#i cry everytime they (either of them) talk about their retirement

[tutuandscoot]

1:50: “I will attribute a lot of my passion for the sport to scott”.

😭

13:20: “I would NOT have felt comfortable (commentating the Olympics) without Scott”.

- references to fist bumps and winks also

😭😭

25:40: (Is skating for fun something she makes time for) “It’s not. It’s never made sense to…just go public skating- I would do that if I could do it with Scott, that would be so fun”.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’m sorry I just need to say this and don’t @ me coz it’s 💯 % true coz she just said it and it is in the context of what she said:

Skating for fun, for enjoyment, for the love of it is something they ONLY DO AND SHARE TOGETHER. It is that special to them. They are that special to each other. Yes they both find enjoyment in coaching/mentoring others but her (and I’m certain his as well) love of it only exists when it is with him and in memory of their partnership. She would not have done this at all had it not been for him. That is so amazing and and so magical. That this huge part of their lives is still only something they share. I preach this every single day yet I still cry hearing it coming straight from them. Someone pass me the tissues.

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 8 (Final)

A Red, Red Rose

Summary: A bombshell is dropped and you look to the future. Words: 2k TWs: mention of miscarriage

So I've lost interest in this fic hence why we have a rushed wrap up because I didn't just want to abandon it :') All parts - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

“We gonna do this forever then Johnny?”

It was a form of torture Simon was sure, them having lunch together once a week every week and making small talk. He missed his best friend. He missed being able to say something outrageous and knowing Johnny would call him a sick bastard and then immediately try to outdo him.

“Eat lunch?” Johnny replied a little miserably, shuffling pasta about his plate.

“Johnny…”

“What dae ye want me tae say LT?”

“Not your LT anymore, retired remember? And Price told me about your promotion.”

Captain John MacTavish did have a nice ring to it, and Soap had more than earned the stripes. In another world he’d have grinned at Ghost, smug as anything and making some comment about being able to order him around now. But instead he frowned and Simon hated it. 

“Talk to me for Christ sake!”

“I cannae! Ye want me tae tell ye how much I miss your wife? How it kills me that she’ll never forgive me and that she’s right about it?”

“Johnny…”

“Or were ye hoping tae hear that I dinnae even regret Las Almas? It’s ruined everything, but I’ve loved you since I broke my fingers on that stupid bloody mask and I didnae even realise until we nearly fucking died! Ignored it even when I did, had 9 years tae think about how either way I was breaking my own heart because it decided it loved two different people!”

Fuck. He was crying. Johnny was crying. And Simon was caught between wanting to kiss him or kill him. He had never expected to be loved back was the thing. He did something unbearably selfish on the understanding it was all one sided, that the fuck was just the adrenaline from thinking they were going to die and they’d forget it ever happened. And then everything had went to shit and he had fallen in love with Johnny’s widow. He’d already lost one person he loved because he was too scared to admit it, he just couldn’t do it again,  selfish asshole that he was. 

“You should regret it. You… we hurt her. Hurt her so bad that we might lose her.”

“Aye. I deserve tae lose her though, never deserved tae have her in the first place anyway. I just caught you in the crossfire of my sins.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Simon said with full derision.

This has gone on long enough. So what? Everyone was just supposed to be miserable forever? They were supposed to just lay down and take it? Johnny looked at him, hurt and confused. 

“I watched you fight every break up. You fought tooth and fucking nail to make it work. When you fucked up you made it up to her. When she fucked up you forgave her. And what? Now that Johnny is dead? Either you still love her and are willing to fight to get her back, or any part of the man I loved died in Russia.”

“You’ve lost yer fucking mind Si, she’s your wife!”

Simon stood, determined.

“And our wife needs to remember who she belongs to and who belongs to her.”

As he started marching off Johnny near choked and scrambled to follow.

“Ye cannae be serious! Leave her be Si! Ye cannae just barge in and-and-”

“And tell her she’ll try forgive us because we’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her? That we can start right now by showing her how well you can follow orders and how well I can give them for her benefit? I bloody well can and I’m bloody well going to. Either you’re with me or you can stay and mope.”

“...aye sir.”

–

Once upon a time Joey being at a sleepover was exciting, it meant some much needed alone time with your husband. Now though? The house felt cold, empty. You considered asking Gaz and Price’s partner if they’d come round to hang out, but it felt so messy when they were just as much Simon’s friend as they were yours. It would somehow make you miss him more. 

Everytime he was at the house briefly and you made polite conversation you wanted to cry. You had a few times, only after he was gone of course. That big fucking lummox. You wanted to strangle him, but then again that wasn’t exactly new. And you wanted rhubarb and sugar. Oh you could murder some rhubarb dipped in sugar like your parents used to give you as a kid. 

The door went just as you finished pouring a large glass of wine. Simon stood looking like he sometimes did when you were about to get absolutely ruined in bed and you swore your heart nearly stopped. Johnny was by his side, pupils blown with a blush crawling up his neck as if he somehow knew exactly what images just popped into your mind. Oh. Oh you suddenly wanted them so badly it hurt. 

And damn them for knowing you so well, for being able to fucking tell. Simon’s lips were on yours as he walked into the house, you being led backwards. You were clawing at his shirt as he squeezed your ass until you bumped into the kitchen island and realised how insane this was, pulling away to try find Johnny. He had followed, was swallowing thickly as Simon started to kiss and nip a path down your neck. This was insane. This was certifiably mental. You could not… have a threesome? Have a threesome with your husband and your husband who had fucked each other ten years ago on a mission before one faked his damn death. 

“W-what are you doing? We can’t…” you mumbled, trying to get your head on straight since currently your brain seemed to reside between your legs.

“Tell me what you need princess. Want me on my knees begging against your pussy? Want Johnny to fly you to Hawaii and keep you in the lap of luxury for a month? Want us to be here every single day in the garden announcing to the neighbours that we deserve a fucking whipping for how badly we fucked everything up with the gorgeous mother of our child?”

Christ almighty. So much for Simon being the unemotional and ineloquent one. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t handle how much you wanted to just give in. He made it sound so easy, like you could have them both, like they would give you whatever you wanted just to stay by your side despite what they’d done. He was going to his knees in front of you.

“Rhubarb!”

The room froze for a moment as Simon hit the ground with his knees and just stared at you.

“...is that, uh, a safeword?” Johnny asked, seemingly surprised out of the slack jawed, dazed state he seemed to have been in. 

“No. I mean I… rhubarb. You asked what I needed. Rhubarb and sugar, but we have sugar in the cupboard so… just the rhubarb.”

“...ok, rhubarb. We can do rhubarb” Simon said after a moment, taking it in his stride as he snuck a peck to your stomach where his head currently was and then stood. 

If they just left and went to the shops maybe you could… you didn’t know. Maybe you could hurriedly touch yourself to get rid of the ache between your legs and then neck your wine to get rid of the one in your chest. Simon turned and nodded to Johnny and took a few steps, so you picked up the glass of wine to calm yourself down only for Johnny to pluck it out of your hands.

“Unless you’ve suddenly developed a taste for red wine I’d appreciate that back” you snapped at him.

“And since you’ve suddenly developed a taste for rhubarb I’m naw giving it tae ye.”

“MacTavish” Simon scolded, sure Johnny was about to ruin what he was hoping was some reconciliation here.

“That’s not…” you started before you went pale. 

“How ye been feeling recently hen?”

Oh no. Not now. You just assumed you felt sick because of the stress. But then the take away food had seemed so off despite you usually loving it. You kept having to throw up. You were lethargic. And now you needed rhubarb and sugar, something you had only craved twice in your adult life, the most recent being over a decade ago. The last time you were pregnant. 

“What’s going on?” Simon asked, not liking at all how your face just fell as he strode back to you. “What did you do Johnny? It’s ok sweetheart, I’m sorry we just showed up, seemed like a good idea at the time. Just missed you so much.”

The universe had a sick sense of humour. Over a year of trying for a baby with this man. 18 fucking months. And you get pregnant right before your other husband comes back from the dead, the one it turns out your current husband has slept with behind your back? This could not be happening, but all the signs were there. When had you last had a period? You hadn’t even noticed that you were late with everything going on. 

You tried to do the maths in your head. It had been a few months since Johnny had come back, so you were at the very least that far along. 8 weeks. You had miscarried at 10. Maybe you were further along, maybe you were past the worst of the danger. God you prayed you were past the worst of the danger. 

“Si, gie her some room would ye? We’re right here, if ye want us tae be. It’s up to you, you dinnae have tae…” Johnny said, struggling to get out the words.

There was no thought in your mind that you would get rid of this baby, but the fact that he was putting that option out there when he himself had always been so desperate for a big family was something you appreciated more than you could say. Goddamnit, he still loved you. 9 years away and he still bloody loved you. Would still do whatever it took for you to be happy. Even if in that case this meant not having another baby.

How strange that you thought of this baby as his. How strange that you just as strongly thought of it as Simon’s. If the past few months had shown you anything it was that you could look after a child between the three of you, so it wasn’t like they had to be with you to do it. Even if you’d like them to be. Despite it all, you’d really fucking like them to be.

“Princess?”

You took a deep breath and smiled softly at Simon who was looking increasingly alarmed. You caressed his face and it felt like relief to touch him. 

“Maybe we can go a trip to the doctor on the way for the rhubarb Casper. Think we might be pregnant.”

–

A very healthy baby girl with an incredibly healthy set of lungs. You sang to her, love like A Red, Red Rose for your little Rose. You bawled your eyes out when Joey refused to turn down his hearing aids even when she was screaming at the top of her lungs because that was his baby sister and he would never not want to hear her. It was a good thing you could all sign with the way she drowned you all out, even Johnny as clumsy as his hands were with it had dedicated himself to learning since he had got home. 

You were fairly certain your little Rose was making Price broody with Gaz and their partner finding their grumpy old man losing his mind over a chubby baby adorable. Although there was a good chance Price wasn’t making any babies with how you had planted your foot in his groin when he finally came out of hiding. 

You were still figuring things out, but right now? Right now you were happy. You had two perfect children by two imperfect husbands. It was up in the air what your family was going to look like in the future. Did you want to forgive them? Even if you did, would you be friends and co-parents or something more?

That you hadn’t quite decided yet. But you were determined that whatever the future held for you, it was going to be a future full of love and laughter.

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny- Chapter Four

A/N: I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE SOME FUCKING ANGST. THIS CHAPTER IS ALL ANGST. SORRY NOT SORRY.

(Okay I'm a little sorry) As always feedback is much appreciated and encouraged 🥰

Dogfight football had to be the dumbest thing Lucky had ever heard of. It made zero sense, and it hurt her brain. Plus while she worked out, sports were not her strong suit. She was however enjoying herself by tackling Fanboy as often as possible.

"Why are you so mean to me Lucky?"

"You make such an easy target!"

She couldn't deny the fact that her man looked damn good running around shirtless either.

Poor Fanboy's brain had short-circuited when he saw Lucky in her bikini top and shorts. He didn't even pretend to look away when she had shed the shorts. Standing there looking like a goddess in her tiny, black bikini. He noticed Hangman staring too, he didn't even blame the blonde. Lucky was hot as hell, but Fanboy knew who she would be sleeping next to tonight and it wasn't Jake Seresin.

As the sun went down the group decided to spread out a couple beach towels to chill on. Beers were drank, jokes were told, and Lucky never felt so close to a group of people before.

----

Now that Maverick was satisfied with their dogfighting skills, they were moving on to actually running the mission's course. After several mess ups, they moved into having four planes in the air at once.

Dagger One was Coyote, Dagger Two was Lucky, Dagger Three was Payback and Fanboy, and Dagger Four was Phoenix and Bob. It was going so well even with Maverick acting like a bogey trying to throw them off their groove. That was until they reached the 10G climb. Lucky watched in horror as Coyote went into G-Lock.

Even when he came back to, Lucky still felt like something wasn't right. That's when the bird strike happened and she plummeted towards the ground.

-----

The last time she had gone home to see her Mom, it ended in the same argument that always happened. Delilah Steele was a strong woman, and she was damn proud to have raised a daughter just as strong as she was. However, she still held a little resentment that her daughter had left her so soon after they had lost William.

Everytime Baylie came home it was the same. They would both play nice for the first few days, filling each other in on their lives. Then her mother would bring up her retiring from the Navy, coming home to settle down, and giving her grandkids.

Baylie wasn't ready to give up her wings, and she sure as hell wasn't settling down in Illinois. Mickey and her had talked a couple times about marriage and babies. They decided that California was only fair, that was where they had met and fallen in love. Plus that way neither of their families would feel inferior to the other.

Baylie had stormed out of her childhood home and flown out to California to spend the rest of her time off alone, in the home she'd created with Mickey. Crying herself to sleep, because she never wanted to hurt her mother.

Now as she spun out of control, she wished she had made up with her mother. Wished she hadn't stormed out, had instead hugged her mother and told her that she loved her one last time.

-----

The last time her and Mickey had been on leave at the same time had been over a year ago. They had only a week until they were both shipped out again and had spent that whole week in New York. It had been around Christmas time so they walked hand in hand around Times Square taking in the beautiful sights, while sipping hot cocoa. They had declared a snowball war in Central Park (Lucky had won, but Fanboy swears he let her win). And they spent every night under the sheets in a hotel room that was far too expensive for the accommodations.

When their week was up it had been a bittersweet goodbye. It never got easier leaving the person you loved behind.

"I love you so much mí amor."

"I know."

"Did you just Star Wars me?"

"I did, nerd."

As the ground came closer and closer she heard that same voice ringing in her ears telling her to eject. She couldn't respond, but she hoped that her nerd knew how much she had loved him for all these years. That if he had ever asked her, she would have said yes.

-----

The very last time she saw her father, she had been saying goodbye. He was so fragile and so pale. The past five months on chemotherapy had destroyed him. She knew it was the end. He wasn't getting better and the cancer had spread too much. It was only two weeks before her high school graduation and she hated that he was going to miss it. That had been his goal, he told every nurse and every doctor.

"I want to see my little girl graduate."

He wouldn't get that wish, but she knew he would be watching from somewhere much nicer than here. A place where he was no longer in pain.

"You can let go Dad, I promise we will be okay." She whispered. "It'll be hard but me and momma will take care of each other."

Then William Michael Steele took his last breath and his daughter's life would forever be changed. She would chase clouds across the sky, knowing that she was as close to heaven as she could get. Hoping that he could see her, and was proud of the path she had forged. Praying for more pennies from heaven.

As she pulled the eject handle, she could almost hear her father's voice.

"That's right, Lucky girl. It's not your time."

-----

IM SORRY FOR ENDING IT RIGHT THERE. BUT ALSO NOT SORRY. ANGST IS THE NAME OF THIS CHAPTER FOR A REASON.

I hope you enjoyed! As always thank you for reading and shoutout to my bestest friends on this silly app for loving these two as much as I do!

The Forevers: @kloofspeaks @notyoursbutlewis @roosterscockpit @callsign-milano @callsignthirsty @callmemana @likelyrowdy

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[bbyheedeungie]

Tales of the ring | Orphan! Jay AU Part 1

Pairings: Jay x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, age gap (4 years)

Warnings: suggestive content, messy timeline

Synopsis: You've spent most of your lives together at a Catholic orphanage in a small town, with Jay being left there as an infant and you volunteering there since you were thirteen years old. Now twenty-three, every child in the orphanage looks up to you as their older sister. Well, except for that one stubborn kid named Jay.

You always tend to his cuts and bruises when he fell down after climbing on trees with his friends, but not after a long hour of bickering.

"Stop climbing trees if you're just gonna fall down!" You scold 9-year old Jay as you rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Just shut up and fix me up, woman." He demands, his arms crossed over his chest. You sigh.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? You could've broken a bone or something!" You reasoned with him. His eyes turns into slits, glaring at you.

"Are you calling me a wimp?" He challenges. Though it never crossed your mind, the thought of calling him a wimp was indeed amusing. You tried to suppress your laughter but it came out as a snort.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp. Drop it." Jay says, almost coming out as a whine. You nod, trying to calm yourself down from wanting to laugh. Cause you know Jay's going to end you if he even hears anything close to a giggle come out from your lips.

_

"Still as wimpy as ever, huh?" You teased him as you disinfected his wounded knees. He was sitting on the couch with you kneeled infront of him, and 16 year old Jay just can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Your lower lip is caught in between your teeth as you concentrated on his cuts, and Jay licks his own lips unconsciously.

At 20 years old, you have grown to be quite a lady, Jay notes. Beautiful, luscious hair that complimented the perfect features of your face, your body slightly plump in some places which gave you that womanly figure, dainty and gentle hands that cared for his wounds, any man would think of you as wife material. And Jay couldn't help but huff in annoyance at the thought of other men wanting you for themselves.

"And you're still as annoying as ever." He mutters before he pinched your cheeks hard, making you yelp in pain and involuntarily putting pressure on the cotton ball you were dipping onto his wound. Soon after, you were both crying from pain.

"How could you." He said in betrayal, clutching his wounded knee.

You always chased after him around the orphanage when he had a fever to make him take his medicine when he refused to drink them, dragging him by the back of his shirt to his room to make him rest.

"You can't just pull a stunt like that when I'm fixing up your cuts you dummy." You glared at him, massaging your reddened cheek.

_

"I don't want to stay in bed, woman. I wanna play outside!" 11-year old Jay huffs in annoyance, kicking off the blanket you've just placed on his body. You sighed and placed it back on him.

"Bold of you to call me a woman after I've just wrestled you at the lobby earlier." 15-year old you chuckled, remembering what you had to go through to make him go back to his room.

"Don't remind me, you were like a freaking hippo back there! Geez." Jay scrunches his nose and turns his back to you.

_

"You insufferable woman." He mutters as you tuck him into his bed. 18-year old Jay was just as irritable as ever, but only when it came to you.

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes at him dismissively as you placed a cold compress to his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Stop being a jerk for once and learn to take care of yourself, will you?" You scold him, leaning in to fix the position of his pillow. Jay's heartbeat goes nuts, with your body so close above him. He could just grab you by the waist then and there and hold you tight. Your feminine scent was so alluring, filling up his senses, your skin translucent in the moonlight shining through the windows and he even caught a glimpse of your cleavage through your thin, white dress shirt.

Shit, shit, shit. He thinks, fisting his blanket tightly. His cheeks glowed crimson red, but thankfully you thought it was just because of the fever.

_

Rest assured, Jay wasn't all that bad as others make him out to be, and you strongly believe this. You remember that one night, it was your fourteenth birthday but you didn't bother telling anyone. You didn't want to burden the sisters, and your family didn't care much about it either. But Jay did. He cared, and he remembered.

You sat on the roof, your secret hiding place, as you admired the starry sky. But it's not really a secret when Jay knows about it. The ten year old boy climbed up, grunting as he struggled keeping his balance. You flinched at the sound and panicked, but it immediately died down when you saw it was just him. He quietly sat beside you.

Silence took over as you sighed in content, taking in the peaceful evening.

"Happy birthday." Jay said, almost a whisper. Your head turns to him and he immediately looks the other way, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Jay." You said in gratitude, not bothering to hide your smile. He still refused to look your way as he held out his fist.

"What is it?" You asked in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows at his closed hand. He sighs, taking your hand in his as he placed something cold and hard on your palm.

"It's for you." He says. You gasped, taking in the shiny object encrusted with tiny jewels that glinted in the moonlight.

"Jay, where did you get this?" You ask him, bewildered.

"The sisters said they found that ring in my pocket when they found me outside the door of the orphanage the night that they took me in. It's my most precious possession. In fact, it's my only possession." He says, laughing lightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Must be an heirloom, maybe you came from a wealthy family! Jay, I can't accept this. This is important to you!" You exclaimed, holding the ring back to him.

You're important to me. He thinks.

"Maybe, but they've left me here haven't they?" He simply shrugs.

"But why give it to me?" You asked, holding the ring close to your chest. Jay rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"Hey, no more questions. I gave it to you as a birthday gift, so you better treasure it. Good night." He says and prepares to climb down, leaving you dumbfounded.

_

At nineteen, Jay was the oldest at the orphanage. He never got adopted, and younger kids would pick on him because of it.

"You never got adopted because your a weirdo."

"They can probably sense that you're useless."

But Jay being Jay, he'd beat them up everytime just because their faces annoy him. And you'd be the one to ask for forgiveness for his sake everytime he got in trouble. You knew him well enough to know that although he'd never admit it out loud, seeing other kids like Jungwon and Sunoo get adopted while he gets left behind hurt him more than it should.

"I'm very sorry for Jay's actions, please don't send him away." You begged to the Mother Superior's feet, and Jay couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Not of you, but of himself for having you go through all this for him.

"Noona, please you don't have to do this." He tells you softly, for once as he tries pulling you up to your feet but you just won't budge.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you have grown quite close to Jay for the past ten years. But he is now of legal age he can't just keep hurting minors." The mother superior, which is the head of the orphanage states.

"Jay promises he won't do it again, please." You continue to plead, at this point you were so close at kissing the sister's feet if that'll make them forgive Jay.

"What, when did I promised—." He says and you signal him to shut up. The sisters sigh, and decide to just punish Jay by making him work at the farm for a month. You thank them over and over, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you. Jay, you may retire to your room." The mother superior instructs. Jay looks at you hesitantly, before leaving.

"Have a seat." She commands you, and you oblige.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You asked.

"Listen, dear. You're now twenty-three years old, you are at your ripest age of getting married. Not only that, but you're also one of the most beautiful maidens of this town. You can't spend your life at this orphanage forever. Won't you consider settling down soon?" She suggests, and you felt a lump in your throat, your heart feeling unease.

"That's alright, Mother Superior. I'm only twenty-three, I still have a lot to figure out in my life. When a man does take interest in me, I'll decide then." You assure her, and stand up to leave.

The next days, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids and for Jay before he heads off to the farm. Jay being the stubborn boy he is, refuses to sit down and have breakfast and so on most days, you'd chase after him to bring him his breakfast and lunch box. He'd purposely walk faster, ignoring your shouts. A smirk never leaving his face.

"Jay! Jay! Wait!" You yelled, chasing your breath as you continued to run after him. But your quick steps were no match for his long strides.

"Jay you freaking dimwit! Haaaaalt!" You yell at the top of your lungs with all your might, and he finally stops in his tracks, turning to look at you.

"Oh, you've been calling for me? Did you need something?" He asks, feigning ignorance that you've been shouting his name for a good fifteen minutes. You huff, stomping towards him angrily. His face smug the whole time.

Others would think you're ready to punch him in the face, but instead you would take his hand and place his boxed meal there. You sigh.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And finish everything I packed for you." You say. Jay simply rolls his eyes and waves a hand at you dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, just don't go missing me too much." He teases, suppressing a smile. You scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Damn right, I wont." You stuck your tongue at him before waving him goodbye, running back to the orphanage.

As you walked back, you notice a fancy carriage parked in front of the orphanage. Many people were gathered around, gossiping.

"The crown prince has selected candidates to be his wife."

"Now that the queen has passed away, the prince must choose his bride in order to ascend to the throne."

"Oh what a lucky girl she must be."

You slip through the crowd of people, successfully making your way inside.

"Oh here she is now." Mother Superior introduces you to the men in fancy clothing, and you stood their dumbfounded.

"She is a beauty indeed." The men agreed to themselves.

"What exactly is happening?" You whisper to the Mother Superior.

"They came here for you, my child. You have been selected by the prince to become a candidate of being his wife. I've already had your suitcases ready, they will take you to the palace now. And don't worry, I've already informed your parents and they are more than happy and wished you the best."

Everything was happening so fast, it's like everything's been decided for you. And amidst the chaos in your mind, you could only think of one person. Jay.

"What about Jay, I haven't said goodbye—" You pleaded to the old woman to let you see Jay one last time but the footmen has announced your departure to the palace. You choked on your tears as pain burned through your chest, clutching Jay's ring to your chest as you were brought further and further away from the place you called home all your life.

Jay plowed the soil over and over, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead. The sun is high and the heat is a pretty tough companion.

"Jay! Jay!" Jay's friend, Sunghoon called his name, sprinting towards him as if his life depended on it. Sunghoon was one of the orphan kids who got adopted recently, whose home was only a few blocks away from the orphanage. Jay halted his work, placing the tool beside him.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here?" He raises his eyebrow. Sunghoon holds onto his knees as he catches his breath, before uttering words that shattered Jay's heart into pieces.

"No, it can't be." He refuses to believe it, shaking his head aggressively as tears welled in his eyes. It felt as if he was pierced so deeply in the chest with a dagger, so agonizingly painful.

"It is true, they took Y/N to the palace to become the prince's bride. It's been the talk of the town all morning." Sunghoon is sad for his friend, knowing his feelings for her all along.

"No! Y/N wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave just like that. No." Jay cried and ran his way back to the orphanage, leaving his belongings behind.

He enters the orphanage, screaming for your name.

"Noona? Noona! I'm here, I'm here now. Noona? Where are you?" He kept on calling for you, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. The sisters tried to calm him down but he shoved their hands away from him.

"No! It can't be, she couldn't have left. Please tell me she didn't leave, please." Jay crumbled as he called your name over and over in agony. He begged for everything to be just some sick joke, a prank you planned to get back at him for always being so mean to you.

"Y/N." He choked out before everything spiraled infront of him and went black.

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

hello 👋🏻 i was wondering if you could write different kissing/kisses scenarios with Jonathan? just tooth rotting fluff, maybe a desperate kiss where they feel they might lose one another or something yanno? THANK YOU ILYILY

YES!!!

Note I don't have access to my laptop, that's why this time is a bit different, so I'm sorry if this came out weird because I'm typing it from my phone.

Either was I hope you enjoy!

((LOOK AT THOSE LIPS!!.. I'D KISS HIM!!))

• Morning Kiss

Jonathan groaned annoyingly at the one ray of sun light that was able to escape the dark heavy curtains of the equally dark room. His first instinct was to get up from the bed, move to the curtains ,and close them properly. However, that was all forgotten when her realized the small weight that pressed his arm to the bed, he smiled as he looked down at your sleeping face. Carefully, Jonathan layed back down, ignoring the light that woke him up and focused at you. He has said how he loved the look of fear in people's faces, but when he is with you he wants to see nothing but your smiles and the peaceful look you have now as upu slept. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to yours and proceeded to shower you with kiss, when he heard your giggles it encouraged him to keep going, until you are fully up, which would take a while. The master of fear had always preferred the night, but since he met you he started to love mornings even more.

•Angry Kiss

"Fuck You!" You yelled before turning away to leave to your room.

"(Y/n), please wait!" Called Jonathan and he walked after you.

"No!" You said mot stopping as you went up the stairs. "You alway do that, you promise you'd make time for me everytime, and lile everytime I belive you, like an Idiot!"

When you were almost about to reach your room jonathan graped your wrist to stop you. It wasn't a strong hold, a gentle one that you could get free if you pulled your hand away hard enough. But you didn't and just stopped in your place but did not face him.

"I know I have been a terrible boyfriend to you, my love." He started. "I am so sorry,but please know that I am truely trying so hard to spend more time with you, but the Legion-"

"The Legion this, the Legion that, with how much you use them as an excuse you sound like a broken record!" You spat before pulling your arm away and faced him. He looked so guilty but you stood your ground. "I know your reputation as a villain is important, and I was ready to be patient through it all, when you have your all nighters, your meetings, and even when you get send to Arkham."

"My love-"

"7 MONTHS!!" He cut him off. "We haven't been able to be alone in the same room let alone set together for 7 months, I don't even remember that I have a boyfriend unless I see the news to see you in it!"

"I promise to be there more!" He said quickly. "I will take a break from the Legion, I will even take us on a vacation to that place you love so much, even if the Legion called me for assistant I will ignore them, I will be here for you for as long as you want me! "

All that didn't effect you because he said it all before, but what calmed your anger is what he said it next.

"Please...don't leave me."

His voice sounded so broken and lost. there was a pause between you two before you let out and angry groan, and get a hold of his shirt collar, which suprised him, and pulled him to you, where your crashed your lips to his. Jonathan was so lost and confused but he didn't pull away and gave in to you. The kiss was so agressive, heated, and before you pulled away you bit his lower lip making him wince in pain. The bute drew a bit of blood.

"You better keep your promise this time." You smirked. "Or I'll have to punish you~"

• Desperate Kiss

Like the joker you were Jonathan's Harley, but unlike the mad clown jonathan never abused you. In fact, he'd always keep you close to him at all times, you were his lab partner, the first head seek their opinion on his next plan, and whenever they'd face the batman, he'd send the henchmen to fight while dragging you with him to escape. There were couple of times where you were caught and sent to jail, and because you are not insane the judge would always send to spend time in regular jail for women which makes jonathan go into a frenzy, needing couple of guards to hold him down as the others took you away. Of course, the moment he escapes arkham he breaks you out the same night.

It wasn't long for a rumor to break loss of the two of you dating. You ignored it, which was hard considering how Harley and Ivy would poke you around to make you "Confess", which was never satisfying since your answer was always "We are not dating". The rumor became a reality, when jonathan confessed his love for you and asking you out for a date. Least to say, you were lovely dovey, even when your relationship lasted years, you still acted as if you were have become lovers recently. Despite the ups and Downs of being beaten by the bat, and seperated in court, you were happy.

Until that Halloween night, where Jonathan had planned something... really... Very ...bad. It was so bad that after you were caught and sentenced to jail for life as usual you found out from TV that Jonathan was sentenced to death. You felt your face grow pale and body grow cold at the news. He was being guarded by batman himself to assure he won't escape, that same night you had sever panic attack that they sent your to the infirmary to calm you down before you hurt yourself or others. You tried to escape by yourself but it always failed and ended up with you being beaten by the gaird and sent to solitary. One night a couple of guards took you away and sneaked you out of jail, you were confused by the lake of show, jonathan would put as he broke you out, but you were still excited, thinking he had escaped and came to get you. But was disappointed when you handed a letter from him telling you leave to the agreed location, and with it was tickets. The same day you escaped prison you left the country with the confident that Jonathan will come after you. Months past and you heard nothing from him or of him. Every day you'd go to the post office and asked if there was any letters by your "Fake Name" but every time nothing, you'd stay up at night thinking he'd be walking through the door every moment now.

After a whole year had and you broke down crying because by now you believed that jonathan had died a long time ago and you were hanging to a hope that wasn't there. You were crying so hard that you didn't notice the warm arms that wrapped around you until you were brought against a hard chest. You gasped and looked uo only to be met with tearful blue eyes of jonathan. You didn't think, you quickly wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled him to a desperate kiss, he kissed you back as his hand went and and down your back to calm you down. When you stopped kissing you didn't pull away and only hugged him tighter and rested your head on his shoulder.

"P..Please ...don't go away.. " You begged between sniffs, thinking this was just a hallucination. "Don't leave me alone again."

Jonathan hugged you tighter, deeply regretting not giving a sign of him being alive, how he broke out, how he needed to do many favors for other villains to help him retire, obtain enough money to last you a life time,and live the peaceful life you both have ever dreamed of.

"I promise, I won't."

• Distracting Kiss

You came home from work excited. They finally gave you the vacation that you have been asking for and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with Jonathan. You were daydreaming about all the things you had planned for the both of you when you almost tripped and fell over something, you looked down and recognized the item as Jonathan's shos.

You let out a sigh. Everytime he leaves his shoes at the door like that, it means that he had hurried to his lab to work again. Normally you'd just shrug it off and just head off and make food for him so he won't starve himself... Again. However, today you will no have that. You put your things aside and went to the basement where he had set a mini lab for him to work in, his original lab was in his secret hideout, but he still set a lab in your home so he won't have to go back and forth over small things. You stopped at the end of the stairs and just stared at a hunched over jonathan who was writing on paper as if it was his last day.

"Jonathan." You called sweetly. He lifted his head to look at you and give you a tired smile before going back to his work. That didn't set well with you. "What are you doing?"

"I am working on a new formula for the fear toxin." He answered not noticing you coming closer. "It came to me on my way back home-"

He stopped talking, writing, and breathing when you wrapped your arms around him, and pressed your front ti his back. But that wasn't what made him stop functioning, it was the kisses you were placing in the back of his neck and with how your hand were moving around his body. He let out a sigh of pleasure that he couldn't hold in.

"(Y/n) dear... Please stop." His voice struggling. "I need to go back to work."

"And I need attention." You pressed your body on him more to be able to whisper in his ear. "A lot of it."

Jonathan tried to resist you could see it. He took his pen again and started to continue writing but this time slower than before. You held back a laugh at his determination, and decided to do your own testing, you started kissing up and down his neck. You knew all his weak spots and so it was only a matter of minutes before Jonathan gave up and turned around to give a direct kiss, which muffled your laughs as he lifted you up to your shared room where he will give you all the attention you want.

•Chaste Kiss

You and jonathan were setting together in the living room, you were watching whatever was on TV on the wide sofa, while he was reading in his seperated chair. Expect, he wasn't reading at all, he was staring at you while resting his head on his hand. You looked so beautiful, that he knew very well when he first saw you, but your beauty became even greater the moment he knew you more. You were so smart, sweet, kind, and most importantly patient. When he would be sent to arkham, when he would come injured from a failed crime attempt, when he made a lab in your basement. The list can go forever, yet she still stayed with him and when he asked her why she just answered with...

"I love you, that's why."

It bewildered him, confused him, he found no sense to give up all that for someone just because they loved them, but the warm feeling he felt by your words silenced everything else. He never told you those words, but that doesn't mean the feeling isn't mutual. His eyes trailed to her lips, which made him realize how in the past he hated any kind of physical touch, that just the mention of kissing made him feel disgust. But now he doesn't seem to have enough from her sweet kisses, even in their intimate moments he would make sure to ravish her lips the most... Aside from other areas.

"Why are you smiling?" You asked pulling him out of his train of thought, you also were smiling but he could also see a bit of blush obviously embarrassed by the realization that he was staring at her while smiling.

Jonathan didn't answer, he careful closed his book and got up and left to the other room, missing the pout you had, but it was quickly replaced with bewilderment as he came back after putting his book away, and instead of setting back in his chair he went to set next to her. (Y/n) still looked confused but pleased, he smiled down at her before placing his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. He could feel her tense in surprise before quickly relaxing. The kiss wasn't heated or deep, just a simple and gentl kiss.

"Jonathan, what-" you tried to asked after the two of you pulled away but he cut you off with un expected words.

"I love you." He said as he stared into her wide eyes.

He never said those words for he preferred his actions to speak louder, but those simple words seemed to please his lover quite a lot.

•Unexpected Kiss

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you jumped up from your desk and started gathering papers and other items from your desk. Jonathan who once in a while would visit your office for a coffee break looked confused if not surprised by hearing you curse.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he silently watched you go through your drawers searching.

"I forgot my mother is going arrive to Gotham today!" You said as you put stuff in your suit case. "I told her that I'd pick her up after work, but I forgot it was today!"

That's going to be troubling considering the distant between the airport and Arkham." He said casually sipping his coffee.

"I KNOW!" You yelled desperately.

"Want me to drive you?" He asked and you shock your head as you wore your coat.

"Thanks for the kind offer Jonathan, but I'll be able to handle it this time." You said getting ready to leave, you went to your place which was across from him and drank the rest of your coffee.

"Very well, just be careful and good luck." He said getting up to leave.

"Yeah thanks you too!" You said distractedly, but your next action left Jonathan with a look of pure shock, you kissed him on the lips before existing the office. "Lock the doors on your way out, thanks!! "

Jonathan was still staring with wide eyes at the direction you disappeared to. You had just kissed him and hadn't realized it yet, knowing you, you'd probably realize it only late at night when things had calmed down and you were alone with your thoughts. Now, you and him have only been friends in the work place at Arkham, but from your action just now, which happened because of two reasons, you genuinely wasn't aware of it, or deep down you wanted for them to be more than just friends, who drink coffee together, or go out for lunch after work.

He hoped for the later, but to finally find out he'd have to wait untill tomorrow morning, or later that night when she'd probably call him apologizing while being embarassed.

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I hope you guys liked this one and sorry for any error, again I wrote this on my phone.

[peterrparrkerr]

Alrighty friend, back with more at request. Coke Dick is dark and my HC is very dark too. Because there was one of two ways it could have gone when you first introduced it. Either Peter got clean and Tony kept him, or Peter stayed addicted while Tony kept him. Since Tony is a user himself, it made sense he keeps Peter on the drugs.

Anyway, for awhile Peter languishes, but eventually he is old enough to go out and convinces Tony to let him pick an online class or two so he's not so bored without them. Tony thinks he'll choose art or something but Peter always loved science and just slowly works his way through the science section of the catalog. And Everytime he gets an A the guys are so proud of him and fuck him silly.

And despite Tony warning him that he's still their toy first, they make sure he has time when he really needs it, though he gets really good at cockwarming while writing papers.

Eventually Peter shyly suggests that they could make improvements, and explains the chemical formulas and which parts affect the brain. He says they could even make custom drugs that they could sell or sell the formula to other dealers (Tony never did like attracting attention by standing out and if they did it right he could eliminate competition).

If Tony ever goes to jail, he's got "evidence" against Peter because the boy would never survive on the outside without him. Maybe he talks it over with Peter, maybe he doesn't, but he ensures that Peter is painted as part mastermind with Tony so they get sent to the same prison and he's able to use his influence to make sure they're cell mates.

I hate that my brain even goes here but Peter would realize how drastically shortened his lifespan is likely to be. Maybe he uses those science classes to create a safer higher for him and Tony/the boys because he loves them and wants a longer life with them. Addicts don't live long lives though, and criminals like them don't get to retire normally. Tony notices Peter's frantic research and at first thinks he's trying to get off the drugs to leave but Peter breaks down crying and saying he's afraid to lose them and Tony gets pensive. He's not exactly a spring chicken and he's lasted this long in the game only because he's smart about it.

So this goes one of two ways. Tony finally gets caught. They get raided or someone tries to move in on his territory. People die, and we see Peter or Tony holding the other one while bloodied, and I'd think at that point both would be happy just to go together, because Peter can't survive with the gang and Tony doesn't care to go forward alone without his men or his boy.

Or Tony wises up with Peter's panic. He starts planning their exit, talking to the boys, seeing who wants to come and who wants to stay. His close crew agrees they've been working long enough and would enjoy retirement so he picks a location, starts setting it up so that the house is ready for them, and it's got a safe house and escape plans just in case. Then he takes all of Peter's custom drugs and formulas, and his routes and stuff and sells them in the down low before just disappearing, leaving a note to whoever he left the distribution to (and maybe he doesn't leave it to anyone, but I think he'd introduce suppliers to distributors because the one way to have your retirement go bad is people pissed off that you left them hanging.) And Peter's got a lab to make anything they need and he's good at pharma stuff so even when they're getting older, he makes medicine when possible. Eventually they're all buried there together, and it's Steve or Bucky who holds the fort at the end, Peter having passed around the time Tony did.

Sorry this one just makes me sad because Peter would die super fucking young, and even the happy ending only stays happy if you stop early.

@snowstark @vaguekiwi listen 😭

I don't think Tony would go as far as incriminating Peter, but he'd definitely have a plan in the off chance that he was arrested. Maybe Steve or Sam takes care of Peter while he's locked up. And he's still got some pretty deep pockets and knows some really high up people, so Tony gets a lot more leniency in prison.

Peter gets to visit him often. They get a special room just the two of them. Tony still runs the show from prison. If Tony ever got caught he'd definitely be serving a life sentence. There's no way his lawyers would be able to drop his sensense or get him parole.

I like the idea of the boys getting out. Maybe people higher than Tony goes finds out most of the cops are dirty and decides it's time for a clean slate.

It becomes more of a hassle for Tony and his boys to keep their noses clean so after struggling for a few years and actually losing more money than they're making, Tony decides to move his base of operations.

By this time, Tony himself is probably a targeted man with law enforcement. His lawyers are beginning to doubt they can keep his record clean, and Tony doesn't want to risk it.

So he packs up Peter, Steve, Sam and Bucky and decides to start fresh. I think they'd go to Morocco. There's no us extradition treaty with the us there and those boys would thrive in the khaki pants with the half buttoned white shirts with the sunglasses.

I don't think they'd retire, but they would slow down. Tony gets his business up and running, but it's run between him and his boys. He doesn't hire anyone else.

Peter even joins in. He deals to the local kids around his age, and occasionally mules across certain distances with Sam or Bucky at his side.

The weather is better for them all there as well. I'm sure Tony takes every chance he gets to go to the beach and sun bathe. And they all go to the local food market in town for their groceries.

Almost everyone in the city they now live in know who they are. Drugs aren't all they do now. Bucky starts working part time as a fixer. He's always been good with his hands, and there's a lot of broken doors and boats with holes in them.

Sam works at the local bar, serving people fruity cocktails with little umbrellas. Of course he makes a profit for Tony there as well when he can.

Steve? Steve found his calling as a tour guide! He's the one people always want -he's booked for the whole summer. It's most likely because he shares his stash with the tourists and sells a bit too.

But it's still not easy. The us government are still on them, still trying to arrest them all. The Moroccan government is also not a fan of drugs in their cities and they're already dealing with a surplus of crime.

On top of fighting for their spot in town as the local drug traffickers when you've got the Moroccan mob/traffickers. It's calmer than New York, and definitely smoother, but there are people with guns here too, so I'm sure there's quite a few gun fights, but as long as Tony keeps his boys clean, they're in no danger of being arrested here.

They're careful, and they're all darkening under the constant sun. And maybe they have a shortened life span, but at least the time they have left if spent in a place like Morocco 😂

If coke dick ever had a happy ending, this would be it.

[dudeandduchess]

Kyoujurou angst hurts so good imma cry about it forever 😩❤️❤️ my fire best boy deserves the world!!!(+to live) 🔥❤️ Can you write him with a s/o that ends up saving him from near death (w/ insert budding doctor skills) and as she continues to check on him everytimes he’s conscious he’s either trying too woo her or asking someone else about the guardian angel he wants to marry

Oooh yes, bby! Only certified masochists for Kyō can endure such pain and pleasure. Lol. I actually laughed aloud at the “+to live” part. Yes he does deserve to live. Like oof. I hope you like this one. :D If you have more requests, please feel free to send them in. :D xx

Warning: This has mild manga spoilers. Very mild. Like veryyyy mild.

***

Kyōjurō with a Reader Who Saves Him from Death (SFW Scenario):

Rengoku was prepared for death. In fact, he was welcoming it with open arms.

The memories kept playing in his mind, as he felt the life slowly draining out of him. There was simply no surviving his injuries.

But what a heroic way to go; protecting the lives of so many people. All two hundred lives spared for the price of one? He thought that that was a fair trade off.

So, he waited. And waited.

But death simply wouldn’t come.

“He’s still alive! Hand me my medical kit,” An angelic voice bellowed close to him, just as he felt nimble fingers against his face. “Hurry!”

Kyōjurō opened his good eye, only to catch a glimpse of the goddess hovering over him. He wanted to see more of her, but the rays of the morning sun were too bright for him. So he had no choice but to close his eye again.

Voices swarmed around him, he could count as many as ten people gathered around him. All while the goddess tended to him.

He could feel her hands moving over his body, as well as a stinging pain that didn’t have anything to do with the massive hole in his chest.

The goddess even said words that made sense by themselves, but didn’t when they were strung together. His pneumothorax needed a chest seal?

What in the world was a chest seal?

“Hey, hey,” The goddess was talking to him. So he opened his eyes the tiniest sliver, and offered her a weak grin.

“You’re very pretty.”

He could see the blush that tinted her cheeks, and the thought that he could make such a beautiful woman get so flustered took his mind off of the throbbing pain he felt.

But with a shake of her head, she put her professional mask back in place. “Whatever you were doing before… with your breathing, do it again while I seal your wound.”

Kyōjurō didn’t have much energy left in him, but if the pretty goddess wanted it, then he would grant her request.

***

“How is he?” (Y/n) asked one of her assistants, as she made her way inside the room she’d provided for the man she’d saved days ago.

Judging by his uniform alone, she immediately pinned him as another Slayer. The very sight of the special garb brought back tons of memories for her; ones that she still held close, as they were of her brother— who used to be among the Demon Slayers’ ranks.

She’d also taken in the three boys that were with the enigmatic man that day, and it didn’t take long for them to confirm her suspicions: they really were part of the organization that her older brother had devoted his life to.

“He’s been asking for you, (Y/n)-sama; ‘the goddess that saved me’, he’d said earlier.” Mizuki, her long-time assistant answered with a quiet laugh, as the physician-in-training’s cheeks warmed with a blush.

“He also said that you’re the woman he’s going to marry.” Mizuki added with another giggle. “Isn’t that adorable? You’ve already found your husband, with no effort at all.”

(Y/n)’s gaze flickered over to the man still asleep in the bed, before immediately darting away— as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach.

“Just give him some water when he wakes up. No tea or anything else with caffeine at the moment. And please get him to take the medicine I gave him.” With that, (Y/n) turned around on her heel and exited the room in a hurry.

She couldn’t deny that the man— named Rengoku Kyōjuro, according to the trio with him— was handsome. But she wasn’t one to fall for mere good looks and flowery words.

No, she really wasn’t.

Besides, falling for a Slayer was the last thing that she wanted to do.

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Because for the past few weeks that Rengoku was in her care, she’d discovered so many things about him; and she found that she liked the charismatic man more than she led everyone to believe.

He would continuously flirt with her while she tended to his bandages and, in the inevitable cases where she wasn’t around, he kept asking (Y/n)’s assistants where ‘the woman he was going to marry’ was at.

It made for embarrassing conversations between (Y/n) and her nurses, but the young physician couldn’t deny that it made her heart flutter in excitement.

“(Y/n), you know you’re really amazing?” Kyōjurō began with a chuckle, as the aforementioned woman changed the bandages around his chest.

She briefly looked up at him, before turning her attention back to her task. She could have forked the task off to someone else, but she always found herself doing it— just so she could spend time with the Flame Hashira. “Why?”

“Because you’ve filled the gaping hole inside my chest.” The young man laughed, only to wince as his wound throbbed in pain.

In turn, a blush colored (Y/n)’s cheeks, while she tried to hide the evidence that blatantly told how flustered Rengoku could make her. “W-whatever.”

“Okay, not that one, huh?” Rengoku hummed in thought, before pinching his intended wife’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. He then tilted her face up to look at him, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sheer beauty that graced his good eye. “When will you say yes to becoming my wife? You know I’ve always had my eye on you.”

Kyōjurō laughed, then winced once more as his wound got agitated. But his laughter died down when he saw the seriousness reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes.

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, as she mulled her words over inside her head. She harbored feelings for the man in front of her, but her hesitance stemmed from her own insecurity about his mortality.

He’d almost died once; and if he went out there again, then she could actually lose him. Just like she had lost her brother. “What if I say yes now?”

“Then you’d make me the happiest man in the world.”

“What if… what if I asked you to never leave me? Just stay here with me, and forget about going on missions? What if I want you to retire from your post?” Her words were light in their cadence, but their meaning weighed heavily on Kyōjurō’s heart.

He didn’t want to retire so early from being a Hashira, but he wasn’t deluded. So, with a gentle smile, he answered, “I’m not dumb, (Y/n). I know that I can never go back to being a Slayer in my condition. But… even if I were in top shape, I would leave that life behind just to be with you.”

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off when Kyōjurō continued, “Granted, of course, that I can still train future Slayers. So, will you marry me?”

Those enigmatic eyes of his bore deeply into (Y/n)’s own, and the young woman found herself nodding as tears blurred her vision. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

With a wide grin playing at his lips, Kyōjurō then leaned forward and claimed the first of his future wife’s sweet kisses.

[im-a-lonelyheart]

Fitzsimmons Family Headcanons in case canon fails me

And before they destroy them. Buckle up.

(I wrote this in less than an hour and english is not my first language, sooo sorry for any mistakes)

Edit: I re-posted it because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. sorry.

Enjoy! (Gift credit: X)

They finally decide to retire to their cottage.

Daisy and May lived with them for a while but at different times. Daisy around the time their first kid was born and May when the youngest was a kid already.

May and Daisy totally live together in the USA.

Fitzsimmons started a biomedical company, they make prostetics and medical supplies. They fund small researchers and become relatively known in the medical field (under aliases of course). They run their company from their home as much as they can.

Deke got bored of his company, so he eventually fused it with FS’s, he has enough money to travel around the world and be whatever he wants. Once was a TV chef, and he got bored and became a travel blogger, then launched a clothing line so it goes…

Tried to convince the team to turn their story into a broadway musical. They all said no. He brings it up everytime they are all together (you never know)

Fitzsimmons have three kids, they were all planned ;) of course

Daisy teases Fitz about how the three of them look like Jemma. “You are adopted”. the son is the only one who kinda looks like him. Fitz doesn’ t mind.

After the kids go their own ways they leave together again.

Have their own quinjet in case of emergencies, they say. Let’s be honest after years of flying with SHIELD, commercial flights lost their charm.

Look retired Fitzsimmons would be that kind of couple who travels the world together (properly this time), they say the quinjet is to visit their friends and Family around the world but would randomly send pictures of them in front of a famous landmark.

Mackenzie Skye Fitzsimmons (Daisy calls her Kye) (Born around 2021) (Quarantine baby) or (Timetravel baby)

They never asked Deke about their daughter’s name in the original timeline, but once they told him, judging by his reaction they knew it was this. (but in the lighthouse timeline her nickname was Kenzie)

Fitz was really adamant on this name, Jemma thought it was cute and a great way to honor their best friends, but years later he told the kid:

“you were named after two of the bravest persons I’ve ever met”.

Jemma just stared into the space as it dawned on her that her husband was really an idiot.

He winked at her and she forgave him. Eventually.

When she was a toddler Fitzsimmons moved back to the city and left their cottage, they wanted their daughter to have the best education and also didn’t want to wake her up early because the closest school was still an hour away.

Around that time Daisy found Bobbi, they met up, and Bobbi introduced her to her baby son Owen. 

“oh my god. I need to call Fitzsimmons” 

“what” 

“shhhh. wait, it’s connecting... Hey guys! Look who is here! Bobbi and her baby Owen Shaw” 

Fitz spits his tea all over his phone. Bobbi doesn’t know what’s going on, and they eventually explain it to her, well, after Daisy stops laughing and Fitz stops coughing.

Bobbi and Hunter had changed names and moved to England. After learning that Fitzsimmons live nearby, they make plans to see each other as much as they can. Look this is my headcanon AU so Fitzsimmons offer them positions in their company, Bobbi in the lab and Hunter in a made up security position that doesn’t fit his nametag. 

Some weekends Fitz and Hunter take the babies to the park together, while Jemma and Bobbi work or hang out together. One day kye and Owen were playing and Owen proudly declared he was going to be an astronaut. Fitz was like “you and your son are the bane of my existence”.

The kids become best friends. Duh 

BUT this is Bobbi and Hunter we are talking about, they’re nomads so they eventually move out around Europe and America, when the kid started high school they agreed to stay in one place.

Anyways,

Amazing kid, took a while for her parents to figure out the whole parenting thing but she was so great, as long as things went her way.

Fitz can’t say no to her. A dog? We’ll manage. Ice cream for breakfast? c’mon you know how convincing she can be. 

She is a really calm kid, well behaved. Responsible older sister, mom friend, but messy af. “look mom, I have a system and I know where everything is”.

Nicest kid you’ll ever meet, but if you mess with her siblings be careful, you never know if you will find trash in your backpack.

She is an MD. Eventually, her parents moved back to the countryside but she stayed in the city with her sister to finish her education.

Makes friends everywhere she goes.

She and Owen started dating in their teens but were on and off several times, they even briefly dated other people because one of them would get scared of things becoming too serious (even more when they learned that Uncle Deke was genetically their son). 

In their late twenties they decided to get married as a compromise to stay together and work things out, after all, some things are inevitable.

They had two kids: Daniel Shaw (Deke, but They wanted him to be his own person so they changed the name), Gabrielle Shaw (Born as Oliver Shaw)

Owen worked for a while for SWORD. Eventually decide to move to Germany to work as researchers.

Margaret Abigail Fitzsimmons (Maggie) (Born 2025)

The odd one. Grew up to be a successful artist. Really independent as a child, could play hours by herself or caually chill around her parents or her brother’s crib.

Despite being the only one in her family who isn’t into science, she loves doing experiments all the time, in the name of aesthetic. One time turned the dog blue. There’s a fire extinguisher in the living room just because of her. Banned from her parents’ lab “Pretty colors can go boom”. Aparently.

After being constantly told she is diferent from the rest of her family, she feels happy when someone tells her she looks like her mom. She scoffs but she doesn’t really mind.

Acts though but is a softie, vegan, activist, animal lover. Loves to tease everyone, prankster, makes fun of her mom but it’s the first person she thinks of when something troubles her. Late night calls are not unheard of.

Can’t commit to a single hobby. Photography, cooking, volunteer work... name something, and she has probably already tried it.

Really close to Deke, sometimes travels with him. They are kindred spirits. Feel like only them understand the need to explore and try new things.

She grew up to resent shield. Look she loves what her parents and their friends did, but hates how it affected them. Forgive and forget? in this economy?? 

Lives in Paris by herself but somehow always manages to get everyone to come to her art exhibits. You won’t be able to stop her once she sets her mind to something. Stubborn as her dad.

Doesn’t want kids, maybe one day if she feels ready she will adopt but she is happy as an aunt.

Matthew Phillip Fitzsimmons (Matthew) (Born 2030)

Ray of sunshine, Momma’s boy. He loves it when his parents take him to their lab. Ever since he could walk he is always following his sisters around, if they are up to something he is the first one to know. They love to tease him, but he has enough blackmail material to get them to shut up. He would never use it tho.

Computer genius. He has his own video game company. Launched his first video game at 16. Fitz is mildly offended he sees the Framework code as “old stuff”.

He is a sweetheart, adores his parents and calls them every single day. He met his wife in college and has been happy ever since. It was fast and passionate, they got married within a year and a few years later they had a baby. 

Truly an example of living fast. 

Melissa Fitzsimmons (his daughter) a sweetheart, may is her godmother. (The babies’ baby’s baby, i cry). The cousins are thick as thieves. 

May loves the kid, “age is making you softer”, Daisy tells her and laughs, May’s glare while holding a baby is too much for her.

Emma Johnson (born 2029) (the honorary fourth kid)

Daisy’s daughter. Jemma cried when she told her the baby’s name. She wanted May and Jemma in the delivering room with her. 

I can see Daisy being a badass single mother but I also see her finding love, I haven’t made up my mind but I think she will be loved either way.

Only child, so loves to hang out with the FS kids.

She and Matthew are best friends since they were little, even having video calls when they couldn’t see each other in person.

Fitz and Daisy had a bet on whether they would get together, but it was called off when it became apparent Emma wasn’t interested in men altogether. She was the first woman in his wedding.

The “Quake” legacy was too much for her so she decided to focus in something different. Currently works as an architect and on her spare time works as a freelance illustrator.

All I can imagine is a scene where the are all together in a field (probably the same one where they buried Coulson and Loop!Fitz) May, Fitzsimmons and Daisy. They try to meet up there at least once a year to chat and reminisce about old times, sometimes with Deke, Mack and Elena (and their twin boys) or just them. 

Their kids are playing while their parents watch, but May’s watching them, with their backs to her they almost look like the kids she met in the bus all those years ago. Coulson would’ve been so proud, this is the future we were fighting for all along, she thinks.

“You did good”.

Daisy turns around with a soft smile on her face and says “yes, we did.”

The end

[twinxyjinx]

My Mom

Plot/Prompt: Water

TW: panic, car crash, almost drowning

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You can also read it here on AO3!

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Tony doesn’t see it coming.

Neither does Peter, who is seated shotgun in an older, less attention-attracting car. A car that Tony had decided to take on a drive around the woods. It wasn’t often he got to spend time with Peter. Especially since after the whole snap and war; plus his retirement. Giving up his title as Iron Man had left a lot of interviews to fill his time as well as getting more comfortable living life with a now prosthetic right arm. Phantom pains plagued him like the black death and it wasn’t uncommon that he would wake from nightmares.

It wasn’t uncommon that he wasn’t able to talk to Peter either. Now that the kid was back, he was jumping right back into the whole Spider-Man business. He’d been stopping thugs left and right and helping a few people who got displaced after coming back from the snap. He even helped set up a few shelters for those people; as his alter identity, of course. He was doing a lot of good and trying to help out as much as he could. Not to mention he also had school breathing down the back of his neck.

Unlike some of his classmates, he was still the same sixteen-year-old Peter as when he had been snapped. If he hadn’t, maybe he would’ve been in college by now or even graduated. He was smart, however, and school didn’t seem to worry him as much anymore. He was more focused on “saving kittens from trees” and “teaching a thug or two a lesson.” Tony had snorted at those phrases, but Peter had been all too serious about them. While the kid hadn’t sustained any serious injuries since getting back on duty, there had been a few close calls.

Tony had been watching through the suits cameras when it happened. He’d watch a guy point a gun at Peter from almost two feet away and had practically screamed when the gun went off. Luckily, his “spidey-senses” went off and saved him. It didn’t save him from Tony reprimanding him, however. Nor did it save him from getting knocked around a few times. Even if Tony had retired Iron Man, he hadn’t retired as Peter’s mentor. He kept an eye out on the kid, and it wasn’t uncommon to have him get knocked out mid fight.

He’d always bounce right back up onto his feet, however. It was always a relief to hear him complaining about how hard he got hit or how the guy he was fighting smelt like dead raccoons. A favorite insult of his was “they smell like that old dirty sock pile in the corner of my room that I still need to wash.”

In other words, life was good. Tony had Morgan and Pepper and their alpaca named Gerald. They had a nice private cabin that “uncle Happy” and “uncle Rhodey” - as dubbed by Morgan - visited every now and then. There was even the rare visit from Sam and sometimes Clint and his family. Bucky had come during one of the visits, though he lingered in the car outside. No matter how much Sam asked him to come in - as well as Tony even inviting him inside - he had flat out refused.

He lost almost all contact with Strange after the fight. Sometimes the sorcerer dropped by to talk about a few things that were far beyond even Tony’s understanding. It still intrigued him, however, to hear the former surgeon talk about realities and how time worked. As infuriating as he had been when they first met in his sanctum, Tony had grown to like his company over a cup of coffee.

Then there was Thor who dropped by the least. He’d gone with the group of so-called “Guardians” and hardly came to say hello. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but Tony had to admit that he missed his presence at times. But Pepper was always there to fill it in. Morgan too. Gerald helped a little bit with it, but he was more of a “come chew my sleeves off” type of alpaca. But he liked this life. It was more relaxed and he got to enjoy normally sitting around and talking with friends. So that was why he decided to catch up with Peter through a car ride.

“So how’s arachnid-man going for you?” Tony hummed, removing one hand from the wheel of the car to turn down the radio that had been playing AC/DC at a moderately loud volume. Peter tore his gaze away from the window, snorting and rolling his eyes. “It’s Spider-Man, mister Stark… and it's going good. Kinda boring, not gonna lie.” He explained, slouching back against his chair. Tony fixed him with a bewildered expression before averting his eyes back to the road. “Aren’t you enjoying not having to deal with a giant purple nutsack?”

“Ew.”

“That’s what we called him during the whole five years thing.” Tony rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Parker. You’d be - what - twenty-one now? You can say no-no words… unless your Aunt doesn’t let you.” He teased, earning a gentle punch on his prosthetic arm. “I say ‘no-no’ words all the time! And it's just… there’s a lot of responsibility now with everything and sometimes it gets overwhelming.” Peter shrugged, biting his bottom lip. “So it’s not boring?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No. It’s overwhelming… are you losing your hearing?”

“If you make one more old man joke I am going to lose it.” Tony threatened through clenched teeth, keeping his tone light and sarcastic. Peter snorted, looking back out the window. “I’m terrified… no, truly! I’m shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots.” He waved his hands in front of himself. “Is that a reference to something?” Tony almost challenged, looking over at Peter. “Why yes it is, mister Stark. And you were cultured like me, you’d- DEER!”

“Deer!?” Tony parroted frantically, his gaze snapping back onto the road. In their path stood a buck, head high and eyes wide. It was caught right in their headlights and it didn’t seem like it was going to move anytime soon. Clenching his jaw, he grabbed the wheel tightly with one hand and pulled one hand back. He slammed it down on the horn, holding it there as his car screamed out a monotone bellow. However, it still didn’t move.

Desperately, Tony grappled with the wheel and began to turn it rapidly to the right. The tires screeched against the ground as the car veered, the end twisting to the left. A horrible thump followed as the car continued to swerve right towards the edge of the road that led down a slope that wasn’t too steep. However, it was still steep enough to bring the car tumbling down. The honking came to an abrupt stop as the car swerved over the edge and went barreling down the slope. The metal crunched and groaned under the barrage of force. The windshield wipers began to flail back-and-forth as the hood of the car popped upright.

And suddenly, it stopped… and they began to lower into the ground?

No… No, no, no. They were in a lake. Clenching his jaw through the pain that stabbed at his ribs and wrists, he slowly craned his head to the right to catch a glimpse of Peter. It was clear he was still breathing, but his head drooped lifelessly against the window. A thin trail of blood trickled out of his nose and there was a nasty gash on the side of his head. Stomach churning, Tony nodded and laughed unsteadily. “Alright… alright we’re okay. We’re gonna get out of here.” He muttered, almost to himself, as he reached over and shook Peter.

“C’mon buddy… open those eyes for me.”

A low groan sounded from Peter’s lips and his eyes flickered open dazedly. Tony immediately sought out his eyes and exhaled a shaky sigh of relief seeing that they weren’t dilated or glazed over. “What…” Peter whispered, blinking a few more times before he noticed the water now lapping at the edge of the windows of the car. His eyes stretched wide and he began to fumble for his seatbelt, breath hitching as terror made his movements clumsy and uncoordinated.

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down!” Tony urged, unbuckling himself as well once he heard the click of Peter’s buckle. Shaking his head furiously, Peter grabbed at the doorknob and frantically tried to push the door open. “No, no, no! I can’t- I can’t do this water is- no, no, no!” He ended off in a cry of desperation when the door wouldn’t budge. Tony was both grateful and unsettled by that. While it kept the cold water out, it also meant the car sinking further and putting them in a more dangerous situation

“We gotta get out, mister Stark. I can’t do this- I can’t-”

“Deep breaths, buddy. Just breathe for a minute and explain why you’re all riled up.” Tony murmured, looking towards the front window to watch the black water slowly lap at the cracked windshield. Peter inhaled shakily and exhaled, nodding. “Uh- I haven’t been- I can’t put my head underwater. Or the surface because e-everytime I do, I panic and- the river- the Vulture- and it- it’s really scary.” He ended in what was barely a whisper as Tony nodded softly.

“I gotcha kid. But that’s not gonna happen this time. We’re gonna get out of this.” Tony reassured, nodding and raising his eyebrows to beckon Peter to nod back. After biting his bottom lip, Peter nodded shakily. “Y-yeah… Got it…” He trailed off at the terrible sound of cracking. Both of their gazes flashed towards the windshield as the black water washed over it and drug the car down. It was growing darker the further they sunk, but more and more cracks formed along the glass until an ear-splitting shattering sound met their ears.

“Oh my god oh my god!” Peter reeled backwards as the icy cold water rushed in, pooling on the floor of the car. “No, Peter! This is a good thing! That’s our way out!” Tony explained, slowly shifting to sit crouched on the balls of his feet on his chair. “Let the water fill the car up and then you gotta swim. Swim like your life depends on it.” He continued, looking over at Peter. He couldn’t make out his face anymore, but he could see him nodding his head. A surge of icy water at his knees made Tony gasp out loud, followed by a string of “fuck that's cold fuck oh shit fuck that is so cold.”

“Swear jar.” Peter whispered softly as the water continued to rise up to Tony’s chest. He began to tilt his head back, shivering and flashing a glare in Peter’s direction. “Not the time kid… get ready to take a deep breath.” He blinked his eyes rapidly as he reeled his head back further. The water began to lick at his Adam's apple, and soon began to rise up to his chin. Sputtering, he opened his mouth and sucked in as much air as he could before forcing his head under.

The world was thrown into darkness and everything became muffled. He could hear bubbles swishing around him and besides him, which he assumed to be Peter trying to move. Reaching out blindly, he clasped onto either Peter’s arm or leg, squeezing his eyes shut more when Peter’s hand found his. He kept his movements little to nothing to not waste too much oxygen as he pushed himself off the back of his seat, pulling Peter with him.

After a moment of floating forward, he began to churn his legs. He pulled his hand away from Peter’s and waved his arms. His chest felt tight and his lungs started to burn for air. For a moment, he feared he would be too slow. Then, he breached the surface. He threw his head back and his eyes shot open as he gasped, blinking rapidly against the droplets that trickled down his face.

Besides him, he heard a splash and someone else gasp for air. Wading in the water, he looked over at Peter who was spitting water out of his mouth and blinking his eyes rapidly. Relief flooded his chest and he exhaled shakily, jabbing his nose in the direction of the nearest shore.

“C’mon kid.”

[quietpoeticheart]

The Coffee Shop: Part One

Summary: Bucky is a retired military veteran suffering from PTSD. He meets Avelyn, a headstrong entrepreneur, one day at her cafe with Steve and then everything changes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC! Black

Word Count: 1360

Warnings: Light smut, light language

A/N: This part is a little longer and we get some backstory on both Avelyn and Bucky. There's also some angsty Stucky friendship.

PREVIOUS PART

After that first day when she met Bucky, he was all Avelyn could think about.

He hadn't been back since then and the memory of their first meeting consumed her. Everytime she closed her eyes, she'd see his face, those gorgeous eyes. She remembered the way how her name sounded falling from his lips.

"This is crazy." She thought to herself "You've literally met the guy once. This is probably just because you need to get laid."

Avelyn sighed, it had been months since she last had sex, almost a year. Surprisingly she'd never craved it, mostly because she'd thrown herself into her work, into her coffee shop, busying herself with new recipes and redecorating so she didn't think about the fact that deep down inside she was aching to be touched.

As she sat by the cash register, watching the busy streets of New York, her mind started drifting, wondering what it'd be like to have Bucky's head between her thighs. His tongue running up and down her folds, his scruffy beard adding to the sensation while her hands are knotted in his hair. What it'd be like to cum all over his tongue and see his face glistening with her juices.

Avelyn was so consumed in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door open or the footsteps coming towards.

"Avelyn."

She heard her name being called and moaned softly. His voice was following her everywhere now.

"Avelyn."

"God that's it, call my name daddy." She thought.

"Avelyn!"

The voice was now loud enough to snap her out of her reverie and she looked up to see Steve and Bucky standing in front the counter looking concerned. Avelyn blushed and ducking her head shyly mumbled "Hey Steve, hey Bucky."

"Hey Lynn, are you okay?" Steve asked. She nodded "M'fine, what can I get for you boys today?" Her eyes flickered towards Bucky, he hadn't even paid any attention to her yet.

She wondered if it was because she looked like a mess. She didn't even have to look in the mirror to know that her hair and face had flour on it. She called it baker chic, her friends called it messy, maybe he wasn't into that sort of thing.

"We'll take two coffees, black." Bucky responded.

Avelyn nodded, trying to pretend that the sound of his voice wasn't making her weak.

"That'll be $6.00."

Steve dug into his wallet, pulled out a few bills and paid.

"Go take a seat and I'll bring them over to you." As Bucky walked off, Avelyn took a moment to appreciate the view and goddamn he was thick. She busied herself making the coffee and when she was about to carry it over to them, her eyes fell on the tray of cinnamon rolls in her display case.

Avelyn took a plate and placed some on it before carrying both the coffee and the rolls over to the boys who were sitting on beanbag chairs in the back of the cafe. She nearly laughed upon seeing their large frames trying to fit into the pillowy chairs.

As she bent to place the items on the table, she made to stay long enough so that Bucky could get a good look at her ass in her leggings. She might have been looking like a mess but her ass was fat. Avelyn felt Bucky's eyes on her the whole time, raking up and down her frame and smirked to herself.

"Lynn we didn't order any cinnamon rolls." Steve said

"Well no one does either cause this place is always empty so it's on the house." Avelyn said with a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

Steve's heart broke a little seeing the look on her face. He knew how much the place meant to her, how hard she'd fought to get it and seeing her so broken up about the imminent failure of her dreams, hurt him.

"Don't worry Lynn, business will pick up soon enough." He said comfortingly.

Avelyn offered him a small smile "I hope so Steve, now you boys enjoy your coffee, I have things to do."

As she walked away, Bucky's eyes were glued to her retreating frame.

"So Buck, do you like her?" Steve asked.

Bucky turned to glare at him "Don't be ridiculous Steve."

Steve smirked "That wasn't a no Bucky."

Bucky rolled his eyes "If that's all that you brought me here to discuss, then I might as well go home."

Steve suddenly sat up straighter. He dreaded having this conversation with Bucky but it needed to be done.

"No, we're here to discuss you. I'm worried about you Bucky. All of last week, I was calling and texting and you didn't answer. Everytime I see you, you look like you've lost more weight and I know you haven't been sleeping well because quite frankly, you look like shit."

Bucky stiffened, he hated having these conversations with Steve. He hated the fact that Steve worried so much about him when he had a wife and family to take care of.

"I'm fine Steve, honestly you worry too much."

Steve stared at him intently and it was making Bucky uncomfortable so he used what he knows always works.

"I know I'm hot but for Christ's sake you're married Rogers."

Steve leaned forward, well as much as he could in the beanbag and placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder

"Stop deflecting Bucky. Tell me what's really going on."

Bucky sighed "Fine. I haven't been eating much because I can't afford groceries. Therapy and my medication have been using up most of my money and I haven't been sleeping because the pills aren't working, I'm still having the nightmares. I didn't pick up your calls because I didn't want to be a bother."

"Bucky..." Steve said, disappointment dripping from his voice, "You're never a bother. You know you're always welcome at my house for dinner, Peggy and the kids love having you over and if you need money I can help you. I don't know why you don't come to me. I'm your best friend, I'm here for you."

Bucky slammed his hands down on the table in agitation "That's the problem Steve, I don't want to be like this all the time, depending on you to take care of me. I want a job, I want a family. I want to be independent. I don't want to be a burden forever but who wants to hire a cripple. Sometimes I wish...I wish I'd just died in the war."

Steve was taken aback. He'd never known Bucky felt like this. He couldn't even find the right words to say.

Bucky ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He hadn't meant to explode on Steve like that but he was tired of feeling like that, tired of everyone's pity and sympathetic glances, tired of feeling useless and judged. His anger was spiraling out of control lately and needed to get it back under control before it out on the wrong person like what had just happened with Steve.

"I'm sorry Steve. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that."

"No Bucky, I'm sorry. I should've noticed what was going on." Steve said and he meant it. How could he have not noticed what was going on with his best friend?

Bucky shook his head, his too long locks flying around his face "Steve for crying out loud, you're married with two kids. You have more important things. I really appreciate what you're doing for me right now. I needed someone else to talk to besides Dr. Banner."

"I'm always here for you James, just remember that. Till the end of the line." Steve said. He was still conflicted about what to do about Bucky. It was obvious that therapy wasn't working and that Bucky was extremely unwilling to go out of his way to get any extra help. He made a promise to himself be there more for James even when he was pushing him away. The only thing left was to figure out what to do to help him and he knew the perfect person to assist him.

Avelyn.

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The next update will be hopefully up soon. The taglist is open for this story.

NEXT PART

[kittyfeathersflying]

Murder  twins

Andrew had been *weird ever since they moved in with Nicky. Scratch that, Andrew had been weird since the moment they met, but this was a different sort of strange. Ever since mom died and Andrew got Aaron clean, Andrew had been distant. Not avoiding him, it just seemed like he had something on his mind. He would go out at weird times of night, and he was chain smoking when he got back. He thought they would be closer. Andrew promised! He said it was them against the world and Andrew wouldn't let anyone else hurt him. How could Andrew do that if wasn't even talking to Aaron?

But today was even stranger. Andrew talked at dinner. To Aaron *and Nicky! He almost seemed happy. That's how Aaron knows Andrew's either in deep shit or going to do something stupid tonight.

Aaron almost falls asleep waiting, but it's worth it when around 3 AM Andrew walks past where he’s pretending to sleep on the couch. Aaron watches as Andrew walks down the street. Interesting.

Aaron would follow on foot but Andrew would notice that, it's a nice enough neighborhood that not a lot of people are walking around at night.

Nicky has a spare set of keys for the neighbors house and car. She’s old and retired, so Nicky borrows her car for work in exchange for mowing her lawn and helping her around the house. Aaron grabs the keys and sets out on Andrew's tail.

Andrew walks for almost 15 minutes until he goes for a car parked on the street. Andrew gets inside and drives.

Aaron was right! Andrew is planning something. There was a report of a stolen car a couple weeks ago matching the description of the car he gets into. Andrew drives for almost half an hour, into the bad side of town before he parks in front of a nondescript house.

Aaron parks a street over just to be safe and starts walking to the house. Andrew's not the hypocritical type, he’s pretty sure, but he doesn't know why else someone drives a stolen car to a house at this time of night, in this part of town, except for drugs. Andrew seems to hate drugs, dealers or users, the same. He certainly hated Mom, and probably Aaron when he was on them. Andrew seemed so angry at her after she OD'd but maybe that's how he dealt with the grief. Aaron knows he is not doing any better with her death.

Aaron was thinking of eavesdropping or just looking through the windows when he hears glass break and a commotion. All other thoughts cease in his head as he runs to Andrew. He just got his brother back, he’s not losing him again!

The door is thankfully unlocked and Aaron races through the unfamiliar house. "Andrew!" He hisses.

"Aaron?" Comes the weak but unmistakable voice of Andrew from the living room. Aaron runs to the room and sees Andrew.

He’s covered in blood up to his elbows and there is spatterings of it all over him. He’s sitting in a pool of blood from the body next to him. There’s a knife on the floor and the dead guy’s body has numerous stab wounds. Fuck. This neighborhood is rough, but it's not that rough. Eventually someone's going to call the cops. He’s got to get Andrew out of here.

Andrew's shaking and he keeps making half hiccuping noises like he’s going to start crying. His eyes are darting all over the place, but his pupils are wide and unfocused. He keeps looking over at Aaron in surprise like everytime he looks away he thinks Aaron's going to disappear. "Andrew?" Aaron slowly crouches near Andrew, careful to avoid the blood. "Andrew?" Aaron tries again. Andrew's eyes snap to him, finally seeming to actually see him.

"A-Aaron? What're you doing here?" Andrew's shaking is getting worse but he stopped making the awful choking noise.

"Cleaning up your mess apparently." Aaron mutters as he slowly reaches out his hand and cups Andrew's face, rubbing his thumb over Andrew's cheek. Andrew seems to calm down a little at the touch. "Andrew I need you to answer some questions for me okay?" Andrew nods. "Did you kill him?"

Andrew tilts his head a little to look at the dead guy. "Yes," he says in apparent satisfaction.

"Did anyone see you do it?"

"No."

"Good."

"G-good?"

"Yeah, that means it’ll be easier to cover up."

Andrew looks confused. It's small and muted on Andrew face, just a little tilt of his eyebrows, but Aaron can tell nonetheless.

"What?"

"We're gonna burn it."

Aaron looks around at the living room. This guy liked his shiplap and wood furniture. That's helpful. The one thing he missed about his drug fueled days was burning stuff in back alleys. Not that he can’t do that now, but those kind of alley’s are filled with the sort of people he’s trying to distance himself from now.

Andrew still looks confused.

"I'm going to burn the evidence; the body, the house, and if we're lucky the car too."

Aaron helps Andrew up and sets him down in a chair facing away from the body..

Aaron finds the cleaning stuff and wipes down the stolen car after he puts it in the garage. Then he takes bleach and pours all over the body and the blood staining the shag carpet. He takes the knife with him though, better to be safe than sorry, or end up in jail, in this case.  He gets towels from the bathroom to get as much blood as possible off of Andrew. He’s responding less and less, which worries Aaron, but he has other priorities first. Like cleaning up the murder scene and then deal with the mental trauma from said murder.

He uses the towels as kindling and uses the lighter fluid he found in the garage as fuel. He lights a match and feels so proud of his work.

He would admire the fire longer but he’s got to get Andrew to the car before the fire department shows up.

-

Andrew starts getting fussy in the car.

He keeps scratching at the blood his arm and face, and whining at Aaron when he slaps his hand away.

"I know it’s uncomfortable, but I'm going to have to clean the car, and it's best if it has the least amount of evidence in it."

Andrew seems to stop scratching but gets more twitchy and irritable when he stops. That's fine by Aaron he's used to Andrew being annoying.  

Thankfully Nicky sleeps like the dead so he doesn't hear them come in. Aaron wanted to start to clean the car now, but Andrews has other plans. He’s freaking out more than he was at the house. Andrew walks inside and starts pacing as he babbles; "I have to get it off, I don't like it, I don't like it!"

Aaron carefully approaches and grabs him by the wrists disrupting his scratching again. "Andrew, what is it? What don’t you like?"

Andrew seems like he might actually cry this time. "I don’t... I need it off. I don’t like it, its feel bad. Get it off!"

Aaron pulls Andrew in close, rubbing his back. "Shh, it's going to be okay. I'm here, I'll fix it." He means that too, he'll fix whatever's wrong.

Andrew mumbles "It feels sticky, I don’t like it." into Aaron's shirt. Aaron rubs Andrew's back soothingly, when he hits a wet spot and Andrew whimpers. "Oh, the blood congealed. It’s sticking to you? I bet that doesn't feel nice at all."

Andrew shakes his head. Aaron checks the time. They still have a few hours left till sunrise. "Alrighty let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Aaron gets Andrew to the bathroom and tries to get Andrew to undress, but he won’t let go of Aaron.

Aaron sighs and turns on the water, and pulls Andrew in with him. He'll have to burn these clothes anyways, it doesn't matter how trashed they get before that.

Andrew sputters a bit at the water, otherwise doesn't react.

"Alright Andrew, I've got to get you clean, okay?" Andrew tightens his grip at first then gently lets go. Aaron manages to wrestle his shirt, pants and socks off no trouble. He leaves the boxers on, and takes off his own clothes.

He's gently scrubbing the blood off and Andrew's holding on to his shoulder for support.

Andrew looks away and bites his lip when Aaron gets to Andrew's arm. He's shocked at the scars on his forearm, how could he have never noticed them before? Andrew always wore long sleeves, even in summer. Aaron always thought it was because he was just trying to be edgy or something.

He looks at Andrew's expression, how vulnerable and afraid he looks, and decides that it’s something to worry about later. He doesn't say anything. Just tries to get all the blood off.

-

He manages to grab some clothes for Andrew and get them both dressed. He wants Andrew to sleep or explain what's going on, but he figures tonight's not about what he wants. Andrew sits on the porch and chain smokes while Aaron cleans the car. He buries the knife in the back for lack of a better idea. The clothes he can burn later after Nicky leaves for work.

Aaron drops off the car, puts it back in the neighbor's driveway, and sits down next to Andrew.

Andrew takes a long drag and exhales. "You didn’t ask."

Aaron lays his head on Andrew's shoulder. "Nope."

Andrew stubs out his cigarette, and lights another, he’s careful about not moving too much, as to dislodge Aarons head.. Then takes a drag and stubs it out, then lights another one.

"Ya'know I'm not an expert or anything but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to smoke those."  

"Why?"

"Well the nicotin-"

"No, why? Why aren't you going to ask? Why don’t you care? I just murdered a man! And you, ... you just cleaned it up."

Aaron closes his eyes, and takes a deep breathe. The sun will rise soon, meaning Nicky will get up and wonder why they're both up before dawn. He will turn on the TV and find that the news will report an arson. Just one in a string of many in the area. He won’t find a call on his voicemail about Andrew having been in police custody. He won’t hear about the murder on the news. He especially won’t hear that Aaron was the contributing factor in either of those realities.

"Because it didn't matter. He was dead and you're not. I can't lose you again. You promised me. You're the first person to ever promise me something and mean it, so you can't back out now."

Andrew stiffens at Aaron's words. "I won't. I haven't.”

"Murdering someone without a backup plan doesn't scream 'staying' to me."

"I didnt... I." Andrew falters. "I didn't think I'd freeze up. I had a plan, but I just... fell apart." Andrew swallows hard, staring out into the middle ground. “You didn’t ask…”

“Do you want me to?”

"No... yes. I think you should."

"Okay." Aaron stands up and pulls Andrew up with him.

"Let's talk inside, we'll freak out Nicky if he thinks we're waiting for him to leave."

Andrew leads them to his room. He curls up in a blanket. He pats the bed for Aaron to sit down. Aaron leaves a couple inches of space until Andrew nudges him and he scoots closer. "Ask." Andrew says from his blanket cocoon.

"Why did you murder that man, and how did it go wrong?."

"Tilda was hitting you." Is not how Aaron thought this was going to start. Aaron filched at the reminder but Andrew sticks his hand out and grabs Aaron's hand.

"I'm okay, I just didn’t expect you to start with that."

"I told her to stop, I threatened her if she didn't. She did for a little while." Aaron nods, she did lay off of him for a couple weeks, but Aaron just thought she was on a bender. "But she didn't stop altogether." Again Aaron nods.

"I was going to cut her brakes, make it look like an accident, I was going to be there to make sure."

Aaron squeezes Andrew's hand. On one hand Andrew was planning on killing their mother, but on the other hand, the one that's holding Andrew's, he wasn't the one to leave him. "Go on."

"But she died before I could do anything. I was... not in good place after that. Then I saw him in the convenience store. I'm not surprised he didn't recognize me, it was a long time ago. I did some research and I found out where he lived. If couldn't kill your abuser, I could damn well kill at least one of mine."

"Wha-what did he do?"

"He came at night, when his wife was working late. He'd crawl into my bed. He said if I begged he would,... he would stop. He told me to say 'please' and he would stop."

"He didn’t stop, did he?"

"No, I was seven, I believed him every time he said he would stop."

"Andrew.."

"I didn’t tell you to get your pity." Andrew practically sneers.

"That's not what this is. It’s poorly concealed rage under a thin veneer of sympathy."

Aaron, slowly under Andrew’s watchful eye, pulls back the blanket and snuggles up to Andrew. "I wish I could have killed him, I wish I could make him suffer."

"He’s dead now, it doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Andrew look surprised and strangely touched.

"What you think I would cover up a murder I knew nothing about, for anybody? Of course I care!"

Andrew looks away from Aaron, "...Anyway, I planned to kill him. I stole a car and parked it a little ways away for later and found his address. I confronted him, he didn't recognize me at first, but when he did he-he laughed at me, at my anger. He called me a slut that wanted him. Told me if I said please again just as sweetly as I used to, he'd love to go again for old times sake."

"Is that when you stabbed him?"

"Yes."

"Good, what happened after?"

"I was supposed to be better, not stab him 27 times in his living room. Get him outside or to a bathroom. Ditch him and the car in a lake. I just... got so mad. Then I had a panic attack."

"Oh, is that what that was?"

"Yeah. But you did the best you could given the situation."

"Wait, you said 'one of [your] abusers'. Who else touched you?"

Andrew seems to sink further into their cocoon. "It doesn't matter."

"Like hell its doesn't! "

"What are you going to do, kill them?"

"Maybe. Actually, yes! Yes I will."

"No, we barely got away this time!"

"If you can plot to kill my abuser, I can damn well plot to kill yours!"

"Rin..." Andrew sighs, exhaustion flooding him.

"Drew," Aaron curls his hand into his brother's shirt. "Tell me, tell me so I can help you, we can do it together, at least if we do it together, we have a better chance at getting away with it."

Andrew frowns, gripping Aaron's hip and pulls him closer. "Later, I'm worn out." He says and buries his face in his brother's neck, feeling oddly comforted by his contact.

Aaron nods and wraps his arms around his twin, rubbing his back. "Okay, I'm here, Drew."

They fall asleep like that, wrapped up together on Andrews bed.

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 62)

He’s getting there. Processing feelings at his own pace...and through lots of denial.

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

This had to be one of my more unpleasant experiences. Being bound in the Dark One’s dungeon and being tortured till I wanted to die was about as nice as it sounded. Curses, whipping, having my heart torn from my body, starvation, cold harsh metal cutting my wrists and ankles raw as I was kept suspended off the ground.

A small barred window high on the one wall was my only link to the outside world. I counted five days of the sun coming and going before I stopped caring. Calling for help was useless. No one came near here. Even if someone was foolish enough to come this close no one would dare risk their life saving one of the Dark One’s prisoners.

“Good evening, dearie,” Rumple entered the cell with that creepy smile of his. “Feel like talking today?”

I nodded.

“Truly? What is it?” he pulled up a chair in front of me. “Come now, let’s hear it.”

I swallowed the pain and forced my eyes to meet his. “You...are...nothing.”

His smile turned down and he grabbed my dagger from the table. Despite all the horrific tools of torture I was sure he had he liked carving me to pieces with my own dagger. Or his dagger seeing as how he was the original owner.

“Little Lost Girl,” he took the bloody dagger and turned it idly in his hands, “Your bile will not help you.” he sliced a thin line from my wrist up to my fingertips until each of my fingers stung and dripped with blood.

I tried to pull my hand away but it took enough energy to not cry out from the pain.

“You know how to make this end,” he moved to my other hand carving it much in the same way. “Tell me what you know of Peter Pan and the pain will stop.”

“N-Never…”

I knew better than to believe him. Once he had the information he wanted he would kill me or continue to torture me for his own sadistic fun. I was going to die in this cell either way. At least I could get some satisfaction leaving this world knowing I pissed off one of the darkest forces in the realms.

“So you say,” he struck me in the side and I heard a sharp crack.

“Ah!” I felt fresh tears leak out my eyes. That definitely broke a rib or multiple ribs. I couldn’t find air. Every breath I could take burned and renewed the pain in my chest and back.

I want to go home. I wish I was back on the beach. I wish Peter was here.

“Talk and it ends.” Rumple grabbed my face in his hands, “Tell me what you know.”

“P-Peter…”

“Yes? Yes?!”

“My Peter…”

A loud crash from somewhere in the cells drew his attention away from me. “Damn.” he looked back at me, “Hold onto that thought for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

He left the cell and I dropped my resolve going limp in my bonds once again. An ugly and pathetic sob escaped my throat as I whispered pleas to the air.

“Please. Someone. Anyone.” I hiccuped, “Help me...I wanna...I wanna go home...”

I wish I still had the magic bean. I had left it back at the inn. Perhaps that was for the best. If the Dark One had found it on me I don’t want to know what he would plan to do with it. What if he went to Neverland?

No. This was better. As much as this was killing me at least if he had no way to get to Neverland then everyone would be safe. I could protect them. Devin, Ben, Nick, Felix...Peter.

Why hadn’t I just gone back? Why hadn’t I left with Peter that night? All of this could have been avoided. I could be back in Neverland with my family, safe and sound sleeping under the stars with Peter next to me.

Wait. Stars.

With great effort I lifted my head up and tried to focus my vision through the bars of the window on the wall.

The second star to the right...

~~~

Two souls. Peter felt them. One was familiar. Probably his shadow. He had sent it out earlier to look for a new recruit. Everytime he felt it return he kept hoping it was Y/N using the bean to come back. But it never was. With every passing day he felt his chances of her returning lessen.

After his talk with Wendy it made the decision of leaving her in the Enchanted Forest all the harder.

...the girl who loves you…

No.

Peter Pan, you are truly a foolish boy. How could you never see it?

Stop it.

~~~

“Did she tell you that? Did she say that exactly?”

“Depends. What would you do if she did?”

“Just tell me! What did she say?”

“If she said that she loved you what would you do? Would you go back? What would you say? What would you tell her?”

“Shut it! Don’t say a word unless it’s to tell me what she told you!”

She remained silent.

“Wendy”

“Yes?”

“Tell me what she said to you.”

“The real question I think you should be asking is why do you care so much about what she said in the first place? She’s gone. She isn’t coming back. You said it yourself. Why do you care this much about what a girl that no longer lives here said about you months ago? If she isn’t here anymore then obviously whatever she may have felt before doesn’t matter.”

“I...I…” Peter didn’t like being caught off guard. Why was it that only girls seemed to be able to do it? Wendy, Tigerlily, the Black Fairy...Y/N. Maybe Felix had a point about not letting girls on the island. They were just a headache.

He took a deep breath and pulled Wendy again. “Speak again and I will take your tongue.”

She didn’t say another word but he could feel the judgement coming off her. What he would have given to have the naive little bird from before with him again. She’d be easier to control.

~~~

“Devin,” Peter walked over to the sulking Lost Boy. He had been acting like a dreary cloud ever since Y/N left. Now he was taking care of Wendy. Bringing her food and keeping her company. He rarely moved from the cage she was being kept in.

“Pan,” Devin looked up at him, “What do you need?”

“A new soul has entered the realm. They’re somewhere in the west. Go find them and bring them back here.”

“On it,” he stood up and stalked off into the jungle.

Wendy was glaring daggers at him through the bars of the cage. He waved his hand and the cage rose back into the air.

~~~

Devin didn’t quite mind heading out to find the new recruit that the shadow dropped off but couldn’t Pan have given him some better directions than west? The island isn’t huge but it isn’t exactly tiny either. What if the shadow dropped the kid in the sea? He wasn’t going to go out into mermaid infested waters for some brat.

Then again if he came back empty handed then Pan would have his head. So through the dark jungle he went listening for anything out of the ordinary. He was almost to the west beach when he heard something. It sounded like someone struggling along.

He walked towards the noise steadily getting louder. It definitely was someone and they didn’t sound too happy.

“Stupid jungle...dumbest idea...can’t see…”

It was a girl. He was sure of it. Y/N?!

He picked up the pace until he saw the source of the noise. It was two people. An older woman and she was shouldering someone else. “Y/N!”

The older woman stared at him and tensed into a fighting stance. “Stay back kid!”

Y/N picked her head up and gave him a weak smile. She looked like she had gone through hell and back but she was here. “Hey Devin,”

“You know him?” the older woman asked.

“He’s my brother,” Y/N detached from the woman and took a shaky step towards Devin before falling to her knees.

“Watch it!” he ran to her and hauled her back to her feet. “You’re here! You’re back!”

“Sure am,” she leaned on him heavily. “Need to get back to camp. Need to see, Peter. Need to tell him…”

“You’ll be able to tell him anything you want once you’re healed. Now just be quiet and save your strength. I want to know what the hell happened to you but you’re in no state for stories.” Devin looked over at the older woman, “Who are you?”

“She’s okay,” Y/N mumbled, “She saved me. I owe her my life.”

“Okay. Then you come along too. Pan will want to see you.”

She nodded and followed shortly behind him. Y/N was home. Y/N was finally home.

~~~

I would have liked to walk into camp of my own accord with my head held high but seeing as how I could barely lift my head let alone keep myself up under my own feet then that wasn’t an option. But Devin was here. Devin would get me back safely. Back to the camp. Back to Peter.

The moment I saw the light of the bonfire I felt some of my strength return. It was smaller now. As it usually got when the boys decided to retire for the night. Little to none of the boys would probably be awake now. Entering the camp I was right. Not a conscious soul in sight.

“Here,” Devin set me down near the dying fire, “I’ll be right back.”

He ran off again and a moment later he returned. Peter was ahead of him and was rushing towards me. He stopped dead when our eyes met and I felt like I could finally relax seeing those green eyes again. “Hey chief,”

“Good gods, Y/N,” he knelt down next to me, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Long story,” I reached out to touch him but a new wave of pain crashed over me and I fell back against the ground.

“Don’t move idiot,” he pressed a hand to my forehead, “You look like an animal chewed you up and spit you out.”

“Nice to see you too,” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. He scanned over my body bringing his glowing hands over the worst of my injuries. The feel of magic coursed through my veins and the relief it left in its wake made me want to moan aloud. I hadn’t felt anything but pain for days.

“Peter,” I whispered after what felt like forever of me just laying there.

“Hm?” He still wasn’t looking at me.

I lifted a hand and touched his arm. He finally looked me in the eyes again. “I’m sorry,”

He touched my cheek, a soft smile on his face, “There’s no reason for you to be sorry.”

Despite the ache it caused me I sat up straight and clung onto him. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I sobbed into his chest, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

He pulled me closer into him and rubbed my back. “It’s okay, pet. You’re home now. You’re okay. You’re home.”

“I should have come back with you. I should have--”

“This isn’t your fault.”

“It is. If I hadn’t left--if I had just not helped Baelfire--”

“Stop.” he said in a commanding tone, “It’s over now. Baelfire is gone. You’re home. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

“Peter…”

“I promise.” he repeated, “My word is my bond.”

I took in a deep breath and finally relaxed against him. “I’m home…”

“Come on, pet,” he picked me up, “You need rest.”

“Sounds nice,” I yawned.

Peter didn’t even give the others a passing glance as he brushed past them. He settled me back down in his tent and pressed a finger to my forehead. I wanted to know what he was doing but the next instant I was fast asleep.

~~~

Y/N was deep into her slumber by the time Peter finished healing all of her injuries. He had healed worse and had seen her in various forms of pain before but this was the different. The sheer volume of her wounds was cause for concern. Each cut and each strike meant to induce the most pain without killing her outright. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing.

For days he had wished for his Lost Girl to come back to him but not like this. Never like this.

When Devin came tearing into his tent saying that it was Y/N that had come to the island he couldn’t get to her fast enough. He needed to see her. Know she was truly there. When he saw her though he realized his wish had been granted with a heartless twist. She was indeed back with him but she had been butchered, her life seeping away with every drop of blood that flowed from the slits in her skin. Any later and she may have been gone forever.

“I’m so sorry, pet,” he kept as far from her as he could manage in the tent, “I’m sorry I let this happen to you.”

He didn’t want to touch her. He didn’t feel like he deserved to. His precious Lost Girl had gone and gotten herself maimed and he had no idea. How long had she been suffering? By whose hand? Who had been able to shackle her? His wonderful little hellspawn. They must have been some sort of beast whoever they were.

Whoever did this would pay. He would find them and end them for doing this to his Lost Girl. Make them suffer a thousand times over for what they had put her through.

“No...no...no...” Peter was pulled from his tumultuous thoughts by Y/N’s desperate mutterings. She shifted in her sleep rolling closer towards him. Her peaceful face scrunched up and her hands clawing at her throat as if trying to pull something off.

“Shh,” he went to pull her hands away. “It’s alright, it’s just a nightmare.”

“Don’t wanna...can’t let...can’t...protect...need to protect...” she mumbled in a choked voice.

“You’re safe, pet,” he pulled her closer running a hand through her hair until she calmed down again. “You’re safe.”

“Peter…need to protect...Peter...” she whispered before falling limp again and her soft snores resumed.

If she said that she loved you what would you do?

“Y/N, I--I--”

What would you say? What would you tell her?

“I’m here,” he kissed her forehead, “I’ll always be here.”

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[kpop-drabble]

MONSTA X AS TEACHERS

SHOWNU - principle of the school - all the grade nines initially are scared of him from just looks alone so attendance for the first week is pretty remarkable - it doesn’t take long before they’re figuring it out or peers inform that that despite his tall presences he’s a big soft bear - all the kids call him by his first name even though he tries to tell them not to (they dont take him serious because his attempt at keeping a stern face is apparently the funniest thing ever) - is the one kids hope to be able to see instead of the vice principle as he’s too soft to actually get anyone in serious trouble - he’s stern when he has to be, but always apologizes to the student (even if ??they totally deserved being chewed out) because he feels bad - probably tries to be funny over P.A during morning announcements - he never is funny - no one but the english teacher, Hyungwon, lets him know that WONHO - gym teacher / coach - either doesnt take the lesson serious at all and lets his class play dodge ball all period or takes it really serious and gets hyped up about working out - theres no inbetween - he’s everyones friend - and every persons teacher crush (i mean have you seen his ass) - is the apart of almost every after school activity and coaches the football team - everyone on and off the field address’ him as coach, and he takes too much pride in it - has a big mouth - on of those teachers that is friends with everyone so therefore tells them everything thats happening in the school that Shownu told them to keep on the DL during the staff meeting - Shownu has half a mind to stop telling him about their staff meetings. - probably doesnt take exams seriously at all - honestly doesnt even understand why gym has a written exam in the first place - hints all the answers to his students - Shownu keeps him around because his classes always have the highest marks when it comes to exams - is always apart of the student vs teacher events, and gets too competitive when emersed in the sport - Shownu had to forbid him one year because he nearly broke a kids arm during basketball - completely accidental, and if anyone asked it was the kids fault not Wonhos. HYUNGWON - english teacher - probably got into being an english teacher because it seemed like the easiest job with the least amount of work - assigns a book and calls it a day for that period - half the time he’s excusing himself from class and Shownu will find him digging through the staffs shared fridge, catching him red handed with Kihyun’s lunch that was boldly labelled “dont touch” and underneath “Especially you Hyungwon” - People dont mind his class at all?? mostly because he’s eye candy to look at and they dont even have to do work?? what more could you ask for. - Always on his phone, probably looks up from his phone three (3) times the entire period - a really easy marker ???? most of his students probably whip up the essay in an hour and Hyungwon will still given them a pretty decent passing grade - cares about his job and his students no matter how passive he comes off - only has a couple students that actually would consider themselves close to him, though there are many that appreciate him as a teacher because they know they’re in for a pretty easy semester if they have him on their timestable

JOOHEON - guidance counsellor - a big ray of sunshine at literally every point of every day - knows mostly all students by name and greets all of them when they pass by or come into the guidance office - everyone adores him and comes to him for everything - other counsellors are probably envious of how mant students request him when making an appointment - the type of counsellor that would allow you to come into his office and cry about whatever was troubling you and cry with you - students have seen him cry too many times even if he denies it everytime groups bring it up to poke fun of him - has a bowl of treats for anyone that visits him - doesn’t offer much advice (though its his job) but people keep coming because he allows them to stay as long as they need if they need to take a mental break from classes - people adore him so much and he nearly always gets some sort of mention in the valedictorians speach for his presences in their school journey MINHYUK - science teacher - sometimes it sounds like he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about - he’s had some people question if teaching science was his calling and he’ll defend himself and his job position until he retires - he does actually know what he’s doing 98% of the time - the type of teacher to offer help and actually happily stay after class / school to sit down with students that were having a hard time understanding and explaining it to them in simplier terms - aka a teacher that actually cares about his students - he’s a real odd teacher, some people love it some people .. not so much - he gets sidetracked in class a lot and goes on tangents about things not relevent to biology in the slightest - likes to talk and indulge in his personal life with his students - the students know too much about his dog at home and have seen too many pictures about them (they’re faced with it constantly, as he’s taken it into his own hands to frame a picture of the dog - its a good dog in his defence) KIHYUN - music / drama teacher - almost as bad as Hyungwon - misses a lot of days and is constantly putting his students through watching the same movies everytime hes not there - but when he is there, class is never a bore - he’s so passionate about what he does despite always making excuses (that Shonu allows, god bless his soft heart) to get days off with pay - people join his class even if they know nothing about music because they’ve heard he’s a good teacher - no student leaves his class without learning at least a couple things about music - probably is the teacher in charge of band and is always staying after school to ensure that they’re well practiced for class events and competitions - they’ve won once out of every competition but he’s very confident every year that next year will be there second win - Wonho and him have a friendly competition going, football verses band - its a really unfair battle as Wonho’s team always comes out victorious, but nonetheless Kihyun is too competitive to back down - students are tired of this rivalry

CHANGKYUN - art teacher - always late to class - is the teacher that gets there one minute before students are legally allowed to leave since no teacher came (some people resent this but have come to accept it and just show up to class twenty minutes late - they usually get there at the same time as Changkyun) - doesn’t like to assign tedious work and likes his class to explore their artistic talents with their own imagination - most of his assignments are completely up to the students - some people would say this is freedom while others claim its just laziness - its mostly for the freedom to express yourself through art but he’d be a liar if he said his laziness didn’t play a part - the forgetful teacher - always loses assignments, especially good at losing the ones students are most proud of and want to actually keep - his folders are a mess - no student has ever seen a teacher this stressed out about their own organizational skills - students are able to lie about handing in assignments a lot with the facade that Changkyun must have just lost the first copy - many kids get extensions on their work / paper without Changkyun being completely aware of what is happening

[velvetchen]

11 Questions Tag

so i was tagged thrice (!!!) by three lovely people, thank you so much!! i couldn’t decide which set of questions to do bc i didn’t want to leave any out so i did all three! thank you again for tagging me!

i’m putting my questions & tags right at the top so y’all don’t have to scroll through my 33 questions of rambling lmao 

rules:  answer the 11 questions from the person who tagged you and then make 11 more for the people you tag.

edit: i was tagged again, so i decided to come back and add on to this and i noticed tumblr didn’t actually tag anyone so yeah i fixed that now rip

here are my questions!

1. Book/movie/art piece that made you think the most and why? 2. What’s your favorite physical/personality feature of your bias(es)? 3. What colors and smells reminds you of home? 4. If you could only listen to 30 seconds of one song for your entire life, what song & time interval would it be? 5. Languages you'd like to learn? 6. What are three pieces of advice you’d give to 30-year-old you? 7. If you bumped into your bias on the street and you had no idea who they were, what would your first impression be and what would you do next? 8. Ultimate holiday itinerary? 9. You go to your bias group’s concert, and you’re one of the lucky fans invited on stage for a ~special performance~... what do you do?  10. What made you first notice your bias? 11. Do you have any bad habits?

tagging 11 people: @blushtones @sehunsface @whimsical-ness @yeoleow  @fuck-me-up-fam @romantichen @xingmithefool @honeyjongdae @ineedyixing @dropsofletters @chanyoel

sorry if you’ve already been tagged / you don’t wanna be tagged!

@dragon-dust !! thank you love

What’s your favourite flower? 

hmmm i’ve said this before but i do love pink lilies! i also love hydrangeas and orange blossoms and i think the skeleton flower is cool as heck (it’s a flower that turns crystal-clear when wet) 

Sunrise or sunset?

i like sunrises bc it’s colder and there are always a lot of bugs around at sunset...not to mention it gets dark really quickly!

Favourite childhood piece of music? 

mmm a lot bc we used to listen to a lot of music!! but anything by michael jackson or lucky ali is v nostalgic to me

Name a character from a book that you can’t forget.

i don’t have one from a books (rip i’ve never properly liked a book character) but the magician from the webtoon annarasumanara kind of stuck with me? i just felt so sad for him & he reminds me of what i don’t want to end up being

Pictures or gifs? 

pictures! 

Is there any really famous movie that you’ve not ever seen? 

ohhhhh boy a lot! i don’t watch movies much and if i do the last thing i’d watch is romance/comedy/etc so i haven’t seen all those ‘classics’ like the notebook and legally blonde and so on... i’ve never seen high school musical either (or any of those disney channel shows)

Clean desk or a messy one? 

it starts off clean and then it gets messy lmao

If you could start again and change only one thing, what would that be?

i would love myself more, and i would’ve made an effort to speak all my languages :(

Five things, one desert island for the rest of your life. What do you bring

(assuming i can’t bring exo) uhhh, because i’m practical: a good knife, large sheet of tarp, indefinite number of matches, clean clothes and something to hold water

Favourite way to spend your free time. 

wasting it tbh... but i love having long chats w my friends

Would you rather be able to fly or walk through walls? 

i’d fly bc walking through walls would be a lot more easier to get caught at... @technicallymilkshakes   !! (i love these questions!) 

You’ve been friends with your bias for some time now and you’re pretty sure there’s some mutual attraction between the two of you. How does this attraction get resolved? Does someone confess (who)? Is it more physical? Do you agree to remain just friends? Or does it stay unresolved? 

okay okay ASSUMING this ever happens ... i’d confess! i don’t like keeping things that could change my life. even if i wasn’t sure they liked me too. i’d go for a half-relationship/half-friend thing?? bc i hate proper relationships 

Do you have a recurring daydream you like to revisit? What is it?

yep! plenty hahaha. i have one where Ambiguous Person and i are hiking through the woods, another where we’re trying to ballroom dance and then one where we’re forced to share a bed... you know the one... (SORRY i’m so soft when it comes to romance)

How did your bias become your bias?

ahhh okay at first my bias was jongin?? bc i usually like the dancers? and i was watching a lot of exo-k so i didn’t even know about jd but like... i watched a couple of lives and his voice just got me... and then of course all those ‘try not to fangirl’ challenges that sucked the life out of me

What’s one song from your bias group that can always make you happy?

i love love love replay! especially the live ver. where they all cried... i cry everytime i hear it too?? and the whole lucifer album also (surprise!! my bias group isn’t exo lmao)

Are you right-handed? Left-handed? Ambidextrous?

right-handed! i can write w my left hand but not for long periods of time

You call in to the radio show your bias is a guest on. It gets picked up and now you’re live on the air. What would you say to them?

i’d say (in my crappy korean) that i love them and i’m so happy i got to talk to them! and that i hope they’re happy and taking care of themselves 

What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

i’ve only been to two :( both of them were incredible though! i saw yanni live & a classical concert by zubin mehta + the australian world orchestra and !!!! mesmerizing experiences! now if i could just see tsfh i’d die happy

What’s your favorite film genre and what are some movies you would recommend from it?

like i said i don’t like films much but,,, i do love space movies and historical settings! i can’t recall any besides interstellar which most people have probably watched

What do you think other people’s first impression of you is? What do you want it to be?

they probably think i’m kind of rude? ;;;;;;;; bc i’m super shy so i don’t talk much at all? also they probably think i’m homeless or something bc i’m always barefoot, my hair’s always messy and somehow i end up getting dust all over me RIP

Is there a book that you’ve given up on finishing? If so, why? 

i’ve dnf’ed a loooot of books! most recently, a court of thorns and roses (s. j. maas) & caraval (stephanie garber) MAN i really hated those

You went to a fansign and your bias signed your album and drew a special note + a little doodle just for you. What does the note say and what’s the doodle? Do you show it off to everyone when you get home or do you tuck it in a safe spot and take it out once in a blue moon to reminisce alone?

ldkfns i’m imagining this and i’m SUFFERING but uhh i’d ask him to draw a cat lmao and write something that makes him happy!  and the second one! i’m not a showy person so i’d definitely keep it somewhere safe and take it out when i want to remember :’)

@jds1andonly  !! 

If you could have any exo member as your twin, who would it be?

probably chanyeol bc i need some positivity! and he’d be really fun to talk to and do everything with

Imagine you have one day where you can eat anything you want: what would you eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

assuming this also means no gastric troubles... i’d go to the most expensive vegan restaurants in the world and gorge myself (bc i’m still morally obligated)

What is something you want to do by the end of the year?

oh boy considering there’s only a month and a half left... finish my ongoing series, be done with all my school stuff and ready for my exams in january, and organize the trip i want to go on with my friends after graduation!

What is your dream job?

i wanna be a teacher or a professor! maybe go around the world and teach in poorer regions? i actually have this dream to start an organization for volunteer teaching in low-income areas around the world. after i retire, i want to run a cafe/library in a really secluded place.

What is your favorite part from exo’s unfair performances (any one of them)

oh my godddd they’re all so sickeningly sweet but i like the christmas one with the santa suits and jongdae’s part in the second verse where he goes ‘oooooh oooooh’ with the finger heart? it’s so cute i wanna die

What was your favorite TV show as a kid?

spongebob ndsfnsk obviously... 

What is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard about your bias?

this one video someone tagged me in of jd wearing those periscope glasses and screaming?? 

What is your least favorite food and why?

i haaaaaaate curry leaves they make me nauseous :-/ 

What TV show have you been watching recently?

does masterchef australia count? i watch it obsessively!!

If you had a superpower like the exo members, what would you want yours to be?

hmm. hmmmmm very good question. probably telekinesis bc it’s really cool and i can move stuff from across the room without having to get up

If you could be in any kpop group, which would it be and why?

just for the concepts? id say exo or vixx for the music but i wouldn’t really fit in lmfao so like maybe snsd or EXID 

okay this was super long i’m sorry but i had fun!!! thank you guys for tagging me again!!! 

[puckish-saint]

May I Request Symmetra, Hanzo and D.VA reacting to being told their s/o died when their last interaction was a fight that ended badly? I need the angst

Symmetra

She follows you out of the kitchen anddown to the landing pad, refusing to end this conversation before shehas said her piece.“You always take their side-”“Idon’t - what? You know that’s not true.” You pinch the bridgeof your nose, wishing you could just make up and part in peace.

“Do I? Because whenever we discusssomething I am alone and you … you gang up on me.”

Fareeha meets you at the landing pad,throwing a glance to Satya and back to you, asking without words ifyou have a handle on this. You nod and wave her away, turning aroundto face your girlfriend in the same motion.

“We’re not ganging up on you, butI’m entitled to my own opinions and in this case I think you arewrong about yours.” The aircraft’s engines roar, a not so subtlecue for you to get a move on and leave the relationship troubles athome. She opens her mouth but you cut her off before she can sayanother word. “We can discuss this after I return. Okay? I stilllove you.”Satya doesn’t say it back. She crosses her armsover her chest and turns away, stubbornly refusing to meet your eyesuntil your shoulders drop and you leave.

Twelve hours later she gets told youwon’t return.

She listens to Fareeha’s report,filled with static and barely comprehensible, talking aboutcomplications, superior force, bad luck. She requests backup andLúcio and Mei are out of the door the second Winston gives theorder. For you every help comes too late. Winston offers her time offwork, counseling, a shoulder to cry on. She declines all three, findsherself thinking of the argument, hanging in the air like a noose,unfinished business that makes her skin itch and her eyes burn.

If you hadn’t gone away like thatthis wouldn’t have happened. Fareeha spoke of you being distracted,didn’t want to pass blame to the dead and it wasn’t your faultthat you died, she never said that, but Satya knows she thought itand everyone else in the room did as well.

She can’t shake the irrationalthought you did it on purpose, died to get out of an argument becauseyou knew you were wrong. You left her hanging, a dozen arguments onher tongue she’ll never get to say.

McCree is the first to approach her andoffer his condolences. He’s unkempt and unshaven when he knocks ather door, and the hat pulled down so deep into his eyes she nearlymisses the red rim around his eyes.

“You, ah, wanna talk? Know you didn’texactly part on friendly terms-”“There is no need fordiscussion.” Satya says primly. If she tells him about the argumentyou had he will take your side even if he thinks you’re wrong.You’ve made absolutely certain no one would take her side.

“Y’sound angry.”

She is. Through his meekness she seesyour arrogance, your conviction that you were right and she was wrongand now you’ve done and gotten the last word in.

“I am not.” she lies and forgetsthat even if he acts like a blundering buffoon sometimes, he stillused to be an agent of Blackwatch, trained to detect a lie a hundredmiles away.

“Listen, I know it’s not my place,but it’s happened before and maybe I can help ya deal withthat-”“There is nothing to deal with.” she snaps,pushes him away to leave but he grabs her arm, light enough for herto pull free, hard enough to urge her to stay. Her hair falls intoher face when she says, very quietly: “I was correct. If thatmission hadn’t come I could have proven I was- I …”

Jesse says what has sat at the back ofher mind ever since the news came, when she searched forjustifications, arguments, anything to prove she would have won theargument: “Does it matter who’s right?”

It doesn’t and that’s the hardestlesson to learn.

Hanzo

The argument drags on long into thenight and by the end of it you’re both going to bed angry. He lieswith his back turned to yours, frowning at the wall, too agitated tofall asleep although you don’t seem to have that problem, judgingby your peaceful breathing. Although, to be fair, he would have beenjust as irritated had you been tossing and turning. There’s nothingright to be done or said, not after the shouting match from earlier.Part of him wonders if it’s his fault, if his own stubborn pride isthe cause for this. That’s the part he carries with him into sleepand that sticks with him when he gets up the next morning and seesyour side of the bed empty and cold. Not even a note, and although heknows where you are and when you will return, it stings that there isnothing. No hearts drawn on a note stuck to a plate of breakfastyou’re always leaving him when you can’t eat together. Just thecold, empty side of the bed and McCree’s frantic call on theemergency comm. Ambush, he says, and Hanzo runs like his life dependson it because there’s only one team out there and his life doesdepend on you getting home safely.

The aircraft is being prepped foremergency departure, Jesse shouts orders like he’s done nothingelse, serape fluttering wildly in the gust of engines starting up.Hanzo doesn’t ask to be on the relief team, he simply boards theaircraft and stares at Jesse, just daring him to say a word. Hedoesn’t and shuts the doors behind them.

The aircraft’s in the air less thanthree minutes when communications to your team break off. As hard asshe tries, Satya can’t reestablish the link.

“Try again.” Hanzo orders. Shetells him it’s no use, there’s nothing to link to, and sheflinches when he punches the wall in frustration. She tries againeven though she knows it won’t work and he waits by her side, praysto every god that will listen that he gets one more chance to talk toyou. Just a few seconds, he’s not asking for more. Just the lengthof time it takes to say ‘I’m sorry’.

They land on the site of a massacre.Dozens of dead and wounded, most of them civilians. Between lawenforcement hunting for Overwatch’s vigilantes and the generalchaos it takes four hours to find your remains. Fareeha, who’s ledthe team and is the only one of it still conscious and alive, criesand the sight is more jarring than the blood and destruction aroundhim. He sits by your side, the white sheet covering up your mangledbody, and apologises. Again, and again, whispered assurances thathe’s sorry, that he was stupid to argue, that his points were mootand you were right. He should have listened to you, and he’s sorry.

He repeats it like you’ll come backif he somehow gets you to understand.

He’s still whispering it - I’msorry, please, I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you - when theothers lead him away. He tells them to let him be, that you won’thear him and then he realises what he said. Fareeha is the one tohold him through his breakdown.

D.Va

You argue over the phone, angry textsriddled with typos and accusations flung back and forth. Neither ofyou will wait until the other has finished their texts but neither doyou want to call and scream at each other over the phone. Ihave to go and do my job, you write, try to act like an adultwhen I’m back.

It’s a low blow, using her age andyou both know it. She writes something equally stinging back andnever gets the confirmation you received the text. She hopes youdidn’t.

Orisa is the one to carry your bodyback to base, unable to call ahead with the broken communicationssystem. She stands in front of the gates, your lifeless body slungover hers and that’s how the team learns of your death.

Hana takes it with professional grace.It’s not the first time she’s lost people in battle and you meanmuch more to her than any of her friends and comrades but at the endof the day, she knows the drill. She cleans out your locker and yourroom, all your belongings carefully set aside in boxes that now takeup half of her room. She manages your affairs, sends out messages tofriends and family outside Overwatch, and organises the funeral.Through it all she doesn’t allow herself to grief. Everytimesomething like this happens she’s afraid if she breaks down shewon’t get up again. People already tell her the war is no place forsomeone like her. In times like these, losing the first person she’sever loved, it would be so easy to agree with them, knowing they’llbe lost without her skills but not caring either way.

Aleksandra doesn’t offer her earlyretirement. She doesn’t say much at all, but the first chance shegets she drags her out of her room and into the common room, pushinga controller in her hand and taking up the other one. She looks downat it, knows that just a few weeks ago she would have somersaulted inexcitement that she got Aleksandra to play with her. She hates videogames, thinks they’re a waste of time. Now Hana agrees to playbecause she knows it will make her feel as if she helped.

They play a round, Aleksandra wins.They play another one and Hana wins, putting in just as much effortas she needs to. Her thoughts are elsewhere.

“I’m beginning to miss trash talk.”Aleksandra says casually and offers her a lopsided smile. She shrugs.

“Not feeling it.”“Is therereason?”

The only reason there is lately.Whatever she does since you died, it feels like she does it becauseor in spite of your death. Aleksandra pauses the video game, turnsaround to face her. Expecting but patient.

“What if ... “ Hana pauses, clearsher throat. She won’t cry. She doesn’t need to give the othersmore ammunition to treat her like a child. “What if you go outthere and die and the last thing I ever said to you was that yousuck?”

What if you read the last text she sentyou and died believing that’s what she thinks of you?

Aleksandra doesn’t have an answer forher. She offers consolations, that everyone knows she doesn’treally mean what she says, that you knew she loved you even if youargued. It’s all true but it doesn’t help.

You still died and the last thing shesaid to you she meant to hurt. And that’s the knowledge she’llhave to live with for the rest of her life.