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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Hello, Anon here who requested the Jay/Alex fic.

I love it. I love you. I am a happy girl now. It was exactly what I wanted and even better (... adding a little angst is always appreciated). Thank you <3

There's just this one problem: I desperately need a sequel. No, honestly, I am shamelessly throwing in (begging for) the next request.

xoxo

You said sequel so I wrote 4k words of prequel instead. My bad, but somehow I don't think you'll mind

Pairing: Jay White/Alex Shelley

Warnings/Tags: explicit sex, blowjobs, daddy kink, nipple play, drinking, alcohol, baby Jay White is a bottom, protege/mentor relationship

Words: 4k

Complete: Yes

Summary: A young Jamie White on his excursion to Ring of Honor gets… acquainted… with the Motor City Machine Guns, especially Alex Shelley.

Author Notes: This isn’t canon compliant but it is inspired by canon. I am an absolute slut for young boy Jay White and his huge tits

📷: Ring of Honor

Shellshocked

Jamie sat backstage in his white wrestling trunks, picturing how he would look with his New Zealand fern on the back of them when he got out there to face that white-hot North Carolina crowd. He was nervous, tapping his foot on the concrete floor. He had wrestled one match for Ring of Honor before now, but that had been four months ago and he’d had David Finlay with him that time; a familiar opponent to calm his nerves.

Jamie had never wrestled Kamaitachi before, and the other man intimidated him. He looked so good in the ring and Jamie was concerned he wouldn’t stack up against him. At twenty-four, Jamie was one of the youngest guys in this building by far and it made him feel like there was a three-hundred pound man sitting on his chest.

Most of the wrestlers in the locker room were still ignoring him, waiting for Jamie to go out there and wrestle; prove himself. It was a TV taping this week, and Jamie and Kamaitachi were being given ten whole minutes to make their mark on Ring of Honor, which seemed like a lot for a debut - especially by American wrestling standards.

A few of the guys milled around Jamie, passing him to talk to bookers and producers whose names Jamie was still trying to remember. But the wrestlers’ names he knew. Jamie knew all of their stories, their achievements, their best matches. Jamie wanted desperately to be one of them, but right now he was keeping his head down; paying his dues.

That was why it came as such a shock when the Motor City Machine Guns came to sit down, Chris Sabin on Jamie’s left and Alex Shelley on his right. Jamie didn’t know what to do, being flanked by two of the most talented tag team wrestlers in the history of the business. Not the most decorated, maybe, but Jamie was smart enough to know that Sabin and Shelley’s fingerprints were on everything in this business. It was plain to see in the way that the Bucks wrestled for ROH and New Japan right now; they were forged in feuds with the Guns.

Speaking of fingerprints, Alex Shelley’s hand came to rest reassuringly on Jamie’s bare thigh, a strangely intimate gesture but not an unwelcome one. Jamie often found himself longing for an affectionate touch here or there; a platonic intimacy or even a clap on the back. Wrestling made that yearning easier to bear - with plenty of opportunities to touch and know a person’s body as well as you knew their mind - but Jamie hadn’t yet wrestled since he’d come to the United States, and Japan already seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Don’t freak out, kid,” Sabin was saying wisely in his ear, patting Jamie on the back.

Shelley’s hand was still on Jamie’s leg, as the younger of the two guns fixed him with a sympathetic look.

“Love the hair, kid,” Shelley said kindly, a crinkly smile peering up at Jamie.

“T-thanks,” Jamie replied weakly, lifting up his arm to smooth his hand over the bald sides of his head.

“You’ve got a great look, Jay,” Sabin agreed.

Sabin’s body language was relaxed and easy, the polar opposite of Jamie’s. Sabin leaned back against the wall beside Jamie from where they were sat on a bench seat, stretching his legs out and digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket. You wouldn’t have known that the Guns had just wrestled by how collected they looked; already dressed back in their civvies and sticking around to watch the rest of the day’s tapings.

Jamie rolled his shoulders instinctively, trying to relax them, but they came right back up to where they were, tensed up nearly to his ears.

Perhaps Sabin noticed Jamie’s body language, because he said abruptly, “You like video games?”

Jamie stuttered his way through a conversation with the Guns about video games, being gently encouraged by Sabin’s open face or Shelley’s reassuring hand whenever he stuttered or stumbled. By the time they were done talking Jamie had a smile on his face and it was just in time for Jamie to go out for his match.

The crowd seemed excited to see Jamie and Kamaitachi - New Japan was hot in the US right now - and once Jamie was out there all thoughts of nerves or loneliness melted away, replaced by a desire only to give this match his all.

Jamie and Kamaitachi went ten minutes easier than Jamie thought they might have given the unfamiliar crowd, and Jamie was elated to have picked up the win on the first match of his excursion. But Jamie was careful to hide his pride once he got to the back, swallowing the pleased smirk on his face and replacing it with a steely and grateful expression. It didn’t mean much to win one match, and he didn’t want his excitement to be mistaken for ego.

To Jamie’s surprise it was the Guns who were there to greet him on the other side of the curtain. Sabin was nodding appreciatively and Shelley was wearing the smirk that Jamie had been on his way up to the ramp, only Shelley didn’t try to hide his.

Jamie knew that the promoters were talking about Jamie wrestling in a trios match with the Guns, but Jamie hadn’t realised how set in stone it was until he saw Kamaitachi huddled a few metres away with The Addiction.

Sabin and Shelley both had a clap on the back for Jamie, as well as a few compliments about his match, which Jamie took with flushed cheeks and a boyish awkwardness.

“You’re with us now, kid,” Shelley said with a grin, this time with his reassuring hand on the small of Jamie’s back. Jamie was liking the sound of this alliance already.

Jamie was given an invitation to dinner with Sabin and Shelley later that night, once the rest of the tapings were over.

Jamie enjoyed watching the rest of the afternoon’s matches, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see so many talented people wrestle. Ring of Honor was on a hot streak right now, especially with the Bullet Club making their presence known in the United States, and some of the greatest to ever do it were walking these halls tonight.

But Jamie’s mind kept wandering to the Guns. He almost felt more nervous about the upcoming dinner with them than he had about today’s match. As a Young Lion he wasn’t yet at the point in Japan where he was invited out for dinner and drinks, instead opting to eat in his hotel room most nights on the road. But the North American wrestling culture was different, and Jamie couldn’t say he disliked it. He was looking forward to the company even if nothing else came of it.

Jamie found himself fretting over what to wear to dinner like he might have if he was going on a date - not that he’d been on one of those in a long time, probably since he moved to Japan. Normally when he wasn’t wrestling Jamie just opted for a pair of khaki shorts and whatever t-shirt didn’t smell, but it didn’t seem like the Guns would be shorts and thongs kind of guys. Instead, Jamie wore his nice jeans and a plain white t-shirt along with his gym sneakers. It wasn’t exactly what he might have liked to wear, but with what he had in his bag it was the best he could do.

He met the Guns in the foyer of the hotel, who waved him over as if Jamie were an old friend. He was mostly right about the Guns’ fashion sense. Sabin wore a pair of grey jeans similar to Jamie’s own, while Shelley opted for a tight black pair. Both were wearing wrestling shirts and sneakers. Jamie relaxed, feeling less out of place, though he still felt Shelley especially gave off an air of coolness that Jamie with his undercut and scalped sides simply didn’t have.

Dinner with the Guns was more fun than Jamie had expected it to be. Sabin brought up video games again and soon they were talking about movies, comic books, music and everything else they could think of. By the time they had all finished their food, Jamie was three drinks deep and feeling buzzed - whether from the alcohol or the attention of the two older veterans, Jamie wasn’t sure.

Sabin called it a night early and with his departure their booth in the restaurant felt eerily quiet, Jamie and Shelley just looking at each other for a long moment. Eventually they got talking again, the topic turning to music, but their voices were more hushed now. They were one of the only patrons left in the restaurant, so Shelley suggested they leave.

“I got a six pack and a couple of old WCW tapes with your name on it,” Shelley said easily, standing up from the table.

Jamie, in his inebriated state, looked down at Shelley’s abdomen at the mention of a ‘six pack’. It took him a moment to realise that Shelley was talking about beer. Shit, he really couldn’t hold his drinks like he used to. Two years of sobriety in Japan had done that to him, it seemed.

Jamie trailed after Shelley back towards their hotel, trying to sober himself up. Shelley was quiet most of the way back, held the hotel lobby door open for Jamie and then the elevator door as well. Jamie thought he must have looked as drunk as he felt, if Shelley was concerned enough to hold doors open for him. But Shelley didn’t look concerned, hand coming to rest easily on the small of Jamie’s back for the elevator ride.

Jamie leaned into the other man’s hand a little, then pulled away, cursing himself for being so weak. Living in Japan had been lonely, but so far the US had been even lonelier, and Jamie craved the touch of anyone; what he wouldn’t give for a hug right about now.

But Shelley wasn’t the man for that job, so Jamie straightened his shoulders stubbornly and followed Shelley down the corridor towards his hotel room. Jamie wasn’t about to let an opportunity as rare as being mentored by the Motor City Machine Guns slip by just because he was awkward and homesick.

Inside Shelley’s hotel room Jamie began to realise there was a new predicament. Jamie sat awkwardly on one side of the twin bed - barely big enough for the both of them - and crossed his legs while Shelley retrieved two beers from the bar fridge. He threw one at Jamie who caught it easily, a sign that he was sobering up. Then Shelley sat down beside him, stretching his legs out and pulling out his laptop.

Jamie felt like he was in high school with the way they sat hunched over Shelley’s laptop watching nineties wrestling and drinking cheap beers. The laptop sat between their legs and Shelley hung one arm behind Jamie’s head, over the headboard lazily, fiddling with the top of his beer can. Jamie was vaguely aware that he was watching Shelley’s hands more than the match, so he tried to slow the sips of his beer. Maybe he hadn’t sobered up as much as he thought he had after all.

“You need to learn to relax, man,” Shelley said out of nowhere, snapping Jamie out of the trance the older man’s fingers had put him in.

“What?” Jamie asked defiantly, even though he knew what Shelley was saying was true, “I am relaxed.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jamie,” Shelley snapped back, eyes narrowed. It made the muscles in Jamie’s stomach tighten, hearing Shelley bark his name like an unimpressed father.

Jamie mumbled an apology but made no attempts to relax his body. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure he knew how to relax. All his time spent in dojos and wrestling schools and the gym before that had taken away his ability to feel comfortable. Unless he was alone in his bed, Jamie wasn’t relaxed.

“That’s what you’re missing in the ring, you know,” Shelley continued, pausing whatever was playing on the laptop - Jamie wasn’t even sure what match it was, he’d paid so little notice. “You need to learn to loosen up.”

Jamie just continued to stare over at Shelley, knowing he was right but having no idea where to start.

Suddenly Shelley got up onto his knees on the bed and then he was leaning over Jamie, saying, “I’ll show you.”

It sent a jolt of electricity down Jamie’s spine, though he couldn’t figure out why, even as Shelley untangled Jamie’s crossed legs and stretched them out, his hands on Jamie’s knees. Jamie leaned back onto the pillows pliantly, feeling somewhat maddened that this was happening. Was Shelley about to give him a sports massage or something?

Shelley moved back up so that his head was near Jamie’s again, propping himself up with one arm on the pillows. “Was that so hard?” Shelley asked.

Yes, Jamie wanted to say, because he knew he wasn’t doing it right. He could feel how every muscle in his body was still tensed. Instead he turned his head and stared blankly at Shelley. To say he’d never been in this situation before was an understatement. But Shelley was a general in the ring, and so far he’d been leading this entire affair as well. Surely Shelley would know what to do.

Jamie found out quickly that Shelley definitely knew what to do, but it wasn’t what Jamie was expecting.

Shelley leaned in then, locking his eyes with Jamie and not letting his gaze drop, even as his lips closed over Jamie’s own.

Jamie thought he should pull back, push him off; do something to protest this moment. Jamie wasn’t gay. If Shelley was, cool. But somewhere along the way Shelley had misread the signs of this encounter. Jamie didn’t want to embarrass the other man though, so he let Shelley’s lips linger on his, hoping that he would pull back and Jamie would have a chance to talk his way out of the situation; let him down easy.

Instead, Shelley must have taken Jamie’s lack of reaction as a sign that he liked it. Shelley deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue between Jamie’s lips. While he tried to figure out what to do, Jamie couldn’t help but think that it didn’t feel much different to being kissed by a girl. Jamie didn’t know why he thought a man’s lips wouldn’t be as soft as a woman’s - not that he’d spent time in the past thinking about kissing guys.

One of Shelley’s hands found its way under Jamie’s shirt and okay, that felt different. Shelley’s hands were bigger than a girl’s would have been and they were calloused and rough, though Shelley was running his hand gently over Jamie’s abs.

Jamie knew he had to stop this now, let Shelley down easy and make sure it didn’t go too far. Especially because Shelley’s hand was continuing to roam lower towards Jamie’s waistband. As his hand grazed the top of Jamie’s jeans Jamie hissed involuntarily into Shelley’s mouth.

Fuck. Jamie had been so distracted by what Shelley was doing to him that he hadn’t been paying attention to his body. How long had he been hard for?

Shelley’s hand was cupping his erection now and Jamie was practically aching, realising he must have been hard since Shelley started kissing him. Too worried about what his erection could mean to pay attention to what Shelley was doing, Jamie didn’t notice Shelley had unbuttoned his jeans until Jamie’s hard dick was already free.

The cold air hit his groin and Jamie groaned at the loss of friction from Shelley’s hand. But then Shelley’s mouth was on Jamie’s neck and shit, did he like this? His body said yes and then Shelley was straddling his hips. The fire in Shelley’s eyes told Jamie it was too late to stop what was happening, and Jamie wasn’t even sure he wanted to anymore.

“Jesus,” Shelley murmured as he grabbed the hem of Jamie’s shirt and peeled it off his body, “How are you still this tense?”

Jamie’s shirt was gone now and Shelley was leaning down for another kiss, but Jamie couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “W-wait,” he said weakly.

Jamie was relieved to see that Shelley stopped immediately, taking his hands off Jamie’s body and letting them fall by his sides.

“I don’t-” Jamie stuttered, “I’m not…”

I’m not gay, Jamie thought about saying. But his dick was still aching beneath Shelley’s hips, so he couldn’t be sure that was true anymore.

“I’ve never…” Jamie sighed, still not finding the words.

That was when he noticed Shelley’s own aching erection, a thick silhouette against his hip in his jeans. It made Jamie’s mouth go dry. Without thinking, Jamie reached up and palmed at it reverently, watching every change in Shelley’s facial expression as Jamie pressed his hand harder against the older man’s cock.

“With a guy before,” Jamie finished his earlier sentence, looking up into Shelley’s eyes even as his fingertips began to roam over Shelley’s abdomen.

Shelley’s face softened, his crinkly eyes looking down at Jamie kindly. Jamie was startled by Shelley’s hand reaching down to cup Jamie’s jaw and rub his thumb in small circles over Jamie’s cheek.

But then that cheeky grin was back, and Jamie’s dick somehow got even harder, swelling so much Jamie felt like he might burst.

“Don’t worry,” Shelley crooned, “Daddy will take care of you.”

It seemed that was all there was to say, because Shelley resumed his ministrations immediately, kissing his way down Jamie’s neck and towards his now bare chest. Jamie had never had his nipples sucked before, but he learned quickly that he loved it. Shelley stayed between Jamie’s pecs for a long time, licking and sucking until Jamie’s nipples were left so sensitive and swollen that he hissed even from Shelley flicking his tongue over them.

Then Shelley began to work his way lower, and if what Shelley had done to his nipples was any indication of what he was going to do to his dick, then Jamie was about to have an out of body experience.

Shelley got rid of Jamie’s pants quickly, discarding them on the hotel room floor. His boxers went next and then Jamie was fully naked beneath the older man. He knew that he should have felt something; vulnerable, embarrassed, humiliated. Instead he just wanted Shelley’s mouth on him already.

But it seemed Shelley wasn’t going to make it easy for him, because he began by kissing up Jamie’s thighs, his hands roaming over Jamie’s body until he found his hips to use like handholds.

While Shelley teased, Jamie was thinking about Shelley’s earlier words. Don’t worry, daddy will take care of you. Jamie wasn’t sure if it was the name ‘daddy’ or the thought of being taken care of that had Jamie’s head spinning.

Finally, Shelley decided they were ready and in one smooth motion he took Jamie’s cock into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. Jamie’s blowjob experience was admittedly limited, but he was pretty sure this was another thing that Shelley was the best in the world at. He started at a languid, lazy pace, driving Jamie wild. He wanted more, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. If he’d been with a girl, he would have pushed up against her mouth or pulled her hair, but something about that with Shelley didn’t feel right. Shelley was the ring general, and truth be told Jamie didn’t know enough about being with a man to know what the etiquette was - hell, he hadn’t even known that he liked men until a few minutes ago.

Did he like men? Jamie wondered. But then Shelley quickened his pace and all thoughts were put out of his head, replaced with an involuntary guttural moan ripped from the back of his throat.

Shelley’s grip on his hips had turned into a vice. Jamie had never felt pain during sex before, and the way it mixed with the pleasure he was feeling was a heady feeling that was pulling Jamie apart.

Jamie thrusted his hips upward involuntarily and was chastised with a light slap to his thigh from Shelley, who applied more pressure to Jamie’s hips, forcing them to stay on the mattress. He pulled off briefly then only to lick a stripe along the underside of Jamie’s cock, looking Jamie right in the eye as he did.

The look on Jamie’s face must have been the reaction Shelley wanted, because he grinned up at Jamie and then suckled on the head of his dick appreciatively. Jamie just about cried from how intense it felt.

Shelley resumed his deep-throating then, this time bobbing his head at a quicker pace. Jamie found his hands roaming across his own body. He wanted to touch Shelley; hold his hand, put his hands in Shelley’s hair, anything. But he still wasn’t sure he was allowed, so he settled for teasing at his own nipple with his thumb, so tender from what Shelley had done to them earlier.

Shelley looked up at just the right time to see what Jamie was doing and he must have appreciated it, because he began sucking on him with abandon. Jamie wasn’t going to last much longer. Shelley’s mouth was so wet and warm around his dick and his nipples were oversensitive and painful to the touch. But Jamie pinched them more anyway, that mixture of pain and pleasure swimming around in his head.

God, he was so close. He couldn’t help but chase his orgasm now, and how close he was made him bold. Jamie reached down and put a hand gently in Shelley’s hair; tentative, testing. Shelley quickened his pay even more and Jamie took that as approval.

Growing even bolder, Jamie decided there was something he needed to try.

“Daddy,” Jamie breathed experimentally.

Shelley pulled away abruptly and Jamie’s heart sank into his stomach, knowing he’d screwed this all up. He was just beginning to formulate a plan to smooth it all over, when Shelley pounced on him. His face was just inches from Jamie’s and there was nowhere to go, so Jamie was forced to look into the other man’s eyes.

Shelley’s hand found Jamie’s dick and gripped him so tight it hurt. To Jamie’s surprise, Shelley started jerking him off hard and fast.

“Good boy,” Shelley purred, looking right into Jamie’s eyes, “Cum for daddy, Jamie,” he demanded, gripping Jamie’s dick still harder.

Jamie arched his back into Shelley’s hand, eyes squeezing shut as he held back a noise like a scream from his throat. Jamie was breathing hard, chest heaving. Shelley must have been loving it, because he said, “That’s it, you’re such a good boy.”

Shelley’s coaching sent Jamie over the edge and he came with a silent scream, painting Shelley’s hand and his chest with hot cum. His whole body shook with it, unlike any orgasm he’d had before, and Shelley worked him through it expertly with his hands. Jamie moaned and moaned, letting Shelley milk his cock until it hurt. Shelley didn’t stop until Jamie started to soften his hands, finally slowing his hand with a shaky laugh.

Shelley sealed the whole affair with a chaste kiss to Jamie’s forehead, rolling over to prop himself up by his elbows. Shelley reached for his beer on the nightstand and took a leisurely sip. From Jamie’s vantage point he could still see the clear imprint of Shelley’s dick in his jeans.

“Should I…” he asked breathlessly, staring pointedly at Shelley’s erection.

Shelley laughed, reaching out to brush some of Jamie’s bleach blonde hair out of his eyes. “First one’s free, kid,” Shelley chuckled.

#jay white #alex shelley #motor city machine guns #jay white fanfic #alex shelley fanfic #roh 2016 vibes were so gay honestly

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unlikelywrestlingfan · 2 months

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I'm being a little shit here

What's your thoughts on Jay White and Juice Robinson

I welcome it

Disclaimer: This is about the fictional characters Jay White and Juice Robinson, not the guys who play them, who seem to be lovely gentlemen, and who I appreciate for giving me such well crafted villains to despise. Also, just because I'm a hater doesn't mean others shouldn't love them...this is what people mean when they say I'm kindhearted isn't it? I have a hater disclaimer. Anyways....

Juice Robinson: This man has the most annoying voice in the world, and I fully believe he leans into that. listening to it makes me feel like someone is using cheese graters against both my ears while shrieking. He has the iq of a gnat on acid, who thinks it can do anything. Apparently he used to be a silly jester man before he turned evil and joined BC, but I only know the BC version, and now BCG versions of him. He is a minion of Jay White, which will only end poorly for him, and I will pity his sad self on the day he gets betrayed. As for his actual wrestling ability, I'm going to be honest, my mind gets blinded by irritation and rage when he's on screen so I honestly don't know what his actual wrestling style is, but I'm sure he's quite talented.

Jay White: Where do I begin? I hate him with every fiber of my fragile being. His mere face upon my screen is enough to provoke feelings of rage, him speaking conjures vats of angry lava within my heart, and his actions cause my rage to erupt like a volcano (those are weak metaphors but I am tired and lightheaded, so please bear with me XD). He is a Shakespearean tragedy of a character in the worst best way. Everytime they call the finisher that was shoot lovingly passed down but from my understanding not so in kayfabe that he stole from Alex Shelley "the Bladerunner" I have to resist the urge to go full autocorrect with it's proper name, "the Shellshock." He can't let go of the Bullet Club, so he's now doing Bullet Club Generic, I mean Gold, and DAVID FINLAY IS STILL LETTING HIM GET AWAY WITH IT BUT I HOPE WE WILL SEE SWEET SWEET VENGEANCE ONE DAY. He's my worstie, my nemesis, my mortal enemy, and I enjoy watching him suffer for the consequences of his cowardly actions.

And that's just like. The very tip of the iceberg of my feelings about Jay White. But this is already long XD.

(Obligatory shoutout to gentlemen who play these horrid villains - my hate of your characters is an appreciation for your artistry)

For more information on me hating Jay White, check out my "#elle spites jay white" tag. For more general posts about Jay White, see the "#that knife guy from new japan" tag. Juice does not have a tag but posts about him would be filed under "#bang bang bullet club."

#elle spites jay white #that knife guy from new japan #bang bang bullet club #basil #elle's mailbox #thanks for playing!

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slashtakemylife · 7 months

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I think I'm just realizing I've been so deeply shellshocked by Endgame... It has literally taken me 4 years to finally, finally start mourning it

I just... Please if there's anyone out there willing to talk to me because how can I tell anyone in my close circle I'm mourning a MOVIE

And not just that, I'm mourning it 4 years later

I guess it really is the stages of grief and I've lived in denial for 4 years because I simply just couldn't bring myself to believe a franchise that I have absolutely adored and poured all my love and trust... Kicked me back like that... And after giving me a movie that was everything I could've asked like... I just don't know how to say it and I'm sorry I'm using tumblr as a personal journal but I simply have to put it down for words.

Endgame for me was everything.

It reunited storylines, characters and even made dumb internet jokes canon

That's America's ass

I can still cry of joy and laugh at so many scenes I still remember softly so to admit it's actually garbage... Would mean I'd have to admit nearly 10 years of dedication have gone down the drain and everything I loved is now gone and my trust was severely used.

I'm broken

And for me personally it really just boils down to one fcking character

Sure I've seen talk about other characters but my main favorite, my all time beloved my just everything

Steve

Steve steve oh god I can't take it, I can see why they did what they did, they do have real life restrictions like the actors' contracts and the fact is a movie and just their plain open "white male writers" but... It's my Steve, I've been rooting for him and emotionally attached myself to him so bad

I still remember the fxking joy I had watching every movie, the absolute sheer glee when I was gifted an avengers vase because it had been everything to me

Steve's ending broke me and not just as a stucky shipper but a steve fan and a bucky fan and yes I absolutely knew stucky WOULD NEVER be canon like trust me I knew, never asked for it to be true, didn't even engage with the hashtag GiveCapABoyfriend but I at least expected them to end together as in friendship as in finally journeying together this new world after the main threat was finally over, their fight for each other finally welding results.

Now I have to live with Steve's BULLSHIT ending that not only breaks their own premise on time travel, it also breaks the foundation that is Steve, breaks everything that's been building up straight up from his introduction and literally the third fxking movie in this mega cinematic universe

And ofc since this is a connected cinematic universe of fcking course they have to rub it in my face.

I see you the falcon and the winter soldier and partially loki since he is directly from their disastrous time heist.

I'm starting to understand why I can't enjoy this anymore and only marginally have with production that have minimal contact with the source

Aka Eternals, Black Panther (although this mostly because of Namor and maya cultura and I am mexican so) and Shang Shi, I do get a punch in the gut like in Eternals and Shang Shi like everything goes back to normal as if fcking half the population did not just left and magically all went back and just everything was back to normal and just occasionally mentioned?

Bitch we couldn't stop talking about covid and has been the main topic for as long as it happened and it took years for it to truly just be a passing topic and these mf be like oh shame well carrying on

There's not a single movie I look forward to watching and I'm still debating on seeing the marvels and if I did it would just be out of curiosity but honestly now that I'm letting out my tears... I don't want to, i never liked how Carol has been handled, mind you, not her, I love her but her character has been severely butchered since her introduction and also at this point I don't even know what they are building and also now I'm not even sure I care.

I dread the next cap movie and thunderbolts because I know I'm going to see them wh0re out Bucky until his last breath as if he hadn't just being dumped by his best friend and only connection to the past, sure he can make new friends, Sam is but it's not the same you know?

I don't know what to do with myself and I have to keep it together and pretend I'm a functioning adult just doing their 9 to 6 as if my head isn't splitting in half

#rant #anti endgame

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flosalatus · 11 months

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@crucifixedsin x

Vash tries not to fidget, a protest on his tounge, cut off with a sharp hiss through his teeth as the other digs around in his flesh for the bullet.

He scrunches his eyes and nose against the ache, never as used to the sting of pain as he claims to be, just usually good at hiding when it hurts

The tension wound in Vash's muscles loosens with the plink of the bullet hitting the ground, tight expression falling into something between guilt and a pout, flexing his foot to make sure no nerves had been damaged, but not yet trying to pull his leg out of Wolfwood's lap.

The limb pulls paintfully, and Vash will likely have a limp tomorrow at least, but nothing feels permenantly damaged

"We both know I'd've been fine" He counters, bordering on petulant. "I am fine, that'll heal by tomorrow probbaly. You don't need to....fuss" 'To care' Honestly, the insistance on treating the wound had left Vash too off-guard and shellshocked to argue in the moment.

It wasn't...something people offered to do for him, let alone follow through on. Vash was used to treating himself, forced to simply let it heal with time if he couldn't reach a wound.

"Shots like that don't really hurt me they way they would a human, it's fine if I take the hits" He continues to insist, unsettled by Wolfwood's own attitude, what can only be called an aggresive concern.

#𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 (IC)#𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎 (Wolfwood)#𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 (V: Canon)

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361 days ago my mother kicked me out. 21 hours ago I started HRT.

the the most powerful and most beautiful #glowup ever

#mod w #answered #i am honestly just shellshocked by this ask #like... congratulations i am so fucking proud of you #i am so fucking proud of you you dont even know.#you give me and people like me (trans folks) hope #trans positivity #Anonymous

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two missions [REMAKE] | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: in which you and jeonghan go on an undercover mission to a gala to get info on one of south korea’s largest drug cartels.

ミ★ genre: undercover agents!jeonghan and reader, previous assassins!jeonghan and reader, humor, some fluff, some suspense

ミ★ warnings: spiked drinks, mentions of drugs, implications of murder, slightly suggestive

ミ★ word count: 6,469

ミ★ pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! in honor of my one year here on tumblr, i decided to remake my very first oneshot. i was originally planning to just delete the previous version of two missions, but it’s the first oneshot i posted and i feel like that makes it have some value. i will not be linking the original as i actually dislike it a lot so AJKGBRK i tried to make this more inclusive than it used to be as i feel that was a big problem in the first version, so i hope you guys enjoy this! happy one year of viastro !!

“So you’re telling me that your next mission is to be Jeonghan’s wife again? How do you survive when you have a raging crush on the man...” Mingyu whispers rather loudly through his mouthful of french fries. You immediately turn to glare at your pretty friend, smacking his arm. “Bitch! Why would you say that so loud? While you’re still chewing your fries no less.”

Mingyu giggles in response, putting a fry into your mouth to try and calm you down. You chew it nervously, glancing over at Jeonghan talking to one of your coworkers as they stare up at the menu. Your heart pounds against your chest as your eyes trail over him. His blue dress shirt is tucked into black slacks, and you take notice of his new undercut.

“I honestly don’t know how I survive. The time he slept at my apartment? I almost fucking died because of how nervous I was. My heart stutters whenever he smiles at me, I don’t know why Cheol keeps making me be his partner on our undercover operations.” You mutter absentmindedly, watching as he tilts his head while he tries to decide what to order. Mingyu rolls his eyes, now slapping your shoulder, making you let out a whine.

“Ow!”

“You know exactly why Cheol keeps pairing up the two of you. Not only because he knows of your little crush, but the two of you were both assassins before you became secret agents. Not to mention the fact that you look good together. That’s why Cheol makes you both a married couple whenever the operation calls for it.” Mingyu explains, and you purse your lips, turning back towards Jeonghan.

Jeonghan was transferred to your department last year, and the first time the two of you met was rather humiliating to say the least as you’ve never seen a man as beautiful as him. Not to say that your coworkers aren’t pretty, but Jeonghan was the only one to make your normally composed demeanor crumble. Mingyu still likes to make fun of you for it to this day.

“Everyone, this is Yoon Jeonghan. He’s the new recruit in our team, used to be a trained assassin but now he’s with us. He’s one of our strongest next to yn.” Seungcheol announces, eyes trailing over the eleven guys, squinting when he doesn’t find you among the crowd.

“Where’s yn?”

Joshua points towards the restrooms, “Yn went to the bathroom, you know how she always flosses after lunch.”

Seungcheol sighs, knowing very well how much you care about your dental hygiene. He’s about to dismiss everyone when the door to the bathroom shuts, and everyone turns to glance at you.

“Guys, we can’t ever have jajangmyeon for lunch again. Do you know how many times I just had to brush my teeth? Because it wasn’t pleasant-”

“Yn.”

“No, Cheol. You have to hear this cause I know how much you enjoy your jajangmyeon. Also, we have to talk about using the mini before you go spray bottles I got each of you for Christmas because I’m sick and tired of walking into the restroom just to have it smell like absolute as-'' You halt your movements when you finally look up from the floor, only to lock eyes with the most ethereal man you’ve ever seen in your life. His blonde hair is parted down the middle, falling a bit past his sharp eyes. His cheekbones are prominent, pairing well with his delicate nose and lips. He’s sporting an amused smile, and you audibly gulp at the sight.

“Yn, this is Yoon Jeonghan. He’s the new recruit.” Seungcheol introduces, holding back his own laughter at how shellshocked you appear. You realize that the rest of your coworkers are also trying to keep their composure due to their shaking shoulders, but you continue to stare at the angel in awe. Jeonghan finally raises his hand up and waves,

“Hi.”

You smile awkwardly and wave back, before hurrying over to Minghao and hiding behind him and Jun. You hear the two begin to snicker, and you slap their backs, feeling warmth flood your face.

“This is fucking humiliating.”

You find yourself smiling subconsciously when Jeonghan laughs at something Eunhee said, heart warm from the angelic sound. Jeonghan feels a pair of eyes on him, and he turns his head, only to lock eyes with you. Your breath hitches and you immediately turn away and rest your forehead onto Mingyu’s shoulder, making the latter laugh as he waves towards Jeonghan.

Jeonghan’s eyebrows furrow a bit at the affectionate gesture, but grins and waves back at Mingyu when the tall man greets him. His attention is demanded once he hears his order being called, and he turns back to the counter, attention suddenly focused solely on filling his empty stomach.

“You know you’re just humiliating yourself by avoiding eye contact each time he catches your eye, right?” Mingyu asks through his smile, and you squeeze your eyes shut, knowing that it’s true.

“Shut your whore mouth.”

“That was unprovoked?!”

You lift your head up once you hear the door open, catching Jeonghan leaving the McDonalds with Eunhee. “He’s so pretty I just never know how to act when we’re not on a mission.”

Mingyu chuckles and rolls his eyes, “How are you gonna survive tomorrow night this time, yn?”

You glance at the door Jeonghan just walked out of, sighing to yourself.

“I won’t.”

“You look so good!” Seulgi squeals as you step out of the stall of the restroom. You grin shyly, fixing the gun holster on your right thigh as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Thanks for doing my makeup Seulgi, this is so much better than anything I could’ve done.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Pfft, it was no biggie. I’m glad you asked for my help instead of Hyoon, honestly. Her makeup can be scary sometimes. I’ve been meaning to tell her that her eyeliner should at least touch the outer corner of her eye…” Seulgi trails off at the thought of Hyoon’s poor decisions in makeup. You giggle at her antics, before turning back to the mirror to look at yourself.

You eye the sheer corset of the top of the dress, trailing down towards the high slit of the silk emerald green skirt. You tilt your head to the side, adjusting the gun strapped to your thigh so that it won’t be seen. The bright crystal under each of your eyes reflects as it catches the light, and you let out a smile at the sight, thinking this might be too over the top for the gala.

“You know Seulgi, this is a mission to get more information on a drug lord. Don’t you think this is too much?” You ask, gesturing to your whole get up, putting a pause to Seulgi’s rant about Hyoon’s poor makeup decisions. Your friend smirks at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her.

“There’s actually two missions, yn.” You squint at her, and she narrows her eyes back at you.

You watch as Seulgi’s eyes brighten when a smile forms on her face, and she raises her arms up in the air. “To seduce Jeonghan so that the two of you will finally go on a date!”

You roll your eyes, shoving her slightly, causing Seulgi to let out a laugh. You open your mouth to tell her that she’s crazy, only to hear your phone beep in your clutch. Taking out the cool metal, you turn on your screen to find a text from Jeonghan.

“Ooo~ it's loverboy.”

“Shut your whore mouth.”

“You gotta stop saying that, yn.”

jeonghan: yn, i’m ready to go when you are. are you in the restroom on the eighth floor ?

you: yes i am !

jeonghan: okay i’ll be right there :)

Jeonghan puts his phone in his suit pocket, turning to glance at himself one more time. His emerald green blazer is over his velvet black turtleneck, paired with fitted black slacks. He eyes the silver necklace around his neck, looking at the charm that holds the tiny camera. Running a hand through his hair, he lets out a puff of air before leaving the restroom, heading towards the bathroom you’re at.

He turns the corner, seeing Seulgi walk out of the bathroom. He’s about to wave at her before he sees you step out and jesus fucking christ are those crystals under your eyes?

You’re giggling at something Seulgi said as you make sure your earring is on properly. Once you’re sure it’s secure, you turn your head, only to lock eyes with Jeonghan. You feel heat rush to your face as you take in Jeonghan’s appearance, finding him to be even more attractive than usual.

lord, i am not your strongest soldier.

“Hi.” You greet after a moment of silence passes between you three, and Jeonghan blinks out of his awed state, making you smile wider.

“You look beautiful.” Jeonghan blurts out, only to immediately turn away and bite his fist when he realizes he didn’t even return your greeting. Your eyes widen slightly, and you look down at the floor as warmth floods your face.

“Jesus Christ, just make out already. I’m taking my leave, I feel weird.” Seulgi announces, simultaneously making you and Jeonghan’s faces incredibly warm. She lets out a small, worried smile, “Make sure to be safe tonight guys, the target is at the top of the Cheol’s list for a reason.” Seulgi says, making sure to point at the both of you.

Jeonghan and you look up, giving your pretty coworker a thumbs up and saying you’ll be fine. Seulgi shakes her head a bit more urgently this time, and grasps your hand.

“I’m serious! This guy has eyes and ears everywhere, you have to make sure you’re at the top of your A-game. Look real husband and wifey, yn’s real identity is still unknown in this world of undercover agents and no one knows that Jeonghan joined hands with Seungcheol! Don’t mess up. I love you yn, you too Jeonghan.” You nod, making sure to look more determined. Jeonghan nods his head as well, giving Seulgi a thumbs up. She smiles softly, before finally walking off.

“Well, are you ready?” Jeonghan turns to ask you, and you glance at him. You take notice of the caramel colored eye contacts he has on, feeling yourself get lost in them as you nod your head.

“Let’s bust down this joint.” You say once you turn away, mustering the most determined look you can. Jeonghan chuckles into the back of his hand with a quiet, “So cute.”

“You make sure you stay beside me at all times yn. I know you’re fully capable of protecting yourself, as am I, but we work best when we’re together, okay?” Jeonghan tells you in the backseat of the SUV, staring at your gold dangly earring against your complexion.

she’s so pretty I can't believe this.

“You’re right. We should come up with a game plan though. What do we do if we end up having to be separated to learn more info? Or one of us gets caught, what happens then?” You ask, glancing up and finding the driver biting his lip nervously as he drives.

“Mingyu, I’ll be fine.” You say softly, and your friend stops biting his lip, only for a frown to take over his face. You let out a soft smile, before turning to look back at Jeonghan, who is still staring at your earring(?)

“Is there something wrong with my earrin-”

“We shouldn’t have to end up being separated, but if we do, make sure that the other is always in the other's peripheral vision. If you could, stay within an arm's distance.” Jeonghan cuts you off, snapping out of his mini trance in which he hopes you didn’t notice him blatantly ogling you. You nod slowly before he adds, “And neither of us will get caught. We’ll be okay yn.”

“We’re here.” Mingyu says from the front and you and Jeonghan glance out the car window to see that you’ve arrived at the hotel. You give Mingyu a reassuring smile, muttering, “We’ll be okay. I’ll see you later.” Before turning to find Jeonghan already stepped out of the vehicle, hand outstretched towards you. You smile and take a hold of it, letting him help you out of the expensive car. He flashes you a grin as you both head inside.

The walls are practically dripping in gold, and you find yourself in a slight trance at the sight of it. While you may have had many missions by this point, your reaction to these types of events has always been the same. You could never get used to the views you’ve seen.

Jeonghan glances over at you, letting a fond smile take over his face as he notices the look of pure awe on your face. Your mouth is slightly open as you let your eyes wander a bit, before remembering what you’re here for, promptly regaining your composure. Jeonghan turns his head to face forward, seeing the security check. You smirk slightly when Jeonghan hands them the fake invitation from his blazer pocket. The guards give the two of you a bow, letting you enter the gala after Jeonghan gets a quick pat down.

“You’re not armed right now?” You ask him in a small voice, eyebrow raised as you look at him. He lets out a sly grin, squeezing your hand.

“I snuck it past him, don't worry sweetheart- Hello!” Jeonghan quickly changes the subject as he greets an older couple. You let out a smile when you lock eyes with the target, letting Jeonghan take you over to their table. The couple smiles at the two of you, and you both bow before continuing to greet them.

“Hello Daehyun, how have you been?” Jeonghan asks the older fellow and he grins, “Business has been a bit slow as of recently, but it should pick up soon. I hired some new runners and I think their looks will persuade the customers to buy more. How about you? How’s business”

Jeonghan and the older couple begin some small talk while you glance around the room. You notice a few brooding looking characters at the table near the dance floor, staring at the female and male waitresses handing out drink assortments to all the guests.

“So, yn. Has Jeonghan here been a lot to handle?” Haeun asks you mid-thought, and you turn to glance at the older lady. Her hair has a few strands of white, but other than a couple wrinkles you wouldn’t be able to tell that she’s reaching the age of 68. You also wouldn’t be able to tell that this couple owns one of the biggest underground drug cartels in South Korea either, but that’s a problem you’ll take care of in a bit.

You giggle before shaking your head no, reciting the fake life you and Jeonghan had to memorize. You both quite literally had flashcards, quizzing each other on these fake identities and quirks you both have. He ended up crashing at your place that night since you both studied until 3 am. Mingyu and Minghao teased you later on about how that was basically a date, it took two weeks for them to quiet down on that matter.

“Would any of you like wine?” A waiter comes up to ask, and you turn your head to look at him. You see Daehyun and Haeun reach out for a glass, but the waiter maintains eye contact with you specifically. You notice something flash through his eyes for a second, and you raise an eyebrow. His lips quirk up in a small smirk, to which Jeonghan shakes his head.

“My wife and I would not be interested in a glass of wine.” Jeonghan answers with a sense of finality, his tone laced with a bit of venom that only someone who’s known him long enough would be able to tell. The waiter lets out a grin, bowing his head before stalking off to the next table. Jeonghan turns to look at you, and you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Yn, would you please accompany me to the bar? That waiter gave me a horrible glass of wine. I quite literally can’t swallow it down.” Haeun requests, and Jeonghan immediately intervenes.

“I’ll accompany you Haeun-” She raises up her hand, cutting Jeonghan off.

“I want to get to know yn. You boys keep talking about… boy stuff and I’m bored. It’s time for a girl chat.” Jeonghan looks at you and you send him a reassuring smile, patting his arm as a way to say, I’m okay.

“Well, alright then.” Jeonghan agrees hesitantly. He grabs your arm before you go, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “Remember what we talked about in the car. If you need me just shoot me a glance, I have a clear view of you from the bar.” He moves back, kissing your cheek and giving you a warm smile.

Your heart stutters in your chest, and it takes a moment for you to smile back at him, remembering that you’re in the middle of a mission right now. However,

he-he just SMOOCHED MY CHEEK.

“You lovebirds are still in that honeymoon phase, huh?” Haeun asks as you both walk towards the bar. You grasp your face since you feel your cheeks getting warmer, and she laughs at your reaction as you both reach the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Moët & Chandon.” Haeun tells the bartender as she takes a seat on the high chair.

You take the seat beside her and glance over at Jeonghan who is chuckling at something Daehyun said. His eyes lock with yours and he raises an eyebrow at you, to which you simply shrug back in response. He smiles before turning back to Daehyun. You look around a bit more before Haeun gets your attention.

“You know yn, I really love your dress. I remember when I was younger I wore that type of dress except it was a dark purple.”

“That must’ve looked so pretty on you Haeun. Do you have any pictures?” You ask and she sighs, shaking her head no.

“I wish I had some on me, they’re probably somewhere at home if you and Jeonghan would like to visit.” You simply smile as a response, knowing damn well you’d never attempt to go to their house.

“Your Moët & Chandon, and here is your Laurent-Perrier.” He hands Haeun her drink, while also handing you a glass. You raise an eyebrow at the beverage in your hand, “I didn’t order anything?” You tell him confusedly.

“On the house.” He answers with a charming smile, before turning around and walking to the other side of the bar.

“Well, thank you?” You say quietly, voice turning up at the end as if it’s a question. Haeun looks between you and the glass of champagne, before letting out a small chuckle.

“I’m taking that out of his paycheck.” Haeun jokes, and you grin in response. You turn your head to look over to the other end of the bar, finding the man making drinks for another couple.

strange.

“Surprised he didn’t see the ring on your finger though, it’s huge.” Haeun points out, distracting you from through thoughts. You chuckle, and take a glance at your left hand. The diamond glimmers back at you and you smile at it.

if only it were real, you think to yourself as you take a sip of the drink, finding yourself surprised at how light it tastes.

“This is actually really nice, he has good taste.” You say, gesturing over to the bartender, to which Haeun simply flashes you a close-lipped smile. What you are unable to notice as you continue to take sips of the alcohol, is the malicious intent behind the old woman’s smile.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

you really don’t feel good.

“To the restroom dear, I think you need to wash up a bit.” Haeun responds, hand pressed to the small of your back. She guides you to another hallway that you haven’t seen yet, and you find yourself even more confused.

“W-What did you do to me?” You ask, trying to push the old woman away, but you’re so weak that Haeun doesn’t even stumble. She doesn’t respond, continuing to drag your limp body down the hallway.

You enter a room that doesn’t resemble a bathroom at all. The room has dim lighting, there’s only a couch and a drink cart. It doesn't match the rest of the gala at all. You pout when Haeun sets you down on the sofa. She pulls out her phone and you cock your head to the side.

“This isn’t a bathroom.”

Haeun smiles at you, placing her phone back into her pouch. She reaches out and grabs your chin harshly, making you wince slightly.

“You think I wouldn’t know who you are, yn yln? Or should I say, Dahlia?” Your blood runs cold when not only your real name is spoken, but your alias as well. You stare up into her eyes, finding a dark smile on her face. “I can’t believe Jeonghan fell for your deceit. I imagine he’ll be heartbroken when you disappear, but alas. He’s a handsome man, he’ll find someone else.”

Haeun lets go of your chin, and pats your head before turning and preparing to walk out of the room. You stand up after her, but quickly stumble and fall to the floor. Groaning, you lay there for a moment as you try to force yourself to sober up.

“What are you going to do to me?” You slur out, and Haeun simply sends you a cold smile as she begins to close the door.

“You’ll find out.”

You lay on the floor for a few minutes, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them to try and fight whatever is in your system. You let out a groan, wondering how you could be so stupid to accept a drink on a mission. Your internal self hatred ends when the door opens, gaining your attention.

“Well, what a sight this is.” You look up to see one of the guys from the table you glanced at earlier in the night. Your vision turns fuzzy as he helps you up off the ground and places you on the sofa, both of his hands remaining on your shoulders.

“My, my, my. What a pretty thing you are. Tragic that you have to die.” He mutters, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“No.” You whisper, reaching up to move his hand away but he only catches it, pressing a kiss to the back of your wrist. You try and snatch it back but your body won’t let you move as strongly as you’d want.

“Any last words, pretty?” He asks, stroking your cheek. Flinching back in disgust, you finally manage to push his hand away, reaching through the slit of your dress to grab the gun.

“Oh? This is a surprise-”

He’s cut off once you kick him in the crotch with as much strength as you can manage, which isn’t much by the way, and he screeches at the impact of your heel. You stand up, wobbling a bit, before pointing the gun at his head.

“I may h-have gotten drugged. However, I won’t hesitate to shoot you in your goddamn ugly face if you touch me again.” You threaten, tone ice cold as you hit him with the butt of your gun. He immediately falls back, muttering obscenities at you due to the pain in his head. You make your move to escape, taking an abnormally long time to unlock the door. However, once you do, you wobble down the hallway, putting the gun back into its holster.

You know that in your current state, you won’t be able to escape the man if you don’t find Jeonghan. You only have a few minutes to get back to the main gala, but you can only hope that Jeonghan is already trying to find you.

“Jeonghan, please help me.”

Jeonghan is in a state of panic. He looked around for you when he realized you were no longer at the bar, excusing himself from his conversation with the target to search for you. He walks into the middle of the dance floor, pushing past the couples who are dancing. He doesn’t care about the mission anymore, all he wants is to find you.

yn, where did you go?

Jeonghan turns his head to see Haeun laugh with a group of men, feeling his breath hitch when he realizes you’re not with her. His instincts kick in, and he dashes towards the restrooms, opening the door to the women’s bathroom.

“YN! YN!?!” When no response from you comes, he curses, running out and going to another hallway.

You stumble, grabbing your head as you walk with your hand holding the wall. Your head is pounding and you want nothing more than to just lay down on the floor and sleep. You look around, seeing the color gold surrounding your vision and it makes you want to throw up. Groaning, you attempt to walk faster but it feels like you’re in quicksand.

“HEY!” The guy’s voice resonates through the hall, and you feel panic settle in as you try your best to walk faster. You hear the sound of running feet and you reach for your gun, only to hear a second pair of footsteps. You hear a grunt and the sound of two bodies colliding onto the floor. You turn towards the sound, seeing a head of midnight black hair hovering over the guy from earlier.

“Leave her the fuck alone Gwan, she’s mine.” Jeonghan growls, hand wrapped around the other’s throat. The man looks into Jeonghan’s eyes with a mix of fear and hatred, “She’s not yours Jeonghan. You’re not fucking married last I heard-”

Jeonghan lifts up his left hand, the gold of his wedding band shining brightly back at the piece of shit. The man’s eyes widen, and they practically bulge out as Jeonghan's grip on Gwan’s throat tightens.

“That’s my fucking wife. Know your place, Gwan. You know what I’m capable of, I can kill you in a heartbeat. You wouldn’t have the time to blink and your neck would be snapped.” Jeonghan hisses and the man coughs.

“I was just doing what Haeun told me to do.” Gwan wheezes out, and the black haired beauty bites the inside of his cheek. After a moment, Jeonghan lets go and gets off the man. Gwan stands up and sucks in a deep breath, face bright red from the lack of air. Jeonghan points at the man with dark eyes, “You tell Haeun none of this, I’ll handle her later.”

Gwan does nothing but nod, before running down the hallway. Once he turns the corner, Jeonghan turns his head to see you passed out on the floor. His eyes widen and he runs over to you. Kneeling down to check your pulse, a wave of relief washes over him once he feels your heartbeat respond back to him. Jeonghan reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, sending a text to Mingyu that he found you and needs him to come pick you both up at the west entrance.

“Yn… I’m so sorry.” He whispers to your sleeping form, furrow to his brow as he thinks of how anxious you must’ve felt. He reaches out and softly pats your head, wishing he was paying more attention to you so that this whole ordeal could’ve been avoided.

“Alright yn, I’m gonna have to carry you outta here. I hope that’s okay.” Jeonghan says to your sleeping form, placing an arm under your knees and another arm under your upper body. He lifts you up, and walks towards the west exit.

You open your eyes, only to shut them right away once the pounding migraine registers in your head. You let out a groan, rolling over and grabbing your pillow to cover your face. You sigh,

so comfy. i love my bed it smells so nice-

Pause.

You sit right back up, eyes wide open as you take in your surroundings. You’re in your apartment, but how in the hell did you get here? You do another double take once you realize you’re no longer in your dress, but in your Pikachu pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

“Why can’t I remember anything?” You mumble, climbing out of bed to go and grab acetaminophen from your kitchen cabinet to ease your pounding brain. You step out of your room, rubbing the back of your neck as you walk towards the kitchen. Still a bit sleepy, you reach up into the cabinet to grab some medicine, only to halt your movements.

Acetaminophen in hand, you step backwards out of the kitchen and glance over towards your living room, only for your eyes to widen when you see the head of black hair laying on your couch.

“Jeonghan?!” You gasp and he stirs in his sleep, rolling over to lay on his side. You immediately cover your mouth with your hands, as if it would erase the fact that you practically just yelled the man’s name.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You whisper to yourself as you back up into the kitchen once again. You lean against the counter, taking the medicine and drinking water to swallow it down as you try to think about the events that occurred the night before.

You went to the gala with Jeonghan and almost peed your pants because of how handsome he looked. Then the two of you met with the target and Haeun later took you to the bar. You ended up receiving a drink from the bartender for free, and then you vaguely remember holding a gun towards the man’s head?

“Holy shit. Did I get drunk and beat up a man?” You mutter to yourself, tilting your head as you try your best to remember last night’s events. You purse your lips with the knowledge that you’re not a lightweight. “I only remember having one glass though, so how could I have gotten drunk-”

“Your drink was spiked, yn.” You squeak from the sudden deep voice beside you, only to groan from the throbbing getting stronger in your head. Jeonghan gives you a small smile, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

He’s wearing the white t-shirt and gray sweats that Mingyu left at your house from the numerous times he’s fallen asleep on your couch. It’s a bit baggy on Jeonghan since Mingyu is tall, but it suits him so well. How does he manage to look so good in everything?

Wait.

“I was-I was what?” You’re absolutely dumbfounded at his statement.

“Haeun found out who you were. She thought you were tricking me so that you could make an arrest, as no one knows that I’ve joined hands with Cheol. You retired from being an assassin long before me, so Cheol thought no one would remember you. He was wrong.” Jeonghan explains, reaching out and swiping away the dried drool at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Warmth immediately floods your face from the contact, and you glance down at your feet. “Minghao and Joshua took care of it this morning, so they won’t be coming for you anymore.”

You stay quiet for a moment, wondering how it was possible that Haeun could’ve figured out your true identity. In your years of being a secret agent, no one has been able to discover who you were. Even when you were an assassin, you never showed your face or used your real name.

So how did Haeun know?

“Seungcheol is already trying to find out how Haeun knew who you were.” Jeonghan answers, seeming to have read your thoughts due to the worried expression on your face. You bite the inside of your cheek, before turning and walking over to the fridge, seeming to not want to discuss what happened any further. Jeonghan watches as you search your fridge, before you turn your head and hold up the box of Eggo waffles towards the pretty man.

“Want some?” Jeonghan smiles softly before nodding his head, holding up two fingers when you ask him how many he wants. You take out two eggs from the fridge afterwards.

“How do you like your eggs?” You ask and he shrugs, “However you make it is fine with me.”

It feels oddly domestic, all of this. Jeonghan thinks to himself as he sits himself up on the kitchen counter. He watches as you cook the eggs over-medium, quietly humming to yourself as you add salt. He cocks his head to the side when you suddenly freeze, watching as you turn to look at him with a questioning look in your eyes.

“Did you change me out of my dress?” You ask and he chuckles before shaking his head no. He lets out another laugh when he sees you visibly relax, before beginning to explain what happened.

“Seulgi was waiting here, so when we arrived she did all the cleaning up for you. She left afterwards since she had a mission in the morning, but she told me to take care of you once you wake up.” You smile at the thought of your best friend being so caring.

“Love that woman.” You mutter, turning back to the eggs. Jeonghan grins, feeling his heart warm at the sight of your smile.

He steps down from the counter once you put the last egg on the plate and turn off the heat of the stove. You wipe your hands on the towel, only to pause when you find yourself trapped between a pair of rather nice arms. You stare at your hands wrapped in the towel with wide eyes, unsure of whether you want to die or puke.

“C-Come here often?” You ask with a nervous laugh, turning around to face Jeonghan, only to immediately regret it because you just rubbed your nose against his. “You’re quite close.”

“I can tell that you’re bothered by how Haeun knew, but it’ll be okay. Seungcheol and the rest of the guys are on the case, you’ll be fine.” Jeonghan tells you in a soft voice, and you purse your lips, before nodding your head. The black haired beauty stares at you for a moment longer, finding you to be one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen, even if you’re wearing Pikachu pajama bottoms at the moment.

“I care about you a lot.” Jeonghan states after a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and he watches in amusement as your eyes visibly widen at his confession. You open your mouth, only to close it, then open it again, before deciding to just bite the inside of your cheek.

“I know that you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, but next time we have a mission, please be more careful, yeah?” You only nod your head as you’re unable to form any words due to the close proximity between the two of you, and Jeonghan smiles softly. He pulls away and grabs his plate, but not before pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead, giggling at how shellshocked you appear from the endearing action.

“Do you like me?” You finally blurt out, and the black haired beauty simply sends you a mischievous grin.

“Perhaps… I wouldn’t just kiss anyone’s forehead, ya now? However, the real question is, do you like me?” Jeonghan asks in return and you bite the inside of your cheek. He tilts his head as he awaits your response, about to lean in close to your face once more when-

DING!

“Oh, the waffles are ready!” You exclaim, shoving Jeonghan out of the way so that you can reach the toaster oven. You take out the four waffles, dusting some powdered sugar over them, while Jeonghan stares at you in disbelief, plate in hand as he does so.

“Did you just shove me?” Jeonghan asks with a laugh, and you give him a smile as an answer, turning away and walking towards your dining table, plate of waffles in hand.

“Okay, but do you like me though?” Jeonghan presses as he follows after you, and sits down in the seat across from you. You quietly take a bite of your waffle, finding too much enjoyment in the fact that Jeonghan is acting like a lovesick puppy.

Oh how the turns have tabled.

“Is that a yes or a no?” He asks once again, and you smile.

“Perhaps.” You respond teasingly, taking another bite of your waffle. He rolls his eyes at you and leans back in his chair.

“If I asked you on a date for this Saturday, would you say yes?”

You visibly halt your movements, making Jeonghan grin at the sight. Your brain is running a million miles a minute. Even though it was confirmed that your longtime crush likes you back, hearing him ask you out on a date makes you want to pass out.

“Yes.” You finally answer after a moment of you screaming internally, and Jeonghan smiles. He nods his head, taking a bite of his waffle as the feeling of warmth floods him.

“It’s a date.” Jeonghan states, cutting out the yolk from his egg and placing it onto your plate, knowing that that’s your favorite part. You hold back a squeal, nodding your head in response.

What Seulgi told you the night before rings in your head as you eat the yolk Jeonghan gave you, and you roll your eyes at the thought of it. You can’t believe the mission was accomplished.

“There’s actually two missions, yn.” You squint at her, and she narrows her eyes back at you.

You watch as Seulgi’s eyes brighten when a smile forms on her face, and she raises her arms up in the air. “To seduce Jeonghan so that the two of you will finally go on a date!”

Smiling to yourself, you glance up into Jeonghan’s kind eyes and say,

“It’s a date.”

The bright smile that forms on Jeonghan’s face from your response almost makes all the worries you hold in your heart disappear.

key word: almost.

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lovee-infected · 3 years

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So Merlin the goddamn great, smh but no ROOK LORE I AM FURIOUS! I STILL WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS

Warning: Spoiler alert!

Oooooofff the final episodes of chapter 5 did seriously explode the fandom I see, from the overblot Grim to our twst Merlin, everything literally everything about the end of this chapter was a big surprise but... This chapter has also brought up a considerably huge wave of drama along with it, which is basically because of Rook voting for RSA instead of NRC. I, personally, considered it to be just a reason to laugh and make a meme or two about this chapter and all. But looking at the fandom, I can clearly see that it's been causing some serious consequences, some fans/creators are leaving the fandom, there has been a couple of offensively worded Rook hate posts (small memes and jokes aren't counted) and there's ever a #RookIsOverParty on Twitter now.

Okay but, it was all cool and chill until it was just a joke. Can't you see? This happens in many fandoms! And is often a good chance to laugh! But...This is getting serious. A huge majority of this fandom (even Rook/Vil shippers and Rook stans themselves) are hating on Rook/Rook stans and fans are leaving, therefore I believe the situation needs to be clarified before it leads to more dramas.

Many of you had also requested a Rook analysis before sooooo- here we go!

First off, this episode did eventually give us a considerable amount of Rook lore although it wasn't as perfect as we wanted it to be. Most of us wanted to get to know him more, but I'd say focusing on all we've got already would do for now. But before that, let's talk about what exactly happened in chapter 5 and why are fand hating on Rook rn:

after the performances are voted on, it’s revealed that nrc lost to rsa by just a single vote. that vote turned out to be rook, who voted for rsa in favor of their own team as he was moved by their spirit. the whole nrc team is shellshocked (of course) and vil faints

it’s also later revealed that rook is one of neige’s biggest fans, possessing albums full of his bromides, going to each meet and greet, and even writing him anonymous fan letters.

Okay okay I know this was quite unexpected and resulted in NRC's loss, but before you say how much of a shitty character Rook is consider this:

1) He was totally honest with his opinion and thoughts.

One of the interesting facts regarding Rook's character design and presence in chapter 5, is how he played the role of both the huntsman and the mirror.

He was honest with his beliefs and decision, although it was against his friends. Just as how the mirror introduced Snow White as the fairest one of all although Evil Queen didn't want to hear of her.

This is also what Rook did, he judged based on his idealistics towards beauty. NOT because he's a screaming Neige fanboy and NOT because he disliked Vil.

Honestly, if there's one person whose judgement would be strong and on point, that'll be Rook and only him; in parts (2) & (4) we'll explain why.

2) His decision has nothing to do with his personal relationship with Vil!

Yes, he voted for RSA, but to assume that this means he secretly preferred Neige over Vil all this time and call him a betrayer now, that's wrong.

Look, if there one person who could judge NRC's process through the training sessions fairly, that'll be Rook. He's been there all this time, watching each and every second of Vil's coaching and team's progressing, note that he also helped Vil the most, this performance would've been impossible without his help!

But, he was also there when Vil lost it, when Vil's fear of not being the winner took over him and made him even try to poison Neige. At some point Vil was nothing like the perfect coach he was at the very beginning, and if Rook hadn't told Neige to escape who knows how terrible the whole think might've gone.

His decision, on the other hand, was HIS decision. He was asked to choose one performance, and he chose what he liked; that's all, no big deal. Note that the silly thing with the whole issue isn't mainly how Rook voted for RSA, it's also about how half of the audience as well voted for RSA which makes it sound almost stupid, this point will be explained in part (5)!

3) Have you all really forgotten what Rook is like?

I mean, come on this is what he is in general! This is Rook Hunt we're speaking of, one of the rarely known characters of the game and mister of surprises and unpredictable decisions!

Him being a Neige fan is no big deal, and I assure you, he probably stans a lot of other people else than Neige too. Don't forget that this is the same monseiur Rook who gave 100 points! to anyone who participated in NRC's VDC test, so there shouldn't really be a panic taking all over the fandom just because we know he stans Neige, Rook is one to greatly appreciate the concept of beauty in general, and Neige is one of the most famous and beautiful people in the whole twisted wonderland, so other than this being much of a snow white reference, it was totally expected to see him stanning Neige as well. Keep this in mind that just because he's a fan of Neige, it doesn't mean that he hates or he has betrayed Vil.

In Rook's point of view, there is no such thing as rivals in beauty, he just appreciates both Vil and Neige's beauty regardless of what's going on between them.

4) This chapter proved that Rook is indeed a perfect friend for Vil.

While there hasn't ever been a mention of a canon relationship between Vil and Rook, shipper may be happy to know that this episode didn't sink the ship at all. And if you judge and see through what happened in the right eye, you'll see it even shows how strong their friendship is.

Note that this wasn't the first time Rook criticizes Vil either, back in Vil's SR lab coat story he openly criticized Vil and said he's gonna get fat if he continued to eat like this. See? Rook never the once lied to Vil, he openly judges him, and his judgements are logical and on point.

Vil on the other hand is always working his hardest to improve, to become better and completer by each and every day that passes. He needs such a friend by his side to judge him nonetheless, a friend to judge him just like the mirror judged the Queen. But there's a difference, Vil accepts and appreciates criticism BECAUSE, he wants to improve.

A friend like Rook is seriously what he needs, Rook supported and helped him all the way as RSA was getting prepared for VDC, he could've just made them lose and by ruining their training sessions if he wanted to! Can't you see? He helped Vil more than anyone else, but didn't lie to him when it was the time to judge. Vil still has a long way to go, and Rook is aware. He wants Vil to see that he isn't yet complete so that he can become better than he already is.

That's it, that's what a real friend would do.

5) Twst needs to be more considerative toward story line and sudden reveals.

On the one hand, it's mainly fans who are exaggerating the whole issue and starting drama over a simple voting and all, but twst itself as well is partly guilty. This is such a huge and active fandom, each and every detail about the story can be super effective (ex: Sebek being half human, Malleus being an orphan, etc). After making RSA's Yahoo performance look super silly they worst thing they could do was to make NRC lose like this, meaningless, silly and helpless. Why?

Twst seriously needs to take details more seriously as they could've AT LEAST made this comparison sound reasonable by choosing a better and stronger song than a twisted version of Heigh-Ho.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with Rook voting for Neige, but seriously? Rook voting for Neige had to be a symbol of honesty and Rook's loyalty toward the concept of beauty itself and not Vil, not an stupid decision to make Rook prefer a childish song over NRC's wonderful performance and look like a helpless Neige fan boy.

-Sigh- Well, I guess that's all I had for now, hope I didn't miss anything. But anyway, the Rook drama is slowly getting overwhelming. There's nothing wrong with memes and jokes AS LONG AS THEY'RE JUST A JOKE- offending characters with clear intention and causing drama because of it is not okay. I know that was unexpected please remember not to exaggerate the story too much either!

#answered #starshiningsirius #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #Vil Schoenheit #Pomefiore #neige leblanche #character analysis #spoilers #epel felmier

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stuckonscenarios · 3 years

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Do you feel comfortable taking requests for Dualscar scenarios??? If so… how would he feel having a flushed crush on a human???

(so sorry if this is ooc; i’m not incredibly far into hs and have not gotten to the ancestors. i just read up on him and am doing my best. a lot of it is what i interpret might happen, so again, sorry-V)

Dualscar w a flushcrush on a human 💜♒️

-oh my. a flush crush on a human? he honestly feels a tad icky.

-don’t get me wrong; he think’s you’re incredible. you’re a work of art in his eyes, but a human

-he’s entirely confused on what to do. nothing like this has ever happened, not to mention to a highblood

-he’s shellshocked, if you will. (bad pun, i’m an egbert kin what do you expect)

-this is simultaneously the worst and best thing to happen to him.

-finally, he buckles and asks you out. for a high blood, he sure is nervous. he shouldn’t be, he knows. people bow at the sight of him, but it’s you for crying out loud!

-get ready for the pampering of a lifetime. this troll WILL spoil you rotten.

-and rip to anyone who even looks in your direction. mans. is. jealous.

-rip that 😺 ayy

-lovely pair, the two of you. congrats on your new boyfriend.

-v🔮

#orphaner dualscar #asks #anonymous #homestuck x reader #homestuck #mod v #so sorry #it’s probably so ooc.#orphaner dualscar x reader

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Broken Fight Part Two

Star Wars AU #13

Drabble from this dumpster fire of a time travel fix-it au

“General, please. What happened down there.” Cody begged.

General Kenobi stared blankly at the stump where his left hand used to be.

“I’m not...completely certain.” He finally responded, after an excruciatingly long silence, “The force did something very strange- I’m not... supposed to be here- this isn’t what I thought would happen. I’m somewhat at a loss.”

He pulled back the blanket to look at the place where his right leg used to be. Cody sucked in a breath at the sight. “Who did this to you.”

The general chuckled, face pulling into a dark grin; the commander shivered. The smile was... unfamiliar; it showed too many teeth and didn’t reach Obi-Wan’s eyes “Isn’t it obvious?” he drawled. “We were the only people in that clearing.” He jerked a thumb to point at Anakin, lying heavily sedated with a respirator in the bed nearby.

Rex stiffened, “I don’t understand...the General Skywalker I know would never-”

“He’s not the man you knew," Obi-Wan interrupted curtly. “I’m sorry to tell you this but Anakin Skywalker is dead. The creature wearing his skin- Darth Vader- is a Sith Lord who will not hesitate to kill you, everyone on this ship, or everyone in the republic to get what he wants. Vader is a formidable enemy and now that he’s back in a fully powerful body...I fear no force in the galaxy will be able to stand against him.”

Rex and Cody exchanged looks of horror.

“Sir... Skywalker can’t just be gone- there has to be some way of getting him back- the other Jedi maybe?” Rex tried to suggest but General Kenobi just let out a heavy sigh.

“Vader hates the Jedi, if you brought any of them within reach he’d kill them immediately. The only reason I’m still alive is because he wanted me to suffer because of what I did to him- did to him last time.” Kenobi’s hand clenched at the sheet. “His struggle to breathe now is an echo of that. The wisest- the most rational thing to do would be to kill him while’s asleep, slit his throat before he can burn the galaxy down.”

Rex gasped in shock, physically and mentally reeling.

Cody took a step back, alarmed. “...The Obi-Wan Kenobi I know would never give up on Anakin Skywalker.”

Kenobi let out another tired sigh. “I suppose I’m not the Obi-Wan Kenobi you know. I have his memories but... for all intents and purposes, he’s also dead.”

Cody grabbed at the front of the man’s tunic, pulling him up. “Who the kriff are you, then?” He hissed.

The man wearing his General’s face smiled sadly, “I go by Ben these days. I may not be the person you want me to be, but I am not your enemy.”

Cody bit back a scream, voice bitter and low as he yanked the imposter further out of bed, “If you’re not our enemy, then tell us how to undo whatever the fuck this is.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” Ben responded sorrowfully. “I don’t understand how this happened- I was dying, becoming one with the force when Vader did some sort of- dark ritual to bring us both to this point in time. I had hoped, for a moment, that it was a way of fixing what he regretted but-” Ben waved his stump around. “I think maybe he just wanted to kill everyone he hated a second time.”

“We’re not killing Skywalker,” Rex spat out angrily.

Ben nodded, “I can scarcely blame you. Nearly 20 years ago I myself had the chance to kill Vader and was quite unable to do so. I can hardly fault you for-”

“COMMANDER CODY! WHAT THE KARK ARE YOU DOING TO MY PATIENT?” A voice rang out, shocked. Patch ran to the bed and Cody dropped Ben as if burnt. He made a soft oof of pain as he fell back.

“General! Are you alright?” the Healer asked alarmed.

“I’m perfectly fine, Patch. The conversation just got a little heated.”

“You’re missing two limbs you Di'kut - you are not ‘perfectly fine.’ And you-” he whirled to face the shellshocked Commander. “What the sith hells were you thinking? Save it for the bunks, or at least not my medical bay, honestly.”

Cody bit his tongue.

“Understood.” Rex nodded at the healer, placing a restraining hand on the Commander’s shoulder. “And you-” he pointed at Ben “this conversation is not over.”

The figure in the bed nodded, “Of course. About Vader-”

“Let us worry about that. You just- you just stay here and avoid losing any more limbs.” Cody stalked away, Rex close at his heels.

“Force suppressing cuffs?” Rex asked grimly.

“Force suppressing cuffs. We have enough sets for both of them, gods help us.” Cody confirmed.

“...Commander, what are we going to do?”

Cody didn’t reply.

#star wars #my au #star wars au no 13 #broken fight au #time travel #angst #star wars au

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That Oblivious {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: This one was ridiculously fun to write! I got to incorporate one of my favorite little tropes that I’ve always wanted to put in a fic. Thank you very much for this request, Anon. I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: helloo! I'm not sure this is the right way to do this, (please tell me if it isn't and how to do it properly, and sorry!!) but may i request a legolas x reader where the reader is part of the fellowship, and merry and pippin make their mission to get them together because they noticed how they feel for each other? take your time and thank you!!

Word Count: 1,521

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: Noticing the connection between you and Legolas, Merry and Pippin attempt to get you to realize your feelings for each other.

Warnings: Some insinuations, fluff

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That Oblivious

“Pip! Have you noticed that?” Merry had run up alongside Pippin, returning after walking behind you and Legolas.

“Notice what?” Pippin was confused. He hadn’t seen any mushrooms, and no one else had done anything even mildly amusing in several days. To tell the truth, Pippin was beginning to get bored.

“Well,” Merry had that glint in his eyes that meant he was planning something. “I was behind Y/N and Legolas, and they were talking about archery and elves, rather boring things if you must know. However, they do seem like they might be good together. I think we should set them up!”

Pippin perked up. “I like that idea!” He thought back over the last several weeks with the Fellowship, remembering the glances one of you had snuck at the other when you didn’t think anyone would notice. How whenever you were going on and on about something boring, Legolas would be rapt with attention, and when he cooked you were always the first to praise his skills, even though they were rather mediocre.

“The only issue is, I’m not sure they know that they’ve fallen in love. This is going to take some work.” Merry was ready, though. He, like Pippin, had been getting tired of the mundane regularity of the journey.

“Alright then. Where should we begin?”

Merry slung his arm over his friend’s shoulders. “I was thinking we could start small.”

Coming back to the campsite with armfuls of firewood, you plopped it down next to the fire, and turned, wanting to go grab something from your pack. To your surprise, your stuff was not where you had placed it earlier.

“Y/N?” Legolas called to you from the other side of the clearing. “Why is your stuff next to mine?”

You jogged over to him to see that your bedroll had, in fact, been placed right next to his, and your packs were side-by-side. “I have absolutely no idea. I did not put it there.” You shrugged. “It seems like a pain for one of us to move, let us just stay here.” The elf nodded, and you went back to building the fire. Neither of you noticed the two hobbits congratulating themselves in the background, pleased that the first part of their plan had worked.

You awoke the next morning to the soft sound of breathing in your ear. Surprised, you jerked into a sitting position, and the arm slung across your body flopped back onto the owner. His legs, however, were still slightly entwined with yours.

“Legolas?” You were shocked to find yourself sleeping, snuggling, really, with the elf. He blinked awake, “Y/N? What- why are we sleeping together?”

You shook your head. “I honestly do not know. I woke up, and we were like this. Well, except your arm was around my waist, too.” He was blushing like mad, now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Our bedrolls were close together last night and somehow we must have shifted closer, and I’m a snuggler when I sleep…” He was rambling now.

“It’s ok, Legolas.” You were laughing at him at this point. “I did not mind, and it is not like we did anything wrong!”

“Ok.” He looked sheepish. “Shall we not speak of this to anyone else?”

You agreed and shook his hand to seal the deal. Rising, you separated your bedding and packed it up, then going around and waking everyone up to start the day. Hidden from your view, Merry and Pippin had been perched in a tree and seen you and Legolas sleeping.

“I cannot believe that did not work!” Merry was disappointed. “Do not worry, Merry! We still have many more plans to get to!” Pippin was rubbing his hands together in excitement. Clambering down the tree, the two hobbits pretended to come from the direction of their bedrolls, yawning as they walked over to you and Legolas.

“Morning, Y/N, Legolas! How did you sleep?” Merry was going to have a little fun with this and stifled a chuckle as the two of you looked everywhere except at each other.

“That was ridiculous.” Merry was furious as he plopped down on a rock next to Pippin. They had spent most of the day walking trying to put you and Legolas in situations where you’d realize. They had tripped you to make you fall into Legolas’ arms so many times that Aragorn was worried you might have a balance issue, and Legolas was worried about Pippin’s eyes given the amount they’d winked at him.

“We shall not give up yet!” Pippin was still very determined. “I have a plan.”

“Pip, your last six plans have not worked. It might be time to give up.” Merry was rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

“Nope! This time it’ll work, trust me.” Pippin was dead set on success.

Meanwhile, you were down at the stream with Legolas, Frodo, and Sam, washing off in the water. The males had kept their trousers on, and you had your chest wrappings and underthings to cover yourself, but the rest of the clothing was lying in piles on the rocks. As you were washing your hair, Frodo and Sam got out of the water and, after redonning their shirts, made their way back to the campsite. You were left alone with Legolas, and it was a little awkward, but fine. After rinsing your hair off, you turned back to the shoreline, intending to get your clothes and go warm up at the fire.

Your clothes, along with the elf’s, were gone.

“Legolas!” His head whipped towards you, water spraying as his wet hair moved. “Where are our clothes!” As he looked towards where they should have been, you could see his eyes widen. “I don’t know! I bet someone took them as a joke.”

“Well, we should go back to the campsite and see if any of our companions know of their whereabouts.” You exited the water, dripping without anything to dry yourself on, and rather cold in the night air. Legolas, emerging next to you, was determinedly not looking at your glistening body, how the drops of water ran along your smooth skin, how the soaked wrappings on your chest left little to the imagination and your underthings clung to your skin. You, in turn, were trying not to focus on how the soaked fabric of his trousers on his legs clearly outlined all his muscles, accentuating his already apparent strength.

Each trying to not stare at the other, you stomped back into the campsite to see your clothes lying next to Merry and Pippin by the fire. Stomping over to them, rather embarrassed to be this undressed out of the water in front of the whole group, you grabbed your trousers, yanking them on, and pulled your tunic over your head.

“Why did you steal our clothes?” You were mad. Very mad. And, judging by the expression on Legolas’ face, he was too.

“In our defense, you weren’t supposed to just come right back when you found out your clothes were gone,” Pippin muttered. “What?” Legolas, with his keen elven ears, had heard him. “What else would we have done?” You were confused and didn’t notice the smirks on the faces of everyone else around the fire. Pippin was about to retort but thought better of it. Instead, he and Merry came and sat across from the two of you as the rest of the Fellowship looked on. You were a little worried by the seriousness on the two hobbits’ faces.

“Y/N, Legolas, we have something to tell you.” Merry was a little exasperated, but Pippin looked as if he was desperately trying to hold in his excitement.

“What?” You gestured apprehensively for them to continue.

“Y/N, you are in love with Legolas.” Merry looked delighted with himself after speaking. An immediate guffaw was heard from Boromir, seeing where they were going with this. You, meanwhile, were processing this statement in shock.

“And you, Legolas, are in love with Y/N.” Pippin looked just as pleased with himself as Merry had.

You and Legolas were sitting there, shellshocked. You came to a conclusion first.

“By the Valar. I am in love with Legolas!”

“And, somehow without my knowledge, I’ve fallen in love with Y/N!”

The twin looks of shock on your faces were too much for the rest of the Fellowship, after attempting to hold it in, they all collapsed, laughing.

“What kind of confession did we just witness?!” Aragorn was possibly dying of laughter.

Boromir agreed. “How can two beings possibly be that oblivious?!”

Ignoring them, you looked into the eyes of the elf. “You love me? Really?”

He nodded. “It snuck up on me, but yes. I do.”

“I love you too, Legolas.”

He lifted his arm with a delighted expression, gesturing for you to scooch closer. Doing so, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder, content to sit there with him and watch your friends roll around on the forest floor, still consumed with laughter.

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @boyruins @itgetsatadhazy @anjhope1 @hey-its-nonny

Legolas tag: @sheriffgerard

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