#i cant sleep partially because my day off never lasts as long as i want it too. it slipped through my fingers. i had a lot of fun though

[oscill4te]

i know progress isnt linear and shit its a mountain or whatever tf the quote is. But when your on the low side again it makes you feel like you wont achieve those wins again anytime soon (even though i know i will- I just have to manifest it through my actions.)

[truly-a-snitch]

Hi! Hi! I just discovered your blog and I have a request. So can I request Ranpo, Sigma and Dazai with a s/o who is like really calm and reserved in public but when they're alone together you can't separate them. Like a clingy, touchy, overprotective s/o who is reserved in public or at work. BUT if anyone hurts their partner they will go to war!! THEN afterwards come home and cuddle with them.

🍬 - Idk if you do the emoji things but I'm signing off with this one.

(You can just ignore this if you want, NO PRESSURE)

this is actually so cute. me and who

this sorta turned into just ways they show affection sorry i got carried away. jn my defense i love these three

warnings: none !! this is fluff but only sort of partially answers the prompt oopsies

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Ranpo, Sigma, and Dazai with a reserved but affectionate S/O

Ranpo

ranpo is very affectionate no matter where you go so you two could not be more different in that regard

like. at home ? hes never not in your lap. shopping ? your arms Will be linked together (so he doesnt lose you, in his own words). at work ? he sidles up next to you and slings his legs over yours while he begrudgingly does his paperwork

he doesnt mind that youre more reserved when it comes to pda !! he knows how to tone it down when he gets to be too much

he just has a lot of love to give ok :-(

ranpo is 100% the type to just like. after a long day he will very dramatically splay himself across your lap and be like "ughhh im dying of boredom..... blehhhhh........."

his favorite activity is laying on top of you and demanding that you entertain him (any means possible) (especially reading to him)

he BITES !! leaves hickies on accident sometimes (he says hes sorry but like. is he really) and he encourages you to bite him right back fr. hes so silly i love him

admittedly he is a little upset he cant be as affectionate w you in public but he loves u enough that its ok and he makes up for it by not letting go of you from the moment you get home to the moment you go to bed

has fallen asleep in your lap before. also has fallen asleep on top of you on the couch before. haha good luck getting up you cant youd disturb him

congrats on the cat boyfriend btw

Sigma

silly... as somebody who runs a casino (yes he still runs the casino in my head. canon can get bent) he is very very busy, so he understands that there simply may not be time or energy to dedicate to him during working hours

affection shared between him is often that tired sort if only because after a full day the last thing he wants is something high energy

seeing as he spent a lot of time around fyodor, public physical contact of any kind is probably still a taboo hes deconstructing, so hes very much grateful that you arent really big on pda yourself (if only because he doesnt feel ready for all that at this point in time)

he likes to just lay against you, or hold your hand while he does his paperwork :3

big on forehead kisses. he loves them okay. the inherent tenderness of it makes him forget how to speak for a little bit he gets So flustered its actually the cutest thing ever

sigmas also a big big fan of massages (he runs on energy drinks, stress, and pure unfettered anxiety okay. i bet his muscles are Stiff)

and if you give him coffee...? doesnt matter if u made it or not. you are Getting Kissed

sleeping next to each other,, sleepy kissing,,, naps together,,,, top tier

sigma likes to just sit on the couch and watch tv with you. lay on him right now do it. diy weighted blanket

he treats you with fancy schmancy meals from the casino kitchens. you guys get to have date night where its just you watching tv and eating good food and drinking wine (hes a white wine guy you cant tell me otherwise)

Dazai

dazai isnt super affectionate in public, hes sorta similar to you in that regard, but he still has to be touching you almost all the time

HES SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT TOO his love language is annoying you so he will find the most inconvenient ways to Just Barely Touch You so that you have to talk to him and tell him to stop

getting home tho you get to literally watch the mask melt away. you sit down on the couch and he immediately just relaxes into you, he is ALL over u

(pspsps play with his hair. and like gently run ur nails over his scalp a lil bit. he gets so so sleepy when you do that)

dazai is so NEEDY w affection but he knows how to act like he doesnt want/need it in front of other ppl

if ur in private and ur not actively giving him attention. he will stare at u for a bit before practically tackling you. bro sprawls

hes not like AGAINST pda btw i forgot to touch on that its just that he prefers to be more private with his genuine romantic endeavors :3 like hell annoy you on purpose in public but behind closed doors hes a softie fr

dazai also bites as a love language like ranpo does but dazai is always careful not to accidentally bite too hard (ranpo may not give a fuck but dazai certainly does)

he rly likes laying on top of you. fair tbh laying on ur s/o is better than therapy

anyway overall hes very much like. purposely annoying or embarrassing in public but hes much more romantic behind closed doors

[wisherbysharlight]

WHAT IF... SANDERS SIDES BUT MAKE IT A TROPEY TEEN BEACH AU

Endgame!LAMP. Dukeceit, Remile

Just 2k stream of consciousness words from a plunny that grew legs TW for v slight underage drinking, one joking mention of violence, and a non-specific discussion of intrusive thoughts

-Janus has just moved there because his parents wanted to start a new "adventure" and he is a Stereotypical Teenager. Very "ugh MOM I wanna go back to my FRIENDS for my LAST SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE"(most of his friends suck. He should not spend time with them. He does not know this)

His Parents buy him a surfboard and tell him to try it out as a way to get him to Shut Up

Hes a Skater Boy(cue music) so he picks it up super fast from like,,, youtube videos

 -He gets told to Get a Job if he wants to like, keep buying surf gear?

All the local kids work at like one restaurant/yacht club type place right on the beach

Janus gets hired as a host

 -Logan is a beach badge checker, Patton, Roman, and Remus are beachfront restaurant waiters but Roman just Really Wants To Surf, Emile and Virgil are Lifeguards, and Remy is a bartender

 -Janus is Very Good At Customer Service because Fake Smiles

Patton recognizes this Immediately

He shows him the Rage Closet which is a tiny room with an arm chair that locks from the inside where you can punch a pillow on your break when it gets to be Too Much

-Janus is Attached now and there is no getting rid of him

Patton Fully Endorses this and introduces him to the rest of the group

Janus Knows Immediately that LAMP is In Love but says nothing because he aint no snitch

-Remus surfs, but he also always wear a thong while doing it

Roman wears a full wetsuit and somehow still gets Board Rash. Remus is somehow immune and it infuriates him

 -Janus, not knowing that the twins live right on the beach cuz they are RichTM: Hey Ree I kinda wanna learn how to surf would you be able to teach me 

Remus, who religiously watches Janus surf every morning, but is absolutely willing to play this game: Yeah absolutely

Patton, later: “lets rinse off at the twins they’re right here” Janus: theyre.... What?!

 -Meanwhile, elsewhere, Virgil and Roman are double teaming Logan to drag him into the water with them cuz he’s pouting about losing a debate with their manager about how he didn’t really be mean to the dudebro who wanted to get his buddies onto the beach without paying, he was just enforcing the rules. And if the dude was so offended by Logan’s Very Accurate Dragging that he complained to management then, well, that’s his problem not Logan’s

 -Logan is never without a book. Ever. And its always a different book. Janus is starting to think he owns a library

One day he is just... reading a Physics textbook. Not taking notes or anything. Just reading. 

Roman is Very Very Alarmed by this because he is Gay and Math is Scary

"Roman I'm also gay that is not a determining factor"

"Yeah but you can't drive"

"...fair"

 -the first time janus has a shift with the twins, he cant stop staring, not just because hes like,,, super attracted to Remus but also because they are like Chaos Incarnate and yet somehow get the most tips??? He doesn't understand???

It's just cuz they are both Huge Flirts and Flatterers and the patrons dont care that they're not-so-subtly beating the shit out of each other right there on the dining floor because theyre just so charming

 -one of the bartenders gets aggressively snapped at by a customer and called "sweetheart" and before Janus can even begin to react Remy is there, sunglasses off, fire in his eyes, telling them to settle their bill and get the fuck out

Janus, used to City Restaurants- "Wont you get in trouble with the owner?!"

Remy, who knows Nothing Else But This- "What?? Not likely I only did it cuz Thomathy wasnt here to do it himself"

 -the restaurant is closed Monday and Tuesday so that is the Pseudo Weekend for the staff where everyone hangs out at the beach

Emile and Virgil take Tuesdays off but still work Monday’s cuz they feel better being the one watching over their friends

 -Roman, staring at Virgil on the lifeguard stand: ugh he’s so pretty I almost wish I was drowning just so he could give me cpr 

Janus: you wanna potentially get your ribs broken just for lip contact? 

Remy, staring at Emile on the lifeguard stand: listen, if that’s what it takes, I’ll take it

Remus, immediately going up to the lifeguard stand because he has 0 impulse control: hey my brother and cousin want you to break their ribs 

Virgil and Emile: excuse me?????

 -Patton will literally spend hours in the water. Logan physically drags him out to put sunscreen on him every two hours to the minute. Patton does not admit that he purposely "forgets" just so Logan will do so

Logan is Dark and has never used sunscreen ever but Patton is so pale and he just gets so concerned about him. Patton thinks its adorable

He has pages of research on proper spf determination.

Roman and Remus use spf 15 just on their faces and have never once burned in their lives

Logan wants to submit them for scientific study because that shouldnt be possible

Virgil calls Logan out on the fact that he also should be wearing sunscreen and Logan like... blue screens he cant believe in all his research he missed that

 -Patton is like... a ridiculously strong swimmer. Virgil still has a heart attack every time he goes for laps when there is the slightest hint of an undertow

Patton Knows This so he tries to stay in Virgil's sight line for the most part if there is an undertow. Or just dives over the waves again and again.

His nickname is Ariel. He thinks its just cuz of the swimming and the fact hes a red head. LAP all separately also tack on that its the swimming, the red hair, and the hnng pretty 10/10 would follow out to sea ala Prince Eric

 -first beach bonfire Janus goes to Remy is Fully In Emile's Lap like... half an hour in

he has had like maybe a sip of a beer

Remus says he still claims this is because he is a Clingy Drunk

no one will call him on it, least of all Emile

 -there is truth or dare. Roman may or may not skinny dip you have no proof

 -Logan gets infuriated that he cannot roast a marshmallow properly

Patton does it perfectly every single time but its ok cuz he shares and Logan eats it right from his fingers and Roman and Virgil are just in the background Trying and Failing not to be the Most Jealous

Patton thinks theyre upset they didn't get marshmallows and makes some for them too and there is lots of Significant Eye Contact involved

Janus is going to spontaneously combust if they don't get their shit together

 -Janus is out walking on the beach one night on a full moon cuz he cant sleep with everything so quiet around here when he sees a bright green patch out in the water and goes ...wait

he calls out to Remus and he comes into shore and is like "waves are perfect at night you should join me" so janus goes back and gets his board and they surf and chat for like the entire night

Janus finds out Remus couldn't sleep cuz intrusive thoughts were keeping him awake

Janus listens and doesn't judge, just lets Remus talk it out

They go back to shore and fall asleep on the sand next to each other like mid sentence still talking, now about whatever creative business idea Remus had, and get woken up by Logan's morning rounds like "come on guys you know you're not allowed to sleep out here" but they dont care theyre both just *blushing emoji*

-Logan Always Has A Notebook right? And a regular book he reads. And everyone assumes they are like Notions and Observations, but no, it’s actually blank paper and he uses it to sketch and then one day he leaves it behind and someone either Virgil or Patton finds it and flips through it and it’s all sketches of them and Roman and they’re like??? Actually really good? Anyway that’s how they find out Logan is actually minoring in art even though he’s majoring in something Very STEM 

And he never told his best friends because like almost all his pre college art is Them and he doesn’t want to be caught having Feelings and by the time it gets to college it’s been too long and he can’t tell them now 

Roman takes one of the sketches of him surfing and makes it his profile picture on All Social Media He Has and Logan is so flustered he nearly breaks his damn phone

Patton is so offended he didn’t get invited to Logan’s first showcase that he doesn’t talk to him for like two whole hours 

Virgil quietly asks if there is any art of all four of them, finds out there is, and makes a print and keeps it on his bedside table

 -They are all Pining Outwardly Now and its Worse

 -Remus : you have known them since pre-k please ask them out I beg of you 

Roman: You just dont get it 

Remus: I asked Janus out after 4 weeks what is your problem

 Emile: Virgil, I love you, you are my Partner in Anti-Drowning but you are so stupid 

Virgil: What???? All I said is that you and Remy are really cute and I'd love to be in a relationship like that 

Emile: I am not a violent person, Virgil, but I have the strong urge to smack you

 Patton, in the Rage Closet: They're all just so hOT and ReSPEctFUL 

Janus, waiting for his turn, trying to act like he cant hear him: I Am Looking Elsewhere

 Logan: I just don't understand why they were more upset that I didn't tell them than that I'd been making art of them for years?? Shouldn't that second part be worse??

Remy, who has been partial to Every Single One Of AMP Waxing Poetic About Logan: Yeah, no idea /s

 -the twins get into a surfing competition as a pair and everyone goes to see them and support them

Thomas airs the competition on every tv in the restaurant cuz he’s Proud of his Bois

They WIN cuz they are Creative and Talented and came up with all sorts of crazy tricks while they were fucking around in the water but it earns them Major Bonus Points for originality

 -Roman does the run off the podium and into Love’s arms trope with just like... whoever’s closest lets go Patton because he is a Waif and forced himself up front so he can see

The other two are Devastated because well shit but then Roman pushes through the crowd, still holding Patton’s hand, and gives them this smile and is like “remember in like second grade when we said we’d do everything together and made a pact on this beach”

Analogical: uhhhhhh yeah

Roman: holding you both to it. No take backs. This counts. Now kiss me, dammit, we WON and they DO MANY TIMES AND ITS REAL CUTE

 -Meanwhile dukeceit have Mysteriously Disappeared and No One wants to be the ones to go find them. They show back up, eventually. Janus has a branch in his hair and remus' hair is sticking straight up and when he opens his mouth roman glares at him and tells him in no uncertain terms that they do not want to know

 AnYWaY these are my children and I will gladly answer any questions about them. I left out Janus Backstory and Creativitwins Angst and Many Individual LAMP Scenes and Remile/Dukeceit getting together and Epilogue but can absolutely provide such things on request

[djarinsidebitch]

Mandalorian & Flyboy

A/N: yes I know that other Mandalorians can take their helmet off but lets just say that reader cannot  Word count: 3.4k

As the war against the first order dragged on rumors about where the information gained on the first order started to pop up. When communication officers let it loose that there hasn't been any major intelligence missions in over 6 months. Rumors of a spy in such deep cover that the resistance cant even know, others of the information being bought from outside sources, Poe himself is caught listening into the base gossip. When he asks Leia she just shrugs it off going back to the task at hand. If he didnt know how good of a lier the General is he would have just let is slide, he kinda did shaking off anyone who asked the elite Commander what he thought just continuing with missions ‘The information isn't putting us in danger so why think about it’ he remembers remarking to a group of newer pilots when they again were asking about the rumors.

The idea almost completely left his mind when he caught a glimpse of Painted Beskar retreating into the forest from a back entrance of the hangar where he was working on small repairs to his x wing, it took a few seconds for him to process what he saw, or thought he saw; A Mandalorian some of the best warriors in the galaxy but very few are left they have become more of myth some believing that they are all gone. A possible mandalorian sneaking out of the base… the General. “Fuck!” he exclaims shooting up running to the general’s quarters expecting to see the worst he burst in only to see the General looking over a data pad  “poe is there a reason you are bursting into my quarters at this hour?” she asks he sputters “I-I there was someone who left your quarters that i had never seen before” he breathes out putting his hands on his waist “I wanted to make sure you were ok” he nods  now feeling slightly embarrassed “Poe no one was in here, get some sleep you have been working to hard” leia says calmly shooting poe from her quarters.

Poe left to his own quarters even more confused he could have sworn that he saw someone, something, leave from the base but tried to put it to the back of his brain ‘I am just tired’ he repeats in his mind going through the motions to go to sleep; which is just pulling off his clothes throwing them over on a chair in his room then flopping onto his bed. He fell asleep but it was almost like his head just hit the pillow when the morning call came out over the loudspeaker waking him up. He goes through the motions of getting up and ready BB-8 rolling around waiting for Poe, as a commander he was ordered to a mission briefing it was based on new information on trade routes used by the first order. Hearing this poem\ is thinking again about what he saw last night.

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Poe decided that he wanted to get to the end of this person that has been in his mind, once a week he watched from behind his X-wing when a Mandalorian snuck into base went to where the general’s quarters where for about an hour then would sneak back out. Then the next day he would have a meeting about new information on a different topic. He finally had enough after a month and a half of watching the Mandalorian in there painted and dirty beskar mysteriously come and go in the base he went to the leia to get answers without starting even more rumors not everyone like mandalorians seeing them as brutish or savage like bounty hunters who care on of credits.

After a mission brief he stayed behind as everyone except Leia left “General” he asked, gaining her attention from the holotable “Yes Poe is there something you need?” “Well yes, who is the Mandalorian I keep seeing leave the base” he cringed at himself at being so brash. Leia let out a sigh shaking her head slightly “it seems you met my new opritave” “He is resistance?” “SHE is a bounty hunter and informative as to what is going on in the underworld” leia explains briefly not giving up to much information “Why work with bounty Hunters how do we know she isn't just selling our information to the first order” he responds confused “the first order along with the empire killed off most of the mandalorians and mandalore, those who survived mostly don't want to work for the first order unless they really need the credits. And i know her she may be in a dark line of work but her heart is true” leia turns off the holotable going to leave the conference room also leaving poe with new questions ‘why are you helping the resistance; how much are you getting paid’ the resistance already has low funding so how are you getting paid at all ‘have you done anything else than just gain information for the resistance' poe  could feel himself get frustrated with this and mentaly decides that he is going to talk to the Mandalorian and get some answers.

When it came time for your weekly meeting with Leia you transferred the information into her data terminal while chatting with the general, more like she talked and you listened, nodded or gave small replies. As you leave the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, someone is near, your strides pick up slightly leaving the base of your ship. Taking the long way to your ship you catch a glance of someone following you so hiding behind a tree waiting for the assailant to walk past you, just like baiting a trap he walks past you and in and instant you grab him putting the man into a choke hold while holding your trusted baster to the side of his head.

“Why are you following me” The distorted voice grunts through her helmet, poe puts his hands up in surrender “I just want to talk i've been watching you come and go and i just want to know who you were” he chokes out looking in his peripheral vision and is met with an emotionless visor staring back. You losen the grip on his neck dropping your arm but only to search his body for a blaster “i didnt come armed im not stupid your a madalorian” a dejected sigh is herd through the helmet as you go to sit om a fallen tree and motions with your blaster towards a stump near her. Poe gets the message and sits there is a silence when she finally takes a deep breath “i you are just going to stare i have better things to do”   “Wait not, shit ok, i'll just be straight forward, Why are you helping us, the resistance; bounty hunter normally don't care about any of this just about what keeps their pockets filled”  You are visibly irritated by the off hand comment about bounty hunters “I am not most Bounty hunters, but it seems you are like most flyboys nothing more than moof milkers who think just because they can fly a star fighter they are important” The mandalorian stands holstering her blaster “be glad i didn't put a hole in you fly boy” You growl out stomping away to your ship.

Poe sat there cursing himself he just insulted a mandalorian, not just any a really hot, resistance fighting Mandalorian “leia is going to kill me”

Poe thought it was safest to stop watching you when you came to the base not wanting to anger you more. Until he was asked to meet with Leia on the day you make your drops. He knew it wouldn't be good so when he walked in to see the general and you sitting there you more just leaning against the wall your visor felt like it was staring into his soul “Poe i thought you should properly meet our friend after your stint in the woods” she says almost standing between the two of them “how?”  “I told her moof milker” You snear “(Y/n)” Leia scolds the mandalorian. “If you are going to be so interested in my dealings enough to follow her to her ship you might as well know who she is to the resistance” she continues  “(Y/N) here is a bounty hunter and spy for the resistance her father helped with taking out groups of imperial loyalist shortly after the fall of the empire.” as she started talking about her past briefly he looked over her leaning form her armor had blue grey paint over parts of her helmet, her shoulder pauldron had a mud horn on it, the rest of her armor was silver beskar that was slightly worn from years of use and he can see the top of a pack that matched the silver beskar partially covered but and small cape. “She is here to help us gain information on the first order without having to put our numbers at more risk, she can get more done than a full squad of fighters can and we don't have the numbers anymore.”  “I can also get places you can’t” you grunt out and stands walking over to stand in front of poe looking him up and down behind your helmet and thinking ‘he isn't to bad looking’ “(Y/N) Djarin” you sat curtly “since you are so interested in my work why don't you join the general in my drops” poe can hear the smirk that is placed on your face before you walk out of the room surprisingly quiet for how much armor you are wearing he stared as you left amazing by your voice and thinking over your name in his head “Close your mouth dameron before you catch flies; you are dismissed” she calls out to the dazed pilot shaking her head. Poe just nodded taking a deep breath walking to his quarters BB-8 was waiting outside of the door waiting for his master “Hey buddy” he starts to talk about you to his little buddy “an her name- buddy her name is so pretty” he says dreamyly

Over the next few week he started going to meet the general and (Y/N) he even started to talk to her outside of the meetings walking back to her ship and a few transmissions here and there at first it was just him rambling and you putting your input in here and there but as you got closer you started opening up your family growing up losing your mother at a young age and traveling with your older yet younger brother and father then when he settled down and took off the helmet for good and you put it on changing some things slightly. Talking about visits to your dad and brother between work was the thing that got you really talking, only stopping when you realized you had reached your shipe 5 minutes ago. Poe found out that for a scary bounty hunter you are a dork and he loves it when you realize you have no idea how to truly socialize with anyone that isn't your family or poe. He prides himself on the small chuckles and breathy laughs he can get out of you. If he didn't know better he would think that this flyboy had a shot with this badass woman he has fallen for following her around like a lost dog whenever he could.

You had started to come to base more than just once a week for Poe so when you and him out in the forest surrounding the base and you both hear explosions and the tell tale signs of Tie’s you both jump up running towards the base. It is the First Order they found the base and was able to surprise attack the base X-wings were already scrambling to get in the air. Poe calls for BB-8 while running to his X-wing jumping in getting into the air.

Stormtrooper transport land and whole battalions of troopers unload the battle is in the air and on land You use your two blasters and jet pack to take out hoards of troopers. Once landing you hold out your arm activating your vambrace flamethrower keeping the troopers away from you one shoots you the blaster deflecting off of your shoulder pauldron then you deliver a front kick to another while almost nonchalantly shooting two more troopers. Over the speakers a coded message rings out that was the message to retreat most officers fall back to get onto transports and get hasmany supplies and important information as possible. You try to give as much time as possible to the resistance to get to safety you picks up a larger blaster that one of the dead troopers had and used to to hit more enemies as possible you watch out of the corner of your eye three tie fighters chasing a familiar Black and orange X-wing before the Ties shot it down and it goes down into the forest “No!” you yell, shooting the last troopers she can and take off running towards the towers of smoke rising in the trees.

You run as fast as possible to the crash site hoping Poe is ok. When you get there it is not a pretty sight flames almost cover the entire ship you pull open the cockpit and your eyes widen poe is limp in his seat you pull out your vibro blade form your boot using it to cut him out of his harness pulling him out of the wreckage and presses the button to release his droid pulling him as far from the wreckage right before the ship blows and you cover his body with yours grimacing as shrapnel imbeds itself into the spaces between the plates of armor. Once the explosion stops and it's safe you look down at poe blood blossoming on his abdomen and body “poe” you call out trying to shake him awake; he just shakes limply under your hands you reach to feel a pulse but you can't sense anything “No Poe wake up” you call out tears welling in your eyes blurring your vision “It's not funny poe come on wake up” your voice breaks and you try to do chest compressions anything but nothing changes. BB-8 watches as you try to recestate Poe and responds with sad beeps missing his master. You ripp of the helmet and you feel like it's suffocating you as tears stream down your face mixing with the dirt and sweat on your face. You have felt pain but nothing like this sobs rake your body shaking with pain gripping onto poe “You- You can't do this to be dameron, you can't leave me now” you are blubbering now not caring if any one sees you it feels like a part of you had died.

“You- Fuck- Your so beautiful even- e-even with tears” Poe rasps out barley awake staring at your face contort to confustion then passing back out.

Hearing him makes you jump up grabbing your helmet, slipping it on and then picking up poe running calling out to BB-8 “Come on we gotta get back to my ship!” You  jump over logs, adrenaline coursing through your veins pushing your body to its limits, not caring how much you are gonna hurt in a few hours, just focused on saving power. You see your ship and slow reaching to press the button on your brace to open the cargo door and run up the ramp placing him on the floor knowing it's not the most comfortable but not caring, pulling your helmet back off you rush to grab the box filled with medical supplies and pulling out bacta patches, stim shots, and the emergency cauterizer.  

You pull off his tsttered clothes striping him down to just boxers and looks for the worst wounds on his abdomen and thigh injecting a stim shot then going in with the cauterizer working on shutting the wounds glad that he wasn't awake for this part the smell of blood and burning skin isn't new to you but knowing it's him makes you sick but once you sealed all the major wounds you placed bacta patches on them then using bacta spray on everyone else. You sit there for a second looking over your work then staring at his face it looks calm but it doesn't have the wrinkles from his smiles or the look in his eyes what she watches from behind her visor so seeing it without it is something else. Her com link in her brace goes off and she scrambles to grabs her helmet then connecting, a relieved sigh leaves her mouth it was leia “I'm glad you made it” leia says with somber undertones “(Y/N) i'm sorry to say but we haven't been able to contact dameron he was the only pilot we can't account for he might not have made it” she says sadly he was like another song to her leia was keeping it together for the sake of the resistance “i know he got shot down by three tie i was able to get him and BB-8 out before his ship exploded “ she explained and watched as a new hope filled the general’s eyes “that is amazing how is he’ you sigh looking down at poe now noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest “ he is knocked out now but once he wakes up i will know more” she explains “How did they find you” You ask now no emotion present in your voice back to being a mandalorian  “i don't know we are trying to figure that out but for now get off world and lay low until we can find a new base” Leia says with a sigh “take care of him ok” you nod “always” you sign off and go back to poe looking over him before getting into the cockpit of your own ship and old imperial command ship you had found for cheap and fixed up yourself. Once in hyperspace you come back out to see poe stirring, you quickly kneel down next to him as he opens his eyes “where am i” he looks around frantically until he sees you “(Y/N) he says softly reaching for you “what happened” he asks “you where shot down; i got there just in time before your ship exploded” you explain watching as he grabs onto the bottom of your helmet “i- i saw your face” he says almost unsure “i thought i lost you; you weren't breathing you were gone” your vision went blurry whether that was from tears or the blood loss of your untreated wounds you didn't care and neither did poe as he lifts up your helmet slowly almost waiting for you to stop him… you don't he drops it with a clang and sits up you are quick to help him. He takes your face in his hands staring at you with so much love and emotion in his eyes that he starts crying also “you are so beautiful” he whispers leaning in to kiss you; you meet half way and the kiss is explosive full of passion and sorrow for what could have been lost he moves his hands down the side of your neck to the back pulling you in closer your hands hold onto his cheeksIt is not a pretty kiss it is dirty and sweaty your tears mixing on your cheeks at they are pressed together, the only reason you separate is to breath and even then your foreheads are touching “you are the first person other than my family that has seen my face since i was 11” you whisper out looking deep into his eyes. He smiles rubbing soft circles into the sides of your face “I'm glad you are just so beautiful. I love you so much, i have fora while you are so complex in all the best ways you are anamazing warrior badass in every way but so soft spoken adn dorky i would die a thousand times if it means i can see your face” he confesses tears start filling your eyes again and his voice breaks with emotion “I love you too, your snarky hummor and being dumb enough to follow a mandalorian in the woods; i knew you were the one and as long as  i am arround you are not dying” she responds softly leaning in again to kiss him. Maybe it wasn't horrible that one person saw her face.

[curiosity-killed]

sunbeam flaring

hair...healing...thoughts...?? They’re Dumbasses, Ur Honor

(title stolen from Love Sonnet XI by Neruda bc I had litcherally no idea what to call it)

word count: 2354

He notices it on a perfectly ordinary afternoon two weeks before Callebero’s twenty-second birthday. Inasmuch as the captain of the imperial cavalry has such a thing, it’s Sirion’s day off; he sleeps in, waking only briefly when Callebero extricates himself and presses a kiss to his cheek and then dozing until the sun is two fingers above the horizon. His morning is slow and indulgent; breakfast with Regent Aquios, who insists he call her by her first name despite the way he shies from such familiarity, followed by a few hours catching up on the paperwork and correspondence that has piled up in his office lately. Now, he pauses in the middle of running forms with Mikolan as Callebero crosses the gardens. He’s dressed formally today, in those heavy layers he hates and which always draw Sirion’s eyes to his narrow waist and the broad strength of his shoulders. An older retainer walks at his side, mirroring his frown, but it’s not their conversation that catches Sirion’s attention.

Callebero’s hair has been pulled back from the front, the long tail tucked into a neat bun that’s secured by a gold band. A spider’s-silk thread of jewels drips in a loop below it. Beneath it, the rest of his hair forms a short curtain falling just below his ear. The end of a staff taps him on the top of his head. “Stop gawking. We already know you and the imperator have turned the palace to your love nest, but you don’t have to be so obvious,” Mikolan scolds. “That is not—” Sirion starts to sign before huffing out a breath and giving up. Once she recovered from the initial shock of Valyn’s treachery and Callebero’s return, Mikolan had thrown herself gleefully into teasing him about their relationship. So far, she is still too mindful of place to say anything to Callebero, but she has taken full credit for them meeting and has not missed a single opportunity to remind Sirion of his early impressions of Callebero. There’s no point fighting such a losing battle, so he turns back to their practice and stows that startled notice away for later contemplation. It’s not like he’s unaware of it. He’d noticed Callebero scratching the back of his head with the end of a reed pen when his hair was little more than rabbit-fur fuzz, and Sirion has combed his fingers through both the long tail of his crown and the shorter locks just growing out. It’s just—he hasn’t thought about it. That night, curled close around each other with their legs tangled, Sirion skates his fingers through Callebero’s hair and tries to order his own thoughts. There’s a sharp division between the thick, downy underlayer and the longer half, sleek and silken. A fiercely selfish part of Sirion is grateful he never saw Callebero’s hair hacked short. He thinks he might have killed whoever held the blade. “I know, it’s ridiculous,” Callebero mumbles from where his face is smashed partially into the pillow and partially into Sirion’s left arm. Canting his head, Sirion shakes his fingers gently out of his hair and taps Callebero’s shoulder twice in the negative. Callebero shifts so that half his face is unburied and squints blearily up at Sirion. He’s not sure what all happened today, but Jisel had been clearly nursing a headache throughout dinner and Callebero had collapsed face first onto their bed before removing his crown or hairpieces. He’d muttered something about doing away with all laws and ceding absolute power to Jisel, to which Sirion had reasonably pointed out that she would kill him herself if he did such a thing. Groaning, Callebero had smashed his face into the pillow and muttered a string of curses that made even Sirion’s brows lift. “It is nice,” Sirion signs now. “I liked how you had it today.” Callebero squints at him, brow wrinkling as if in complete bafflement. “You may be a once-in-a-generation commander,” he says finally, “but your taste in men remains questionable.” Rolling his eyes, Sirion flicks his shoulder. “Say it again, and I’ll bite you,” he warns. For a moment, Callebero stares at him in open confusion, his lips parted around words that don’t escape beyond a faint squeak. Then, he breaks into laughter and reaches up to drag Sirion down and kiss him. “So much for my protector,” he teases. Sirion arches his eyebrows. “Jisel would say the same,” he retorts. “I can assure you Jisel would never bite me,” Callebero rejoins with a laugh. Rolling them over so that he can drape himself across Callebero’s chest and free his left arm, Sirion shakes his head. Callebero allows the shift comfortably, curling his arm around Sirion’s side to trace slow strokes up and down his back. Despite his earlier exhaustion, he’s bright-eyed now and smiles up at Sirion. “Only because she would be better prepared,” Sirion replies. At that, Callebero only breathes out a soft laugh and tilts his head to one side in apparent concession. “Very well, Commander,” he teases. “I solemnly swear not to doubt your taste in romantic partners ever again.” He leans in when Sirion presses a kiss to his lips and hums in pleasure when Sirion nips his bottom lip. “I don’t know how anyone thinks you’re such a solemn and decorous leader,” Sirion gripes. Callebero yawns and wiggles his shoulders in a mix of a shrug and an effort to nestle down into the mattress. Easing off him, Sirion settles back at his side with his arm draped over Callebero’s waist. His sleeping robes are warm and creased from being pressed so close between them, and Sirion can feel his own body slipping closer to sleep. “Mm,” Callebero hums. “It helps that I mostly keep my mouth shut.” Sirion can’t help breathing out a laugh at that, shaking his head. Like many, his first impression of Callebero had been a silent one—and at the time, Sirion had read that as cool haughtiness much as many visitors did. Laying such an image over the Callebero he now knows seems laughable, but he knows he’s one of only a few who can claim such familiarity. Under his arm, Callebero’s belly tenses with a quiet laugh. He prods Sirion in the ribs. “It worked on you, after all,” he teases. Mikolan’s incessant teasing rises to Sirion’s mind, and he shakes his head. Callebero grins. “You thought I was a brat,” he says, unreasonably gleeful. “I”—Sirion starts and then stops short, because that is true—“changed my mind.” Callebero snorts, graceless, and wriggles out from Sirion just enough to smother the candle on the side table. With only the moonlight left spilling blue through the cracks in the shutters, the room is ink-dark and it takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust. “It took me kicking your ass to change your mind,” Callebero retorts. “It was a draw,” Sirion signs. “I laid you out, love.” There’s laughter in Callebero’s voice as he speaks, and Sirion finds amusement battling down the old wound to his pride. He can still picture the staff end hovering right before his nose, Callebero’s careless, bright grin on the other end. He hadn’t fallen in love in that moment, but it had been a shift—a sudden, bracing change like dunking into cold water on a summer day. “You had the element of surprise,” he still insists. “Mm,” Callebero hums doubtfully. “I could still take you.” Narrowing his eyes, Sirion squints at him in the darkness. It’s absurd. They’re both grown men with more accolades than most families have in three generations. They’ve each emerged from three wars and a coup with honors and scars to prove their valor. There is no reason to quibble over an old sparring match. “Could not,” he signs anyway. Callebero’s laughter is more of a hot brush of air against Sirion’s skin than a sound, and he squeezes him once. “I suppose we’re due for a rematch then,” he says, the words briefly warped around a yawn. “Ah maybe next week?” Sirion hums and drops his head to Callebero’s shoulder, hooking his ankle around his calf. “For your birthday,” he signs, and Callebero laughs. Jisel catches on quickly, of course. On the third day of Regent Batu’s visit, they duck away with a pot of tea in the far corner of the library where only Callebero ever thinks to look. If anyone asks, they aren’t hiding. It’s simply a convenient location to get some work done while the visiting gentry fill the palace with gossip and traveling parties and more gifts than any single person has ever needed. For the most part, Sirion looks on all the pomp and frivolity with amusement. All these rich nobles falling over themselves to litter Callebero with gilt and gems as if they could win his favor with enough gold. And, selfishly, part of Sirion likes that none of their piled gifts will never match what Callebero actually wants. A toothed satisfaction runs through him at the futility of their sycophancy. “If Jemma catches you gawking at his hair one more time, I think she might combust,” Jisel remarks. Rolling his eyes, Sirion glances up from the report he’s been reading to shoot her a glare. Over the last year and a half, it has become apparent that Jemma doesn’t quite know how to handle he and Callebero being partners and seems stuck vacillating between threatening Sirion should he ever hurt Callebero and lecturing Callebero on valuing Sirion enough. Hayalen has spent most of it laughing at both her wife and the two of them. “I do not gawk,” Sirion retorts now. Jisel raises her eyebrows, hiding her smile behind her teacup, and he can feel heat suffusing his cheeks. Huffing out a breath, he leans back in his chair. “It’s not”—he stops, pressing his lips into a seam in frustration before sighing—“I’m just not used to it.” Humming faintly, Jisel lowers her cup to cradle between her hands and runs a fingertip back and forth over the lip. “I did the same when Kieran came back from Jimar,” she admits. “It took a while, and I hardly noticed at first but then…” She pauses, looking away. A pang squeezes Sirion’s heart. He doesn’t know exactly how she and the younger Aquios’ relationship fell apart, and they’ve seemed to be on polite enough terms now—but it still feels shocking and somehow wrong that they should have ended at all. “It’s comforting,” she says finally, turning back to him with a little smile, “to know that he’s not planning to rush headlong into danger again.” Oh. Sirion blinks, startled by that analysis. He’s hardly thought of it in such serious terms; when he’s pondered his sudden fixation on Callebero’s hair it’s been more in curiosity and bafflement. Footsteps sound behind them, and Sirion twists around. Callebero’s eyebrows arch up as he nears, unimpressed, and Sirion grins back at him. “Traitors,” Callebero announces. “We only wanted to give our imperator princep space to celebrate with his courtiers,” Jisel replies, sweet as honey. Huffing out a breath, Callebero drops down into the chair beside Sirion. “Your imperator princep would rather shovel out all the horse stalls in the capital,” he retorts. He kicks lightly at Sirion’s ankle, glancing over to grin at Sirion as if Sirion weren’t already looking at him. Shaking his head, Sirion reaches over to pull him in for a brief kiss. He comes willingly, smiling against his lips, and across the table, Jisel snorts. “Shameless,” she singsongs. Callebero laughs, a warm breath of air against Sirion’s lips, and then he pulls back to grin at her. He’s still leaned close enough that Sirion could run a hand through his hair if it weren’t so neatly pinned up. “I remember someone telling me that Aeridians are all too repressed and that’s why we spend so much time polishing our swords,” he says. Pausing, Jisel narrows her eyes and searches his face like she can’t tell if he’s joking or not. After a moment, she scowls and leans back. “You can’t use the things I’ve said while drunk against me,” she says. “And I stand by it anyway.” Shaking his head, Callebero snorts out a laugh. The motion makes his earrings jingle, ringing together like little chimes. When they turn in for the evening, he’ll grumble about all the layers and seriously contemplate going to bed with each of the dangling piercings still in, and Sirion will nudge him into sitting still long enough to let him take them out and loosen his hair from its severe styling. He can nearly feel the memory of it, the body-warm metal and the cool brush of hair, already lingering in his fingertips. “Since neither of you drink properly, it’s only fair,” Jisel says with a careless shrug. “That is for the sake of the nation’s dignity,” Callebero rejoins. Sirion snorts. “Where would we be if everyone knew the fearsome Black Prince fell asleep after one cup?” he teases. That earns him a short glare and a flick in his shoulder, but he captures Callebero’s hand to tangle their fingers together, which earns him a smile and a net win. Sitting back in his chair, Callebero rolls his shoulders and finally starts to relax. “Jar,” Callebero corrects loftily, and Jisel snorts. “Half,” Jisel rejoins. Stifling a grin, Sirion settles in to let them bicker it out. He’s never seen Callebero drunk, only warm and loose with wine and contentment. His only part in the quibbling is to tease both of them wherever possible. A few strands of Callebero’s hair have slipped loose from the braids and bun, sliding down in a loose loop. Humming softly, Sirion reaches out to tuck them behind his ear. His hand lingers, brushing gently through his hair. Callebero turns slightly, just enough for Sirion to catch the smile on his lips. It softens, warms, and Sirion finds himself mirroring him, helpless. Across the table, Jisel snorts at both of them, and Sirion’s smile broadens into a grin.

[randomcookieaddict]

1. What tends to feel better for you, sex or masturbation? Sex obvii, but tbh sometimes you don't have the energy for the effort so your hand will do

2. Your 5 favorite spots to be stimulated? Left side of my neck, right side of my neck

3. Have you ever had an orgasm from anywhere other than your genitals? Nope. BUT I do have major erogenouse zones outwith there ((hint hint kiss/bite my neck you sexy vampire))

4. Do you prefer clitoral or vaginal stimulation? Clitoral is easier because I am a man

5. Can you touch your clitoris directly, or does that hurt? No, because I'm a man and do not have one.

6. Are you well-acquainted with your G-spot? I have heard of it but have not had it stimulated because I am a hetero dude

7. Do you like having your anus touched? Yes. But, as a dude, the in-out motion feels weird. Just touch the outside or shove it up and stay up ffs

8. Have you ever been fisted? 4/5ths of the way there I believe

9. Do you like mild roughness (scratching, spanking, hair-pulling, etc.)? Yes yes yes

10. Are you into anything under the BDSM umbrella? Umbrella? I am in to a lot of things under the BDSM canopy lol

11. Have you had sex in the shower or bath? Yeah. Shower was better tbh. Bath makes a mess of the floor tbh

12. Do you like being naked? Yes

13. Do you sleep partially/fully naked? Fully for preference

14. How many sexual partners have you had? 2/3 fully, 4/5 depending on your definition

15. What kind of underwear do you normally wear? Since lockdown, none tbh.

16. Do you ever go commando? All the time <3

17. Have you ever orgasmed in your sleep? Nope. I just wake up horny

18. What are you more into, boobs or butts? Hmmm, butts in pictures tbh, but sex and sexy contact in general irl

19. What do you do with your pubic hair (shave, trim, wax, nothing, etc.)? Shave

20. Do you care/have a preference what partners do with their pubic hair? Nope. I will dive into the hairiest or the barest muff there is.

21. Do you have or want any genital piercings? No no no no no

22. Do your orgasms tend to be full-body, or crotch-centric? Mostly crotch-centric, BUT I have had some full-body ones and just <3 That is the dream we look to acheive

23. Have your ever squirted? I am biologically male so every orgasm I have is a squirt lol

24. Have you ever had sex in a public place? Yes

25. Have you ever been caught masturbating/having sex? Yes/no.

26. Have you masturbated for or with someone via webcam? Most definitely

27. Have you had phone sex? Indeed I have

28. Do you often imagine people naked? My imaginations not that good. I will look at you and wish you were naked but my imagination will have it all wrong lol

29. Have you ever made your partner orgasm using only your hands? Indeedy

30. Have you ever had anal sex? Yes. Yes I have.

31. Have you ever tried scissoring? I have tried that position, but it involved penetration cause I'm a heterosexual dude.

32. How old were you when you lost your virginity? 19

33. What's the weirdest thing you've masturbated with? My gfs mums vibrator...

34. How would you feel about taking someones virginity? Partly honoured at given the chance, but also I wouldn't turn it down because if they wanna lose it thats their decision and I'd respect their choice and try to make it as much fun as possible.

35. Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? Pornstar. They have more control over their partners, get paid more(?) and it'd be hot knowing randomers are getting off onto me

36. Have you ever cheated on someone? No. I most certainly have not. Not in any way that matters.

37. Are you dominate or submissive? More dominant but I do have some submissive tendancies tbh.

38. Your biggest turn ons? Neck biting, neck liking, neck kissing neck everything.

39. Would you ever fool around in a movie theater? Have, would again.

40. Do you like it rough or sensual? Both. Ha. Idk at this time I'd just like it.

41. If you could sleep with anyone, who would it be? Someone who I have not spoke to for a while but for a long time she was my only friend and we flirted and she knew I was more interested and she lead me on and she provoked me and she said I had a chance and then the last time we met she got engaged to someone else the same day and didnt bother her arse to tell me until I found out from her facebook so short answer is I'd sleep with someone who is beautiful and sexy but also not deserving of my attentions, I just Cant Get THem OUt OF MY HEAD/FANTASIES

42. Would you ever have sex with a transgender person? I think I would yeah. I've never had the chance but my type has always been those interested in me so why not?

43. When was the last time you had sex? last week

44. What are your turn offs? Tickling. Can't stand it tbh. More likely to knee you in the face!

45. First type of porn you have ever watched? (straight, lesbian, gay, etc) Television X or Adult Channel on sky channels 25/58 after 11pm...

46. Have you ever had any one night stands? Nope.

47. Does anyone know you masturbate? Did you have to tell them? I haven't told anyone but my gf and my mother have washed my clothes so I think the secret is not so secret

48. When you first lost your virginity, was it intended or spontanious? Intended.

49. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex? Either/or. [[Both. Both Is Good gif here]]

50. Would you have sex with your best friend? Yes, and I would, but they wouldn't so convince her, not me.

51. Would you ever consider being a stripper? I would consider it for like 2 mins and be like "Nah I'm ugly and cant dance" and that would be the end of that.

[wennjunhui]

seventeen hospital au

im back at it again with another random seventeen post bc nurse!jun is ruining me :)))))

disclaimer: the most i know about hospitals and how they work is from chicago med so dont expect this to be accurate 

seungcheol

attending physician in the ed

kinda intimidating but is really a huge softie

but don’t make him angry bc that is not a good idea at all

always seen with a protein shake

tends to hover over the new med students a lot

partially because it’s important to evaluate them and their knowledge

but most because he thinks its funny when they freak out around him

always asks for a psych consult even when he knows its not necessary

bc its totally in the best interest in the patient and not because hes bored and wants to talk with his bff nahhh

has a long term girlfriend that works as a software developer

everyone in the ed tryna get him to propose bc ITS BEEN 9 YEARS DAMMIT WIFE HER ALREADY

jeonghan

psychiatry fellow

usually works night shifts because hes sleeps schedule is fucked 

functions on coffee and coffee alone

is constantly Tired

catch him napping in the break rooms whenever he has time

originally wanted to go into psychology, but he gets too invested and thought it would be better to maintain short term relationships

bffs with seungcheol, but bffls with joshua

by the off chance he’s not tried, he’ll go around the ed and tease the doctors and nurses

hes in the ed a lot tho bc someone keeps calling him even tho “he literally just sprained his ankle seungcheol why am i here”

joshua

plastics fellow

fucking loaded

pulls up to the ed in a fucking gold ferrari and just shrugs when people ask about

‘yeah i got it as a birthday gift, treat yourself ya know?’

born and raised in the us, but went to south korea to further his studies

bffls with jeonghan

by GOD the chance theyre in the same room, its game over for everyone

his surgery playlist is fucking wild 

did a heartbreaking ballad just finish playing? oh thats sad but move over its britney bitch 

always brings a guitar to work parties

‘if you sing sunday morning one more fucking time-’ proceeds to sing sunday morning ‘GODDAMMIT JOSHUA’

is seeing the cute hotel concierge that works a few blocks away 

junhui

the Hot Nurse

literally all the patients fucking swoon 

kinda makes patients nervous bc of how handsome he is

ok i’ll stop now

occasionally scrubs in as a surgical nurse for minghao

he pretends to be all cool and hot shit in front of patients, but when hes around staff he turns into a giant bright ball of excitable fluff 

will always be asked to be assigned to kid patients bc he loves kids

studied abroad in korea and decided he loved it there so he stayed

may or may not have a crush on someone in the hospital but shh no one knows except jeonghan and minghao

has no problem calculating correct dosages but cant do basic math for the life of him

‘no junhui, 7+8 does not equal 17′

soonyoung

senior resident in the ed

HYPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!111

works night shifts bc otherwise the ed would be dead without him

probably drinks too much redbull for his own health

his favorite treatment room is treatment room five because “that’s where a patient peed on me on my first day here”

“ok soonyoung good to kno”

“no problem”

not very tech savvy 

always manages to fuck up the tablets somehow every shift

for the love of GOD dont let him near an xray machine

also never assign him and seungkwan on the same patient they will accomplish nothing 

has taken chan under his wing

wonwoo

neurology resident

blind as fuck

harry potter glasses for days

looks really cold on the outside but is really just a huge fucking dork

like actually he laughs and jokes about anything and everything

neurology can be dark sometimes yo and humor is a great way to cope with it

that and gaming

half the reason why he cant see is bc he spent too much time playing video games growing up

still kinda does but he gets away with it

accompanies soonyoung on the night shift bc he knows soonyoung gets lonely sometimes

plays ballads in the surgery rooms because it helps him keep calm

jihoon

pathology resident

‘forget working with humans hAVE YOU SEEN THIS BLOOD CULTURE ITS COOL AS FUCK’

that being said, he hangs around the break rooms a lot because being cooped up in pathology is just tiring sometimes and he needs actual people to talk to

but mostly its so he can draw on jeonghans sleeping face

shares a flat with soonyoung bc rent is expensive yo

usually has the best tunes down in pathology 

originally wanted to go into music, but school kinda killed his enjoyment of it for a long time

is slowly getting back into and finding his joy in it again

he knows too many stories about the ed that hes forced to listen to

“for the last fucking time soonyoung i dont care about how your patient threw up on seungkwan”

“okokok but`”

“no”

seokmin

ed resident wanting to specialize in pediatrics

SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES EVERYWHERE

wow literally everyone in the ed is in love with him a teeny tiny bit

because he has such a bright and positive aura around him that its hard not to feel happy 

sings to the smol children if they get scared 

everyone always asks him to sing at work parties and he kills it every time despite being initially shy

“wait wait wait you were in a rock band in high school???”

has a crush on the ed secretary out front

its so fucking cute the rest of the ed ships them so much

sometimes he doubts himself and his skills and that makes his day very sad

but everyone in the ed is in love with him and will constantly be there to remind seokmin about how amazing his is and how much he deserves to be here

and thatll make his day better c:

mingyu

ed resident

the Hot Doctor

wow everyone has a crush on him even if you dont you do

pray for the patients that get assigned to both mingyu and jun your in for a visual attack

tho the facade for mingyu usually breaks after a minute of meeting him

clumsy af yo

once knocked over the patients entire tray of food because his limbs were longer than he remembered

sometimes forgets to put on hand sanitizer and seungcheol always yells at him about

from the other side of the ed “MINGYU, HANDS”

“THANKS HYUNG”

always brings his own lunch bc hospital foods shit and he makes better food at home 

sometimes brings in cookies for the staff in the break room

theyre usually gone within an hour

minghao

trauma and emergency medicine fellow

TALENTED

was personally scouted by hospital officials in china

really young to be such an expert in his field

also his hands are really sensitive to abnormalities in the human body so he feels out the situation and catches the situation really early

is kinda intimidating because of his rbf and takes no shit approach

but is really super soft and fluffy once not in a work environment

relied on jun a lot in terms of adjustment here in korea, and he’s probably closest to him in the ed 

has jun scrub in with him for surgeries sometimes

objectively has the best surgery playlists

from pink floyd, to an obscure japanese indie rock

bickers with mingyu a lot of proper treatment of patients

usually theyre both right tho they just cant communicate effectively

is secretly seeing another chinese surgeon from plastics, but they hide it really well except from jun ofc

seungkwan

nurse

a really loud and mouthy one at that

nags everyone in the ed a lot despite not being the charge nurse

tho hes getting there and everyone knows it 

despite that, hes really sweet and caring towards patients 

is also really weak for kids, but he cant ever be assigned to them because he’ll freak out if something happens to them

always earns high marks on nurse feedback forms because he does his job AND is entertaining 

even tho he nags everyone else, sometimes hes too selfless and forgets to take care of himself

“did you forget your lunch? aiii how could you do that? here take mine”

“seungkwan you need to eat to”

“i said take it, now eat and make your mom proud”

cries and often laments how much he loves his staff when hes had a little too much to drink at work parties

hansol

a new nurse

really chill, vibin through life

is really a much appreciated presence to have around the ed, especially when things can become hectic really quickly

often acts as a translator between english and korean 

will laugh at pretty much anything (which wonwoo appreciates alot because at least someone likes his jokes)

one thing that always gets his blood boiling is the blatant ignorance some patients have

like the offhanded racism against him or his coworkers, or comments about lgbtq+ people 

and there have been times when he hasnt been able to control how he responds because wow he Dislikes ignorant people

so whenever he gets a patient like that, he often asks to switch with another nurse because “if i have to listen to karen say something racist about jun or minghao again im gonna lose my fucking mind”

med students usually hang around him bc of how approachable he is

shower thoughts

“do you ever wonder this would taste like”

“hansol dont-”

chan

med student in his final year

is really eager to learn and get started on things!

ed is his first choice for match day

soonyoung has taken him under his wing so he mainly just shadows him

and its always a fun and great time chan has learned so much from him 

the entire ed staff has adopted him and will riot if he doesnt get accepted on match day

“chan, whos baby are you?”

“for the last time hyung IM TWENTY SEVEN”

if hes not shadowing soonyoung, hes probably studying in the break rooms with hansol throwing popcorn at him

“hyung stop im tryna study”

“ok but catch this in your mouth first”

still has a lot to learn, but hes out there conquering the world of medicine yall better watch out

[inkribbon796]

Black and White

Summary: Silver and his superhero friends think it’s time to finally take on the monster that’s had an iron grip on their town.

~::~ Twenty-Five Years Ago ~::~

Silver ran up the final flight of stairs to get to the room. It was dark, the sky illuminated by the street lights.

The monochrome-themed superhero was excited, months and planning and finally they were ready to take on Dark himself. Mark and his friends had gotten into a lot of fights with Dark’s cronies and middle-management enforcers, but they’d never come up against Dark or Wil directly.

Mostly not coming into contact with Wil was partially Daniel’s planning, and another part sheer dumb luck.

“You freak of nature,” Daniel gasped as he followed him up a bit more slowly. “How do you still run like a maniac, you can fly?”

Silver paused, so full of energy he was jogging in place. “Sorry, you need to rest, man?”

“Just a minute to catch my breath,” Daniel breathed a little bit heavier than usual. “The others in position?”

“Yeah, they’re just waiting for our signal,” Mark jumped up a bit, levitating off the ground about an inch or two. “This is going to be awesome.

“Oh yeah, awesome,” Daniel rolled his eyes, finally catching his second wind. “Okay, let’s go.”

Silver smiled as they both checked their costumes and then Silver safely grabbed onto Iblis’s arms so he could safely fly him down to the ground and they could quietly and in the dead of night heading over to the series of warehouses that made up Dark’s base of operations.

Everyone in Egoton knew to avoid the warehouses, everyone who was trying desperately to be a somewhat honest citizen in the despotic, wretched town they lived in anyways. The warehouses were stationed almost too close together, and bordered an old abandoned church that had long since fallen into ruin.

The warehouse Silver and his friends were going to try to break into was at the center of almost an oval shape except for a bend in it. Silver and Iblis snuck into the abandoned church. Silver took the time to fix one of the windows that stood as the signal that he and Iblis were in place.

The reflection of something caught Silver’s eye and he smiled at Iblis. “Time to raise some hell.”

Iblis smiled back and leapt out the already broken window to shoot a fireball at the closest warehouse, the same one they’d visit before they’d been accidentally taken to the Manor.

“Batter up,” Iblis smiled, throwing a large rock towards Silver who used a plank of wood lying around to hit the rock against the wall of the warehouse leaving a huge dent in the metal and distingrated the rock into a small cloud of sand and pebbles.

The reaction was almost instantaneous, which normally happened when fire came into the picture. Instantly Dark’s enforcers were alion them, some of them already drained from how late it was.

Something Mark didn’t quite calculate was how fast Dark showed up. The two heroes felt Dark’s aura a split second before the creature thinly disguised as a human actually showed up.

Silver was grabbed by the back of his neck and the fledgling hero felt energy completely course through him and sent him flying towards the warehouse that had already been attacked.

If Mark hadn’t already been granted super strength and super healing, he was certain that at that very moment he would have died instantly.

Silver slammed into the steel wall of the warehouse, his nose bleeding, neck aching, and head ringing. But Silver forced himself to stand and flipped Dark off as he wiped his bleeding nose.

The Entity actually looked impressed, glancing over at Iblis and then back to Mark, frowning. “Huh.”

“Yeah, we’re not dead, fucker!” Silver proclaimed loudly.

The mob boss’s frown became a scowl, “That is quite a shame.”

Silver lightly shook himself, gently around the neck to give it more time to heal and then fly at Dark as fast as he could at the same time that Iblis was launching more fireballs at him.

The aerial hero was smiling a little at the clear frustration on Dark’s face as he threw up his aura to block the fire being thrown at him. Leaving him open for—

Suddenly Silver slammed into a nearly invisible barrier of aura, Dark turning to smile at him. “Fly too close to the sun, and it will burn you, little Icarus.”

The hero pulled back a little Dark’s smile widened, the villain leaning in head brazenly closer as Silver tried to punch through the aura but was stopped and his wrist was aching.

“However you two survived,” Dark mused, “it’s of little consequence to me.”

“You—” Dark’s aura grabbed Silver by the foot and prepared to launch him. “—are nothing but mud at the bottom of my shoe, and I will dispose of you just as easily.”

Silver was thrown up into the air, he could feel aura still wrapped around him, trying to slam him back into a pile of twisted and jagged metal.

Before he could hit the shredded pile, a barrier started slowing his fall so it felt less like sharp spikes almost-death, and more like falling on pins and needles. Still hurt but it hurt less.

Bob stepped out from behind the warehouse, looking like he’d already gotten into a couple fights, Wade following him at more of a run. Both of them were in costumes that the group had patched together from a box of old costumes that Mark’s mom had in her attic and some old hoodies.

“Great,” Dark snarled, Iblis rushing to stand with them and away from Dark. “More technicolored vermin.”

“Your reign of terror over this city is over,” Silver told him.

“We want our city back!” Wade shouted.

Dark got a dark chuckle out of that, “Your city? You all are gravely mistaken. This city is a writhing, dark abyss that kills everything it touches. I did not summon evil into Egoton, I was summoned because of it. If anyone should be blamed, it’s your people.”

“Hey, fire and damnation!” Iblis called out before he threw a small fireball at Dark. Dark just watched it hit his aura barrier and then the smoke bomb in the middle erupted into a massive cloud of smoke.

The fledgling heroes for the first time in their lives heard Dark led out a loud and audible, “Fucking dammit!”

This would also be the last time they’d head Dark audibly curse in years but Mark took it as a victory.

Dark just flew towards them, his eyes red and blue, the ringing of his aura shrill and Mark could swear his ears were bleeding with how bad it was. Bob was the one to throw up a barrier but Dark slammed himself and his aura into it hard enough to knock Bob back into Mark a bit.

Shadowy tendrils of Dark’s aura trying to get into their barrier.

“Let me out of there so I can punch him,” Silver said, stomping on the bits of Dark’s aura that was trying to come up through the ground. He could tell that continuing to fight. Silver could feel almost like the warmth being drained from his entire body.

“I’m trying but he’ll get in,” Bob shouted. “Give me a second.”

Silver looked back at Wade and Daniel, “On my signal.”

Dark grinned.

“Oh ho!” Wilford called out and Silver internally cursed, Dark’s concentration faltering significantly. “And here I thought you were going to be working all night.”

“Not now!” Dark growled, Silver noticed that using so much aura had done something to Dark. It sparked something in Silver. That Dark was beatable, that they could do this.

“You busy?” Wil asked, canting his body a little to his left.

“If you could do something I’d be really appreciative right now,” Dark growled.

“Like what?” Wil asked.

Dark glared at Wil, as if he was trying to set the other villain on fire. Wil held up his hands, smiling nervously, “Right, right.”

He snapped his fingers and suddenly it was day time and all four of them were lying in a dumpster. Silver felt like he’d gotten into a fight that left every joint sore and he had cuts all over him . . . cuts probably from falling on a bed of metal shrapnel.

Silver took a moment to just stew in his own fury. They had Dark, they had stalled him.

“Dammit!” Silver spat, his fist slaying on something that squelched uncomfortably. “We almost had him.”

“What time is it?” Bob asked.

“I’m going back,” Mark tried to pick himself out of the dumpster, and completely lost the ability to adhere to the floor, he was just floating there.

“Mark,” Daniel called out. “We can’t, it’s daytime. Dark’s probably had time to recover.”

“We were so close,” Mark argued. “He was weakened. That cotton candy asshole had to come in to save his ass.”

“Mark!” Bob called out. “Stop!”

That finally got Mark to stop scrambling towards the ground and look back. All of them looked tired and beat.

“We need to sleep,” Bob said. “We’ve all missed work.”

“Sides,” Wade slurred, clearly half-asleep. “You literally smell like shit.”

The jab got a tired, sad sigh out of Mark. A sigh that turned into a little chuckle that spread to the rest of the group.

“Yeah, but we almost had him, he was on the ropes,” Mark repeated. “If Wil had just stayed to wherever the hell he was, we would have been able to stop him.”

“Next time,” Bob promised.

“Next time,” Mark mumbled. Iblis dragged. Himself out of the dumpster and grabbed Silver by the ankles. Wade helped to hose some of the trash and filth off them with his water powers.

The four heroes made their trek home, vowing to themselves to try again to bring the demon of Egoton down.

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Ice Cold Betrayal (Phantom x fem!Reader)

This is just an idea I had for a Phantom x fem!Reader! Meer wanted me to post it so here y’all go~! 

I didn’t clean this up or edit it at all lmao we die like men!

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like okay my idea is what if anti wanted to cause some mayhem so he faked some pics of him getting frisky with phantom's s/o. and they looked REAL.  mostly because anti got a mimic demon he knows to shift into s/o's form for this shit.  and he went to phantom and showed him and laughed in his face and then bailed but phantom was furious. he'd been very busy the last month or so but you'd said you'd understood and he'd trusted you but then he finds out you cheated on him (u didn't tho) and he sorta just...snaps. he doesn't think he just reacts.

he ports into your shared penthouse and you smile when you see him and that just upsets him more and now you're worried because he looks really upset but before you can ask what's wrong he grabs you by your hair. you yelp when he drags you off the couch, you scream for him to stop but he ignores you and a split second later you're no longer in your suite, instead you're outside on the street behind his hotel. the freezing chill of the city winter has you shaking instantly, this not helped by how you were in just a comfy t-shirt and sleep pants (you had just been relaxing at home)

he dropped you onto the ground and you shakily stood up, shivering you look up at him in confusion 

 "Phantom what the hell-" 

he cuts you off with a snarl that has you stepping back in fear, actual fear. he tells you that you're banned from any and all businesses he owns or even partially owns and if you know whats good for you then you'll stay away. you're confused and hurt and ask him what's going on, why's he upset. he scoffs 

"Don't play dumb. You know what you did, and you know I don't allow cheaters in my establishments. Now kindly fuck off for the rest of your life." 

and then in a blink he's gone and you're left half dressed outside on the street in the dead of winter.

all the shops within like a 30 block radius are at least partially owned by phantom. the man has his fingers in a lot of pies and he alerted each and every one that you were not to be served or even allowed entrance. so there's not even anywhere you can go in to warm up. nowhere to get food or water either. you have your phone on you but you check it and see phantom cancelled the minutes (he paid for it so) you're stuck with nowhere to go, no way to call your family, and no money or shelter for the night.

well you've no way to do anything except for try to find somewhere to stay for the night and after getting glares from the couple shops you passed you decided it wasn't worth it to try going in. so with nowhere else to go (and your feet freezing) you shuffled as fast as you could to the nearby park where you curled up under the bridge that went over the bike trail. it was the only cover you could find. it started snowing soon after you settled into your spot.

you were out there for hours. you couldn't feet your hands, feet, nose, or cheeks. not to mention the fact that you were drifting in and out of consciousness. you vaguely heard a ringing sound but you were too out of it to think hard about where it was coming from. 

a bit earlier mare smoke traveled into phantoms place looking for you both. he'd tried texting you and then calling you but he got a 'this phone is no longer in service' message that had him confused.

he looks around, no you? but he finds phantom sitting in your shared bedroom drinking whiskey. he walks in and asks where you are and he's been calling for ages. that’s when phantom unloads the whole thing onto mare and mare just listens silently. mare lets him finish then silence sits between them both for a minute before mare asks  

"And when did this all happen? Like when did anti say this happened?" 

phantom says on so and so date three days ago and mare tells phantom he's stupid. phantom looks up from his drink and mare looks pissed, eyes black and the tear tracks under them black as well.

"I know anti's full of shit cuz she was with me then. We spent the day pulling pranks then we came back here and binged The Office til she fell asleep." 

dread starts to fill phantoms gut. mare starts screaming at him, his form half smoke as he calls phantom every shitty thing in the book, demanding to know where he left you. 

"Where'd you leave her asshole?! I've gotta find her so where'd you dump her, huh?!"

it's a huge scream fest but phantom pulls his phone out and makes a call and soon your phone is back to normal and he starts calling you over and over but you don’t answer. that makes them both nervous so phantom has his tech person track the GPS on your phone. you didn't get far. they see you're about 10 blocks down at the park. 

"SHE'S AT THE FUCKING PARK?! IN 20 DEGREE WEATHER!?" 

 mare is...upset.

well they find you, huddled under a bridge and passed out, and the skin on your face/hands/feet looks red. needless to say they take to to the ER. you're rushed in and they have to wait to see if you're okay. some time later a doc comes out and calls the two and tells them you've got the beginning stages of pneumonia and mild frostbite on your toes, a few fingers, and your ears. thankfully you weren't exposed to the cold long enough for the frostbite to be severe enough to need amputation but the doc says you'll need to stay in observation until you were in the clear.

things are...stilted when you wake up later. 

mare explains what happened (phantom is too ashamed to say anything) you don’t say anything for a time until finally you just say, 

"I'll stop by and pick up my stuff once they discharge me." 

oh boy that whips phantom into action 

“What, why? You don't have to do that." 

but you refuse to look at him. 

"No, I think I do. You made it clear that I'm no longer welcome there. I'll go stay at a friend's or something til I can get a job so I can support myself again." 

phantom tells you he's sorry for being so gullible and to please not leave. you don't want to hear it really. this whole thing was a freezing cold wake up call.

"Phantom when we started dating I had a job and my own place. And over time you convinced me I didn't need that job and you could support me and soon after you and I moved in together."

"....I completely relied on you and your support. Fuck...you even pay for my phone."

"I trusted you more than anyone else. And at the first shitty doctored photo you cut me off like a diseased limb and threw me out on the street like wet garbage. You didn't even let me try to explain my side."

"...I just....I can't rely so heavily on someone like that anymore. Not after last night. I have to stand on my own two feet. They're the only support I can unwaveringly trust it seems."

he says he understands he messed up bad but pleads with her not to just leave. he says she can stay at his hotel if she needs. but she stares down at the blanket in her lap and sighs. 

"I just...need to have my own space right now. The...level of trust you had in me apparently wasn't on the same level as what I had in you so I think some time apart will be good for us. I just...I need to think, Phantom." 

i’m not sure she'd agree to get back together with him tbh

if she did agree to try again, things are clearly different. before he would sometimes just spoil her with fancy dates and gifts and she'd shyly accept them. but now they make her uncomfortable at best. she no longer appreciates expensive gifts and would prefer having her own place. she also got a job and gave him back his cell phone and got her own. and it hurts him every time she winces when he buys her something. each frown she gives is a stark reminder of his catastrophic fuck up.

she accepts the stuff he gets her, begrudgingly. 

but he pops over to her place one day to pick her up for a date and she's still in the shower so he explores her apartment. it's small, but tidy. he goes into her room and stops when he sees the stuff he gave her. all sat neatly by her closet, all unopened and unused. 

he knew it wasn't because she didn't like the stuff. it was all stuff she'd desired but he knew in his heart she didn't trust him enough to use or wear any of it and that hurt more than he thought it would. he knew it was all sat like that, ready to give back to him, should he do something stupid like before.

i think things would slowly start to get closer to where they were before after one night phantom drinks a bit too much and actually cries all over s/o, telling her he's so sorry for hurting her like this and wishing he could go back to stop it but he cant. how she's gonna be hurt forever because of his shitty anger and she didn't deserve that and he doesn't deserve her but he loves her and he trusts her even if he was shit at proving it and if she gives him another chance then he swears he'll do everything he can to prove he deserves her love again.

s/o before then had never seen phantom cry, not even the night she almost got frostbite so this was a bit jarring. then she feels sad because this has apparently been eating away at him for a very long time. and despite her...more self sufficient behavior she really has forgiven him. she still wants to keep her job and pay for her own necessities but aside from that she's happy to start over with him so the next day, 

after he's gotten past his headache, she comes in wearing a red dress he bought her. he's like 'you're wearing it?' and she just smiles and kisses his cheek and asks him if he wants to go on a date. they end up getting some dinner at one of his clubs.

yeah it's gonna take a lot of time and effort on both of their ends, and communication but i think they can salvage their relationship.

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Here just thought maybe some of y’all might wanna see this!

@smolwash @sunrisehoneybee @sierracolorstheworldofwords @tiny-yan-anon

[cherryzarde]

long and very personal and very rambly... but like if u read

im usually ok about stuff like this but last night i had one of those dreams that just. sticks with you. u know? and it wasnt like sexual or anything but it left me like depressed the whole day lol.

so this isnt the first time ive had this exact dream but like im always leaning with/against some person i cant identify and feeling really comfortable and safe with my head on their chest or something. what gets me is that in the dream i usually have this moment of lucidity where i know its going to end soon so i revel in how real it feels. but then i always wake up wanting to throw up bc even though im usually ok being single maybe deep down i feel like im gonna die if i never experience that kind of softness again

and it doesn’t help that the last person i was like that with i had a suuuper bad falling out with. hes legit the reason i have anxiety so i try to push aside that era of my life as much as possible but then this shit comes up and i get reminded and hm. dont like that

so ive just been feeling off the whole day... partially because of this (not being able to stop thinking about how alone i am) and also i might have a cold... but idk im just drained. and  ALSO somehow we talked about gender in both my classes today even though neither class has to do with gender studies, and everyone in class was an idiot, and turns out even though im a woman i hate being lumped into Women as a group (which. makes me think i should do some more #gender introspection there but uh i dont have energy for that at all..)

anyway what a really long and incoherent way to say i just really need someone to hold me while i sleep 

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Forgotten Alliance Ch 44

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Nope none in this one. 

Author’s Note: Told you the next chapter would be up a lot faster. To be honest the next several chapters are all partially completed and shouldn’t take long to finish them up. So maybe this will be updated weekly or even biweekly. We’ll see. 

No matter what it was that Elizabeth had gone through, Hayley had enough of it all. She had bit back her tongue for a while and now that she has learned that Elizabeth spent a year on something that she knew was pointless, Hayley was pissed. Elizabeth could have easily taken Hayley with her and it would have made things a lot more easier to get the venom they needed. But no, it had lead to a dead end and even if Hayley had gone out now and tried to make things better, it wouldn’t make a difference. Malakai had tried explaining every aspect of why they had gone on that trip. But nothing changed. Hayley stood there with her arms crossed. She shook her head at Elizabeth as she entered the living room. It had been years and Elizabeth still hadn’t found the cure for Kol and Elijah. “You promised him you would do everything you could to find the cures.” She said shaking her head the moment Elizabeth was standing in front of her. “You promised Hope that her father would be up soon.”

“You don’t think I am trying?” Elizabeth asked raising an eyebrow as she watched Hayley.

“No.” Hayley said shaking her head. “I honestly don’t believe you are. Because if you did, they wouldn’t still be in that spell and Hope would be able to see her father. It has been almost five years and you have nothing for them. You knew that trip was pointless. Hell maybe it wouldn’t have been pointless if you had actually included me in on the whole plan.”

Elizabeth shook her head and almost laughed. “And bring Hope into all of it? I have made sure that you got to start raising your daughter without interference from the supernatural world, and I haven’t been the one trying? Then you do something.” She said almost glaring at the woman. “If you think I am just sitting on my ass and not doing anything, by all means find them the cure without my venom.” This conversation was already pissing Elizabeth off. She knew she was trying to do everything she could in finding the cure she needed. She just hadn’t reached that last resort just yet. She wanted to stay away from plan Z for as long as she absolutely needed to. Elizabeth watched as Hayley sighed. “Oh right, you cant do it without going to someone with my venom or bringing up my name.” Elizabeth shook her head once more. “They no longer wish to help, and that is my fault and I cant do anything to change it.” Elizabeth looked at Hayley for a moment before she turned to leave.

“Liz,” Hayley started to say but Elizabeth just walked away. She honestly didn’t want to hear it.

Hope and Malakai had heard the whole argument from Hope’s room. Hope looked over at Malakai worried. She had never heard Hayley and Elizabeth fight. They had always been strong and put their differences aside. But now, it seemed that things were falling apart. Hope opened her mouth to simply ask if things were going to be okay, but Malakai stopped her before she had the chance to.

“Things will get better.” He said with a nod. “Liz has just had a bad year. Its just an argument between two people who want the same thing.” Malakai ruffled her hair slightly to try and get her to laugh. It worked and Malakai smiled. “Now, you’ll stay here while I go chase after your crazy Aunt and get her back on the right track.”

Hope nodded with a smile and watched as Malakai left before heading out of her room to spend some time with Hayley.

By the time Malakai had caught up with Elizabeth, he had tried getting her to calm down in some way. He could see that there was fire in her eyes. While he should be glad to see that she was back to her old self and she was no longer this zombie like person, it still didn’t stop the fact that she was angry. She was angry and with the way her appetite had been lately, Malakai was concerned for what could possibly happen if she decided to go feeding.

“Come on, Liz.” He said walking beside her. “ You know she probably didn’t mean any of it.” Elizabeth barely looked at Malakai for a moment with her red eyes and he stopped in his tracks with his hands in surrender. “Okay then, we wont talk about this now. I’ll just wait for you to cool down a bit.” He sighed as he watched Elizabeth take off. He knew she was heading back to New Orleans. Shaking his head, he walked back towards Hayley’s house to pick up the car and give some reassurance to Hayley that he would talk to her and make things better.

When Elizabeth arrived back at the compound, she was feeling everything that was bottled up. The dream world can only give so much release in her mind, but physically, it was all still there. It was the anger from Hayley saying she hadn’t done anything to the sadness and guilt that she felt that she still hadn’t found a way to cure them with out going to the one place she was so desperately trying to avoid. She stood in the middle of her room trying to take a deep breath and calm herself. But none of it was working. A moment latter, she let it all out.

Her hands came in contact with the items on the table closest to her. They all flung across the room and with one powerful kick, the table had broke to pieces. That hadn’t made anything better. Even as she moved around the room trying to take her anger out on something, it did nothing for her. Even as minutes later her room was destroyed, she found herself still pent up with all the emotions.

Without actually thinking about what she did next, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she had looked up several months ago. After two rings a man answered the phone.

“I have a deal you won’t be able to refuse.” She said into the phone. For a moment there was nothing being said.

You have my attention He finally said. When and where? Just hearing his voice had sent a chill through her.

“Rousseau’s in New Orleans. 5 pm tomorrow. And if I were you, I wouldn’t bring any of your friends.” She said as she picked up a half broken bottle from the mess she made and took a drink from it.

Why is that? He asked. Elizabeth could hear the slight excitement in his voice as well as the amusement of her making demands.

“They come with you, you wont get a chance to listen to my proposal of a lifetime.”

I’ll be alone. I’ll see you tomorrow, Elizabeth.

He hung up and another chill ran through her. Of course he would remember her voice. But even though it now seemed like this was the only thing that had to be done, Elizabeth now felt sick. She tossed the bottle across the room before she ran a hand through her hair. Tomorrow’s meeting was going to change everything for her.

“Just promise me that you will do everything it takes to get those cures for them.”

“I promise. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Taking a few steps back, Elizabeth felt the wall behind her and she leaned against it before sliding down and sitting on the floor. She was going to keep that promise to Klaus. She had to get the cure for Elijah and Kol. But now, it was all a matter of making a deal with the one Devil she had hoped she would never see again.

“Liz?” Veronica called out to her from the doorway. She had heard all the noise from her room and came to make sure Elizabeth was okay.

Elizabeth looked over at the door and wiped the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “Sorry for all the noise.” She said shaking her head slightly.

“What is it?” Veronica asked walking into the room. Seeing the place a mess, Veronica knew this wasn’t good. “Does this have to do with the spell?”

“No.” Elizabeth said shaking her head. “Spells gone.” She said with a nod. “Its just been an emotional day and I took it out on my room.”

“While I believe that, I can tell its something more.” Veronica said sitting down next to her. “What happened while you were at Hayley’s?”

Elizabeth sighed. “Your plan of getting me to see Elijah worked. There was this part of me that was so relieved to see him alive. That what I had done wasn’t real. And to be lost in that comfort of knowing that he was still sleeping away while I fail miserably to find this cure, it was…” She stopped for a moment trying to find the right words. “It was as if a weight had been lifted off of me. But when I left that comfort, I was reminded of my failures.”

“Hayley?” Veronica asked and Elizabeth simply nodded.

“And then I started thinking.” Elizabeth said looking around her room. “She was right.”

“How can she be right when you have been trying to find the cure for them?” Veronica asked.

Elizabeth shrugged slightly. “She put things in the perspective I have been needing for a while now.”

Veronica watched Elizabeth and only nodded slowly. As much as Veronica had seen Elizabeth hold herself together, she had never seen her look so broken now. Sure during their time away Elizabeth had seemed lost and in her own world most of the time. But this time, it was different. She sighed softly and rested her head on the wall.

“How close are you to plan Z?” Veronica knew very little about what plan Z was, but she knew it was a last resort and with how Elizabeth was now, she couldn’t help but ask.

“A lot closer than I want it to be.” Elizabeth said not looking at Veronica.

“Maybe now would be the time to tell me what that plan is?” Veronica wanted to know what it was that Elizabeth was going to be getting herself into. Veronica wanted to help too. She had helped as much as she could before and if this was the last play in the book, Veronica had figured it was going to take a lot of work and she wanted to help in anyway she could.

“No, kiddo.” Elizabeth said shaking her head before looking towards Veronica. “This one is all on me now.”

“But if I can help, please let me.” Veronica seen Elizabeth shaking her head before she even finished her sentence.

“As much as I appreciate your help and wouldn’t hesitate to ask if you wanted to go on an adventure or something, this time there is none of that.” Elizabeth had sound broken about it all.

“Whats going to happen?” Veronica was now worried about what would happen.

Elizabeth knew what was going to happen. But she wasn’t ready to say it out loud as to what would happen to her. The meeting would go as planned tomorrow. Elizabeth knew that. She had known that from the visions Jess had shown her. She knew that this was the start of the end. She knew that tomorrow would bring the one thing she feared right in front of her. While everything in her told her to forget about it and stay away, she needed those cures more than anything.

Sighing, she tried to think of a way to explain to Veronica what the possibilities could be but she couldn’t think of anything positive. “I don’t know what will happen.” She said softly. It was a lie but it was the best thing she could think of without making Veronica worried about what the future will hold for her. “I just know that in the end, I will have fixed everything I have broken.”

______

“I’ll admit I was a bit harsh.” Hayley said shaking her head as she sat across the table from Malakai.

“You really could have handled it a different way.” He said with a nod. “She’s tried to put yours and Hope’s safety first. That little girl means a lot to everyone. She would never make it so that Hope’s family wasn’t reunited. Hell, do you think she would want to leave Elijah in there?” He watched as she shook her head.

“I know.” Hayley sighed as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at Malakai. “When you get back there, can you tell her I am sorry for what I said.”

“Of course.” Malakai said with a nod. At the sound of the back room closing, they both turned to see Hope come in to the kitchen. There was a look on her face that both Hayley and Malakai had learned the meaning of.

“He isn’t happy is he?” Hayley asked and Hope shook her head.

“No, he isn’t.” Hope said softly as she walked over to the table. “Aunt Freya said that he’s just upset that she didn’t come back.”

Malakai sighed and looked over at Hayley. Hayley knew Elijah was upset with her. Elizabeth was simply supposed to let everyone know she was okay and the spell had been broken. But the moment Elizabeth had left, it had changed everything. Hope had decided that she would go and tell the others what happened and that ended with a disappointed look from Elijah before he left the house for a walk.

“He will get over it.” Malakai said. “We are all just stressed about all of this.”

“That’s what Aunt Bekah said.” Hope said with a nod as she climbed into a chair right next to Hayley. Of course Rebekah and Freya were only trying to make Hope feel better about all of this. She was still young and even though she had better understanding than most children her age, the adults still tried to make it seem a lot less worse than it really was.

Even though they were all hoping for the best, things were really turning for the worst and none of them knew what Plan Z was just yet. They knew Elizabeth wanted to try everything else before every getting to whatever Z was. Everything now was about to change.

“What do you think will happen now?” Hayley asked hopeful that they may have already talked about it.

“I don’t know Hayley.” Malakai said shaking his head. “But whatever it is, she’ll take care of it.”

_____

“Was there any problems?” Elizabeth asked as she picked up the last of mess from her break down.

“Surprisingly not.” Vincent said leaning on the door frame as he watched Elizabeth clean. “They believed the story Josh gave them.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Good. If they believed that then there is no reason for them to come back before the next celebration.”

“They’ll be expecting for there to be some news of Hayley’s whereabouts.” Vincent said taking a step into the room. “What will you do then?”

“The same as I’ve done.” She said picking up a bottle from the recently restocked bar. She poured herself and Vincent a glass. Holding it out to him, Vincent accepted it.

“And what exactly is that?” He asked before taking a drink.

“Play a part, make them believe that somewhere during my time away, Hayley moved again.” She took a drink before placing the glass down. “They’ll want proof and I’m sure Jess will be able fake it.”

“Do you even think this is a good idea in general? By the looks of things, you aren’t in the right mindset after you’ve been gone for that year.” He could see it in her eyes that there was something different. As if things were about to change. He just wasn’t sure what that was.

“Believe me, my head is as clear as it can be.” She said walking towards the window. “Things will be different from here on out.”

“You’ve given up on searching for the cures.” The words had sounded off to both of them. It wasn’t Elizabeth to just give up as Vincent thought she had.

“Searching, yes.” Elizabeth said looking out at the city. “I promised you before I left that I would let someone else deal with it. I will not be leaving New Orleans any time soon. I have some matters to take of here and then I’ll go from there.”

“What matters?” Vincent asked curiously. “The city has been thriving as it has been the last two years. Is there something that I should know about?”

Elizabeth shook her head as she swirled the amber liquid in her cup. “No, this is personal business that has nothing to do with the city.”

Vincent took a few steps towards her. “Would you like to talk about whatever it is that you are about to do?” It was in that moment he had realized what it was that he had seen in her eyes. There was a fire in them that he had never personally seen in them in the years he had known her. Even the way she stood there looking out the window, he could see now that whatever happened while she had been gone had changed her.

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at him. “There is nothing to talk about. It’s all things only I need to worry about.”

“Its nothing that will endanger this city, right?” He asked wanting to be sure.

She laughed and shook her head. “Not at all.” She said looking back out the window. “The city will be safe from my personal business. Just know that I have no intention of leaving New Orleans for a while.” It hurt her to even have that thought, but it was what was best for the time being.

She wanted to be able to leave and see Elijah. She wanted to be able to see Hope whenever she wanted. But the truth was, seeing Hayley would only serve as a reminder of her words. Elizabeth hadn’t done all that she could have. There was that one thing she could have done all along but she had been afraid for so long that she had put it off. If everything went as planned, the Mikaelsons would be reunited. Even if it meant that the visions Jess had would be fulfilled.

“Liz?” Veronica said to get her attention from the door. “Jess is here.”

Elizabeth chuckled slightly. Speak of the devil. She thought to herself. “Let her know I’ll be down in a minute.”

Veronica nodded before turning and leaving. Elizabeth looked over at Vincent and sighed. “When is the next council meeting?”

“Next week.” He nodded as his head. “I’m sure the others will be pleased to know things will be changing for you.”

She laughed. “I’m sure they will be.” Placing her glass on the bar, she turned to leave the room. “You can show yourself out.”

…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jess asked as watched Elizabeth paced.

Elizabeth nodded. “I’ve already made the call. I just need you to be on board with what I am asking of you.”

Jess laughed. “Its almost impossible to compel a witch though. How will you be sure this will work?”

“I was able to compel a werewolf.” She noted. “And lets just say on my way back to New Orleans, I may have made a pit stop.”

“What did you do Liz?” Worry was laced in Jess’s words. It wasn’t hard to miss.

“Tested a theory.” She shrugged as if it had been nothing. “But it worked. So I know this will work. But you have to agree to doing this or its not going to work.”

“If you go through with this, you know they will do anything to get what they want.” Jess noted. “They’ve never been one to spare lives.”

“Not if you are close to me. Elijah wouldn’t allow it. And when the time comes, which you know it will, he’ll understand why it needed to be done.” Elizabeth needed her plan to work.

All the details she had thought up of after the phone call, it had seemed right to put them into play. It was the only way to ensure that no one would step out of line after tomorrow. She just needed Jess to be on board with what would happen after everything was all said and done. She was putting a lot of faith in something that hadn’t even happened yet. But it was all she had to go on.

Jess sighed as she shook her head. “I’ll do it. I just hope I don’t end up dead in the process.”

Elizabeth huffed. “You and me both.”

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we grow up!

*here’s to mark’s graduation from dream! you’ve done well, mark.

slice of life!au

in which a group of strangers go for an adventure of a lifetime.

disclaimer: i know mark graduated yesterday but i wrote this story a long time ago and i feel like there isn’t a better time than now for me to post this. so here goes my tears :,) 

day0:

at 19, mark was unsure of his future.

it never crossed mark’s mind that the age, twenty, would come so early but boy was he wrong. it was as if it was only yesterday he just learnt how to chew gum.

mark was intending to go on a road trip for five days right before he officially becomes an adult. but you see, the downside of being a hardworking individual is that you simply have no friends. that’s how mark came up with the idea to invite 6 other teenagers around his age to follow him. he went to the local cafe right opposite his block. it was the place where teenagers often hang out.

there he met 6 other teens who were different yet he could connect with them easily. renjun, an 18 year old aspiring artist who left his hometown to pursue his dreams. he’s small but he can hit a bitch if he needs to. jeno, an 18 year old cheerful soul who will do anything to ensure that everyone is happy. he says he is no fun but he can turn on his funny button if he needs to. haechan, an 18 year old devilish boy who should’ve been born in the 80s. he picks on others but he sure is full of love. jaemin, a loveable 18 year old boy who could flirt for a living. he may seem a little odd with all the flirting but he’s the most loyal friend you can ever come across. chenle, a 17 year old loud loud child who is absolutely talented. he screams a lot but he definitely has a beautiful voice. and lastly, jisung, a 16 year old dancer who is insanely talented. he’s young but he is taller than you. a fact.

“let’s go on a road trip.” and that’s how their journey began.

day1:

mark thought this was a stupid idea. he was the only one who could drive so how was he supposed to fully experience his adventure. whatever it was, he still continued on. it’s not like he could find group of 6 other willing boys.

he borrowed his brother’s, johnny, red suv and drove right off. there was no plan, nothing. just 7 boys in a red suv ready to experience life together. it started off awkward. none of them talked. even haechan, the supposed moodmaker, was silent throughout the whole journey. there was just nothing they could talk about, they didnt know each other at all.

even as they reached the first pitstop, they were silent. probably just constant gag sounds from renjun because he disliked awkward situations. i mean it’s not like mark could do anything, he was driving. while they were having a cup of hot chocolate (weirdly enough, all of them ordered the same thing), mark blurted out a question about why they decided to follow him. they all had the same exact answer (well not exactly but you get it) and that is because they all have a dream,,,,,and then the awkward silence returned.

they all willingly agreed to pitch a tent and have a camp by the sea, the moment they arrived. well, at least it wasnt so awkward when they were asleep.

day2:

the next morning they drove off to have brunch. on the way to the diner, famous for their pancakes, haechan boosted his stereo to michael jackson’s bad and surprisingly all of them enjoyed it. they had more similarities than they thought they would. as they reached the diner, the mood was lighter than ever. it was as if sleeping together made them bond well. again, all of them ordered rather similarly. jaemin suggested they played a prank on the waitress to add a little spice to their morning. jisung decided that they should play a game and the loser has to sing the menu to the waitress.

as expected, renjun lost and he was forced to do the prank. he came up to her and before he could say anything the waitress said, “with voices as loud as you boys, you think i wouldnt know what you’re about to do? save yourself the embarrassment.” with that all of them ran out, leaving a red cheeked renjun standing in the middle of the diner. remember when i said renjun could hit a bitch if he wanted to? well this is what i meant. none of the boys left without a bruise. especially chenle who could not stop laughing.

they decided once again to stop by a park to take in fresh air. mark decided they should get to know one another even better. thats how they ended up playing a game of two truths and one lie. there were stupid lies and horribly dumb truths that came up and one that got mark thinking whether growing up was something he wanted. during haechan’s turn, he explained that his truth was that he was afraid of not having anywhere to go after being an adult. they all left what haechan said aside because truth be told none of them knew for themselves either.

they carried on playing other games and having dinner at the same diner because let’s be real, renjun’s pride comes after a good meal. but throughout the whole time, all of them started getting afraid of the horrors of their adulthood. even for jisung who still has 4 years left till his coming of age.

day3:

now, the third day was the most awful. they felt raw this day. but we’ll get to that. it has only been 2 days but the boys felt as though they had been friends for decades. or rather decade, none of them are twenty as of now.

jaemin and jeno went to the nearby convenience store to get breakfast for the boys. for the whole day they decided to just sit around and talk. and so they did. thats the reason why they felt raw.

mark sat without sharing anything. he was terrified. he was afraid that if anyone knew about it they would mock him and his innocent dream.

renjun began first. he talked about how he thinks that his dream is dumb. it has been 4 years since he came to korea and not once has he gotten an offer to further his art studies. whats the point he thought? anything he drew would never be approved as beautiful enough. and it sucks because when he showed his artwork, mark thought that it was a masterpiece. to him it doesnt matter how beautiful the piece was, it was the story behind it that counts. and that came mark’s first lesson, that nothing in life is ever fair.

jeno went on to talk about how he had no goal. nothing at all. for him, his dream is to live a life with no regrets. thats why he’s not pushing to do anything to stress himself out. he’s just gonna go with the flow. after graduating from his high school barely passing, he feels as though it doesnt matter. jeno believes that he’ll get somewhere one day. after all he’s still a teenager he’s got enough time to think about these things. but for now, he’ll just live in the moment. and that was mark’s second lesson, to live and let loose.

haechan was next. he had a dream to be a singer. and god that boy could sing. but for haechan he felt insecure. no matter how many people came up to him to tell him he was talented, he just cant accept that. that’s probably why he hides it with all the snarky remarks and the over the top compliments for himself. he never felt that he was good enough. but mark feels bad because haechan doesnt deserve to feel that way. haechan was full of love and he couldnt understand why he couldnt give himself any. this made him learn his third lesson, that only you can bring happiness to yourself.

and then there’s jaemin. mark cant help but feel sympathetic for him. jaemin was a dancer, a really good one (from the videos jaemin showed). but the thing is he cant dance anymore. at all. he got into an accident and now he isnt allowed to dance anymore. but the weird thing is that it didnt stop him from being content with life. for he feels that everything happens for a reason. and mark looks up to jaemin because he never fails to put on a smile knowing that his dream of being a dancer is near impossible for him to achieve. that’s how mark learnt to smile even if failure comes.

well for chenle, he had already achieved his dream. well partially. he is currently a trainee singer at a well known agency in korea. as a child, chenle was a music prodigy in china. he went on talent shows and clinched first place in almost every one of them. it was as if chenle’s future had already been written for him to be a singer. but he never used his past to get a boost for an opportunity in the industry. he worked incredibly hard to get into the agency and never once did he take his place for granted. mark learnt from him that its important to stay humble.

and lastly, jisung, the dancing king. mark was amazed by how insanely talented this boy was. it was no wonder he became a famous child dancer, known all over korea. anywhere jisung went people would recognise him and mob him for his autograph or a picture. but as mark sees how jisung acts when he’s with those his age, he realises that jisung is in fact just a kid and he’s just trying to enjoy life as normal teenager. its a pity for jisung because he devoted his whole youth to dancing, and now even when he looks back, his childhood was all just a blur. he complains that if there was one regret he had, it was not living each day to its fullest. that was mark’s last lesson. to seize every moment.

by the end of it all, they were all starting to doze off. and before they knew it , they fell asleep. except mark because he cant help but wonder what will happen to these boys once they part. and in that same moment he thinks, thank god i met these people.

day4:

the next day they woke up in the late afternoon. all of them felt exhausted after spilling almost everything about themselves.

the moment mark woke up he felt awful. there were only two days left till he becomes an adult and that thought scared him to his wits. he began sobbing softly and the boys came running to him. mark explained.

mark was afraid of having a future at all. everytime he tried, he failed. mark wanted to be a rapper. wanted. because there were so many competitions that he attended and he failed. so many people told him that he’ll fail because as a rapper, there’s no future for him.

mark shared that his parents were supportive of him so that wasnt a problem. but you see he didnt want to burden his parents. he knew if he pursued this dream it would take a lot of money and none would be gained back. now mark’s left, all goal-less because he knows if he tried, he’ll fail for sure.

so that’s how mark ended up here in seoul. because he needed a breather. his parents advised that if he doesnt know what to do he should just enter college. thats a sure success because a degree can get you any job you need. but mark was sure it wont bring him happiness because he knows that he doesnt want to go to university, it’s just not him. mark felt empty as though no one understood him, until now of course.

as the 7 dreamers sat under the night sky they thought to themselves. the adults always say you need to plan for your future, you need to know what you want to do. but they never help you. they’d just leave you to figure things out by yourself.

the adults never tell us how hard the process of growing up is. they never prepare us for it. its like going into a battlefield without weapons. no matter how loud you shout or plead for them to aid you. its useless because now they’ll pull out the “it’s your life. it’s your decision” card. but if you fail, its all on you. and if you succeed then suddenly, the family’s the one who paid for the fees and give you moral support and all that jazz.

so that made them awfully afraid because they knew that one day they’ll be doing something and that they’ll get somewhere. but what if they arent happy? what if they’re miserable?

day5:

it was the last day. the 7 of them drove back. the whole drive home was silent. they knew that it’ll be the last time they would see each other. mark will be leaving. he didnt intend to grow so close with the boys but he did and now he hates it. his heart is heavy to leave them but he has to. he understands that people come and go. thats just the cycle. unknown to mark, this is part of growing up. he has to accept that, nothing in life is constant, no matter how hard it is.

as they reached the same coffee house, you could see how all their eyes turned crystal. but their egos are high, so fret not cause they’ll not cry. except renjun and haechan, they cried. hard.

all mark did was put a smile on his face and he said “yo dream. promise me you’ll remember me, alright. we’ll see each other soon.”

and with that he left. and never turned back. because he knew if he did, he wont be able to say goodbye.

day6 (the day mark turned 20) :

now, mark’s 20.

at 20, mark’s still unsure of his future. but he knows that all he wants for now, is to be happy.

-Z

[amrynth]

Like the Tide

For @kumeko​ for Sparkle Sparkle 2019.  Happy Sparkling!

Also on Ao3

By the end of her shift, Haruka was prone to mopping along corridors in the back with her headphones on and her head down.  The aquarium was closed at that point and she’d already done her portion of the front of house and moved on to back.  It was easier to work head down, following walls and corridors and only really knowing where to go based on door frames that opened with her keycard and door frames that rejected her card.  So, when she pushed through a partially open door without needing her card, Haruka didn’t think much of it or even notice the restricted personnel sign.

She had, as Makoto often liked to tell her, her head in the clouds.  Haruka insisted this couldn’t be accurate because she was trying to keep her head down this time, otherwise she was never going to afford to fix the engine in her car.  Not if she got fired again.  

The pattern of light on the ground she was mopping changed.  It had been solid from the fluorescents overhead; the behind the scenes part of the aquarium wasn’t quite as fancy as the front with the environmentally friendly, aesthetically pleasing lights and wide windows with a view of the bay.  But now there was the dance of water reflecting light onto the floor and Haruka stopped her mop.  This wasn’t part of her usual routine.  

Haruka lifted her head slowly to look where she’d ended up; half the room was a typical space set up for studying the very large tank that dominated the room.  The other half of the room was a glass wall separating her from the tank that made up the second half.  She watched the water ripple at the top of the tank, the way the grid guarding the top of it was set several feet beneath the surface and even above that it was lit artificially rather than being exposed to the open air.  Quarantine?  Was it a tank with invasive species inside?  She didn’t see anything moving inside  so maybe nothing was set up yet and it was all in preparation for a sample that was going to get moved into the tank soon.  

Something shifted in the corner of the tank and Haruka lifted her hands to lower her headphones from where they covered her ears.  She moved down the wall of glass between her and the water, trying to move to where she could see into the dim corner better.  

From the darkness the shape sprang at the glass, making Haruka jump.  It was bigger than she’d anticipated, longer than she was tall and just as wide.  In fact it was entirely too human shaped in most aspects, other than the long tail that made up over half its- her length.  Haruka almost dropped her mop, staring at what was, for lack of a better term, a mermaid trying very hard to intimidate her.  The mermaid was faintly blue-green from head to toe, the color concentrated on her tail, shoulders and hair and lightening to a pale mint on the more human torso.  Her hair, turning the darker green of a deep ocean toward the ends, floated in loose waves along her shoulders.  Now that her initial scare hadn’t chased Haruka off, she was looking at the human with blue eyes.

Haruka lifted a hand and pressed the palm against the glass.  She had her cart with her, when she was done in the room she would clean the glass to get rid of any fingerprints.  But she wanted to know if the mermaid was intelligent, she certainly looked that way.  This was a very small tank for a creature, intelligent or otherwise, of Haruka’s size to be stuck in.  Inside the tank, those blue eyes were moving from Haruka’s face to her hand, the broom, and up to the grid covering the top of her tank.  Even if she didn’t respond to Haruka’s hand, it was clear from her expression and her eyes she was intelligent, sentient.  And that wasn’t just the same anthropomorphization Haruka tended to give all her adopted strays at all.  

After a long consideration of the hand pressed against the glass, while the figure in the tank drifted slowly closer, she pressed her hand to the same point on the other side of the glass.  They remained that way for a moment, time seeming to hold still, Haruka’s eyes going from where their hands met to find those of the mermaid.  She smiled.  She felt hopeful that maybe, as human in appearance as half of her was, the gesture would communicate that she didn’t mean any harm.  

In the water, the mermaid’s hands moved, creating purposeful gestures as her eyes watched for Haruka to recognize them.  Haruka followed the motion of her hands and appreciated, not for the first time, elegant fingers and delicate wrists and a ridge of spine along her lower forearm that terminated in a frill of fin.  She was trying to talk to Haruka in sign language and she wished she understood.  

“Wait a second, let me look…”

Haruka help up one finger and turned to consider the room behind her, looking to see if there was, say, a primer on how to ask in sign language if someone needed help.  Of course there was nothing of the sort so she pulled up her phone and looked up a few signs.  

She knew her hand signals were, at best, probably childish and Haruka kept looking at her phone and then back to the mermaid as she signed them.  “You.  Happy?”

The mermaid watched her hands, head canted to one side as she tried to make sense of gestures that were little better than a toddler’s.  Slowly she repeated what Haruka had said, elegant hands making the gestures clearer and much more like those she had looked up on her phone.  Haruka copied her, hoping that she understood what she was asking.  She knew she didn’t have the finesse (yet) required to ask the mermaid if she was a captive, if she wanted to be in a tank smaller than the closet in Haruka’s studio apartment.  

After a moment, the mermaid shook her head, hands moving to say more than Haruka could follow.  She paused and signed with slow, exaggerated motions that even Haruka was able to understand.  “Not happy.”

Haruka had the mop leaning against her shoulder and neck so her hands were free to move and to navigate her phone.  She frowned when the mermaid made herself clear and had to turn to her phone to try and ask in a concise way her next question.  A few steps and she was standing right at the edge of the tank and kept sneaking glances at the mermaid.  She was, perhaps, the most beautiful thing Haruka had ever seen.  It was a shame anything was trapped in a tank like this, particularly if it was sentient and knew it was trapped.  

“Want. Help?”  Haruka tried to be more deliberate in her gestures, more precise to make her meaning clearer.  

There was no hesitation in the mermaid’s response, moving toward the glass and nodding fervently.  

“Help.  Help.”  She repeated the gesture at Haruka, then swam up to push and rattle the grid keeping her in the tank.  

Haruka gazed at her, then switched from the browser on her phone to her contacts, scrolling for the one person she could rely on to help.  It was fairly late so she let it ring through once, waited long enough to clean her handprint off the glass, and then dialed again.  

“What is so important you’re blowing my phone up?”  The voice on the other end of the line was heavy with sleep.

“Hi Makoto,” Haruka put the full power of a smile into her voice.  

“No.”  The other side of the conversation hung up.  

Stubborn, Haruka dialed Makoto again.  It wasn’t until the very last ring that Makoto picked up, sounding less sleepy than before.  “Okay.  Yes.  I’m awake.”  

“Have I told you how delightful you are today Kino-san?”  

Makoto made a noise on the other end of the line that was somewhere between a laugh and a snort and a sound of disbelief.  “Stop.  What’s up?”  

“Do you think you could bring your truck to the aquarium?” Haruka asked, cutting to the point rather than trying to flatter her friend.  

There was a pause, then the sound of movement that was probably getting pants from the laundryheap.  “Is this anything like that time you needed a favor at the zoo?”  

“No-”

Makoto interrupted her, picking up where she’d left off.  “Because if you get fired again for, I don’t know, trying to free the penguins-”

“Look there was a perfectly good excuse for breaking that animal out, she was being-”

“-You’re never going to afford to fix your engine, is the point I’m trying to make.”  

Haruka frowned at her mop.  She quite liked her job actually, cleaning up after people wasn’t the most glamorous thing in the world, but at least she was cleaning up after crowds that mostly consisted of small children experiencing wonder.  And scientists who were trying their best to keep the oceans diversely populated.  But there was days like this where she found out at least one of them was doing something that seemed sketchy on every level.  It was just like the zoo, when she’d found one of the snakes was being experimented on and she’d packed it home, cared for it, and then found a safe, happy home for it.  

“Makoto it’s really important this time.”  

There must have been something in her tone of voice that made the voice on the other side of the phone pause.  Makoto sighed.  “Okay, but you’re going to owe me.”  

“By this time tomorrow I might be working for you full time,” Haruka said, but she was only partially joking.  

“Okay.  I’ll be headed there in a few minutes.  We’re not setting a whale free or anything, are we?” Makoto didn’t sound as though she thought this was outside the realm of possibility.  

“No, not a whale,” she assured her.  

“Mmm.”  Makoto wasn’t entirely convinced but hung up on her anyway.  

Haruka looked up from her conversation to see the mermaid watching her with interest.  She appeared to have neutral buoyancy, just floating and moving slightly with the lightest movement of her tail.  After searching on her phone for a few words she needed, Haruka waved for her attention, smiling again.  

“Friend.”  

The mermaid canted her head so Haruka repeated the sign and pointed at herself, not sure if she hadn’t understood what she was trying to convey or if her signing was too sloppy.  

“Friend help.”  The mermaid took a moment to sign back, combining words they had already used.

Haruka nodded.  Yes, she was going to help her.  She narrowed her eyes and looked at her phone again, struggling to make a complex enough sentence to ask her next question.  Or rather, to ask her questions in such a way the mermaid could answer in simple yes or no.  

“No water, death?”  Haruka had to repeat herself, clarifying her gestures to get her question across to her mermaid.

The mermaid frowned at her, playing with a bit of long, green hair that had trailed over her shoulder.  Her eyes were moving quickly, looking at Haruka and the room behind her.  Was she considering her options?  

“Help.” Haruka signed hoping she would understand.  Getting the mermaid out of the aquarium would be difficult enough, getting her out in a truck capable of holding water was going to be even more difficult.  Not that they had access to that, Makoto’s truck was pretty basic, that meant it wasn’t a waterproof bed.  

After another moment’s consideration, the mermaid indicated 3 and then a gesture Haruka didn’t know.  She tried hunting it up, then searched for words to do with time.  Three hours.  

“Three hours.”  She signed back, repeating a little more awkwardly.  

On the other side of the glass, the mermaid tilted her head and gently corrected the motion, getting Haruka to repeat herself until she had apparently done it to her satisfaction.  Then she smiled and Haruka forgot everything she had been trying to learn to say with her hands.  When the mermaid smiled, time stood still and Haruka couldn’t hear much other than the soft lap of water and the singing of an angelic choir.  

Oh boy.

Haruka was startled from her reverie when her phone buzzed and she nearly jumped out of her skin.  Just Makoto texting to ask which gate she should pull up to.  How long had she been staring at the mermaid?  Haruka flipped through her browser to figure out how to tell the mermaid she would be back, and then returned to her cart out in the hallway.  She made careful note of what room she had been in and the restricted access sign she hadn’t seen when she’d first gone in.  

She took a moment to text Makoto the best gate, along with a message that she needed to at least make sure her work could pass inspection for the night.  Also could Makoto perhaps get her mad scientist friend to hack the security system so maybe none of them would spend time in jail.  Haruka cruised through the rest of what she should have mopped, grabbing garbage and otherwise making sure it would pass a cursory inspection.

And then she jogged up to the ground level to meet up with Makoto out in the staff parking lot.  

“What is all of this about?” Makoto asked, phone in her hand.  “Ami’s not a mad scientists by the way.  She’s just really really smart and I have no idea what she does.  But she’s on cameras, we’re basically ghosts.”  

“Do you think we can drive to some secluded beach in three hours?” Haruka asked.  

“If you got me out of bed because you want to go on a drive- Haruka you have a bike even if your car isn’t running.  I have to be up to open the bakery in a few hours.” Makoto sounded more than a little exasperated.  

“And, assuming we’re not all in jail tomorrow morning, I will be right at your side burning muffins.”  Haruka was gratified that Makoto laughed at this statement.  “But this is important.  Back the truck up this way, I’ll direct you.  We can do it in three hours, right?  Way less, right?”  

“You’re not driving, I can do it in one hour.”  

“I could do it in half.”  

Makoto got into her truck and didn’t dignify this with an answer.  

Haruka helped her back into a space as close to where she would guess the tank was.  “You okay to wait here?  If someone comes by let them know you’re on a drop off.”  

“That’s only going to work so long,” Makoto said, leaning out the window to talk to her.

“I’ll be fast.”  Haruka spoke with confidence, grinning at her friend.

Haruka jogged again, finding the staff entrance that would get her where she needed to go.  It wasn’t a long hall, counting doors and corridors until she found the one that said restricted access and correlated to the door she’d accidentally slipped through earlier.  She texted the door number to Ami who was, as far as she was concerned and despite what Makoto said, a mad scientist.  A few seconds later the door clicked and Haruka was through.  

The upper part of the large tank the mermaid was far less interesting than the lower part- if you didn’t know what was in the tank.  It was much harder to make out what was below the surface and the grid from above and there was little more up in this part of the building but tank controls and monitors.  

She was tempted to glance at the security camera, trusting Ami had taken care of it, but kept her head down just in case.  Not that she was easily confused for anyone else in janitorial coveralls anyway.  She was the tallest on the janitorial staff, lean and angular and blonde.  Haruka kicked her shoes off, rolled her pants up, and dropped down to where the grid was preventing the mermaid from attempting to escape, gasping at the cold water.  She knelt down, one pant leg soaking up to the knee.  There wasn’t anything to be seen with the light reflecting off the water, so she wove her fingers down into the grid.  Immediately, soft fingers touched the ends of hers, weaving to meet them.  

Haruka grinned and got back to her feet to climb out of the tank.  Now that she was certain she had the right tank, she operated the machinery ro raise the grill and open the top of the tank.  Almost as soon as it was open, the pale, green-blue shape of the mermaid was emerging from the water.

“Hi.  Can you hear or, I don’t know.  Talk?” Haruka asked, getting the grid far enough out of the way she could kneel down where the mermaid was climbing out.  

“Yes.  But once I am out of the water it is best if I do not try to talk.”  

“Here, take my hands.  I’ll help you up and then my friend has a truck and we’ll get you out of this place.”  Haruka offered her arms and found them soon very wet and very full of mermaid.  She was colder and lighter than Haruka had expected, skin the same temperature as the salt water in her tank.  The mermaid wrapped her arms around her shoulders and her tail wound down around one leg so that Haruka could still walk.  

She stopped just long enough to close the grill and shove her feet back into her shoes.  This was the part that worried Haruka the most, walking through the building with a mermaid in her arms.  Just regular janitorial work.  That it was long after business and working hours was to their benefit, as they didn’t pass a soul.  

“The hell is that?”  Makoto half stepped out of her truck but then got back in and started the engine.  

Haruka pulled the blanket from behind the seat and, with Makoto’s help, put it on the seat so that the mermaid could cover most of her tail with it.  She almost looked human- strangely dressed perhaps and a little more green than the standard variety, but human.  

“Um, so you can see why we needed to bust this one out, right?” Haruka asked.

She settled in the passenger seat so that the mermaid was between them and the least visible from either window.  Still damp and cool, the mermaid leaned against her side and watched the window, her breathing shallow but steady.  

“Yeah.  And the timeframe.”  Makoto glanced at them from the corner of her eye and smiled at the security team member who was manning the booth.  Once past, she adjusted her rear view mirror.  “You know, he smiles just like my senpai.”  

Mostly the ride was quiet, the streets rather empty now that it was past the time most people were still out.  Once the aquarium was closed, there wasn’t a lot of reason for anyone to be out this far.  The whole truck grew tense when flashing lights started to come up behind them, but Makoto pulled to the side of the road and they passed right by.  

“I think I might be sick.”

“If you’re going to be sick switch places with me,” Haruka said, glancing over at Makoto.  

“I’ve got this.  I don’t trust you with my transmission after what happened to yours,” was the retort.  

Haruka was about to let Makoto know that if her transmission had been built to the specs she wanted, it would have done fine with the way she changed gears.  And it would be, someday.  If she could keep a job.  

When the mermaid was determined missing, would she still have a job?  She had been more interested in making sure Makoto wasn’t going to get traced to this but it would be obvious when Haruka wasn’t clocked out at all that she was a person of interest in the specimen’s disappearance.  Maybe most of the aquarium didn’t even know about her.  

“What do you think, good beach?  Should we go further?”  Makoto pulled to the side and checked the map on her phone.  

Haruka looked at the mermaid leaning against her.  It had been almost an hour and her breathing was more shallow, her skin clammy and wan.  Although she’d said three hours, Haruka thought maybe that was an overestimation on her part.  

“I think this will do.  Once she is back in the water, everything will be okay.  Right?”  Haruka caught the mermaid’s attention.

The mermaid blinked slowly at her and nodded.  

They turned off the highway and made their way down toward the beach.  The mermaid picked her head up when the car door opened and she could hear the ocean, her blue eyes turning intense.  

“Come on, almost there.”  Haruka slid one arm under her tail and the over behind her back, leaving the blanket behind in the cab of the truck.  

The beach was virtually empty and Haruka just walked out, thigh-deep, into the water with the mermaid and lowered her into the water.  Still holding onto one of her forearms, the mermaid breathed a deep sigh when she touched the ocean water, then smiled up at Haruka, her brilliant and time-stopping smile.  

“I ought to tell you something,” she said, her voice soft enough that Haruka had to lean down to hear her.  Instead of saying anything, the mermaid leaned up and kissed her on the cheek.  

Haruka dropped her, stunned by the soft, cool lips on her cheek.  

“My name is Michiru.”  

There was something she was supposed to say but Haruka just put a hand on her cheek and stared at her, at a loss for words.  Makoto came to her rescue once again, throwing a rock in their direction.  

“Tell her your name, dummy!”

“Haruka.  My name is Haruka.”  

With a flip of her tail, Michiru was gone.  Haruka was left at the shore with a cool spot on her cheek and one last time-stopping smile.  

[uberfluss]

1-97 xoxo

1. What’s your middle name? i forgot i needed one

2. What are you listening to right now? this baby dont cry by K. Flay!

3. What was the last thing you ate? oatmeal

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? my aunt

5. Do you drink? occassionally 

6. Do you smoke? nope

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? usually their affect

8. What is your hair color? naturally dark brown currently fire engine red that wont fucking fade

9. What is your eye color? blue green grey 

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? both

11. Dogs or cats? cats!

12. What’s your favorite animal?cats oscars or ferrets

13. What’s your favorite television show? myth busters or how its made

14. What’s your favorite movie? beetlejuice!!

15. What’s your favorite band/singer? Billie Eilish Grandson Kflay and Mallrat have been the most recent

16. How old are you? i literally dont know half the time

17. Do you have a crush on anyone? not to my knowledge

18. What’s your sexual orientation? bi

19. What’s your favorite color? honestly i think pink

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? i literally dont know 

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? all the fucking time

22. What were you like when you were a kid? annoying as hell never shut up and never stopped moving

23. What would your dream house be like? a small little apartment that i could safely afford

24. What last made you laugh? shaving cream in a crock

25. What is your favorite word?idt i have one 

26. What is your least favorite word? not sure

27. What turns you on? no

28. What turns you off? someone being a fucking asshat

29. What is your star sign? triple sagittarius

30. What are your favorite books? hunger games, illiad, mary shelly’s frankenstein, les miserables, and donte’s inferno.

31. Do you have any siblings? too many

32. Do you like to dance? only by myself

33. What is your definition of cheating? starting a relationship with no intent to tell your other partner(s)

34. Have you ever cheated on someone? no

35. Do you regret anything? loads

36. Do you have any phobias? driving through farmland gives me anxiety if that counts

37. Ever broken any bones? i’ve only fractured my rib the rest have been just dislocations and subfluxes which are daily occurances 

38. Ever come close to death? we all do

39. What is your religion, if any? a mess

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? yep currently seeing one

41. Are looks important in a relationship? not really?

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? hopefully neither

43. What is your favorite season? summer!!!

44. Do you have any tattoos? like 2

45. Do you have any piercings? like 9 hopefully gonna make it 11 soon

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? three

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? lydia deetz when i was like 7 

48. Who is your celebrity crush? winona ryder 

49. Are you a virgin? not answering

50. Do you get jealous easily? i literally cant name a time i’ve been truly jealous

51. What is your favorite type of food? sweets

52. Do you ever want to get married? i see no point in signing a legally binding document that ties me to a person for the foreseeable future. if anything it sounds like really bad dangerous idea.

53. Who was your first kiss with? a girl named maggie in the 6th grade and not the maggie that i post about

54. Have you ever been cheated on? no

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? sitting on a rooftop of a parking garage downtown at night taking photos and enjoying the view of the buildings around eating fries from some fast food place

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? extroverted introvert

57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? i wouldn’t be suprised

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? a way with words that doesnt make me seem like an asshole half the time

59. What is your saddest memory? when i lost contact with my parter for two and a half years

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? no

61. Do you believe in soul mates? yes

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? all the time

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? no

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? no

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? 1 i have a kid 2 im partially deaf 3 im in mensa

66. Who are you jealous of? no one really

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? a plush heart from my partner

68. How long was your longest relationship? dont know

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? the glass is half full of air and half full of liquid and therefore completely full

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? no

71. Who is your most loyal friend? Maggie Lizard U.

72. Are you in a relationship?  yes

73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? everything

74. Are you a bad person? it feels like it some days

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? lover

76. What did you do on your last birthday? i dont do anything for my birthday ever

77. What is your favorite quote and why? 

“ there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planetAnd I have the audacity to think I matterI know it's a lie but I prefer it to the alternative”Because you do have to convince yourself there’s value to your life. even if you know deep down there’s nothing because if  you dont you’ll walk down a very dark and dangerous road with only one end. and its not a very pleasant one

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? given she’s the reason im alive i’d probably be completely unable to cope 

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? i dont even know

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? i’d call the people i love and tell them i love them and try to hang out with them if i could

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? the only dream i can remember is sitting on a curb with maggie playing some jenga like game next to a crashed helicopter surrounded by terrified people with guns and we were just smiling watching a giant giant gaint ship come barreling towards us and i KNew that it was the start of the end of the world. 

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? i think the same. depends on the relationship.

83. Who were you in a past life? some Victorian bastard

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? driving around around midnight through downtown milwaukee after a death cab concert at the rave

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? yes

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? no but my sister had an imaginary friend called mr fork taht she never questioned and she thought when she got older he’d turn into mr knife. she didnt like mr fork and she wanted him to leave

87. If you were the president, what would you do? step down

88. What is your ideal career? i plan on going into phsychology and becomning a therapist ideally i want to run a shelter for run-aways or kids that got kicked out that would provide a stable enviroment and gave kids a place to stay as long as needed and if possible get the parents into therapy with those kids and resolve the home conflicts while the kids are still in the care of the shelter to ensure that they’re not mistreated as a result of anything that was said 

89. What is your political affiliation? socialist at minimum

90. Are you conservative or liberal? liberal

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? what the hell is perfection??

92. Do you like kissing in public? depends on the place

93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? create healthy equality 

94. Where would you like to live? in the middle of a giant bustling city like new york or hong kong or in a secluded pine forest running on solar pannels and well water and being completely sustainable

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation?

everywhere

96. Describe yourself in one word.

headache

97. Describe yourself in one sentence.

a dumbass who is really trying their hardest and it just doesnt wanna work

[tumblunni]

I had a kinda weird but nice daydream last night. It was more of a daydream cos i was concious enough for it to make a little sense, but also drowsy enough that its a bit more incoherant and Edgy than my usual oc thoughts

I just got the sudden strong imagery of a guy walking through a destroyed town and all the dead people blossoming back to life as he passes

And i kinda thought a backstory for him maybe? He's an alchemist who devoted himself so much to honing his craft that he used himself as a test subject for all the most dangerous and heretical experiments and is now barely human anymore. One detail i could remember is that he had empty eye sockets that glowed, and sometimes spurted out into huge gushing tendrils of blue flame that twined around his head and wiggled like antennae. They'd kinda replaced his entire nervous system so if he wiggled them he could just sense all the facts about an object. Spirit sight or something? And probably some cool singular claw arm in a lopsided frankenstein aesthetic or something. Basically he's nothing more than Pure Poison Itself vaguely wrapped in a human shell. Like an undead look but more like a boneless husk whose skin has turned to cracked porcelain.

The backstory behind him making so many sacrifices for science is that his mum died of the plague when he was a vvery young child and he wants to become the world's best doctor who can save everyone from meeting the same fate. And he actually achieved his goal of defeating death itself, even if all he could do was turn himself into such an abomination that he can never die. Now he's travelling the earth trying to save people even though theyre all scared of him, while also trying to figure out which mixture of the million experiments he did on himself finally achieved this result.

I think maybe he can sorta partially manage to ressurect people? Like they come back as ghosts or skeletons or vampires or something. And he's all weeping with guilt that he's sentenced them to the same monsterous life as him but then a little kid hugs him for bringing her mom back. *sniff*

Also i think maybe he has a kid sidekick that he's sorta adopted as a little sibling? They were one of his earlier attempts to raise the dead, and they got ostracized by their parents for being unholy and stuff. So he adopted them, but he's always trying to find another family that can adopt them cos he feels like he isnt good enough. Also, ghost dog!! He accidentally spilled his magically-charged abomination blood onto his childhood pet's ashes and it came back in a spooply form! I just imagined his sheer unrestrained joy and weeping as the lil guy immediately recognises its owner all grown up and jumps up all happy like YOURE TALL NOW HEY HEY LETS PLAY! This poor dude needs a little relief from his angsty life honestly. I imagine him just running around super 100% hyperactive happy with this little pupper and adoptive sibling who's never seen him not being grumpy and sad is like "oh my god he's been replaced by aliens"

ALSO!! I WAS THINKING!! YES!! THE MUM DOES COME BACK!!

I was thinking that probably using his imperfect ressurection power costs a lot of his energy and he has a problem with being so self sacrificing he always ruins his health for the sake of others. He's like 'well i cant stay dead so i may as well die as many times as possible to help people'. Him coming home riddled with arrows and collapsing into a bloody pile at his sibling's feet and then in the morning when he's still stuck in bed sleeping off the enormous pain he cant understand what his sibling is upset about. Like he has no value in himself because he's so guilty that he hasnt finished the ultimate panacea yet. Disregarding the fact that nobody even asked him to, and he's already done so much to help so many peopke!! TAKE CARE O YOU SELF, BRO!!

Anyway, where was i?

Oh yeah! Well i was thinking maybe he was doing some mass healing in a town somewhere. Cos oh yeah even his regular cures for stuff are still made with his own blood. He's like a walking vessel for every poison ever made in this world or the worlds beyond. ELDRITCH ASPIRIN MAN! oh actually it could be a cool aesthetic to have him all bandaged up like an edgy anime character

WHERE WAS I

Oh yeah! Well he's super mega exhausted from expending all of his magical energy and working until the crack of dawn. So he's stumbling home down the same usual route, but he passes out halfway there. And then he wakes up to see his mother tucking him into bed and bringing chicken soup. Like "I DUNNO IF IT WORKS FOR MAGICAL SICKNESS I AM VERY CONFUSED OKAY" Turns out that just by pure coincidence he'd accidentally found the spot where the mass grave for plague victims was made back in the day. And he's extra super mega sick now cos he subconciously reached out to their souls and ressurected them in his sleep. And he's just weeping so much cos he thought he'd never find her and he's guilty he subjected her to a life of being an undead monster too, and he's like 'dont look at me ive changed so much you must be ashamed' and just MAXIMUM EMOTION OKAY!! And also 'oof ouch my everything' cos flailing around panicness aint good in your condition, dude!

So big happysad reunion and him having the longest most peaceful nap he's had in years, lost in distant memories of her reading him bedtime stories as a child. (Maybe even wakes up as she's reading a bedtime story to little sib, and gets so emotional he wakes them up with his sobbing?) And its not all perfect, there's a bit of a rift in the way of just being perfevt family again cos well its been so long and he's grown up and its basically like meeting a new person and starting over. Yet also with all the pressure of knowing how things used to be and being terrified of messing up. ALSO there are like fifty other zombies walking around outside confused as fuck! I think maybe the mum becomes the new mayor of a weird little shanty town that springs up overnight and the neighbours are all like 'what do we do with suddenly acquiring a new trade route with another city state' and also 'AAA ZOMBIES'. Complex futures await out heroes! But i have faith that this little awkward family will make it work!!!

[undinefin]

19 and kageyama for the sarcasm thing!!

Luck

ksjdldks thank you so much!!! sorry it took so long ;;;

Prompt: 19. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”Genre: slice-of-lifeShips: kageyama x hinata (sort of)Word count: 2867 (i cant write short stuff skdfjskldlfd hopefully the length makes up for the wait)Author: @undinefin

note: this story has a lot to do with luck/superstitions in japan. the ones mentioned are: bad luck surrounding the numbers 4 and 9, as well as sleeping facing north, and cutting your nails at night, and the good luck of having a tea leaf stand in your tea!

send me a sarcasm writing prompt and a character/fandom!

Losing to Aoba Jousai was heartbreaking. Karasuno’s spirits were next to nothing when they came back from the Interhigh. It was a match they had poured their entire heart and soul into, yet the results still stressed the difference in skill, and a difference in teamwork.

Kageyama was extremely troubled by the loss. He put a lot of blame onto himself, and he was still unable to match against Oikawa. Despite knowing the third-year for as long as he did, and with more years of experience and training he wasn’t the setter he wanted to be. Even if there were six Kageyamas on a team, at this point he didn’t know if he could take down Aoba Jousai.

King of the Court.

He shook his head, but the phrase still sent frost through his veins. He could feel the stares when he was facing his old teammates, and he could feel the difference between them. Even now, a part of him wanted to say that he didn’t need a team, his skills were enough on their own. But he knew that he needed to change that, it was evident from middle school.

He shifted his position in bed, rolling over to face the window. Every part of his body ached from the days before, and his eyes still burned. Kageyama hadn’t cried in what felt like forever – the time he and Hinata went to go see From The Top didn’t count, volleyball was an emotional sport damn it, and the spiker was  really good.  

The sun shone directly into his dark eyes, blinding him, though he was too sore to change positions. He wondered why the sun had to be so damn bright in the morning, though as he continued to look outside his window, the pastel pink clouds gradually grew vibrant. He admired the view for what felt like forever, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the ambiguous shapes.

The time caught Kageyama’s eye. He forced himself up and shut off his clock just before the six thirty alarm began to sound.

Making his way to the bathroom, he began to hum a melody Hinata had managed to get stuck into his head, the Toilet Song. Cursing the orange munchkin, Kageyama mentally changed the lyrics to ‘Milk’ instead. He didn’t say them out loud, partially because the syllables wouldn’t match the song’s atrocious melody, partially because he didn’t want to sound like an idiot.

“Tobio, breakfast!”

Kageyama grabbed his cellphone on the way downstairs. As he sat down, the device vibrated a few times. After procuring his milk and ensuring his breakfast was balanced, he checked the messages.

Dumbass: oi Kageyama

Dumbass: are we practicing at lunch today?

The answer was obvious. He needed to get better as a setter, he needed to improve his skills and stamina. Kageyama overheard Yacchi say that yoga was relaxing. Would it help his mental state during games if he started doing yoga?

You: Of course we are

You: Why are you even asking. We never text

His mother began scolding him for having technology at the table. Kageyama held the screen open for a few seconds before eventually shutting it, and placing it on the table. He ate his breakfast quickly, wanting to get to the gym. Kageyama figured that exercising at the start of the day would get his muscles used to the pain.

Throwing on his schoolbag that he didn’t check the contents of, he rushed to the door. Kageyama checked his phone before leaving to see if Hinata had responded.

Dumbass: no reason! (^ . ^)

He was an awful liar.

***

The phrase “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out” was one that Kageyama could not agree with currently. After all, he was a genius – a volleyball genius at the very least – and yet he still couldn’t understand the reason for Hinata’s strange behaviour.

Kageyama first noticed it when he got to the gym. He opened the doors expecting to see the team’s bright ball of energy already zipping across the court, after all he’d arrived a little late. But the court was dark and empty when he entered. The first-year figured that even Hinata got sore. Maybe his bike ride up the mountain was taking extra time this morning because of the Interhigh. Kageyama sighed, paying his late teammate no mind.

He was almost finished setting up the nets when a gust of wind blew the doors open. Crashing into one of the poles and nearly knocking it over was none other than Hinata. His hair was especially messy today, and all of his buttons were done up wrong. His cheeks were flushed red from what Kageyama could only assume was biking, and clutched in his hand was a little slip of paper.

“Kageyama-kun, you have to take your shirt off!”

“…What?”

Hinata’s mouth was moving faster than his breath could catch up to, “You, I read, no, I watched the news this morning! You’re a Capricorn, your lucky colour today, it’s blue! And guess what your unlucky colour is? White! So you have to take your shirt off now!”

Before the he could protest, Hinata was already scrambling to forcefully undress him. Kageyama’s height gave him an advantage, but Hinata still pulled at the fabric uselessly. Growing annoyed, Kageyama used nearly all his strength to push the other boy away.

“What the hell am I gonna wear if I can’t wear my shirt?” he grumbled.

“I brought you an extra one!”

“You think I can fit into your clothes!?”

Hinata looked indignant. “It’ll just be a bit tight!” he snapped, “Maybe a little short…” Hinata held up the blue shirt that he’d brought, eyeing the size on Kageyama.

“It won’t be a perfect fit, per say,” he mumbled.

“It’ll be uncomfortable for both me, and everyone who has to see it,” Kageyama argued. “Besides,” he continued. “I’ll have to wear the white school top anyways when classes start.”

“Aw c’mon! You can just cover it up with your blazer during the day! Besides, when have you ever cared about appearances?” Hinata both shuddered and laughed a little, thinking about the Death Glare his friend always wore.

“Out of the two of us, I’m not the one that wears a sweater under the uniform,” Kageyama deadpanned.

Hinata blinked twice, “This isn’t the point! Just take your shirt off!”

Kageyama continued to resist, holding his arm straight to keep Hinata at a distance. “What’s gotten into you? Did you eat something funny last night?”

His chocolate eyes glowed. “If you wear this lucky, blue shirt, I’ll treat you to meat buns after school today!” Hinata ignored the question he was asked.

“Seriously?”

“Yup!”

Kageyama stared at the blue shirt, yeah it was a little small but it couldn’t be that bad? Right? “Alright,” he responded. It was worth the meat buns.

Hinata’s face lit up completely, “All right!”

“I’ll go change in the changeroom, you stay here and tighten the poles,” he ordered. Hinata gave a quick nod and handed the piece of fabric to Kageyama. Holding it in his hands, the boy wondered if the shirt would really fit.

As he made his way to the changeroom, Kageyama truly wondered what sort of super-genius it would take to figure out what was going on in Hinata’s mind. He only started grasping the way Hinata described things through sound (of course he knew the basics like ‘gwaah!’ and ‘bwaaah!’ but the others took work) and on the court, he could tell when Hinata wanted the ball. But this? This was something new entirely.

The shirt was very tight, Kageyama was struggling to get it over his shoulders. He heard the snap of a piece of fabric as he got one arm through. A part of him felt tired from just this.

“Hey Kageyama-kun, did you cut your nails last night?” Hinata asked through the door.

“No, I cut them before the match against Seijou, you watched me do it in the room, idiot,” he responded, muffled by the shirt. “Why do you care?”

“No reason! Just asking,” he replied quickly. Kageyama noted how suspicious he sounded.

The shirt felt tight. Kageyama could feel his chest being constricted every time he took a breath. Why did he agree to this again? Glancing into the mirror, Kageyama noticed exactly how dumb he looked. The sleeves of the blue shirt barely covered his shoulders, and because of that the neckline was pulled up very high. The worst part was his stomach. The shirt didn’t go all the way down, it hardly covered his belly button.  

Sighing, Kageyama reluctantly opened the door of the changeroom. Hinata eyed him before bursting out into laughter.

“Hey!” Kageyama boomed, “You’re the one who told me to wear it!”

Hinata wiped away a tear, “I know.” He couldn’t stop laughing, the words jumped along with his voice. “But I didn’t know it’d be that bad!” he declared, though the giggles that followed didn’t seem to show any hint of remorse.

“I look like an idiot!”

“Can I take a picture?” Hinata readied his phone.

“Absolutely NOT!”

“Please!”

“No!”

A shutter clicked, and the two looked towards the door of the gym.

“I feel conflicted,” Tsukishima drawled. “This picture is cursed, I’d never want to stare at it for more than a few seconds. But I’ve also never had more blackmail material on someone than this.”

Yamaguchi nodded, his phone pinged. “Thanks for the picture, Tsukki.”

“Oi!”

Before Kageyama could rush at them, either physically or verbally, the team captain appeared at the door with the rest of the third years. “Alright let’s get practice started. Usually the two of you are already practicing by now,” he motioned to Kageyama and Hinata.

“What…are you wearing?” Sugawara’s eyes filled with an emotion close to pity. “You look like a male stripper.” There was a chorus of replies, a few disgusted, but most in agreement.

The morning practice carried on, even with Kageyama’s shirt. The flying falls hurt a little extra because his bare skin was rubbing against the floor, and every time he tipped back, be it to spike or jump serve, the shirt would pull up, revealing more of his skin. It was uncomfortable to say the very least.

Every so often Tsukishima would give a snarky comment relating to Kageyama’s appearance, or Tanaka would hoot when Kageyama inadvertently flexed, and the shirt showed off his developing muscle.

“What direction does your bed face? Like, where’s the head?” It was the fourth strange question that Hinata had asked that morning. He also demanded that they work in groups of five, not four, which made splitting the players up uneven.

“East? I think?” Kageyama replied.

Hinata clicked his tongue, “I hope so.”

At this point, Kageyama was done asking questions. Hinata continued to act oddly, saying that he would talk to Daichi about switching his and Ennoshita’s jersey numbers for the rest of the season. Kageyama genuinely had to hold him back from marching up to Daichi for that.

As they were getting changed for the rest of the school day, Hinata unfurled the paper he’d brought with him. “Kageyama-kun, if any of the questions in math have a 67, 12, 8, or 39 you can’t answer them, got it? No answering!”

Tsukishima snorted, “As if he could answer the questions in the first place.”

***

Therewas a certain line that which Kageyama could tolerate Hinata’s bullshit.

The school day had gone by peacefully, he didn’t pay attention to class as usual. Instead he kept replaying the Interhigh sets in his mind. What went well? What didn’t? He decided that he’d ask Daichi for a copy of the video tape. At one point, while he was thinking of the last set with Seijou, his teacher asked him if he was alright, and if he needed to go to the bathroom.

Kageyama was readying his wallet in front of the vending machine to buy some milk for lunch before going to practice. He reached out his hand to press the button, when another reached out and pressed a different button.

“Dumbass! What the fuck!?”

Hinata’s survival instincts seemed to kick in, and he backed away, hiding behind a corner. Kageyama glared at him, but still picked up the tea that Hinata had bought for him.

“S-sorry Kageyama-kun…”

He opened the bottle angrily, “Sure you are. Why the hell would you mess with my milk?”

Hinata muffled a laugh, and reached into his blazer pocket to reveal a small, rolled up leaf. “This! Just for today…and maybe a few other days. Like, before matches or something.”

“What do you-”

He stuck the leaf into the open bottle. Kageyama almost dropped it, but he spent the money on it, may as well be careful. “What the fuck? Oh yeah just stick a leaf in my tea that I didn’t even buy. Seriously did you eat something that a stranger gave you today?”

“We just need to get it to stand!”

“Dumbass, that probably isn’t a real tea leaf! And it probably doesn’t even work if you the leaf in there yourself. Why do you keep doing this stuff?” Kageyama was genuinely asking. The leaf actually did stand up.

Hinata squirmed, “Whatever! Let’s go practice already.”

Kageyama drank the tea on the way to the gym. He grumbled about Hinata’s odd, and somewhat annoying behavior.

Upon arriving, Kageyama instinctively took his blazer off. Usually he had a fresh gym uniform underneath so he could practice whenever, but he’d forgotten about his deal with Hinata, who was currently bursting into laughter.

“You should dress like that from now on,” he stopped to catch his breath. “It’s really good, you’ll throw the other team off.”

Kageyama ignored the comment, and went to retrieve a few balls. Since it was just the two of them at lunch, they’d usually work on moves together, mostly spiking. Sometimes Kageyama would give tips on serves or receives.

“Only grab three balls! Not four!” Hinata shouted. Kageyama rolled his eyes, there he was going again with stupid superstitions.

“I don’t know why you care, you never have,” he mumbled.

Still, they began practicing a few set ups. Hinata insisted on trying out new angles for spiking, something similar to Iwaizumi’s in the third set. He began spiking closer to the edge of the court, practicing his run ups from one side to the other all while Kageyama set the ball up perfectly for him. Even now, Hinata was still amazed by the accuracy of the setter’s fingers, and how despite having his eyes closed, Hinata could still hit the ball.

“Oi! Dumbass what the fuck are you-”

Hinata hit the net. Kageyama expected him to simply fall onto the floor, but the sharp, screeching of the metal pole resounded as it popped out of its socket. The pull of the falling net lurched it forward.

Kageyama’s voice ripped through him, “Hinata!”

The metal bar was by no means heavy, but somehow his body was shaking as he held it up. Hinata sat on the floor wordless, his mouth gaping and eyes wide.

“Seriously what is up with you today? Did you push yourself too hard yesterday? Do all your muscles hurt? Including your brain?” Kageyama held out a hand. “Didn’t I tell you to tighten these this morning?”

Hinata went red at his own mistake, “I was preoccupied with other things!”

“Like asking Daichi-san to change the entire team roster, and putting leaves in my unwanted drink?” Kageyama offered.

“Well- not, not exactly!” Hinata blubbered, “I just…I thought some luck would help us…”

Kageyama gestured to the extremely tight shirt he was wearing. “Yeah? Luck? This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you. You know that neither of us are superstitious.”

“You’re the one that looks like a moron right now,” he giggled again. Hinata had to admit that Kageyama did look good in the shirt. It outlined his abs whenever he served, or set, or bent over. He would never say that much out loud though.

Kageyama’s ears burned, but he didn’t address the comment. “Why would you think we need luck?”

The boy shrugged, “Well at the Interhigh…you were pretty beat up about the entire thing. I mean, we all were. We need to improve but I…I thought I saw you, maybe, crying and-” he noticed Kageyama’s concerned face.

“…And?”

“And somehow the thought of you crying is really weird, you know? I don’t like it, but I know that I can’t change anything, so I thought that maybe having luck on our side would help. This could be routine before matches, maybe we’ll get more chance balls or something!” Hinata’s words moved fast, and his eyes were darting around, focusing everywhere but his friend.

“You really are a moron,” Kageyama snorted. “We don’t need luck. You think we won’t improve in the next few months? We’re obviously gonna beat them next time, dumbass.” Hinata’s face lit up again. It felt too bright to look at somehow, as if he radiated his own light.

“So, can I take this shirt off now?”

Hinata didn’t miss a beat, “Nope!”

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