft. You wish he’d keep his dumb mouth shut. “It’s called a kutte.”

“You think I give a fuck?” your defense mechanism voice is like a devil-possessed squawk. “This isn’t me. It’ll never be. Wrap it around some other slut.”

You throw it at him though he doesn’t even want to take it back. He would’ve given it to you and let you wear it off to college even if it meant his whole life plan would veer off of its Redwood-destined tracks.

On some level you know that you’re not being fair to him, and yet you can’t afford to care because it’s not your place to care for him. Too many times you’ve been hit in the face with cold hard facts. “Tomorrow the whole class can laugh at how the token loser thought she had a chance with Jax.”

“God, Y/N,” he sounds fucking aghast. “Y/N, you’re not—and I’d never tell anyone what happened...”

“That’s the fucking problem, Jackson,” you snap back at him, though part of you knows that this isn’t what he meant. “Bet you’re ashamed. To even know my goddamn name. If anyone finds out you took me to your little rooftop hideaway you’d say that it was just some stupid game.”

Blue of his gaze begins to lose some of its light. “If that’s what you still think of me after tonight then hell I guess you’re right.”

In a split second all the light went out and died.

Why are you doing this to him. Why are you capable of doing anything to him. You’re not. You’re nobody and for a second you forgot.

You fumble with your phone. There are numbers in there somewhere but coming tears blur every one. You’re all alone.

Sure, you have friends, but feel like shit right now for bothering any of them. Your whole existence is a problem. High school’s just a fucking mess and needs to end.

It hits you then. “Fuck, I’ll blow your cover if I tell someone to come pick me up at T-M…”

“Just say you got lost for a minute. That’s the truth, isn’t it? We both did,” he spits, leaning back against the wall of the clubhouse, just to keep watch out of courtesy till someone else arrives to help you sort your fucking life out. “I really don’t give a shit what you tell ‘em.”

He lights a cigarette. Like he already knows that every breath he takes is gonna be laced with regret.

“That’s really bad for you.” It’s probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. The dumbest shit in life is all too often true.

“Jesus thanks, I had no clue. Don’t stand there acting like you care.”

But God, you do. So young and beautiful and he’s already digging his own grave and it’s just not—it’s just not fair…

The kutte is hanging from his arm. The heat you’d felt minutes ago still keeps it warm. The night is cold and yet he won’t put it back on. Not till you’re gone.

Finally manage to text one of your friends. In case you never get to see this man again you let yourself just stand and stare. Try to look down every few seconds. He won’t look at you at all from his end. He won’t fucking dare. Knows just how bad that’d fuck him up.

“Your ride’s right there,” Jax tells you as your friend finally pulls in to a slow stop.

Vanishes back up, to the rooftop. So that no one has to know what you two shared. Ghost of you lingers in the chill of the night air. This roof will never feel the same without you here and God, it’s not—it’s just not fair.

***************

“There’s no need to panic,” says Principal Dipshit. “Everyone please just keep calm.”

There’s not much hope of that in the middle of graduation when someone pulled the fire alarm.

Sure, you’re seated outside in a big field close by, where safety is not really an issue. Given the timing the chances that there’s a real fire don’t seem all that high. But in theory this could be a real thing; there could be people in the building. Ignoring the blaring emergency ring to go on with commencement just doesn’t quite feel like the right thing to do.

Fucking chaos is bound to ensue.

Anarchy as it were.

The old man announces that the ceremony is postponed and will carry on sometime later.

Later means tomorrow so that they can ensure to take all the appropriate safety measures.

So here you are stuck in the miserable bubble of high school. All because of some beautiful fool who can’t fucking stop breaking the rules.

***************

Jax Teller was the culprit and everyone knew it.

No one else would dare do something so fucking stupid.

Except you. You’re now capable of stupid too, which is what brings your ass to T-M and compels you to sneak your way up to the rooftop. You’re not even sure just how you managed to sneak around everyone here at the garage but you did and you’re proud and imagine that Jax would praise you for doing a good job.

Your stupid schoolgirl heart needs to stop.

And it does the moment he shows up.

The smile on his face is big and bright and melts you more intensely than the scorching California sun itself. Sweet as heaven and hot as hell.

How did you know he would come straight up to this hideaway after he rang the bell? Somehow you could just tell.

You’d spent just one night a few weeks ago talking your little hearts out on this rooftop and already Jax feels like no other soul in Charming knows him so damn well.

It’s probably the dumbest thing he’s ever felt. It screws with him because it’s true. As dumb shit often tends to do.

With you he finds he doesn’t mind being a certain kind of stupid. Now you know he’s read a book; he’s not as stupid as he looks. Except for when his heart is fucking shook. Then he’s the token tall blonde idiot. And you’re in love with it, a little bit.

He bites his lip, hands on his hips. The sweat off of his gold brows fucking sparkles as it drips. “Hey, SAMCRO put me up to it.”

You smile and shake your head, acting as if you’re disappointed. “What kind of anarchist says someone made me do it?”

Jax shrugs and laughs, a sound so beautiful it cuts your soul in half. “Part of my initiation. Fuck up my own graduation.”

“So the fire alarm was their idea, not yours?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he flashes you a wink so you know not to trust his words. “Just classic SAMCRO hazing. Damn, you look amazing.”

In this oversized black bedsheet soaked in sweat from all those sun-baked hours you had sat? Fat chance of that. You can’t believe he honestly has it that bad.

Dismiss his praises and remind him what he’d said. “I’m in a flat square hat that represents an institution, Jax.”

“I take that back,” he sheepishly retracts. Blue eyes soft as they stare you down. “It represents your way out of this town. Your big bright future starts as soon as you take off this stupid gown.”

“You wanna know a little secret?” you coax, as you slowly approach, so hungry for him you could choke. Beneath your gown your core’s already soaked. “Promise you’ll keep it?”

Heart beating so fast and high up in your throat that if he kissed you now he’d probably fucking reach it.

Finish your sentence. Utterly on fire in the sun and in each other’s presence. Before you’d hopped up to this rooftop you had taken off your clothes under this gown and he can feel the truth before you even speak it. “…I’m not wearing anything beneath it.”

Those words really really fuck with Mr. Teller. He remembers what you’d said about him getting in your pants: never. Of course he still remembers. “Fuck, Y/N…” he wants you more than he can stand. “You saying you’re not wearing any pants? So then I’ve got a chance?”

You look up at the prince of Charming rendered desperate now for any chance you’re giving him. As if he doesn’t know that you’re so crazy deep in love with him. He’s pure and powerful and perfect and so much more than this town could ever possibly deserve or understand. You’d sell your whole damn soul to kiss him. “What was that euphemism—‘dance’…?”

“Meaning slow fuck? Last time I tried I had no luck.” The cutest little pout, filled with the slightest shade of doubt, tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Said never ever.”

“Fuck it, Teller,” you mutter as you shove him up against the wall behind him now and finally give in to all your thirsts. “Don’t make me choke on my own words. I’d rather choke on this big dick until it hurts.”

Maybe it should’ve started with a kiss, but even so it would’ve ended up like this.

Next thing he knows you’re on your knees and then that silly hat falls promptly off your head as you rip through his fly and bury your face deep between his thighs.

Sweet holy fuck does he taste nice.

“Jesus Christ—” he explosively cries. “Ughhh, God, Y/N…”

It’s just supposed to be a blowjob but it feels as if he’s dying. He’d deny it but he’s on the verge of crying.

Sun beats down upon the roof and it’s by far the most aggressively adult day of your motherfucking youth.

He tastes like truth. Like all the truth you never knew but always wanted to. Like dawn steeped in the sweetest dew. Dawn of a day that never has to turn to dusk. The subtle hint of salt and musk. The kind of truth that you can trust.

He’s fucking huge and so delicious. You just want to swallow every goddamn inch down till your whole body combusts. The bright sky in his clear blue eyes blackens to night now as his pupils blow with lust. He’s gonna drop his load and you can’t wait to gulp it down your deep throat when he does.

You’re nowhere close to done with going down… when Jax swiftly spins you around, and props you up against the wall so he can fall onto his knees and disappear under your gown. He goes to town. He fucking drowns.

You’ve not yet kissed him on the mouth, but you can tell exactly how the kiss would be as he begins eating you out. That thing they say, about a man lost in the desert parched for days? As if your wetness is some sweet sacred oasis? Feels more like a man adrift in outer space, floating without a gasp of oxygen, all hope of life lost in him… till the air he needs to breathe arrives and now he sucks it in. That is how deep his fucking face is.

Not in a messy overeager way—no, Jax Teller is ridiculously good at eating pussy and his lips and tongue know how to fucking play. Even more so since you’re not just another lay. Not just another hoe. You’re something more he doesn’t even know. Wants nothing more than to explore it though. And goddamn does it show.

You taste like hope. Flowery soap. Dream that someday his back won’t be against the ropes. Dreams are a damn slippery slope. He thinks of losing you and he can’t fucking cope.

He pictures you with your bright future faraway. Realizes that he’d rather die than make you feel like you should stay. This not-so-charming little town is hell on earth in many ways.

But there’s a birthright that he’s not sure he can fight. He had decided not to let his heart stray down this path with you up on this rooftop that first night. It’s what he needed to decide.

But here you are today, and here he is face deep between your thighs, and holy fuck do you taste nice.

You come undone into that fucking perfect mouth, and from the taste of you his own pleasure bursts out. Painted in white across his thighs and some of it sprays on the surface of the rooftop where he came. He’s not even a little bit ashamed. Because it happened here with you he’s fucking proud.

You’re both moaning so fucking loud. Your love is locked in deep without a fucking doubt.

Everything is a hot wet haze. You haven’t even really kissed let alone fucked yet still already feel like you belong to him in literally every way.

You both collapse into the rooftop, kutte and gown a bed of black spread out beneath you as his sex-soaked mouth at last collides with yours and kisses you like it’s his job. A job he loves. Not the compulsion of the club. A future life somewhere far off. One not so fatally fucked up.

You’re the one lost adrift in space when he pulls back, living and breathing just for Jax. You never want the kiss to stop.

Can’t help but wonder if he’s finally gonna fuck your fucking brains out but instead he takes a moment just to deepen the embrace, cradle your face, and look at you with so much more than teenage lust in his blue gaze.

You mirror everything in yours. Dazed and amazed. This is the crazy kind of love that opens doors. Alters life’s course. The kind of love that fucks shit up in all the best and worst of ways.

He doesn’t know just when you’re leaving for the rest of your whole life so faraway. Won’t dare to say he wants to follow you, when he’s not even sure if you would want him to. Maybe to you he’s just the last note of a chapter that you cannot wait to close and you’ll look back on all this with a bitter taste.

He doesn’t want to think about the fucking future when he has you here today, but he thinks just a bit ahead and can’t hold back the silly little thing he says.

“Your nineteenth birthday’s coming up in a few days.”

You blink in genuine surprise, beaming at him with wide adoring eyes. “Jax Teller knows my birthday?”

“Yeah. You know, in a completely non-creepy non-stalker kind of way.” He blushes sweetly. His confession of the crush he’s had on you slips off his tongue and fucking glistens. You’re in heaven as you listen. “Your fine ass moved to Charming years ago, Y/N. I’ve had it bad for you since then.”

You didn’t think he knew your fucking name. You’d tell him that you’d always felt the same, but figure Jax has always known just how you felt. Struts around town like he was put on earth to make everyone’s heart flutter and melt. “Hell if I’d ever guess. You do know that you fucked around with literally everybody else?”

“Since when do high school boys deal with emotions well? We’re dumb as hell.”

“That’s true. You’ve never even read a book, have you?” you tease, reaching to give his cute pink cheeks a playful squeeze. “Although… you’ve graduated now, so…”

“None of us actually walked the walk, you know.”

“Yeah, how could I forget. You made damn sure of that.” You look around for your black hat, the institutional symbol so square and flat. Grab it from where it has fallen nearby and place it on his head. He cringes in resistance, flings it off into the distance. Pulls you near. You giggle at him being so adorable it brings you close to tears. “It’s almost like you want us all to stay stuck in the rut of senior year.”

“I kind of do,” he murmurs as his big strong tattooed arms tighten around you. “You know, if that’s what keeps you here.”

You’re even closer now to tears.

He shakes his head, struggling to get his vision for the future back on track. “Forget I said that. I would never hold you back.”

You get exactly how he feels. Want him to know that everything you feel for him is true and real. “I won’t forget. Whatever happens next—I won’t forget a thing about you, Jax.”

These are of course the kinds of words that lead to hot passionate sex.

You love each other and you tell each other so.

Lost in today though, still he can’t stop choking up and thinking of tomorrow.

You’re the writer, you know. You decide where the rest of your life goes.

The life he was born into or the love he chose. The promise of some kind of future with you or the pull of Sam Crow.

It’s too early to know, but the deep Redwood roots binding him to the kingdom of Teller-Morrow… these roots are no longer the only path Jax can follow. The seed of something more was yours to sow. And now your heart will hold him close, letting it grow.

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All Over Again(Levi x Reader)

After regaining his memories, Levi is in high school searching for Y/n, his past Queen in which he served under. But after he does, she doesn’t remember him nor her past. Can Levi make her remember or will he make her fall in love with him again?

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 3.4𝗄

Reincarnation was the norm in the new world. After many lives lost, they were found a lifetime later. Many got lucky in the sense of finding their other half from their previous life. Either it’s by accident or glimpses of their face in dreams that drove a person to find them. Although, not everyone remembers their past lives. And, boy, does it suck for their friends who do.

In Levi’s case, it was his previous queen who didn’t remember him. Who also happens to be his lover.

His dreams were filled with her ever since he can remember. Her beautiful h/c hair flowing in the wind while they rode on their horses, her sparkling eyes when she spoke of her new book. Her plump rosy lips that made him want to kiss her forever. What he gathered from his memories, he was some kind of knight that was under an oath to protect the L/n family who was the royal family at that time. Levi also found out that he had fallen hopelessly in love with the princess. Y/n L/n. Well, at the time she was a princess when he fell for her. Levi was a mere soldier when he was picked to be one of the royal guards sent to protect Sina’s flower.

“Hey! Levi! You’re daydreaming again!” Hange yells out while tapping his shoulder. “Huh? Oh. Sorry.” Levi snaps back to reality. He was in class. English to be precise. He hated English. But he remembered Y/n telling him that she was very fond of writing and reading so he tried for her. “Thinking of her again?” Hange asks with a broad smile on her face. Hange was also part of that era with them. As a matter of fact, she was the closest friend apart from Levi since Hange helped in the castle’s science field. “Shut up, Shitty Glasses.” Levi groans and wipes his face. “I have a new memory of her.” Hange tells him and he looks back up at her. “What was it?” “Well, we were in the lab and I spilled some kind of solute on her and it burned her left hand by a mistake. Even though she was hurting she laughed which in turn made me laugh. You even slapped my head. Ouch.” Hange tells Levi and chuckles. “But that was also the moment that she kissed you.” Levi’s eyes widened and a faint blush formed on his cheeks. “Yeah. I remember spying on the two of you and she kissed your cheek while you dressed her wound. It was cute.” Hange continues and smiles.

As Levi was about to say something, their school bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. They packed their bags and walked out together. “How am I gonna find her, Hange?” Levi asks and Hange sighs. “I don’t know, Levi. It was by pure luck we found each other. Maybe in time she’ll turn up.” She pats his back as they walk home. Yeah. In time.

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The following day, Levi was in his home room class with Hange when their teacher came. “Alright, kids. Today I bring some good news! We have a new student joining us today!” He exclaims making Levi groan at his loudness. Pixis was always so damn enthusiastic about everything and it was a pain in the ass sometimes. As this man spoke, Levi thought of Y/n. He was willing to walk out this damn school and the life he had here just to find her. She had his heart for so long and all he wanted to do was hold her on his arms again.

“Ok, kiddo. You can come in now.” Pixis says and the door opens. Levi had his head on his table, trying to catch a few winks before 1st period but that was disturbed when Hange shoved him awake. “Jesus, shitty glasses. The fuck you want?” He questions her and Hange had her mouth agape and her eyes wide. So wide, her eyes were for sure going to pop out of her skull in a few moments. “Oi, Hange. What’s wrong?” All she does is point to the front of the class and he turns his head to look at what his friend pointed at. That was where he almost started crying.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Y/n L/n. I’m glad to be part of your class!” Y/n says and smiles a bright smile. Levi almost fainted from what he was seeing and hearing. She was here. This wasn’t a dream nor a memory. She was right in front of him, smiling a smile he hadn’t seen in forever. “Y/n, there’s a seat right there by the window. Go on.” Pixis tells her and she walks to the table and sits herself on the seat. She sat in the third seat from the front in the row next to Levi’s. But he sat right in the back with Hange so they couldn’t speak to her. Hange and Levi shared a look before the bell rang. As everyone started to leave, Levi and Hange walked up to her. Levi’s heart was beating a million miles per hour. This was it. He was finally going to hear her voice after so long and he will have her again. “Uhm, Y/n?” Hange called to her and Y/n turned around and smiled. “Hello.” She says. Hange looked at Levi and Levi looked at Y/n. “Hi, Y/n.” He says and she smiles. “Hello.” She says again and Hange launches herself onto her making Y/n almost fall over. “Oh, Y/n! I’m so happy that we found you! You have no idea how long we waited for you! I’ve missed you so much!” Hange cries out and all Y/n does is pay her back. Hange could feel her resistance and pulls away to look at Y/n’s confused face. “Y/n?” “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?” She asks and Levi’s heart just drops. Hange looks at her then Levi. “What?” Hange asks Levi and he doesn’t say a word. “I’m gonna be late to my first class. Goodbye.” Y/n says pulling away from the awkward scene and walks out the class, leaving Levi and Hange with a broken heart.

“What the fuck, Levi?!” Hange yells out while they sit in the cafeteria. Levi’s eyes were trained on Y/n while she spoke with some people. Y/n stopped and looked at him. He blinked and continued to look at her. She blushed and looked away. He smirks knowing that even if she doesn’t remember them, he still could do that to her. “Guys!” A friendly voice calls out to them. Turning around they see Armin walking up to them with a book. “Armin! Hi.” Hange says and Levi greets him with a “hey.” Armin sits next to them and places the book in front of them. “So, I read up on your little situation with Y/n and I might have a solution.” Armin says and Levi looks at him sharply. “Explain.” Levi says and Armin opens the book. It’s old, with a brown cover that was filled with little designs. “I found this book in the library. It was written by someone who was always reincarnated and in this page,” he points to the book, “it explains what he experienced when his friends couldn’t remember him.” Levi grabs the book and starts reading it.

..and man was I bummed. The four closest people to me couldn’t remember each other and me. Funny how I did but they didn’t. I kept on trying, for almost two months, to speak to them. To tell them about the adventures we had in our lives. But none of them budged. I was getting really impatient. Not only did I feel alone, two of them were destined to be together and they never even looked at each other. So I stayed up for countless nights, trying to find a way to jolt their memories. Something must’ve happened that was a constant in our lives. I’m sure previous life me is laughing at my face now. Anyway, I wrote everything down from what I could remember. Four lives. I wrote everything for four lives worth. And there was a thing that was a bit constant.

In my first life, we were in the times of mythical creatures. Maria and I were playing with a small dragon and it burned her arm. All of us laughed and helped her treat it. In my second life, we were in medieval times and a horse bit her hand. In my third, we were in a forest and Maria didn’t know the three of us. But when my cat scratched her, she gasped and fell down. Then she leaped into my arms telling me about our lives. In my fourth, I was a soldier and Maria had been shot. The five of us smiled at each other and then we died.

After coming up with the conclusion that Maria had to be injured in some way for her to remember, I set a plan. Since I wasn’t the cause of any of her injuries, it was something that did it. A creature or animal. The next day, I went to Maria and told her to meet me behind our school yard. She was hesitant, of course. But she showed up anyway. I told the others and they all showed up. Mostly because I used their interests to lure them there. When they showed, I had a dog. Tim was my big Saint Bernard who could never harm anyone unless I said so. When I pointed to Maria, he ran up to her and pushed her on the ground. His claws mistakenly scratched her and I quickly pulled him away. No one did anything. They all just stared at each other. Maria looked at her arm and then up at me. Tears filled her eyes and she leaped into my arms. She whispered to me that she remembers. I smiled and hugged her back while the others joined in. When we pulled away, the two that were destined to be together kissed. We were back together and that’s all I wanted.

Levi sighed and handed the book back to Armin. “So, we need to find a constant. Something that happened before that will jolt her memory.” Levi says and Armin nods. “Yup. Is there anything that might work?” He asks. “There is one. But here’s the thing: we only remember our one past life. For what we know, this is our first time being like this. So how can we be sure it will work? What if we fuck it up?” Hange asks with a worry. “Then we start fresh.” Levi answers while still looking at Y/n. “Ok. Well, let’s meet up at the cafe later and we can talk about it.” Hange proposes and Levi hums in agreement. “Oh! Armin! How is Annie?” Hange asks and Armin blushes. “She’s good. Her school is far away so we hardly see each other. But we Skype and stuff so I guess we’re okay.” He replies. “Your past life is so cool, dude. Being a merchant and falling for a soldier. You must tell me more one day,” Hange excitedly says and Armin smiles. “Of course.” Those two ramble on while Levi thinks of how he could win his queen’s memories back.

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At the cafe, Levi and Hange talk over coffee and tea. They were brainstorming and Hange speaks. “Levi, maybe we should try that burning thing on her.” “I hate having to hurt her. Isn’t there something else?” Levi asks while sipping his tea. “The thing is, I can’t remember anything else that might work.” Hange explains and he sighs. They continued to speak when Levi heard the cafe bell ring. Out of curiosity, he looks at who entered and he quickly slapped Hange to look. “Ow, Levi! Not so hard. Oh.” She stops and looks at Y/n. She was with some girl and it looked like she didn’t know they were here either. Hange groans and looks back at Levi. “I miss her. That should be me dragging her everywhere,” she says. Y/n and her friend order drinks and it looks like they weren’t staying. Since their drinks were in take-away cups. A man stood behind the pair and Levi narrowed his eyes. The man leaned down in between the girls, making them startle. “Hey ladies.” Levi heard the man speak but the rest was soft. Levi saw the man’s hand making its way to Y/n’s back. “Uhm, I’ll appreciate it if you kept your hands off of me and my friend, sir.” Y/n says and Levi smirks. Yup, definitely his Queen. “Oh, come on doll. I know you like having a man holding you.” He replies and his hand was going to grab her ass when Levi stepped in and grabbed his wrist. “What the..?” “You heard her. Keep your hands off of them,” he says sternly and Y/n looks at him. Suddenly, Y/n flinches and holds her head.

“This prince doesn’t seem to understand that I do not want to marry him,” Y/n whispers to herself while the prince continued to babble on and on about how rich his father was and how good they would be together. “So, princess,” he leans towards her, “what do you say we go up to your massive chambers and have some fun?” He moves his hand to grab her waist when another arm grabs his. “Levi!” Y/n says and Levi twists the prince’s arm. “Keep your hands off of her,” he says and throws the prince on the floor. He looks at Y/n and cups her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” Y/n snaps out of her memory and looks around her. What was that? She looks at Levi who was eyeing her carefully. “Did he hurt you?” He asks and she shakes her head. “I..I need to go.” She goes past Levi and walks out. “Thanks Levi. I owe you one,” the girl says and walks out with the drinks to Y/n. “Hey.” Levi turns to the barista. “Levi, right? Thank you. For saving them. You’re welcome here anytime for free.” He says and Levi nods. He goes to sit back down with Hange and looks at her. “What?” He questions her smug face. “She remembered something,” she replies and Levi scoffs. “Sure.” “Really, Levi! She did. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have held her head or would’ve thanked you! We’re getting close.”

~~~~

“Oh my god. What was that?” Y/n whispers to herself as she gets ready for bed. She remembers her faint dreams that she had. All of them were of this boy. He looked just like Levi. Now that she saw him in real life, her heart fluttered all the time and the sense of pure love radiates from him. She knows the whole story about reincarnation. Her friend told her of her past life and how she and her girlfriend were there together. “Why can’t I remember?” She holds her head and groans. “He means something to me! I know he does! Shit.” She says and falls into her bed. Maybe her dreams will give her some answers.

Back at the palace, Y/n was reading her book while Levi stood guard by her door. Looking up from the book, she catches Levi looking at her but he quickly looks ahead when she does. Closing her book, she sets it on the table and walks up to him. “Levi.” She calls his name. “Yes, your majesty?” He responds. She wraps her arms around his neck forcing him to look at her. “You know you don’t have to be so stern when you're with me alone, right?” She asks and he looks down at her. “I hated those men looking at you today,” he suddenly says and she gasps. “Was my knight, perhaps jealous of said men?” She slyly asks while he scoffs but doesn’t answer. “Is that a yes?! Oh I knew it!” She giggles and he looks at her. Y/n calms down and cups his cheek. “Your Queen orders you to give her a kiss.” She says. “I don’t need to be ordered to do that,” he responds and places his lips on hers for a soft, loving kiss.

Levi wakes up after his dream. “Another memory. Fuck,” he sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. “Y/n. Remember me. Please.”

“Y/N! RUN! GO AWAY FROM HERE!” “NOT WITHOUT YOU, IDIOT!” “FOR GOD’S SAKE Y/N LISTEN TO ME!” Levi yells back at her. He swings his sword back and forth fighting the enemy while guarding his Queen. He turns to look at her and sees an arrow flying towards her. He runs in front of her with the intention to block it from piercing through her. Instead it pierced him. He saw her eyes widen and looked down at the arrow. “L-Levi,” she whispers to him as her tears fall. He couldn’t hold on for much longer. So he quickly kisses her and he leans on her. “I love you, Y/n.”

“LEVI! NO!” Y/n yells out, springing up from her bed. She pants and tries to catch her breath. She feels her cheeks which were now soaked with tears. Her hands were shaking. It felt so real. “Levi. Queen. It all makes sense now.” She whispers to herself and wakes up to go to her bathroom to wash her face. As the water hit her face, another memory ran through her mind. His funeral. It was pouring down and Y/n looked up to feel the rain hit her face. “I love you, Levi.” Y/n looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. “Finally.”

~~~~

Levi and Hange walk to their class while Hange goes over their plan. “Ok. So, I’m gonna take Y/n to our science lab, okay? You will be outside watching like how you did back then. I’m gonna show her some cool experiments and I’m gonna accidentally hurt her. When she yells out or like cusses at me or something, you come in and ask me what happened. You will take her hand and look at it while she looks at you. Then, you take her to the nurses office and help her wound and get all lovey dovey. Then you look at her, staring into her eyes oh so lovingly and then you will lean in and she will then you both will..-“ “ALRIGHT, HANGE! I get the idea!” Levi puts a hand over her mouth to shut her up and she chuckles. She looks ahead and sees the person they were just speaking about. Hange points to her and Levi looks. There Y/n stood. With an apple and caramel muffins.

Levi and Hange stop dead in their tracks and look at her. Y/n smiles and walks up to them. “Hange.” She says and Hange smiles. “I remember you telling me once that you loved the caramel muffins I got for you. So here,” she hands her the container. Hange eyes sparkle and take the box. She looks at Y/n and brings her in a bear hug. “Oh Y/n! Y/n! I’m so happy you remember me! I’m so happy!” Hange yells out and Y/n laughs at her long lost friend. Setting her down, Hange looks at Levi who had his own smile on his face. “I’ll leave you two be, your majesty.” Hange says softly and Y/n giggles at the name. Levi looks at Y/n with adoration in his eyes and Y/n smiles while holding out the apple. “And my knight told me that his favorite fruit was an apple.” Y/n says as some happy tears fall down her bright face. Levi moves to her and wipes her tears away. “You remember me?” Levi asks and she nods. “I remember. I remember us. Levi, last night I, I saw how you died. You died protecting me. You saved me, Levi. You saved me, baby,” she whispers and holds his face. “Yeah. I told you. I’ll always protect you.” Levi replies with tears falling down his face and Y/n crashes her lips with his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and twirled her around. He settled her back down but kept her in his arms.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers into her lips. “And I’ve missed you.” She says and hugs him. He pulls away and looks at her. “Just know, that I’ll do it all over again for you.”

[moonlit-han]

love letters ↠ han jisung

genre: high school au, coffeeshop au, fluff, romance, humor pairing: han jisung x femme reader word count: 2.6k warnings: mild swearing request: yes a/n: hi anon who requested this! i couldn’t resist making this a coffeeshop au, too, heheheh~ enjoy!

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Oh….

Your locker looked slightly different today.

It was festooned with ribbons, little pictures of cats and, inexplicably, squirrels, star and heart stickers, and glitter. There was even a card dangling from the knob. You stood stock still in front of it, trying to process the tableau? creation? mess in front of you. There was only one person in the entire school you knew would try something like this. And, here he came down the hall, a wide grin on his face.

“Han Jisung, did you do this?” you demanded as he approached. Shouldn’t a senior have more dignity than this?

“Do you like it?” Jisung replied, leaning against the lockers beside yours.

“I’m not sure what I think, but I know that it’s now practically impossible for me to get to my locker.” You tried to push some of the decorations out of the way. “Why did you have to do this?”

“Did you at least read the card?” Jisung asked hopefully, pouting a little.

You cursed him for looking so cute when he pouted, then mentally shook yourself. “No, I didn’t. And it’s almost first bell, so if you could move? Please?”

Jisung’s face fell, but he moved away slightly. “Aw, come on, princess! Can’t you read the card while I’m still here?”

“Jisung, please leave me alone, will you? It’ll be hard enough getting through all this stuff as it is.”

Jisung laughed lightly, giving you a fond smile that was completely lost on you as you struggled with his decorations, then strolled away into the crowd of onlookers who, by now, were used to his outrageous displays of affection for you. “Remember to read the card, Y/N!” he called over his shoulder.

You let your head fall against your locker and got a face full of glitter for your trouble. Damn it, Jisung, you thought as you hurriedly tried to wipe the glitter from your forehead. Then, after a two minutes of wrestling with the Jisung’s additions to your locker door, you managed to retrieve the books you’d need for the day.

In your first class, a couple people gave you strange looks because of the remnants of glitter on you, but no one said anything about the locker decorations. It would only be a matter of time, though, you knew. At lunch when your best friends found you, they gently teased you about “lover boy.”

“How many times has he done something like that this year, Y/N?” Irene asked, smirking at you.

“This is the fourth,” you muttered, looking down at your food. “Two other letters, too.” You could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“He really is insistent, isn’t he,” Mei commented, shaking her head. “Aren’t you at least annoyed?”

You were silent for a moment as you chewed. “No, amazingly not annoyed. I guess I’m just indifferent?” you lied. In reality, you kind of liked how much Jisung tried to get your attention, but you were going to make him work for your affection. But not too much because that would be mean.

“Like hell you are,” Irene laughed, nudging you with her elbow. “You’re into him, aren’t you.”

“I’m not!” you insisted. “Really!”

Irene and Mei just gave you disbelieving looks, but continued eating their lunch all the same.

When you went back to your locker that afternoon, Irene and Mei in tow, the ribbons and such were gone, but the card… The card was slipped through the crack between the frame and door of the locker, and fell to the floor when you opened it. Receiving cards from Jisung was nothing new, and you didn’t mind much because he was never creepy about it. Sighing, you retrieved the card and opened it.

“What the hell?” Mei coughed, the scent you knew Jisung wore wafting up from the card-stock on which he’d penned his letter. “Did he really have to do that?”

You just shrugged and leaned against your open locker to read.

Y/N, oh beautiful Y/N!

How could I ever write anything as beautiful as you are?

Your eyes sparkle like the glint of sunlight off a puddle that has just a bit of oil in it—you know, so it’s like a rainbow? Your voice is as melodious as the song birds that wake me up in the morning. And your words… They’re like acupuncture needles: relieving of stress and pain but capable of just the same.

I wish to present my heart to you, to simply give it to you like a flower.  But alas, I cannot as that would be messy. I would give you my service were I a knight and you a lady, or put myself in your power like a human subjugate to a vampire. Because, all that I do is to win your heart, your wondrous, wondrous heart!

Dearest Y/N, I’m like a volcano of love for you—erupting with love and affection all over the place. I hope my words don’t leave a bad taste in your mouth, since I wouldn’t want your words to become anything short of honey.

Forever yours,

Han Jisung

You stood there for a moment, trying to keep a straight face as your friends burst out laughing and exclaimed at how cheesy Jisung was. They weren’t wrong. But— Jisung had really written all that to you, and beneath the slightly strained metaphors and verbosity, you could tell that his feelings were true. You playfully shoved Irene, who was now trying to wrest the card from your hands.

However overblown Jisung sounded or dramatic his displays were, you knew he was a good person. You couldn’t be mad at him, especially when he was just so damn cute. Quickly stuffing the letter into your backpack, you slung it over your shoulder and said goodbye to your friends. They called after you that they’d also erupt all over the place with love for you. You just rolled your eyes.

As you scuffed your boots through the small piles of snow that had drifted into the walkway and buried your face in your scarf, you could still faintly smell the perfume Jisung had added to the letter. It wasn’t that bad, after all, and the spiciness of it reminded you of the feeling when you’ve settled down with a good book under a thick blanket. You could definitely get used to it.

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Ah, February. As soon as the first day of the month arrived, you were wary of what Jisung might decide to do on any of the days surrounding Valentine’s Day. But, you barely saw Jisung. That in and of itself was odd, since you had two classes with him that semester, including Western Literature from 1750 to 1920; but it was odder still because he usually made a point of talking to you once every day, if not more. You’d never admit it to anyone besides your raccoon plushie, but you found yourself disappointed every time he didn’t talk to you or wave or flash one of his ridiculous smiles your way in the halls.

At the end of the first week, you received another letter, also slipped into your locker. This time, you waited until you got home to read it. The letter was far more staid, with none of the extravagance or hyperbole of the other one; no whiff of perfume graced the card-stock, either. Jisung was straightforward, expressing that he found you attractive and even apologizing for being so outrageous in his attempts to woo you. You read the last lines as you curled up in bed.

I hope the depth and sincerity of my feelings are plain to you and that you can at least accept them, if not return them. I would be blissfully happy if you did return my feelings, but I hold no expectations for you. Please know that I admire and adore you, Y/N, light of my heart.

Forever yours,

Han Jisung

As you read his words over and over and over again, unable to tear your eyes nor thoughts away, you realized that, yes, you did return his feelings. You hadn’t quite internalized that, but reading his sentiments had certainly put things in perspective for you. If you didn’t give him some indications of your mutual feelings soon, you could quite possibly lose Jisung altogether.

I admire and adore you…..

On February 13th, you decided to treat yourself to a nice tea and a snack at a local coffeeshop. You knew it would be fairly busy, but didn’t mind; sometimes, the bustle of people was a welcome change from your usual, studious existence.

The smell of baked goods, coffee, and cardboard met your nose as you opened the door, letting a blast of warm air out onto the street. Carefully, you made your way into the line that snaked through the small shop, and tried not to eavesdrop on the conversations around you. That plan, however, did not work well. You enjoyed taking in all the sounds around you far too much to ignore something as integral as conversations. Person by person, the line moved forward until you were one away from the counter.

And, of course, your phone buzzed just at that moment with a text from Mei. You quickly responded, but didn’t notice that the person ahead of you had been helped.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up to see none other than Han Jisung standing behind the counter, looking just as shocked as you felt.

“Oh! H-hi, Jisung,” you stammered and shoved your phone back into your pocket, embarrassed.

“What would you like today?” Jisung asked politely. You could tell he was trying to remain on his best behavior, as he was at work.

“Could I have a scone and an Earl Grey tea, please? With just a little cream. Thank you!” you chirped, glad that your nervousness over ordering food hadn’t taken hold of you today.

“Sure, thing,” Jisung smiled. “Just pay and one of us will come find you with your order.” Then, because he clearly couldn’t help himself, he winked at you.

You shook your head, your mouth quirking up at the corner a little, and moved over to pay for your food. Since the cafe was more than a little crowded, you chose one of the few seats open by the window. There, at least, you could look out onto the snow-dusted shops and people watch if, and when, you became bored with your homework.

Shortly thereafter, you felt a presence next to you and found Jisung poised to place a steaming mug of tea and your scone on the high table in front of you.

“Here you are,” Jisung said, voice warm and kind as he set the food in front of you. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N. Enjoy!”

Before you could say anything else, Jisung had turned and slipped away through the maze of occupied tables and chairs. Thoughtfully, you took a minute sip of your tea and sighed. It was delicious as always, and the scone was just as good, too.

An hour later, the cafe had nearly emptied but you were still there, nursing your tea. Perched at the table in the window, you could simply soak up the last of the afternoon sun as you worked on drafting an essay for your Literature class. It was the perfect arrangement—the cafe owner didn’t mind if you stayed there for a long time, and you had a place in which you could peacefully work while remaining energized.

Beside you sat the plate with your half-eaten scone on it, and the mug of tea. Absentmindedly, you reached for the mug and brought it to your lips to take a sip. You frowned when no tea met your lips. Before you could so much as move, Jisung was beside you.

“Hey, I noticed you were close to finishing your tea, so I made you another,” he said as he exchanged one mug for another. “It’s on me.” You stared at him, and he shifted self-consciously. “And, um, make sure to check under the mug, okay?”

“I— Thanks, Jisung,” you said, surprised at how gentle your own voice was. “I will.”

Jisung smiled at you before returning to the counter where a new customer had just arrived. You looked after him, amazed that he’d noticed you were coming down to the dregs of your tea. Lifting up the mug, you saw a small, folded piece of paper stuck to its bottom—it looked like receipt paper. Knowing what you’d find when you unfolded it, you carefully detached the paper—the letter—from the mug and read:

Dear Y/N,

I don’t want to keep acting like a gaudy peacock around you. I’m sorry. I know it must make me seem a bit…insensitive or outrageous or something like that. Someone I don’t want you to think I am, I guess.

You are incredible, intelligent, beautiful, kind, and caring. In short, the loveliest person I’ve ever had the honor to meet or know.

I hope… Well, you know. You must know.

All that is to say: I love you.

- Jisung

You reread the letter once more, feeling tears prick the back of your eyes as what felt like all the tenderness in the world welled inside you. Turning round in your chair, you looked to the counter where you saw Jisung nervously looking at you. The vulnerability in his eyes, the hope, the worry, the passion, everything made your breath catch. In something like a trance, you slid from your chair, still clutching the note, and made your way to the end of the counter where Jisung stood.

Taking a deep breath, you said to the shift manager—if their badge was anything to go by—“Could I speak with Jisung outside for a moment? It’s a matter of the heart. I hope you understand,” then grabbed Jisung’s hand as the shift manager nodded. Jisung did not protest as you pulled him outside with you, the cold air hitting you both like a hammer.

You didn’t let go of Jisung’s hand as you turned to face him, looking up into his deep brown eyes that were so dark that they seemed to lead to another world. You knew now that you’d gladly travel to that other world. Jisung’s lips parted slightly as he prepared to speak.

“Jisung,” you breathed before he could begin, “your letter… All of your letters, really… They’re everything to me. This one,” you held up the small piece of paper in your hand, “in particular, is perfect. And, I do know.”

Jisung didn’t wait for you to say anything else. He drew you toward him, one hand coming up to gently brush over your cheek as the other held your waist. Then slowly, so slowly, leaned down to brush his lips against yours. He was hesitant, as if he expected you to turn and run, but when you didn’t let him pull away as you locked your lips with his, Jisung knew that all his fears were unfounded. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Jisung cupped your face, kissing him back like you wanted to memorize the feel and taste of him. Again, you were overwhelmed by the feelings you felt and clutched Jisung tighter, making him smile against you lips.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear as he hugged you to his chest. “You really are the light of my life.”

[stargaze-issei]

ᴅᴀʏ 3; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏ

-> kageyama tobio

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; kageyama finds comfort through middle school in his teammate's little sister, kunimi y/n. (ficlet/scenario)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; mentions of bullying.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.6k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

since you were little, akira was always there. mom and dad had jobs, which meant they were away from dusk till dawn. your brother walked you to school, picked you up, made dinner every day until you were big enough to help him. he hated doing those stuff, if he could've been lazy, he would've, but his responsibility to you was bigger. as you grew up, the one year difference started to become less and less noticable, then it wasn't him getting up earlier to make breakfast, it was you waking him up or he'd be late for school. you started to realize that your brother wasn't the knight in shining armor you thought he was, he was a normal school boy, not that it was a bad thing, but to wake up from your childish world was certainly a bummer. when akira got into middle school, he chose the one closer to your elementary school. to your surprise, a certain club activity had caught his eye, which lead to you waiting on the bleachers most days, refusing to go home alone. you liked spending time with him.

soon, you started taking part in their trainings, picking up balls, delivering water, learning everything from watching. the coach had took you in as an apprentice, much to akira's surprise. once you got to middle school, you were officially the team's manager. all akira's friends, if you could call them that, were your friends too. except for one. the wonder setter, kageyama tobio, avoided conversation with you at all costs, even if you wanted to give him some advice on their plays, or hand him a towel after practice. your brother didn't bothered with those small things, but it was exasperating to you.

"do you know if kageyama-kun has problems at home?" kindaichi had accompanied the kunimi siblings on their way home, with the excuse of having a project to do with akira. you, right between of them, gained weird looks from both.

"i don't think so" aswered kindaichi, kunimi couldn't care less about his troubles at home, instead, he caught on a detail.

"since when he's kageyama-kun?"

"he has always been kageyama-kun"

"no, only coach calls him that" to your silence, he scrunched his nose in a a disgusted mock "maybe that's why he doesn't like you"

"he doesn't like me!?" the two boys laughed at your reaction, there were few people allowed to hear akira's laugh, both you and kindaichi were glad to be one of them.

that conversation stuck in your brain through the day, and the one after, even at practice. you never gave it much thought to it, but now you realized how everyone showed kageyama a funny amount of respect, your classmates on the very edge of calling him '-sama'. if that is what he's used to, no wonder he didn't like you. your mind had gone through a complete rollercoaster, triggered by coach asking you to deliver a few papers to your upperclassman. when you finally divised him, sitting alone in his homeroom, you gulped nervously.

"um, hey, uh, coach asked me to give you this, so, there it is... kageyama-san" be aware, kageyama instantly knew something was bothering you. despite his dark aura, you always treated him like an equal, not being affraid of talking to him or call him less formal honorifics. he liked that, a lot. you, in your own way, made him feel normal.

as you handed him the papers with new game strategies, your eyes met his. your whole body paralyzed, being unable to let go of the pieces both of you were grabbing.

"don't call me that" his mouth spoke by itself, followed by a subtle blush on his cheeks.

"what?" now you were flustered, and your unconscious aggressive response made kageyama feel more nervous than he already was.

"well, y-you used to call me, uh, kageyama-kun, and n–"

"oh! i thought– nevermind, it's not important, kageyama-kun".

tobio had to pinch his arm to erase the smile on his face the rest of the day.

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the team had grown apart, everyone could see that. more than once you argued with the coach, who stated that as long as they won, nothing else mattered. you disagreed. akira usually spoke with kindaichi about how tired they were of keeping up with "the king in the court", how they called kageyama, sicked by his selfish way of playing. they weren't wrong, kageyama lived up to his reputation, but nobody tried to help him either.

"he's fourteen! he needs help and you should give it to him! stop being a lousy coach and do something! you were there for oikawa senpai, be there for kageyama!" the coach was fond of you, but he was done with your constant yelling and reprimanding.

"if you don't like how i do things, you're welcome to leave" and you did. you left the team you loved as a family, shoving the feeling of impotence down your throat.

that was nothing compared to your fight with your brother hours after coach gave them the news, one of the few times he actually worried and got involved in your doings.

"the only way for you to go to aoba jōsai is through a scholarship! a scholarship which coach decides who recommend or not!" your house was filled with screams, an unusual situation in the kunimi household.

"i can't stand by when you're basically bullying kageyama and coach lets you!"

"stop being dumb and don't risk your future because of that jerk!"

"you're more of a jerk than he is, akira!"

it ended with you ignoring your brother for almost a week, and he doing the same. if there was one thing he was, besides lazy, was prideful. and you weren't behind in that topic.

kageyama, who had a habit of watching you through the day, could see that too. it was none of his business, he knew that, but you seemed so upset...

"hey, uh, kunimi-chan" he sat beside you during lunch break, he was aware that you had lunch in the yard and not in the cafeteria, looking for a quieter place.

"call me y/n, please" despite being angry at the world, you did your best to treat him nicely. he needed someone nice in his life.

"y/n" he muttered, more to himself than to you "i'm, i noticed that... you're upset, i wanted to make sure you are okay" he was so innocently sweet, you thought, you couldn't escape a smile.

"it's been a rough week" you answered, not wanting to say why you fought coach and akira.

"i know a thing or two about rough weeks" so it did bother him what his teammates were doing. a small feeling of relief went through your body, you weren't fighting a lost cause. both stayed silence for a few minutes, before you spoke.

"i'm sorry" he looked at you, confused "for akira and kindaichi". out of nowhere, he laughed, and your heart skipped a beat.

"you don't have to apologize for what your brother does, it's not your fault he's not good enough to keep up with me". there it was, the usual kageyama. despite of the sour flavor of hearing someone talk down on your idiot brother, you giggled, his honesty was quite entertaining.

"i meant... nothing, it's fine" that was the longest conversation kageyama had had with anyone outside of the court in a long time "i have to go" it was true, you were meeting a teacher for extra credit, he looked at you walking away, and blushed when you turned around catching him. "thanks for caring" and with that, you left.

he didn't know what it meant the marathon his heart was running, or his sweaty hands, or that smile glued on his face. he hoped it was something good.

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the third years were finally graduating, yūtarō couldn't shut up about it. akira was kind enough, a rare act on your brother, to let him talk all he wanted. last day of school, but kageyama was nowhere around, making hard your wish to congratulate him. looking through the hallways on every floor, you heard a conversation between two girls.

"what is the volleyball team going to do without their stars now?" one teased.

"don't be silly, after their last game, i doubt they can play together anymore" you knew they lost their last game, but akira said it was nothing. curiosity burning in your lungs, you had to ask the girls what they were talking about. "the spikers left the setter by himself, the wouldn't hit any ball, like, on purpose".

oh you were going to kill akira, he had gone to far. but most importantly, you had to find kageyama. thirty minutes later, you found him sitting in a stair just as the last bell rang. he was officially a high schooler now. to see him, sitting alone, hoping anybody would find him, broke your heart into tiny pieces.

"congratulations, kageyama senpai" you spoke taking a place by his side. he wasn't his usual self with you.

"you don't have to" he was sulking hard.

"but i want to" his eyes opened wide when your two arms wrapped his shoulders into a warm hug. no one outside his family ever hug him. he stayed there, enjoying the closeness while trying to avoid the fact that a girl, no, you were hugging him. "what highschool are you going?" kageyama's hope went too far up, hoping to see you at his new highschool someday.

"karasuno".

"i guess i'll see you there, then".

⌙𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

[dal3ks]

saving the day

pairing: peter parker x female reader 

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of periods, female anatomy, cramps, cursing 

"hey," your best friend's voice caught your attention, "how's today going?"

you glanced up to see peter parker, one of your best friends, beside you at your locker. he looked concerned, his brown eyes full of worry. his brown curls were a mess, but they looked good. in general, peter looked handsome today, donned in a pair of black jeans and a university of illinois hoodie.

"it could be better," you mumbled, shoving a book into the metal locker, "just happy that it's about to be last period."

"hey," he murmured, "ned informed me during fourth period that you started your um, cycle-, er, once a month thing, early. so i bought you some feel better stuff."

you widened your eyes as he pulled out a bag of dinamitas, some gushers, and a glass bottle of your favorite iced coffee from his book bag. you melted at the gesture. typically, you would be furious with ned for telling peter, but peter was being incredibly sweet with buying your favorite snacks.

"thank you," you beamed at him, noticing his cheeks were a rosy red, "i thought telling ned was a little bit too much information, but i think it worked out."

peter smiled slightly, "yeah! and if you aren't feeling well or anything, text me, okay? i can come over and help you feel better."

"just you?" now it was your turn to blush.

"mhmm," peter nodded, "may has the best heating pad in queens. if you want it, i can swing by tonight."

"okay," you beamed, accepting his offer, "i probably will. the best heating pad i have is some rice in a sock."

"just let me know," peter gave you one last smile before the bell rang. you two walked off in the direction of your classes, but you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.

******

tears spilled onto your cheeks, and a wave of pain rocked through you. it was about one in the morning, and your cramps were killing you. the midol you took right before you went to bed was not helping at all, as more and more pain grew from your abdomen. even though it was a week night, you wanted to text peter regardless.

you picked up your phone, texting peter.

hey i'm really sorry it's past one, and on a weeknight. but i can't sleep. these cramps are killing me, parker.

your phone buzzed immediately. you glanced at the screen, relieved to see it was a response from peter.

i'm on my way. don't worry, i'm bringing the heating pad.

relief washed over you, as you knew your pain would dull as soon as peter brought that heating pad. you awaited his arrival, straightening up your room in the process. the snacks he had bought you were unopened, besides the bag of dinamitas. hopefully peter wouldn't be too much longer, as he only lived about ten blocks away.

as you waited for your knight in shining armor to arrive, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. a few moments later, a sharp tapping at your window startled you. you figured it must have been peter, so you got up from your bed, walking over to the window.

instead, there was someone else at the window. you widened your eyes, as it was spider-man who was standing there. hesitantly, you opened the window, unsure of why the superhero was at your apartment.

"um," you cleared your throat, "hi?"

"i have something important for you," spider-man announced, "can i come in?"

"ummm," you stammered, "i'm not allowed to let strangers in. it's mom and pop's rule, sorry."

"(y/n)," he sounded exasperated, "can i just please come in?"

instinctively, you became guarded, "how do you know my name?"

spider-man groaned, "sweetheart, please stop being difficult. i brought you the heating pad."

"peter?" you choked, disbelief flooding your thoughts, "peter, is that you?"

he took off the red mask, revealing his identity. there was peter, your best friend, right in front of you, "yes, it's me. i'm also spider-man in my free time."

you stumbled over your words, "but how? and why? how come you never told me?"

"it just never came up?" he raised a brow, entering your window. he handed you a sock, full of rice, "here's the heating pad, too."

"peter," you narrowed your eyes, "really? this is kind of ridiculous."

"if you don't want it, i understand," he mumbled, "it's pretty pathetic, i know. i can just go."

"no," you felt your fingertips brush his arm, "please stay the night."

"you want me to?" blush spread like wildfire across his cheeks.

you nodded, "yes."

"you didn't have to ask me twice," his lips pressed against your forehead, "i don't have any other clothes with me though."

now it was your turn to blush. usually, peter was so reserved and innocent. this sudden confidence he was displaying was extremely attractive. you realized you had been staring at him for a good five seconds. you coughed, trying to relieve the brief awkwardness.

"you can just wear your boxers."

"that's how i normally sleep anyway," he shrugged. he pressed the dark spider in the middle of his suit, and it decompressed into a thin layer of fabric. he slipped out of his suit, placing it on your dresser.

"what side of the bed is your favorite?" he inquired.

"the right," you mumbled.

"hey," his eyes softened, "don't be shy, (y/n). it's okay."

you felt yourself melt once you heard the reassurance. peter let you get into bed first, and once you were all settled, he wrapped his arms around you. you felt his lips press against your neck, and you let out a sigh of bliss.

"you comfortable?" he murmured.

"yes," you nodded.

"i love you princess," his voice was barely a whisper.

you felt your eyes snap open. rolling over, you turned to face him. in the darkness he seemed vulnerable, his eyes glossy, his fluffy hair all over the place. his bottom lip was slightly swollen, which you assumed was from a run in with a criminal or bad guy.

"you what?" you whispered.

"i love you," he stated, adoration apparent in his gaze.

"peter," you exhaled, "i love you too."

his lips crashed against yours, kissing you hungrily. you reciprocated the kiss, feeling the world around you go still. peter's tongue grazed against your bottom lip, his hands sliding under your shirt, placing themselves on the small of your back. your fingers tugged on his hair, and his tongue slid into your mouth.

"i've waited a long time to say that," peter mumbled between kisses.

"how long?" you murmured.

"too long," he answered, giving you another kiss.

"peter," you let out a small moan as his lips grazed against your neck, covering it in sloppy kisses.

you could feel his breath against your neck, "what, princess?"

you felt yourself melt slightly, god everything this boy said made you melt, “it's really late, maybe we should try to go to sleep."

"i have all the time in the world," peter pouted, "just one more kiss?"

you gave in once again, allowing peter to kiss you more one time. this time around, his hand cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze. you were unsure of what gave peter this sudden rush of confidence. maybe it was the teenage hormones, or the fact that he's been with a girl before. nonetheless, you were enjoying it. maybe a little bit too much.

his fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, carefully gliding across the warm skin of your waistband, "you're so fucking beautiful, (y/n)."

your hand cupped his cheek, and he melted into your touch. his mocha colored eyes met yours, and there was nothing but adoration apparent in his gaze. wispy strands of his chestnut colored hair fell onto his forehead. his lips were swollen from all of the kissing, tinged red. you wanted nothing more to permanently engrave the moment into your memories.

"i wish tonight could last forever," you whispered.

"it can," peter murmured, his voice soft, "as along as i have you, i promise i am going to treat you like the princess you are. we'll have plenty more of nights like this. i promise, (y/n)."

"i love you," the words tumbled out of your mouth.

"and i love you," peter smiled slightly.

"will you keep me safe?" your voice was small.

"with every ounce of my being," he responded, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

giving him one more kiss, you rolled over, enjoying the moment in his arms. as you both drifted to sleep, you were in pure bliss.

it was surely a night to remember. one of the best nights of your life.

[jinnwenhe]

Number 51 with Bede and a male/enby reader? :O! I rarely find anyone who's willing to write for non female coded readers so im really glad I found your blog!

Used artwork credit here

A/N: i got the name of the prompt wrong but we dont speak of that— ANYWHO, im glad i could get the chance to write this for you then, anon! Yeah i rarely came across blogs that are gender neutral about their imagines too :/ hopefully you'll enjoy this though!

(7,915 Word Count!)

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Bede wasn't quite the type to show his concern over others, even when he got close to you and developed feelings for you. He's not used to express his emotions other than being cocky and looking down upon others. But this time, it was different.

You promised him that you'll help him out for the day at his gym, considering its the time where numerous of challengers comes barging in the stadium, asking for the badge that'll get them to the next gym leader. Bede didn't mind them, he never did. It was just that some of them were starting to get to his nerves; challengers bringing their toxitricity to the stadium and using sound based moves, blaring right in his ears— oh for Arceus's sake, let the battle end already, the poor boy's ears are becoming somewhat sensitive if they kept doing that repeatedly.

That being said, he waited and waited for you to come, but eventually, you never did. He pondered over what happened to that awfully irritating (yet lovable) rival of his as he walked out of his gym, telling his assistants to close it for the day and inform the challengers to screw off. He got better things to do than to listen to those damned pokemon singing and spatting poison out of their mouth, hurting his little fairy friends.

"Oh whats with you today" The white haired boy murmured under his breath, looking at his rotom phone and deciding to call you. Sure he has thought of the many possibilities of you being busy due to your new Champion of Galar title, but never even once you bailed him like this— or so he thought.

A heavy string of huffing was heard on the other side of the phone, which makes Bede rise his eyebrow and question about what in Galar are you doing at the moment. His mouth stayed shut while waiting for you to ramble out your explanation, well, an explanation he deserves to know.

Why you ask? Because beneath that smug exterior of his, he's deeply concerned when it comes to you. Tell him a fake information that you've been defeated by some random kid and he'll immediately abandon his gym, looking all pissed and irritated as he stomp his way out of the place. Oh what he wouldn't do just to see your smile.

Though, would he admit that? No, even in the name of Arceus, he wont.

Then, finally you answered with voice indicating that you're slightly tired, "Oh, uh, B-Bede!!" You exclaimed, trying to sound as alright as you could. He could hear you dusting your clothes as you speak, Cinderace in the background chirping with other pokemon playing around the area. Oh boy, you have a lot of explaining to do.

The white haired boy tapped his foot against the ground , waiting for you to finish your sentence. He also asked his Galarian Rapidash to track your scent down, and lead him to you, in the most quickest way possible. You're probably having trouble with your pokemon again, or getting surrounded by your fans, one of the two.

Still, its most likely you're experiencing the first scenario, looking at how you're more active in the wild area rather than in cities. "Enough said, im going where you are right now," Bede said in a stern tone, making your eyes widen a tad bit. You didn't even get the chance to explain to him! You only greeted him and yet he's going to visit where you are right now? Holy Suicune, you're a mess.

"Stay there, dont move"

A sigh slipped past your lips as Bede hung up. Better get going and make yourself somewhat decent then. You were chasing a Galarian Zapdos, one of the legendary bird trio and it didn't go well. The lightning avian clearly lived up to its name by having a lightning speed under it's wings, which made you tumble down your bike a few times while trying to get close to the said legendary pokemon.

It's worth it though, now Zapdos is right infront of you with a soothe bell tied loosely around it's neck, lowering it's head down waiting for you to give it affection. Its cute really, and you wondered if Bede will like this newly captured pokemon of yours. On the other hand, he might not like the scratches you got from falling off your bike, and tripping over baby pokemons— no worries, no pokemon were harmed during this process of capturing Zapdos.

Of course it hurts when you tried to patch your wounds up, some of it were caused by the legendary electric bird itself as you were trying your best not to harm the said pokemon in the process of capturing it. Zapdos did express concern over you when it saw you slightly in a pinch trying to capture it though, and it tried to make you feel better by occassional nuzzling against you, sparking electricity in your hair.

Its never a dull moment in the wild area, Really.

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Half an hour passed and your said knight in shining armo— i mean Bede- Bede finally arrived with his Galarian Rapidash.

His eyes widened the moment he saw you visibly being a mess, not minding about the legendary pokemon thats taking a seat beside you as an act of cheering you up. He looks irritated, annoyed and slightly pissed when he saw you not taking care of yourself properly— you never did, you're careless, the wounds will heal anyways and your pokemon will help it heal, thats why you didn't mind it much.

The fairy type gym leader immediately makes his way to you as his Rapidash follows close behind him, incase he needed assistance.

"You...What happened?"

Bede lifted your left arm up as you faced him while he was examining your wounds. You stayed quiet until he looks up at you again, Violet eyes locking with yours for a brief moment.

You didn't answer his question and you simply gestured at the legendary bird pokemon beside you, no other explanation can be better that that anyways, and you're not in the mood to waste your energy by talking too much.

Bede blinked a few times as he finally recognized that you have captured a Galarian Zapdos, the Galarian Zapdos that's said to rule over thunderstorms and making a nest between the electrifying clouds right before a storm starts. Basically the Zeus of Galar, if you will. He was quite amused to say the least, though he didn't expect less from the Champion, but risking your life just to capture a legendary? Yup, thats his rival alright, you and and that reckless stubborn head of yours, not to mention you're often oblivious to Bede's acts of care and affection, resulting in the white haired boy blushing intensely.

A sigh slipped past Bede's lips as he rubbed a potion over your wound, followed by a hiss of pain from your side. You wanted to yank your hand off his hold, "Bede, its alright, i can take care of myself" you muttered as you watched the male infront of you carefully spreading the healing liquid over your wounds, trying his best not to hurt you by doing so.

His Violet eyes looked up at you, then looked back down on your wound, not caring about your complaints.

"Let me take care of you," He said as he was preventing the subtle blush from slowly dusting his milky white cheeks; his fingers that were gently massaging that one specific area on your arm stopped before he checked for your other arm- which, you obliged and gave him your other arm to inspect without any hesitation.

What surprised you the most is that he muttered out those six specific words. The words that you thought would never leave past his lips whatsoever, and yet here you are sitting on a giant rock with him treating your wounds from before as he insisted on taking care of you.

Why does he care so much?

"Bede i said—" before you could continue his sentence, his grip on your arm suddenly tightened by a bit, afraid of you yanking your arm off.

"I want to take care of you." the tone he was using was so sweet, so kind and sincere as if its not Bede who said that; it was slightly shaky too, probably caused by him gradually becoming even more flustered by his honest feelings. This only made you smile warmly, seeing how well Bede is taking care of you— you just remembered that you two are supposed to be in the Fairy Type gym by now, helping the said gym leader with handling the oncoming bundles of challengers.

You, being the oblivious Champion that you are, laughed softly and nudged your cheek against his in an affectionately way while saying a light-hearted thank you along the way. You let the boy take care of you and your wounds as Zapdos stayed quiet by your side, observing the two of you and your actions. You're completely calm and amazed by Bede's knowledge when it comes to potions and healing stuff. Maybe you should learn a few things from him after this then.

Bede on the other hand was a complete mess. Oh how the tables have turned. Your little action of nuzzling against his cheek made him turn beet red; various shades of red covering his cheeks and spreading towards his ears. He avoided any eye contact with you, he knew better than to say anything and embarrass himself even more on the spot, so he stayed quiet, and let you do your silly little affectionate actions. He enjoyed it anyways— not that he'd admit it.

"D-dont do that so sudden next time."

He managed to croak out, voice slightly different from before caused by the amount of blood rushing to his face and ears, not to mention his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Arceus- this feeling is so sickeningly lovely, he hated it, and yet he also loved it. You replied with a soft 'Mhm' before he continues to treat your wounds.

Oh its never a dull moment with you.

[justasimplesinner]

Can you do Riddler (AK, Zero Year, BTAS, etc) with female s/o who is a magical girl and she wields a magic staff

i threw in Young Justice as well cuz i love this lil nerd

Riddler with a magical s/o hcs

Arkham Knight:

you can bet your ass he doesn't believe you at first and thinks you're just a cosplayer that's really into it. until you go abra kadabra on his ass and he starts questioning everything he's ever known

he is a man of logic, and there's nothing logical about magic, it'll take some time for him to get used to this

will absolutely want to test your abilities and maybe include them in his work - Batman is just a man, after all (or is he?)! he can't cheat his way through a magical riddle trail!

you have any anti-cheating spells? cuz he's there for it

will absolutely try to use your staff whenever you leave it and get mad at the fact that he can't do shit

Zero Year:

oh he's played enough fuckin' games to know what this is about. he absolutely will ask you if you can do this or that or if you have this ability (all of them from the games he's played). and because he's a fucking comedian, he'll ask you why did you choose that class and not, like, a hunter or an assassin

is surprisingly chill about it - or just doesn't care, that's up for your interpretation

sometimes treats you like his personal entertainment and asks you to "do tricks"

but he's doing all that just for a laugh, and he really thinks this is a very useful skill you have and is glad that you're on his side. won't use you like some weapon, of course, he's not That Bad. and he's actually really into it, hence the constant pleas for you to show off

BTAS:

he's hella surprised but also hella excited - can't wait to see what you're capable off, will ask many different questions ranging from how did you even acquire a magic stuff to whAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN BEND TIME TO YOUR WILL

his eyes light up whenever you do literally anything. he's so fascinated with your magic and what it can do, thinks you're even more special and talented now

is probably the only one that wouldn't immediately think of you as an asset that could help him defeat Batman. he's got no plans on using you, he's happy to let you do your own gig and for him to stay with his

he will brag about you, tho. a lot. other rogues are so fucking done with his bullshit i swear to god-

Young Justice:

listen this man has seen many weird things during his time in Belle Reve. he's met many weird people. so like, he's not even that surprised that you have some kind of abilities, because he spent a long time in a place where everyone had some kind of abilities

that doesn't mean you're not special to him, of course - because you are, and he'll make sure to show it. he wants everyone to know his partner is way better than them

will ask you to tell him all about yourself and your magic. loves listening to your stories and how you reminiscence your first encounters with magic and maybe even some crazy adventures, and will always inquire about everything because he's curious as hell and craves to know more

also will ask you to teach him some handy tricks if it's possible, he'd love to have a few aces up his sleeve

[gstqaobc]

FROM THE MONARCHIST LEAGUE OF CANADA

As this Ecomm went to publication, we received word of the death, at the great age of 96, of Bill Silver, a significant benefactor of the League from its early days, and for many years a pillar of our Ottawa Branch.  We wished to remember him here: his ebullient spirit, fierce loyalty spoken gently, innate modesty and kindness.  Indeed Chaucer might have had forethought of Bill in describing one of his characters as a “very parfitt gentle knight.” May his ardent spirit rest in peace, and his memory be a blessing and example to us all.   LEAGUE ISSUES NEW FLYER: THE CASE FOR THE CROWN The League thought it timely and useful to issue, offer in its advertising and distribute as widely as possible - both via the website and in printed form - a new flyer which will give you, our members, ammunition to argue logically the case for the Crown in conversation with others, and, we hope, to distribute strategically. One never knows when such an item, left on a waiting room table at the doctor or dentist’s office, affixed to a supermarket or other community bulletin board, put through neighbours’ mail slots - the possibilities are many - will do good work for our cause. We hope you will both enjoy and profit from this item, and that many thousands will be distributed across the country. See item one in the WHAT CAN I DO FOR THE CANADIAN CROWN? section of this Ecomm, below, to read online and request printed copies.   And special thanks to our wonderful team of no less than seven translators, all francophones from La Belle Province, who so kindly volunteered to make the French version one that is accurate in expression and eloquent in its prose.                     WHAT CAN I DO FOR THE CANADIAN CROWN? Some suggestions for member activity during these times. We invite members to send additional ideas by return of email. 1.    How about asking the League to send you several print copies of our new flyer:  THE CASE FOR THE CROWN, or print them on your home computer:  https://www.monarchist.ca/index.php/publications and give them to others who may be unaware or sceptical of the importance of Canada’s constitutional monarchy, or even hostile to it. School teachers could be encouraged to read the League’s educational booklets, also available both online and in print at the same URL, or even to request a class set.   2.    When you read an editorial, opinion column or letter to the editor in a newspaper, or a tweet or Facebook post, critical of the Crown, don’t get mad - get even! In other words, use a temperate tone and logical argument to refute the writer’s attack.  Keep it brief: focus on the obvious flaws in reasoning, mis-statements of fact or name-calling substituting for logic.  Same goes for radio talk shows. In the long run, on all media, whatever the provocation, whatever the momentary satisfaction of ”giving them a piece of my mind” - an old adage remains true: “You catch more flies with honey.” 3.    Write your elected representative at the federal level to re-state briefly the reasons you support constitutional monarchy as our system of government,  and asking the MP whether not your view is shared. 4.    Once pandemic restrictions ease, try to make sure that Royal events - such as the upcoming 95th birthday of our Queen, 10th Wedding Anniversary of William and Catherine or 100th birthday of Prince Philip are celebrated both in your home but also among your wider family, your friends, your colleagues at the office,  your place of worship/faith community or service club. The League generally sends you some ideas to mark these celebrations. Remember, as they are incorporated into family life and public life, the     Crown becomes further embedded in the heart of the nation, and truly represents The Queen’s wish that it ”reflects all that is best and most admired in the Canadian ideal.” This is especially true when you go out of your way to include in your observance the newest members of our Canadian family, who generally are eager to participate in the traditions of their new homeland, and in turn to share their own traditions with the wider community. 5.    Always use a Queen stamp when you write a letter or pay a bill by mail. 6.     At events of ceremony, whether a Council meeting, a graduation, a civic celebration - whatever - make sure that the Royal Anthem is sung as well as the National Anthem. To the extent you can, discourage event organizers from having a soloist “perform” them. Far more pride and         learning develop from the untrained voices of loyal folk singing together. In that way, the Anthems are sung “with heart and voice” and not merely listened to.   A FINAL IDEA: AN ACT OF LOVING SUPPORT & THANKS Apart from the above, we think it would be enormously comforting and supportive for every one of us to  write a kind letter to The Queen, expressing your thoughts at a difficult time: her beloved husband ailing, a grand-child chiding other family members via sensational television, the drumbeat of the tabloids and the restrictions on her busy life caused by the pandemic.  A selection of letters, especially those from Commonwealth Realms, are indeed seen by The Queen - and their number and tone are summarized to Her Majesty. The address is - Her Majesty The Queen, Buckingham Palace, London SW1A 1AA, UK Theoretically you don’t need postage to write the Sovereign; in practice, it is safer to affix the international airmail stamp available from your local Canada Post outlet.   AN INTERESTING OPINION PIECE FROM TODAY’S DAILY TELEGRAPHWe thought you might be interested to see the following strongly-worded opinion piece, reflecting a good deal of the tone of recent British public opinion, rather different from much of the Canadian and US commentary. Meghan’s fake interview has real-world effects The Sussexes’ claims have undermined the monarchy and done lasting damage to the Commonwealth by Tim Stanley, March 15, 2021 Two headlines appeared on the BBC News website on the same day. At the top: “Harry and Meghan rattle monarchy’s gilded cage”. At the bottom: “The kidnapped woman who defied Boko Haram”. Well, that puts the Sussexes' problems in perspective, doesn’t it? Yet across Africa, one reads, the Duchess’s story has revived memories of colonial racism, tarnishing the UK’s reputation, and has even lent weight to the campaign in some countries to drop the Queen as head of state. The only nation that seems to think a lot of nonsense was spoken is Britain. In the wake of an interview that Joe Biden’s administration called courageous, British popular opinion of Harry and Meghan fell to an all-time low, and the American format had a lot to do with it. Oprah Winfrey is not our idea of an interviewer. She flattered, fawned and displayed utter credulity. Imagine if it had been her, not Emily Maitlis, who interviewed Prince Andrew over the Jeffrey Epstein allegations. “You were in a Pizza Express that day? Oh my God, you MUST be innocent! Tell me, in all honesty, though...did you have the dough balls?” This wasn’t an interview, it was a commercial for a brand called Sussex, a pair of eco-friendly aristo-dolls that, if you pull the string, tell their truth – which isn’t the truth, because no one can entirely know that, but truth as they perceive it. “Life is about storytelling,” explained Meghan, “about the stories we tell ourselves, the stories we’re told, what we buy into.” Meghan is a postmodernist. Just as Jean Baudrillard said the Gulf War never happened, but was choreographed by the US media, so the Royal narrative she was forced to live was fake, her public happiness was fake and, following that logic, this interview might involve an element of performance, too. People have challenged her claims, alleging contradictions and improbabilities, but one of the malign effects of wokeness is that you have got to be very careful about pointing this out. Why? Because wokery insists on treating a subjective view as objective truth, or even as superior, because it’s based upon “lived experience”. To contradict that personal perspective is perceived as cruel, elitist and, in Meghan’s case, potentially racist, so it’s best to wait a few weeks to a year before applying a fact check. In the meantime, affect sympathy. People would rather you lied to their face than tell them what they don’t want to hear. The result is profoundly dishonest, for I have never known an event over which there is such a gulf between the official reception, as endorsed by the media and politics, and the reaction of average citizens, who are wisely keeping it to themselves. Into that vacuum of silence steps not the voice of reason but bullies and showmen – like Piers Morgan, who said some brash stuff about Meghan’s honesty and, after an unseemly row on Good Morning Britain, felt obliged to resign from his job.  “If you’d like to show your support for me,” he wrote afterwards, “please order a copy of my book.” Dear Lord, was this row fake, too? I can no longer be sure, though I despised Good Morning Britain before and still do: it embodies the cynical confusion of emotion and fact, a show made for clicks, where even the weatherman has an opinion. So what is real in 2021? The Commonwealth, which does a lot of good in a divided world. The monarchy, which has been at its best during the pandemic, doing the boring stuff of cutting ribbons and thanking workers that, one suspects, Meghan never grew into (can you imagine her opening a supermarket in Beccles?). It contains flawed people, but that only adds to its realness, and they can adapt faster than you might think. Prince William got the ball rolling by telling reporters, who he is trained to ignore, that his family is not racist. His wife paid her respects to the murder victim Sarah Everard, demonstrating that she is neither cold nor silenced. I’d wager Kate does her duty, day after day, no complaint, not because she is “trapped”, as Harry uncharitably put it, but because she loves her family and believes in public service. Meghan and Harry have indeed prompted the Royal family to change: not in order to endorse their criticisms, however, but to answer them.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

[modern-fae-female]

Elorcan Modern AU Chapter 8

The next day Elide and Lorcan walked into school in the best moods that either of their friends had seen them in. As per usual Fenrys had to make some comment about it and the rest of the Cadre seemed very confused when he brought up a ‘little Lochan’. Lorcan quickly gave him one of his signature death stares and hurried onto history, his second favorite class as after debate with Elide. Just like before she was already there and gave him a big smile as he walked over to sit down, and to his surprise he immediately returned with one of the biggest smiles he had ever given someone. 

“ Well if it isn’t the knight.”

“ Well if it isn’t the princess.” 

“ So when do we want to meet again to work on the project.”

“ Um.. if you could make it in time I can meet at the library same time today.”

“ Sounds good, I just have to find if one of my friends could get me a ride.”

“ We could drive over together. I have practice but if you wanted to sit in the stands and get some other work done we can head over together. “

Lorcan immediately regretted it after saying it. I mean what if she didn’t want to be seen with him. That wouldn’t be surprising after he is basically enemies with all her friends. 

“ Sure, I think Manon as lacrosse practice today so I might go watch them and them meet up with you after you finish practice.”

“ Oh sounds good. We finish at 5 so if you just want to meet outside the locker rooms. We can pick up dinner again if you want and I can give you the info about the bookstore.” 

“ Sounds like a plan!”

Much to Elide’s surprise she couldn’t wait to get on the motorcycle again with Lorcan. She liked holding onto him and was excited for another night of working together and hanging out. She knew her friend group would be against it, but they had a project to work on so they had to meet up. Mr. Allsbrook walked into class and started the lesson, but throughout the whole lesson Manon and Aedion would look back to see Elide and Lorcan staring at one another, which of course the other person had no idea. 

Her first couple of periods went by quickly as she and Lysandra made their way to the lunch table and found everyone glaring at Elide. 

“ Did I do something wrong?” She has hesitantly. 

“ What's been going on with you and Salvetterre?” Aelin asked her as Elide sat down in her normal seat next to her.

“ What do you mean?”

“ I know he can seem charming but he’s bad news. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“ As much as I appreciate you looking out for me I’m fine. And Lorcan isn’t a bad person, he’s kind and friendly to me.”

Half of the table snorted or started chocking on something at Elide’s comment,

“ Lorcan Salvettere? Kind and friendly? Are we talking about two different people here.”  Lysandra said. 

“ Apparently so because he is not how you describe him. I mean we hung out a little bit after we did our work at the library and he was funny and sweet. He even mentioned a place where I might be able to get a job. “

“ He let you on his motorcycle?” Rowan asked.

“ Yeah, after his football practice were driving back over to the library.”

“ What are you planning on doing until his practice ends?” Manon asked know joining the conversation. 

“ Well I know you have lacrosse practice so I figured I could watch and get some work done then we were going to meet up outside the locker room.”

“ I guess that's fine,” Manon replied in her usual cold tone. 

“ Back to the motorcycle, he let you on it?” Rowan asked again.

“ Yeah, why is that a big deal?”

“ Well from when I was part of the Cadre Lorcan treated that motorcycle like it was his kid or something. He didn’t let anyone on it and I didn’t think he had until you last night.”

Elide’s heart skipped a beat. Lorcan really didn’t let anyone on it but her. 

“ Well he did, and it was fun so I’m going with him again today.”

“ Fine, just be safe.” Aelin said.

“ Of course.” 

Soon lunch ended at Manon, Rowan, Aelin, and Elide made their way to Elide’s least favorite class, PE. As they walked in Elide saw the Cadre, Maeve, and her friends already there. She just had to make eye contact with Lorcan and gave him a small smile which he surprisingly returned. 

“ Alright losers today we will be doing some partner stretches. I will be pairing you up by randomly drawing your names out of the bowl. The list of stretches is on the bored,” Mr. Arobyn said as the walked into class.

 Just great Elide thought, lets get paired up with some random person or worse Maeve or one of her friends. He went through a few names as Aelin got paired up with Connall, and Manon with Essar. He then drew Elide’s name and them he called out, “ Fenrys.” Elide looked over to him and he had a smirk on his face. Elide had never really looked at him before but now she noticed how attractive he was, not as attractive as Lorcan but still. Wait, when did she think Lorcan was attractive. Elide was lost in her own thought she didn’t noticed Fenrys was walking over to her and was now right in front of her. 

“Hey Lochan, ready to get started.”

“ Yeah lets go,” Elide replied hesitantly. 

“ As they made their way over to a spot in the gym Fenrys said, “ so your the girl who has made Lorcan in such a good mood lately.” 

Elide’s heart stopped. What was he talking about? Did she really make some sort of impact on him.

“ Uh, I don’t know about that.”

“ Well he has been in an exceptionally good mood lately and from what I can tell from his longing stares he does like you and he hasn’t denied it is you.”

Longing stares? What was he going on about?

“ Oh, uh ok.”

Fenrys and Elide went through the stretches and he was cautious about her ankle. They made small talk and some silly flirting as Elide realized he wasn’t bad either. They laughed and had fun until the bell rang, Fenrys picked up Elide’s hand and placed a kiss on it. 

“ Until we meet again,” he said.

Eide giggled at his silliness and bowed and responded the same. Out of the corner of her eye she could she Lorcan giving Fenrys a death stare, what was with him?

Elide made her way to debate where sadly she learned the class that Lorcan was in would not be joining them today and they went into a lesson about some famous debates in American history. Class seemed to go by extra slow as there was no Lorcan to banter with and talk to. Finally class ended and Elide got her stuff and made her way to the Lacrosse field to watch Manon’s practice. She sat down on the bleacher next to the field and a couple minutes later Manon and 12 other girls came out in their gear. Elide waved at Manon and Manon waved for her to come over. Confused Elide got up and walked over slowly as her ankle was sore after PE today. 

“ Elide this is the rest of the thirteen, Asterin, Sorrel, Vesta, Faline, Fallon, Edda, Briar, Thea, Kaya, Linnea, Ghislaine, and Imogen. Girls this is Elide,” Manon said pointed them out. Elide recognized a few from her classes. 

“ Nice to meet you.”

“ So your the girl Manon told us about that has made good old Lorcan gone soft,” the girl who she believed was Asterin said.

“ Uh, I don’t know about that but I’m working with him on the debate project.”

“ Hm.. well enjoy watching us practice, although I don’t think it is as fun as playing.” 

Elide nodded and made her way back to where she was sitting. She watched them practice some and noticed how well they all worked together and she got some of her homework done. Soon it was almost 5 and their practiced ended and Elide got up and made her way over to the locker rooms. She could hear voices in there, some she recognized as Dorian and Aedion. Soon the boys walked out and waved to Dorian, Aedion, and Rowan who gave her a smile and waved back. Soon Lorcan walked out and made his way over to her. 

“ Hey, ready to go?” He asked. 

“ Yeah, how was practice.”

“ Good, sweaty. Got to work on my tackling skills which might come in handy as your knight.”

“ Ah yes, you need to keep up if you are to keep up with me my dear knight.”

They made banter like that as the made their way over to his motorcycle. He gave her the spare helmet again and Elide took notice of the gaping stares of the others in the parking lot as she got on the bike. Maybe Rowan was right and she was a first to get on his bike. Soon he started it and Elide grabbed onto him again as he took off to the library. They made their way over to the same spot as the day before, went over their work and made their way to the bistro again. As Elide was getting out her card to pay Lorcan had already given the cashier his and paid for both of their meals once again. 

“ I could have paid you know, I do have some money,” Elide said.

Lorcan took note of the bitterness in her tone and said, “ Sorry, I just thought it would be easier if I pay. If it bugs you that much you cam pay me back at some point.” 

Elide agreed to that as they made their way outside and sat down at a table to eat. 

“ Oh, here is the application for the bookstore I mentioned,” Lorcan said handing her the papers. 

“ Thanks I will fill them out soon.” 

They soon went back to their small talk and playful banter and soon it was getting dark and Lorcan drove Elide home. They said their goodbyes and just like the night before they both went to bed with a big smile and both hoped it would be a reoccurring thing. 

@bri-loves-sunflowers

[psyche13]

So whenever I watch a new movie I like to record my thoughts and reactions just for fun. Since I’m writing stuff for the Final Prayer I thought I would post what I wrote when I watched it for the first time.

-They are not speaking English yet, oof that guy is angry at the camera man.

-Chasing sugar with red bull is a total mood

-teehee he locked himself out in the most British way possible. I already love him.

-“We’re sharing?” Haha too funny.

-wait a minute wait a minute…the sharing guy is the guy from the beginning who yelled at the camera. What’s he doing here I thought this was found footage from the recorder they found in the wall?

-“I’ll put the kettle on” is just about the most British thing I have heard all day. Love it.

-Deacon looks really familiar…where have I seen him before *pauses movie to look up imdb.com* yessssssssssss Sherlock, must watch that episode later…omg AND Robin Hood? Okay I gotta watch this show now and also Richard Armitage it’s a sign that I will most definitely love it.

-why are they cutting to black when it is a found footage movie? Who is watching this other than me, the viewer? Can anybody log into the Vatican website and watch investigations go forward in real time?

-Chill about the head cam, dude.

-WTF is a betting shop? *pauses movie* I’m not from the UK so…yeah Im guessing it has something to do with fishing? *looks it up on google* oh duh betting like gambling guess that makes sense.

-have you just bought booze is also such a mood.

-Aww he’s teaching him about the map, that’s kinda sweet. Also Ball….combe :P

-hahaha the puzzle and “See you around March”, this movie is kinda funny, I like it :)

-church bells remind me of when I was living in Rome.

-those people outside are kinda creepy, getting paranormal activity vibes.

-teeheee delicate equipment

-man they are awkward car drivers.

-are we there yet? Point for sarcasm 👍

-have a cracking good day mate haha

-is that really what the tapes are used for or is he just being sarcastic? Maybe a point for sarcasm?

-OMG Gray you NEVER eat in a church, hearing that sound is giving me anxiety. Growing up I would have been whooped good if I was ever caught eating during church.

-CHUNKS OF LIVING FLESH!!!!!!!!

-Haha the cow thing was funny. Is that how British people smoke cigarettes? When I went to London I didn’t see anybody do that…. But then again I was only there for 2 days and it rained the entire time. Not that that has anything to do with smoking. Man, what a trip that was.

-Barry is totally another mood.

-Whats happening now? Oh wait this is a flashback awwww look its a baby! EARTHQUAKE!!!! Why isn’t anybody running? Do they have earthquakes in England?

-Fancy a drink eh? More British talk, I love it.

-What’s stigmata? *pauses movie* oooohhhh ouch. Poor girl.

-No offense to him or anything but Mark is being kind of a dick right now….if he was delayed then why didn’t he call them? So rude.

-Wait wait, so Mark got to the cottage and then just decided to snoop in Deacon and Gray’s room without them? And touch their stuff? Once again, how rude.  And the fact that he is treating Gray as just a techie and not an important member of the investigation. I feel ya, Gray sometimes that’s how I feel at work too.

-Fish n chips, awkward strangers eating dinner vibe going on.

-OMG WHO WOULD CATCH A SHEEP ON FIRE LIKE THAT!??!?

-Mark definitely made it seem like in his report that Deacon had been the one that killed the sheep.

-Who puts water in a coffee mug? Sorry I’m judging just a little bit.

-So I think Gray’s shirt is of a knight riding an ostrich. Would that make Gray a fan of the game Joust? *inner geek squeals*

-Gray is wearing a gold wedding band, and Deacon has  a silver pendant necklace and a watch. Im always curious about jewelry choices in movies. I wonder if they will mean anything near the end?

-Mark really doesn’t know what earbuds are?

-Yeah, I’ve heard that sound before and do you know what is it? It is a RAT in the wall just crawling around. Those MFs can get huge, and it takes forever for them to die and that’s just if you are lucky sometimes they decided to live there and have millions of rat babies. I hate rats.

-Gray: HHEEHEEEWHHHOOLLLLLAALALALALALAWHOOHWHOOOOO! Deacon: *really?*

-Priests most definitely are an uptight bunch but they sure do know how to party. Trust me, I went to catholic school.

-Okay so that dog actually looked really friendly, I could see his tail wagging.

-Ouch, poor mark that look like it hurt a lot.

-Gray’s concern is so sweet, and he is right Mark should really go see a doctor. Bleeding ears are not good!

-Okay so what is he saying about Belem? Curse my hearing loss for making it so difficult for me to understand what anybody is saying without the freaking subtitles on….rewinding now.

-I think I get it now, when Deacon was telling Gray the story of what happened in Belem he made it seem like he wasn’t there, that he was at the Vatican receiving reports from Renaldi but never was in Brazil.

-Haha the bottle trick was cool. How did he do that?

-Krellick is getting kind of weird, and what is up with all the earthquakes at the church? I think they need to talk to a seismologist.

-That baby crying doesn’t seem to be coming from a baby monitor.

-Oh no….not Father Krellick! That was very unsettling and I am going to have to update the DDD report to include suicide. Damn.

-Those kids totally got what the deserved.

-Okay here we go again, what are they saying? Gotta back up and put on the subtitles again. Why won’t my stupid ears work right?

-Sorry about this bit I kinda tuned everything out because I was painting my nails and also it got scary way to fast for my liking.

-DEACON WATCH WHERE YOU ARE DRIVING! Oh never mind he is the passenger I forgot they were in England.

-this is the last time that any of them are ever going to see the sky, and that’s kind of sad.

-Gray and Deacon kind of sound like an old bickering couple…..I totally ship them.

-He actually sounds really scared, poor darling. I would be scared too, caves are terrifying and I have probably the worst claustrophobia ever. Should I really be watching this movie when my MRI is tomorrow? Nahhh I’ll be fine (UPDATE: I was not fine).

-WTF was that? That’s it? That’s the end? NO it can’t be the end. WHY?! OMG that’s such an awful way to die. Why would they do that? So this isn’t the same church that was in the beginning? That’s so confusing, so then who found the cameras? I must watch again but this time with the subtitles on through the whole thing.

-*while walking the dog* why did they go down there when Gray saw that father what’s his face was dead in the church?

-*while driving to work* OMG the orphanage was there so they could sacrifice the babies to the pagan god monster.

-FOUR DAYS LATER at 2:30AM *pulls up blank word document* muahahahahaaaaaa this will be fun!

[janiedean]

So was discussing this with a friend. S8 s*ansa talking about r+L even tho jon asked her not to. Initially we were like book!s would never, but then my friend said book!s DID in book 1 (telling ned's plan to c). Now obviously these are 2 v different situations. Book!s was a kid who had NO idea abt the larger context of things, and she wasn't aware of the political games going on. She genuinely thought she was doing the Right thing or at least what would eventually benefit her and her family 1/2

~because if c and joff are happy it will benefit the starks. So my friend said s8 stuff wasn't all that different since she genuinely believed Dany was nuts and Westeros was better off without her and that jon couldn't see it because he loved her. Plus if jon ends up on the iron throne (which is what we thought she was getting at in telling tyrion) it's again good for the starks? What do you think? If nothing it made sense in the context of show!s considering LF her mentor? 2/2

... I... respectfully disagree on just about everything. In order:

as you said, book!sansa had no fucking idea what she was doing, she was being misled by both cersei and joffrey and she thought she was saving her father, not benefit her family, which is normal given that she’s... twelve. or whatever;

now, the problem is that it’s bad writing if a character starts somewhere and arrives at the same place without nothing having fucking changed in between unless it’s a movie whose point is being depressing or specifically wants to be tragic, because like... circular writing for *long* series where people get invested in *character development* means that we get at the same situation but with changed people - for one, idk, it’s circular writing if jaime’s last line in the series is the things I do for love after he idk knights brienne or saving tyrion’s life or doing something selfless, because we went from jaime who does things for love that are bad for him and bad for everyone else involved to jaime doing things for love for good reasons, which is why among the other reasons the bells is a shit episode that doesn’t work on any level, so if sansa spills the truth about jon to tyrion exactly the way she did in got therefore causing harm and the only difference is that she knows she’s causing harm sansa hasn’t had any development outside of ‘wow she started as a sweet girl and now she’s cersei 2.0′;

on that sense, the entire point in sansa being mentored by lf in the book is that she’s not going to turn out like him or cersei which is plenty obvious because it’s been four books and she’s still kind and empathetic to everyone including people who hurt her, so that is not a legitimate writing choice imvho;

now, about sansa spilling about r+l, there is a whole other level of wrong in it, which we can further divide into the following categories: a) first of all for what THE SHOW told me, sansa basically decided dany was nuts and hated her because WHY THE FUCK NOT - there is no literal reason for show sansa to dislike dany that much when she went with jon to help, JON was the king so it was his decision to kneel, she didn’t hurt the northerners and she arrived with an army to kill the goddamned zombies, so basically by the point she spills to tyrion she seems like she’s doing that out of pettiness - honest, by 8x04 dany hadn’t... looked nuts or anything, and I’m saying it as someone who doesn’t care about dany but thinks that if S8 did one thing was making you root for her even if you previously didn’t; b) sansa swore in front of a heart tree (which is sacred to northerners) that she wouldn’t spill and then she did, which is... not that great; c) more than that, it was going against jon’s wishes because jon made overtly clear that he didn’t want the throne, that he didn’t want to act on his rights and that he knelt to dany and that he wasn’t interested in challenging her claim, so if sansa wanted him to be king she was basically ignoring what HE wanted without even consulting with him first, which is an incredibly bad breach of trust on her side that honestly, if I had been jon in the finale I’d have told her to fuck off and that I never wanted to see her again X°DD like you don’t put people on thrones when they didn’t ask you to out of disliking the legitimate ruler that your brother who was king at the moment bent the knee to because you presumably.... want the independent north which in the books is a thing that will happen because bran is 100% the next kitn, but is not a thing inherently seen as morally better or more just than any other option and which neither ned nor robb actually wanted, so.... no;

‘dany being nuts’ was a decision dnd took without even planning it well because she basically lost it without one single illegitimate reason - I mean, again considering that I don’t care for dany and I think she’s a good khaleesi but not a great ruler and that her adwd stint confirms it and that she’s not endgame ruler for the end of the books... what I see in S8 is that the poor girl goes to winterfell to help them and sansa treats her like shit and everyone treats her like shit, she has to see one of her dragons die once, jorah dies in front of her, when she tries to mingle with the others she gets treated like she doesn’t belong, then it turns out that her new boyfriend is her nephew and a threat to her claim which she has staked her entire storyline on, then almost all of her closest advisors decide to turn against her for wtf reasons when she said from the beginning that she was there to kill cersei and reclaim her rights, then she loses her second dragon and her best friend in the span of one day, then during the bells she goes berserk because they decided to give her joncon’s storyline out of nowhere and bc dnd haven’t even read the first version of the first dance with dragons, but like... honestly at that point my opinion was ‘if she goes and dracaryses the entire continent I’ll just cheer because what the fucking fuck is this they just made her sympathetic and sansa looks like a cold scheming asshole which is not the character I love’, so like... where is the truth? the truth is that dnd decided to go with that shit ending where maybe 5% was grrm’s thing (I mean the small council made of cripples bastards and broken things is a grrm thing, how they get there.... no) and dany didn’t feature in it and they didn’t know how to finish and they went with that also because they knew most fake feminist press was rallying behind the ‘sansa as queen in the north who needs no man’ bullshit storyline so what the fuck let’s just go with that, and like.... again: as someone who doesn’t gaf about dany in the books, that was just not it period

tldr: s8 sansa makes sense maybe if we take her as a separate character who has nothing to do with her book self and that dnd wrote to be cersei lite except slightly more likable, but her actions make no sense, her writing makes no sense and hasn’t since they gave her theon’s fucking sl in S5 and there is literally nothing past episode 8x02 except maybe four scenes that actually makes any shred of narrative sense as an adaptation and within the show’s context, since a lot of stuff is basically characters contradicting each other. I said what I said. /shrug

[bellalikeskitties]

unlikely ☾

pairing: mark lee x reader x wong yukhei

you’re a supervillain in high school and without warning, your nemesis actually transfers to the same school as you

word count: 905

genre: superhero au, kinda angsty ? but also adorable xuxi

a/n: eye--, this is so short oop

Highschool was a bore. You weren't even sure why you were enrolled in one when you had an unconventional kind of background. It was at least the 16th time you sighed that day (and it was still 8 AM) as you opened your locker to grab the essentials for that day. 

"Hey (y/n)! Good Morning!". Lucas, your only friend, greeted you. It was nice having a friend like him. He knew about your nightly escapades, the people you fight, and the things you did, but he didn't mind. As long as you were true to him as he was to you. "Good Morning Yukhei, how's your project going?". He whined, "Ugh, don't get me started!".

You both head to your first class laughing and telling stories like you hadn't met yesterday. "And Prof Jung said it wasn't supposed to look like that! I mean, how else should the earth look like?". You both laugh, "Man sucks to have Prof Jung huh?". 

You push the doors open and shuffle to your seats, "Shut up! Just 'cause you have Prof Park doesn't mean you get to diss us!". He shoves you lightly and you wince. "Oh? Rough night?", he looks at you worriedly, knowing well why you winced. "Yeah, got me well last night".  You look back to the night before.

"In the name of justice, I shall--", you let out a groan. "You, of all people, should know I could care less about justice". You move under him to throw a kick to his side. He moves and returns it with a punch to your abdomen. 

Your body staggers backward and you can feel his eyes on your figure. "Hah, look at you, hero. Hurting an unarmed individual!". His eyes widen, "No! I was just--!". You take this a distraction and jump out the window quickly running from the scene. "Ah, that'll leave a mark". You glance at where his punch landed, flinching a bit as you continue to run. 

"Hey (y/n), you heard what I said?", eyes quickly focusing again, you look at Lucas. "Sorry, a bit dazed. What is it?". He sighs, "I said maybe you should stop doing that stuff. Focus on school and leave it all behind, y'know?". You understand what he's trying to say, one day it might be worse than just a bruise or a scar. One day you won't just wake up with a huge headache. One of these days, you might actually get killed. 

"I, Lucas, I--". You were interrupted by the door slamming open, "Morning class, we have a transferee today so you better hurry to your seats". Lucas mouths 'Continue this later' and you silently nod, still worrying about your impending death. 

"I know it's odd to be transferred just before the exams come but I hope you treat him well, come inside!". The professor calls for him and a familiar figure enters the room. Your eyes widen and Lucas notices. You know that walk, that obnoxious arrogant and smile. You know him. "Hello everyone, I'm Mark Lee. Pleased to--". His eyes meet yours and you're sure, he knows you too. 

"Mark? Continue your introduction". He coughs a bit but remains eye contact with you. "I'm very pleased to meet you". A shiver runs up your spine and cold sweat forms on your temple. 'Fuck, did he come here to kill me?'. A hand rests on the small of your back and you look at Lucas. He was smiling and you couldn't help but return it. You eased into his touch, unknown to you both, another was staring at his little gesture. 

The bell rings and you groan, "Lucas, did you even get the last question right?". You notice that his hand was still on your back, "Yeah, of course. I am your very great best friend after all!". You spare him an unamused look and stare at his blank paper, "What's that then?". He quickly grabs the paper. "Nothing. C'mon, let's get lunch!". 

The boy moves to gather his things and you do the same, another figure approaches you both. "Hi, could I join you both?". You obviously stiffen and grab Lucas' arm. 'Shit, I forgot about him'. Lucas peeps at you, "Sorry, (y/n) and I don't really want a third-wheel on our lunch dates". He throws his arm over your shoulder. "Oh, are you two like a thing?", Mark's eyebrows raise. "So what if we are?", both men are surprised. "Sorry, you're taking our time. Let's go, Lucas". He nods and you both leave the room. 

You're still shaking and Lucas pulls you closer to him, "I'm guessing that's the guy who you go out to have boss battles with?". Your giggles sound cute to him and you wrap your arm around his hip, "Sure, you can call it that. Still can't believe he would go through to the trouble of transferring just to take me down though". You pout, "It's okay, your very own knight is here to protect you! I swear on Kim Namjoon's man tiddies!". You let out a huge laugh and he beams. "You can't even bring yourself to hurt an ant, Lucas". "Doesn't matter, I'm still your knight!".

Mark watches them laugh through the hallways and sighs, "I really need to apologize to her though". His eyes gaze on your smile, "At least she looks happy". He turns away from you and walks away, knowing well how much he hurt you.