#i never paid any mind to getting older but i don't know thinking about being 30 soon is hitting me hard as fuck

[galatially]

y'all i'm 29 in two weeks 🥹🥹🥹

[girlgenius1111]

hallmarks of sisterhood

putellas!reader. r mediates a fight between her sisters. they don't realize they're tearing her apart in the process. at least, not until they ruin an important night for her. can they make it up to her? fluff & angst.

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Being significantly younger than your sisters, you were the true baby of the family, and were treated as such. You were already a pretty sensitive person, and the overprotective tendencies of the entire family only increased this. You were quite different from both your sisters. Alba was an extrovert, always talking, always laughing, never thinking too hard about anything. Alexia was quieter in public, but always loud at home in an attempt to match Alba’s energy. The competitive gene only seemed to skip you, and you hated conflict. Any type of it. You didn’t like yelling, you didn’t like arguments, and you couldn’t stand when people were mad at you. 

It made sense then, that you’d always been the mitigator between your sisters. They were always fighting growing up, and it took a very small you to break up the fights that the teenage versions of them would get into, often shoving your small body in between theirs and singing a song so loudly they had no choice but to stop arguing. If the singing didn’t work, then you’d cry, and that always worked. 

As you got older, your role changed slightly. You were still the mitigator, but more because you were logical and smart and both of them could normally trust you to be objective. You didn’t really enjoy it, but you hated it more when they weren’t speaking to each other, so you did what you could to resolve their fights easily. 

All of this considered, you were not surprised to catch yourself in an argument between them yet again. This one wasn’t super similar to the others, though, in that it was much more emotionally charged. Both Alexia and Alba seemed angrier at each other than normal, and you didn’t know why. Still, you tried to fix it, as best you could. 

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“I cannot believe you, Alba.” Alexia sighed, shaking her head at her other sister. 

“Don’t try to guilt trip me, Ale, this isn’t my fault. I told you before there was a chance I’d have to go to this conference.” Alba shot back.

“You don’t have to go, you are choosing to go. So you can hook up with that coworker you're seeing.” 

Alba flushed red with anger. 

“Let’s calm down, guys,” you began, shifting uncomfortably in your seat in the corner of the sectional. Neither girl paid you any mind. 

“I am going for work, Alexia, I wouldn’t sleep with anyone at a work conference.”

“Oh, yes of course, you’re so above that. You are notorious for not hooking up with people in inappropriate situations Alba, how could I forget. It was only 4 of my teammates you slept with? And how many of my other friends?” 

“You are such a-”

“Stop.” You cut in. “Alexia, that was mean. Alba, she’s just disappointed because she was looking forward to spending time with everyone.” You cut in, trying to cool the rising temperature of the room. 

“No, I am disappointed because we made a commitment to do this for Mami and now she’s backing out. Like always.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Alba scoffed. 

“The last trip to Ibiza. Mother’s day last year. My 25th birthday,” Alexia began to list, counting the events off on her fingers rather condescending. 

“Guys, please calm down.” You attempted. 

“Will you ever get over me missing your 25th birthday? Or are you going to have it engraved on your tombstone? ‘My sister missed my birthday once and I never shut up about it.’” Alba yelled, getting to her feet and walking closer to where Alexia was sitting at the kitchen counter. 

When Alexia rose to meet her, you stood nervously, too, moving a bit closer. “Why don’t we all stay seated?” You tried. 

Both of them continued to ignore you, as if you weren’t even there. “That is not the point, Alba.” 

“No, Ale, the point is that only your career is important. Everyone has to drop everything for football, but what I do doesn’t matter, and I have to bend over backwards to make things work with your insane schedule. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Alexia.”

“Oh my god, Alba. You are such a bitch.” Alexia sighed, rolling her eyes in a way she knew would make the younger girl furious.  

“You are the bitch, Alexia. A selfish, bossy, mean bitch,” Alba yelled, crossing her arms and taking a step closer to the older girl. 

“Alba, I swear to god,” Alexia threw back, the volume of her voice making you flinch. You stepped in between them, forcing them to both back up a bit. 

“Please stop shouting.” You pleaded, looking between them. Both of them turned to you, annoyed.

“Go somewhere else if it’s bothering you, pequeña! Adults argue. Grow up.” Alexia yelled, sending a glare your way. You stopped back, blinking away tears, looking incredibly hurt. Alexia sighed. “Sorry, nena, I didn’t mean-” 

It was too late, though, you were pushing past her towards the door of her house. “No, whatever. I���ll go. Solve your argument by yourselves for once.” You snapped. 

“Nice job, Ale, you made the el bebe cry.” Alba said mockingly. 

“Shut your mouth, Alba. Pequeña, come back,” Alexia called, but the door was already slamming shut behind you. 

You wiped at your eyes furiously, getting into your car. You’d always hated how sensitive you were, how anyone raising their voice at you made you cry. You couldn’t argue, couldn’t disagree without dissolving into tears. Normally, angry tears. You’d always been like this, and your sisters often made fun of it, but were aware of the fact that you hated yelling, and tried to avoid doing so. Even when they were fighting with each other. Today got too out of control, though, both of them taking this specific issue very seriously. 

They’d have to figure it out themselves, this time. You were done with this. They knew how you felt about conflict, and yet they always put you in the middle. It was exhausting and hurtful being caught in between them. They were adults, they could solve this argument. 

You and Eli didn’t live far from Alexia, and you reached home before you were really ready to. You needed to erase all evidence of your tears from your face before heading inside, because Eli could not know about this. You and your sisters did not tell on each other, for one thing. For another, there was a possibility the trip in question could be rescheduled and you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

You checked your face in the mirror, took a deep breath, denied Alexia’s phone call, and headed inside, prepared to pretend that nothing was wrong. 

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You got past your mother with very few questions asked, as she was distracted reading over Alexia’s new Nike contracts. Your sister still had Eli read all her contracts, a habit you and Alba teased her about often. 

Eli did come knocking, though, only a few hours later, while you were in your room getting some homework done. “Nena?” She called from the hallway, not hearing a response to her knock. 

Still, you didn’t say anything, so she pushed the door open, only to find you asleep at your desk, your head resting on a pile of photographs, your computer opened up to photoshop. A black and white photo of your sister at training was pulled up, and Eli quickly averted her eyes, knowing very well she wasn’t supposed to see this particular assignment until you were done.

“Mija,” Eli said, covering her eyes as she heard you stir. “Go to bed, it’s late, and you are exhausted.” 

“Do not look, Mami!” You cried, sitting up completely and quickly flipping everything over and shutting your computer. 

“I’m not!” Eli replied, laughing at how secretive you were about these photos. 

“Okay, everything is away.” You said, standing to give your mother a hug before getting into bed. She squeezed you tight, as she always did, kissing your cheek before letting go. 

“Goodnight,” she said, giving you a kind smile. 

“Goodnight mami,” you replied, knowing she was smiling because she knew you were about to get back on your computer as soon as she left the room. 

“Oh, do you know why your sister’s are fighting? I texted the groupchat with them, and they both replied to me separately.” Eli asked with an eye roll, quite used to your sisters’ antics. 

“Something dumb, probably.” You said with an unconvincing laugh. Your mother gave you a weird look, like she didn't believe you, but didn’t push it. 

As soon as she was out of the room, you were, in fact, back on your computer, finishing up the final touches on a photo of Alexia. You were really too excited to be preoccupied with your sisters at the moment. You were in school studying photography, and after a recent exhibition at your school, a gallery in Barcelona had reached out and asked you to shoot a series for them to display. They’d given you full creative control, which was an insane amount of trust to put into a 20 year old, and you were determined not to mess it up. 

If that meant staying up late making sure every photo was perfect in the next couple days, so be it. You were proud of this work, and that wasn’t really a common feeling for you. You’d grown up in the shadow of your two sisters. Alexia was the best female footballer in the world, and Alba was… Alba. Everyone loved her. Nothing you ever did seemed to really make anyone pay attention, except for your Mami. Eli had always been careful to celebrate your and Alba’s accomplishments, like she celebrated Alexia’s, even if they weren’t of the same magnitude. Your sisters were a bit better than the rest of your family and friends, paying attention to what you did, but it always felt a bit like your mother was making them do so. 

This was your chance to do something impressive of your own. Something that everyone could understand, everyone could be impressed by. It was an opportunity you were not about to waste. You didn’t realize the potential that other people had, though, to ruin it for you. 

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The next few days were busy. When you weren’t working on your photos, making sure they were perfectly edited and printed properly, you were worrying about what people would think about them. Or you were trying to pick the perfect outfit for Saturday evening, the opening of the gallery. There wasn’t a ton of time for you to respond to Alexia’s repetitive apologies, or to Alba’s pleading for you to be on her side. It was annoying, really, that during such an important and stressful week, they couldn’t leave you out of their argument. 

You finally had enough on Friday, pulling up the groupchat with both of them in it, and sending a rather harsh message. It wasn’t like you to be harsh and snap at them, and you were hoping they would get the message that they’d upset you, and you wanted to be left out of this. 

If one of you texts me one more time about this idiotic fight, I am going to tell Mami that it was you two who dented her car, not the neighbor backing into it. I am so tired of being pulled into the middle of this. Both of you apologize to each other for being mean, and get over it. 

You hoped that would be the end of it. When your phone buzzed a few minutes later, though, you knew that had been a naive hope. 

Alexia had responded first. 

It should not be hard to pick a side when I am right, nena.

Alba responded after that. 

You always let Alexia get away with things you’d yell at me about. You can both apologize to me when you are ready.

You weren’t really sure how Alba had decided that you’d sided with Alexia, but you certainly were not going to be apologizing to her anytime soon. You left them both on read, figuring they’d make up before the gallery opening tomorrow night.

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You were up pretty much the entire night before the gallery. This time, not because anything needed to get done, but because you were nervous. You were thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. By the time morning rolled around, you slept for maybe a couple hours, and created a decisive list of every bad thing that could happen today. 

You actually hadn’t thought of everything, but you wouldn’t know that until later. 

You’d passed out just as the sun had started to rise, and Eli came in to wake you up only a few hours later. 

“Nena, despierta,” she said softly, setting down a mug of coffee on your nightstand and shaking your shoulder. 

You bolted upright in bed, and looked around frantically, startling your mother. “Am I late?!” You gasped, moving to get out of your bed as fast as possible. 

“No, no, you aren’t late. It is only 11. Relax, mija, everything is okay.” Eli soothed, gently pushing you back down onto the bed. 

You let out a relieved sigh, rubbing at your face with your hands. “Sorry.” 

“Did you sleep at all?” Eli asked with a disapproving look. 

“Not much. I tried, I swear, I just couldn’t turn my brain off.” 

Your mother patted your cheek reassuringly. “You’re almost done, nena. It’s all going to go perfectly.” 

You nodded, trying to believe her words. You just had this weird, nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. There wasn’t time to focus  on this feeling, though, no matter how much you wanted to. There was simply too much to be done. Accepting the hug your mother offered, you got up, ready to prepare yourself for the long day ahead.

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You didn’t really think anything of it when you didn’t see either of your sisters right away. You were busy greeting other people, family and friends. Some of Alexia’s teammates had made it, and you spent some time taking in the awestruck expression on Mapi’s face when she saw the singular photo of her included. 

That was the best part of the whole thing, you decided. Getting to see everyone’s reactions to seeing themselves up on the wall. 

The theme was people you loved, in their happy place. The project was joyful and fun, radiating happiness. Looking at the photos made you smile, and you were glad to see that everyone seemed to have the same reaction as they took their time looking at each image. 

You had Mapi giggling at something Ingrid had said, a candid taken after a Barça game. Ingrid was smiling back at her, like making her girlfriend laugh was the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life. 

You had your Mami, sitting in the stands of one of Alexia’s games, looking on with pride all over her face. You had her pinching Alba’s cheek, a fond smile on her face as your sister said something that was, no doubt, ridiculous. 

You had your aunts and your uncles around the dinner table, all laughing hysterically. 

You had your friends at the beach, all lounging and staring out into the ocean, looking peaceful. 

You had your best friend sitting in the driver's seat of her car, singing along passionately to her favorite song. 

More than anyone else, though, you had your sisters. 

Alexia preparing to take a penalty, determined. Celebrating with her teammates after a goal. Cheekily blowing a kiss to Olga in the stands. Smiling proudly at Vicki after an impressive goal. Proudly wearing the captain’s armband in front of a completely sold out stadium. Leaned against Olga on the couch after a movie night, out cold. She was completely peaceful, with Olga looking down at her adoringly. 

You had Alba at the school where she taught. Candids of her face, when one of her students got the answer right, or made her laugh. With her dog, holding him up at the aquarium, eye level with one of the dolphins. You had her watching Alexia play, too, a grin on her face that you were sure she was unaware of. Your favorite of Alba was a photo you’d taken in your Mami’s kitchen, while she’d been baking. Alba was sneaking a taste of the cake batter, and you’d captured her mid-wink, giving the camera a smile while Eli’s back was turned to her. 

They hadn’t seen any of these photos; you’d almost gone crazy not showing them, and not giving in to them when they begged to see.

 You’d finally managed to break away from a crowd of your friends, having a moment to yourself, when you realized that you still hadn’t seen your sisters yet. Ale’s teammates were here. Some of Alba’s friends were here. The whole family was here. You checked your watch, a frown on your face, seeing that they were both already over a half hour late, which was unlike both of them. It was only when you saw Olga looking up at one of the photos she was pictured in, all by herself, that you really got a sinking feeling in your stomach. She was talking to Irene when you walked over and interrupted, gently pulling Olga away from the conversation. 

“Where is Ale? Is she coming late?” You asked, confused by the sad look on Olga’s face. 

“No, nena, I’m sorry. She didn’t want to see Alba, so she decided not to come. I tried to convince her to, but she didn’t listen.” Olga said delicately. You looked like you’d been hit across the face, honestly, and Olga wanted nothing more than to march home and drag Alexia over here, but she knew better to try to convince the blonde to do something she had decided she wouldn’t. “She said she texted you?” 

You pulled your phone out, taking a deep breath when you saw almost identical texts from both of your sisters. 

Can’t make it tonight. I’ll come see it another time. Good luck! 

Sorry, hermanita, I can’t come tonight. Love you.

You had been so excited for them to see their pictures. There was a little note up on the wall, too, a statement thanking everyone for coming. In it, you mentioned being excited to allow your sisters to finally see the photos, as they’d been begging to for a while now. And they hadn’t come. 

A wave of embarrassment washed over you, your cheeks flushing red. You were angry, too, but you blinked your tears back, looking up at Olga and trying to look more put together than you felt. 

“No Alba either.” You said, your voice cracking slightly. 

“Oh, nena, I am so sorry.” Olga whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. It was too soft, and too comforting. You pulled away rapidly, shaking your head. 

“It’s fine. I don’t care.” You said, cutting the brunette off before she could say anything else. “I have to go talk to someone, thank you for coming, Olga.” 

You rushed away from your sister’s girlfriend, focusing on taking deep breaths. You couldn’t be sad, not right now. So many people had come here to celebrate you and your work, and you weren’t going to ruin it. You could be upset later. It was almost excruciating, pretending that you weren’t upset that your sisters hadn't come, but you managed it. You kept up a pretty good façade for the rest of the evening, even when you saw Olga speaking in hushed voices to Irene and Mapi, even when everyone kept asking where Ale and Alba were. You held it together. Because you, unlike them, could pretend that nothing was wrong for the sake of others. 

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Your mother knew you better than anyone. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic. Everything had gone so well. Your photos had been a hit, the owners of the gallery had been thrilled. She realized neither of her other daughters had shown up, but she assumed they had talked that through with you. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with you, but when you declined going out with some of your friends as the night came to an end, Eli knew something wasn’t right. 

She had every intention of letting you come to her, but you weren’t talking. As everyone began to file out of the gallery, saying their final goodbyes, Eli overheard you tell your friends you were going to go home because you were tired. You didn't say a single word to her aside from telling her that you’d see her at home, before you practically fled the building, heading for your car. She didn’t couldn’t imagine what was wrong, never expecting her daughters to have done what they did. Eli didn’t even think of them being a possible reason as to why you were upset. Mapi pulled her aside, though, before she could go after you, an infuriated look on her face. 

“Do you know what your daughters have done?” She asked quietly. 

Eli frowned. “No. What have they done?” 

Mapi shook her head. “They both bailed on tonight over text to pequeña. They are in some stupid fight that they’ve put her in the middle of, and they didn’t want to see each other, so they didn’t come.” 

Suddenly, Eli was quite furious at her eldest daughters. There would be hell to pay, she’d make sure of it. How could they be so selfish, and ruin your night like this? You’d been almost beside yourself for weeks about this night, and she knew the people you wanted to impress most were your sisters. And they hadn’t come. Before she yelled at them, though, she needed to go home to you, because she was very sure that you weren’t okay. Your odd behavior made sense, now, and Eli’s heart ached at the thought of you driving all by yourself while you were so upset. 

“I will deal with them.” Eli said quietly. “Thank you for telling me, María, and for coming. It meant a lot to her.” 

Mapi smiled sympathetically. “Of course. Let me know if you need help kicking some Putellas ass.” 

Eli chuckled. “I will.” 

She set off to her car after that, ignoring Alexia’s numerous phone calls. Likely, Olga had arrived home and laid into her for not coming, and Alexia was looking to be let off the hook from her Mami that she hadn’t messed up that badly. Eli wouldn’t be doing that. 

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You didn’t make it far into the house. In your new dress, one that was reminiscent of the dress Alexia had worn to win her first balon d’or, you’d collapsed onto the couch, harsh sobs ripping their way out of your chest. You cried until your makeup ran and your chest hurt. Until your Mami arrived home, rushing through the door, her heart breaking when she saw the state you were in. Eli was by your side instantly, pulling you into her arms. It was rare that a hug from your mother didn’t make you feel better, but this was the case today. You weren’t really sure that anything would help, but you still buried yourself into your Mami’s arms, wishing more than anything that she could fix this for you. 

“They didn’t come, Mami,” you sobbed. 

“I know, mija, I am so sorry.” 

“Am I not more important than their stupid fight?” You asked, looking up at your mother with a devastated expression on your face. “I was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.” 

Eli felt anger fill her at a level she’d never quite felt before. “I am proud of you, cariño, so proud of you. It’s all going to be okay, I promise. Everything is going to be fine.” She soothed, running her hand through your hair, shushing you softly. Her fury would have to wait, until you stopped crying. Eli would always put you first when you needed it, even if your sisters didn’t. 

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It was late by the time you’d stopped crying and headed up to bed. With a soft goodnight to your Mami, you’d slumped upstairs, barely changing into your pajamas before you collapsed into your bed, absolutely exhausted. Being disappointed was tiring, apparently. And you were more disappointed than you’d ever been in your life. 

Downstairs, Eli waited until she heard your door shut before she pulled her phone out, returning one of the 15 missed calls from her eldest daughter. Alexia picked up quickly, her voice dripping with guilt.

“Mami, I-”

“No. Do not try to explain yourself. You and Alba have done a terrible thing, Alexia. I am not sure how you will make it up to your sister, but you will. You will figure out how to fix it, you will apologize, you will mean it.” 

“Sí, Mami.” Alexia said, her voice small like when she used to get scolded for kicking the football in the house or holding the tv remote high out of her sisters’ reach. 

“I am so disappointed, Alexia. In you and Alba both.”

“I know, Mami.” Alexia replied, blinking hard to fight off her tears. “I’ll fix it, Al and I will fix it.” 

“You will. Goodnight, Alexia. I love you.” Eli was furious, but she’d always say it, always make sure her daughters knew how loved they were. 

“I love you too Mami,” the blonde choked out, feeling worse about this than she’d ever felt about anything in her entire life. 

Eli called Alba next, who was significantly more clueless about the situation. Neither had known the other wasn’t going, but it was beyond your mother how either of her daughters could have underestimated how important to you this night was. Alba was in tears, like Alexia, by the end of the call, also promising her mother she’d fix it. 

Eli knew the level of guilt Alexia and Alba must have been feeling at the moment, considering how protective they were of you. They never wanted you to be hurt, but you were. And they were the reason why. As she checked on you, ensuring you were asleep, she knew that her older daughters would go to the ends of the earth to make this up to you. 

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Alba was sitting on her couch, willing herself to be the bigger person and pick up the phone to call Alexia, when she heard a knock at the door. The brunette knew who was there before she pulled it open, not flinching when her older sister was standing on her front porch. 

Alexia had a drink carrier in one hand, and two bags in the other, giving Alba an unreadable look. “Can I come in?” 

Alba nodded, stepping aside to let her sister in. The blonde headed for the living room, setting the coffees down, and grabbing hers out of the holder. Alba grabbed the other, noting that it was her favorite coffee, and her favorite breakfast pastry, from her favorite bakery. A bakery Alexia didn’t particularly like, but had clearly stopped at just for Alba. 

It was a peace offering. One that Alba took, grabbing the coffee and the pastry, sitting on the couch next to her sister in a much less tense silence. They made up in the way only sister’s could, with no words necessary for either of them to know that the other was sorry for what had been said. 

“We fucked up.” Alexia said after a minute, glancing at her sister. 

“We really did.” Alba replied. 

“We have to fix it.” Alexia declared. 

“We really do.” Alba agreed. 

“Are you going to keep agreeing with me, or are you going to come up with a solution here?” 

“As the one who started the fight that led to us letting our sister down, I think it should be you who solves the problem, Alexia.” Alba retorted, a smirk on her face. 

Her sister shook her head, shoving the brunette’s shoulder lightly. “You are supposed to be the smart one, hermana. Get thinking.” 

“New car?” 

“New house?”

“Can we buy her a country?”

They broke into laughter, the tension completely gone from the room, before they really got brainstorming. They were a good team when they weren’t fighting, and it wasn’t long before they’d come up with something that they hoped would make up for their horrible behavior. 

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The minute you saw Alexia’s car pull into the driveway from your spot on the couch, you were standing up, prepared to flee the room. You’d known this would happen at some point today, but you weren’t ready to see them. You felt so humiliated and so neglected, you were sure that seeing them would have you in tears, and you didn’t really want to show that emotion in front of them. Not now, not when they were the reason you were so upset. 

You knew how important family was to your mother, though, and you knew that if she told you to stay and talk to them, you would. Looking at her cautiously, you took in the wary expression on her face. 

“Do you want to hear them out, mija?” Eli asked gently. 

“No. I don’t want to see them right now. Please don’t make me.” You begged. 

“I won’t make you do anything. Go upstairs, I’ll tell you when they’re gone.” Eli sighed, and with her permission, you practically sprinted up the stairs to your room, closing and locking the door behind you. 

Your older sisters walked through the doors to the house like they were afraid of what awaited them inside, and it seems that they should have been. Eli stood from her chair, walking over to them, looking unimpressed at the large present in Alexia’s hands. 

“Hola Mami,” Alba greeted softly. They both wanted to make this up to you, of course, but they also hated when their mother was mad at them. 

“I do not think that buying her a present is going to fix this.” Eli said pointedly. Alexia and Alba exchanged nervous glances, relaxing slightly when Eli allowed them further into the house. “What is it?” 

“It’s the new camera. The brand new canon model that she wanted, with all the extra lenses and storage and stuff.” Alexia said, feeling less and less confident about how she and Alba had chosen to go about this. 

“And you think that is enough?” Eli asked bluntly. 

“It’s a start.” Alba said, a bit defensively. “We know we messed up, Mami, and we missed the opening night but we can go see it today. Are you not being a little dramatic about this?” 

Alexia shot her younger sister a look, knowing exactly how hurt you were, because Olga had returned home from the gallery and told her. 

“You did not see her last night. When she realized you weren’t coming? She completely shut down. She talked to everyone she needed to, but I did not see her smile the rest of the night. She rushed out of the building just as the evening ended, and by the time I got home, she was sitting on the couch, sobbing. It was supposed to be her night, and you ruined it.” Eli snapped. 

Alexia and Alba both looked appropriately ashamed, their heads dropping, gazes pointed at the floor in an almost identical fashion. They felt guilty, obviously, but Eli wasn’t quite sure they understood that it wasn’t just about them missing your event. It was so much more than that. 

“She asked me why she is not more important to both of you than an argument. I do not want to spoil the gallery, but I do not think you understand how embarrassing it was for her to have countless photos of you two up on the wall, when you did not even come.” 

Both her daughters’ heads snapped up at this. “Of us?” Alba asked. “The project was of us?” 

“It was about her loved ones. You two were featured more than anyone else. She was so excited to see your reactions to the photos.” Eli continued, only making them feel worse. 

“Please, Mami, I cannot hear anymore.” Alexia said softly, her heart aching at the thought of how upset you must be at the moment. Every detail that her mother added made it worse. She wasn’t sure she’d ever done anything like this to you before, and the thought that you might not forgive her was filling her with anxiety. 

“No, you will hear all of it.” Eli said, shaking her head. “She said to me, ‘I was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.’” 

“We are proud of her, she has to know that.” Alba cut in desperately. Her mother just shook her head. 

“She does not. Nothing she ever does feels very important to either of you, because it is always something you have done before. This was something that was her own, and she just wanted to share it with you. Everything your sister does is so that you two will be proud of her, and pay attention to her.” 

At this, Alexia stood up from the couch, walking over to the window and putting her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent cries, and neither her mother or her sister were very surprised at the emotional outburst. Alexia was always emotional when it came to you; she remembered the day you’d been born, every milestone in your life. You were your very tough sister’s soft spot. 

“Do you think we can fix it?” Alba asked quietly, terrified of her mother’s answer. 

With a deep sigh, Eli nodded her head. Alexia turned around hopefully, hanging on to Eli’s every word. “Your baby sister has always been more forgiving than both of you. She is hurt, but she will forgive you. She loves you both too much not to.” 

Every word Eli said felt like a bullet to the chest to both of your sisters, something your mother was well aware of. She wasn’t going to sugar coat this. It was silent in the room for several minutes, every member of the family lost in thought. Alexia looked furious with herself, Alba looked like she was close to tears, and Eli just looked disappointed. She’d always trusted your sisters to take care of you when she couldn’t, but she wasn’t so sure she had that confidence in them anymore. 

“I have an idea.” Alexia said finally, looking between her mother and her sister hesitantly. They both agreed to what she proposed, though, and it wasn’t long before Eli had pulled out some paper and pens for her daughters. They both sat on the floor around the coffee table and got writing. It was reminiscent of when they’d do their homework in the same spot years ago, sitting on the floor so they could play with you while they finished their assignments. 

Now, though, you were painfully absent from the scene in front of your mother, and Eli could only hope that this would work. 

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Alexia and Alba agreed that only one of them would go upstairs, give you the two pieces of paper, and let you be for the evening. Alexia was desperate to see you, while Alba wasn’t sure she could do so without crying, and she didn’t particularly want to put that on you at the moment. You hated seeing your sisters upset, and she didn’t want to inadvertently guilt you into forgiving her before you were ready. So, Alexia made her way upstairs, agreeing to Eli’s warnings to leave you alone if you wouldn’t let her in. 

Her knock on your door was uncharacteristically gentle, and her voice was almost shaky as she announced herself. 

“Nena? Can I come in for a minute?” 

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, feeling rather satisfied to see the guilt all over her face. 

Alexia stepped into the room, looking so nervous and so unlike herself. She was fidgeting with two pieces of paper in her hands, barely able to bring herself to look you in the eye. “I am so sorry, hermanita. More sorry than I can put into words.” She didn't seem to know what else to say, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Do you think that is enough?” You asked. 

Alexia shook her head rapidly. “No, I know it isn’t. Alba and I are going to fix this, nena, I promise. Whatever we have to do, whatever it takes. We will make this up to you. There is nothing more important to us than you.” 

Your eldest sister could tell you didn’t believe her, the way you looked away from her was a dead giveaway. 

“I know you are upset, and that is okay. I just… can I give you a hug, nena? You can still be mad at me and everything. I’d just really like an hermanita hug.” Alexia said vulnerably, tears clouding her vision. She had underestimated how painful it would be to see you so upset with her, but her chest truly ached as she took in the betrayal and disappointment on your face. A few tears fell from her eyes, and it was this bit of emotion that had you nodding your head, stepping forward as Alexia wrapped her arms around you almost painfully tight. 

It made you feel better, even though it probably shouldn’t have. Your sister’s hugs always felt warm and safe, and today was no exception. Even though she’d hurt you. It was still Alexia, and she was a hard person to stay mad at. Still, you pulled away before you wanted to, and the blonde cleared her throat, holding out the pieces of paper for you. 

“From me and Alba. We will be downstairs, if you want to talk.” Your sister opened and closed her mouth a few times, before shaking her head, mustering a weak smile, and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her, something she never did, always insisting on leaving it open just to bother you. 

You opened your sisters’ letters, not quite sure what you would be reading. You weren’t quite angry anymore, just sad. You were never one to hold a grudge, but you weren’t sure how they were going to be able to make this stop hurting. 

You underestimate, however, how well your sisters knew you, and combined with the information they had from Eli, they knew just what to say. You read both the letters a few times, tears streaming down your face for what felt like the 12th time that day. This time, though, they were good tears. 

Both letters were similar, but very… specific to each of your sisters. 

Alexia’s was practically a bullet pointed list, in her messy, big handwriting. There was a mark on the page that looked suspiciously like a teardrop, and Alexia talked about her emotions in the letter the way she always did in real life; saying as little as possible, while still somehow saying a whole lot. 

Alba’s was a real letter, paragraph after paragraph of neat writing, beautifully articulating what she wanted to say to you. It was always a bit surprising to remember how perceptive Alba was. She was a forgetful person, but not when it came to the things that mattered. This was clear in the letter, as she listed small details out that you hadn’t thought she’d noticed. 

Both of the letters were an apology. An apology, and a deep dive into how proud of you Alexia and Alba were. They apologized for not making it clear, before going back to when you were a baby, and they watched you walk for the first time. Through the years, they had overlapping and different memories of things you’d done that made them swell with pride. There were things you remembered, and things you didn’t, but they made you feel special all the same. Alexia and Alba did pay attention, that much was clear. Even if they weren’t always the best at showing it, they paid attention to you. 

It did more than a verbal apology could have ever done. It was something tangible, kind, warm and loving. It made you feel loved, and seen. It made you feel like you mattered. You weren’t Alexia, and you weren’t Alba, but you were you, and they felt that to be something much more special. 

You tried to hold out a bit longer, you really did, but you were putting the letters down and rushing downstairs before you could really stop yourself. 

You passed the kitchen on the way to the living room, where your Mami was preparing dinner, a small, relieved smile on her face. Wishing you had something funny and unbothered to say, you walked into the room, seeing your sisters sitting on the couch, looking pathetically distraught. 

“Hola.” You said softly, feeling indescribably happy when both of their faces lit up at the sight of you, and you quickly crossed the room, wedging yourself in between them. They made room for you, as they always did, allowing you to fit easily into your spot squished with Alexia on one side, and Alba on the other. 

They each wrapped an arm around you, and both tried to pull you in opposite directions. It was ironic, the way they used you to play a silly game of tug of war. This time, however, they stopped pulling when they realized neither of them would win. Instead, they both wrapped you into a very awkward and suffocating hug, arms wrapped around you from seemingly every direction. 

“I love you, nena.” Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

Alba did the same to your cheek. “I am so sorry, hermanita, and I love you so much,” she whispered. 

“I know.” You said softly. “I forgive you.”  

And if it had been either of them in your position, it would have taken a lot more. You were the forgiving sister, though, and you’d really just needed proof that your sisters thought that you were as important as you felt them to be. 

When Eli came in the room a few minutes later, it was to see the three of you in a rather familiar position; you in the middle, each of your sisters holding on to as much of you as they could, completely content. They’d always like to hold you like that, starting when you were a baby. Alexia would carefully put you on the couch in between them, and put a movie on. They would take turns telling you all the important details your brain was far too small to comprehend, but you didn’t squirm, and you didn’t fuss. You would stay plopped right in between them, one of each of their fingers gripped tight in your hands. 

It was a lot different now, because you were all bigger. It looked like an uncomfortable pile of limbs on the couch, but Eli knew you were all as comfortable as you’d ever get. 

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Neither of your sisters seemed very willing to let you out of their sight anytime soon, which you were sure would grow annoying very fast. For now, though, you enjoyed the attention, especially when Alexia pushed the wrapped box that had been sitting on the table into your hands. 

And, you’d already forgiven them before you’d seen the camera they’d bought you, one that you’d been desperately wanting for a while. If you hadn’t forgiven them, though, you would have now. You could be bought, and your sisters were well aware of it. As was your Mami. She rolled her eyes as you stared in awe at the camera, as Alexia and Alba looked on proudly, sharing a discreet fist bump. Personally, Eli thought you’d let them off kind of easy, but she shouldn’t have underestimated you. You were a youngest child, and you knew how to get what you wanted. 

“Can we go see your photos after dinner?” Alba asked, not even getting a glance from you, your attention completely zeroed in on the camera in your hands. 

“Nope.” You replied. Alexia and Alba looked uneasily at each other, and then at their Mami for guidance, before you spoke again. “Alexia, you are going to clean my room. And Alba, you are going to make me those cookies I like. We can go see the gallery tomorrow.” 

Your face was smug, and your mother stifled a laugh as your sisters looked disgruntled at each other. Begrudgingly, though, they both nodded. 

“Anything for the princess.” Alexia mumbled, and Alba snickered quietly. 

“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention to your sisters. They looked at you in defiance, smirks on both of their faces, not willing to let you completely walk all over them, even if they deserved it. 

“You heard me.” Alexia teased. “The baby princess always gets her way.” 

“Really, Ale?” You asked calmly, before turning to Eli, your new camera briefly forgotten on the table in front of you. “Mami, do you have any plans in two weekends? I was thinking we could take a trip just the two of-” 

Alexia cut you off by rather aggressively throwing herself at you, covering your mouth with her hand. “NO HERMANITA!” The blonde shouted. “Oh, gross, nena, really?” She groaned, pulling her hand away when you licked it. You smiled triumphantly, managing to push away from her a bit. 

“You are not a princess, nena. Just a little baby.” Alba chimed in, reaching over from her chair to pinch your cheek in one hand. “Now keep quiet before you ruin the surprise and give Ale a stroke.” 

Your mother shook her head, taking pity on her eldest daughter, who looked prepared to explode at the thought of the surprise being ruined. “Do you think I do not know you were planning a trip for the four of us, Alexia? Honey, you asked me several times if I was free that weekend, and reminded me not to make any plans then either. You also asked me for hotel recommendations, and pretended it was for you and Olga. You are a bad liar, mija. I have known for weeks.” Eli laughed. 

Alexia frowned, shoving you and Alba both away from her as you both collapsed into giggles, despite the fact that this was entirely her fault, and you and Alba were blameless. She knew there was teasing coming her way, but the smile on your face was well worth it. Order had been restored, and both of your sisters had made promises to themselves, and to each other, to not let their arguments hurt you anymore. You were just happy to have them both there, at home. All four of you together, how it was supposed to be. 

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it will really always be funny to me that my sister and i do not say the words "i'm sorry" to each other. like we'd both rather die than apologize. she could hit me with her car and i wouldn't want her to apologize because... ew. anyway sometimes having a sister is cool and sometimes its not but i love mine.

everyone applaud me for not splitting this into two parts. seriously i am astounded at myself right now.

hope you all like it :) give me all your thoughts.

[ltleflrt]

Figuring out I'm on the ace spectrum was so difficult because I have always been a horny bitch. I knew what sex was at a fairly young age, because I'd asked my mom and she's one of those good parents who'll answer questions like those, and as I grew older and would ask more complex questions, her answers would evolve along with my curiosity and understanding of the world. And I remember having fantasies as young as 9 or 10 years old, even if they were hella vague and nothing close to what sex actually is lol

So as I became a teenager, and all my friends' focus turned from playing with dolls to flirting with boys, I automatically thought I was attracted to boys. And I paid more attention to Cute Boys than I did to Cute Girls, because girls were just nice to look at while boys were People To Have Crushes On. Because of heteronormativity. Looking back on it now, I know there were girls I liked to stare at just as intently as boys, although less often because I wasn't trying to pay attention. And I certainly didn't fantasize about girls because I started reading romance novels in 5th grade, so I was fantasizing about male romantic partners because that was the fiction I was consuming. I didn't even realize fantasizing about girls was possible until I was 17, and I had a few "am I a lesbian" internal crises for years because of it.

So when I did start having sex, I had A LOT OF IT with SO MANY different guys, and eventually a couple of women once I started accepting that bisexuality was real. But it was never really fulfilling. Not like my fantasies were. Not like my books were. I was slutty because sex was fun, I was horny, there were plenty of options so I kept searching for that satisfaction I was craving.

Getting married was a relief (even though it turns out I'm aro-spec too lol) because I was tired of hunting, and even if sex with my husband was meh, at least I had someone around to scratch that itch if I had it, and he didn't mind if I occasionally took care of things on my own because I'd read an especially hot scene in a romance.

I learned about asexuality in my early 20s, but I brushed it off. Couldn't be me, I'm far too horny for that. But I think that comes from the fact that everything you hear about Aces is attached to sex-repulsion or sex-indifference. I wasn't either of those things. I was horny all the dang time. I was fantasizing about sex all the dang time. I figured actual sex was meh because my imagination was so vivid that real life could never match up. Which could be true to an extent, but I think not as much as popular opinion would have us believe. If fantasy was really that much better for everyone, then I think we'd have less incels and unplanned pregnancies than we do.

In my 30s I finally saw people talking about The Spectrum, and I started examining my past, and I figured out I wasn't really attracted to anyone I had sex with. I do occasionally find someone attractive; there are men and women and enbies who make my skin feel tight and give me a little wave of lightheadedness lol... but it's always always the fantasy that gets me really going. If given the opportunity I wouldn't have sex with any of those people. Thank you, but no thank you, I'd rather just imagine it than physically participate in the act with them.

(Ok I might go down on them, but that's less about wanting sex, and more about being able to add them to my Tally. Hell yeah I want to brag about making *insert hot person* have an orgasm. There's PRIDE in that kind of accomplishment lol)

I have a lot of respect for aces that are not horny. I understand it even if I don't share the sentiment. And I feel like most of them understand me even if they don't share the sentiment. There's a solidarity between us.

Until I go into a fandom tag for a character that the aces have glommed onto because they're canonically ace or headcanoned as ace. Good lord, the non-horny aces can turn into downright vicious bastards if a horny ace sexualizes their blorbo.

This post is for them.

Horny aces exist. Please look up "autochorissexual, lithosexual, and aegosexual."

Refer to those definitions in regards to romantic attraction as well as sexual attraction.

Some aces may not fall into one of those definitions, because asexuality is a spectrum, but they may still be horny.

Horny aces are not disrespecting you by enjoying being horny on main. We promise we'll wash the stickiness off our hands before we hold your hands in queer solidarity.

And most importantly: Your blorbo is fictional and does not need to be defended from icky sexuality. They exist in an infinite multiverse, so your blorbo and my blorbo are not the same, even if they appear to be on the surface.

AND:

This post is also for the people who are confused about themselves because they're horny but don't actually feel attraction. You're not crazy, you're not wishy washy, you're not "waiting for the right person to come along" (unless you are, in which case I hope you find them). You're just a thin strip of color on a massive rainbow that holds more unique shades than anyone can perceive at a glance.

You're valid. You're one of us too.

And don't be mean to the non-horny aces. Tag your smut so they can avoid it. (But actually so I can find it lol)

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (25)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N Yall ready for this??

After you finished up your work for the day–still wanting to showcase that you knew nothing of what the boys actually were–the 8 of you all huddled together in Taehyung’s room. Hoseok explained it was to make the boy a bit more comfortable in his own space. At least, to where he could take from his energy already around the room. 

You were sitting on the bed, watching as Hobi explained something to Taehyung who listened with curious eyes. You could see he was excited for it; however every time he would look at you, he suddenly dropped his shoulders and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Okay, Taehyung.” Hobi clapped. “I know you don't have a handle on your energy manipulation at the moment but you need to be focused for this. Your energy is what creates the spell and makes it—well—a spell.” He rattled off. 

“I know.” The boy nodded his head at his older member. 

“Are you sure this is safe for him?” You asked Jin who took a seat next to you. 

You began to think about the time he had injured himself while manipulating his energy. It was before you were in the know about any of them but you still knew he had mentioned something about energy manipulation. 

“Taehyung has been having trouble with it because the machines the company uses mess with his energy.” Namjoon answered from the other side of the bed behind you. 

“However, when Taehyung sets his mind to it he can recover quickly.” Jimin smiled, staring at his friend with a kind look. 

They all had trust in each other. It was something you could say you hardly ever found in your life. You had your few friends here and there, but they weren’t the kind who you would constantly see or even talk to. But then again the boys were much more than friends. 

They were brothers who would always be there for each other. They grew up in a place that harmed them in ways unimaginable. All they had was each other and that was why their bonds were so close. You would never want someone to have to bond in a situation such as there’s but in the end you were thankful they didn’t lose their hope of getting out. 

“If something happens I'll feed you my blood.” Yoongi grinned at you.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon deadpanned. 

The others paid Yoongi no mind, Hobi coming up to you. He caught your attention, standing as he moved his hands over your arm. 

“Come here, Hun.” He spoke with a soft smile. 

“Will it hurt?” You asked him, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Not at all.” He smiled. “I'll make sure it doesn't.” He added. His fingers carefully gripped onto your biceps, moving the sleeve to your scrubs up. “I'll put the spell in your arm.”

“What is it going to do?” You asked, curiously. 

“I'm going to place a mind protection spell on you. It will allow your head to be blocked from any kind of mind magic.” Hoseok explained. 

“Yours included?” You furrowed your eyebrows, being reminded on how he had gone through your head at one point too. 

“Ah no.” Hobi became flustered from being called out. “If I do this you'll be part of the coven. You'll be connected to all of us.” He looked back to you, head held high as he told you something important. 

You looked at the others frowning as they watched you with the same look. “Connected?”

“You'll be able to communicate with us telepathically.” Namjoon answered. “That's how I always know when Jungkook wants to see you.”

“You use Namjoon to get my attention?” You giggled turning to the boy.

“Sorry, Tokki.” He grinned bashfully.

“You ready?” Hobi asked you, turning your attention back to him. “Taehyung, I'm going to connect you to my head so you know how to do the spell.” The older boy told the younger one. 

Taehyung nodded his head, his eyes becoming glossy. He kept his eyes on you though, but it seemed like his eyes were hollow. You kept your head turned from Hobi, trying to avoid his magic. You felt upset with the fact that you weren’t able to take in his full abilities without being in pain. But it was what that man had placed a blockage on your head for. Whoever he was, he didn’t want you knowing about his kind. 

You felt cold air touch your arm, Hoseok’s hand laying flat against your bicep. It wasn’t as cold as Yoongi's frozen fingers, but it did feel like he had just been touching ice or was in the A/C too long. You really didn’t feel any pain aside from the cold temperature that was bearable, so you quickly tuned when Hobi moved his hand back. 

You moved your arm up, catching sight of the dark purple symbol on your arm. It looked like two trapezoids side by side. They were standing upright at a corner, parallel to one another. It looked like a tattoo the more you looked at it.

Can you hear us? Hobi’s voice suddenly reached your ears. 

You looked up at him, finding him grinning down at you as he waited for an answer. You realized he hadn’t spoken out loud at all and instead had said it to you in your head. As a large smile spread across your face, you turned to the others. 

Hi. You giggled in your head. 

Hello, Little One. Namjoon grinned, but his lips stayed shut.

Hi, Jagiya. Taehyung gripped onto your wrist at your side, bouncing on his feet. 

Hello, my Beloved. Jin spoke calmly, rubbing your back from the bed behind you.

Hi, Princess. Yoongi smiled, his lips pulling over his teeth.

Hey, Tokki. Jungkook’s eyes were wide, but still glossy as he looked at you.

Beautiful. Jimin finished with a teasing smile. 

“What's this?” You asked out loud, gesturing to the symbol on your arm. It was much different to the one you had on your back. 

“It's the coven symbol—Bangtan.” Hoseok answered. 

“Bangtan?” You questioned. 

“Namjoon came up with it.” Taehyung smiled, looking over at his leader. 

Namjoon looked bashful, turning away from your smile. “It's great.” You told him. 

“You ready, Taehyung?” Hoseok looked around you. 

With all the attention on him, Taehyung suddenly dropped his shoulders and began to frown. 

“I don't want to hurt you.” He told you softly, picking at the end of your sleeve on your other arm. 

“You won't Taehyung.” You told him, moving to place and hand on his cheek. “I believe in you.” You softly whispered to him. 

His eyes drifted to Hobi, who gave him an encouraging nod. The younger boy took in a deep breath before moving his hands over your arm. You sucked in a breath, turning your head to face Hobi. 

His fingers wiggled themselves between your own, but he kept his eyes over Taehyung’s hands waving over your body. He could see Taehyung’s light purple magic flow from his fingers much like his own, but he could see the magic popping in certain moments. 

However, Hoseok could see into Taehyung’s mind as he tried to place his protective seal on you. He was concentrating hard, allowing his body to relax to the point where the boy almost seemed to work in a dazy. He kept telling himself he could do it and had a hold on his magic. 

Taehyung’s magic felt like warm air as opposed to cold like Hobi’s. The entire thing was the same though, this time it was a warm comfort. The boy pulled his hand away from you, a breath he held falling from his lips shakily. 

You took a glance at your arm, seeing the same symbol in a lighter shade of purple. “You did it!” Hobi cried, shaking the boy a bit. “I'm so proud of you!” He pulled Taehyung into a tight hug. 

“You did amazing, Tae.” You beamed at Taehyung, swinging your arms around his neck when Hobi let go of him. He immediately shoved his head into your shoulder.

“Thank you, Jagiya.” He whispered, head trying to hide deeper into your shoulder to avoid looking at the other. 

You felt him begin to shake in your arms, causing you to rub his back soothingly. 

“Can you guys give us a moment?” You asked, pulling away from Taehyung a bit. He kept his head down, avoiding them from seeing his face. 

Namjoon nodded his head, ushering all the boys out to give Taehyung space with you. As they all filed out one by one, Jimin was left in the back, giving you a worried expression before trying to mask it with a reassuring smile. 

As the door clicked shut softly, Taehyung let go of his sobs falling onto his bed. You immediately sat next to him, pulling him down into your chest. His arms wrapped themselves around your middle, his face buried between your chest. 

“Hey, Tae.” You spoke softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “What's wrong?”

“I was so scared.” He sobbed. “I was scared of hurting you.”

You choked on your own tears as his sobs broke your heart. You shook your head, putting your arms around him to hug him closer to you. He was practically in your lap by the way you were pulling at him. 

“They—they made me into this. I don't like it. I don't like that I can’t control my powers and I have to rely on Hobi or Yoongi to fix it.” He continued to cry. “I feel useless.”

“Tae.” You gasped, grabbing his cheeks and moving him to look at you. “That is not true! You are amazing at what you do.” You told him pointedly. 

“I love your tricks. I love seeing you get happy over being able to do something small. You make the boys happy and they won't ever think you're useless.” Tears began to fall slowly, causing the boy to reach up and wipe them away. “You bring them joy and hope that they'll get out of here one day. You bring me joy and hope. I want to save you all—I want to bring you home where you can be yourself again.”

Your fingers moved along his cheeks, wiping at the remaining tears. Taehyung sniffled, his eyes drifting down to your wobbly lips. Without much thought, he leaned forward to give you a kiss. Your hands slipped behind his head and he pushed you back slightly.

He was soft with his kisses, his lips equally as appealing. He wasn’t harsh with how he wanted to kiss you. He knew what he was looking for but he didn’t force it on you. He waited for you to move things along, which you gladly took the chance to. 

When you felt the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips, you opened your mouth more to give him room. He eagerly took the invite, leaning further into you. He placed his hand on the leg that was next to him, moving down to your knee. He slowly slid off the bed, making himself comfortable in between your legs. 

You allowed him room, scooting back so that he could fall on top of you. His knees moved to either side of your thighs, making himself comfortable as he tried to keep his lips locked with yours. His hands roamed down, fingers slipping under your shirt. 

As you kept your hands on his cheeks, he took the liberty of moving his own under your shirt reaching up until the tips of fingers skimmed the edge of your bra. You began to huff, pulling back from him. 

“Tae?” You questioned him, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I-I don’t want to do something you don’t want to.” He told you quietly, digging his head into your chest. 

You slowly sat up with him, scooting back to look at his eyes. You gave him a soft smile, thumbing at his cheeks. “I promise, I’ll tell you.” You spoke quietly. “But right now I want to take care of you.”

He looked at you confused, watching as you got to your knees and pushed him down. He laid down on his back, propped up against the pillows of his bed. He watched you with curious eyes as you crawled on top of him. 

You sat directly down on his bulge, causing him to flinch and hands grip onto your hips. “I don’t want to do something you don’t want.” You repeated to him. 

“I promise I’ll tell you.” He repeated your words. 

You leaned forward, giving him a kiss. Your lips moved down his jaw and to his neck, causing him to close his eyes and drop his head back against the wall. Your hand moved down his torso, softly messaging him before reaching the bottom of his shirt. You didn’t take it off, instead choosing to just stick your hands inside. 

His hips moved him, wanting friction after you had moved to his thighs on your way down his body. Your lips had finally touched the skin of his hips, which got a gasp from the boy. You moved between his legs, trying to get comfortable. 

You looked up at him when your hands touched the waistband of his sweats. “Tae?” You called for him, seeing as he had his eyes closed and was looking at the ceiling. When you called for him, he immediately turned to you, mouth opened as he took in breaths. 

“I need you to tell me I can continue.” The boy nodded his head, ready to pull his own clothes off, but your hands stopped him. “I need to hear you say it.” You retold him, wanting to make sure his brain was listening and not just mush. 

“Please.” The boy panted. “I want more.”

You nodded your head, moving to pull his pants down. He was quick to push his underwear down too, allowing you to take the rest of it off. When Teahyung’s cock was exposed, you paused a bit, taking in the size of it. 

It wasn’t even fully hard yet, but you knew once it was you would have a bit of a struggle getting used to it. You weren’t a novice to sex–especially not now after Jungkook–but you hadn’t been with many partners and none of them had what Taehyung had. 

But that didn’t stop you from continuing your goal. When you saw Taehyung looking up at the ceiling again, his jaw clenched as he panted and tried his hardest not to wiggle his hips. You smiled at how cute he looked–waiting for you to touch him and make him feel something. And you weren’t about to let him go untouched. 

He didn’t see you lean down or stick your tongue out. However he was able to feel the wet muscle lick up his shaft. It caused him to gasp loudly and his eyes to fly open. You immediately pulled up watching him with wide eyes. You waited for him to tell you to stop but instead he began to whine.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He gasped. “Please, don’t stop.” His fingers twitched at his side, wanting to place them on your head. 

You smiled lightly, trying to hold in your giggle. You gave him the release he wanted and went back to licking up his cock. The gasps and his hips bucking up only fueled your need to make him feel good. 

He became hard quickly, his cock growing in size as you expected. When it became fully erect, you took what you couldn’t fit in your mouth into your hand, moving it up and down as you began to suck on the tip.

Taehyung moaned loudly, nearly folding in half at your ministrations. His moans were starting to get loud, whimpers making you delusional. Your thighs began to rub together at the sounds he was making, deep and throaty. 

You sucked harder, gripping his base tighter. When you felt him twitch in your mouth, you tried to take him deeper but he pulled you off him. He was panting, trying to find your lips to slot against his. When you looked up at him, he smashed his mouth to yours, teeth clashing with yours. 

You pulled back panting, looking at him confused. 

“I want to be inside you.” He told you sheepishly, looking down at your clothed body. 

You smiled at his shy tone, nodding your head and moving to take off your clothes. Taehyung pulled his shirt off from behind him, quickly watching you strip. When your bra came off his eyes went wide seeing your breasts out. 

You shimmied out of your pants, taking off the rest of your clothing. You sat back on your calves, watching as he seemed to stare at you with wonder. You wanted to giggle from how his eyes turned wide. It made you feel good about yourself, having him look at you like you were a goddess. 

“You are one.” He told you softly, causing you to look at him with wide eyes. 

You began to blush, looking down as you remembered you were able to share your thoughts with all of them now. You were going to need to ask how not to project. 

You crawled over Taehyung again, placing your hands on his shoulders as you hovered your hips over his. His hands found themselves on your hips, his eyes glued down to where you were heating up. 

He felt your warmth just over his torso, waiting to be filled with something. He wanted to touch you, but you didn’t tell him to do that. Instead he watched as you moved to grab his cock, lining it up with your entrance. 

His legs twitched as his tip touched your spongy opening, a whine passing through his lips as he seemed to be in a trance. When you felt him get passed your entrance you began to lower yourself more until your pelvic bone was flushed against his. 

Taehyung was messaging his fingers into your hips as he tried to keep from moving his hips. However with any movement he seemed to do it would cause you to move on your own which prompted him to touch every part of you inside. 

You moaned out, falling forward onto his shoulder, trying to keep from moving your hips. Taehyung gasped out as you moved on him, flexing his thighs. He dropped his head forward and began to kiss at your shoulder, leaving identical marks to the ones Jungkook left the other day. 

As you began to feel fed up with no stimulation you allowed yourself to wiggle your hips, testing out how Taehyung would react. As you expected, he gasped out, shoving your hips backwards before trying to drag you forward. 

You pulled back from him, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you kept the movement of your hips from stopping. He whined as you began to kiss into his mouth, his tongue poking out to lap at you. When you began to feel yourself twitch how his torso was rubbing at your clit with each back and forth, you shifted your legs up trying to hold yourself. 

Taehyung’s hand moved to under your thighs, holding you up and you slowly began to bounce up and down. He choked up, feeling you clench him each time you pulled him back into your core. His fingers gripped your thighs tightly, his nails digging into your skin. 

You didn’t seem to care though, falling back down causing his tip to touch your cervix. You gasped out, stilling for a moment as you tried to regain composure from the feeling. He moved his hands, pulling them around your back as he sat up to press his chest against you. 

You wrapped your arms around him again, holding him closely as he began to thrust his hips up into you. You cried into his ear, tightening your hold on him. Your legs tightened up as the ball in your stomach began to build. Your whimpers reached his ear, one arm falling from your back to hold himself up.

Taehyung began to piston his hips trying to find the one stop within you. When you gasped out and dropped your head back, he kept his pace up trying to get you to reach your peak. Your legs began to clench up, your walls tightening around his shaft. 

His thrusts began to stutter as you reached your orgasm, quickly pulling you off of him holding you to his chest as he came on your back. You tried to hold yourself up to keep from getting his cum everywhere, but he moved you carefully to lay on his bed. 

Namjoon had been the one to explain everything there was to know about sex. It was some past nurses–older males–who told them all about how to take care of a woman. Taehyung was thankful for a much older man who had been kind to them who explained to them all what the woman wanted. 

He had lived his life well–took a job at the facility as a researcher. He was human like you, but he didn’t make it far in his time at the company. He had an accident with some of Taehyung’s magical energy which caused him to have a heart attack. 

Everything that man had taught them all, they took to heart and followed through with it. So Teahyung made sure to clean up your backside, softly messaging your bottom. You hummed at the feeling, smiling at the boy. 

As he threw away the tissues, he went to the other side of the bed and cuddled up to you. He stuck his head on your chest, eyes taking in your naked skin. You giggled at his wide eyes, hands running through his hair. 

His boxy grin was on display as he looked up at you. “You did good.” You told him, kissing the top of his head. 

He hummed, going back to snuggling into your chest. His arms pulled at your hips, wrapping around your back to get comfortable. You kept dragging your fingers down the nape of his neck, causing him to feel sleepy. 

“Thank you for being you.”

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I forgot to add jungkooks moodboard so if you wanna go back to the chapter and check it out you can!

[neet-elite]

big brother whitney and innocent little sister thoughts...

Older (step)brother (idc which you pick) whitney who fucks around with other people in town only to try to get his mind off of you, his cute baby sister. You're the only thing worth protecting to him, including from himself. Favouring to fist his cock every night over your sleeping body rather than showing you his lust, hiding his love for you behind forehead kisses and possessive shoulder grabs, because he doesn't wanna corrupt you. You know that one line at the park when you ask him what's wrong and he says "This town's fucked, to answer your question." he means it !!!! Becomes a bully just so that no one will mess with you, acting so soft and sweet in the privacy of your shared home, so much so that when people avoid you for being related to him you have no idea why that could be, the whitney you know is so kind!!!

crying to him one night about how no one wants to be your friend!! sure, you aren't being actively bullied by any means, but any time you seem to get close to someone they always eventually leave!! and you're just so upset about it, sobbing and sniffing against his chest while he pets your head and coos sweetly down at you. he's hiding a selfish smile that you'll never be able to see, thankful that his efforts of terrorising the town have paid off in secluding you, because you're safe when you're secluded with him. see, he's just protecting you... scaring off all the mean people, making sure no one defiles you in any way because he loves you so much. you deserve to stay innocent and sweet, just the way he likes you.

except he can see you start to get a little curious. maybe he's too late saving you one time, immediately taking you home after someone flirts with you a little too much, their dirty hands roaming your body and he sees red. you're his little sister, fuck. and now you're asking him troubling questions. the type to make him second guess himself, prompting him into petting his fat cock under your bed sheets as you talk to him in that sweet shy voice he loves. why does it feel funny down there? i feel really hot, whitney..., have you ever kissed someone before? what was it like, can we try?

and there's no way he can deny your pure intentions, eagerly nodding and cupping your cheek so lightly in fear of breaking you, gently pulling your face closer to his to answer your plentiful questions. to be honest, if he wasn't so hard he might have declined your invitations, but he's wanted you for so long that he simply can't not take you up on your lewd offer; whether you're aware of it or not. he intends to keep things this tender, all smiles and teasing, he won't take it too far, okay?

but somehow he ends up hungrily making out with you, dripping drool down your throat and tugging his cock against your tummy, removing his lips from yours only to grunt and beg you to look down. see how big it is? he'd moan for you, tapping his oozing tip against your exposed belly button a few times, pressing his cock against your tummy just to make you squirm at the pressure. don't think y'can take it all, angel. he'd coo at you, appalled and turned on in equal measure when you beg him to try!!!! please, try!! i wanna make big brother feel good too!

big brother whitney who only fucks you because you ask so nicely for it, and he's nothing but a giver when it comes to you. he makes sure to take his time with you, a stark contrast to how he usually bullies his cock inside sluts... but you're his darling precious little sister, he wants to be soft with you. wants so bad to fuck you right, to have you a babbling mess on the end of big brothers cock that he promises you to just push the tip in; that's all baby sisters can handle anyway.

he'd fuck you just like that for a while; as painful as it is for him, because your comfort comes before anything else in his world. you don't know exactly what you're asking of him, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull when you sob for more. it's sickening how much he wants to give you everything that you ask for, because you deserve nothing but the best, but he treasures you so much that he holds back for now. but now that he's ruined your innocence just a little, his mission is new: to be the only one to ruin you. now that you've wet his cock for the first time, you're all he needs; and in return he's all you'll ever need. promising to make you feel good whenever you want, just promise to only rely on him for this, okay? he'll eat you out every morning if you so much as hinted at wanting that, letting you warm his throbbing cock when you study every night, pound you into your sheets to help tire you out when you can't sleep. and in return, he'll use your tight throat when he's stressed out, fuck your thighs in your shared showers just to ease you into taking his full length, train your ass to take him when you get curious enough. there's no going back for him now, saving his seed every night for his special angel sister rather than fucking anything that walks, because he doesn't have to hold back now. makes it his life mission to get you drunk on his big brother cock, pumping you full of seed every night simply because you asked for it. and, because no one else deserves you.

he only has your best interests at heart, promise!!!

[julianalvarez9]

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME / MASON MOUNT

PAIRING: Mason Mount x Chilwell!Reader

SUMMARY: What hurts more than the man that you love leaving your childhood club, is having been told from the start that being involved with him was a bad idea.

WARNINGS: mason is kinda a dick in this? maybe not intentionally but...... not really Emotionally Responsible. also, Ben all the way in protective mode.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

Are you free today? Need to talk to you about something xx

The message from Mason, earlier on the day, had made you think about this moment an endless amount of times.

In your mind, there's no other result that him asking you to be his, finally, after months of anticipation. You've been trying not to think about it, though, to avoid any disappointments in case it was just another day, but you can't really ignore the feeling in your gut: you're nervous like you've never been with him.

You figure it might be because this is your first public appearance alone together; that is, without your brother, Ben, or without any of the guys from the Chelsea team, to make it seem like this isn't what it, definitely, is: a date.

In reality, you could have figured what he wanted to tell you from the start. Even before the meeting, there had been multiple clues; like the endless flow of rumors floating around his neck -that he had, definitely, told you to ignore before-, or the public setting to have this conversation, or the chaste kiss he planted on your forehead before sitting in front of you. Not on your side.

Maybe you would have noticed all of it if you hadn't been so caught up in it. In him.

So, when the news finally exits his lips, and it turns out to be something completely different from what you had expected, you're left dumbfounded.

"I'm signing for Manchester United, Y/N. I'm leaving Chelsea this summer".

What?

Maybe you had interpreted it all wrong. From the message, to the hidden glances and forbidden touches shared between you two during all these months, away from all prying eyes, but especially, your brother's. Could it be? Or had he intended, all along, to be so cruel from the start?

Ben had never been enthusiastic with the idea of you two together, and you always assumed that it was out of protectiveness, of fulfilling the role of older brother. But maybe he knew something you didn't.

Your face must have been showing the myriad of emotions you were feeling at the moment, because Mason is quick to launch forward and take your hands in his, like he always did to comfort you. "Hey, you okay?".

As if you hadn't been showered with a cold water bucket just now. As if he hadn't thrown you into the void, without a safety net to catch you when you inevitably reach the ground.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, enthusiastically, painting the widest smile you could muster at the moment. "'M happy for you, Mase, really happy. Just remembered I have somewhere to be right now, uhm, with Ben. I have to go".

Mason would never have let you paid, like he never did before today, but he's so confused about your sudden reaction that he isn't quick enough to stop you from throwing a couple of pounds in the table to cover your tab.

Getting out of the coffee shops feels like a blur.

Your fingers work quicker than you knew they could, dialing the contact in a second, while you rushed down the sidewalk, brushing past strangers who gave you dirty looks for pushing them out of the way. You mumbled apologies left and right, but honestly, the only thing you could see through your tearful eyes is your phone, and how the display changes when your brother, after a couple of seconds, picks up.

"He's leaving".

You don't bother with greetings or introductions. But hearing Ben sigh leads you to believe he already knows who you're referring to, even if you hadn't muttered his name. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up".

The words splutter out of your lips before you can stop them. Maybe you're saying too much, more than he needs, or wants, to know, but you're only trying to come to terms with what Mason had so carelessly announced not even ten minutes before. "I thought we were gonna talk about, I don't know, us," you bitterly laugh, and the term now feels foreign.

Angrily swiping under your eyes to stop the teardrops from falling, you continue speaking. "But no, he sits there, with his always so perfectly styled hair, and his beautiful smile," you hear on the other side of the line how Ben's car keys fall to the floor, and in other occasions, it would have been funny to you -picturing him nervous at merely hinting you find one of his best mates handsome, but now you're too angry to care. "All to tell me he's going to fucking Man United".

The line is silent for a couple of seconds while you keep on rushing past people. You don't really know where you're going, but you're crossing streets and turning in corners like your body knows where it's going without needing directions from your brain.

The words came out bitter from your tongue, almost laced with venom. As if he didn't wish to be wrong, just to see you happy. As if being right was Ben's fault. "Go on. Tell me you told me, warned me, that this would happen. I deserve it".

He's gripping the steering wheel hard, turning his knuckles white to avoid exteriorizing how angry he is at Mason for hurting his little sister. He'd probably make him hear all about it the next time they saw each other, be damned if it was in a public or private setting. Still, the words he's speaking to you through the line are tender. "I could never".

Your legs stop in the all too familiar park. Ironically, it's the same one Mason and you had came so many times before: whether it be for a small picnic, to take Summer on a playdate or to take Ben's dog for a walk.

The realisation only made you cry more, and as if on cue, your brother's arms wrap around your trembling figure. "It's alright, Y/N," Ben whispers, quietly, in your hair, "you're gonna be okay, yeah? I'll make sure of it".

The tears that blur your vision and soak Ben's shirt doesn't let you see another call from Mason; it going straight to voicemail after being denied an answer for so long. But Ben sees it, and a million thoughts cross his mind. One thing is certain, though: he can't afford losing you to Mason, and letting you go to Manchester is not on the cards.

"I'll take you home, yeah?" your older brother asks, knowing that his home would be untouched territory to his old mate. You can only nod in agreement, strength being drained from your body after crying for what feels like a hundred hours, as your mourn what could've been.

Ben knows that, even if he's only trying to protect you, and do what he feels it's right, he can't keep you far away from Mason forever: but this is, for sure, a way.

[octuscle]

As a lawyer I'm on the way to some young criminals as new clients doing some pro bono jobs but my luggage got lost. There's just a suitcase from MIA

I think this is really absolutely great of you. But defense lawyers are famous for their generosity. So it's a pleasure for me to let you have the suitcase. Is it okay if I have it delivered directly to your hotel room? That makes it easier for you in case of doubt.

You're sitting in your room at the Holiday Inn at the airport. If your life plan had worked out, you wouldn't have to work at all at the age of 36. Or you should at least stay at the Grand Hyatt. But in that case, you don't get any money. You can only hope that your calculations will work out and that you will get the two gangsters off. Then your market value should increase considerably. And Holiday Inn will never see you again. The phone rings and someone at the front desk tells you that your luggage has arrived. That's right, the suitcase! You get up, panting. You could have taken the stairs down one floor to the lobby. But you're in a bit of bad shape. Poor diet, little exercise. Have you ever wondered if your appearance has something to do with your professional success?

The suitcase is at least a major hit. A metal suitcase like that must cost over $1,000. And this one is brand new, too. Conveniently, the combination lock is also still factory set to 000. You take the elevator to your room, heave the heavy piece onto your bed and open it. Your hope for an impressive black suit is not fulfilled. But the leather jacket is also impressive. Unfortunately, you have no chance to close the zipper over your paunch. Therefore, you don't even need to try the jeans. But the undershirt should fit somehow. Sure, you can see every roll of flab. But they are always better than the gray, worn-out ones you have.

You go out into the hallway and get a cold beer from the vending machine. Your reflection in the mirror reminds you a bit of Marlon Brando in The Godfather. Unfortunately, the older Marlon Brando… With the beer on the nightstand, you fall asleep. And you have a wet dream about Marlon Brando.

At 07:00 o'clock there is a discreet knock on the door of your room. A bellboy pushes the breakfast cart into the dining room of your suite at the Four Seasons in Down Town. You open the curtains with the iPad on your nightstand, stand up, and hand the bellman a $100 bill. You don't care if he's more excited about it than about seeing the promising new star criminal defense attorney naked. Not before the cappucino and the freshly squeezed orange juice. For the press and also for all the other participants, you are doing the job here pro bono. Because you are shocked at how the American legal system sends people to jail just because of prejudice against disadvantaged immigrants. No one really needs to know that it's not just your lavish expenses that are being paid by the Kazakh oligarch whose two doltish nephews were somewhat unfortunate enough to have shot their way out of a failed business deal. If the nephews' buddies, who are now sitting in the dock for the two idiots, are not acquitted, your client won't care either. You would regret that for a few minutes because of your ego. And then console yourself with two or three weeks on the Cote d'Azur. You may use the house of your client in Antibes. He is never there anyway.

While you congratulate yourself once again on having studied Russian and Kazakh as well as law, you stand in front of the closet and think about what to wear to your get-to-know-your-client visit. Yes, you look great in Brioni. But you feel more comfortable in other clothes. In the ensemble you choose, you look a bit like the young Marlon Brando in "The Wild One," you think.

Maybe your clients will be more open-minded if you look like one of them. But who are you kidding. You look better than anyone!

[nana-mania]

“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[maximotts]

*breaks down the door* MILF MOMMY WANDA WHO LOVES TO SHOW YOU OFF TO HER FRIENDS

she definitely has you wear cute little outfits around them and when you interrupt her she gets a little upset at you and always points out “they are just a little dumb doll who doesn’t think before they do anything, they always need mommy’s help”

Only Luna or Aries could make me do Doll House revival and that’s a rock fact

cw: no smut, just regular doll house!au warnings

“Come on out, sweetheart! No one will bite.”

Wanda beckoned you over from her spot on the plush living room sofa, arm stretched out to entice you from where you peeked out from around the corner. Her smile was gentle, kind, the type of smile you’d sprint towards if it'd been just the two of you.

Three unfamiliar faces looked your way as well, patiently waiting to get a better look at the girl Wanda always spoke so highly of, but anxiety kept you clung tight to the wall. Not only was it a rarity you saw anyone other than Wanda, but try as you might, you couldn't remember a time where they'd been so close. Certainly not in your home, your safe haven; the house Wanda insisted was the safest place for you at all times.

The strangeness of it all overwhelmed you terribly.

Wanda saw the shake of your head, barely caught the quiet noise of disagreement as you shuffled further away and sympathetic as she was to your hesitancy, she couldn't allow defiance of any kind. Especially in front of her friends.

"Don't take another step unless it's into this room, little one. Come to mommy... now," Back turned to the new women, Wanda's mouth fell into a hard line, one quirked brow creating that look you knew meant you were walking a fine line to being disciplined. Her finger curled, dragging you forwards before adding on a sickeningly fake sweet, "please."

Your cotton socked feet were silent on the carpeted floor, slow and careful steps taking you around the couch to stand right in front of the older woman, fidgeting nervously as you tried to stay in her good graces. "'m sorry, mommy...I'm just scared."

Hard as you tried to keep your voice low enough for only Wanda could hear, her friends' amused laughter told you they understood perfectly. "There's no reason to be scared, silly girl. Everyone came here to meet you and I dressed you up so prettily today just for the occasion!"

"And you did a wonderful job, Wands. She really is the sweetest little thing!" As you turned around, the woman with long curly hair admired you with a wide grin. The comment alone was more than enough to fluster you, but then she reached out, fingers batting at the hem of your floral dress and you squeaked in distress.

It was a rule you had yet to face until now: being mommy's perfect doll meant you were hers only, no one else was allowed to touch. Having never seen or thought about other people's existence, you rarely paid it any mind, but today, even though you backed away instantly, you feared you'd inadvertently landed yourself in hot water.

But Wanda only pulled you down to sit in her lap, letting you scramble into the safety of her arms, soothing your frantic, rambling apologies with a single finger placed upon your lips. "You're okay, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm not mad."

With as much gentleness she dealt you, Wanda gave annoyance in kind to her bold friend and you didn't miss the possessive hold she kept you in as she spoke. "Agatha, I thought I made it very clear not to touch."

"Well sorry! It's a slip of habit; I should bring my toy over one day; they'd get along well."

Admittedly, you didn't pay much attention to the conversation past that, your thoughts settling into near nothingness as you cuddled up against your mommy. The four of them spoke about people and places you'd never heard of; it was too easy to tune them out in favor of resting your head on Wanda's chest and listening to the rumbling vibrations whenever she chimed in.

You lost track of time, hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes until the words 'nap time' fell upon your ears. "Noo mama... Let me stay with you!" Your voice was weak from sleep, but insistent, unwilling to part from Wanda and the comfortable position you'd carefully nestled yourself into.

Tired as you were, you'd interrupted her mid-sentence— a rule you knew well enough not to break. But opening your mouth for apology wasn't.. working; your lips wouldn't part no matter how hard you tried. "I know I didn't hear you talking back, did I, dolly? And certainly not interrupting me?"

A few more fruitless tries of opening your jaw and you settled for a remorseful head shake, stretching up to nuzzle against her cheek and wrap your arms around her to convey how sorry you were. Humiliation poked in the back of your brain as the ladies 'aww'ed and fawned over you with pity, playfully urging Wanda to go easy on such a helpless little toy, but your mommy's forgiveness was much more important.

When you pulled away it was with pleading eyes, begging her to allow you to stay in her lap. Wanda chuckled and pinched your nose, even granting you a kiss on your warm cheek— you still couldn't speak when she muttered her firm 'no.' "She's such a dumb little doll, forgetting to think before speaking. This one always needs mommy's help, isn't that right, sweet girl?"

Your nod was a reflex, forever willing to let Wanda help you with anything from the biggest task to something as simple as tying your shoes. "And Mommy always knows best which, right now, is nap time. Please excuse me, ladies, while I put her to bed. When I come back, I'll bring the tea tray!"

[calehenituse-brainrot]

New Dress

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

You won't be needing a new one.

'Kid, you have a problem.'

Cale's felt his eyebrows twitch. 'I know, stop bringing it up.'

It's been a few days ever since the undercover plan went into action. You had to take a few days of rest after getting high and then drugged with aphrodisiacs under a doctor's strict order and have been placed under Ron's supervision to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Meanwhile, for Cale, he had been staying in his room and barely going out. Of course, it's because he's naturally like that, you know, a slacker, and totally not because he was avoiding you.

"Human, are you sure you're okay?" asked Raon, looking at Cale worriedly as Cale had been going back to shutting himself out from the world again -- though he didn't appear as gloomy as before, he did become a bit jumpy.

"I'm okay, Raon," Cale answered. "It's just been a long day."

'The day just started,' Super Rock pointed out, his tone suggesting that if he had a face, he would be raising his eyebrow. 

'Kid, you gotta get your shit together,' the thief said with a sigh. 'Is this your first time being horny, or something?'

'Instead of horny, I'm ashamed,' Cale replied to them, a bit irked. 'To think I could--'

'Eh, I don't blame ya, kid,' the Fire of Destruction cuts off with a chortle. 'To be fair, your friend is smoking hot. Literally on fire. I don't think I can get them out of my head, too.'

Cale never paid any attention to such things before and the only thing in his mind was shame because of how he acted towards you during the heat of the moment to the point he started dreaming about it. Once he regained some of his clarity, he couldn't even properly look at you without feeling guilty, so he had been locking himself away from you, only getting updates from you through Ron or the kids.

'Speaking of, Ron shouldn't he be here in a few moments--'

His door was knocked and Cale sighed at how punctual the man was. He allowed the older man to come in, a trolley full of sweets and tea on top of it. Upon seeing Ron, the kids immediately bounded to him and run around the man while eying the trolley.

"Good afternoon, Young Master-nim," Ron greeted with a benign smile, watching Cale get up from the bed to head and sat on the couch with the children. Cale runs a hand through his red hair, staring at Ron who's smiling with his eyes now closed.

"How's [Name]?" he asked first, as always, letting Ron brew him a cup of tea while the older man reported what you've been doing ever since you woke up.

"Miss [Name] had woken up in a good condition and spoke about how she cannot wait to go back to work," Ron started with that sentence first, knowing how Cale would immediately massage the bridge of his nose in frustration when he heard it.

Cale immediately does what Ron has been expecting and sighed, "She works like she's being chased."

Cale noticed the way Ron's smile twitched a little and he frowned. Something was off with Ron for quite some time now. Ron kept quiet about your return a few days ago and while he was ordered to tell Cale what was happening, Cale could see that there were a few things Ron was withholding from him. Usually, Ron being such a secretive man wouldn't bother Cale because that's how he was born and bred -- an assassin and now the head of the Molan household that specializes in information -- but all this behavior revolves around you.

"You seemed to know something," Cale began slowly, Raon sitting on his lap while nibbling on a cookie. 

Ron kept his smile. "Miss [Name] is showing an interest in international trading."

'It's just work?' Cale thought with a frown. "Is that what you both talked about when she came over the other day?"

Cale isn't the type to be snarky with Ron, but it just slipped out of his mouth that he was shocked by his own tone. Ohn who was eating a piece of her strawberry shortcake stopped, knowing that the encounter Cale was talking about was the one she told him about. She watched her guardian and her mentor stared at each other silently. 

"Why didn't you report it to me?" asked Cale further and Ron's smile slowly dropped, his face became like that of a tired father with relentless children he couldn't control.

"Miss [Name] had initially come to the estate to get some rest from the Palace but had ended up sharing a bit of her perspective between what happened between the Young Master-nim and herself," Ron answered instead, trying his best to not tell too much of what happened that night. "I didn't think it was appropriate to tell you of what she had told that night as some of it felt too personal for me to share."

Cale stayed silent. He didn't think that out of all the people you'd talked about your feelings to, it would be Ron. To be honest, he felt a little bit betrayed to see you reach that kind of relationship with Ron where it's enough to make you feel comfortable to share your thoughts with him because you were supposed to be his comrade of being intimidated and scared by Ron. But then again, Cale was glad you had someone to talk to considering that situation seemed to be hard on you both.

"I see," he murmured. 

Ron thinks of the way you had laid on the ground, holding onto your head and begging for something to stop the pain, and nodded. "Yes. I apologize for my negligence."

"The papers Choi Han and the kids found was enough evidence to have them locked up for a long time."

You cheered in glee. "Yes! Oh, I bet all the girls in the department are going to go crazy when they heard the news. Oh, good riddance!"

Alver smiled looking at you being so happy. "I would tell you to not laugh at someone's downfall but seeing you be happy is very contagious."

"I have a nice smile, I know," you replied with a grin.

Alver stared at you, genuinely happy to see you being better. He had heard a quick summary of what happened in that place; you and Cale had been stuck in a position where you were forced to smoke a roll of crushed-up drug and somehow you managed to get Cale out of that situation because you thought if one of you has to get high, it shouldn't be Cale. Afterward, you unknowingly consumed aphrodisiacs while still high and it fucked up your whole night, and judging by the blush on Cale's face, you probably gave him a hard-on too in the process.

"I'm glad to see you're all fine," Alver said. "I suppose the news I have delivered made you all better?"

"Maybe I should take Cale and the others for a day out," you thought out loud, glancing at the papers on your desk, a small melancholic smile on your face before you looked up. "Your Highness--"

"Start calling me Oppa, too."

You blinked, not expecting those words to come out of Alver's mouth. You tried your best to stop smiling but you ended up with a downturned smile that caused Alver's leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waits for you.

"So, Oppa--" You looked at Alver's expression when you said it, seeing his smile widen when you did so. "I'm going to be planning a picnic to celebrate my first-ever undercover operation and Count Theodore being put in a cell."

"How morbid," Alver says. "Please have a good time for me."

You nodded. "Will do."

The call ended and you looked at the papers on your desk, some of them were about trading routes and deals with the Henituse family business while some were just some schedules for ships that are going out of the continent. You massaged your temple before rubbing your face, remembering the voice.

"Once you are prepared, board for the ship that heads the furthest  from the Western continent."

You bit the inside of your cheek. Were you ready yet to leave all of this? 

Before you could let yourself spiral into so many thoughts, a knock interrupted your train of thought. You gathered the papers and shoved them into an open drawer, exclaiming; "Uhm, come in!"

Beacrox appeared behind your door, pushing a trolley of food inside your study. Your shoulders slumped in relief when you saw him and welcomed him in with a smile, standing from your chair to sit down on the couch only after you gathered the papers again. "Thank you so much, Beacrox."

"Please have your meals on time," Beacrox reminded you with an expressionless face. "You could easily get sick."

Just as Beacrox was placing down your plates, you told him, "Beacrox, please lend me a hand to make some food. I want to take the others out for a picnic."

Beacrox nodded obediently. "When are you planning to hold this picnic?"

"Perhaps tomorrow afternoon," you told him. "Is that alright?"

"Yes. Then we have to prepare it early in the morning," he responded, taking the papers you were handing out so you could start eating. He noticed how you were circling some of the ship trades that are heading as far as possible and some were just ship routes that were scheduled soon. He unconsciously gripped at the paper, accidentally causing them to wrinkle as he sort them out. With a low voice, he questioned you, "Are you still planning on leaving?"

You tried to keep your face neutral when answering him. "I need to leave. I don't know when I'm going to be leaving or when I'm going to be back. I just know that I'm leaving."

Beacrox glanced to the side. "That's not a very wise traveling plan."

You smiled, shuffling a little bit and patting the spot next to you. "Come sit. I don't know when I'll be leaving, so I might as well make every interaction worth it."

To your disappointment, Beacrox shook his head and placed the stack of papers on your desk, all neat and sorted. "Thank you, but no thank you. As your plans on leaving are very uncertain, I don't think there's much to worry about."

You pursed your lips together into a line, playfully rolling your eyes. "Hm, a shame."

What a pleasant surprise it is for a few people to receive an invitation from a certain [h/c]-haired world-leaper early in the morning.

The first one to receive the DIY-ed invitation was the esteemed, Alver Crossman himself. The invitation was written by you, judging by the hurried handwriting he had been seeing for the last few weeks whenever you were handing in your reports. When he received it, he let out a laugh at the greeting which was written as "To my Oppa, His Highness Alver Crossman". Then there was his instructor, Choi Han, who laughed when he received his invitation, eager to see what was going to happen.

The next one to receive it was the feared Archmage, whose hair shone brightest during sunsets. When she received the invitation, Rosalyn was genuinely surprised. She had heard that you have been increasingly busy lately and hard to contact, so to see your handwriting on a plain envelope with no crest on the wax seal was a pleasant surprise. She hurriedly called for her little brother, Lock, after reading the contents of the invitation.

You sent out a letter to Cage, Jack, and Hannah as well. The three of them were surprised at your sudden invitation and immediately started preparing themselves for the event, interested to know what plans you have in store for them all. 

There was Eruhaben, who accepted your invitation with a raised eyebrow. You only smiled at him, telling him that it's very important and that you can't stay to chat for long because you still need so much to do while Beacrox waits for you, standing not too far behind you. Eruhaben only opened it after you left, shaking his head with a smile as he reads, "To our beloved Golden Dragon".

Then, there were Cale and the kids. 

Ron delivered the letter when Cale was still sleeping and the kids are just around, waiting for him to wake up. Cale opened his eyes and saw Ron waiting by his bed, holding a tray with a smile on his face. Cale was understandably spooked to see the assassin waiting by his bed, however, he was slightly confused to see the smile on Ron's face -- it was not the benign smile Ron usually sported, but it had a sense of defeat.

"What's wrong?" Cale asked, rising from his bed, red hair still messy and tangled with pillow marks on his pale face. 

Ron lowered his body a bit to show the letter on top of the tray he was holding. "A letter for you and the children, Young Master-nim."

"A letter?" Asked Ohn, interested as she crawled to sit beside Cale, both her and Hong in their human forms.

"Who's it from?" asked Hong, trying to peek at the messy handwriting on the envelope.

Cale noticed how plain the envelope was and the lack of a family crest on the wax seal. Your name was written on the plain envelope, messily scribbled as if you were in a hurry, however his name, Ohn, Hong, and Raon's name was written with great attention, with the loops and curves of classic calligraphy. He leaned to his headboard, Raon perching on his shoulders. 

"It's from [Name]," Cale stated, a bit amused. Why were you sending out letters when you live in the same estate as him?

"Read it, Human!" Raon says, watching Cale rip use the letter opener to open the envelope and take out the letter inside it, filled with your scribbles.

"Alright, let's see," Cale hummed, letting the kids lean to him as they wait for him to read. "Dear Ohn, Hong, Raon, and of course, Cale--"

"As you've all known, I have just succeeded in my first-ever plan and it being a disguise distraction makes it all better. Some things happened but at least we're all alive, right? His Highness Alver Crossman informed me that the files that were found by Choi Han and the kids were enough to incriminate Count Theodore and Baron Davis along with their lackeys. With that in mind, I would like to celebrate by holding a picnic at the park by the river on the outskirts of town.

So! You are being formally invited to [Name]'s celebratory picnic this afternoon! Please come and dine with me on the grassy fields of the Roan Kingdom!"

"Everyone has received your letter, Miss [Name]."

You sliced a sandwich into a triangle before looking up at Ron. "No, not everyone."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Beacrox, please." Beacrox moved to collect the sandwiches you just cut, putting them in a wrap before placing each one in a picnic basket while you're washing your hands in a wash basin. You dried them quickly with a clean cloth and then took out three envelopes from your apron.

"You both haven't received yours, also please give one to Hans," you told them, handing two to Ron while the other to Beacrox. "You're going to come, too, right?"

Ron and Beacrox glanced at each other and Beacrox raised an eyebrow, "We're going to come regardless you invited us or not."

"Yes, but as a servant," you retorted. "I want you to come as my guests. I want you to eat what I prepared, too."

Ron turned to Beacrox who shrugged. "They're not too bad."

You let out a gasp. "I am not that bad at cooking."

"Of course, Miss [Name]," Ron responded, a grin appearing on his face. "I trust my son's judgment."

"Ronnn!"

Beacrox decided to prepare the rest of the things needed for the picnic while you went to change out your clothes considering your previous one was splattered with sauces and cooking oil. You make sure to keep your makeup light and clothes not too stuffy, keeping the layers at a minimum and the fabrics cool for today's outing. You were planning on going to the spot earlier than others so you can prepare the place with Beacrox and Hans.

You had picked out a grassy field with a river nearby on the outskirts of town, pulling out a large blanket right underneath the shade of a tree. Winds were blowing your hair and dress as you enjoyed the weather, some leaves scattering to the air and passing by you. The sunlight felt warm and not too overbearing and you hummed at how kind the world was to let you have such nice weather for a picnic.

"[Name]!" Rosalyn's voice called for you.

You turned, seeing her running up to you with Lock not too far behind her. With a huge smile, she opens her arms and gathered you to her chest, squealing in excitement. "Oh, I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Rosie," you murmured, hugging her back, relishing in the warmth of her embrace.

"It's good to see you again, [Name]," Lock greeted you with a smile. You let go of Rosalyn to turn to him, grabbing his hands. 

"How have you been, Lock? I hope everything's been well for you," you cooed. "How's your training so far? Everything going well?"

"It's been well," Lock answered with a bashful smile. "I haven't made much progress but I can feel myself getting stronger and gaining more control over my Berserk transformation."

"That's great! You'll help me if I'm in trouble, won't you?" You teased, watching Lock's face go bright.

"Of course..."

"[Name]!" 

You turned to the childish voice, seeing Raon flying towards you while the kittens, now in their human forms, are running across the field to get to you. You see Cale, Choi Han, and Eruhaben, and further back Hannah, Jack, and Cage walking together. You let Raon ram his head to you, wrapping your arms around the dragon while Hong hugs your waist in greeting. Ohn stared at you, smiling as you return the hugs of her little siblings.

"A pleasant weather for a picnic," Eruhaben says when he reached you, looking up at the bright sky with a small smile.

"[Name], His Highness apologizes for not being able to attend," Choi Han informed with a small frown. "He's trapped by his mountains of paperwork."

You gave a sigh of defeat, the smile on your face still intact. "It's worth a try."

"You chose a nice spot for a day out," Eruhaben commented once Choi Han left to greet Rosalyn and Lock. You smiled at the old dragon, watching him looking around the area with a serene smile on his face. The sun felt warm and the breeze danced with the grass and leaves, some of them flying around far away, spinning in loops and circles as they go. Eruhaben began to walk past you, turning to you with a grin as he spoke, "Hopefully you didn't burn the picnic food."

You let out a scandalized gasp as your eyes follow him. "Did Ron tell you what happened?"

Eruhaben let out a huff, walking towards the picnic blanket, and joining the others. You made a mental note to torture the patriarch of the Molan house later with your incessant talking for tattling on your failed attempts of cooking something nice after a long time.

"Did you?"

You inhaled, the scent of grass and the wind filling your senses before turning around, face to face with the man who had been sitting at the back of your head for years even before he knew of you. His brown eyes looked into yours, gaze tender and curious while his lips are curled into a thin smile. One of his red brows is raised in question, pale skin seeming to glow underneath the sunlight. His red hair seemed so soft as the wind blew on them and despite the many times you have gripped at it while having your tongue down his throat, all you could think at the moment was to bury your nose to his head and sleep.

"It was grilled cheese, it's meant to be burnt," you yelled in exasperation. "And I made it for myself, not for the picnic!"

"Alright, calm down," Cale said, walking beside you while you both walked to where everyone had gathered, his hand on your back. Even though it was only a simple touch, it burned your skin and made you feel warm. "How was it? The grilled cheese?"

"Crispy and the cheese melted perfectly," you answered, kissing your fingertips to emphasize. Cale smiled as he look at you talk about how Ron had been on your ass because, for the second try, you used too much cheese, and scraping up the melted dried cheese from the pan using a fork sounded grating and shrill and 'how can you even be so casual while doing that'. 

Cale doesn't know much about your previous life, but considering how you had once told him you live alone, there was a possibility you had to cook for yourself to save on money or do food prep to make living less of a hassle. For someone who always encouraged living in the present and for the future, Cale always waited for the day you would talk of your past. How did you live? Did you live in a home or an apartment? What side of the bed do you sleep on? Do you like eating meals at the dining table or on the couch? Did you like washing as you go cook? Or are you the type to wash the dishes after making and eating the meal? How were your high school and uni days? Was there anyone special you ever had in your life?

"I want to try it someday," Cale professed. "Your cooking."

You smiled. "Well, lucky for you, the food for this picnic is made by yours truly."

"No," Cale responded. "I meant that I want you to cook for me someday."

You stopped walking to look at him with wide eyes. The thought of doing something so domestic with this man had crossed your mind more than a few times a day when you think of him, however, to hear from him directly that he wanted to do one of the things you've always imagined doing made your heart flutter. You gathered what was left of your confidence and leaned to his side, one hand wrapped around his waist. "Yeah? I'll cook for you and have Ron prepare an antidote in case you get poisoned."

"What a way to go," Cale murmured, his hand on your waist as you both walked together with smiles on your faces.

He tries to imagine another life where maybe you both can be together, living in an apartment a little bit bigger than his previous one as Kim Rok Soo. He imagines having a bathroom cupboard full of your makeup and perfumes, the sink cluttered with your skincare products -- your toothbrush in the same cup as his. He imagines helping you cook and laughing as your grilled cheese is burnt and stick to the pan, listening to you grumbling over how it'll be a bitch to scrub out and he'll offer to do it instead.

'Look at the kid,' said the thief, no doubt grinning if they had a physical body.

The Fire of Destruction chortled. 'All in love and shit.'

'He's happy, that's all that matters,' said the Super Rock with a laugh. 'They both are.'

The gluttonous priestess watched the whole scene through Cale's eyes. Her gaze lands on you who was always on Cale's peripherals despite the man sitting elsewhere. She sees you talking to the Saint of the Sun God, Jack, and the Holy Maiden, Hannah. The three of you seemed to discuss the picnic, the soft-spoken Saint speaking with a gentle smile while his sister grinned at you, teasing you by saying they'd probably need some potion after eating your food. When Cage presented a bottle of alcohol from her sleeves, you cheered loudly.

Perhaps it is her seeing things that aren't there, but the priestess sensed that something had shifted in your demeanor. While you're still friendly and generous with your smile, she could see that in your eyes, a sense of sadness and reluctance hid beneath them. The priestess was aware of your mental state sometimes and the past struggles that you have shared with Cale, but this was different. It reminded her too much of the days when she was forced to leave the temple due to her gluttony, something she cannot control.

It felt like you had a burden on your shoulders that you cannot put down and you were preparing yourself to suffer the consequences.

Instead of coveying what's on her mind, the gluttonous priestess chose to say what everyone else could see; 'She seems happy here.'

"Here's your sandwich," you say when you handed Cale a sandwich with a red polka-dot wrap. "Beacrox made sure every single ingredient is fresh and perfect. I'm pretty sure he inspected every grain of salt and pepper I used,"

The corner of Cale's lips quirked up into a grin as he unwraps the sandwich. "Yeah? You're fine with someone watching you cook?"

Your eyes widened, shaking your head while laughing. "No, do not do that. Beacrox and I have a bond your provocation cannot sever. Don't do that."

"Since when?" Cale questioned, his tone laced with mirth.

"Hey, we all know Beacrox is one gloomy guy, but he's nice," you answered. Cale's gaze landed on Beacrox who was handing out food to the others, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"When are you going to be back to the duchy?" Cale decided to change the topic. "Officially be back, I mean."

You sat down next to him, unwrapping your sandwich. "I'll be back to the duchy officially once my last paycheck from Alver comes in. You know I can't leave without that last paycheck."

Cale lets out a small huff while you laughed at your own words. "It seems the only way to keep you by my side is by giving you money."

You grinned. "Yeah, sadly your good looks and intellectual mind isn't enough for me to stay around."

Cale leaned back, tilting his head while looking at you. "Shame."

"Yeah, you have to work on scamming more bastards for us all," you say, knowing damn well you stayed because you were in love with him despite the many times he nearly pushes you into cardiac arrest with whatever complex he has to always carry his burdens himself.

"[Name], tell us about the operation you went to!" Rosalyn spoke up after swallowing her sandwich, prompting everyone to look at you with curiosity.

Every single letter that you sent out mentioned celebrating for the first time you were directly involved in the field, something Cale had always been against for years because he preferred to have you in the back of the line. While it did has its hiccups, at the very least the mission was a success and you got what you wanted; the man, Count Theodore himself, behind bars.

"The star of the show was her," Cale spoke up first when you were about to open your mouth. He finally took a bite of the sandwich and smiled at the taste, finding it not too entirely bad. 

"I had such a fun time!" You exclaimed to everyone. "It was an undercover mission and Cale went with me to be a distraction while Choi Han and the kids sneaked in to find the paperwork that could incriminate a bunch of nobles that's been pissing me off."

"Bet the list got longer when you worked in the Palace," Cage quipped before taking a sip from her bottle of alcohol. You're not very sure what beverage she's drinking but you trust her to hold her liquor.

"There were so many cases of money laundering and smuggling within the Palace," you told them, scratching your cheek. "His Highness is doing a great job of eliminating the corrupt nobles but some of them still managed to get under his nose. I'd like to think me actively despising most of the nobles working there helped him a great deal because I'm hard on them."

"If anyone there ever tries bothering you, you can just drop their name on a letter and send it to me." Rosalyn's tone was playful and filled with ease, but you know her intentions were anything but. No matter how beautiful she looks when she smiled, ruby eyes squinting, no one can forget the amount of destruction the woman could do. 

"Remember to do everything with reason," Cale reminded the woman, his tone nonchalant. 'Find a good reason to fuck them up' was not said but was understood.

"Of course, Young Master-nim," the archmage flashed a charming smile, in tune with Cale's intentions.

"This is a picnic to celebrate me being in the field for the first time, not for you both to plan a political dispute all over again," you remind the two red-heads, digging into the picnic basket and taking out more food. "The kids can go run around after they finish their food. I want to frolic."

Upon hearing that, Raon's ears perked up, walking to you with big eyes. "You'll explore with us?"

You smiled. "Of course. Why not? The day is bright and the sun isn't too hot. It's a good day to have fun in the field."

"Just don't go out of the field," Cale told the dragon, patting his head. 

Cale stayed in the shade of the tree with the others when you and Choi Han accompanied the kids to frolic around the place, the kittens running around while Raon is trying to get his back scratched while laying on the tall blades of grass. You were walking beside Choi Han, one hand lifting some of your long skirt, the other holding onto Choi Han's hand.

Cale remembered today as one of the days he wished his slacker life would be full of. He will keep on yearning for days where he could sit down and enjoy the weather, safe underneath the tree shade while hearing the low murmurs of everyone talking around him, focusing on you and the kids instead. He can see you grabbing onto your dress as the kittens run around your legs, trying to get you to fall and enjoy the grass with them, Choi Han watching with a smile on his face. Raon jumped onto your front and it successfully made you tumble to the ground, laying on your back. 

"Han! Help me!" You exclaimed in in-between joyful laughter. Choi Han makes a half-hearted attempt to get you to stand up and when you did, you broke out into a sprint.

"Catch her!" Ohn screamed, chasing after you with her siblings. 

Your face broke out into a large grin at how free it was to run up a hill, to feel the sun on your face, and the wind blowing your hair into a hot mess. In this place, nothing that you have been terrified all your life exist. There is no mother to berate you, no father that does nothing but lay on the couch and leaving the food cabinets empty for weeks, and no reminders of friends that have loved and left you.

When you reach the top of the hill, you saw a port not too far, swarmed with people and a couple of ships and boats on the docks. The open sea glimmered under the sunlight, the water surface looking like glass. It makes you nearly emotional seeing such a beautiful sight because all your life, you had been so sheltered and all the places you've walked to aimlessly have led you nowhere joy could be found.

"Find me."

That foreign, yet comforting voice finally, finally decided to speak once again and you find your heart hurting. 

"Find me, and you'll find yourself."

You look out at the line where the horizon meets the sea, your chest feeling so stuffed that you thought your heart was going to come up to your throat. You'd vomit out the organ if it meant ridding the dread that was creeping up on your chest.

"There," said the voice, a pleasant lilt in his voice.

Was he aware of your dread and laughing in your face or was he simply happy to know you know what to do? Either way, this selfish want of yours was going to rip away the last bit of happiness you have left in your life.

"You will find me there."

Your eyes began to get glossy and you closed your eyes, reminding yourself that today was a happy day. Today, you are surrounded by the warmth of the bright sun, winds blowing your hair, foot itchy from the sharp blades of grass, and heart full of joy and love from the loves ones you have with you today.

Right now, you are free and loved and nothing else matters.

You turned around, just in time when the kids ran up to you. You managed to hold your ground when they ran into your chest, giving them all a tight hug. 

"Why'd you stop running?" Asked Hong, taking a peek behind your shoulder. 

"Don't feel like rolling down the hill," you mumbled into his fur, hugging him tightly. "I enjoyed today with you guys, you know that right?"

Ohn sat on your shoulder, feeling the shaky exhale you were letting out. She desperately wanted to ask about what was bothering you but she feared being brushed away by you again -- you were like that, always changing topics and turning down any chance whenever anyone wanted to know how you were doing. She had seen the adults, especially Cale trying to get the answer out of you and it invoked a strange sense of inferiority within her, to know you will never truly open up your heart to her because even though she understands, you will always see her as a child.

Ohn has always see you as a big sister, perhaps even more as a mother. She confides to you and wished desperately for the day you do the same to her will come soon, but she'll always be a child in your eyes. 

"[Name]!" 

You looked up to see Rosalyn and Lock running up the hill to chase after you all, with wide smiles on their faces. The red-headed mage dusted the back of your dress from the grass blades and dirt, laughing at how dirty your dress had become. Lock gave you a sympathetic smile, "That looked like a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you answered and Rosalyn snorted. "Your dress isn't though. We might need to buy a new one. It's got little tears."

"It's fine," you answered. "I won't be needing a new one."

[mixelation]

In your last ask about Tori being reborn into Naruto, one of the tags mentions the akatsuki being reborn? Do you mind going into that? As in the akatsuki being reborn into different villages after they die?

no, the premise is more like a time travel fic where the time travelers end up in their younger bodies. so the akatsuki are still themselves but now they have.... Future Knowledge(tm). i've been going back and forth a lot on how this would change their decision making processes because obviously some of them could have huge effects on the canon plot. kakuzu, for example, is old enough he could probably prevent any ninja village from being founded in he played his cards right.

some ideas:

i am intrigued by the idea of kakuzu killing hashirama and preventing konoha from ever happening, but also this isn't the story to explore that. instead he decides to fuck off and be a missing-nin earlier, because he doesn't want to fuck with his village any more than he has to

hidan makes zero changes to his life. good job, hidan

sasori still makes himself a puppet, but maybe does it when he's older? like i feel like when i was 16 i was like "yeah, being a teenager forever is a good idea" but as an adult i'm like "but sasori would be so hot if he actually looked 35?" also he might get taller. so i think with the wisdom of age he might wait a bit. i also feel like he might have the motivation/ability to interfere in how the war that killed his parents went (i think it was the second one?) but that's another moving piece i'm still rotating

i haven't decided how this is going to play out in plasticity, but for this AU let's say konan and pein understand zetsu/obito's roles in ruining the world. they preemptively murder obito, oops. depending on how they do this (and how aware minato is of how obito died), it means ame's relationship with konoha could look REAL different. also not 100% sure what i want to do with yahiko/ame in general. still rotating this part

konan and pein's intervention does mean minato & kushina are still alive and kicking. itachi is confused but he's going with this. danzo's still a slimeball but the massacre isn't really on the table anymore. i'm also leaning towards a scenario where itachi is really, really bad at pretending to be A Normal Child and ends up in ANBU even earlier and is confused about why he's unhappy with this

without obito around to brainwash the mizukage, kiri is more stable and kisame is just chugging along there (although he's firmer about turning down some missions--- and good enough no one can really argue with him)

Deidara's origin story in Plasticity is that his family is just some farmers with proto-mouth hands and Iwa is paying them to churn out a bunch of children to see if they can make a new bloodline limit. Some of the gamete donors are likely ninja, but Deidara was born on a farm and not slorped up into the Iwa system never to see his family again until he was Academy age. Post time travel, Deidara remembers family never paid much attention to him, and he has no reason to want to go back to Iwa, so he just runs away at like age 5

The crux of all this is that none of them actually knows the entire akatsuki has time traveled. Like Nagato and Konan obviously know the other one time traveled and everyone is aware this timeline is Different, but it hasn't occurred to anyone to seek out other members and they don't bump into each other organically because they're all in very different parts of the world. Since she's the main character, obviously Tori gets to the catalyst for people running into each and pointing like the spiderman meme

Since Tori doesn't HAVE a family in Ninjaland to be reborn into, she's brought up as an orphan in a ninja clan that unaffiliated with any village. I just like the idea that there's still some of these kicking around. Since she's not a real part of the family, she gets treated like shit and doesn't really get formal ninja training. B U T the family heads are entering Cahoots with Orochimaru and he's like: what's this? Spare orphans???

Orochimaru obviously eventually completely fucks over the family (maybe they have some interesting kekkai genkai/jutsu he just runs off with while their home burns), but Tori knows exactly what to say and how to act to get into his good graces. But ALSO she's acutely aware she's playing a very dangerous game and abandons ship a few years later, preferably in a very dramatic way where she screws over Orochimaru as much as she can.

(Revenge? She's not worried about that. This is only endearing herself to him.)

I'm going back and forth on what her ~abilities~ are, but I want to keep that she has no elemental affinity. I also can't see her as someone whose gut reaction to a situation would be "I can fight my way out of this" even if she's technically been trained to be competent at it. What she DOES have is a new and creative ways to push the field of fuinjutsu forward. Also toyed around with the idea of misappropriating medical jutsu to fuck shit up? she is not a taijutsu specialist but you should not fight her hand-to-hand, oops

(also, yes, she can throw knives now)

Tori is right between Deidara and Itachi in age so I was thinking while she's wandering around as a 12 year old feral ninja or whatever she is, she somehow runs into Deidara? And then something goes EXTREMELY WEIRD and they both end up in Konoha. This Deidara is technically affiliated with Iwa, but he was never one of them and he's obviously a genius, so I think most of Konha leadership would be like :EYES EMOJI: at him? Tori was affiliated with Konoha's scariest missing-nin, so.... that's suspicious, but also something something she's deidara one friend and that kid needs someone else's braincell.

so, my EXTREMELY convoluted and cracktastic take was then: Minato needs to do something super sneaky at a Chunin Exam for some reason. He wants to send in a fake genin team as entrants, but he'd prefer to use younger shinobi so there's less suspicion. Kushina has been bugging him for a genin team for years. He gives her the extra super special DISASTER team of Itachi, Deidara and Tori*

*tbh i don't super like kushina but i like the idea of her as tori's mentor. their personalities are VERY different but i think kushina would ave a lot of sympathy for a young girl trying to settle into a foreign village, oh and also do you want to do something wild with yogurt

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: Orion and the Dark

You know? I remember playing Pajama Sam 1 many moons ago and to this day I find it lovely to play. Great characters, incredible artwork, the differing routes each playthrough which I didn't even realize until then, and the ending which really stuck with me. That what was kept me anticipating Orion and the Dark, as I felt it was that spiritual successor I never knew I wanted. It sucks that Dreamworks dropped this onto streaming like it was nothing, not even on the site they own no less, but I genuinely looked forward to this and that's what matters. Now that it's out, let it be known I can't believe this will be the first Charlie Kaufman film for me. Just saying, any interest in his previous movies is gonna feel like whiplash.

Just imagining some kid loving Orion & is eventually in awe for a movie called I'm Thinking of Ending Things

To truly start this review, this might be the best kino non-Pixar Pixar movie Dreamsworks ever made. I didn't think of it having the whole "what if X had feelings" factor until now but I actually like that they take it not only in a reasonable direction, but twists the dynamic in a way Pixar honestly hasn't done since... Toy Story 4 I guess? No spoilers, but I enjoyed that Darkness and his entity friends have their insecurities, this is before they all met Orion, and they take that in a very great if offputting direction. Plus I love that they were able to personify these elements I didn't actually think about when it came to night time. They also present the biggest problem with the movie and that's the lack of real camaraderie with the entities and Orion. You enjoy the friendship between the boy and Darkness, but they streamline the bond Orion has with the others and that really makes the story hit or miss depending on if you grow to care about them. I brought up Pixar and yeah, while they have their great individual moments they don't have the same effectiveness dynamic wise as the emotions from Inside Out. Also small nitpick, but I didn't like that Dark's name is "Dark" and not "Darkness"; doesn't roll of the tongue, you know?

Plus we didn't get Orion and Dark playing Cheese & Crackers like missed opportunity of the year

Now again, this is my first Charlie Kaufman film, but I was familiar with his writing style and I gotta say I loved what he does with the structure of the story. It's a story within a story where as soon as the curtain is pulled, I was fully hooked. I love how Orion essentially helps himself overcome some of his fears both thanks to unexpected but welcomed help and developing his own confidence. It was clever how when you put a face on a fear, that fear slowly fades but the film shows that it's not something capable of a cure. Orion's neuroses dilate thanks to this adventure, he probably wouldn't have lived to tell it if otherwise, but it presents that growing up doesn't mean everything will work out perfectly or immediately. Does it do a lot to get to that point? Yes, but I felt the risks paid off in a way I don't think I've seen before in a story like this. I know as a kid I didn't have constant paralyzing premonitions regarding the worse outcomes imaginable like Orion, but on some level I remember what it's like and how it'll still fester your mind as you get older. This film, pun unintended, gets dark on a personal level and will probably stick with me long after watching it.

Can't say this scene broke me, but damn did it get close

Orion and the Dark impressed me as something thought-provoking, that does a lot more than being another adapted storybook. Is it an insanely masterful modern Dreamworks movie like Puss in Boots 2? No, even with its great subversions the movie doesn't juggle everything as well as I hoped. Then again, I highly appreciate that this was a risky movie Dreamworks was willing to release, that got both Kaufman and Werner Herzog of all people on board, as opposed to shelving it like some companies I know. A movie that doesn't spell everything out, that gets to be a family movie not constantly upbeat but colorful and optimistic in all the right ways. Orion deserves a chance where I think everyone will have interesting takeaways even if it won't be their favorite Dreamworks film in recent years. I'm overall glad I saw it and kinda want to see it again soon for missed details.

4 Out Of 5; The night truly shined with this one.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

God. I am mad. The original Avatar movie is good. But some deleted scenes made the movie less cool and didn't make sense. How come people don't mind watching the long movie of the godfather? All deleted avatar scenes should have been in the movie. Who agrees?

Anyway. I am rewriting this scene.

You, Grace, Norman, and Jake were away from the base and were in the large container that held two link pods in site 26.

It was great to be away from the soldiers at the base. They were mean and rude. Like brutes. They would bully the scientists like yourself, mock you guys, and worst of all you guys don't get paid well.

The Marines got the best all the damn time. Selfridge would spoil them. The miners and other staff at least were human. Like any group. Some were bad and good. Marines were all bad.

Why? You thought it was in your head. But, the Marines would leer and stare at you in a weird way. You were used to being ogled all your life since your first cry. But this felt different. The Marines would nickname you as future security. You wondered what that meant. Oh, well.

You were washing the breakfast dishes one morning.  You fed Jake and Grace before they laid on their link pods. Of course you and Norman ate too but Norman was not going to work as an Avatar today. He had to summarize the video logs of Jake and Grace.

While your hand was wet with soap and water. Your cellphone rang. It was from Trudy.

"Good morning, Trudy." You dried your hand with a clean dish rag.

"Yo, Name." Trudy's voice sounded different. Something was wrong. She was usually confident and carefree. Now, she sounded nervous. "I am flying my chopper and I am coming to site 26 with Colonel Quaritch."

Your eyes widened. What? The head of security Colonel Miles Quaritch coming here? You heard bad stuff about him. How he is mean and rude. Only kind to his Marine soldiers. He hated scientists. Many times he tried to shut the program down. But you would convince Selfridge to ignore him. Finally, he gave up.

Despite never meeting or seeing him, you hated him and you were sure he felt the same way since you always manage to make the boss ignore his demands over the science departments.

You didn't want to see the jerk ever. Now, it's the time.

"Why is he coming here Trudy? Are we in trouble?"

"I think-"

"Hello, Trudy?"

The phone hung up.

You quickly ran out of the container for Norman. He had to collect some plants. You found him and told him what just happened. He felt scared too. 

The Colonel made Trudy hung up the call. He was becoming more pissed. Sully betrayed him on the video camera. Now this. Fuck.

"Did I tell you to announce us?" The Colonel snapped at Trudy.

She apologized. The colonel was then curious. It was a personal call not a professional announcement.

"Who did you call anyway?" The Colonel asked 

Trudy said your full name. She noticed something weird in the older man's eyes. Trudy felt fear for you. Did she put you in danger?

"She is on site 26?"

"Sir, she has been there for the last four months."

The colonel's jaw tightened. Oh, shit Trudy thought. 

The Colonel was looking for your scrawny ass since you left. He didn't know where. The information he wanted was only allowed to those limp dick science majors. 

Fuck! He walked away from the cockpit to 

announce orders to his squad. Ain't this a bitch?

The colonel saw you from afar when Sully came to the base. You were new. To his displeasure, you were a lab coat. A cute girl on the other side with his enemies. Worst of all, assigned with Augustine of all people. A tree loving hippie who was friends with Navis. That's what you were. He tried to ignore your lovely face but you would tease him in his dreams and thoughts. It was itching and gnawing him alive. 

So, he tried to shut the program many times. But your smart ass would always win against him. He wanted you to come beg for his aid and in return, he will make you suck his dick and more. But, you evaded him. You never met or saw him. And it bothered him. The girl he loved never thought of his existence. It caused him anger. Now, he will punish you and will use Sully's betrayal as an excuse. 

A grin curled his sadistic lips. Maybe this day is not that shitty. Thanks to Sully. He will use him to have you. 

As expected a chopper came and landed next to the container. The door slammed wide open and you heard multiple men come inside. Norman tried to explain why it is not safe to interrupt the link in process to someone. Then you saw him….

A handsome and tanned elderly man with scars in his scalp and muscles all over him pushed Norman away from him. Then Norman was slammed hard against the wall. 

"Norman!" You crouched down to help your friend stand up. But then you felt someone grab your forearm away from him. It was that man. Was he the Colonel?

He looked as if he wanted to punch you. You were scared. You have never seen a man hit a woman all your life. Besides little children fighting at school and games. Not even your own father would hit you. Suddenly, you wished your father was alive to protect you now. 

The Colonel sneered and pulled you away from Norman and you tripped on your feet and fell hard on your ass. 

The Colonel forced Grace and Jake out of their pods. Then you flinched when the Colonel punched poor Jake. 

"The fuck is going on!?" Grace bellowed. Just then one of the soldiers was about to cuff her. 

"don't touch her." You stood in front of your friend, Grace.

The soldier seemed scared of you. A marine scared of a scrawny scientist. He backed away with his hands up. But poor Norman and Jake were cuffed. 

"Hey, buttercup. I'll see you at the hacienda." The Colonel looked down at Grace. He then scoffed at Norman. "Dopey too."

Finally, Trudy came. 

You walked up to her. "Trudy, can you please tell me why-"

You then felt a fist scrunch up your long hair into a ball. You hissed in pain.

 The Colonel glared at  Trudy. "don't get comfy, Captain. We ain't stayin'."

You were dragged by the hair out of the container. Since you were a little different thanks to chemical imbalances. You were able to breathe the air without a mask. 

"don't touch, Name! She is innocent!" Grace yelled behind you. 

The Colonel continued walking but his hold around your scalp tightened. Without warning. The mean man pushed you inside the chopper. He then climbed inside and grabbed your arm to make you sit. Sadly, he sat next to you on your left. Then on your right, a shaved head marine with tattoos sat on your right with a big gun. 

You felt helpless. Grace sat across from you struggling with her cuffs.

The chopper landed at the base. The Colonel grabbed you out of the chopper. "You're coming with us too." He hissed at you. 

You were dragged to a room with the latest high tech computers. There stood Selfridge waiting. The elderly man pushed you down to sit on an empty office chair. 

You watched the chat. And the video. Sully broke the security camera of a bulldozer. He didn't do anything wrong. 

You were quiet but then it happened. 

"Shut your pie hole!" The entire room staff turned their heads to the colonel. Grace clenched her teeth. "Or what Ranger Rick. You gonna shoot me?" She sarcastically mocked.

The Colonel had a weird look in his eye you noticed. Blood thirsty. "I can do that." He challenged.

You shared a worried look with Norm. He wasn't joking. 

"You need to muzzle your dog."

………….

Grace tried to explain to Selfridge but he laughed at her and insulted all your science friends. Then the Colonel showed a video log of Jake. 

Then the worst news was shared. Jake was Quaritch's spy. 

You couldn't believe it. All your reports were seen by the enemy Colonel.

The boss declared he will shut the program and will send all scientists home to earth. You stood up to pack your belongings. But then the muscled chest of the Colonel stopped you. He had a sick shit eating grin on his handsome face.

You were detained into a cell. The Colonel said that you were a spy for the Navis. And he would personally watch you 

You hung your head low. Your scalp still burned from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. You then heard a noise and looked up to see him.

His arms were crossed and he was studying you. 

The Colonel excused the security man and turned off the cameras. Then he stepped in your cell. 

You blinked in curiosity.

He finally had you. His precious name. You were finally in his arms. He had been trying to get his greedy hands on you since he saw you when you arrived at the base. But you would evade him with your brain. 

Now, your cleverness will not save you now. 

He will enjoy you all right. He will use excuses to keep you a prisoner. His prisoner. 

Fuck. You were so damn cute. 

He caught an angel. 

I really like this scene. I am always rewriting it. Hehe.

[ninjakk]

JC suspected something from the very beginning

JC was always suspicious of WWXs feelings for LWJ from the start. A lot of people claim he didn't have a clue... But that's simply not the case.

First and foremost, MXTX has actually stated in interviews that JC was creeped out by the way WWX acted around LWJ from the start. He noticed WWX acted like a flirty girl who had a crush whenever he was around LWJ and it just didn't sit right with him. Here's a link to a translation of it if you want to check it out.

If you don't trust the interview just take a look at his reactions whenever he's around WWX acting like a lovesick puppy. When I first read the novel, as I have previously stated, I was not aware of it being a danmei. But I found JCs uneasiness around WWX when he was talking about or interacting with LWJ, very disturbing from the start.

He noticed from the very beginning that WWX acted differently with LWJ. That WWX treated him differently to how he treated others. Granted JC didn't put a label on it, probably due to his homophobia and the fact he deemed WWX useful as his future subordinate - but he noticed nevertheless. JC is many things, but he is not stupid. He knows how useful WWX will be as they get older, he knows how talented and smart WWX is. JC also knows how loyal and fiercely protective WWX is to those he cares about. WWX feels indebted to JCs family and the Sect that took him in - which JC also finds useful.

With all the above in mind, he was reluctant to fully confront his suspicions of WWXs sexuality. JC is literally showing signs of a homophobe who is in denial about the sexuality of someone who is close to them. He would rather not focus on exactly what makes him feel uncomfortable about WWX and LWJ being together. Instead JC tries to keep them apart and converts his discomfort into anger towards WWX and hatred towards LWJ. In his eyes LWJ is the reason why he feels this way. LWJ makes WWX act differently, which makes him feel uncomfortable - so he needs to make sure they stay apart.

Chapter 14

Wei WuXian, “He hates me already? I wanted to apologize to him.” Jiang Cheng sneered, “Apologizing now? Too late! Like his uncle, he surely thinks that you are evil and unruly to the core, and didn’t bother to pay you any attention.” Wei WuXian thought otherwise. He chuckled, “Who cares if he ignored me? Does he look pretty?” After a thought, he realized that Lan WangJi did look pretty. And so, he happily threw away his desire to twitch his lips.

JC has already noticed WWX gravitating towards LWJ and how he seems to desire his attention. Heck, he's probably noticed how WWX has already mentioned how good looking LWJ is a few times and they only arrived at the CR yesterday! Either way, JC notices how desperate WWX is for LWJ's attention, even though he ignores him. So, JC immediately starts to basically gaslight WWX in an attempt to keep him away from LWJ.

As we can see from the above, WWX refuses to believe that LWJ hates him, for now at least. WWX is already very much attracted to LWJ by this point, even though he doesn't quite understand his feelings. He can't keep his eyes off him, his thoughts away from him or indeed himself from gravitating towards him whenever he is near. It's all very cute! The sentence about him not caring if LWJ ignores him is all bravado for the boys. Because the reader is able to see that he does indeed think LWJ is pretty and doesn't smile at his little joke in the end.

Chapter 15

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, “What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it’s a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!” Wei WuXian spoke, “I really wanted to apologize to him, but he never paid attention to me. He silenced me for so many days, so what’s wrong with me having a little fun with him? I presented him the book with a nice intention. HuaiSang-xiong, what happened to your treasured porn was really a pity. I didn’t even get to finish it; it was so good! Lan Zhan definitely doesn’t understand proper relationships. I gave it to him, yet he was still unhappy. It’s such a waste of that face of his.” Nie HuaiSang blurted, “It’s not a pity at all! You can have as many as you want.” Jiang Cheng sneered, “You’ve seriously offended both Lan WangJi and Lan QiRen. Just wait for your death tomorrow! Nobody’s gonna bury your corpse.” Wei WuXian waved his hands, putting his arm around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders, “Who cares, as long as I tease him first? You’ve already buried my corpse so many times, so what’s wrong with once more?” Jiang Cheng responded with a kick, “Shoo, shoo, shoo! Next time, if you do such a thing, don’t let me know! Don’t ask me to watch, either!”

WWX was ecstatic about finally getting LWJ's attention. If LWJ won't give him attention when he is being friendly, he'll just incessantly tease him until he gets something out of him instead. JC is not impressed by this at all. He just can't understand why WWX is so fixated with LWJ. He mentions being concerned about him bringing shame on the Sect.. but this is just him trying to justify his anger. JC doesn't seem to mind WWX or himself ignoring the rules later when they break curfew, drink and gamble. He only gets annoyed when LWJ is mentioned. JC goes on to say that he doesn't want to know or see when he is messing around with LWJ. This could be taken as an offhanded remark, but to me he just doesn't like to witness or hear about his 'strange' behaviour with LWJ.

Chapter 16

Wei WuXian’s paddle lightly glided through the water, and the boat’s speed quickened, so that he was right next to Lan WangJi’s boat. He spoke, “Lan Zhan, I didn’t splash water on you on purpose. Water ghouls are really clever. If I said it out loud, they would’ve heard it and got away. Hey, don’t ignore me. Why don’t you look at me, Second Young Master Lan?”Lan WangJi finally condescended and gave him a glance, “Why did you come?” Wei WuXian spoke with sincerity, “I’m here to apologize to you. Last night was my fault. I was wrong.” Lan WangJi’s countenance was slightly dark, most likely because he still didn’t forget how Wei WuXian “apologized” to him. Wei WuXian asked although he knew the answer, “Why do you look so gloomy? Don’t worry. Today, I’m really here to help.” Jiang Cheng couldn’t watch the scene any longer, “If you want to help, then stop chattering and come here!”

It's a bit strange for JC to not be able to watch the above scene any longer... It's only WWX apologising for his antics the night before and trying to explain why he splashed water at him not long ago. Why would this annoy JC so much he had to stop them from talking? Since he has already reprimanded WWX earlier for embarrassing their Sect by being unruly - wouldn't he be happy that WWX was trying to fix things and clear any animosity between the two Sects? Unless of course, it has nothing to do with WWX 'disgracing' the Sect, and everything to do with his sudden attachment to LWJ.

Chapter 17

Suddenly, Wei WuXian felt his collar tighten, and he was lifted into the air. He turned around to see Lan WangJi holding the back of his collar with one hand. Although Lan WangJi merely looked into another direction with an indifferent look, he and his sword carried the weight of three people, and fought with the mysterious force of the lake at the same time. Moreover, their position was still rising at a steady pace. Jiang Cheng was rather shocked, If I went down to pull Wei WuXian before him, using Sandu, I probably couldn’t have ascended so quickly and steadily. Lan WangJi is only around my age… At this point, Wei WuXian spoke, “Lan Zhan, your sword is quite strong, isn’t it? Thank you, thank you. But why did you pull my collar? Can’t you hold on to me? I don’t feel comfortable if you do this. Why don’t I stretch my hand to you and you can grab it?” Lan WangJi replied with a cold voice, “I do not have physical contact with others.” Wei WuXian, “We’re already this familiar with each other, so how am I ‘others’?” Lan WangJi, “We are not.” Wei WuXian pretended to be hurt, “You can’t do this…” Jiang Cheng really couldn’t hold it any more. He scolded, “You can’t do this!!! Can’t you speak a few sentences less while you’re held in mid-air by your collar?!”

It's quite a subtle scene, but WWX still can't help but flirt with LWJ even though he's dangling from his collar in mid air over a deadly waterborne abyss! WWX wanted LWJ to hold onto him instead and pouted when he wouldn't let him. It's quite sweet how much he wants LWJs attention so badly to be honest. JC isn't impressed with WWX acting this way with LWJ and couldn't hold his anger in any more, shouting at him to effectively shut up.

Chapter 18

Jiang Cheng was somewhat surprised, “Lan WangJi? Why did he come? He still dared to come see you?” Wei WuXian replied, “Yeah, I also thought that he should be praised for having the courage to come see me. He was probably told by his uncle to come check if I was kneeling properly.” Jiang Cheng instinctively felt a foreboding sensation, “Were you kneeling properly?” Wei WuXian, “I was kneeling properly. After he was some distance away, I found a stick and started to dig in the dirt. The pile beside your foot. There’s an ant hole there that I went through tons of trouble to find. When he turned his head, he saw that my shoulders were shaking, and he definitely thought that I was crying. He even came back to ask me. You really should have seen his expression as he saw the ant hole.” “...” Jiang Cheng spoke, “You should get lost and go back to Yunmeng as soon as possible! I don’t think that he wants to see you ever again.” And so, on that night, Wei WuXian packed up his things and returned to Yunmeng with Jiang FengMian.

This scene is really telling to the reader. Why would JC have a foreboding sensation... WWX is already in a whole lot of trouble, why would him not kneeling properly make any difference? It's because the foreboding feeling isn't about that. It's about the fact LWJ came to see WWX. Their developing relationships is what gives JC the uneasy feeling. WWX practically confirms LWJ was concerned about him when he tells JC that LWJ came back to check on him, because he thought he was crying. It's very sweet of LWJ and shows he does indeed care about WWX. So it's a bit strange for JC to react by reaffirming that LWJ hates him and urging him to leave. It's quite a statement considering LWJ was worried WWX was upset and only caught him playing around with a bloody ant hole! JC just can't wait to get WWX far away from LWJ - it's that simple.

A year later, when JC witnesses WWX pining after LWJ at the archery competition during the Qishan Discussion Conference. JC turns and walks away, because he can't stand watching the way WWX acts around him. And later still, JC gets angry at WWX once more.

Chapter 45

Lan WangJi turned around and walked alone toward the outside of the range. Jiang Cheng came over and asked, “What did you do, this time? Didn’t I tell you not to tease him? Your day just won’t be complete unless you dig your own grave at least once, huh?” Wei WuXian shrugged, “I said that his forehead ribbon was crooked. I was tricking him the first time but the second time was real. He didn’t believe me and got mad. I didn’t pull off his forehead ribbon on purpose. Why do you think he’s so angry? He’s not even participating in the contest anymore.” Jiang Cheng mocked, “Isn’t it clear? It’s because he especially hates you!”

JC's comments here are very interesting. He has just indicated to the reader that after WWX's little scene before the start of archery competition, he has had words with WWX. He stated he had told WWX not to tease LWJ. From the sounds of it, JC must have been more annoyed than he let on during their original encounter, as he just tutted and walked away obviously not wanting to watch them anymore. As I have mentioned in a previous post, the scene prior to this is undeniably flirty and brimming with sexual tension - so we can only imagine how uncomfortable seeing this would have made JC feel. That being said, JC actually turned away prior to WWX forcing LWJ to brush up against him and watching him walk away. So he didn't see the whole thing, yet he's obviously angry enough to speak to him about it just as the competition was starting.

The last comment JC makes in the above quote, is just dripping with vexation. Again, he tries to reaffirm LWJ hates WWX. He uses this opportunity to further his one man smear campaign against LWJ, trying to halt WWXs feelings towards him in the process.

We continue to see glimpses of JCs underlying uneasiness throughout the novel. I could pull up nearly every encounter WWX has with LWJ in his first life and JC would have some snarky comments about it all. Always reinforcing that LWJ hates WWX, trying and eventually succeeding in driving a wedge between them.

I think it's hard to deny that JC did notice something between the two. JCs overreaction during each encounter WWX and LWJ have with each other, is the start of his deeply-seated discomfort - which continues to grow into the ugly homophobia he starts to display over the course of the novel.

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Firstly, absolutely love your one shots of klaroline!

Second, if you are still taking oneshot ideas; I would love a one shot with the premise of Klaus and Caroline meeting and are getting close, and oblivious interested in each other then when he attempts to ask her out, she joking says she has a hot date with an english accent and points to Rebecca and misinterprets as the guy behind her ( Enzo or someone else) and becomes slightly moppy and avoids her. And the guys can be teasing klaus about his rejection. She finds out during girls night/ a gathering by accident and has to find him and is worried that she lost her chance.

I feel like you are one of the people that might be able to do this storyline some justice.

One day, someone will ask me, hey, give me a list of the times you felt the most shameful in your life, and this? Me responding to an ask sent to me freaking months ago will be at the top. I'm so, incredibly sorry for the delay, I hope this does it justice! I changed it up a little bit since I don't have the time to write long drabbles, but I hope this is good too!

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“This is a complete waste of my time.”

Klaus sighed and turned to his prat of a younger brother, who was grumbling and fiddling with his tie next to him. “Yes, Kol, I heard you the first two times.”

“Well, this isn’t fair,” Kol whined. “I don’t even know the man, why am I even here?”

“Because I was supposed to bring a guest, and Stefan was busy. Quit whining about it, will you? It’s not like you're getting a bad deal out of this.”

“I can get food and music at home as well, Nik.”

“Well, you can't get a date sitting on the couch, and that’s why you're here.”

“So your sole purpose for bringing me here was to find me a date?” Kol deadpanned.

“No, my sole purpose for bringing you here is that everyone was bringing a guest and I didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t,” Klaus said irritably. “Grow up, Kol. You're been crying about meeting someone new for ages, here’s your chance.”

Kol grumbled and walked away from him, muttering something about infuriating older brothers. Klaus smirked and took another drink off the tray, nearly jostling someone behind him.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” said a voice, and Klaus turned around to see a lovely woman blinking at him, looking frazzled. “My mind really is somewhere else today, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“No harm, no foul, love,” he replied smoothly, handing her a glass. “You're fine.”

She smiled, and Klaus felt the corners of his own mouth tick up when she did. “Thanks. I'm Caroline.”

“Klaus. Who are you with, bride or groom?”

Caroline winced. “Technically no one. I'm here as a guest of a guest.” She winked, and Klaus grinned. “I'm visiting for the wedding. Rebekah and my friend brought me.”

“That’s funny, Bekah’s never mentioned you. Remarkable, you seem like the woman who’d leave a lasting impression on someone.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Bekah’s an ass. We haven't seen each other in a while, maybe that’s why. We were in college together, roommates for two months while mine travelled. Funny you think that’d make you mention—”

A small spark of memory kindles itself in the back of Klaus’s mind. “Caroline? You're Caroline?”

Caroline’s eyes sparkled. “So you have heard of me.”

“A few times.” More than a few, if he was being honest. Rebekah had raved about her friend in college, but he hadn't paid any mind to her, she had gone through friends like tissues at the time. This one seemed to have stuck, however.

And how thankful he was for that, Rebekah befriending the lovely woman in front of him.

“How do you know Rebekah?” Caroline asked, her eyes lingering on his face.

“She’s my little sister.”

Caroline’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “Oh. So you're one of her gazillion brothers.”

“She’s never mentioned me? I'm hurt,” he replied, placing a hand on his chest in mock offence.

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You're one of the only brothers Bekah does talk about. But Elijah is a strong contender too. Where is he, by the way, I haven't seen him.”

“Oh, he had a bit of business to wrap up at his firm, said he’s be a bit late. But no matter, I can keep you company instead. And I assure you quite thoroughly, love, I'm much more interesting than Elijah is.”

Caroline shook her head, a smile escaping her. “If that was your attempt at a pick-up line, it was terrible.”

“Do you need me to be more obvious, then?” Klaus asked her innocently. “Very well, then. Caroline, could I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar.”

“Well, you could just sit next to me and grace me with your presence,” he offered, dimpling, barely resisting the urge to smirk when Caroline’s cheeks turned red.

“I'd love to,” she sighed, a small smile on her face, “but I can't. I already have a hot English date, who’s very bored already, needs me for company,” she grinned, gesturing behind her, where Rebekah stood with her friend, a tall man who he’s never seen.

Klaus disliked him immediately.

“Oh,” he said, sounding incredibly stupid. “That’s alright.”

“Maybe later,” Caroline said, sounding sincere. “I'm actually—”

“Gorgeous!” the man called from behind her, and Klaus resisted the urge to growl at him to leave them alone. “Where have you been, Rebekah's been looking for you.”

“I got sidetracked,” Caroline grinned, looking at Klaus. “Enzo, this is Klaus. He’s Rebekah's brother. Klaus, this is Enzo.”

“Charmed,” Klaus gritted out. “How do you know my sister?”

“We met at college, she was over all the time when I lived with this one,” he said, gesturing to Caroline, who smiled. “Haven’t been able to shake her since,” he grinned. “She’s a good friend.”

Klaus pushed down a grimace. Caroline was living with him?

“Of course,” he ground out. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He strode away, uncaring of his short replies to the man—Enzo, he reminded himself. He didn’t know why he was so upset over the fact that Caroline was available, she wasn’t the only beautiful woman at the wedding, he’d find another girl to buy dinner or something.

The thought didn’t appeal to him.

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His sister finally found him at the end of the wedding, Caroline in a tow. “There you are!” Rebekah announced, moving in for a hug. “I haven't seen you all day, Nik, have you been avoiding me?”

Truthfully, he hadn't been avoiding her, he’d been avoiding Caroline and her boyfriend.

“Of course I haven't, Bekah,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek. “I've just been occupied with other things.”

“I'll bet,” she sniffed. “Too busy to greet your favourite sister?”

“You're my only sister.”

“Technicalities.” Rebekah waved him off. “Have I introduced you to Caroline?”

“Oh, we’ve met,” Caroline smiled at Klaus, leaving his throat slightly dry.

“Oh, good. She’s the friend from college I was telling you about, Nik, remember?”

“Yes, Bekah, I do,” Klaus replied monotonously.

“Oh, and Enzo, have you met Enzo?”

Klaus’s smile tightened. “I've had the pleasure.”

Caroline frowned at his tone, but Klaus couldn’t bring it in himself to feel ashamed. Elijah had always said he had a petty streak in him, and right then, it was showing.

“Lovely! We should have dinner while you're still in town, Nik, are you free tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Klaus said distractedly. “I have time at twelve, you can pick the place.”

“Really? Something’s up, clearly, you never let me do that,” Rebekah said teasingly. “Well, I have to be off, but I'll call you, and you better pick up, okay, Nik?”

“Yes, Bekah, I will.”

Rebekah waved goodbye over her shoulder, heels clicking against the smooth tile. Caroline turned to him, blue eyes narrowed in her lovely face. So,” Klaus said, breaking the silence, clearly his throat, “I should leave—”

“You know, the whole grumpiness act isn’t that endearing, but the pout is cute, so I'll excuse it this once.”

“What—”

“Enzo’s just my friend,” Caroline burst out, twisting her fingers together. “I was making a joke. I meant to point to Rebekah as my ‘date’. Enzo and I are in a relationship strictly in the platonic sense. He told me you might have misunderstood me when you left. And I am free,” she said all in one breath. “After the wedding for dinner. That’s what I was saying before he interrupted me.”

Klaus blinked, embarrassingly disoriented. “But…but he said you lived toge—”

“We were roommates,” Caroline explained. “In college. There was a housing mishap and he was the only one left, it’s a long story. The point is—” She breathed in deeply, looking at him hopefully. “I'd love to have dinner with you. If you still want.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Klaus grinned, making her blush. “You have no idea how much I want.”

Four years later, Klaus did manage to get along with Enzo, and he and Caroline somehow managed not to roll their eyes at Enzo’s teasing jab during his man of honour speech at their own wedding.

xxx.

Thanks for reading!

[glampire-rockstar]

"Reincarnate"

Ship: Heel!Finn Balor (Best Friend) × Heel!Damian Priest (Romantic Interest) × Heel!Rhea Ripley (Best Friend) × Short!Fem!OC.

▍Plot: Sia Mysterio (OFC) was an innocent maiden, a big sister, an industry legacy, a young adult, an independent woman, a short wallflower, and a baby face. She have seen the proof that she can't trust others and was stabbed in the back several times to the full extent. Sia kept a fake smile masked upon her face for years and was tired of being a black sheep. She becomes her own person and joins the Judgment Day.

▍OC Character Protrayals: Camila Cabello (Sylvia) and Zayn Malik (Troy) ~ Twins.

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Sia was sitting with her older twin brother Troy and his wife Shaul Guerrero next to him on the phone. The twins were secretly speaking to each other about the heel turn Sia will do for the Judgment Day to be with her boyfriend Damian Priest and her two best friends. Troy agreed to the heel turn and how this storyline will be played out as long as Sia will be comfortable with the family betrayal.

"Ms. Mysterio, you're up in 30!" Sia told her twin brother and his wife bye before hanging up.

Sylvia has her normal clothes on for the heel turn, she had also put some dark makeup on to go with her high pigtails and smoky eyes.

'My family never paid no attention to me since I came back, if they don't want nothing to do with me then so be it!' Sia thought.

Ever since she left her AEW career for her WWE life back with her twin brother, her blood family have begun neglecting her and her older twin except for their own their mother Angie. They were thankful that their biological mother never forget about her firstborn son and daughter. Now it was time for her to shine as a heel and a new bad girl.

Sia's theme "Believe Me, I'm A Liar" by the Hype Theory played as fans went nuts and she walked out without any emotions. Sia headed down the ramp with a deep frown on her face, staring at the Judgment Day with no feelings and got a mic from the camera man. Sia slid under the ropes and stood her ground.

Her birth father Rey, her little brother Dominik, her baby sister Aalyah, and her best friend Liv Morgan were there to confront the Judgment Day as well. Sia saw her older twin brother Troy with their mother Angie right at ringside, he was frowning deeply while holding his mother's hand and letting his wife Shaul keep him at bay. The female masked luchadora was glaring at her family and tag partner in disgust while holding a mic.

"Well well well, if it ain't one half of the Black Sheep of the Mysterio Family." Rhea said about Sia. "Sweetheart listen, you know that only your twin brother and your own mother care for you unlike the rest of your family especially your best friend who stabbed you in the back years ago. I think you're much better off without having a family that ignores your talent and strength."

Fans booed while Sia fully kept her composure, Damian couldn't keep his eyes off of her and the choice of clothes she chose to wear for him. Finn and Rhea was busy talking smack about the Mysterio Family rather than Sia that she didn't even flinch whenever they only brought her up for a positive comment. They stopped to see Sia not responding to their words and decided to change the subject.

"What sweetheart, it struck a nerve, how about you join us and leave your family? They didn't care when you left here the first time with your brother Troy." Finn told her, suggesting Sia to join them and be her own person. "Take off the mask like your brother did and step out of the light...it's time for you to become part of the darkness."

Fans chanted "NO" while Sia bites her bottom lip and drops the mic. She walks away from the ring and keeps on shaking her head no while walking backwards on the ramp. Damian was mouthing that he'll be there after the segment to comfort her and get her mind cleared from the pain.

"Sia! SIA! ROSALIE SIA MYSTERIO! COME BACK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Rey called her out while Sia went backstage for a break and locked her locker room shut.

Damian, Finn, and Rhea unleashed their attack on their rivals while Sia was ignoring the noises outside. She slowly opens the door to see the motionless bodies of Dominik, Ruby, Rey, Aaylah, Christian, Liv, Edge, and Beth. She turns to the Judgment Day and saw her twin there in their shirt.

"Sia, leave them behind and be your true self again." Troy said, holding his hand for her to take. "I trust them, especially Damian, unleash your darkness and take down the light they put upon that mask."

Sia ripped off the mask and tossed it away. She smirked up at Damian and he lifted her into his arms. The Judgment Day walked away while fans booed, the newly heel turned members grew cold and evil like their new team...they can be reincarnated...into their inner demons.