#i know it ended with LOOOK!!!! YOU FUCKED UP BY DOING WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS RIGHT

[scopophobia-polaris]

Honestly could we throw out the idea that totk's story issue is that it isn't consistent with the lore of the older games but instead drops intresting world building from botw because it might have gotten actually dark

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hello❤️ literally just had this request thought of hobie and reader somehow getting mixed up through portals, they end up in the future and end up meeting their future kids...lowkey had a brain blast😭

LOVEEE.

Our future

Warnings- confessions, making out, that’s it pretty much

You didn’t know that while messing with portals, it could lead to accidentally going to the future.

Maybe that’s why Miguel told you not to.

But you and Hobie didn’t care, you only live once right? Might as well do something fun with it.

You chose the portal the time, setting random numbers.

“I did just set random numbers so if anything’s weird-“

“Who cares? That makes it more fun.” He shrugged.

You both walked through, and ended up in a bedroom? It looked like a kids bedroom.

Because it was a kids room.

“Hobie..” you whispered, hitting him on the chest.

“This is your world, is it not?” He asked, picking up some random things around the room as quiet as possible.

“Are you- stealing from kids?” You whispered yelled.

“No.” He lied.

You rolled your eyes and loooked at the room.

“Mommy? Daddy?” One of them whispered. You both froze.

You looked at Hobie.

“Sorry, not your d-“

“Yeah. Sorry we scared you. We were just… checking on you guys.” You said, sitting on his bed and moving the hair from his eyes.

He looked an awful lot like Hobie. Except for his hair, and his eyes.

You looked at him and back to Hobie. You narrowed your eyes at Hobie. The kid even had piercings. He looked about 10.

“Hobie..”

He looked at the other one when he realize what you were getting at. He looked at you and then back to the sleeping girl. The boy looked in confusion.

Then he Hobie saw a picture on the wall above her bed. The girl as a baby, being held by Hobie. And you were smiling next to Hobie with the boy as you put your arm around Hobie.

He ripped the picture off the wall, handing it to you.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, man?” He looked at the kid with a new love.

“What’re you still doing in here?”

“Yeah.. good question. I’ll let you go to sleep. Goodnight. I love you.” Hobie grabbed the picture and put it back up, you stared at Hobie.

“Goodnight. Love you.” You said, tucking the boy back in and kissing him on the forehead, before shutting the door.

You both sneakily walked around, and went into the bathroom.

“Holy shit- what the- fuck.” You groaned, sitting on the closed toilet seat.

“Well.. uh, I guess that’s our future.”

“Are you sure? Can’t it just be some other universe?”

“I mean it could be but… I want it to be our future.”

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“You serious?”

“Dead.”

You stood up, Hobie was a little confused. But you leaned in and started kissing him. It was a bit sloppy, but who cared?

“I like you.” You said, out of breath when you pulled away.

“I got that.” He laughed, and went in for another kiss.

[xlxvesxckx]

Turbulence [Chapter II]

Synopsis: The Academy was the most prestigious scoop to go to. If you had money, you ruled the school, and if you were poor, you were the stepping stools to the others. And if you're Y/n L/n, your life was going to become a living nightmare.

Pairings: Poly!Ateez x Reader, Original Characters x Reader, Original Characters x Ateez.

This Chapter: Kim Hongjoong x Reader, Slight Kang Yeosang x Reader

Word count: 2.6k words

Au: Academy Au.

Theme; Angst, Yandere.

Chapter Synopsis: After being triggered by some girls, Y/n spends some time with Hongjoong, only to be told not to trust him by the very girls who taunted her. Confused, she dwells on it, wondering if she should let what she heard go, or keep it in her mind for later

Warnings: Bullying(Verbal and Physical), flashbacks, s, obsession, possessiveness, slight suggestive content. It’s a tame chapter..

a/n: I apologize for getting this back to you so late! But i hope you still enjoy it! More at the end!

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In case you missed the first part :

Turbulence Chapter I

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Chapter II : [New and Old Memories]

You were still in shock, the next couple of days you still thought about it.

How in the hell did you manage to get yourself into this shit. Being best friends and Becoming friends with two of the most popular boys in this academy.

Just your fucking luck.

You sighed as you arrived at school, you didn’t know what the hell you were gonna do.

Youwalk into the school, confused on what you were going to, you ended up bumping into someone.

You fell back on your ass and heard a scoff followed by a couple snickers behind it.

“Oh so this is what the boys have been obsessed over?…”

You looked up to see three girls looking down at you.

It was three girls looking down at you from your position. You recognized them from a few of your classes.

There was Ye Ann, A nursing major who was known around school as the one of the most popular and beautiful girls. You've seen her hanging out with Yeosang and one of his friends.

Next was Yumiko Watanabe. She was an arts major alongside you and Hongjoong, you’ve seen her a lot in class and seen her interacting and laughing/joking around with Hongjoong.

Lastly was the ringleader and the one who pushed you.

Her name was Lola, you didn’t know why she was here attending this school, but you knew she was one to be feared. You’ve seen her intimidating many other girls and even causing them to leave the school for being around anybody she deemed hers.

And now she had her eyes on you.

“Listen up and Listen good bitch.” Lola started walking over to hover over you.

“I don't know what you did to make all the boys so obsessed with you so quickly. But I know they are ours. We already have pasts and. Futures with them and they do not include some poor looking bitch like you.”

"I don't think they'll like a dumb bitch like you..."

"You shouldn't waste your time. Go ahead and fuck right off. They are ours."

With that, Lola turned on her heel, with her two lackeys following closely behind, leaving you to think about what she just said.

You sighed heavily as you slowly got up bad brushed yourself off.

You shouldn’t let this bother you, you went through this before, you could survive it again.

As you brushed yourself off, you felt someone tap your shoulder.

Turning you see a guy you’ve only seen in passing, but know him as one of the members of Ateenagerz.

“Hi, Are you Y/n?”

“Yep, That’s me..”

“Great! I’m Song Mingi! Hongjoong is loooking for you and sent me to come get you, his in one of the private studios.”

You took the time to take in Mingi’s appearance, he had short pink hair and was built like what your old friends would call a dorito. He was built, tall, and seemed like an adorable person. This was far from the personality you thought he would have.

You allow him to take your hand as he led you to the studio. You knew Hongjoong spent too much time in that damn art studio, because it was what he did when he was younger.

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“Hongjoong! It’s time to go home already!!! Hurry up!”

Hongjoong chuckles as he finished his final details on his painting for the day. He stepped away from the canvas as he felt arms wrap around his torso.

“N/n stop, you’re gonna get paint on you!” He heard you giggle behind you before turning around to wrap his arms around you.

Hongjoong placed his forehead against yours for a bit.

“We still on for our sleepover?”

“Duh, that’s why I came to get you! My Mom said it was fine, so I don’t want us to waste any time.”

Hongjoong laughs at your words before leaning down a bit more to place his lips on yours. He holds you close as his lips move against yours.

It was not secret that the two of you were close, but behind closed doors, where no one could see the shared touches and kisses between you two.

And you wanted to keep it that way.

Hongjoong was your little secret, and something you wanted to keep all to yourself.

But alas.

Fate had other plans for you that day.

You cried out in pain as you felt kicks and punches land on your body. Someone had seen you and Hongjoong together, that someone being Yui.

Yui was a girl who was known to be obsessed with Joong. She wanted to be his everything and despised anyone who was close to him.

And you were her target.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOUR STUPID ASS HE IS MINE?!"

You cried out as she continued to punch you before pulling you up by your hair.

"Next time you get near him, you're going out in a body bag bitch. "

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"Y/n"

“Y/n?”

"Y/N!!"

You snapped out of your mind as you now found yourself in the large Paint studio, Mingi was long gone from your side, and Hongjoong looked at your head tilted in confusion and concern.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked watching you walk over to him.

You sigh, stopping directly in front of the male. “I was thinking about us.”

"Oh really? What about us?"

You decided not to sugar coat

"About how I was not allowed to be with your. Or else I'd get beat up..."

Hongjoong went quiet before going to grab your hands. “That’s why I called you here. I..” He trails off before locking eyes with you.

"I want to continue what we lost. What we never got to have because of others interfering..."

You looked at him, confused as Hongjoong continued his words.

“I want to continue what we had Y/n, I was so devastated when you left, I felt like I lost a piece of me. I lost what made me happy, I lost my muse…the reason why i breathed and choose to continue on..”

Hongjoong leaned down so that his lips were ghosting over yours.

You give a slight smile, “Who says we ever stopped?…” You say, punctuating your words by placing your lips against his. "Who's stopping us now?.."

Hongjoong let out a small sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you. He then pulls one of your legs to wrap around his waist.

He waited a bit for surprising you by lifting you, so you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist.

You pulled away slightly to playfully hit him. “Hongjoong! We are in school!” He smirks at your words before leading you over to a couch that was in the room. He had other plans for you, and he seemed he could care less where you were.

It was usually used for the painting models to wait before class started. But Hongjoong seemed that he had other plans for it.

“It’ll be quick 자기야…I’ll be quick…”(jagiya)

You let out a squeak as your back hit the couch, and his lips were soon on yours. You barely had time to react as he placed himself between your legs.

Hongjoong let out a soft groan as he finally held you in his arms.

He had always dreamed of a moment like this. Finally getting his chance to be intimate with you, after months of hoping and praying that you would simply waltz back into his life …And you finally did.

His head dipped down to be in the crook of your neck, you let out a gasp as you felt his lips on your neck, peppering it with kisses as he trailed down.

“My pretty 자기야…all for me..”He chuckles as he leans down to capture your lips again.

You could feel him begin to grind against you earning a desperate whimper from you.

And you were about to say something but heard a loud banging on the studio door.

“Joong! Did you forget about the meeting today?! Hurry up in there, your art projects can wait”

Hongjoong let out an audible groan as he rose up off of you. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. Joong helped you up and went to unlock the door, leaning on the doorframe afterwards.

Two guys that you’ve seen around before walked in. Both were dark haired and around the same height. Ones hair was a bit longer than the other, and one seemed alot more playful with Joon.

“Jeez, captain what was taking you so damned lon- Oh Hello~”

One of the males walked over to you with a sly smirk on his face. “Ah you must be Y/n! Joong talks so much about you.” You feel a blush come across your face.

He held out his hand "I'm Wooyoung, Culinary art's major!" He then points over to San. "That's San he's my best friend. " San have you a polite wave.

"Is nice to see who Captain has been talking about all these years..."

Hongjoong talks about you? And for years to? It must be a lot for some of his closest friends to remember you. Especially after being apart for so long.

“She’s even prettier than you described Hyung.”

"Definitely, a very pretty woman...,"

“Aye, back off you two. No flirting.”

You watched as the three bicker and talk, you stood there awkwardly.

It was weird seeing Hongjoong go from nearly about to claim you as his to a tired dad of two so fast. You decided to give him some space and let them talk amongst themselves.

It made you chuckle, before you gave Hongjoong a wave.

“I’ll catch you later Hongjoong! Just call me!’ You call out and he nods to you, waving back with a dorky smile before turning around to face his friends.

You left the studio and went down the hallway a bit before letting out a squeal of happiness.

Part of you was fucking scared, not only was Hongjoong one of the most popular guys in school. He had a posse of girls obesseed with him and wanted your head on a platter already.

But then again.

Hongjoong only wanted you. Just you.

What could possible go wrong with this equation.

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Everything.

Everything could go fucking wrong.

You don’t know how, or why or when. But someone snitched to the Ateenagerz fan club (that’s the name you gave the trio) about how close you and Hongjoong were and your days have been hell ever since.

"I think she fucked him already..."

"Oh my God, such a fucking whore..."

"She's only been her like two months.."

And rumors were beginning to spread, you were doing your best to avoid confrontations

“So you think just because you were ‘friends’ with Hongjoong in Highschool you can waltz in and win him over?”

You sighed as Ye Ann and Lola sat in front of your table. You were studying before your next class as you had a pop quiz and you kinda didn’t want to fail.

You ignored her mostly.

“You think just because he took you in the Studio and made out with you, that you’re special?”

That caught your attention.

You looked up at her in confusion. “How did-‘

Lola leaned close to you with a devious smirk. “I have eyes and ears all over this school” She then leaned back in her seat.

“You aren’t the first Y/n. And you definitely won't be the last one to be underneath him.”

Ye Ann snickered “Maybe he just wanted to fuck his childhood ‘friend’ and knock that off the bucket list.” Lola looked at Ye Ann and then laughed. “Holy shit! You might be right!”

“Maybe he just wanted to get in your pants because he couldn’t before. But i mean, wanting to fuck someone who’s been institutionalized seems like something he would do. He does like them crazy I guess..”

You froze.

How did she know all this information about you?

No one asides from your mother, Hongjoong’s mother and the dean of the school were supposed to know about your past. You tried to block that part of you out.

It was a place you didn’t deserve to be placed in, but because of others at your highschool you were broken,

You can barely remember what happened that day, but you do remember Hongjoong finding you in the classroom and was the one who got teachers to help you.

Everything after that was a blur, you just remember waking up in the hospital, your mom arguing with the principal of the school for allowing the bullying to get this bad.

You shook your head and decided to stand up.

“Look. I don’t like you, and it may seem like I’m picking a fight with you for no reason Y/n.”

You looked over at Lola, who was still leaning back in her chair.

“I’m just warning you, that yea we like Hongjoong and his crew. But they aren’t good people. Don’t let them fool you into to thinking they are knights in shining armor.” She started before leaning forward once again, now standing on her feet.

“They are criminals, they do shady shit, why do you think they practically run the school?”

“Why should I believe you?” Is the first thing to leave your mouth since the start of this conversation. Lola rolls her eyes.

“Fine, don’t believe me, but when you get your heart broken and whine up dead somewhere, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”She laughed at your distrust.

Lola stood up and came around the table to stare you straight in the face.

“You can’t handle them Y/n. It’s best you drop them and-“

“Y/n!”

The three of you look over to see Yeosang standing there with a smile, he hasn’t been at school the past few days and you wondered where your new bestie had gone to.

Yeosang walks over with his hands in his pockets and Lola quickly fixes herself to try and get the males attention.

“Hi Yeo~ Y/n and I wer-“

He ignores her and pulls you into a hug. You freeze at first before slowly returning his hug. Yeosang hums softly before pullling away.

“I missed you so much! My Parents had some things to do and wanted me to tag along, so I had to be away for a while.”

He says looking down at you with a smile. “I hope I didn’t have you eating lunch by yourself…”

You giggle at his comment and shook your head.

“No, I just sat with Hongjoong instead.” He hummed in response before grabbing your hand.

“Well, we better get going before we’re late to our class.” He says, pulling you away from the two girls who simply glared at you in response.

You started to wonder if what Lola was going on about true. That Hongjoong and his group were dangerous and weren’t to be trusted.

You shook your head to rid it of the thought as Yeosang rambled on to you about his day and what all he did,

You just decided to focus on the day, and hopefully what she said would leave your mind.

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It was the end of the day, and Yeosang was coming into the meeting room, seeing all his friends already sitting in random spots. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Lola and Her friends have been spreading ‘rumors’ about us.”

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, “So? Haven’t we learned that they are just some dick obsessed girls that Hwasa had the mistake of laying down with?” Woo then let out a yelp of pain from being hit with something Seonghwa threw at him.

"Ow!! What did I say wrong? I'm right!"

"Yea, but now is not the time, idiot."

Yeosang shakes his head. “I caught them mid conversation with Y/n.”

That is what peaked everyone’s attention.

Hongjoong stood up from his chair, were he was editing more pictures for his portfolio. “This bitch annoys me…why can’t she get it through her thick skull that none of us want her.”

Jongho, who was usually quiet during these meetings spoke up.

“Probably because San keeps flirting with them…”

“Hey! How else am i supposed to figure out what the hell is going on in the school?” San shot back only to earn a middle finger from the younger male.

Hongjoong let out a long sigh, “Goddammit.” He then slams his hands on his table spooking everyone around him.

“We are going to have to do something, either get rid of the bitch trio, or have Y/n so involved with us that she trusts us.” He then said,e arming hums of acknowledgement.

“Hwa.”

The dark haired male raised his head, “I’m giving you Y/n’s address.”

“You are to go out with her tomorrow. Get her to trust you, and tell her mom that you’re friends with me. That way she’ll trust you to let Y/n go alone with you.”

He turns to the rest of his group. “You guys keep listening out for any other rumors floating around the school.”

He then turned to his computer screen, images of you that he was editing flashed up on the screen.

“I have some work to do.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed! I am so sorry that this chapter is so late, life has been kicking me in the ass after moving,

I’m currently in debt and trying to pay it off, but my job is kinda eh and writing so my only avenue of work kinda.

So once again, if you would like to support, just click my KoFi link at. The top of the story, it would mean alot to me and mean that I will be able to create wonderful stories for you all stress free!

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childhood bestfriends to lovers with ferran torres im begging

Stop begging, hun. Here it is

A New Start - Ferran Torres

Summary: You and your best friend, Ferran, finally admit your feelings for each other.

"So you finally admiting you are in love with him?"

"Will you shut up?!" You exclaimed a little at your girl best friend, Mía. "I think everyone in Barcelona could heard you!"

"Don't be exaggerated, Y/N/N!" She whined

"I have known that for a long time now" You sighed laying in your bed "But he doesn't feel the same way!" You cried a little

"So smart but so stupid" You heard Mía said as you throw her a pillow

"Stop insulting me!" You whine

"Stop being so oblivious then!" You huffed

"Why would he want me when he just got out of his relationship with Sira fucking hot Martínez?"

"Because you are Y/N fucking gorgeous Y/L/N and have been with and for him ever since you were four years old?!" You look at her

"Yeah, not good tho" You said pushing your head into the pillow hearing Mía groan

"Will you go to this evening's match?" You nod

"Of course, I have never missed a match"

"Get pretty"

Those were her last words before leaving you to shower, dress, make up and fix yourself. You didn't know it but meanwhile you were inside the shower she was pulling Ferran's ear

"Will you just do it?" She asked almost in a whisper with her phone on her ear

"She doesn't feel the same way that I do, Mía" Ferran groaned at his phone.

Mía sighed deeply not really knowing how two people could afford so much stupidity and not realize how obvious their feelings towards each other were.

"Torres, you must believe me when I tell you do it"

"Did she told you something?"

"I won't say anything else but Do. It" And with that she cutted the call

On the other side, Ferran was already on his way towards the stadium, when he heard the beep of the dead line, he sighed looking at his phone.

His background haunted him. It was one of both of you, back at your sister's birthday party, hugging each other, inside the pool. You had insisted on taking a selfie rather than bothering someone to take the pic, so he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him

"A ver, a ver... Funny face in three and now!"

And that's how he ended up sticking his tongue out as you puckered your lips doing a peace sign. It was a good day and with a good memory seeing as your sister's bf, got inside the pool knocking Ferran's phone out of your hands

"Please, tell me your phone was waterproof"

"I don't know, I never tried it"

He smiled thinking of that day and how worried you were.

"Thinking of your princess again?" Eric García moked him with a smile

"Fuck off"

"When will you tell her that you love her?"

"When I'm sure she loves me back"

"She'll never tell you"

"Then I guess, I never will"

"Don't be silly"

"I'm not silly, I'm just taking care of our friendship and of what I love. You know I can lose her completely if she doesn't love me back?"

"And you know that you can be what you actually want to be of her, if she does?" Ferran sighed "Nothing ventured, nothing gained"

"No me vengas con esas" Ferran asked shaking his head, the bus stopped

"But you know it's true" And with that Eric got up and left him to sort his thoughts out

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"Ferran always gives you the greatest spots ever" You laughed at that

"He does, such a sweetheart. I always tell him I don't mind but he goes up to the front or all the way up to the back" You point behind your back swiftly laughing sightly

"He loves you" You turned serious after that looking at her "What? I'm just saying the whole truth" She loooked to the pitch before turning her gaze back to you "He's even looking at you right now"

You turned your head and found Ferran looking at you with a smile, soon he waved at you and you waved back at him, they were starting to warm up

"He's precious" You murmured but Mía caught it

"I KNEW IT!"

"I never denied it to you!" You huff rolling your eyes a bit, she laughed a bit

You kept on chatting as Rosalía was blasting in the stadium and the guys were warming. Soon they left to get ready

But your mind was somewhere else

"You really think he's in love with me?" You ask suddenly watching them come out

"I know so. It's enough to see the looks that you both give each other" You blush shaking your head

"You're crazy"

"I'm not!"

"Shut up, game's starting!" You shush her focused already on the game

First half and Barcelona was ahead with a goal of Lewandowski at minute 35' you stood up cheering for them, such a great assist of Gavi and the strike Lewy made was espectacular, like always.

That goal set their rival off, Barcelona had more and more game until the end of the first half. Second half started and they did it just as if the first one never ended. They were having most of the ball possession and attacked more and more. You were incredibly happy watching Ansu score another goal for you guys...

Then at minute 90+3' it happened, De Jong passed the ball to Gavi, who passed it to Lewy, who passed it to Araujo and then he passed it to Ferran, who instantly after receiving it, hit the ball and this one went inside the net.

You stood up and cheered like crazy. Your bestie scored! Mía hugged you tightly and then you saw Ferran running towards where you girls were, he sent you a kiss, made your initial and yelled a "Te amo!" that was barely heard by the Culés screams and chants.

"Y yo a tí, Fer" You yelled back smiling, then the two whistles came in signaling the end of the game. Ferran lifted you up and pulled you inside the pitch hugging you tightly

"I've always loved you" He whispered, both of his hands going to your face

"I've always loved you too" You whispered back, your hands gripping his arms.

Ferran smiled and crashed his lips with yours.

"A new start?" He asked

"A new start" You confirmed to your now, boyfriend with a smile hearing cheers

Yes, you loved him.

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Pregnant s/o (Preferences)

Requested by the amazing and breathtaking @ravennightingaleandavatempus​: If your asks are still open how would the batboys be around a pregnant S/O.

A/N: Also just wanted to mention that none of these boys would be having gender reveal parties with explosives or anything else dangerous (or in general) because they have brain cells

Dick

Okay so that might be a repetitive motive in this, but he’ll crank up his protectivness by just about 100%

But first things first

When you find out that your pregnant and you tell Dick he’ll be so over the moon

like he’ll want to throw the biggest party to celebrate because HE IS GETTING LITTLE GRAY-SONS OR DAUGHTERS (see what I did there) 

He’ll definitly brag in front of his siblings and everyone else he knows because HE HIT THE JACKPOT

Honestly will definitly read up a lot on how to be a good dad and would go and ask Alfred or Louis for advice (He’ll rather be caught dead than ask Bruce for advice cause he wants a lot for his futre child(ren), but he definitly doesn’t want them to become the way he and his siblings are now)

He would fully induldge in your cravings and other pregnancy things

you want cucumber pizza with nutella instead of tomato scauce? Guess who’ll be down at the cornor store getting the ingredients

You’re feet hurt and you’re cranky?

Dick will move heaven and earth to make you comfortable and give you a massage

He won’t go out on patrol too much during your pregnancy because the thought of you being left behind alone if something happened to him was too much for him to take

And like I said he’ll get very very protective

You won’t go out alone to any dangerous Gotham areas anymore

No more heavy lifting either

Also he might as well pick you up and move to the manor because there Alfred is there to cater to your every need

Let’s just say it will be an interesting 9-10 months....

Jason 

Okay so Jason isn’t quite sure about having kids

He knows that he is a cesspool of trauma and he isn’t sure if he’d be the best choice to raise other human beings

So when you come to him all excited and tell him that you think you’re pregnant he’s torn

He’ll try not to show it, but it’s quite obvious 

It’s not that he’s not happy, but still

After that it will be a bit tense at home until you had a doctors appointment that really confirms that you’re indeed carying a little Todd

Jason was there with you and you were almost scared how he’d react but in a twist of fate when he found out he immediatly started smiling and kissing you

Because that made it real in more ways then one

YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE BABY YOU MIXED WITH A BABY JASON

Jason knows no matter how fucked up he is, you’re going to be the most amazing mom that could ever be and you’d make sure that he’d be the most amazing dad possible too

Now Jason isn’t as quick to adapt to your pregnancy as Dick is

He’d definitly pour you coffee a few too many times before realizing that you weren’t allowed to drink cafeein

But he would manage soon enough

If he’s smoking at that moment he’ll definitly stop

He will not risk your little ones life no matter how much he like to smoke

na-huh no way

Also he is even more protective than Dick

He knows that Gotham is a dark place

so either he’ll too get you to a safe place where he can take care of you and your future pumpkin

Or he’ll just straight up move to canader or something where there’s no Joker who’d be near enough to bomb up a block when you were in it

Again, interesting times are coming

Tim 

Timothy will be - no matter how much Dick reads - the most prepared, hands down

Because let’s not forget he’s one of the smartest Waynes (even though the other’s aren’t far behind)

When he started noticing that you’re acting weird he’ll loook it up and he’ll figure out that you’re pregnant sooner or later

He’s a very attentive s/o and he pays attention to you

So he’d probably actually be the one to tell you that you’re pregnant

But once it’s actually confirmed he’ll also be the chillest one

He looked up everything he has to know and made spreadsheets and lists and documents for what to do in literally all possible situations so he’ll be realitivly relaxed

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t also just a little bit overprotective

But just a little bit

He’ll let you do your thing as long as it isn’t dangerous or medically seen unclever

But he’ll also be there for you to cater your needs and your cravings, etc.

He also tries to stop drinking coffee, but he fails

He tones it down tho, but still you won’t get rid of the smell of coffee in your apartement

Now if you ever even mention wanting a sip he’ll hide every last gram that contains caffein in a place only he will find it

(It’s probably hidden somewhere really obvious where you’ll definitly find it but you’ll let him believe he managed to hide it well) 

Tim will be the one to start falling into the baby fever the most

will go on online shopping sprees for baby clothes and furnitere and baby proof everything five months before the due date would arrive

Will also write very long lists with possible baby names (from which like 1/3 are references but I digress)

All in all this would possible be the most ’normal’ pregnancy

Damian (aged up obviously)

Okay so Damian is definitly a thing

He wasn’t conventionally raised or even anything close to that

I mean we all know how he was concieved soooooo

But - just like with everything else - he’ll want to be the best possible father (and s/o) there could ever be

So be fucking prepared for a wild ride

When you tell him you’re pregnant he is full with pride about his presticious bloodline to be continued with the added advantage of you 

He’ll definitly annoy his siblings more than Dick could ever 

And he’ll start making “jokes” about how he was going to be a better dad than Bruce

He will never mention anything like that to Alfred tho, it’s the opposite actually, he’ll come to him with pen and paper and ask for advice 

Will boast that he had a child first to Jon and that his child will be better than Jon’s if he will ever have one

Also he’ll actually tell Talia about his future offspring and her grandchild, but only to tell her that if she was ever to endanger you or your future little one he’ll not hesitate to end her life

So yep there’s that

He will want you to stay in the manor like Dick would because there you’d be protected by a lot of vigilantes and money

lot’s of money

He’ll also be the one to - while he’ll try to do his best to take care of your need - ask Cassandra to help you

She’ll be overjoyed and (in a not completely hidden quest to become the godmother of the child) will become your shadow

Not in an annoying way 

She’ll be there to help you with everything Damian can’t and she’d definitly organize a girls day where you and all of her other sisters go out and buy baby things

Also Damian may or may not want to name the child Damian Junior, but you’ll definitly keep him from doing so 

All in all he’s actually somewhere in the middle between his other brothers, but it’s a nice balance

[nohoney]

Drunk Hawks Headcanons

i don’t picture him as much of a drinker but he’s not a lightweight if he does

he’s a beer guy I think, IPAs and pale ales, but he does have a bottle of nice whiskey in his cabinet

also collects the mini bottles of alcohol and keeps them even when they’re empty, when you’re drunk you fuss over how cute & small the bottles are and he just finds that adorable

“Keigo! Loook it’s so tiny!”

he invites you over for a light dinner and brings out a bottle of his whiskey and a chaser along with... “is that a card game?”

Keigo likes to play drinking card games like drunk war, battle shots, or those drink or dare games but tonight is a little different

“you read the card out loud and we answer the question or you can choose to drink to avoid the topic, sounds fun right? we’ll go with the chill deck tonight.”

the cards carry some spicy questions but they’re mostly funny and very casual like ‘what’s something i do that irritates you’ or ‘what would you do if i caught you watching porn?’

“have you ever faked an orgasm with me? well that can’t be answered because you always-”

pour, sip, chase

“dove... when???”

it’s a nice back & forth and you both surprise each other sometimes opting to drink rather than answer a few questions but it’s all in good fun

body relaxed, mind swimming a little bit, Keigo suddenly feels a bit frisky and wants to take it to the bedroom

unfortunately he overestimated the amount he drank and he’s left a little bit of an embarrassed mess when he’s trying to get himself in the proper mood

“uhh... I swear it’s not you.”

You and Keigo are down to the last few cards in the deck, a decent amount of shots poured between the two of you and the chaser almost gone. Keigo picks up the next card and clears his throat to read out loud, you sit across from him and once again hold one of the little liquor bottles in your hand to keep your attention while you play. “If we were to have a threesome, who would you choose out of my friends list to have a threesome with?”

You purse your lips and look together in thought, carefully holding the empty, tiny vodka bottle. “Ah I guess Todoroki? I think that’d he be a good addition.”

“Oh geez, I know my boss and I get along but I can’t imagine he’d be down for a threesome, but I think it’d be okay. He is pretty fine for a guy his age, I can see how his kids-”

“Keigo... I meant Touya... you thought of your boss? You thought of Enji first before Touya?!” your mouth is open in shock and you lean back in your seat and just stare at your boyfriend before you begin to laugh. “What the hell? I have to tell Touya this next time I see him!”

Keigo sputters, unable to explain himself and he knocks back his shot glass that he poured in preparation. He can only hope that you’re drunk enough to forget but he knows the likelihood of that is low. Still, he enjoys this neat little game and feels a little closer to you. You giggle as you pull up the next card, try to read it but you still laugh. “Have you ever- pfft! I’m sorry, sorry. Have you ever faked- hahaha I can’t stop thinking about it!”

“Alright alright, give me that card!” Keigo snatches the card out of your hand as you try to calm down your giggle fit. “Have you ever faked an orgasm with me? Well that’s just not a fair question that can be answered because you always-”

You pop the cap off the whiskey bottle and pour your shot, knocking it back before drinking your chaser.

It’s Keigo turn for his mouth to drop open. “Dove... you faked it with me before? When?”

“You can’t ask me! I drank therefore I am excluded from answering the question.”

“Wha... was it last time? Did I bite too hard or-or... it wasn’t when you dropped off my lunch at the office last time right? You didn’t fake it just so that you could get it over with, right? You seemed a little off but I thought it was my imagination-” His mind is swimming, trying to articulate his words in the moment. He always takes care of you doesn’t he? He racks his memory of the last few times you guys had sex to-

“Keigo, Keigo!” you put down the little liquor bottle and cross to his side of the table, plopping yourself in his lap and hugging him. “Relax, it was a long time ago when I did it. Obviously when we fuck now, everything is all good. You’re an amazing lover.”

“I’m an amazing lover?” Keigo echoes, his bottom lip jutted out in a fake pout and pretty much asking for you to stroke his ego. His arms come around your waist and he squeezes your body closer to him.

“You’re an amazing lover,” you reaffirm him, “the best lover I’ve ever had, ever!”

Oh and Keigo planned to show you. abandoning the drinks and card game to whisk you away to the bedroom, stumbling through the door as you’re locked in a kiss. He lays you flat on the bed, helps you shimmy off your bottoms while you cup his groin, trying to get a rise out of him. But even though the setting is hot, you’re hot and ready, and he feels like he wants to... his body isn’t coordinating with his desires. Keigo pulls back from you and runs his hands down his face, feeling a bit embarrassed that this is happening right now. “I swear dove... it’s not you.”

You sit up, fixing your clothes and assure him that it’s okay. “Do you have whiskey dick?”

Of all times he’s drank and turned out okay by the end of it, the alcohol decides to fuck him up when he wants to have you.

“I... yeah, I guess... I’m sorry dove, I really want to. You have no idea-”

You shush Keigo and take his hands in yours, squeezing him in reassurance that it’s okay and that you’re not upset. You smother his face in kisses and coo to him that he knows that he’ll take care of you next time.

“Although... you got your boss’s number? You know, since apparently you’d prefer Enji over Touya to-”

You laugh as Keigo pushes you off him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

[breezeinmonochromenight]

Just imagine: Cloud and Zack are always chatting via PHS. Like ALWAYS. But Zack is obsessed to get Cloud to send him a selfie. One day Cloud agrees to it, but he just sends Zack a picture of a real cloud :') Zack doesn't know if cry or laugh, because that was Hella cute (although frustrating). ((Cloud ends up sending him a real selfie and Zack almost gets decapitated during training bc of that distraction. Angeal is not amused))

(I YELLED READING THIS FHDJFDHFHDJF.)

And it’s for a significant reason, too — Cloud’s away on a two month long mission and Zack is just. Losing his fucking mind because A.) it’s the first time they’ve been apart for this long, B.) he has literally no pictures of Cloud/Cloud and himself together because of how shy Cloud is (he doesn’t push it because he is terrified of Cloud clamming up again and avoiding him) and C.) Cloud’s just barely gotten a PHS/gotten comfortable texting him (even if their conversations are one- to two-word responses on Cloud’s side) and he doesn’t want to make things awkward. So, Zack begins asking Cloud ‘how the Clouds are doing’ every day, hoping the blonde will take the hint.

Zack just tries his best not to be too intense, and even makes a quiet plea to Genesis’ stupid goddess (he’s a desperate man!) for Cloud to pick up on what he’s doing. He just wants visual confirmation that Cloud is fine (at least, that’s what he tells himself). And one day, after asking Cloud ‘how do the Clouds look today?’ he gets notification of a picture text.

From Cloud.

He almost tears his phone apart getting it open.

Cloud: [1 attachment]

Cloud: The Clouds are fine. One is even heart shaped. I thought of you. (:

Zack is SO confused by what that means (he wouldn’t just send something heart-shaped thinking of him no reason, right? Right?!) that he’s stuck somewhere between laughing and crying (or both) and ends up taking a walk for fresh air.

Zack’s personal crisis culminates with Angeal, half asleep and dressed in ratty sweatpants with his hair half-assedly pulled up and out of his face, having to fish his student out of the infamous fountain on LOVELESS Avenue at 3a.m., after a couple of guards called him to tell him his ‘puppy’ was playing in it.

He finds Zack floating in the fountain, staring into space:

—o—

Zack’s nothing if not persistent, though. So he keeps trying to nudge Cloud in the right direction.

And one day, he gets lucky.

Zack is asking how Cloud’s evening is going and Cloud, surprisingly, is far more talkative than usual (full!!! sentences!!!!!!). So Zack asks the now (almost daily) question he’s posed for nearly a month and a half now while waiting on Angeal, for their training session).

Zack: So. How do th clouds loook tdy Spikyyy? :^D

Cloud: No Clouds today, Zack. Just rain. ):

[5 minutes pass in which Zack tries to figure out how to respond to this to keep the conversation going]

Cloud: [1 attachment]

Cloud: The Clouds are still fine, though. Just cold and wet. ):

Zack opens the attachment, fully expecting a photo of the rain coming down, and mind blanks out so hard his first reaction is just:

Zack actually forgets to respond to the message right away, prompting Cloud to follow up first.

Cloud: Um. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird or anything. I just thought it’d be funny..

(The response is instant.)

Zack: NOOO don’t stop sending photos ur 2 cute aha.

Zack: :o)

Unfortunately, Zack is so busy floating on Cloud (ha) Nine and planning their retirement together, that he doesn’t see his mentor come in with a surprise attack to start their training session off — one that he’s lucky doesn’t take his head clean off his shoulders.

...And yet, he’s still practically generating a lifetime supply of oxytocin as Angeal lectures him on his lack of attention, demanding to know exactly why Zack would ever let his guard down when he knows he’s about to face an opponent.

So, Zack shows him.

And damn, if that photo isn’t so adorable that it practically has Angeal cooing over how cute the cadet is, lecture momentarily forgotten in favor of gently teasing Zack about his more-than-a-little-obvious crush he thinks he’s being subtle about.

(If it were anyone else, Zack would likely be snarling at them.)

[idjitlili]

Blah its me

Kili x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine Kili being sent to find you ,to only to see you dressing by a small river,spotting your belly button piercing. And him liking your earrings so much that he asks you to pierce his ears.

over 2280 words

You we apart of Thorin's company since you fell upon fron the sky ,whacking your head on a tree,landing face first infront of the company who rode ponies.You had used your arms to stop you whacking your face in the mud. You had groaned,standing up brushing the mud from your bottom."I have been falling for 30 minutes!" you had growled not noticing the bunch of dwarves,a hobbit and a wizard had been eyeing you. "d-did she just fall out of the sky?" the hatted dwarf had spoke ,in which in time you learned to know his name as Bofur.

The dwarves sat still on their ponies in spoke,until the youngest Durin prince spoke "did it hurt when you fell from the heavens of malah?" he spoke flirting while you as the older dark haired dwarf turned around and shot him a look,which he simply ignored. "I feel some stairs and ended up here not down from heaven..." the words slipped quietly from your lips ,the wizard had looked at you thinking before he spoke "it seems that this maiden is not from middle earth  ,Am I correct?" you wanted to know who the fuck he knew that."middle earth,what no,its just earth." he hummed at you. Soon after that you were apart of the company,to much off Thorins disagreement you were in.

Which led you to now you were in Rivendell already;Thorin didnt like that very much. You were quite happy with about ,Elrond had given you a room with a bath,you hadnt had a proper clean in a long while. Plus a cute elf named Lindir,had accompanyed you to your room,offering you his arm. You had happily taken it blushing,the dwarves werent impressed by this ,Kilis face scrunched up in jealousy.

It wasnt a shock to Fili that his brother had grown to have a crush on you,a strange girl from another world. He knew better to keep it to himself ,and only tease Kili about it quietly. Thorin was only just beginning to like you,Fili didnt want you being left on the side of the road if his uncle found out about his youngest nephews feelings for you.

You had thanked Lindir greatly for helping you to your room,he had smiled at you "you are very welcome lady y/n,Elrond has told me about you and wishes me to inform you that if you would like you can stay here in Rivendell." you didnt know what to say ,you loved it in Rivendell and Lindir was indeed bodacious,but you grown to like a certain prince. Not that you could do anything about it,he was royalty ,you were a mere human ,not that kili acted like a prince more immature than anything.

"I really couldnt,they would feel betrayed,"you spoke quietly.looking at your dirty shoes. "though its not only reason is it?" his voice was like silk in noise,golden smooth,his head high as you look up at him ,shaking your head no. "Im sure he returns your love." you almost choked ,as he left how could he known,damn. You turned into your room almost turning into sonic running to the bath. Soon scrubbing yourself with the rich soaps and oils,conditioning your hair.  

After you had wrapped yourself in one towel;another in your hair. Slowly dressing yourself in your short underwear,not boxers but they were were shorts and underwear. And your bra from your world ,about to put on the mint green dress Elrond had sent to your room,well was until the door knocked. "who is it?" (james franco pineapple express,yeah you sound like that ) "Bluh it's me" he stated ,je was still annoyed about Lindir,but he didnt hold it to you ,it wasnt his choice who you liked. You hadnt realised that you were fully dressed ,your wet hair now down ,water making your skin shine against the light.  As you walked towards the door,opening it to reveal Kili he hadnt yet bathed clearly.

His eyes quickly scanned your body,blushing as he say you in your underclothes,you looked at him confused to his facial expresion. "Im sorry , I disturbed you,its just dinner is ready," You had looked down to see what he gestured about ,you had blushed in embarrassment."oh god,yeah I'll be right there." you tried to play it off ,but his eyes still kept glancing ,he nodded turning to leave,but a jem catches his eye.

He turns back to you loooking down at your bellybutton gasping "Is that a jem in your bellybutton?"he beyond shocked he had never seen something like it before,he didnt understand why you hadnt shown it off,he thought it was beautiful. "oh..um its my belly button piercing?" he had looked even more confused ,looking down to see how it worked. You sighed pulling him in by his arm,making him almost fall over,sitting him on the side of the bed,you laying flat next to him. So your stomach looked flatter than when it did when you sat,not that you should be ashammed ,it was just so he could see. He had looked at you as you unscrewed the ball pulling out the bar. "see theres a hole,damn thats what she said." his hand went near before he pulled it away,you pulled it back assuring it was fine.

He had grabbed the bar eyeing it ,before popping back into its rightful placing securing the ball ontop. " do men in your world have that too?" he had questioned as you stood up pulling the dress on before sitting next to Kili on the bed. "no not many ,its mostly because they get made fun of by other men that claim its a gay thing to do aka ,men that like men  do it ,but it isnt anyone can do it,more women have it done. some people are just scared of the pain of having it done ,but inreality it doesnt hurt at all,just the same as my first ear ones," in the end you had pointed to your earrings that lay on the lobe.

kill had watched interest,he really thought you were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. "i like it very much y?n it suits you very well." you had smiled blushing as he smirked at your reaction."thank you kili." you looked the floor not knowing what to say after that."do you think one day you will help me go get my ears done like yours are on that bit?" he spoke shyly pointing to your ear lobe. "I mean if you want.. I could now." you response now looking at kili whos face lights up like the moon in the night sky,nods eagerly,you run to your bag grabbing your spare unused hoops and clean needle and a slightly wet cloth,rushing back to him.

You jump on the bed ,bouncing slightly almost stabbing yourse;f with the needle,you kneel facing his left ear. "just the one ear?" at the moment you had one stud in your first hole and in the otherside a lego indiana jones figure dangling. Like who didnt play at least one lego game on the wii as a child,maybe you still do cough me. "what do you think?" he had questioned holding the needle and earring as you used the cloth to clean his lobe gently,he tried to stay still under your grip."I think the one for now ,so you can sleep on the other side,without aggravating it while it heals." you spoke quietly,standing up to put the cloth down on the beside table,pulling the dress up before sitting back down now comfortble on your knees thats what she said.

"alright then,just the one please." he looked at you smiling nervously,you smiled back at him excitedly. You lined the needle up to the appropriate position. "you ready?" you asked him."ye-Ow" you had cut him off stabbing the needle through,and placing in the hoop. "that did not hurt,youve been stabbed by a bloody sword,and made less of a fuss. did that go over your head?" you grabbed the cloth once again ,shoving his hand away from the ear as he rubbed ,now cleaning the piercing.

"Nothing goes over my head my reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." you snorted at his response pulling him up from the bed,discarding the cloth,leading him to the mirror standing behind him as he looked at the earring with a big grin."Ilove it!" he practially shouted turning around engulfing you in arms twirling you around, your face flashes red as does his when he puts you down embarrassed. "i-im sorry," he spoke looking at the floor you had grabbed your hand "dont be ,lets go the company will be waiting." you spoke pulling the blushing dwarf out the door with you.

You had let go of his hand once you had reached the others,sitting down beside bofur,kili beside you. They had stared at you brielfly."you look very nice ,lass." bofur had told you smiling next you ,you had blushed quietly thanking him. "Yes,,Y/n you look truly look more beautiful than when you were covered in mud,if that was even possible." fili smirked at you then briefly at his brother ,he wanted him to step up stop being so scared of you a shy guy,like you would go blurting out that you didnt like him,but you did. "t-thank you." you werent used to the compliments ,nor many people interacting with you.

"kili,what is that in your ear??" Thorin had interrupted the dwarves commenting on you ,his voice stern,his face almost a frown,you looked at kili nervously you didnt want to get in trouble from thorin.  "SO ,I basically accidently saw y/n had an earring thingy in her bellybutton-" "A what? lass show us." bofur had cut him off now everyone was starring at you, waiting ,you stood up. Only for kili to pull on your telling you not to do what you were about to do ,sending you a pleading look. You had shook your head ,assuring him it was fine ,pulling the dress up above your belly button.

You had just revealed to the whole company a f/c jem that was your bellybutton jewerly,also your bare thighs and underwear. That elf Lindir had smirked at you,causing kili to almost explode,as he saw it the dwarves were in shock as you sat down,they still said nothing. "why would you keep such beauty hidden?" Dwalin the least person you wouldve expected spoke up,you didnt think he thought anything was beautiful expect maybe I dont know his mother. "..uh b-because I cant wonder around with you guys in half a shirt ,I would definitely get stabbed easier." you spoke yet again quietly ,making bilbo laugh at your tone. Kili smiled before breaking the silence ,"so yeah anyways I made her pierce my ear,how do I look? more majestic than uncle?" he had mocked shaking his hair slowly ,like a hair product advert,making you giggle.

"So you two are courting?" Thorin asked eyeing down his sisters youngest son,you both sat there not knowing what to say ,until you did. "w-what do you mean?" you had questioned the dwarven king. "he means Kili saw you practially naked ,and then you gave him a body modification,and then supplied him with the jewerly,all pretty intimate it seems." Bofur piped up,taking a drag from his pipe. You blushed ,looking at the salad infront of you ,picking up a piece of cucumber chewing it avoid the scene, "y/n ,may I speak with you ?"you had turned to  kili nodding grabbing another piece of cucumber as he took your hand helping you up,leading you to a hall with the sword that chopped saurons fingers off.

He stood infront of you his eyes filled with panic ,and nerves ,as he literally lunged foward cupping your cheeks pressing his lips to yours,before pulling away embarrassed."y/n,im sorry,but they are right,I want to court you." he paced around ,until you spoke "dont be sorry" he stopped turning to look at you shocked, "i want to court you" thats all it took for him to pull you into a passionate kiss,before pulling away when you had heard someone clearing their throat.

"finally,I having been trying to force this for weeks." fili poopped out smirking,and soon after bilbo "and me"

"how??" kili and questioned,holding you in an embrace. "well we would accidently trip you into each other or get you both on nightwatch together ,or-" "okay we get it thank you very much "

"god damnit dildo gaggins and the jensen ackles ,john travolta love child."

a/n lets pretend i didnt pierce my mid ear with a safety pin at 14 or give myself an umbrella stick and poke at 14 because of tom holland dancing to umbrella. dont do it ,dont risk your life doing something stuipid like i did. yeah thats what this is based off.

[tomcrush]

WANT YOU BACK — TOM HOLLAND X READER (PART 2).

Warning: Angst, sad, memories/flashbacks, car accident, hospital, phone call, reader POV, part 2

I sight still waiting for you. I trusted that you arrived, at the end of the day it was you who arranged the meeting.

I don’t know in which moment it started raining, but the clothes I had on weren’t the one for that weather. I had a cotton long sleeve shirt which was dripping. I tried to cover myself with the sweatshirt cap, obviously failing. I looked at my shoes while kicking water trying to distract myself while at the same time I was trying to understand why you asked to meet.

A couple of minutes went by and then I saw you running towards me with a cardboard box which had already turned colours to a darker shade letting us both know that it wasn’t that strong to keep whatever you were carrying. You as well were soaking wet, and only then I realised a couple of things.

You were in front of me offering me the box and then it hit me and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the last time I’ll see your face. The wetness in my face suddenly felt different. Was it tears or just the fucking rain? I really didn’t know.

“I brought you your stuff”, you said but I didn’t answer.

I wish I could say something, but I knew that if I opened my mouth I wouldn’t say something that doesn’t sound insane, mainly because lately I don’t trust my brain.

“Tom, take them. Please, these are your stuff”, once again silence.

I was able to see how desperate you were for me to take that box. I also saw how hard it was for you too being there.

“Take them”, you ordered but I didn’t move I just kept on looking at you. “When I thought you could make it, I just realise you haven’t change” you said now angry but once again I didn’t move or say anything.

I stayed quiet mainly because the only thing that was running Truth my mind was “I still love you. And I know you know I’m never getting over you”, but I just could say that to you.

The only thing we could listen to was the raindrops crashing around us into the ground and the wind. I kept looking at you and you were doing the exact same thing. Looking back at me. Yet I could say the thought were completely different to mine in all the extensions of the words.

“You’re really going to stay quiet?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever, what you’re thinking, your opinions about this. I don’t know”, you said and I saw you were about to cry.

“I remember the freckles on your back and the way that I used to make you laugh”, I finally let go one of my thoughts making us both travel to that day standing by the pool of your house.

“Tom!”, you called me while I was finishing filli no our glasses with lemonade.

It was a really hot summer so we decided that our best chance to feel fresh was swimming and even taking advantage of the sun and try to tan.

“Are you alright, darling?”, I left both glasses in the ground while I sit right beside you on the deck chair.

“Be a good boyfriend and put some more tanning oil on my back”

“Oh! Mrs. Y/L/N. Are you trunk to seduce me?”, I said playfully making you laugh.

“Just do it”, you said while handing me the bottle, only then I actually paid attention to the multiple freckles you had on your back.

“Wait”, I said as I stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Just wait a second” I asked and a couple of seconds after I returned with a pen on my hand. “Did you know you had a lot of freckles on your back?”, I asked while taking back my place only then I started tracing on your back connecting your freckles with a continuous line while you were laughing because of the tracing.

“I was aware of some”

“Well, did you know you have something really similar to the. Urea Major?”, I asked when I finished tracing a group of freckles close to you right shoulder.

“No, Holland. I had no idea. Now… what about some tanning oil?”, you said laughing.

“I also think that you know that every time I wake up, I still reach for you. I also rmeber the roses on your shirt when you told me this would never work. You actually brought that memory to me recently. The las time we spoke on the phone”.

We were discussing about something that now was insignificant, something really stupid. It was too many pressure for both of us. From everything around us that day, I only cared about you on that black shirt with embroidered roses. I was only loooking at you, I didn’t need to see anything else.

You were running out of my house with me behind you trying to fix everything.

“I’m setting you free”, you ssinf even before I reached your hand.

You of course turned around but you stayed quiet you just stared. I also stayed quiet. I only stared at you. You made your decision. And even when I wasn’t comfortable with it, I respected what you chose.

“This is never gonna work out”, you finally said and left leaving me all alone in front of my house.

“You said you moved on”, you said and I realised a tear was about to fall across your face.

“I still dream about you. About us. No matter where I go o how many time you leave, I’m always gonna want you back. You know that even when I said that, and even when you’re trying to stay away from me, all I think about is where I went wrong”.

This time it was you turn to stay quiet. You only gave me the box and left. When you were about to turn around on the alley, I opened the box finding everything but the necklace. And that little detail made react, cause it meant it was still hope. Even you know there was hope, you didn’t have to speak to say it. You only kept the necklace hoping I noticed. Well, actually you did said something: “When I thought you could make it, I just realise you haven’t change”. I know understand… the last time I let you got, but not this time.

With the box on my hand, about to break, I ran behind you. When I saw you again, you were about to take a cab back home. You were discussing with the driver, perhaps because you were soaking wet.

“Please. I’ll pay double if it’s necessary”, you were crying.

“Sorry, kid…”

I took your arm and surprised you looked at me. The tears were way more visible that the raindrops on your face. It hurt me, because it was my fault, but I chose to avoid saying a thing. I pulled you close, softly before kissing you. You kissed me back.

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back”, I sight when we separated from the kiss.

[luci-cunt]

Hi @moonsandstarsaregay​ here’s just a list of perfect Geralt and Dandelion interactions in ONE (1) chapter [btw this is basically ep 2: the one with the Devil of Posada]

(this ended up being longer than I thought because they’re too iconic, I didn’t even make it through the whole chapter XDD maybe I’ll do a part two but I’m gonna get some food and let these dumbasses rest. 

But, spoiler: they’re literally so in love + feral/ insanely smart Jaskier is 100% canon)

[G+D leaving a pub where a bunch of people moaned about the galactic fuck-ton of monsters around them but then Geralt’s like, bye we’re leaving and Dandelion’s like ‘why?? monsters?? that’s your whole job??’]

"None of the creatures they mentioned exist.”

“You’re joking!” Dandelion spat a pip and threw the apple core at a patched mongrel [side note I have no idea what any of this sentince means]. “No, it’s impossible. I was watching them carefully, and I know people. They weren’t lying.”

“No,” the witcher agreed. “they weren’t lying, they firmly believed it all. Which doesn’t change the facts.”

The poet was silent for a while.

“None of those monsters... none? it can’t be. something of what they listed must be here. At least one! Admit it.”

“All right. I admit it. One does exist for sure.”

“Ha! What?”

“A bat.”

[You don’t even need context]

“...Eh, famous witcher? Haven’t you wondered why?”

“I have, famous poet. And I know why.”

[Riding on the road]

“Someone’s following us,” [Dandelion] said, excited. “In a cart!”

“Incredible,” scoffed the witcher without looking around. “In a cart? And I thought that the locals rode on bats.”

“Do you know what?” growled the troubadour. “The closer we get to the edge of the world, the sharper your wit. I dread to think what it will come too!”

[the afore mentioned cart catches up and suddenly the driver wants to talk, interrupting G+D bonding time]

“The gods be praised, noble sirs!”

“We, too,” replied Dandelion, familiar with the custom, “praise them.”

“If we want to,” murmured the witcher.

[and then later in the same scene]

“...I marked your expression and ‘twas nae strange to me. In a long time now I’ve nae heard such balderdash and lies.”

Dandelion laughed.

Geralt was looking at the peasant attentively, silently. 

[Still later the guy asks if they want to stop by his house cause they’re going the same way and Geralt’s like ‘hOw Do YoU kNoW wHeRe We’Er GoInG?’]

“As ‘cos ye have nae other way here, and yer horses’ noses be turned in that direction, not their butts.”

Dandelion laughed again. “What do you say to that, Geralt?”

“Nothing.”

[Dandelion talking about how gorgeous the land they’re traveling through is, Geralt teasing him like ‘oh so you know about agriculture?’ ‘Duh, poets know everything my dear fellow and agriculture is v important--’]

[Geralt] “you’ve exaggerated a bit with the [significance of agriculture in] entertainment and art.”

[Dandelion] “And booze, what’s that made of?”

“I get it.”

“Not very much, you don’t. Learn. Look at those purple flowers. They’re lupins.”

“They’s be vetch, to be true,” interrupted Nettly [the other carriage driver].

[Then Geralt zones out because now Nettly’s talking]

“The Valley of Flowers, that’s Dol Blathanna.” Dandelion nudged the witcher [...] “You paying attention?”

[They get to Nettly’s house and meet the village elder Dhun who want to hire Geralt]

The elder of the village nodded and cleared his throat. “Well, it be like this,” he said. “There be this field hereabouts–” 

Geralt kicked Dandelion–who was preparing to make a spiteful comment–under the table.

[Dhun’s explaining the situation more and then--]

“...stretches right up to the forest–”

“And what?” The poet couldn’t help himself. “What’s on that field there?”

“Well.” Dhun raised his head and scratched himself behind the ear. “Well, there be a deovel prowls there.”

“What?” snorted Dandelion. “A what?”

“I tell ye: a deovel.”

“What deovel?”

“What can he be? A deovel and that be it.”

“Devils don’t exist!”

“Don’t interrupt, Dandelion,” said Geralt in a calm voice. “And go on, honorable Dhun.” 

“I tell ye: it’s a deovel.”

“I heard you.” Geralt could be incredibly patient when he chose.

[Oh and, might I just add: this is Dandelion’s perspective–he’s the one pointing out how patient Geralt can be. I stg, TV!Geralt is quaking.

And, lmao, this whole scene feels like Dandelion was teasing Geralt for not wanting to deal with other company but now that there’s a job and Geralt’s attention is more on that he’s all pissy and that’s just hilarious]

[Dandelion goes on to interupt the story about 2 more times and Geralt tells him to be quiet both times and now he’s sulking]

Dandelion cackled again, then flicked a beer-drenched fly at a cat sleeping by the hearth. The cat opened one eye and glanced at the bard reproachfully. 

[Geralt takes the job even tho devils don’t exist, Dandelion is pissed, ‘why take the job if you know it doesn’t exist!?’]

“...I take it you haven’t abased yourself so as to get us bed board and lodging, have you?”

“Indeed,” Geralt grimaced. “It does look as if you know me a little, singer.”

“In that case, I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand?”

“There’s no such thing as devils!” yelled the poet, shaking the cat from sleep once and for all. “No such thing! To the devil with it, devils don’t exist!”

“True.” Geralt smiled. “But, Dandelion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn’t exist.”

[alkjdf;klasdfjkdsafl LITERALLY k;aldsjflsd WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS???]

[They finally manage to hunt down the devil and feral bard is 100% canon]

“Uk! Uk!” Barked the monster, stamping his hooves. “What do you want here? Leave or I’ll ram you down. Uk! Uk!”

“Has anyone ever kicked your arse, little goat?” Dandelion couldn’t stop himself. 

“Uk! Uk! Beeeee!” Bleated the goathorn in agreement, or denial, or simply bleating for the sake of it. 

“Shut up, Dandelion,” growled the witcher. “Not a word.”

“Blebleblebeeeeee!” The creature gurgled furiously, his lips parting wide to expose yellow horse-like teeth. “Uk! Uk! Bleubeeeeubleuuuubleeee!”

“Most certainly”–nodded Dandelion–“you can take the barrel-organ and bell when you go home–”

[this goes on for a while. btw yes, those are the noises the book describes the ‘devil’ making aksdjf;alk]

[then they have to run away because Geralt didn’t bring his sword and they get back to the house--]

“Well, well, Geralt.” Dandelion held a horseshoe he’d cooled in a bucket to his forehead. [you really can’t make this stuff up he’s such a disaster] “that’s not what I expected. A horned freak with a goatee like a shaggy billy goat, and he chased you away like some upstart. And I got it in the head. Look at that bump!”

“That’s the sixth time you’ve shown it to me. And it’s no more interesting than it was the first time.” 

“How charming. And I thought I’d be safe with you!”

[Then Nettly and Dhun give Geralt some old book that’s supposed to tell you how to deal with every monster ever]

He lay the book down on the table and turned its heavy wooden cover. “Take a loook at this, Dandelion.”

“the first Runes,” the bard worked out, peering over his shoulder, the horseshoe still pressed to his forehead. “The writing used before the modern alphabet. Still based on elfin runes and dwarves’ ideograms. A funny sentice construction, but that’s how they spoke then [...like a whole page of Dandelion being brilliant..]”

[^^^ that book is also unreadable but there’s a really old lady who has it almost completely memorized so Geralt flips through it to prove it and lands on this page--]

The etching showed a disheveled monstrosity with enormous eyes and even larger teeth, riding a horse. In its right hand, the monstrous being wielded a substantial sword, in its left, a bag of money. 

“A witchman,” mumbled the woman. “Called by some a witcher. To summon him is most dangerous , albeit one must; for when against the monster and vermin there be no aid, the witchman can contrive. But be careful one must be–”

“Enough,” muttered Geralt. “Enough, Grandma. Thank you.”

“No, no,” protested Dandelion with a malicious smile. “how does it go on? What a greatly interesting book! Go on, Granny, go on.”

“eee... But careful one must be to touch not the witchman, for thus the mange can one acquire. And lasses do from him hide away, for lustful the witchman is above all measure–”

“Quite correct, spot on,” laughed the poet.

[This moment--]

[Geralt] “...This time ‘tis grateful I’d be to heareth more, for too learn the ways and meanes ye did use to deal with him most curious am I.”

“Careful, Geralt,” chuckled Dandelion. “You’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s an infectious mannerism.”

[And just over a page later--]

[Dandelion] “...ye furnished him with ammunition for two years, the fools ye be!”

“careful.” The witcher smiled. “You’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s infectious.” 

[reachforthebrightstars]

This is my very first story for a special lady.

This story is based on a mixture of real life experiences and fantasy. Hope u guys enjoy, any improvements, let me know.

Our “innocent” first date

Her name was the first thing that attracted me to her; Zaxelia.... such a unique name.

Not expecting much, I dm-ed her. She actually replied! Joy! We starting chatting with each other. We chatted about everything, work, family, friends, problem troubling us, dreams. Things seems to be progressing very well for the 2 of us.

One day, i finally took up the courage to ask her out for a date...... and she agreeded!!! Just nice the next day was both our off days. So we decided to meet up the next day.

I reached the meeting point slightly earlier. So i texted her.

Kris: Hey Zaxelia, i juz reached the station. Will be waiting for you at exit B left side as promised :)

Ding! I immediately got a reply.

Zaxelia: heehee. I reaching soon too! Look out for a girl in a little black dress and white sandals.

As soon as i finished reading and lifted my head, there she was walking towards me, in her little black dress and white sandals, with the brightest smile i have ever seen. She looks so lovely and cute. As she walks towards me, her hips slightly sways left and right, and her front jiggled with every step that she took.

Kris(in my mind): omg. She is such a goddess! I want her so badly. *smacks myself* stop being such a horny pervert!

It was quite awkward as this is the first time meeting each other, but as we slowly warm up to each other, we just got more and more comfortable with each other. We just shopped around, ate lunch, walked around aimlessly. Just enjoying the time with each other.

I even managed to hold her hands for awhile when i needed to steer her away from getting bumped by some strangers. But we both let go after that and i can see her blushing.

We walked past a shoe shop and Zaxelia wanted to see some shoes. I followed behind her, and saw her bending over to pick up a pair of heels and she accidentally flashed me her butt cheeks....

Kris(in my mind): omg, how did i juz saw Zaxelia’s buttcheek! Is she not wearing panties? Cannot be right? She must be wearing a thong/g-string ba? Omg. My Zaxelia is not only so cute and lovely, but she is also so daring and sexy. I want her even more.

Zaxelia: Oi Kris, got hear what i say anot? Think this heels looks good on me ma?

Kris: haha. Paiseh paiseh. Yup!!! I was just thinking the heels look good on you anot la. Thats why never reply you.

Then i faster turn away from her, becuase i realised that i am having a hardon and my pants is like bludging right now. Told her i suddenly need to use the toilet and ran away to cool down first.

Took me awhile to cooldown in the toilet. When i came out there she was standing there looking all so beautiful.

Zaxelia: what took you soooooo long!!! How can you make a girl wait so long for you!!!! What u doing? Masterbating ah?!?

Kris: no lah!! Nonsense la u.!?!?

I faster walk off to hide my blushing face. After we carried on shopping and walking around. We were having so much fun that in a blink of an eye, it was already way past midnight and i had to walk her home already....

Zaxelia: there is a park near my house. Do you want to go there for awhile before we end the day?

Kris: sure!! Of course!! I want to spend as much time with you as possible!

Zaxelia suddenly blushed as she lead me to the park. We chose a nice cooling spot and seat down on the bench.

The breeze was blowing against us as we sat side by side and chatted about the day and stuffs.

Kris(in my mind): oh.. Zaxelia smells so good even though after she has been out whole day. How i wish i can just hug her and hold her tight and take in all her scent.

Zaxelia: oi, what u daydreaming about again? Whole day u have been spacing out lo. What u thinking ah? Having notti thoughts is it?

Suddenly Zaxelia bent over to me and whispered in my ear.

Zaxelia: guess what color panty am i wearing now :)

Kris: huh?!?!? What u suddenly asking?

Zaxelia: i know that whole day u have been sneaking peeks at me and i even saw your pants bludging lo. Dont lie le. Heheee.

Zaxelia shifted and sit right beside me. Her skin accidentally brushed against mine and the sensation was so seductive. I want to hold her tightly so badly.

Kris: okok. Cannot be helped la. Who asked u to be so pretty. Then your little black dress is sooo seductive. So i cant resist to stare at you more lo. Let me guess... red? Orange?yellow? Green? Blue? White? Black?

Zaxelia: heehee... nopw nopw nopw nopw. All wrong!

Zaxelia suddenly stood in front of me. She glanced around to make sure nobody is around and lifted her skirt!

Zaxelia: Tada!!! I am not wearing anything *suddenly blushing* i even purposely shaved it clean for you.

My mind went blank immediately. My goddess is front of me, with her pussy infront of my face. It is clean shaven and i can even see some pink around her folds. Her pussy loooks so smooth and soft....

You......... are....... so...... beautiful........Was all i could mumbled out at the moment.

I couldnt hold it anymore. I pulled Zaxelia towards me and sat her on my lap. I hugged her tight and planted my lips deep onto hers. Zaxelia did not run away. Instead she begin to kiss me back. We started with small kisses, small pecks. I kissed her on the lips, then her left cheeks, then down to her neck. I kisses 1 round around her neck, then up back her right cheek and finally back on to her lips.

When i kisses her lips again, Zaxelia slided her tougue into me. We started frenching. The taste of Zaxelia is turning me on too much. I place my hands on her silky smooth thighs and slide up hand up towards her pussy. When my fingers finally touched her pussy, Zaxelia gave a soft moan. I parted her folds and rubbed my fingers along her clit. I took her heavenly juices and rub it around her pussy. I took out my dripping fingers and showed Zaxelia.

Kris: wah... juz kissing only and u so wet already. How sia?

Zaxelia whole face suddenly blushed into a deep red. It is soo cute see her like this.

Zaxelia: please dont tease me liao. I cannot take it already. I want you inside me already...

My Goddess has already given me the permission. What am i still waiting for?!? I looked around and saw a small dark corner that is surrounder by a wall and thick bushes.

I pulled Zaxelia over to the corner, bent her over and lifted up her skirt.

Kris: Zaxelia, your pussy is already dripping from your juices already. I dont need to lubricate it any further. I am going to enter u now......

Zaxelia: eh....

I placed my dick on her clit and i slowly started to push it in. My dick just slides in so easily. There was no resistance and i easily went all the way in.

Zaxelia: AH............

Zaxelia gave the sexiest moan i have ever heard when my dick fully penetrated her. I pulled out abit and used my dickhead to rub her clit. Stroking her clit with my dickhead made her moan even more. I positioned my dick again and slowly slide back in again.....

Zaxelia: mmmmmm...... nice........

I held onto her hips and started to slowly increase the tempo.. thrusting her faster and harder. You can hear Zaxelia getting wetter and wetter. Making more and more sloppy sounds even time i drive fully into her.

Zaxelia: ah.... ah..... ah..... ...... .... ah..... ...... ah..... ......

Zaxelia was trying her best to muffled her moans. But she couldnt due to the intense pounding i am giving her. Hearing her moans got me even more aroused. I started to pound her harder and deeper. She couldnt stop her moans anymore.

Zaxelia: ah! ah! ah! ah! Dont stop. Faster. Harder. Harder. I’m cumming. I cumming. Faster. Harder.

I could feel her pussy sucking me in, squeezing me harder and harder. Whether is it becuase of the thrill of fucking in public or getting to fuck my goddess on our first date or just becuase i was aroused whole day, i was close to cumming as well.

Zaxelia: harder.. harder.. ah..ah...harder..ah.....ah...ah... dont pull out. Just cum inside me. I am safe today. Just cum inside me. Ah... ahh... ahh.....

I couldnt hold it in anymore. Since Zaxelia also wanted it, i just exploded deep inside her. When my cum exploded against the walls of her vagina, Zaxelia gave out an uncontrolled loud scream.

Zaxelia: AHHHH!!! OH MY GOD!!! I can feel your cum filling me up. Your warm cum feels sooo good inside me.

I slowly pump my dick inside Zaxelia. Giving her as much of my cum as possible. After squeezing out whatever cum i have, i slowly pulled out my dick with a loud “Pop”

Kris: heehee.. your pussy doesnt seems to want to let my dick come out wor.

Zaxelia: ya lo. Your dick feels soo good inside me. Fits my pussy perfectly lo. I never felt so sextisfied before.

Kris: it was great for me too! i love you Zaxelia, please be mine forever.

Zaxelia planted a deep kiss on my lips and she blushed while nodding her head.

Zaxelia: en... i want to be with you too.

With those words, I hugged Zaxelia tightly. Taking in the scent of her hair, enjoying the warmth of her body.

Kris: come, lets clean you up and send u home le. Its late le. You still need to go work tomorrow.

Zaxelia: no. Dont. Just leave your cum inside me. I like the feeling of having your cum inside me.

Kris: ok my love. Lets just send you home with my cum inside u. Just make sure dont let it drip out ok :)

And i gave Zaxelia a light spank on her bouncy butts for being such a notti girl. For being my very own notti girl.

And thats how our first day ended.

To be continued..... :)

[atariince]

What do you think would have happened if Fingolfin had arrived un Hithlum and found his brother still living?

Hi and thank you for your very interesting question! I assume it is for the mun, but if it was for the muse, feel free to ask again – in any case here are the mun’s long considerations on that subject (enjoy), based on what we know of the characters, the situation, and of course on my headcanons.

[Usual disclaimer: Blahblah those assumptions are based on my reading of the texts, my interpretation and my headcanons  - therefore it’s totally okay to disagree (and I’d love to have your opinion), just don’t be a dick about it blahblah]

So what do we know? What does the published Silmarillion tell us about Fingolfin at that point?

First of all, at the end of chapter 9  “The flight of the Noldor”, we learn about Fingolfin’s (legitimate) “bitterness”, but also that the main motive behind his decision to cross the Helcaraxë is precisely this bitterness against Fëanor:

“Then Fingolfin seeing that Fëanor had left him to perish in Araman or return in shame to Valinor was filled with bitterness; but he desired now as ever before to come by some way to Middle-earth and meet Fëanor again.”

Now the question would be : Why? What exactly does he have to say to Fëanor? What would he do to him? Fight a duel? Kill him in cold blood? Yell at him? Or does Fingolfin just want to prove his half-brother that he and his people would not surrender so easily? That he and his people are stronger, nobler and much more resistant than Fëanor might have thought? (when you think of the pride of the Noldorin princes that would make real sense, tbh). 

And yet. 

What is the first thing Fingolfin did when he set foot upon Middle-earth?

He marched on fucking Angband.

When you come to think about it, it is quite surprising, right? He crossed the Ice to meet Fëanor, but although he doesn’t know yet that Fëanor’s dead (unless he met some Sindar before he reached Mithrim – aaaaaaaaand I’ll come back to that bit later), he first decides to knock on Morgoth’s gates. I did find it surprising for quite a long time. But, now I think I’ve come to understand it; Let’s return to this dear Noldorin pride, shall we? Fingolfin and his people have just accomplished a deed unprecedented in terms of resistance, survival, strength and determination. They’re to be admired. And Fingolfin must know it. How could he not acknowledge their own courage, how could he not be proud of their accomplishment?

And how do you think he would feel about the idea of showing up in front of Fëanor crowned not only with that exceptional accomplishment in the Helcaraxë… but also with the Silmarils?

Doesn’t it sound like a good way to avenge himself and his people?

It does make sense if he actually wanted to prove Fëanor that “Loook, I’m so much worthier than you’ll ever be. You might have left us to die, but in the end we found a way, and we didn’t only survive,  we also kicked Morgoth’s ass and recovered your stones. Suck my entire cock. bitch.” Well maybe he wouldn’t say it like this, but you see what I mean. Honestly, that’s just one of the ways to analyse his motives, and do you know what makes me think that’s part of his initial plan? This:

“Fingolfin unfurled his blue and silver banners and blew his horns (…) and the Elves smote upon the gates of Angband, and the challenge of their trumpets shook the towers of Thangorodrim.”

Obviously, it’s not like they try to pass quietly through the lands. Obviously they’re not betting on a surprise attack; Fingolfin and his people want to be heard, they want to be seen and acknowledged, they’re showing up as fuck and I do believe that they don’t simply want to challenge and impress Morgoth; the challenge and the impressive display is also a warning (?) for the Fëanorians. (Did it work? Spoilers: Pretty much.)

But Fingolfin eventually withdraws and goes to Mithrim because “he had heard tidings that there he should find the sons of Fëanor”… 

[in “The Grey Annals“ (The War of Jewels) Fingolfin learns about Fëanor’s death when he meets his sons in Mithrim. Nevermind.]

So, according to the Silm, when he marched on Angband he already knew Fëanor was dead. maybe that’s why he didn’t instantly try to find his nephews, and walked to Angband instead. Maybe not. Maybe the information about Fëanor’s demise increased his bitterness because:

1. His half brother died. I mean yes he thinks Fëanor’s a dick but STILL.

2. Morgoth’s troops must be freaking powerful if they managed to kill Fëanor - “Must see!”

3. “Who the fuck am I going to yell at if Fëanor is dead?”

So instead of drowning into his bitterness, he attacks. Not the Fëanorians, but Melkor. Best way to express your rightful anger, right? And of course, it’s also a strategic move: he needs to see by himself and test the defence of Angband.

In any case, he was prepared to deal with the sons of Fëanor since According to the Silmarillion, he didn’t learn about Fëanor’s death the moment he met Maglor, but long before. And that point doesn’t invalidate what I said: Since “Fingolfin held the sons the accomplices of their father”, they can also suck his entire cock. And it would still have been AWESOMe to show up with the Silmarils in one hand and Morgoth’s head in the other. YES. Even if Fëanor isn’t here to see it. It’s not as fun but it’s still fun. bitch. 

Aaaaand since he judged the sons “the accomplices of their father” I’m pretty sure he dealt with them more or less like he would have dealt with Fëanor. Therefore, with Fëanor alive, the situation at this point would have been pretty much the same ON FINGOLFIN’S SIDE, and probably his followers; “no love was there in the hearts of those that followed Fingolfin for the House of Fëanor”-> Fëanor, the sons, their people… I believe the presence of Fëanor in Mithrim wouldn’t have changed much of their reaction at this point.

But Fëanor’s reaction to his half-brother showing up would have probably led to a very interesting and tragic situation… which I can but try to imagine. 

Obviously, when Fingolfin marched forth against Angband with his trumpets and banners, the Fëanorians must have been quite impressed, completely dumbfounded and relatively horrified. That was something they had never expected. I’m certain Fëanor wouldn’t have been less impressed. And quite honestly, I also think he would have been very much admiring. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Fëanor would have reconsidered his judgement and came up with much more respect for Fingolfin and his people (“maybe he’s not that useless after all.”) (I’m exaggerating, yes. But you get it.)

On the other hand, the presence of Fëanor in Mithrim wouldn’t have helped alleviate the tensions between the hosts. We know that “many of Fëanor’s people indeed repented of the burning at Losgar and were filled with amazement at the valour that had brought the friends whom they had abandoned over the Ice of the North”. Would they openly repent with Fëanor around? I’m not so sure. Moreover, “they would have welcomed them [Fingolfin’s people], but they dared not, for shame”. With Fëanor alive, it is not only shame which would have hindered them. As for Fëanor himself, if he repented (which he probably did, somehow. Maybe.), shame and pride and fear of treachery and his claim of the crown would have mingled into something pretty ugly and I’m fairly certain that he wouldn’t have even accepted to withdraw to the other side of the lake. Which would have obviously increased the tensions. Because remember: it’s not only about Fëanor and Fingolfin, but also about their respective followers… which were, well, numerous. And angry. And bitter.

Now, if you ask me: would Fingolfin have killed Fëanor? Attacked his people? I think not. Because if that was his plan he would have attacked the Fëanorians no matter what. And he would have done it with Fëanor dead. But he didn’t. He gave them a chance to repent and to make things better. 

But I believe that if Fëanor had been alive, the situation would have eventually escalated into an actual strife, if not war, but only after a moment, an accumulation of tensions. Little by little. Fingolfin would have done the exact same things, yes, but I doubt Fëanor would have had his sons’ reactions as they are depicted in the canon. Not only because Fëanor is Fëanor, but also because of the emotional state of the Fëanorians: in the canon, at this point, the Fëanorians are not only outnumbered, they’re also mourning. Their father is dead. Their brother, if he’s not dead, is being tortured. They’re not in a psychological position to challenge Fingolfin’s host. But with Fëanor alive (and Maedhros still with them), this very situation would have been different precisely because they would have felt stronger. More hopeful, somehow.

Now we must also keep in mind the intradiegetic bias ; Fingolfin is a revered king and most often he’s portrayed as the “good guy” in comparison to Fëanor who is the son of Finwë always associated with wrath. Therefore, the elven chroniclers would not portray Fingolfin as wrathful, if only for a question of relevant narratives rules (one character = one main personality trait -> I oversimplify the thing, but you see my point, right?). What I’m trying to say is that Fingolfin will always be portrayed as noble. We ought to see him as wise, and even when dealing with the worst (i.e.  the face to face combat with Morgoth) he must not be depicted like his wrathful half-brother (check the difference of treatment between the last fight of Fëanor and that of Fingolfin and you’ll see my point). And when you have that in mind, you can question most of the elements I’ve expressed so far.

Yup. That’s what unreliable narrations do. I love them.

Actually I do believe that there might have been some use of euphemisms in the depiction of the situation in the Quenta Silmarillion as we know it, and you just have to look at some older drafts to detect some hints; In The Grey Annals, it is not a peril of “strife” between the princes, but of ”war”, a semantic difference which is relevant, if you want my opinion… In the pre-LOTR Quenta Silmarillion, not only “there was little love between those that followed Fingolfin and the house ofFëanor”, but here again “their hearts were filled with bitterness”. The same bitterness that led Fingolfin through the Helcaraxë precisely to find Fëanor…? Maybe. And you know bitterness is a double-edged motive, right?

Besides, if the main reason Fingolfin crossed the Grinding Ice was to find Fëanor, you can be sure that the feud around the lake doesn’t only rely on bitterness. There must be anger, dismay, wrath and a little wish for revenge. And honestly, if it took the rescue of Maedhros +  the surrender of the crown by the Fëanorians (that is a complete humiliation) + the gift of their best horses to assuage the feud, then the latter must have been driven by something much heavier, much more dreadful than bitterness. It is not simply a political disagreement, they left them to FUCKING DIE. So thank you for the noble portrait of Fingolfin, but the guy must have felt much more revengeful than the narrator wants us to believe (and honestly, Fingolfin is probably one of the most interesting character to look at through the perspective of narrative bias).

But those are pure assumptions and I wouldn’t base my arguments on that… I just believe it is important to keep it mind. 

Another element that is essential (and that will be my last point), is that this episode exists from the very first draft of the Silmarillion (see the “Earliest Silmarillion” in The Shaping of Middle-earth, in which the main difference is that Fingolfin doesn’t march on Angrand after his arrival and goes directly to meet the House of Fëanor). This early existence implies that Fëanor’s death is crucial for the unfolding of the story, and it is crucial for it to happen at this point of the timeline – and when you come to think about it, it makes sense ; if Fëanor doesn’t die, Maedhros would have hardly been taken by Morgoth, so no rescue by Fingon, which is by essence, the tool that healed the feud between the two Noldorin hosts. Without Fingon’s rescue of Maedhros, you can be pretty sure the “peril of strife between the hosts” would have ended in an actual strife, with or without Fëanor - but with Fëanor, Maedhros would haven’t been captured, sooooooo…. No rescue, no peace. QED 

After all, don’t forget that “Morgoth arose from thought, and seeing the division of his foes he laughed” and the old pre-LOTR Quenta Silmarillion reminds us that “they achieved nothing” while the feud lasted, although Melkor was hesitating and thus was vulnerable… can you imagine the rest of the story if the Noldor couldn’t have put their bitterness and resentment aside to cooperate?  

Basically:

Fëanor survives -> no ambush -> no capture of Maedhros -> no rescue -> no healing of the feud -> no cooperation between the Noldorin princes -> no agreement as to who would be the king -> more tensions (war?) -> victory of Morgoth through the Noldors’ own incapacity to work together…

[aseahorsesinsight]

6/4/2020

As before, I have decided not to message this person again, though if this letter comes out right maybe I will DM it to them. 

I read your post. I understand your frustration. So let me explain my frustration. 

In times like now, people have several options including: speak out on police brutality, stay silent, post videos of good cops, etc. I deleted my last Facebook because I started too many “conversations’ trying to defend my humanity with white people. So understand why I don’t look for conversation. It is exhausting having to defend your humanity. It’s dehumanizing. It sucks everything out of you. You research and you type, diligently explaining your point and sending resources so they can understand. And they meet you with #alllivesmatter and one anecdotal story that they think disproves your entire point. So you research and type again, pleading with them to see your humanity...it never comes. 

I’m done. I’m done begging for (white) people to see my humanity.

In your original post you chose to say a few passive words about what happened to George Floyd was wrong, but the main message of the post was about how good cops matter. That your husband was a good first responder, that you cherish his life and service, and you hate see people call for the injury/death of first responders because of George Floyd. You hoped that in putting a face to people’s hatred you can change their mind and see that there are good cops, and good firefighters, and good medics, and good first responders out there. The issue I have with this statement you think you boldly posted, is that you never address the actual issue directly. 

You did not directly address that George Floyd was murdered. He was murdered because of the possibility that paid with a counterfeit bill. He was murdered while other “good cops” watched and let it happen. It took DAYS of protests to get the cop charged with murder, a murder that happened on FILM. It took an additional WEEK to charge the other men that were complicit in his murder. With your post, you rushed to defend your EMS husband and the violence against first responders, but didn’t talk about the original loss of life that started all of this. You reached to say all lives matter, but you barely gave your respects to George Floyd. If you truly believed that all lives matter, you should be the FIRST to agree that Black lives matter. If your truly agreed that all lives matter, you would be able to see the injustice the Black community faces and would use your platform to explicitly denounce it. 

Do you realize that if the cop that murdered George Floyd was immediately removed from duty without pay and had charges brought against him, we would be no where near the current situation? Do you know that if the police force immediately suspended the 3 additional cops that allowed George to be murdered, and brought charges against them, we would not have the destruction we have now? If other police units, when the news of Floyd broke, immediately released statements condemning the officer’s behavior and BACKED-UP that statement with immediately firing and bringing charges against  future officers who kill unarmed civilians, we would not be in this position. Police have arrested THOUSNADS of civilians in order to protect 4 corrupt cops. If we look at additional Black lives matter protests, TENS OF THOUSANDS of protestors have been arrested in order to protect cops that think murder is an okay course of action against people. And while Black lives matter chooses to highlight Black lives lost at the hands of police, bringing charges against cops who kill unarmed civilians would reduce ALL lives killed by cops, not just Black ones. So yes, Black lives matter focuses on Black lives but through this movement, all civilian lives benefit. 

The movement behind George Floyd was never just to arrest the 4 officers. The bigger issue has always been about ending police violence. I’ve known about this movement for about 6 or so years and the underlying message has always been “we must value Black lives by holding their murderers accountable”. This has mainly focused on police brutality since they are paid to protect and serve the community, but it extends to others as well. Why is it that Dylan Roof can murder 9 people in cold blood and he is arrested alive and treated to Burger King, but I am at risk of being shot because I want to buy a BB gun at Wal-mart? Why did the police wait 3 months to charge the men who murdered Ahmed Arbery, but I risk be shot on site for holding a cellphone in my back yard. White men shoot up schools and are labeled mentally ill (even given compassion) but there was no compassion for Tamir Rice who was shot within 2 seconds of the police arriving just because he was holding a toy gun. Breonna Taylor was shot while in her own home by police, yet those officers are not only still working BUT FILED CHARGES AGAINST HER PARTNER who fired once at the officers. If you walk into someone’s house in the dead of night, wearing regular clothes, and don’t identify yourselves as police officers, how the fuck are we to know you are officers? How can we blame them for protecting their home and loved ones? Isn’t this why the NRA promotes owning guns; to protect yourself, your family, and your property? Why are they so silent? And to make matters worse, that search never should have happened; THE SUSPECT THEY WERE LOOOKING FOR WAS ALREADY IN CUSTODY. Their negligence killed someone yet they face no repercussions. 

But you expect me to “have a conversation” about this when you have not used  your eyes and read these stories for yourself. You expect me to meet you halfway on an issue that is literally about not murdering people. You expect me to have compassion for you and your husband, yet you haven’t shown an ounce for black lives. Being Black is not a choice. Your husband chose his career path because he was called to it. The reward (serving his community) outweighed the risk. However, if at any point he felt unsafe, or that his life was in jeopardy at his job, he had the option to leave. He could choose to hang up the uniform and pick a career path that still served his community but in a safer fashion. I, in no way, have that option. There is NOTHING I can do to make my life safer. Beonna Taylor wasn’t a criminal, in fact she was a public servant saving lives during the Pandemic -- and she was shot in her own home. Tamir Rice was a child playing in a park. Johnathan Ferrell was involved in a car accident and was shot as he approached the officer for help. Ahmed Arbery was jogging. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. took to non-violent action to help the Black community and was assassinated. My skin color is viewed as a threat and the only way to fix that is to fight for justice. So forgive me if I lack empathy and compassion for first responders at a time like now. Maybe if they were held responsible for their actions, we wouldn’t be in the mess we’re in today. 

When I first read your post, I chose only to point out the racism behind all lives matter instead of posting why your post was truly problematic. But you want a discussion so let’s continue to pick it apart. Not only do you use the slogan All lives matter, you use a variation of “I’m colorblind/I don’t see color”, which is another racist microaggression against communities of color. Intentional or unintentional, “I don’t see color” means that you do not see me. I am Black. I will always be Black and Black will always be a part of my identity. And it is not bad to acknowledge that I am Black; acknowledging color does not make one racist. But when you seek to “remove color” you can conveniently overlook and dismiss the issues communities of color face because of their skin color. In the face of racism, you say “well I don’t see color so all your problems must be from something else”. The goal is NOT to be colorblind, but to recognize each race and work harder to remove and unlearn your innate biases to make all lives better.  The goal is to understand that you have learned biases because you live in a racist society, but to make the conscious effort to not let them impact your decision making and judgement. 

You also mention that you would “fight for me, my mom, and my sister” which is also problematic. Not that we don’t want you fighting for us, but your lack of interest in fighting for the whole Black community shows that you have separated my family from the rest of the Black Community. You view is as “good Blacks” and “different from other Black people”. If you cannot fight for the whole Black community, then you do not flight for me. 

You want a conversation yet refuse to admit your own racial biases as growing up White. That doesn’t mean you are a KKK member, flying the confederate flag and mounting photos of lynchings on your wall. It just means that you grew up in a system built for you to the detriment of Black people. If you want a conversation, you also have to meet me halfway, but based on your comment I can see you are not ready to confront that; I see that because when I commented the meaning behind all lives matter, you got defensive. I already gave you the opportunity for conversation when I made my comment. You just as easily could have said “you know, I knew the implications of all lives matter but still wanted it to mean something good for me. I had the best intentions using the phrase all lives matter but I understand your point. My intentions do not negate the phrase’s meaning, and that using it alienates the POC I am close to”. Instead, you got defensive and used your voice to project your shame. You felt my attack was me personally calling you a racist. I never called you a racist; I wanted to let you know that you were using a racist phrase. But a hit dog will holler, so you lashed out with hurt and anger because you thought someone called you racist. You were more mad at the possibility of being called racist instead of the fact that you used a racist phrase. Do you see how that is a problem?

I will have compassion for first responders when I start seeing tangible action. When videos of police beating protestors, tear gassing children, destroying medical supplies, and plowing cars through crowds cease. When the police show up in riot gear, I want them to remove the gear, place their weapons down, and march with us. I want them to refuse to uphold the unjust curfews. I want them to stop viewing the protestors as criminals. Your original post called for everyone to have compassion for and respect first responders, yet their actions show why they do not receive it. During the protests, they had every opportunity to show compassion. They could have let the protesters march peacefully on and worked to defuse and violent situations. Instead we see them line up 10 minutes before curfew starts, waiting for the opportunity to beat people. We are so quick to highlight “good cops” yet very few are condemning the actions of their fellow brothers and sisters. This is why people say “All cops are bastards”. They have corrupted their purpose of serving and protecting, and no amount of “good cops” can fix this. We must dismantle the system and start again. 

Notice how I never mentioned the rioting up until now. Because talking about the rioting is a deflection to paint Black people and those who join the protests as lawless and criminals. Most everyone knows that taking advantage of the unrest is selfish and that they should be removed from the area. But you know what’s worse - 400 years oppression. This is not because of a single injustice, but centuries. 

In this letter, I’ve said so much yet I don’t know if I’ve said enough. This is a complex issue with many facets, so if you read this and are still angry at my comment, I suggest you do more research. Research, and read, and watch documentaries, and talk to other POC from the theater community I once called home. Thousands of people are posting resources to help people understand the issues. You can’t claim to be an ally, without first understanding the problem. 

As I said in the beginning, I am not looking for conversation. With this letter, you can either accept it or not. You can choose to respond or not. You can choose to look at your innate biases or not. But I am done. With this letter, I am -- yet again -- begging for a white person to view and accept my humanity. I am reliving my traumas, researching, pouring my heart into my words, with the likelihood you will type back “I understand your point, but...”. I do not hate you... but I no longer trust you. I gave you a chance of reflection and you chose another path. Well I am choosing my path too. I am choosing justice. I am choosing to fight in the hope that black girls and boys NEVER have to beg a white person so see their humanity ever again. 

[jeekyl]

Nate Heywood or the asshole through time and space

I just rewatch some avalance moment on youtube, s5 is not on netflix yet and i’m outside of the US, sue me, and i am too tired to loook for it anywhere else.

Nate, juste. Nate. In s5 - which will be on netflix on the 15 april, i think, and how to say this polity ? Nate annoy me. Even since the first time he  make me roll my eyes to the point that i have an headache. It’s not much that he want to be a legends or anything like that, it’s just his character. Like he barely care about anything that isn’t for himself. It’s obvious with Amaya, he knows she have a destiny and it could change many things but does he care ? no. Does he try to do the right things ? no. Amaya did, but give up because “ i lost my totem but maybe it’s fine this way, i won’t have any destiny to fulfilled”. For someone who track history and noticed change he barely care about it after he “ save “ the legends. 

For me he wanted to be a legend, to be noticed throughout history, the rest he doesn’t care about it.  

I like him in some way, he is like a comic relief, but he is less a comic relief than a cringe comic. He is funny but in a “ What the fuck” way.

the things that annoy me the most is that he is like the frat boy of the show, he wreck the cargo bay just because, which lead to Ray to being force to destroy his suit, made Amaya to doubt her legacy, made Kuasa mad, because yeah Kuasa is a bitch, but don’t tell me she didn’t try to makes things better, she thought about her history, what she had to go through, her entire family, because she is aware. Nate is aware and he is like meh “ timeship”, and in the end Amaya is the same. Until it cames to her totem, until she realize how bad things can turn, until she get what Kuasa was trying to say. Things could get worst, he could change history and not for the best.

On mission it’s clear the Nate won’t give two thought about screwing the mission because “ have you seen yourself on these boots ? “ 

The worst or the nails on the coffin on my likes on Nate is “ i can’t stay on the ship because Charlie looks like Amaya” and then 2 episode later cry about Zari. Man,; no; just.. no. You almost screwed up history for Amaya, but don’t give two fuck about it because now you love Zari ? come on.

And in the crossover, god, he keep making comments like he is a child. Like “ Oliver is dead ? meh he shouldn’t have done the crossover “. Like dude, shut your ass. when it comes to the crossover he is like “ you didn’t invited us - me - i’m mad. Stein died in a crossover okay i get it, but dude, have some respect for other since you’ve been through it already. Just shut it maybe, no ?

Nate isn’t a bad character, he can be cute, and help a lot.But damn some, if not many of his comment/behavior are out of the line. I like him, but he make it hard to genuinely root for him. He can’t seems out of his mind, alwayd being a contradiction. Ray does it too, but it comes from doing what is right and what is fair. 

Does saving Nora is fair ? not, she have a demon what would wreck time and bring humanity to it’s knee, but is it good ? yes, because she is still humain . 

Does killing Dark is fair for Sara ? no, but yeah, for her since he killed her sister, is it good ? no, because beside personal reason doing what is right is allowing people to have a second chance.

there’s many reason to oppose the two. There’s a difference between doing what is right and doing what is good. 

Maybe i’m wrong on this but Nate is like a child in a universe that overwhelm him. like a being in the story you love so much in your childhood. 

Bottom line is, i like Nate but he is a character with more problem than any other character, and it unbalance everything for me. 

Sara is hard, cold and rutless but understanding if it comes to a good reason, Ray is kind but ruthless when needs to be, Mick is.. Mick ? No but Mick is unstoppable but can be the guys that hold the fire, in every sens of the term. Leonard was cold but with a warm heart, Stein is meticulous unless push to be emotional, Jax is emotional unless he have to be meticulous. Amaya is free like the wind but ground, every character have balance, either they learned it on the waverider or they already were . Nate is logical but illogical, right and wrong, he is like the historical google of the WR, he knows things because he read it. Basically a cheap Gideon.

Will i ever like him ? no. Not after s4, will i hate him ? no, i can’t hate a character that irked me the moment he decided that he will stay on the ship because he say so. 

I’m sorry, but Nate along with other character need to go.

[vanilluhbeaux]

missing you insane

vanilluhbeaux (distinque)

Summary:

In the end, she went to Italy.

Notes:

companion piece of to 'loser'

In the end, she went to Italy. The girl with the bright doe eyes and brown hair packed all of her things and moved to across the world to work in a lab she had never seen before. She realized that there truly were bigger things at hand, and the man she played with had told her not to stress him, so she didn’t. After a moments thought while he was away, Haru Miura left Japan without so much as a goodbye. After all, he did it every time he accepted a mission. She felt that if he could be carefree—to up and leave—so could she. There was nothing holding her in Japan besides memories, and those weren’t worth the damn she gave. The only other thing was him, though he was never here long enough to have any significant weight. So she finally gained some sense and followed his advice—don’t stress me, go ahead and go to Italy.

When giving that advice, Hibari never factored in how much he’d miss her. He was only home once, maybe twice a week, and fewer times was spent at the Vongola headquarters where she spent most of her time. Every so often, he’d find himself in her bed, embracing her with a desperation that he thought he abandoned a long time ago. Even so, he found himself slinking out of her bed, her house, her life, with the same desperation he possessed the night before. To see her, awake and alert and expecting him to disappear was something he decided he never wanted to see—the large, mouse-like eyes would provoke something in him that he’d rather stay suppressed.

The day she first told him she should leave, he had no idea what to do. He found her sitting on the counter, legs crossed at the ankles and eyes large and round, piercing him with a doe’s steady gaze. She sipped her coffee black, without needing any sugar or cream to help her keep it down, and told him that their little flings were a game to her, a game she hated that she was losing. There was something in her eyes, a carnivorous spark that almost intimidated him, but he told her to do what she wanted—to go to Italy. He knew she would, the opportunity was amazing and she loved to travel, and he figured that if he was ever there, they could play their game until the round ran out of time.

Since then, he’s described his life in three parts—Pre-Haru, Post-Haru and the in between. He’s only used these terms in the safety and privacy of his own mind, but he used them nonetheless. The doe-eyed girl left more of an impression on him than he thought possible, and he acknowledged her for it.

•

The next time he seen her, she was different. She cut her hair and dyed it black, probably to blend in better. Being in their line of work was dangerous, and now that she was alone, she was practically begging for something to happen to her. Changing her appearance was probably a part of the deal.

It didn’t suit her. She was never the kind of girl that blended into her surroundings, and standing in a sea of people with blunt bob haircuts and pretty, red lipstick-stained lips that looked just like hers, she was almost overtaken. That was kind of the point, Hibari figured, but that still didn’t ease the nausea in his stomach from seeing so many people who looked like her. It wasn’t until they locked eyes that the feeling subsided, and disappeared completely when those plump red lips spread into a wide, tooth bearing grin. She bent her head down and fished a cigarette out of her pocket and held it between her teeth as she walked towards him, he boots clicking as she neared. Hibari did nothing to catch up to her, standing still in the hotel lobby as people came and went around him.

Haru almost walked past him, doe eyes looking ahead and focused, the cigarette still perched in her teeth. Standing a hair’s breath behind him, she stopped and dug her hands in her pocket, fiddling and fumbling with a lighter. Dropping it between slick fingers, Hibari turned around and scooped it up, getting his first glimpse of her up close in eleven months.

Those brown eyes that he used to stare at seemed older now, farther off. They were doe-y and large, but possessed a strange edge, a ferocity that he hasn’t seen before. “You can keep it, honey. I’ve got another in my car,” she said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth for a moment. She tossed him a wink before leaving, and then sashayed away, leaving him empty and confused. Watching her leave, he noticed that she was carrying a small, black luggage behind her. The wheels were old but the case shined, as if she spent hours cleaning it.

He looked down at the lighter and saw an address etched into the silver case. It was more than likely intentional, though incredibly reckless; Haru was never one for safety, anyway.

•

The address led to an apartment complex in the diamond district by the coast—where politicians of both of legal government and the seedy underground spent thousands of dollars for everyone to keep quiet. The building itself was modern and sleek, the outside having white siding and the inside covered in bright, white tiles that Hibari seen his reflection in.

He followed the lighter until he found her door, a cute placemat with ducks situated outside of it. He thought to knock, but twisted the doorknob without doing so—remembering he always had a key to her townhouse in Japan so this should be no different. The door opened easily, and he found Haru sitting on the couch, her back turned away from the door and towards a wall entirely made of glass. The same white tiles flowed into her apartment until they met with the white carpet in the living room, contrasting vividly with her teal and black furniture.

Taking off his shoes and stepping inside, he broke the silence, “Leaving your door unlocked is stupid. I could’ve killed you by now.”

This earned a laugh from Haru, and she turned around and faced him. Standing up on the couch, she smiled as she revealed that she was clutching her own weapon, a small, pink gun wrapped around her fingers. Aiming it playfully, she said, “You’d have to get me before I got you.” Earning a confused look, she held her hands up and dropped the weapon, wandering towards him. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she mused, looking around, “it’s like a dream, Kyoya.”

He flinched at the use of his name. She noticed this, but didn’t say anything, watching him carefully. He didn’t give way to his emotions anytime when he was around her—though sometimes she pretended that he loved her when he was inside her—and seeing him as wary as he was made her a little nervous. Gently, she reached out and brushed his face with the side of her hand, and he caught it, quick and rough. “You left,” he said.

Her brown eyes lit up for a moment, but then cooled themselves down. "You told me to," she bit back, her voice small but bitter. She attempted to snatch her hand back but found herself powerless against him. They stood there for a moment, both too wrapped up in each other's proximity to do anything other than stare. In that moment, Haru thought she was back in Japan, getting ready to spend another night pretending they were something more than barely friends. It would've been a good night, where they spent most of wrapped up in each other rather than inside of each other, exploring each other's minds after exploring their bodies.

Hibari broke first, letting go of her hand and cupping her face, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her like he hasn't kissed her in years, though it had only been six months. He wasn't surprised that he was met with equal passion—Haru had always been a passionate girl outside of the bedroom, and she simply exploded inside of it—her arms wrapping around his neck tight enough to choke him. In a break from their usual routine, he found himself with his back against the door, overpowered by the small woman with dark hair. It was different, foreign and weird, but then again, he was in a completely foreign country with a woman who loooked weirder than he imagined.

•

He awoke to sunlight bleeding into his eyes through closed eyelids coming from a window he didn't know existed. He distinctly remembered Haru having black curtains to prevent herself from being awakened like this, something about it being "very intrusive and rude". He's also surprised to wake up alone, the owner of the bed not in her usual place beside him, with her head resting on his chest. She was missing from her spot—and it made it easier to leave—but that defeated half of the purpose of this trip. Hibari missed Haru, and she took it upon herself to be missed again.

Karma had a weird way of fucking with him, he supposed, collecting his thoughts and motioning to get out of bed.

He strolled into the kitchen and found her there, her head in her hands, short black hair falling forward, covering her face like a mask. He heard sniffling, and a few hiccups coming from her place on the countertop, and he made no move to go towards her, staying silent in his place. He'd caught her crying once before her confession—when her father was murdered. Hibari distinctly remembered Haru blaming herself—he was the friendliest math teacher in the world with a mafia-related daughter. Of course, his life was nothing if it meant it could rattle the black market engineer. Back then, she shed a few tears upon hearing the news, and then pulled her composure back together. His murderers were found dead less than two weeks later, and the woman never walked around without her gun on her hip again. Later, when it was just the two of them in her small townhouse, she cried again, wailing and screaming into his chest for what seemed to be an eternity.

This was more like the former, tears streaming down her face and the occasional sniffle. A warning rain before the hurricane.

"I lost everything moving here," she said, her voice raspy, barely above a whisper. "Fucking everything, Kyoya." She looked up at his, her eyes red and wide, bloodshot.

"You didn—"

"Shut the fuck up and let me speak." There was a definitive silence that overtook the room, her red eyes bleeding through him with everything they had inside of her. She seethed, the anger leaking from inside her like a pot, filled to the brim with water and set to boil. "I thought I didn't have anything to lose if I left—I'd end our fucking game and it'd be over. But you're so fuckin' sadistic, you just had to bring that shit back."

"I fucking miss you, Miura," he said, confused.

"And I miss my fucking dad!" she just about screeched, clenching her fist. "But you don't see me going to his grave and giving him a reason to come back!"

"You expect me to act like you're dead?" Hibari just about yelled. "Do you know how stupid that sounds?"

"You didn't want me when I was alive!" Silence swoooped in and stole his tongue out of his mouth. Haru sat on the counter, angry and burning with an unmatched desire to scream, her body heaving with her breaths. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, before widening slightly. In a last fit of anger, Haru tossed her gun at him, the pink pistol sailing through the air before hitting a wall behind him. It missed him—wasn't even close—but they both knew that she was not aiming for him. She was angry, yes, but it was very rare for her to attack someone out of anger. She saved fights for people that she hated—and no matter how badly she wanted to, she was still a slave to the love game she found herself playing months before. Quietly, she confessed, "I had to have an abortion before I came out here."

The silence that came after was deadly. Haru sat on her counter, full of rage and spiteful, staring at him with the same intensity a deer had when it held an incoming car. It held a phsyical weight, and that weight put pressure on Hibari, breaking his shoulders and spine, crushing him into nothingness.

"Fucking say something," she quipped, her voice holding more exhaustion than anger.

"You," was all he could get out before he ran out of words. She looked ready to cry again, still and shaken, like a leaf in winter, knowing doom is imminent. "You didn't say anything?"

"You couldn't even stay a full night with me—"

"I didn't have time—"

"And you have time for a baby?" The response hit him like a stack of bricks, hard and without restraint. "Because I didn't. I have time now, but I have a target on my back and there's so much fucking money on my head I have half a mind to kill myself and collect it." He chuckled, in spite of himself. It was a dry giggle of a chuckle, but a chuckle all the same, and he found himself amused despite the series of events that led to where he is currently. He wad surprised to find her laughing too, a small smile forming on her face without her permission. She shook her head softly, her hair falling back in front of her face. "You told me to leave," she said, her brown eyes narrowing at him. "I only did what you told me to do, Kyoya. I'm working in a big fuckin' lab doing science shit with Verde instead of Tsuna's basement, not stressing you 'cause I have much bigger things to do, and none of it makes me happy. I cheated myself, once again. I knew I would, because that was eventually and you are everyone."

At this point, Hibari was fuming. His fingers clenched themselves into fist and he stood still, afraid if he moved he might lose everything that he came all this way for. "You still think that this is some game, Haru?"  There was an iciness to his tone, a lost sounding voice coming from inside him. "I made a mistake in letting you walk away—I made a mistake walking away from you as may times as I did."

"You knew what you were doing! I told you everything and you still wanted me to run away rather than play house with you." She looked on the counter and threw the nearest object she could find—a yellow coffee cup—at him, narrowly missing his head. Again, she wasn't trying to hit him, though she wouldn't mind if the cup grazed him. "Well, I'll be damned if I play house by myself—especially  when there's such a bad world outside of the fucking playroom."

"You don't have to be in that world—"

"It's too late for that, Kyoya," she said, wryly. "As soon as I step out that door, I'm as good as dead. Every meeting I go to, every luncheon I attend, every fucking business date I go on to sell my fucking work, I can lose my life." She looked at him up and down before continuing, "And if anyone thought it'd bother me, you'd already be dead. I didn't and don't want to lose my baby because of the way I pay my bills, Kyoya."

"We can do this," he said, confidently. Without hesitation, he walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, his steely grey eyes melting into her brown ones. "I'm not letting you walk away from me again."

And just like that, he managed to convince her to put another piece on the board.

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TL;DR: remember when we thought the forced wedding in 2016 was THE WORST it could possibly get? ahahahaha NO. kudos to harneet for topping that!

his obsession with her ghoongat is both perplexing and hilarious.

so... surbhi had a scene where she bites nakuul, and still SHE'S the one who ended up with bruises??????? HOW? it's so much easier to fucking control your hands and the pressure they exert than with your mouth? I AM CONFUSION *tapping the screen* AMERICA EXBLAINNNNNN

what is this chachi's damage? no really, is there any kinda backstory to this hatred she has for anika ya bas ainvayi????

GAURI I SWEAR TO GOD JUST SLAP HER SHE DESERVES IT

RUN ANIKA FUCKING RUNNNNNNNNNNNNN

ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. [psycho violin screech.mp3]

ok he's scaring me with how still and unblinking he is. he really is.

YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES OK THIS IS THE MOSTTTTTT SHIVAAY HAS SCARED ME AFTER THE ORIGINAL FORCED WEDDING

he has gauri's number on speed dial? jijuuuuuu moves faaaaast. 

"satyanaaaaaash. pehle toh badi gayab thi, ab toh choti bhi bhaag gayi."

lmaoooo this chachi is so OTT.

dang my chest realllllly hurts for anika. it really really hurts. 

oh no. trigger word. “priyanka”.

he's lost it. he's beyond alllllllllll reason now.

lmao that was a short af rikshaw ride. kuch toh transition shots dikhaate.

GOD ANIKA JUST LET HIM TELL HER. LIKE... YOU CAN AT LEAST EXPLAIN TO HER. YOU CAN MAKE YOUR WAY BACK FROM THIS WITH HER. IT'S NOT FUCKING WORTH MARRYING THIS CRAZYASS FUCKER FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

... is gauri blind/deaf? can she not see/hear literally the only two human beings within a 3 mile radius STRUGGLING AND YELLING AT EACH OTHER?

yeah he's compleeeeeeeeeeetely off his rocker.

no literally, shivaay and anika are straight up looking at her, he's even yelling her name, and gauri can't see/hear them??????

TUM DONO KE IS BAKCHODI MEIN MERI GAURI KA HEART FAIL HO RAHA HAI CAN ONE OF YOU FUCKING PICK UP THE PHONE AND TELL HER THAT HER SISTER IS ALIVE AND WELL

OK NOT WELL. BUT ALIVE.

ok i really realllllllllly REALLLLLLY hate this garbage. what the everloving fuck???? could they possible degrade the female character more?

THIS FUCKING PANDIT. HE SHOULD BE JAILED.

... she heard the mandir ki ghanti ring ONCE, and she knows it's a shaadi??????????? like.... ?????? what kinda ESP (extra sanskaari powers) do tellywood heroines these days have??????

UM GAURI, MOVE FASTER. PLS.

yeah if the groom has THIS look on his face, like he's on bath salts; maybe reschedule your shaadi.

GAURI WTFFFFFFFFFFF JUST GO LOOOK OMGGGGGGGGGGG

hero apna on bath salts + cocaine + x, toh heroine apni is on weed.

FUCKING DO NOT PLAY MANGALAM BHAGWAN VISHNU. DO NOT. PLEASE. I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER IT FROM THE ORIGINAL WEDDING IN 2016. + RUMYA'S WEDDING. I'VE HEARD THAT ONE LINE REPEATED SO MUCH I NEVER WANNA HEAR IT AGAIN.

omfggggg the way he's YANKING at her.

AND THIS PANDIT HAS NOOOOOOOOOOOO ISSUES? NONEEEEEEEE WHATSOEVER. HE DESERVES TO BE STABBED IN THE FACE AS MUCH AS SHIVAAY DOES.

dude pls blink. you're scaring me. you really are. 

..... THIS IS... LIKE ... HE'S LITERALLY DOING THIS WITH AN UNCONSCIOUS PERSON. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN?????

gauri you beautiful idiot. i can't even with you rn.

SEEMS LIKE THE TRIVEDI SISTERS WERE GIVEN STUPIDITY GENES IN SPAAAAADES IN THIS UNIVERSE.

THE PANDIT IS SMILING. HE'S SMILING. TELL ME WHY I SHOULD NOT GET INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND MURDER HIM.

... so the mandir just has a supply of mangalsutras for situations like these? cool. cool cool cool cool cool cool.

YAAAAAAAS GAURI RAISING HELL IN OBEROI MANSION. FUCKING BURN IT DOWN MY LITTLE BIRD.

lmao gauri's like FUCK MY CRUSH ON THIS DUDE AND THE EYE SEX WE HAD THAT DAY, IMMA FUCKING YELL IN HIS FACE RE: HIS BROTHER AND RICH PEOPLE FUCKERY.

whoaaaaaaaaaaaa buddy boy. yeah you're hot and all, but it's waaaaaaaay too early for you to get all “nice guy” handsy with her like this. keep your ameeron waale paws to yourself.

ohohohoh he scored her digits tho. smooth, omkara! smooooooooth.

UGH NO GO BACK TO OM AND GAURI; THESE TWO MAKE MY STOMACH HURT FROM SAD AND ANGRY 

um fuck that's the tightest fucking mangalsutra ever? is he trying to strangle her to death with it?

YEAH DON'T TRY TO ROMANTICIZE THIS SHIT BY HAVING HIM SLOW DOWN AND GENTLE HIS MOVEMENTS AT THE SINDOOR AND LOOK AT HER ALL DEEP RN. YOU'VE MADE HIM A FUCKING BRUTE ALL THIS WHILE, KEEP THAT VICIOUS CONSISTENCY GOING. BLOODY BEECH MEIN PANDERING TO THE FUCKING FANGIRLS ALSO.

oh yeah totally the faces of two people in a healthy sampannn vivaah. 

oh she's waking up from her catatonic state. yiiiiiikes.

the varmalas are the FIRST part of the wedding, you dumbass pandit. they have LITERALLY no meaning if allllllll these rituals are over. they literally just put this part in to have HER do something and him to reject it. it's bogus and bullshit.

OMFG THIS FUCKING PANDIT. BADE AAYE “ZYAADA HAI!” TOH YEH ZABARDASTI KI MANHOOS SHAADI KYA PUNYA KE LIYE KARWAAYA TUNEY???????? FUCKING FUCK OUTTA HERE BEFORE I....

more sign language that... man idk wtf you're trying to... just use your speaking words.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ANIKA YOU IDIOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OF A WOMAN OH GOD WHY THE FUCKKKKKKKK WOULD YOU WANNA GO WITH HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM GOD HELP ME I CANNOT GET OVER HOW FUCKING DUMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB SHE ISSSSSSSSSSS

OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK, THAT'S WHY HE PAID THE PANDIT SO MUCH. SHIVAAY YOU FUCKING....

please don't tell me this dumb bitch is gonna use bhagwaan as sakshi and gawaah.

oh no the pandit's still there.

girl i can't believe you're putting your faith in this fucking pandit who fucking conducted this wedding while you were clearly not consenting and were half-dead through all the ceremony.

pandit you motherfucking coward tujhe toh gauri gundi dekh legi. AND I WILL JOIN HER IN BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF YOU YOU SPINELESS TURD!!!!!

OMFG SHE DID THE BHAGWAAN AS GAWAAH THING. JFC I REALLY CANNNOTTTTTTTTTT WITH THIS ANIKA.

literally my face at her bs too. lol good luck PROVING that, you stupid twit.

OMFG MOVED ON FROM BHAGWAAN TO AGNI AS SAKSHI. THIS GIRL IS...

yeah this episode is gonna get lottttttttttttttttt of trp aunty approval. definitelyyyyy.

ARDHANGINI. JANAM JANAM KA SAATH. OMFGGGGGG I CAN'T EVENNNNNN.

anika please stop talking lord above this is painful.

OH FUCK HE'S GONNA BREAK IT. HE'S GONNA BREAK IT???????/

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK HE BROKEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT MOTHERFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

... SHE'S GONNA PICK UP THOSE FUCKING BEADS? ARE YOU... ARE YOU FUCKING....

THIS IS LITERALLY ME RN. #BIGFUCKINGMOOD

IT'S OFFICIAL: NO FUCKING TELLYWOOD HEROINE I'VE EVER WATCHED HAS BEEN THIS LVL OF DHEENT AND DUMBASS EVER. THIS IS THE WORST DEPTHS I’VE EVER SEEN A FEMALE LEAD SINK TO I THINK.

lmaoooooooooo now she's giving him vaasta of his fucking dil. yeah coz this man here seems like a real big dilwaala. HIS CHHEDH WAALA DIL WILL BE JUST FINE, DON'T YOU WORRY SIS. HE’S GONNA GO HOME AFTER THIS AND SLEEP THE BEST SLEEP OF HIS DAMN LIFE. 

no literally anika, what did you think this was? like did you really think you'd go back home with him and be like lalalala happy happy with him?????

god shivaay you... you.... YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE MURDERED YOU TOO WHEN SHE MURDERED YOUR DAD YOU DIRTY SON OF A

... how and WHY would she be known as a rakhail though? I STILLLLLLLL DON'T GET IT. she'll say she's married to you, you'll say she isn't. WHERE DOES THE RAKHAIL BIT COME IN HERE???????? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.

oh thank god omkara is taking things up there and yelling at shivaay. thank god they retained that aspect of his.

meanwhile here this idiot chick is just spouting off her mouth about being married to shivaay. goddddddddddddddddd WHY? JUST... WHY??????