#imma count it as one for now until someone tells me otherwise

[sturthepotofmadness]

A redraw of a BotBots OC (?) of the final Omnitrix, Finalist.

Why is the image so big in the post maker, the heck-

Finalist still has some messy bits and the tail doesn’t perfectly line up with the actual Omnitrix, but hey, that’s the joy of art.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

can you do a draco smut where him & female reader are ex’s and she walk in on draco fucking another girl at a party and she’s all heart broke n jealous but plays it cool. and later at the party they’re playing truth or dare and she’s asked about who out of like 3 guys (draco is one) is best in bed & she says draco 😳 and they just crinkly fuck? sorry for being rlly specific imma horny bitch

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Blurb: They admit that the other was the best fuck they’ve had and they relive that once more. Contains choking, blowjobs, fingering and sex and lots of dirty talk and calling the reader a slut  A/N: I love a good Draco Malfoy smut, thank you. Reader is in slytherin because it just fits with the story. Also this has not been proofread :/ I feel like this isn’t my best, but I tried :(

Masterlist

“Oh, uh,” I didn’t know whether to focus on the heat rising to my cheeks or the sinking feeling in my tummy, “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t look away. 

“Get out!” His voice brought me back to reality and I quickly shut the classroom door. I started walking down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. All I could think of was the way his hands were pushing her skirt up and the way her hands were tugging in his hair and all I could think of was how that used to be me. 

Deciding to go to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of water on my face, refusing to let any tears fall from my eyes. Draco and I had stopped seeing each other for six months now, he could do whatever he wanted to do. Or do whoever. 

I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, forcing my heaving chest to slow down. I took one last look at my reflection and before trying to fix my hair I stood up straighter and walked out. 

We were broken up and Draco didn’t need to know that he still had any effect on me. 

“Where were you?” Pansy asked me as I sat down next to her at the Great Hall.

“Bathroom.”

“What’s wrong?” I wasn’t looking at her but I could tell she was staring at me expectantly. 

“I walked in on Draco fucking another girl,” okay maybe they weren’t fucking, but they were going to if I hadn’t been so naive to think that someone was crying in the classroom. 

Pansy was a good person to tell a story like this to, if you were her friend. Pansy gasped at all the right times and gave me a sympathetic look when I needed it and was able to tell me all the information I needed to know about the mystery girl who I didn’t know even existed until about half an hour ago. 

Almost as soon as Pansy had finished speaking the rest of our friends in Slytherin were making their way over, including Draco. 

They sat across from us and I refused to look up in fear that I would make eye contact with him. 

They spoke and ate but Draco and I barely said a word and I hated that I knew him so well that I already knew that he was embarrassed and was turning that into anger. 

We made out way back to the Common Room after dinner and Blaise convinced us all to stay together and play a game of truth of dare. 

“Really Blaise?” Pansy had asked, rolling her eyes when he had suggested it. 

“What else do you have planned, Pansy?” he shot back, making her sigh and sit down on one of the lounges. 

I sat next to her as everyone sat around in an abnormal circle. I wasn’t really paying attention to the game, all I could see was Draco’s hands and hers in his hair and-

“Are you listening?” Pansy was tapping my shoulder. 

“Sorry, what?” a few of them sniggered

“Truth or dare?” she asked annoyed. 

“Uhm,” I didn’t really care, “truth.” I sighed. 

“Okay,” she thought about it before smirking and I had suddenly become aware of all everything I had ever told her, “we all know you’ve had sex with a few people.”

“Pansy.”

“Who was the best?” I gave her an annoyed look but she smiled sweetly at me. “I’ll make it easier for you,” her eyes widened as she began, “who was better out of Blaise, Draco and Theodore?” I glared at her as I heard a few people shuffle in their position and a few chuckle. 

But Pansy kept an intense gaze and I was debating in my mind whether or not to answer truthfully. 

“Come on Pansy,” it was Theodore’s voice, “that’s a bit har-”

“Draco,” I maintained eye contact with her as everyone went quiet. My heart was racing and the part of me that wasn’t scared wanted to see their reactions. 

“You’re turn,” she was smirking and I finally turned around to see a small frown on Theodore’s lips, a glare from Blaise and a Draco who seemed to be fascinated with the ground in front of him. 

“Uhm,” I couldn’t focus, “Goyle, truth or dare?” 

Once Goyle finished his dare my mind went back to the day’s previous events, but this time I couldn’t help but look out of my peripheral to see if Draco had stopped staring at the ground. He hadn’t. 

“Draco,” my head shot to Goyle, “truth or dare?” Draco finally looked up and looking uninterested he replied dare.

“I dare you to go to the room of requirement with the best fuck you’ve had and spend 7 minutes in there.” 

“And do what?” he squinted his eyes at him. 

“What do you think?”

Draco stood up and I quickly turned to look at the floor, not wanting him to hurt me again today. 

“Get up,” I noticed a pair of black shoes standing in front of my and as I looked up I realised he was talking to me. I blinked quickly at him before he sighed, “I said,” he paused, “get up.” My mind went into a daze and as he stared into my eyes and complied. He grabbed my wrist and led me out of the Common Room. 

“We don’t have to go in-”

“Do you want to?” He suddenly stopped and I tripped, almost falling into his chest. 

“Uh,” I was dumbfounded again, “I mean, I-I,” I gulped and before I went to continue he smirked and kept dragging me to the Room of Requirement. “Do you want to?” I asked, trying to catch up with him. 

“So I’m the best fuck you’ve had?” He ignored my question. 

“Out of the options I was given,” he turned around and shook his head upon seeing my smirk and playful gaze, “but I know I’m you’re best fuck.” He didn’t reply. As we got to the Room of Requirement I decided that maybe I could use the previous events to my advantage. “Was the girl this afternoon not good enough for you?” The room presented to us a bed and he went down to sit on it allowing me to see a pink tinge which had appeared on his pale cheeks. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was now sincere and I knew that fucking him would only make my heartache worse, but all I could focus on was his lips and the way they used to feel on my skin. I nodded and sat in his lap. 

“Do you want this?” I whispered into his ear and as I felt him nod I started kissing on his neck. 

“So you’ve had sex with Theodore?” His voice slightly trembled as I bit the sensitive skin under his jaw. I pulled back with an eyebrow raised and looking a bit embarrassed he apologised allowing me to go back to his neck. 

“Did she kiss you like I do?” I whispered it into this ear again and noticed the way his hairs stood up. “Does she know all your sensitive spots like I do?” I looked up at him innocently as I started grinding on him and his hands found my waist. He groaned and I smirked as I continued to attack his neck. 

“It seems,” his hands were trailing up my body, “that you’ve become a bit of brat,” I gasped as his hands found their way around my neck, “can’t blame you since you have no one to put you in your place anymore.” My thighs clenched at his words and I missed how well he knew me. 

I whimpered and looked up at him making him chuckle, “don’t act innocent baby, I know you’re probably dying for me to fuck the brat out of you,” he kissed me softly, “and don’t worry, I will. Stand up.” He released his grip from my neck and I stood up, “you know what to do.” 

I did know what to do. I know that Draco liked me to take my pants off slowly. Bending down so he had the perfect view of my ass and could take the time to admire it. I also know that Draco liked it when I took my shirt off slowly. Taking my time unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the ground. I also knew that he liked it when I kept my underwear on. 

“Seems you haven’t forgotten everything then,” he had his arms folded as he was watching me and as I walked back to him and stood over him his hands found my ass and were slightly kneading it while bringing me closer to him. 

“Get on your knees pretty baby,” I maintained eye contact as I did so knowing that was what he liked and unbuttoning his pants I had to control my breath so he didn’t know how excited I was. “Open your pretty mouth for me,” and I happily did so. 

His hands were in my hair and I was reminded of how he always had to be in control. He pulled me closer to his abdomen and I started to gag, making tears form at the corner of my eye. 

“I missed this beautiful sight,” he smirked down at me as I tried to look up innocently at him, “guess you’re still good for something.” 

As I kept going he started moaning out my name and praising me for making him feel so good and soon his grip had relaxed on my hair and his head was leaning back and he was telling me to, ‘swallow like the good girl I had always been.’ 

“Stand up,” I did, “get on the bed.” I sat down and he pulled my legs apart, “if you even think about closing them I will tie them apart,” he threatened and I nodded with a frightened look on my face. He started kissing me as his hands found my nipples and started pulling and teasing them. I whimpered at his actions and could feel him smirk through the kiss. 

“Please, Draco,” I whined and he tutted telling me to be patient otherwise he wasn’t going to give me anything I wanted. But he could never resist for long and he was soon kissing down my body, making a special stop at my nipples to kiss around them teasingly. 

His lips made their way down my abdomen and to my hips and it took everything I had not to buck them closer towards his mouth. He kissed my thighs and then slowly pulled down my underwear before placing a soft kiss right where I needed him most. 

“I forgot how quickly I could make you wet,” he chuckled, making me whine and if it wasn’t for his threat I would have been squirming. “Already so wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you,” he placed a finger on my clit, “such a desperate slut for me.” He chuckled as I finally caved in and bucked my hips up. 

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to respond and he shook his head but before I could say anything else he had entered a finger inside of me and was moving it torturously slow. “Draco,” I was pouting. 

“Yes baby,” his voice was teasing. 

“Faster please,” my voice was soft because I knew that Draco would either go so fast I would be cumming in seconds or it could lead to a punishment. 

“As you wish darling,” he smirked before entering another finger in and this time going torturously fast. I was crying out his name and as his fingers started hitting a certain spot my hips started bucking and before I could apologise his hand was around my throat again and he was telling me to keep still. 

“Draco,” I moaned out the last part of his name, “can I please cum?” my chest was heaving and it was hard to beg with his hand still around my throat. 

“So you still have your manners,” he teased. 

“Draco, please,” I kept crying out his name and just as I couldn’t hold it any longer he told me to cum on his fingers like the dirty slut I was as he put a bit more pressure on my neck making me hold onto his wrist as I moaned out his name and let my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

“Forgot how much you loved my fingers, always made you cum so quickly,” he smirked as his hands gripped onto my thighs and put them over his shoulders. “Did they ever fuck you this good?” his tip was teasing my entrance, “Blaise and Theodore?” his tip finally entered me and I screamed out his name. “Answer me,” and it was out again. 

“No, no,” I was breathing heavy, “no one has ever fucked me as good as you,” he entered his tip again. 

“Did they fuck you like you deserve?” his voice was taunting, “like the little slut you are?” 

“No,” I took a deep breath, “I’m only a little slut for you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked before snapping his hips into me and I cried out his name telling him that I was too sensitive, “you’ve taken more than this,” was his reply. 

All I could do was moan out his name and let him continue to pound into me as he instead started to praise me for how well I was taking him. 

“I’m going to cum if you do that,” I pouted as his fingers started rubbing my clit causing my legs to shake. 

“Not yet you aren’t,” he chuckled, “because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” I cried out and let my head fall back, closing my eyes tight and trying to focus on not cumming. 

“Look at me baby,” his thumb and forefinger were holding my face and I opened my eyes to see a soft gaze, “if you keep your eyes open, I’ll let you cum, okay?” His voice was a lot sweeter now and soon I was moaning out his name and his thrusts were becoming sloppier as my thighs started shaking and my breathing started to go back to normal. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and by instinct I went over to sit on his lap. 

“Thank you,” I murmured so softly I wasn’t sure he heard it. I realised that things were going to be different now. What did this mean for our relationship? We had broken up but I think we both knew that neither of us could go too long without fucking each other. 

“Did I fuck the brat out of you?” he chuckled causing me to roll my eyes. 

“I don’t know,” I smirked, “personally I think you were a bit lenient,” I got up from his lap and started getting dressed before he could process what I said. He shook his head and put out his hand, “Give them to me then,” staring at him and blinking rapidly with my mouth open he smirked. 

“These?” I asked, pointing to the underwear which I was just about to put on. 

“Those,” I handed them over to him, “maybe next time if you’re good I’ll give them back to you,” as he put his pants back on he put them in his pocket and I went back to getting dressed so he couldn’t see the heat rising to my cheeks. At least I knew that we were going to do this again. 

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Requested chapter 21

This is a continuation of my series and all future chapters that I write for this series will be written as requested chapters

Request: Bucky has to fight for his bed back after you decide it’s yours now @raincloudanon

Word count: 2,175

You woke up in a sweat, immediately wanting to go to Steve’s room and explain to him about your nightmare and hug him closely. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t here. He was on a mission, which is why you were having a nightmare.

You dreamt that your brother was killed in battle and that Tony and the rest of the team were carrying his body back home in a bag. Tony walked over to you with a mourning face and was about to put his hand on your shoulder to tell you the horrible news when you snapped awake. 

Taking a few deep breaths and holding back the tears, you got out of bed and walked down the hallway. The next best person to go to for comfort was Bucky. You knew he battled with nightmares too so you knew he could relate to you.

Reaching his door, you peeked inside to see him sleeping on his back, with his flesh arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly. You almost felt bad to be waking him up when it was a good night for him. He rarely got to sleep at night. But you knew he would want you to wake him up instead of dealing with a nightmare alone. You walked over to his side of the bed and gently grabbed his arm, slowly pulling it away from his face. “Bucky?” You whispered. 

With a sharp inhale, he woke up and looked at you, smiling softly. “Hey muffin, what’s up?” He asked, his voice raspy as he turned his body a bit to face you. You looked down to the ground as bit your lip.

“I had a nightmare.” You squeaked, a tear finally dropping down your cheek. Bucky frowned and opened his arms to you.

“Oh, baby, come here. I’m so sorry you had a nightmare.” He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. “Wanna talk about it?” 

You shrugged and sighed. “I just dreamt that Steve died on the mission... and the team was bringing him home in a bag. It was so scary and it felt so real.” You sniffled, trying not to cry anymore. Bucky hummed and kissed the crown of your head. 

“Again honey, I’m so sorry. But it was just a dream. Steve is just fine. You know he can take care of himself.” He said reassuringly. You knew that was true, but you couldn’t shake the thought of the possibility of him losing his life on the mission. 

With hopefulness in your voice, you looked at Bucky with your famous puppy eyes. “Can we call him?...Just to make sure?” You asked. Bucky looked in your eyes for a moment. He knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, considering he could be on an important stealth mission or they could catch him at a wrong time. But he knew the feeling you were feeling. Desperation to feel sure of something. So how could he say no to you? Plus, he couldn’t lie, those puppy eyes did wonders. 

With a soft smile, he nodded. “Sure muffin. We can try. Let’s see if he picks up.” He said, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialing Steve’s number, putting it on speaker. It rang for what felt like forever, but finally, he picked up the phone.

“Hello?” 

Your face immediately lit up as you featured the biggest smile ever when you heard his voice. A huge wave of relief washed over your whole body and you thanked God he was okay. Bucky also smiled when he saw your reaction and he chuckled, patting your side.

“Hey Steve, you busy?” Bucky asked, holding the phone up. 

“I got a few minutes, What’s up?” 

“There’s someone who wants to talk to you..” He hummed, leaning the whole your way. You smiled widely as you hugged Bucky closer. 

“Hi Steve!” You chirped. 

“Hey, bubba.” Steve hummed, grinning at the sound of your voice. “I miss you!” 

You giggled and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I miss you too.” You said. 

“She wanted to check to see if you were okay. She had a little nightmare and it kinda scared her a bit. So she’s checking on you.” Bucky said, chiming in. 

“Aww, Princess, of course I’m okay. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You know I’ve been fighting bullies bigger than me since I was a kid. I know you were really young but I know you can remember me coming home all beat up. I can handle myself, alright?” He said.

“Yeah, I know. I just get worried sometimes. I’m waiting for you to come home already.”

“I know Princess. It’s okay. And I’ll be home in a few more days.” 

You nodded, your smile falling just a bit. “Okay.”

“Have you started making the plans for my welcome home cake yet?” He asked, the smile in his voice evident. Your smile picked back up as you smirked. 

“Nohoho. Not yet.” You said, shaking your head a bit. 

“Well you better hurry! Cause I’m not coming home unless I know I’m coming home to a welcome home cake...” He threatened playfully. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to have a long vacation over here... I heard the beaches here are beautiful.” He teased, making you giggle. 

“Ohokay, okay, you’ll get your cake.” You chuckle, playing with the fabric of Bucky’s shirt. 

“I better..,” He warned. After that, you heard Sam calling Steve in the background and you knew he was going to have to leave now. Part of you felt sad but at least you knew he was okay and that’s more than what you could have asked for. “I have to go now princess. But don’t worry about me. Just have my cake ready and I’ll be there, okay?” 

You smiled softly and nodded. “Okay,, Be safe.”

“Alright, man. See you soon.” Bucky said. 

“..Bye...” You sighed, your voice fading a bit at the end. “Love you.”

“Bye bubba. I love you too.” 

The line clicked and Bucky put his phone back down on the nightstand. “See? Everything’s fine. Steve is okay.” He said, smiling at you. You nodded with a grin and buried your face into his chest. 

“Thank you for calling him.” You said, your voice muffled. Bucky chuckled and patted your back. 

“Of course, doll. Anything for you.” He hummed. “Think you can rest easy now?” You nodded with a soft smile. “Good. Just to make sure, you can sleep here tonight in case you need anything else. Your head lifted up to look at him with a wide smile. 

“Really?”

“Of course princess!” He chuckled, throwing the blanket over you and cuddling you close. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt so warm and peaceful and calm. You quickly felt yourself fall asleep. 

“Thanks Buck.” You mumbled, falling asleep right after, Bucky soon following.

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You woke up to Bucky’s alarm clock blaring at 7:00am. You groaned lightly and stirred a bit as you opened your eyes. Bucky had just turned back over from turning the alarm off and smiled sweetly at you. “Good morning, sunshine.” He sang. 

You returned the gesture with a smile and gripped the sheets tighter. “Good morning.”

“Feel a little better today?” Bucky asked, rubbing your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Mmhmm!” You hummed, nodding. Bucky smiled with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Good, I'm glad… now get out; off you go.” He said, waving you off. “Id like to have my bed back for the last few minutes of my morning before I have to get up and train.” He sighed playfully, although he did mean what he said.

“Mm-mm.” you hummed, shaking your head cheekily and hugging his pillow. “This is my bed now.” You giggled. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked at you incredulously. “Uhh, no it is not, ma’am. Imma need it back.” He declared, giving you a side smirk. Still, you stood your ground. 

“Nope. I'm staying here. You can spend the last minutes of your morning on the floor.” You smirked, nodding once. 

Bucky gasped silently and smiled at your sudden confidence. He was gonna smush that real fast.                                                                                            “Oh really? Then it looks like I'm gonna have to fight to get my bed back, huh?” he asked, suddenly tackling you and pinning you to the mattress. You squealed loudly as he began to go straight for your ribs, digging and prodding his fingers in between each bone.

“NAHAHA! Buhuhucky dohohont!” You cried, kicking out your legs as much as you could since they were the only body parts that weren’t being completely pinned down by Bucky.

“I know my rights; every person is entitled to have their own bed.” He smirked, blowing a short raspberry on your neck, eliciting a squeal. He then started to spider his fingers down your sides, until he reached your hips. You arched your back and screamed, letting out loud belly laughter as you tried to fight him off. “Oooh, this is a bad spot, isn’t it?” He chuckled, lifting your shirt with his mouth to blow big, ticklish raspberries on your belly while still not pausing his attack on your hips. 

You threw your head back as you cackled, gripping his hands tightly to push them away but it was no use. Bucky started laughing along with you at your attempts to stop him. However, you were very very stubborn. Always were.    “I’M STILL NOT GETTIHIHING OHOHOUT!!” You laughed, shaking your head side to side defiantly. Bucky chortled deeply and his wide smirk didn’t make you feel like you were winning. 

“Ohoho, we’ll fix that right up.” He teased, grabbing your wrists in one hand and tasing the middle of your belly with the other. With a shriek, you instinctively brought your legs up to your chest but it wasn’t enough to block his hands from evilly tickling your belly. 

“BUHUHUCKYYY!” You cried, tears of mirth gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

“That tickles, doesn’t it? Makes you just wanna get out of my bed, huh?” He chuckled, dipping his finger in your belly button, knowing how sensitive it is for you. 

You still shook your head with hysterical laughter, unable to form words. Bucky gaped at you and how you managed to take so much of this today. You usually couldn’t handle more than 5 minutes of this with him. He was impressed. 

“Wow, you are a tough one to crack today, aren’t ya?” He laughed, letting go of your belly and grabbing your legs, holding your ankles in a headlock. “Guess I’m gonna have to go for the big guns.” He shrugged, rapidly vibrating his fingers in the backs of your thighs. You convulsed on the mattress letting out all kinds of shrieks and squeals, trying your best to get your legs out of his grip. 

“HAHAHAHAHA BUHUHUCKYYY! STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE!” Your stomach was cramping form all the laughter and your voice was going hoarse. Bucky kept going however, switching legs every couple of seconds, never letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Do you give?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he continued. 

“BUCKY!!!” 

“I guess that’s a no.” He shrugged, getting prepared to rain raspberries on your belly again but before he could, you finally gave in. 

“NO WAHAHAIT! WAHAIT! I GIHIHIVE PLEASE I GIVE!” You begged, hugging yourself tightly as you let out residual laughter and regained your breath. Bucky sat back with a wide smirk.

“I knew it wouldn’t have taken much more to getcha.” He teased, pinching your side playfully, making you flint with a yelp. You growled with a fake frown and lightly kicked at him. 

“You’re so evil!” You whined, pointing at him. Bucky only laughed and pulled you to his chest, sighing deeply. 

“Only when I need to be.” He said, kissing your head. “And today I had to fight to get my bed back. Otherwise you would have taken over everything! First my bed, then my room, then my food, then who knows what else you’d take over?” He shrugged with his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile.

“Whatever. You can have my bed back, I guess.” You sighed, sliding off his lap and onto the floor, quickly getting up. Bucky looked at you with narrowed eyes. 

“Excuse me, your bed?” He asked, leaning towards you intimidatingly. “Do we need to go over this again? Cause I still got a few more minutes before my training starts!” He threatens, poking teasingly at your belly, making you double over and back away. 

“Nohoho! no mohore. I get it. It’s your bed.” You giggled, lifting a hand to surrender. 

“That’s right. Now get outta here, you little monkey.” He smiled, ruffling your hair and gently pushing you in the direction of the door while he went to get changed for the gym. 

You left his room with a smile and a warm heart, skipping down to the kitchen for breakfast to eat all of his pop-tarts as revenge. 

[iamtheblondestblonde]

The Clark Kent Effect

Part Three

AN: Imma be honest, I’m not happy with this part. I feel like my brain isn’t entirely ready for writing yet, it’s still wired to argue cases so please bear with me as I get my shit together. I still wanted to give the people who follow this story something though (you have no idea how happy I am about every single one of you) and I sincerely hope that this is good enough, apologies if not :) 

Song: Catching Feelings - Drax Project (this will be a thing from now on)

Word Count: 4,6k 

Warnings: explicit language I’m pretty sure but thats it

Masterlist / Part One / Part Two

You felt foolish really. It was as if your entire life had turned into a soap opera overnight. You wouldn’t call yourself cynical by all means, you loved love and everything that came along with it far too much for that, but you would’ve at least described yourself as rational.

Up until now.

Up until now you’d been convinced that if people really wanted to, they would be together. Up until now you’d been a believer of where there’s a will, there will be a way - relationships that would classify as statutory rape excluded of course, age was a bit more than just a number in those cases - but you, you, you had been stopped by the Bro-Code, which was just absolutely ridiculous.

Imagine telling that to your parents: Hey mom, so I met this great guy but I can’t do anything about it because he’s friends with my ex. Your grandma would straight up laugh in your face if you told her, the badass bitch had married her former lover’s rich best friend after she’d gotten the news that her fiancé hadn’t survived the war. Without needing to call her you knew that she’d tell you to go for Mat in a second, no matter how much she’d adored Tito back then.

But you weren’t your grandma and Tito hadn’t died in a war so here you were, pining over a guy you couldn’t have and practically living out a tragic romance novel. Technically you didn’t even know if Tito would have anything negative to say about the entire situation, it may all be water under the bridge by now, but you also couldn’t just casually ask him without giving anything away.

The only good thing about this situation was that Tito had brought a great group of people along with him into your life. He’d always been good at making friends, that certainly hadn’t changed from when he was younger and since the two of you had hit it up again your friend groups had seemingly merged without issue. It sure made for an interesting dynamic. You’d had some explaining to do whenever you initiated someone new into a group that also included your ex, but the result was definitely worth it.

Spending time with Tito was just as easy as it used to be, back before feelings complicated everything. Somehow you’d managed to fall back into a completely platonic relationship, one that worked just as well when the two of you were alone as it did with others around.

You’d missed having him around the years before, his view on things and the way he’d always managed to make decisions easy by providing simple solutions.

Should you get a puppy right now? - No, your apartment is too small for a big dog right now and no, you also shouldn’t settle for a purse-sized dog because you’ve always wanted a big one since you were little.

Maybe a cat instead? - No, you are allergic to cats, don’t be stupid.

What about one of those naked ones? - Also no, you need to bathe those frequently because of the built up oils on their skin and you don’t even have a bathtub in your apartment.

(You really had to bathe those from time to time, you’d looked it up. Apparently they could still trigger allergies as well, which straight up sucked.)

Should we grab Thai or Chinese? – Chinese, you told me about this new place you wanted to try out like three days ago.

What can I do to stop this one coworker from belittling and making fun of me? - I’ll help you make her jealous, how about some courtside seats to watch the Nets since she likes basketball?

The last idea had actually come from Mat (since Tito didn’t know shit about basketball), who had also pulled some strings to get four tickets so you could attend the game with Dana, Tito and him. Mat had even taken some pictures of Dana and you in your jerseys and at the game so you could post about your night excessively on your social media, making sure that said co-worker would see it. They’d also given you a tour of the building and you were surprised to say that their locker didn’t smell as bad as you’d expected.

Said coworker hadn’t said anything ever since by the way, but you could still see her lurking on your Instagram.

For all the advice Tito provided you with, you still hadn’t asked him the one thing you needed an answer to:

Is Mat off limits?

But you couldn’t do that and therefore it somehow became a normal thing for Mat and you to walk on eggshells around each other after the “incident” at the bar.

From time to time there were moments that made it blatantly obvious how good things could be – the time he’d excitedly side hugged-you after the Nets turned the game that one night before realizing what he’d just done and quickly letting go, how he’d found you in the crowd and looked straight at you after scoring a goal at one of his games before being swept away by his teammates or simply how you could see him looking around until he found you whenever your group met up – but they never lasted more than a few seconds.

The two of you were stuck, neither of you wanting to hurt Tito’s feelings. At least with your big group moments with Mat alone were rare. They still happened from time to time though, especially since the majority of your friends wasn’t even aware of your dilemma, which was why you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car on a Friday night.

Emily’s boyfriend Rafael had finally returned from a two-month-long work trip to Spain and was dead set on making an authentic recipe he’d been taught over there for everyone. Unfortunately he’d made the mistake of putting Emily in charge of getting the needed groceries and in true Emily fashion she’d forgotten to buy tomatoes. Something neither of them had noticed until Rafael had wanted to start cooking as soon as everyone arrived at their place. Maybe Emily had done it on purpose or maybe she hadn’t been thinking properly in that moment, too caught up in the fact that her lover was with her again, but she’d tasked Mat and you with a last-minute errand run to the store.

You couödn’t stop yourself from checking out the wine aisle though, leaving him waiting behind, dutifully holding a bag of fresh tomatoes and checking his phone while you inspected the options. Rafael had asked you to bring some wine as well but the one he’d requested was apparently out of stock.

“Barzal”, you called for his attention, inspecting a label to try and figure out if it was a suitable replacement, “you think Rafael would like this one?”

As you turned around with the bottle in your hand you were taken by surprise by Mat’s proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close he’d moved until now and for a couple of seconds you were caught up in your daydreams again. He seemed to struggle with the same thing, his pupils blown and his breathing growing uneven while the two of you just stared at each other. His lips were so close and so incredibly inviting, his mouth slightly agape.

If I leaned up on my tippy toes right now I could-

You quickly stopped yourself from finishing that thought, looking down so you had a couple of seconds to gather your thoughts, thoughts Mat seemed to infiltrate constantly. By the time you dared to look up again he was running his hand across his face in frustration before slowly breathing out and returning to his cool and collected regular self.

“I’m the wrong person to ask this, he was drinking some red wine earlier and the one you picked out is obviously red but that’s about it. Wine culture is definitely lost on me, sorry. I prefer beer.”

“Stereotypical hockey player through and through, I see.” Later on you’d tell yourself that the smirk that followed made your brain short-circuit, because there was no other way to explain why you’d keep on flirting otherwise.

“Maybe one day I’ll teach you, only if you’re nice to me though”, you teased, maybe in an effort to take control over the situation, maybe because you simply couldn’t stop yourself but his laugh made your heart soar for one second, until you remembered why this shouldn’t be happening.

Maybe you simply were an undiscovered masochist because even though you knew you should stay away from him you kept finding yourself in situations like this one way too many times. Deciding that you’d simply drink the wine by yourself if anyone had an issue with it - drowning your sorrows seemed like a great idea either way right now - you handed him a second bottle before moving to leave the aisle and in turn his personal space.

Making eye contact with Colin standing a couple of meters away from you got you to do a full 180 though, almost smacking into Mat in the process, who had obviously followed you towards the cashiers.

What was it with Mat and you?!

While a collision was thankfully avoided, Colin’s presence could cause other problems, since he hadn’t exactly appreciated you breaking off things over a month ago. Because you hadn’t known him for long it had taken you longer than you liked to admit to realize that he was a manipulative bastard, you weren’t proud of that, and you had no idea how he’d act right now.

“What’s wrong?”

“My ex is over there and I don’t want to talk to him. Is he walking in our direction?”

Mat lifted his concerned glance from you to look over your shoulder so he could be on the lookout.

“If he’s the one wearing a Gucci hoodie that is so obviously fake then yes, he is walking in our direction.”

You let out a snort at the casual burn but you weren’t too happy about having to face Colin right now. He hadn’t even crossed your mind in these past few weeks but for him to cross paths with you while you were with Mat of all people seemed to be yet another one of these odd twists of fate your life seemed to attract lately. Maybe your guardian angel had decided to start a meth lab instead sometime recently, there was no other way to explain what was going on instead.

“Uh.. you look good, don’t worry, he’s definitely the one that missed out. Do- do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”, Mat stuttered out nervously, probably noticing your anxious shifting and you couldn’t help but smile at his words, despite him being wrong about the reason behind your nervousness.

“Thanks for the offer”, you gave him a gentle smile of reassurance before continuing, “but no, it’s not about the way I look or anything like that, I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me because he’s an idiot. I just don’t want him to cause any problems and if I could I’d just run away from him forever so he doesn’t have the chance to ever ruin my night again.”

“Well I’m no expert on forever, but I’m here right now and I say fuck that guy”, he responded and with that he grabbed your hand and started running towards the cashiers, leaving you with no other choice but to run along with him so he wouldn’t rip your arm out of its socket.

Oh how you wished you had a picture of the expression on Colin’s face as Mat and you ran past him, hand in hand and cackling like maniacs.

He was apparently too stunned to follow you as you fought over who would pay for the stuff - Mat ultimately winning - but you didn’t let that stop you from running all the way to this car as well. Of course hand in hand.

Masochist.

Somehow the weird tension between the two of you seemed to lift sometime during your little sprint but you weren’t sure if this would be permanent or if it was a spur of the moment thing. You’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it while it lasted though.  

The entire ride back you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hand had felt in yours and what a perfect fit it had been, desperately wanting to feel it again as the two of you sang along to the songs playing over the speakers, perfectly happy in your little bubble.

-

As Christmas approached Emily roped everyone in to accompany her on her mission to make Rafael appreciate the cold that taken over New York. According to her he dearly missed sunny Spain but all you could see was a man who was happy to be home again. You weren’t about to tell her that though, you’d long figured out that whenever she’d set her mind to something it was best to simply follow along. Everyone else had apparently come to the same realization because no one objected to her plans.

Emily wanted to take Rafael ice skating and since the Rockefeller Center apparently wasn’t good enough and too crowded, she told everyone to meet at Pier 17. Dana and Mariah were on board of course and you’d managed to convince Tito to come along, who had in turn invited Mat.

In a ridiculous attempt to not get spotted, both Mat and Tito had donned a pair of glasses and while you were used to seeing them on Tito by now, seeing Mat with them again knocked the breath out of your lungs for a second.

It had been almost two months since you’d last seen him like this and the fact that you hadn’t recognized him that night seemed impossible to you now. Maybe it was because you’d gotten to know him since, seeing him in real life instead of only on pictures and memorizing his handsome features in the process but as you tried to get a good glance at him without anyone noticing you realized that he’d never be Clark Kent to you again.

Whether that was a good or a bad thing was still left to decide though.

“Need help with those?”, Mat’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts. You’d been so lost in them that you hadn’t even noticed that everyone else had already laced up their skates and walked out onto the ice while you’d been staring at your hands for who knows how long, laces wrapped around your fingers but not doing anything. Tito and him had brought their own skates while everyone else had to rely on rentals and his were already laced up perfectly of course.

You nodded, despite full well knowing how to do it yourself but you weren’t about to stop Mat from pulling your leg into his lap so he had better access. Besides, you’d stupidly forgotten to bring gloves and you’d gladly take any chance to leave your hands stuffed inside the pockets of your jacket as you rapidly got colder.

His fingers worked quickly, tightening the laces with expertise and you watched his hand moving in awe.

If hockey ever wasn’t an option for him anymore, hand modeling definitely was. He had such nice hands, strong and big and perfect. For a quick second your thoughts drifted to what else they could be capable of, before you reeled them back in, mentally scolding yourself. It really wasn’t your fault, not thinking of him seemed impossible these days.

His eyes were mostly focused on his work but from time to time he’d lift his gaze and give you a small smile, one you happily returned despite the mess inside your head. He had just finished tying the second one when someone banged on the glass, making the both of you jump a little.

“Ayo Barzy get your filthy paws off Y/N!”, Tito yelled before zooming away again laughing loudly, leaving an awkward silence behind.

Was this just Tito being his usual little-shit-self or was he actually serious?

For a couple of seconds you couldn’t do anything but stare at Mat as he looked down onto his hands, one of them still loosely wrapped around your ankle. Carefully you pulled your leg off his lap, set both feet on the ground and got up.

It was apparently time to face reality again.

You waited until there was a break in the throngs of people circling around the rink before stepping onto the ice, muscle memory from your childhood kicking in immediately. Once you were convinced that you weren’t going to fall on your ass you did a couple of little spins until you were facing Mat again, who had followed you. He looked at you with a slack jaw and you laughed at his expression.

“You can skate?!”, he asked bewildered and you laughed again, moving so the both of you could skate beside each other at a relaxed pace.

“Obviously. Sorry to ruin your late night fantasies of teaching me how to skate but I’m a good Canadian girl and I did some figure skating when I was younger. I actually used to be pretty fast.”

That caught his attention and you smiled at the way he looked down at you with a conspiring grin.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you got then”, after a couple of seconds of contemplation he continued, “last one to reach the others owes the winner coffee.”

You looked around to find the rest of your group, spotting them on the other side messing around. Of course.

“You’re on, Barzy. I hope you’re ready to lose though”, you winked at him before racing towards your friends, leaving him and his exclamations about you being a cheater behind, now definitely not cold anymore.

-

Something in your relationship seemed to shift after that, at least whenever you were alone with him. Things were still difficult around others, especially with the way Emily kept prodding you for updates and Tito constantly disturbing the few moments you had alone with him. You weren’t sure yet if he did it on purpose or if he simply had awful timing but it wasn’t like it made a difference.

Christmas came and passed just as fast, the team leaving for a roadtrip shortly after. You’d celebrated New Year’s Eve with your friends in a club, unable to kiss the person you wanted to either way so your lips had stayed untouched as the fireworks went off at midnight and the days following.

Tito had announced that the guys would return later in the day though, already making plans in the groupchat to meet up tomorrow. While you wondered where he got all this energy from you suspected it was a way to distract himself as the trip hadn’t been successful - to put it mildly. In reality they’d ate shit, losing all of their games, some to teams that should have been an easy win.

It was hard to watch on TV but even harder to talk to the guys afterwards.

A couple of hours later you sat on the couch, a book in hand that you’d meant to read for weeks and enjoying staying in on a Friday for once. You were so lost in the story that it took you a couple of seconds to realize that someone had knocked on your door.

Who could that be?

Tito or Emily were most likely to show up unannounced at your day but you knew that Tito would be on his way to his home so he could sulk by himself and Emily was away on a ski trip with Rafael. Unwrapping yourself from your fuzzy blanket you padded towards the door, taken aback by who was waiting on the other side.

“What..”, you trailed of questionably, not even sure what you were going to say in the first place.

Mat looked so out of place in the dimly lit hallway, dressed in a suit that fit him so nicely, bag set on the ground next to him.

“Can I come in?”, was all he said and you nodded, unable to bring yourself to say anything else.

How could you even refuse him?

You didn’t move from your spot beside the door and after taking off his shoes he took a couple of steps inside your apartment, hanging up his coat before turning back around to face you.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here but if I’m honest I can’t even tell you. I just didn’t want to be alone tonight and since you seem to constantly be on my mind either way..”, he trailed off, seemingly gathering his thoughts before continuing, “I don’t know if you watched the games or-“

“I did and you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”, you said softly as you interrupted him, sensing his apprehension. You decided that you weren’t about to touch his admission of thinking of you all the time with a ten-foot-pole, instead focusing on the rest of his sentence. He looked so broken and lost standing there so you couldn’t help but take the few steps it took to reach him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

You knew from personal experience with Tito that athletes tended to take losses personal and if you had to take a guess you were pretty sure that Mat was one of those guys that blamed himself for them as well.

At first he seemed surprised about your bold move – it was the most the two of you had ever touched so far – but he quickly caught himself, hugging you even tighter to his body. For a couple of seconds you stood just like that, simply basking in each other’s proximity.

It was as if your bodies were made for each other, your head resting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Despite probably just getting off a plane he smelled so good and you were trying to figure out if you could take a deep breath without raising any suspicions. Before you’d managed to make a decision however, he pulled away and you unfortunately had to untangle yourself from him.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want to”, you said to fill the silence, leaving out the part where you hoped he’d stay for the night as well. He simply nodded before asking where he could change into more comfortable clothes. While you were sad to see the suit go you directed him to your bedroom, glad to have taken those thirty minutes earlier to tidy up.

He returned in a pair of grey sweatpants and a hoodie and it took every last remaining bit of your willpower not to drool at the sight of him. Somehow he managed to look even better in sweats than he did in his custom suit, which really wasn’t fair at all.

You had to admit it was a little weird to see him in your apartment though. He’d been over a couple of times to pregame etc. but he’d never been here alone. Somehow it felt strangely intimate to have him over by himself on this Friday night. To prevent your thoughts from going to a direction they definitely shouldn’t, you asked:

“Do you want some tea? I know technically you still owe me that coffee but I’ll be generous and let you off easy this time.”

For good measure you even threw in a wink at the end and your words had the desired effect, breaking the loaded tension completely.

“You cheated! I would’ve won if you hadn’t started early”, he exclaimed but the way he was laughing showed that he was anything but butthurt about the situation.

“Mmm keep telling yourself that, it’s okay”, you kept on teasing as he followed you into your small kitchen that was definitely at maximum capacity with two people in it. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the closeness the tight space prompted though.

With a steaming mug of tea the both of you settled onto your couch shortly after, also small enough to keep you close together. You’d been wanting to buy a bigger one for weeks, but right now you certainly didn’t mind its size.

Masochist.

“Oh I love that one, the chimpanzees are so cute”, Mat said to your surprise as he finally realized what was playing on your tv and you looked at him in utter disbelief. You certainly hadn’t pegged him for a guy that liked to watch nature documentaries but yet here he was, constantly surprising you.

“What? Documentaries are very soothing”, he defended himself and you had to laugh at the way he looked like a little kid with his floppy hair and the cute way his eyebrows had scrunched up.

“I know. That’s why I love watching them as well.”

You hadn’t exactly pictured yourself watching documentaries with him on a Friday night, something that felt way too domestic if you were being honest, but yet here you were.

As the hour grew later both Mat and you sunk further in the cushions and while you had no recollection of how exactly it had happened, your head apparently ended up on his shoulder somehow. Your only regret was that now it wasn’t as easy to sneak glances at him from time to time without him noticing. At one point he’d even wrapped his arm around you, moving both of you into a more comfortable position before covering your bodies with the fuzzy blanket and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep before you even knew it.

The soft sound of your name woke you up sometime later, you weren’t exactly sure how much time had passed but the credits of the second documentary you’d started were already rolling and you were pretty sure you’d only caught the first half of it. In your sleep you’d cuddled up even closer, your arm wrapped around Mat’s midriff and you quickly sat up, embarrassed about turning into a koala in your sleep. Maybe you could blame it on the documentary?

“Sorry for waking you but I should probably head home. Otherwise my back is going to kill me tomorrow.” His voice was a little hoarse and it was obvious that he’d fallen asleep as well, his hair now sticking up in multiple directions. You suppressed a giggle at the disheveled sight of him, instead appreciating that he let down his guard enough for you to see him that way.

“Yeah of course. I’ll show you out.”

“Thank you for tonight. It means a lot to me”, he said quietly as he stood by the door, ready to leave.

“Anytime Mat. Get home safe.” It was the first time you’d called him by his first name, after months of first calling him Barzal then Barzy and he must have noticed as well because his smile could probably make glaciers melt at this point. You weren’t even sure why you’d given up your pathetic way of distancing yourself from him – despite the fact that it was very much obvious that it wasn’t working – but to not call him Mat would feel wrong after this evening.

“Have a good night, Y/N”, he simply said, still smiling as he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead before walking out the door, leaving you speechless.

 -

Tagging: @jamiedrysdales​ @nazdaddy​ @itrocksmysocks​ @yeeehaw-hockey​ @whitesummerx​ @teenagekook​ 

[all-things-mlqc]

The five boys react to an overweight MC that works as a nutritionist but struggles a lot to lose weight? It might be strange but it happens sometimes. PLEASE!!! Btw, I love your work❤️

This was really fun to write about. Knowing that these guys are so supportive of MC and want to help her in any way possible with whatever she’s struggling with is just so sweet. 

Thank you for the love and support as well! 😭 I’m usually just memeing it up out here so writing HCs is very new for me but your support helps so much! I did meme a lot while writing this as well because what’s life without memes, so you can find all of my inner thoughts crossed out~ Hope you enjoy!

HC below the cut~

Gavin:

Gavin loves and supports MC through everything. He’s constantly watching and confronts her whenever he believes something is wrong.

After noticing her sulking at herself in the mirror, he asks what’s troubling her.

“Nothing really! You don’t need to worry about me.”

She gives him a small smile and turns away from the mirror.

He figured it had something to do with her figure given the way she was looking at herself.

He remembered her mentioning how even though she’s a nutritionist, she still struggled with her own weight.

She didn’t seem all that down back when mentioning it, but the expression she had in the mirror said otherwise.

He stood up from the sofa and asked if she wanted to go with him during his morning jog.

“Why would you want me to do that? I’d only slow you down.”

Gavin: I don’t mind. If it’ll help, then I’ll do anything I can.

This man isn’t one for small talk. He gets straight to the point. He observes, finds the problem and seeks out a solution. There was no need for MC to confirm his suspicions about wanting to lose weight; It was all in her expression.

“I don’t really want you to go out of your way for me... Besides, it’s important you don’t slack off with your training.”

Gavin: I wouldn’t be slacking off. Training with you would only make me work harder.

A NATURAL ROMANTIC BUT ALSO A FUCKING MORON WHO GAVE HER A BLOOD SOAKED LETTER. IM GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YA DUMBASS

MC takes up on Gavin’s offer considering how adamant he was. He also didn’t seem concerned in the slightest about MC being a burden BECAUSE SHES LITERALLY THE LIGHT IN HIS LIFE AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER

After they go jogging, they stop for a healthy meal of MCs choice because Gavin doesn’t know what food is. Have you seen his kitchen? INSTA NOODLES EVERYWHERE. Boy is literally the type to throw a lunchables on the dinner table and give thanks for his beloved meal. Omg nononono I’m thinking of all these sad things now about how Gavin was literally homeless for a while as a kid so he probably just got used to eating something small and simple every day. BYE IMMA GO CRY NOW

While eating, Gavin comes up with a few more ideas to help and offers to take her to his gym every other day.

They come up with a plausible schedule that could seem efficient to MC’s wish of losing weight.

This also gives MC the chance to make sure Gavin is taking care of himself as well.

Kiro:

Kiro and MC meet up when he finally has free time and manages to escape from Savin.

Like their normal days together, they end up walking around Loveland City, going to some sightseeing locations. They just enjoy each other’s company.

When stopping to buy a snack, Kiro grabs two bags of chips and beams up at MC only to see her forced smile. He immediately gets concerned given how positive she always is.

Kiro: Are you ok? What’s on your mind?

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just trying to narrow down on the amount of junk food I eat.”

Kiro: Why is that? You’ve always told me to live to the fullest.

“Well... I’m trying to lose some weight but it seems more problematic than I had originally thought.”

With MC looking ashamed of how little progress she has made thus far, Kiro places both bags back on the shelf with a bright smile.

Kiro: Well if we both work together then there’s no chance we could lose this fight! Besides, Savin has been at my throat lately considering the mount of junk food I’ve been eating recently too.

“Kiro...”

MC stared at Kiro, dumbfounded, who seemed so positive. This gave MC a boost of confidence, herself.

She quietly thanked him while giving him a genuine smile.

They spent the whole day doing fun activities. In a way, this was part of Kiro’s plan to help MC. He knew how much this mattered to her so he wanted to keep a smile on her face while secretly help her from the shadows.

It’s honestly what he does best. It’s hard to tell in the game since we don’t get to see every expression he makes or how he reacts to things, but take a good look at his reactions in the anime. You can see how serious he really is behind his happy facade.

He continues to silently help her every time they spend time together as well as send her encouraging texts and reminders.

Nobody is more positive and encouraging than Kiro~

Lucien:

Lucien knows everything nutritionists know, let’s be real. This man was a child prodigy who skipped half of his school life, going straight to college.

He knows EXACTLY what MC needs. The one problem is, so does MC.

She knows what she needs to do but doesn’t have the kind of support she needs. She easily becomes discouraged when things don’t work out after trying so hard.

Luckily, Lucien is also a wonderful supporter minus when he just “what’s a magic? Don’t know em. No thoughts. Head empty. Only science and death”. Uhu then what do you call that flying cop outside the window? Where’s your science behind that? Lucien: “Well you see, there is a certain DNA mutation that—“ DO NOT ANSWER THAT YOU FOOL I KNOW ITS SCIENCE BUT MAGIC IS EASIER TO ACCEPT RN BECAUSE MY BRAIN GO BRRR

But considering it’s MCs health, he is very supportive and even explains that many people struggle with the same problem. There’s not exactly any problem with how someone looks unless it is overall affecting their health for the worse but he will gladly help MC if she wishes to lose weight.

Knowing that Lucien views it this way immediately gives MC more confidence.

An enormous amount of stress has been lifted off her shoulders which will ultimately help her reach her goal.

Lucien comes up with a solid workout plan and diet that is easy for MC to follow and even offers to make her some special meals to help with weight loss because Bill Nye over here has the solution to everything

I also highkey imagined him whispering in her ear like the first day they met that if she follows his plan without any casualties, he would give her special rewards and yes I do mean THOSE kind of rewards because this man is K I N K Y. I don’t even like him, I blame my friend who’s constantly giving me these ideas about him. You’re lucky you’re a bitch or I’d probably be on the floor for you too.

Victor:

Victor’s biggest struggle is vulnerability. He is very blunt and says what comes to his mind without always thinking it through.

Because of this, he upsets MC when talking about her weight.

He meant no harm from whatever he may have said but notices MC’s sorrowful expression after lifting his eyes from the papers on his desk to meet her gaze.

He immediately acknowledges what he had done and puts everything away for the day, offering to take her to Souvenir.

“What..?”

Victor: I’m done for the day. If you don’t have anything else to do, you can come with me.

“But why?”

Victor: You’re still you regardless of your weight, but if it’s something you want to change, I’ll help.

The man wanted to tell her she’s beautiful and amazing no matter what, but hahaha we all know this man can’t compliment for the life of him. Jkjk he can but like I said before, v u l n e r a b i l i t y. He struggles with expressing his true feelings.

MC responds with pure shock on her face,

“Really?? You’d help me?”

Victor: Only an idiot would ask a question like that. You should count on me more when you’re struggling with something like this.

Baka this baka that. If I don’t add it somewhere, than this whole HC isn’t accurate at all. All you thirsty Victor hoes go watch his baka clip if you want more *spray bottles*

He tidies up his desk and grabs his coat, heading towards the door while MC stumbles over her thoughts.

He only stops halfway out the door to look back over his shoulder at MC.

Victor: Well?

“I— I’m coming!”

She rushes over and follows him out the door.

Victor ends up making MC a delicious and healthy meal, one he knows is a special meal for a weight loss diet.

Cooking was never that important to him. He only learned because of the little girl he once knew. But now... Now he has a new reason to continue cooking.

That girl had come back to him and he would do anything in his power to make her happy.

Shaw:

He watches MC intently as she talks about how difficult it is for her.

Right before MC finishes, he places her on his skateboard and takes off without giving her time to protest.

She shouts in fear ofc. Why wouldn’t she. I’m terrified every time the game says he puts mc on his skateboard just—

Shaw chuckles with amusement in her ear and then tells her to push off with her own feet.

“ARE YOU INSANE?” yes, yes he is

Shaw: I won’t let you fall but I won’t stop until you push.

“Fine fine!”

With the help of Shaw keeping her steady, she’s able to smoothly push off the skateboard a few times.

After getting the hang of it, there’s a slight smile taking place of her feared expression from before.

Shaw’s expression, however, doesn’t change in the slightest. That teasing smirk rests on his face as she continues to push them down the park sidewalk.

As they reach the main road, she yells back to Shaw when the skateboard doesn’t slow down.

“Shaw—!”

It’s all she managed to get out as the fear she once had returned again.

MC shut her eyes with panic as the street grew closer and closer, only to feel an arm wrap around her as the cold wind hitting her face dissipated.

When her eyes opened, she saw Shaw giving her the same mocking smirk he always wears. However, his eyes showed signs of gentleness he doesn’t often express.

He offers her one of his skateboards for workout purposes as well as being her workout partner.

MCs chuckles out of amusement from the idea of HER riding a skateboard by herself. totally a reason why Shaw made this offer. He feeds off of entertainment.

She politely declines his offer of skateboarding but hesitantly asks if he would help her in other ways.

The question needs no thought from Shaw but he doesn’t want her to know he made up his mind to help long ago. ah yes, his one weakness as well, vulnerability

Shaw: I suppose being of assistance to you may turn out entertaining.

MC: Is that all I am to you? A source of entertainment?

She pouts at him half jokingly but he pays no mind to it as he kicks up his skateboard and continues walking ahead while suggesting a few things they can do to help with weight loss. Daring but not enough to scare her away. He actually wants to help but needs her to comply with his suggestions

Shaw is the type to help those he cares for without making it obvious. He believes personal relationships is a weakness for someone like him so he always keeps people at arms length; He always wants a possible way out for when he has to push people away.

While this is true, he’s also struggled with vulnerability his whole life. Considering the type of person his father was, growing up with a man like that not only puts pressure on Shaw, but also forms this broken and terrified personality under his overconfident facade.

Someone please just hold this man, he’s trying his best and needs healing

Their solution for MC is to try some fun activities together. Fun enough for MC to believe that Shaw isn’t going out of his way for her but also not as extreme to the point where MC won’t participate.

[missjanjie]

I’m the Fire and You’re My Fuel | Kamjie

Title: I’m the Fire and You’re My Fuel Summary: Kameron and Vanessa are still riding the high of their new relationship, and it has them winding up in some unexpected places. (inspired by a dream i had last night) Word Count: 1579 Relationship(s): Kamjie (Vanessa Vanjie Mateo/Kameron Michaels) Rating: E

read on ao3 | ko-fi

Kameron didn’t know how much of the incident he was about to describe would be shown on TV, but he did know it was still a major network and the line would have to be drawn somewhere way before things became, well, pornographic.

After a quick touch-up from hair and makeup, the producer prompted him. “What happened backstage with Vanjie after that show?”

And even though he knew they knew already, Kameron blushed. He wasn’t the type of person to let that sort of thing happen normally. Sure, he liked a bit of PDA, especially with his cute, new boyfriend, but this was something else.

“So, it’s after the show and I see Vanjie. He’s partially undressed and all sweaty but still has a full face on. And he just looked really hot and I...” he cleared his throat and looked down, deciding whether or not he was actually about to admit this on camera. “Um… I pulled him into this little, closed off space and we started making out…”

“Is that all that happened?”

Kameron groaned and buried his head in his hands. “No… We hooked up in there,” he confessed. He fanned himself, now unable to look directly at the camera. “This isn’t like me at all. I swear, I don’t know what’s come over me since Vanjie and I started dating. But honestly? I’m not mad at it.”

Naturally, Vanessa was given the same prompt. This was a juicy story, one that definitely warranted both sides. And Vanessa was just as nervous and awkward. “Shit, y’all really gon’ make me tell this story, huh?” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I was just walkin’ around backstage, minding my own damn business, when Kameron grabbed me and pulled me into this little… like, not a closet, but a little, y’know, space. We started kissing and… y’all just gotta fill in the blanks from there, but it was good good,” he laughed. “Kameron’s got a wild side, I’m here for it.”

The Night Before

Vanessa had just taken his wig cap off, aimlessly trying to fluff up his hair as he made his way across the backstage. He knew he’d forgotten something on the other side, but for the life of him couldn’t remember what. He figured he would know it when he saw it and hoped retracing his steps would jog his memory.

Kameron was standing in a white, terrycloth robe, talking to one of the dancers. He couldn’t be bothered to take off his makeup or put clothes on just yet. Shortly after the dancer left, his eyes locked on Vanessa. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and he just wanted to get his hands on him every chance he got. “Hey you,” he cooed, taking Vanessa by the arm and pulling him close.

Vanessa grinned and placed a kiss to his lips. “Hey,” he greeted, brushing against his lips as he spoke and stealing a few more kisses.

It was some sort of impulse Kameron would later find inexplicable, but when he noticed a little space they could slip into and stay otherwise out of sight, he pulled Vanessa into it and kissed him hard.

“The fuck are you doing?” Vanessa whispered, giggling. There was virtually no room in this spot, the two of them pressed up against each other.

“No idea, feel free to stop me,” he chuckled as he tangled his fingers through the smaller queen’s hair and pulled him back in for another kiss, then another, until they were making out sloppily, driven by a sudden rush of lust.

Vanessa smirked into the kisses. “You know I’m not stopping shit,” he murmured, pressing kisses along Kameron’s jaw. “Whatcha got on under that robe, huh?” he asked, already untying it. Just from running his fingers along the elastic, he knew the exact type of briefs he had on, making his smirk broaden.

Kameron chuckled softly and let the robe drop to the floor and let it pool around his ankles. “Was gonna tell you to find out for yourself, but you beat me to the punch.” He tilted his head back and let out a pleased sigh as Vanessa kissed and nipped along the expanse of skin.

“Can’t exactly take our time in here,” Vanessa pointed out as he got down to Kameron’s collarbone, then to his biceps, biting and sucking on and around his nipples with his hands pressed firmly against his boyfriend’s back.

His head leaned his head against the wall, eyes shut and mouth hanging open. He didn’t have to watch Vanessa to know where his mind was headed. “Fuck, are we really doing this?”

Vanessa looked up at him. “We’d be fuckin’ in here if we wouldn’t have to do it raw and dry,” he retorted, snapping the elastic of Kameron’s briefs against him.

There was a part of Kameron that wondered how much experience Vanessa actually had fooling around in high-risk locations. He’d heard rumors of what he and Brooke Lynn got away with on set, but rumors generally had the tendency to be exaggerated. But he had to admit, it would help explain the sheer confidence Vanessa had getting on his knees for him with so many people passing by.

When Vanessa was certain Kameron wasn’t backing out of this, he continued. He tugged the black briefs down and spit on his hand before wrapping it around Kameron’s cock. He stroked it steadily until it was completely hard, then eased his length into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Kameron exhaled in a breathy whisper. He heard footsteps get a little too close for comfort as Vanessa started to bob his head, but to his surprise, the momentary danger spurred his arousal on even more. He covered his mouth with one hand, the other gripping onto Vanessa’s hair, though not hard enough to keep him from moving on his own accord.

Vanessa was relishing this, finding himself more and more obsessed with getting someone as quiet and reserved as Kameron to indulge in something like this. Of course, he made it worth the risk, relaxing his throat as he bobbed his head until he was able to deep-throat him, forehead resting against Kameron’s lower abdomen as he steadied himself.

Kameron had to bite down on his hand to keep himself from moaning, because if he let himself even a little, it would spin out of control with no way to reel it in. He did his best to keep himself still, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

But Kameron was surprised once again when Vanessa stilled and tapped his thigh to get his attention. Once their eyes met, Vanessa nodded at him (at least, as best as he could given the circumstance). It took him a moment, but Kameron picked up on what he was trying to convey. “Tap me again if you need me to stop,” he whispered before his hips started to move in slow, shallow thrusts.

It did take another moment for Vanessa to get comfortable, but once he did, he focused all of his attention on watching Kameron’s face twist and contort with pleasure, knowing he was trying so desperately to stay quiet. He noticed when the thrusts became harsher and more erratic and he knew Kameron was close, so he kept himself as still as he could.

On the other hand, Kameron couldn’t have stayed still if he tried. He still tried to stay conscious of his actions, but it became near impossible as his orgasm hit. His hips pushed forward, but he managed to stay still as Vanessa sucked him dry, not backing off until he was completely spent.

Vanessa picked up Kameron’s robe as he got up. “Better put this back on,” he winked and handed it to him.

Kameron chuckled breathlessly as he put the robe back on. “You are something else,” he muttered and pulled his briefs back up.

“That’s what you get for pulling me into a broom closet’s broom closet,” he retorted and kissed him chastely. “Imma head back to the dressing room before people start askin’ questions.”

“You do that,” he waited a couple moments after Vanessa left before returning to the other dressing room, lest they look even more suspicious. It was then that he remembered there were cameras around, ones that likely caught at least part of their rendezvous. But that was an issue for another day, he decided. For now, he just wanted to get changed as quickly as possible.

“Where have you been, missy?” Yvie asked when Vanessa rejoined them.

“I was getting…” he furrowed his brows. If he’d forgotten what he was looking for before, he certainly had no idea now. “I forgot something on the other side, but I don’t remember what it was.”

Luckily, this was rather on brand for Vanessa, and neither Yvie nor Derrick questioned him any further. Kameron, on the other hand, didn’t have the same luck.

“Why do you have bite marks on your tits?” Naomi asked as Kameron dropped his robe to get dressed.

“Huh?” Kameron looked in the mirror and groaned. While Vanessa had kept his neck free of incriminating marks, his chest was not as lucky. “Um… I plead the fifth.”

Naomi snorted as he pulled up his jeans. “Nice going, you horny monsters,” he teased, then followed up with, “was it good, though? Worth it?”

Kameron’s embarrassed expression broke into a grin. “Oh yeah, definitely.”

[ssixa]

CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yay finally a long chapter! glad y’all are enjoying this story! The collage sucks for this one, but it was a struggle lol.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Six

~Months Later~

I can’t believe the tour has already kicked off! Especially it being a world tour, the poor boys are going to be so excited and yet exhausted. 

“Yo bitch, whatcha doin this weekend?” I text my best friend y/f/n

“Nothin, probs just going to the bar. Wassup?” She replied 

“Guess who scored us some tickets to a very specific concert that we couldn’t get tickets for?” I send with a smirk

“Biittchhhh you dddiiiddnn’ttttt”

“Bbbiiittcchhhh I dddiiiddd” 

“How the hell did you get Got7 tickets when they’re sold out...what organs did you sell?” She questioned suddenly 

“Let’s just say I met a trustworthy person who was selling them for cheap” I reply not wanting to ruin the surprise

“Fuck it, I don’t want to know, just tell me how much they are later” she sends

“Np” 

“Also we better take some cute ass pics when we’re there, but then again, when do we ever not take cute ass pics” I send 

“Bitch you best believe I’ll look cute, don’t you worry” 

I put my phone away after scrolling through my social medias out of boredom. This weekend can’t come fast enough honestly. Just gotta make it through the work week at my other job. Yet again so many Karen’s coming in and doing what Karen’s do, men fully disregarding what I’m saying because I’m a young black woman; so on and so forth. The week was more busy than I thought because at a blink of an eye it was Saturday aka the day of the Got7 concert! I decided to get dressed at y/f/n’s place since it would be more convenient since she lives closer to the venue.

After getting dressed (and lookin fucking cute, but sexy at the same time) we head to the venue. I direct y/f/n that we should walk towards the ticketing booth in order to pick up the tickets. Luckily the tour and this venue had a common agreement on different ways you can have your tickets and luckily buying and picking up the physical ones at the booth was one option. 

“Ugh I seriously need to find out who got you these tickets! They can be our concert ticket dealer hahaha” y/f/n says

“A girl has her secrets” I give her a wink and keep walking.

We head towards the entrance of the venue and wait in line until doors open. As we do for past concerts, we start conversations with other fans in line. A basic convo of “who’s your bias?”, “what other groups do y’all stan?”, etc. Luckily it makes the time go by faster because before we knew it, doors opened and they started scanning tickets and letting everyone in. We found our seats and saw that some of the fans we made friends with in line were sitting right behind us. We continued our conversation about nothing specific really until I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and see that Mark messaged me, 

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!!” Mark messaged

“MAAARRRKKKK!!!” I replied 

“I see you”

“Can you please not be creepy”

“Awe but it’s fun! ANYWAYS I can’t believe you’re here I can’t wait to see you!” he replied excitedly 

“I can’t wait to see you either! First time I’m getting to see you performing on stage. I seriously can’t” I quickly reply

“OH RIGHT! I remember why I texted you, check under your chair” he messaged

“You’re making me nervous boy”

“First of all, I’m a man. Second of all, stop being a wimp and look under your chair” he replies back with an eye rolling emoji. 

I decide to give in and squeeze myself on the ground between my chair and the chair in front of me. I feel a little bit around until my hand takes hold of something. I pull it out and it’s an envelope so I open it because what harm is there in opening a mysterious envelope from Mark. When I opened it, I shut it just as quickly, I looked side to side to make sure no one saw, shoved it in my bag, and grabbed my phone. 

“Mark Tuan imma kill you” I message adding a crying emoji

“Am I your favorite member now?” he said with a cute emoji

“Nope, still loyal, but Mark you really didn’t have to do this! VIP BACKSTAGE PASSES”

“How could I not?! You’re one of my friends that I cherish and it’s been so long. The fact that you thought that just attending the concert would be the end of it...I’m hurt” he replies almost sounding a little too butthurt. 

“Fine fine, but you know I love you right! I seriously can’t believe I can even call you a friend, let alone a close friend at that!” I message excitedly 

“I-love you too, you’re seriously someone I didn’t expect to show up in the circumstances they did. Thank goodness you did though, I was on the brink of murdering Yug because he was just calling me by my name. That child has no respect”

“Mark, honey, you’re American, I wouldn’t have guessed you were so serious about that type of stuff” I retorted

“Well I’m used to the way things run so I just want to hit him sometimes, what an annoying brat” he sent. I ended up laughing and y/f/n looked at me curious as to what was so funny on my phone. I quickly hid it, but I already knew she knew something was up. That’s why I was grateful when she didn’t push further because she knows I always end up spilling the tea later.

“That makes sense anyways you see where I am right?” I ask

“Yup, you look pretty” he comments as he always does

“Whatever, you see the girl to the right of me?” 

“Kinda, I can’t really see her face though”

“Oh let me help” I replied. 

“Yo y/f/n let’s take a pic” I get her attention. She turned around and agreed seeing that it wasn’t unusual for us to take pics together, especially at concerts. 

“Ooo these are cute” she comments then turns back around to keep talking to our new friends. 

“See now, cute right?” I text Mark

“Oh yeah~ she’s cute I guess, what about her though?” He replies

“That’s the friend I was telling you about and lucky for you she doesn’t have a solid bias in the group yet” I mention knowing that it would peek his interest. 

“Oh she doesn’t now, well now I’m even more excited to meet her” he comments, with easy excitement detected in his message. 

“Well thanks to you, we all get to meet each other!” I message excitedly 

“You’re very welcome sweetheart, but I gtg my turn to get pretty” he sends

“Lol you’ve always been pretty, but see you later!” 

“Lol bye” he texted lastly. 

I spend the rest of the time before the concert trying to devise how I’m going to keep surprising y/f/n until we reach the boys while still talking to our new friends. I decided that I would say I found these badges in one of the bathroom stalls after going in after a staff member and decided that it would be our ticket into the backstage. Perfect, not only is it a crazy idea, but the prize at the end (her reaction) will be the icing on the cake. I decided to text Mark about the plan and to also tell the manager so when we do get back there we don’t get in actual trouble. He saw my message and sent an emoji making sure I understood he got the message. This made the whole experience even better.  

The lights dimmer and we knew the show was starting. The whole place erupted in screams and chants of “Got7” echoing everywhere. The stage lit up and the boys walked out. I screamed and almost busted a lung at how good the boys looked up there. Mark looking exceptionally nice almost made me forget how much of an idiot he really is. It amazes me how humans can deceive each other so easily by just putting on an act. 

The concert was beyond amazing! I almost forgot while in the middle of the concert how I actually know the boys and consider them my friends. My mind went back to just being a simple ahgase and it being just that. It wasn’t until Mark came to my side of the stage and did some weird thing that I recalled that I actually know this fool personally. Then Mark pointed me out to the other members so once they spotted me they made their rounds to come to my side of the stage and do something that made my whole side scream. One girl in front of me thought that the finger heart from Jackson was for her when it was really meant for me. Poor girl.

The concert went on, screams were loud, fanchants were strong, light stick choreo was on point, the BOYS choreo was definitely on point, and honestly everything was just perfect. In the back of my head I couldn’t wait to finally meet the boys and better yet, be able to get this secret off my chest. I still hadn’t told anyone of me knowing the boys so to be able to tell y/f/n was going to be a load off my chest. It was the end of the concert with the boys concluding it with a classic that is “A.” During one of the chorus point dances JB came to my side of the stage like he had done once or twice before. While Youngjae and him sang the chorus JB never stopped looking me during the certain lyrics

“Ei da aneunde wae jakku sumgyeo

Nega nal joahaneunge imi

Ne eolgure sseuyeoisseo

Ei nareul boda wae nuneul dollyeo

Da aneunde ei e...”

(Translated: “Hey I already know everything so why are you hiding

It’s written all over your face that you like me

Hey why do you look away

I know everything”)

Contradictory to the lyrics, more specifically JB’s verse, I couldn’t look away. Was he confessing...to me? There’s now way. My heart sped up at the thought that my bias, my ult bias at that, has feelings for me! It was hard to get immersed in the rest of the concert with my head getting mixed signals of what JB really did was meant for me or just did it to tease me, not like it would be the first time. We talked a lot over messenger and really clicked, that included him reminding me that he knew that he was my favorite. Yeah I grew legit feelings for him, but my brain rationalized that it wouldn’t make sense for that to ever exist beyond that, but if what he did right now on stage was him confessing to me, maybe...there’s a chance.

It’s just the possibility of him liking me from only talking to me, while my feelings have existed. I need to stop thinking about this because there’s no way

“Y/n just enjoy the rest of the concert” I mumbled to myself. Thank goodness it was loud and dark enough that no one could hear me or see me. 

When the concert ended, y/f/n and I just sat there in utter amazement. We couldn’t believe we just had the chance to witness this and not to mention a relief since it had been so long for Got7 to come back to a city near enough that we could travel. After a moment of shock, I looked at her

“Yo bitch” I said to grab her attention

“What bitch?” She replied, such friendship

“This night ain’t over yet” I commented and signaled for her to look down her face of confusion and shock filled her face

“Y/n how the hell did you get these?!” She whispered yelled to not get much attention to us

“Remember when I went to the bathroom earlier? I guess I used a stall after one of the staff members and they misplaced it there” I commented hoping she would believe the lie

“Y/n you don’t do wild shit like that though, it’s always me” she mentions 

“I know but I’m willing to risk it all because what’s the worst that could happen?” I say hoping to convince her

“Well first we could be black listed by JYP, we would be the new face of sasaengs and last I checked there aren’t many or many in general black sasaengs...that should be enough reasons not to do it” she said.

“Yes, but if it works then we have a high chance of meeting Got7 and think about how much staff they have. What’s the likeliness they would know who we are'' I bring up

“Damn, you making me do dumb bitch shit...fine I’m in” she says. Score. 

We made our way out with most everyone just like normal, but snuck away to a secluded area where security wasn’t looking through. We slipped through a door that led through a hallway that led backstage. Getting backstage we were looked at sideways but everyone was rushing everywhere not paying us any mind (thank goodness their staff was pretty diverse), but I’m surprised no one noticed how different we stick out especially with our outfits. . 

We slip passed another door, we turned around getting stopped in our tracks by the boys’ manager. He wore this scowl on his face and both of us freaked. Then I remembered Mark texted me saying the manager would have eyes around the place so when we sneak in he would know where we were. So when running into him and seeing the scowl I knew he was just faking it and yet it was so believable. He stared us down,

“Now I don’t think I recognize you two” he comments 

“Um well you see” y/f/n starts in a slight panic

“We were given these passes by someone higher up in the company so we just decided to let ourselves in instead of waiting for the person they were going to send” I replied back confidently hoping it sounded believable enough...to y/f/n that is.

“‘Someone higher up huh?’ well who might that be exactly?” he questioned 

“I don’t have to say and you can’t make me” I snap back with a bit of attitude 

“Well if it is like that, I can’t allow you to proceed any further” he snarls back. Wow he’s really into this. JYP should really look into an acting career for this man and if not that give him a raise or something.

“Now if you two ladies could follow me to this room and I’ll get security to come deal with you both” he continued. y/f/n was getting visibly overwhelmed, but thankfully she had her inhaler with her. I hated to see that her reaction was getting that intense, but we were so close.

“Fine” I replied back fake angrily. y/f/n and I follow the manager back to a room that was labeled “Security” on the front. Perfect, everything was going to plan. Mark helped give more detail to my plan and thought to get a sheet of paper and put security to make the plan more believable. What we didn’t know though is under that sheet of paper it actually said “Artists Dressing Room.” It also occurred to me how good the manager's english had gotten. I guess it worked out with my Korean also getting much better as well. Luckily, I told y/f/n that I decided to study Korean again so she didn’t question why I was able to speak so well. She is able to speak pretty well herself, but the intensity of the situation caused her brain to freak out not being able to respond.

Once we reached the door, the manager slowly turned around. We briefly made eye contact and a smirk slightly graced his face. This is it, y/f/n looked like her nerves were a bit calmer, but I was sure to stand behind her in case she passed out. The manager opened the door and stepped to the side, he ushered us in and I gasp really loudly, 

“OMG IT’S GOT7” I exclaim. The boys all shot their heads up from different areas of the room, the sense of panic that graced their face for a few seconds made it even better. That stupid Mark, I guess he didn’t tell the boys of the plan so they must have thought that we were crazed fans who actually snuck in. Once the boys stared in shock for a few more seconds, all the sudden I hear

“y/nnnnn!!!” Mark screamed and dashed from the chair he was lounging in for a hug. I start laughing hysterically when I turn to see y/f/n’s hella confused face. It took me all the strength to try and stop laughing, but eventually I was able to calm down enough to talk,

“SURPRISE BITCH!!” I look to y/f/n and yell, her face still in utter shock and confusion. 

“Hey boys” I wave crazily to the boys who finally have the previous shock go away and have faces grazed with the biggest of smiles.

“y/n, how are you here?!” Youngjae questioned. From my peripheral vision I could see the boys look with beaming eyes mentally waiting for the answer to that same exact question they were all sharing. I look to Mark and comment

“You idiot, you didn’t tell them?” I laugh

“Well seeing you were surprising your friend, I wanted to do the same for the boys” he laughed back. 

“Makes sense, this was worth it though to see their faces” we both started laughing. Mark went on to explain in Korean about the plan we concocted and how we were able to execute it along with the help of the manager and other staff members. The boys nod and I turn to y/f/n explaining everything similarly. 

“I hate you so much right now” y/f/n says but with humor

“Awe but I love you so much” I replied back lovingly

“Mark this is my friend y/f/n I was telling you about before” I turn to Mark and say

“Nice to meet you!” Mark said with a bright smile

“Nice to meet you too” y/f/n replied back slightly shyly but still with slight confidence. Mark directs us to go and sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by him and Jackson. We all took a seat while BamBam, Yug, and JB were getting their makeup taken off and getting dressed in more comfier clothing behind a panel. 

“This is crazy that we’re finally getting to meet you y/n though it feels like we’ve been friends for ages’ Jackson speaks up.

“I know right! It’s still surreal that we’re all pretty good friends given we’ve never met physically...well except for Mark that is” 

“Wait how do you even know Mark...like how the hell did that even happen?” y/f/n speaks up. The boys looked at each other surprised that she didn’t know even though Mark and I had been talking for months. I look to Mark to see if it was fine to tell her given that he’s not one of my patients anymore, but still it would be illegal and immoral to start spilling unless allowed. He gives me the go ahead and I turn back to y/f/n and explain to her how it came to be. From all the stupid stuff he said to getting to talk to the boys over facetime, nothing was left unturned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and how lucky I was to have a chance encounter like this. 

“Wow you really lived the ‘y/n’ life right now huh?” She commented

“I’m just glad I was able to get it off my chest, it was really hard trying to keep this a secret for that long” I laughed 

“But why now, like how long you think you would’ve held it in if they didn’t have a tour?” she questioned

“Honestly I was close to just spilling everything, but luckily the tour was announced. You can also thank Mark for the free tickets and passes by the way” I laughed. y/f/n looked at Mark and had no other way of phrasing words than to say thank you multiple times

“It’s no problem at all, your reaction was priceless though! It made it worth it in the end” he laughed.

I sit there looking at my surroundings amazed this is actually happening. Mark irritatingly asked y/f/n to tell him stories of stupid shit I’ve done in the past because I refused to tell him. y/f/n went along I’m guessing as payback for the stupid stunt I pulled with this whole encounter. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put those two together because now Jackson is listening in and I guess so is BamBam from the makeup chair because I can hear him laughing along with everyone else at some part of the story that I don’t even remember (I must have been drunk...whoops). Even then, I don’t think anything could top this moment…

Now I have to figure out why JB has been avoiding interactions with me since y/f/n and I walked in. 

Previous/Next

[cryptidofthekeys]

“May 19th”

Imma put a keep reading on this bc oh god it’d be too long otherwise and I dont wanna inconvenience others n such but here’s what I had been cryptic about for awhile, its finally out and I am proud of it regardless if its in character or not lmao

Stephanie was sitting at her desk, looking through her paperwork and writing some things down on the side before she heard a knock on the door, she smiled and shouted "Come in!" the door then opened and both Kane and Daniel Bryan walked inside, Kane coming right up to the desk and staring Stephanie down "You wanted to see us...?" He questioned, this made Steph's smile widen "Yes I did!" She took a deep breath "I have a proposition for the both of you..." She started, this made the tag team perk up and look at each other, this time Daniel was the one to speak "...We're listening..." Stephanie then continued on "If the two of you can win all the matches you're in until May gets here... Then I will give the both of you a shot at the Tag Team Championships or to make the deal sweeter... Any title you want to go for! But remember, you HAVE to win ALL your matches and then by May, once you figure out which titles you want to go for, come see me and we'll get it all settled" Daniel and Kane gave one final look before nodding, Daniel was the one to speak up "Sounds good to us, and all we have to do is just... Beat ALL our opponents? Until... May? No catches?" Steph shook her head "No, no catches to it, that's all you have to do" She reassured, which made Daniel give Kane a pat on the shoulder "Let's go get ready then" The pair then walked out of the room immediately, this caused Stephanie's smile to turn into an evil smirk "It's all going according to plan...~ My plan is set in action... Now all I have to do is simply wait..." She mumbled to herself, she then returned to finishing up the paperwork that she had left. (Listen... I am really poor at fight scenes and IF I did all these matches we could be here all day so I'll only do one at the VERY least, was gonna do three but honestly thats a bit too much for me, so first one is coming right up and then there's gonna be a time skip) Team Hell No was preparing for their first match of the month, it was only March so they still had a long way to go before getting their opportunities at some championship gold but they could do it, nothing was in their way and they definitely weren't arguing as much as they used to, this would work out... It just had to, he'd be there for Kane if needed and he knew deep down Kane would be there for him if he needed as well, all they had to do was focus on their goals and get through March and April and things would be smooth sailing from there, after they got ready, they quickly made their way out to the ring, hearing the roar of the crowds got them pumped up, they were definitely ready to face whoever their opponents were, Daniel gave Kane a look who only nodded in return. After a few minutes, their opponents were none other than... Damien Sandow and Cody Rhodes aka Team Rhodes Scholars, this should be an easy one... They've defeated them before, they can do it again! All they have to do is just... Focus, focus on what the goal is, what the reward will be... They listened as the crowd booed the pair all the way to the ring, the crowd definitely wasn't fond of them that was for sure, after they finished their entrance, the teams took their places and were ready to start the match, Daniel and Damien were the first ones to fight, the referee then rang the bell and the match began, Daniel started things off with a bang and went right after Damien, he was determined to win this match, he was determined to win all their matches, he wanted a shot at some gold, that was for sure. Eventually, Damien had gotten the upper hand of Daniel and went on the attack, he was going to try his best to keep him away from his tag team partner, Damien went over and tagged in his partner, Cody Rhodes, who came in strong and immediately started working on Daniel's arm, he needed to injure his arm to prevent him from locking in The Yes Lock in this match, much to Daniel's dismay who tried to get out of Cody's grip on his arm, he wanted to make it over to Kane, he was getting worn down and he definitely needed a break to regain some stamina, Cody definitely had a tight grip and the more he wrenched Daniel's arm the more it began to hurt, eventually... Daniel managed to power out of it and over to Kane to make a tag, and of course the crowd went wild as Kane powered through Cody like he was nothing. And for awhile, that's how it was, Kane absolutely manhandled Cody and dominated him throughout the match, after awhile Cody had gained the upper hand and managed to get Kane on the ropes, literally... Which resulted in the referee coming over and counting, if Cody didn't release him by the count of five he'd be disqualified, luckily he did right before the ref managed to say five, he put his hands up in defense  and backed off immediately, after he knew he'd be safe from disqualification he continued his onslaught against Kane, after he got him down he went for the pin only to be interrupted at the count of two by Daniel Bryan, and then Damien came into the ring and attacked Daniel, those two proceeded to take their fight outside the ring, much to the ref's dismay. Eventually, Kane had managed to get to his feet and he grabbed Cody by the throat, it was over... Kane then hoisted Cody up into the air and slammed him down, he listened to the crowd roar and cheer, he couldn't help but chuckle at that as he pinned Cody, the ref counted "One! Two! Three!!" The bell rang again, and Kane's music hit as Daniel knocked Sandow down to the ground and slid back into the ring, it took him a minute to realize that the he and Kane had won their first match-up, one step closer! This made Daniel grow more excited, he began to do his chants of 'Yes! Yes! Yes!', he even gave Kane a hug which seemed to stun the big man at first, Kane only gave him on awkward pat on the back in return, after celebrating and soaking in the crowd's cheers, they finally left the ring and headed back stage. (Cue a Time Skip because again, I am horrible at fight scenes but also because legit the fights are just gonna be the same thing over n over again and it'll be boring- y'all know who's gonna win already) Stephanie was sitting at her desk, once again, mostly just waiting for... Someone it seemed, just then, the door flew open and an excited Daniel Bryan entered the room, Stephanie had a bright smile on her face "Ah! Daniel, I see someone's excited... I must say, what you and Kane did was v e r y impressive... Congratulations!" She exclaimed, meanwhile Daniel grinned "Yeah... Thanks, it was tough but we managed to do it!" Stephanie nodded "Now there's a matter of what championships the both of you want, have you come to a decision with your partner?" Daniel nodded "Yes, we both agreed on the Tag Team Championships, we want a shot at those!" Stephanie's smile widened "I thought you would... Tag Team Championships it is! Now... Let's see when I can schedule that particular match... Hmmm..." Stephanie's smile dropped immediately once she saw the only date she had for the championship match up. She glanced up at Daniel with a concerned expression which confused him immensely "What uh, what's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost! When can we have our title shot?" Stephanie took a deep breath "Well... Daniel, uh... You... um... The title shot is on... Ma... Ma-May..." She glanced around for a few seconds and towards the door before finishing her sentence "May... Nineteenth..." Daniel merely rose a brow and shrugged "Eh, doesn't sound that bad to me... It sounds good to me, May Nineteenth it is!" He immediately headed out the door, Stephanie had tried to call out after him but it was too late, after a few moments however... Stephanie only chuckled "...Ah... Good to know Daniel doesn't know the truth about May Nineteenth... He'll find out soon enough... My plan is going so well..." Meanwhile... Daniel was on his way to tell Kane the date their match was set. He entered their locker room and had a bright confident smile on his face "So... Stephanie told me when our title match was, she... She was acting weird about the date though, almost like she was... Scared to say it..." Kane seemed interested "...What could give Stephanie such a fright?" Daniel shrugged "I dunno... But anyways, she said our match was on May Nineteenth, we'll have a shot at the Tag Team Titles on that night!" Kane's eyes widened and he silently stared at his partner for a few moments before speaking up "...D a n i e l... What... Did you just say...?" He took a deep breath, he couldn't get angry... Maybe... He just misheard his partner... That's gotta be it... Daniel repeated himself "I said our match is on May. N i n e t e e n t h..." That date echoed inside Kane's head and suddenly... A lot of horrible memories began flooding back to him, his breathing picked up and he clutched his hand into a fist "...Don't. E v e r. say. that... D a t e..." This made Daniel raise his arms up in defense and back off "I... don't get it...? What's wrong with May Nineteenth?" He questioned. Kane merely took a deep breath and flipped his hair out of his face "...Just... Promise me Daniel, promise me you won't say that date again..." Daniel could tell Kane was really serious about this and given the fact he really didn't want to be choked out or chokeslammed in the slightest, he nodded "Alright... No more of t h a t date... Got it... Let's just take a breather... And relax a little bit..." Kane gave him a nod and sat down, he stared down at the floor, he understood now why Stephanie was so worried to say that date, he just... needed to ignore it, he didn't want all those memories to come flooding back to him... Otherwise he knew his tag team partner would be in serious danger, he remembers what he did... to The Big Show all those years ago because he said t h a t date.... He shook himself out of those thoughts at the sound of Daniel snapping his fingers "Hey... I'm uh, sorry, I dunno the deal with that date and I won't ask but, I didn't mean to like... Upset you THAT badly, you... good man?" He questioned, he wouldn't deny, he was a little bit nervous when Kane stood up. Kane nodded "I'm fine... Just, let's get out there... and prepare... for uh, our... Our matches... We need to focus on those before our title shot..." He spoke, Daniel nodded and followed Kane out of the room, they still had a few matches before that date, they needed to focus on now instead of the future, and that's exactly what they were going to do... (Cue a bit of a time skip, like to... May 10th, gotta skip for plot reasons n everything) Daniel and Kane had just finished another match, they had lost this one and it was to the actual tag team champions, it wasn't their title shot, it was just a match up between the pairs beforehand to test their strengths and abilities and both Kane and Daniel were pretty angry about their loss, suddenly they were stopped by Michael Cole "Excuse me, Team Hell No... Could I get a word with the both of you about what just happened?" The pair glared at Michael Cole but Daniel spoke into the microphone "Those two... Rollins and Reigns! You won't be so lucky the next time we fight!" He paused, glancing back at Michael Cole before speaking up "Come May Nineteenth we'll-" Daniel immediately stopped talking and his eyes widened, he was just... extremely furious, he didn't... He didn't mean to say it again... He glanced over at Kane who looked shocked and angry and for a moment he got in Daniel's face, this was the moment Cole gunned for an exit, he didn't want to be caught in the crossfire. Daniel's eyes were still wide "I'm...- Kane... I'm sorry, I just got caught up in-" Kane quickly grabbed his partner by the throat and tightened his grip "I thought... I told you... NEVER to say that date... A g a i n!" He snapped, his grip threatening to tighten even more, Daniel quickly grasped at Kane's arm "It was an- (cough!) accident!" He yelled out, squeezing and clawing at Kane's arm, desperately trying to break free before he gets choked out, meanwhile Kane's memories came flooding back all at once, he remembered what happened that night... He remembered it all.... He shook his head and threw Daniel to the floor before storming off, leaving the other to cough and splutter on the ground, that was the last straw... Daniel HAD to know what this was all about, he'd just leave Kane alone for awhile and let him cool down while he goes and investigates and what better way to start off than Kane's old tag team partner... "Hey... uh, Show, got a sec?" Daniel questioned, The Big Show... One of Kane's old tag team partners, he knew him pretty well... Hopefully he could help Daniel figure this mess out "Uhh yeah, what'cha need?" Big Show questioned, raising a brow and waiting for the other to speak "So uhh... I'm... having some problems..." He paused, glancing at Show before continuing "It... involves Kane..." This made Show sigh "Oh no... Don't tell me y'all are fighting again... What happened this time?" Bryan shook his head "No... Not uh exactly... It... It's not good, it's actually pretty serious..." The Big Show looked on and waited for the other to finish what he was saying "It just... Show, can ya tell me about this date, every time I mention May Nineteenth around Kane he just... stares at me quietly or worse... Things uh got a liiitttle bit... Physical this time" Big Show's expression was one of concern and he sighed "Look, Daniel, lemme tell ya something... This isn't a road you wanna go down, just drop this whole... thing and move on and win your championships, you DON'T wanna do this..." Big Show paused and took a breath "You need to just focus on the more important matters... Kane'll settle down in a bit and if you value your air and your life, I suggest n o t mentioning that around him again whatsoever, trust me, it'll be more beneficial to keeping your team alive and not lead to splitting up abruptly... Anyways, good luck with your match, beat the shield and take those tag team titles from them" He gave Daniel a pat on the shoulder and then walked away, Daniel sighed, he knew there was o n e person left and he REALLY didn't want to go find him... Maybe learning about this wasn't worth it... But... his curiosity was eating him alive at this point "Well... Curiosity killed the cat..." He mumbled to himself, walking off... He had to go find h i m... Daniel knew he had to go find... The Undertaker, if ANYONE knew about this, then he sure would... And maybe he'd give more insight than The Big Show did... Daniel sighed and walked off, he didn't even know where The Undertaker would be at... As he continued walking, after a good bit he noticed the backstage area getting darker and darker, the lights were... turning to the purple-blue-ish like color, Daniel swallowed harshly, well... Maybe it WOULDN'T be as hard to find him as he thought it would... "Uhh... T-Ta...Taker? ...You... here?" He called out even though he was really beginning to not want to, he was beginning to regret his decisions, this was a bad idea... He continued walking and looking around frantically, the lights flickered for a few minutes which made Daniel flinch, and after a bit the lights went out entirely, and that left Daniel in the darkness for a long while before a deep voice echoed out "Daniel... I know why you're here... And my advice to you is to leave. it. a l o n e... Some things you must let go... In order to move forward, this w i l l have dire consequences u n l e s s you drop the subject at hand and leave it in the past..." There was a pause, he could sense Daniel's frustration "There's some things... Especially about me and my little brother... That should s t a y in the past..." The Taker paused once again, before sighing "You probably won't listen... either way, its y o u r funeral if you pursue this topic..." Daniel had listened intently to The Undertaker's words, always so cryptic and mysterious... It was frustrating to him "I just want an answer... That's all I want so I know why Kane... just... hates that date" There was nothing but silence after he spoke, he took a few moments after the silence before speaking again "...T...Taker?" More silence... before the voice echoed from the darkness "Daniel... Forget about that, you need to focus on the t r u e enemy..." Daniel sighed "Yeah yeah I know, The Shield, right?" He questioned, but Taker quickly responded for once "N o... The Shield is not your real enemy here... Keep an eye out... For the true enemy..." This confused Daniel "Wait... What the hell are you talking about?" There was nothing this time, even as Daniel called out, he called out two or three times and he got nothing in response, and the lights had came back on and went back to their original color, this made him sigh and run his hands down his face "...So much for that... ...True enemy... What is he talking about?" He sighed again and turned around, he might as well go see if Kane has calmed down enough now... ...And he did kiiinda- okay no he really wanted to go and apologize to him for, well, saying that date again especially after he promised he wouldn't anymore... Meanwhile... Kane was pacing up and down the hallways, he sped up on occasion when the voices in his head (ya better go see Randy for that problem buddy) got louder, they increased in volume and that date was piercing his ears at this point, those memories were all flooding back in one instance, those feelings, those thoughts he had once, all of those were coming back and he was feeling that same rage he felt in that one moment... Kane immediately fell to both knees in the middle of the hallway and grasped at his head, grabbing strands of hair in the process, the words of 'May Nineteenth' echoing even louder in his head "St...S t o p  I t...." He muttered to himself, pulling slightly at his hair and breathing heavily. Just then... Daniel came around the corner, his eyes widened as he seen his tag team partner on his knees, gripping at his hair and tugging at it "K-Kane!" He immediately ran over and got down on his knees as well, he placed his hand on the other's back "You alright?! What happened?!" Daniel was really concerned, did someone attack him?! They couldn't afford to be attacked right now, things were already tense as it is and not to mention they got a tag team title shot coming up! Daniel then realized what could potentially be wrong "...Kane... I'm very sorry, about uhhh... Well, all of that... I knew this could upset you but I didn't know it could get THIS severe... I'm just, sorry man... I won't mention that date ever again, I swear..." Kane immediately stood up and stared down at Daniel who was beginning to panic a little internally, he didn't know how the other would react. Kane was slightly glaring at his tag team partner, he could feel the rage slowly building up, all the anger he had felt at one point was coming back "D a n i e l..." He started, something about his voice... It actually began to unnerve Bryan, he backed off just a bit which just made Kane come a bit closer "If I was you... I would... r u n while you still can..." He finished, this made Daniel's eyes widened as he stepped back again "...You... Heh... You remember how I said I would not be intimidated by you at one point? Well uhhh... You're really starting to... C'mon, let's just... Forget about all this, let's go back to our normal routine, get ready for our tag team titles, because we're going to win the- ack!" He was cut off as Kane grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall "You just don't listen, do you...? I t o l d you to get. o u t. of. h e r e.... To run, why do you never listen to me?! When I give you a s i m p l e request, you don't follow it and you s t a y!" Kane seemed to finally notice Daniel was knocked unconscious by the slam, he sighed "You've a l w a y s been a stubborn one, haven't you Daniel? Well guess what? That stubbornness is going to be your e n d..." Kane then proceeded to let the other go and slide down to the floor, he then went over to grab Daniel by the leg and proceeded to drag him down the hallway, he knew what he was going to do and the thoughts of it brought a sadistic grin to his face, he hadn't had these kinds of thoughts in such a long time... Something about it felt... Refreshing, something about the thoughts felt... ...G o o d... He chuckled to himself as he continued to drag his 'tag team partner' down the hallway, it was time to visit a special little area of his, one that he hadn't visited in a l o n g time... Eventually... Daniel was slowly coming to consciousness, he heard some mumbling and even the sounds of chains rattling... He slowly opened his eyes and groaned, his vision was blurred and he felt like he had gotten hit by a car almost, he noticed Kane was standing right in front of him, staring down at him with a sadistic smile on his face "Ugh... th-the hell are you doing...?" He mumbled out, he looked around and tried to move, that's when his eyes snapped open and his vision cleared, he realized he was tied up and couldn't move "H-Hey! C'mon man! I know I was a jerk about all that stuff at first, but don't you think this is a little excessive?!" He shouted which only resulted in a chuckle from his 'friend', Kane then walked over and grabbed something, Daniel couldn't quite make out what it was from his position. Kane came over and grabbed his 'friend' by the hair and wrenched his head back, he didn't speak at all but merely waited on... Something, suddenly there was rather feminine sounding chuckle and out of the shadows... There came Stephanie with Triple H by her side, Stephanie had a malicious grin on her face "Oh hello there Daniel..." She started, clearing her throat before continuing "Now I bet you are REALLY confused as to what's happening and why, aren't you? Well... It's quite simple..." She paused, letting out another little chuckle, she was clearly pleased with how things had proceeded "See... I was sick and tired of... THAT Kane... The one that would give you hugs, the one that all bark and no bite... He wasn't sadistic enough, he wasn't what the business needed, I wanted the old Kane back, that sick, twisted, and sadistic mind of his... Now THAT is what is best for business... My plan was v e r y was simple... I had to get you to say t h a t date, the one that... Kane absolutely loathes and then well... I'm sure you can put the r e s t together... Surely you aren't THAT idiotic..." Stephanie gave Kane a look, who only grinned at her which she wouldn't deny... That grin DID unnerve her but she merely smirked in return "Go ahead Kane, do what you need to..." Daniel couldn't believe what he was hearing right now... She had wanted to turn his own partner a g a i n s t him like THIS?! Using something like this, now that was low, even for Stephanie... Just then... He was struck by a realization, a flashback played in his mind, it was what Taker had said to him, all the things about the true enemy... How it WASN'T The Shield... No... He was talking about... Stephanie! He scoffed "You... you... You are literally insane! I don't know what the hell makes you think ANY of this is what's best for business!" He spat, glaring at the pair, they only gave him a smug grin in return. Kane held up the weapon, clear for Daniel to see now, it was some kind of... Spike, that was a weird choice of weapon... but it made his eyes widen nonetheless (a ref to the Kane n Umaga stuff), his tag team partner was about to use that spike against h i m! Kane chuckled and lifted the spike up above Daniel's head, the air was tense, there was nothing but silence before he slowly lowered the spike, this confused Stephanie "Kane, come on, finish him off already! So we can move on from this..." There was still silence, this frustrated Stephanie and even Triple H was getting a little frustrated as well, he stormed over "Did ya hear her? Finish Bryan off! Now!" Kane immediately lunged for Triple H and attacked him, he had dropped the spike while doing so, he threw vicious punches towards Triple H and despite Stephanie's sudden screams and pleads for him to stop, he didn't have any intentions of doing so... After the vicious assault, Hunter was left laying on the ground unconscious, Stephanie immediately stormed over and got in Kane's face "What the hell is your problem?! You CANNOT just attack my husband like that and besides your supposed to be getting Daniel for saying May Nineteenth dammit!" It took her a few seconds to realize what had just slipped out of her mouth, her eyes widened as she watched Kane's expression twist into a scowl, he grabbed her by the throat immediately "Let's get one thing straight here... You and Hunter, you two do NOT control me! You can't control a monster!" He bellowed out, and right as he was about to chokeslam her, the lights went out with the infamous bell sounding from all around... The lights stayed out for a few minutes before another bell had sounded off, the lights coming back on to reveal The Undertaker with Stephanie in his grasp now, this had actually given Kane a shock. Even then, Kane snarled and glared daggers at his brother "This DOES NOT concern you, deadman!" Undertaker only stared back, not even breaking eye contact as he shoved Stephanie away "Untie Daniel, pick up your husband, and leave... N o w... Unless of course you want to cause more damage than you already have" Stephanie didn't exactly want to argue with The Undertaker of all people, and even though she really didn't want too, she begrudgingly untied Daniel who had surprisingly helped her pick Triple H up, she didn't expect him to help... but of course, unlike Steph, Daniel was not a cruel or evil person, they immediately got out of there as fast as they could go, Taker never breaking eye contact with Kane as he began to speak "So... It's happening all over again, isn't it? The memories... They have come back to haunt you..." Kane shook his head "Shut. Up! I said this doesn't concern you! This is none of your business Taker!" Taker shook his head "Kane, you give into your rage too easily... Look at what it's done to you, your rage, the thoughts, the memories... It has clouded your mind..." Kane only chuckled, something about his behavior had entirely shifted, and Taker seemed to notice this and he knew exactly what was going on... "...No... No actually, you see that's where your wrong... These feelings... These thoughts coming back to me... This is a g o o d feeling... I'm glad these memories have come back... Come back and finally woken me up from my daze... Thanks to Daniel, I lost who I truly was... This bond we formed, it's holding me back... I used to be a monster! The Devil's Favorite Demon even! I've let a friendship, I've let humanity... Human emotions in... Something I swore at one point I didn't have, I swore I would never want those filthy emotions! I would not become one of t h e m! No... No no... I am n o t going to let that happen... I. Am. A. M o n s t e r... And I'll prove it!" He lunged for The Undertaker who dodged the attack, Kane only snarled in response and kept attacking "I don't even know why you're getting involved! Just stay. out. of. my. w a y. Deadman..." Taker returned the attacks, each punch getting more and more vicious "I have my reasons... And I am going to put an end to this nonsense before it gets out of control more so than it already has..." When all this was said and done... Taker would be having a little chit-chat with Stephanie and her husband... Taker immediately jumped away from Kane and pointed towards the outside "Let's settle this once and for all... In a Buried Alive match..." Kane only sneered at his brother "Fine, have it your way... but this time... I'm going to make sure you STAY buried!" They both headed that way, Kane not hesitating to deliver a cheap shot from behind, they began exchanging blows, not even waiting until they were actually outside... Meanwhile... Daniel had just kicked open the door to Stephanie's office, hauling Triple H along and then gently laying him down on the couch, Daniel glared daggers at Stephanie who was sitting by her husband's side, gently stroking his arm "Oh sweetie... I'm... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for th-" Daniel shook his head and cut her off "Bullshit! This is entirely your fault! If you hadn't tried getting back this... This old Kane, the m o n s t e r! We wouldn't even be in this situation if it weren't for you! Your husband would be just fine and I'd still have my tag team part... No... No! I'd still have my best friend if it weren't for you!" (oh btw yes I know technically a buried alive match happens ringside or whatever but shh, just roll with it) Stephanie glared at Daniel for a moment before realizing he was... He was right, none of them would be in this situation right now if it weren't for her... and her poor husband... Poor Hunter wouldn't even be in the state he's in right now if not for her actions, her little plan... And who knows what Taker's even going to do or say after all this... She looked away from Daniel who only continued on "I've lost my best friend to whatever is going through his head right now! He's gone because of you and now he's t h a t monster again! Just... Why?! Don't you realize how stupid and insane all of this was?! Kane isn't going to give up on any of us either, if... If The Undertaker doesn't get through to him or something, he's going to come back for the three of us! And this was for what?! Just... what YOU T H I N K is 'best for business'?! Huh?!" Stephanie shook her head, tears beginning to form in her eyes "J...Just... sHUT UP! SHUT UP! I GET IT, OKAY?!" Daniel just sighed and sat down in one of the chairs, grasping at his hair, he hated this... He really hated Stephanie but he didn't... He didn't want to make her cry... He was just exhausted and incredibly frustrated after today's events, he just wanted his best friend back, he just wanted this all to end so he could get some rest... He didn't even figure that supposed tag title match was real either so he had nothing to even look forward too at this point! Stephanie had caused him so much trouble, his best friend had let his monstrous urges take over again and was going on god knows what kind of rampage and he couldn't even do anything about it! He had felt guilty for pushing the May Nineteenth thing so far and even saying it when he promised Kane he wouldn't... Guilt, regret, anger, so many things swirling around Daniel's head and in his mind... He let out a sigh and just sat there in silence... Stephanie didn't say a word, she figured he didn't exactly wanna speak right now... Eventually, she heard a groan and looked down, her husband was coming to and she smiled "Hey hun, can you hear me? Are... Are you alright, do you- do you need to go to the Hospital or anything?" Triple H looked at her and shook his head "No, no Hospital... Damn, my head... Everything's a bit of a blur to be honest... What happened?" Stephanie was about to speak but Daniel surprisingly spoke up before she got a chance "Your little wife's plan backfired, Kane attacked you and now he is on a rampage and Undertaker is dealing with him currently" He had venom behind his tone as he spoke, Hunter had picked up on it and was about to say something else it seemed before he looked at the tv in the room and froze, Stephanie followed his gaze and her eyes widened "Oh my god..." She mumbled out, Daniel rose a brow and glanced back at the tv only to see Undertaker and Kane viciously attacking each other like rabid savage dogs, he noticed the empty grave near them and his eyes widened as well. "Are they..." Daniel began, Hunter followed with a nod "Buried Alive match... Looks like Kane's getting the upperhand against Taker... God forbid Kane actually wins this match..." Daniel shook his head and stood from his seat "NO! He can't bury Kane! That's my best friend dammit! Monster or no monster!" He rushed out of the room, Triple H was about to get up and go after him but he groaned in pain, he was too sore to move "He's going to get slaughtered if he goes out there! Taker n Kane are not exactly people you wanna mess with!" He sighed in frustration, he shouldn't have let Stephanie go through with her plan, he should've stopped her. what was he thinking?! Letting this get to this point... It's not what's best for business anymore, this is a nightmare for the business! Stephanie looked at her husband and then at the door "...I'll go after him and try to help him... It's the LEAST I can do after all I've caused..." Hunter shook his head "Steph no, it's too dangerous! You can't!" Stephanie looked at Hunter "I can, and I am, I've got too, I'll be back I promise just get some rest for now okay?" She gave Hunter a kiss and then immediately left after Daniel despite her husband calling out for her not to run off after them, such a stubborn woman she was ...Probably one of the many reasons he loved her, meanwhile... Undertaker was on the ground, taking a severe beating from his brother, he tried to block the hits as best he could, not succeeding too much, eventually he managed to roll Kane over and deliver a similar if not more powerful beating to him, after that Kane had threw Taker off of himself and got up immediately, grabbing a steel chair that was nearby and hitting the other repeatedly with it, after the chair broke he threw it down and snarled "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!" He screamed at Taker, picking him up off the ground and carrying him over to the grave, he was about to drop his disoriented brother into the hole but then he stopped dead in his tracks, he had malicious grin on his face and pulled the other away from the grave, not yet... It was too soon... He wanted his brother to suffer for a little bit longer... He was getting some heavy and hard shots in, he was actually taking control of this match and d a m n did it feel good... To finally be in control, to have dominance over his older brother like this, the thoughts of his brother's suffering made him chuckle, Kane had the upperhand for the longest time until suddenly Undertaker seemed to have a lot more fight in him, he popped back up and immediately went to town, hammering away at Kane's abdomen, after that Kane had charged at him and Taker immediately raised his leg up to deliver a big boot right to the face, and just like that Kane was down... Taker grabbed him by the arm and slowly dragged him over to the grave, that's when Daniel came running out there, he saw Kane be tossed into the grave and he immediately ran over "NO! TAKER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" He shouted, looking the deadman in the eyes, Taker looked at him and shook his head "It's got to be done, boy... This is the only way..." Daniel shook his head "No! No it's not the only way! I can... I can... I can talk to him!" The Undertaker stared at the other as if he had went completely crazy "There ain't no talkin' to him once he's like this... It's like keeping a rabid dog alive..." Taker paused, clearing his throat before continuing. "Ya can't save 'em... No matter what'cha do... All their gonna do is suffer an' try to kill ya in the end..." He finished, Daniel shook his head "Just give me a chance! Please! He's... Kane's my best friend, I have to try!" Kane's expression twisted into one of disgust at what he heard, he rose from the grave and got out, he glared daggers at Daniel "Get. O u t. Of. H e r e... N o w..." He shoved Daniel back, making sure to mind the grave, that was reserved for his brother... However... if the other refused to leave, he'd happily make a grave for Daniel as well... Daniel shook his head "C'mon Kane... Listen, I'm... Sorry, I should have never pushed that stuff so far, I shouldn't have said the date when I promised I wouldn't..." Kane shook his head and laughed, this laugh sounded much... Different than Kane's usual laugh, granted even his normal laughter still sounded a bit unnerving, even as he spoke... Something was... Off... Something was different "Oh no Daniel... You see that's where I actually have to thank you... You kept pushing and slipping up, you kept saying that date... I've got to give credit to Steph as well... You both have allowed me to reawaken the monster I used to be..." Kane took a pause, getting closer to Daniel who just backed up, Taker still keeping his guard up just in case Kane had tried a surprise attack "I'm finally what I was always meant to be again... Being partners with you, being f r i e n d s with you made me lose sight of that... It gave me these h u m a n emotions... I let myself become w e a k! I'm n o human, I don't f e e l those kinds of pathetic emotions! I AM A MONSTER! A FREAK!" Daniel's eyes widened, he didn't like this... He wouldn't deny, he was definitely becoming a little terrified of Kane but he couldn't let fear get in his way "Kane... You were never w e a k for gaining whatever human emotions you got! You've never been weak, you can literally pick The Big Show up in the air and hold him there! I sure as hell can't do half the things you do! These emotions, whatever it is... Hasn't made you weak in the slightest! You can destroy your opponents with the slightest of ease and not even feel guilty about it in the end!" He thought for a moment before smiling "Remember how we decimated all those guys in the ring? With the chairs? They begged us to stop and yet we wouldn't, you didn't even bat an eye! You kept on hitting them with everything you had!" Kane tilted his head, staring at Daniel intensely, he had thought back to that moment... That... That was a pretty interesting moment... All those pleads for them to stop, the agony those two caused... The d e s t r u c t i o n... For a moment there was a flicker of something aside from rage, pure hatred, or even that sadistic look... Daniel continued on "Oh and! Cody, Sandow, m a n were they practically ASKING for it when they messed with us all those times! We had such good times together... Sure there were ups and downs and still kinda are but I think that can be said about pretty much EVERY tag team that's ever existed! We were and still are the greatest tag team, right partner? Whaddya say? Team Hell No forever?" Daniel grinned and opened his arms, presumably for a hug... Kane stared for a few moments, head tilted before he chuckled and opened his arms slowly "C'mere... P a r t n e r..." Daniel looked so relieved, so happy... Did his talk really work? Did... Did he just get his partner back? He immediately went for the hug, Taker called out for him to stop but it was too late... Kane wrapped his arms around Daniel, it looked like a normal hug and even felt like one... He even gave Daniel a pat on the back. And then in that one singular moment, it all went wrong... Kane's grip tightened and Daniel wheezed "Uh, Kane? You're uh, squeezing a little hard there for a hug?" The other's grip only tightened even more which caused Daniel to struggle and try to fight his way out of it "What the hell?!" Kane let him go and then immediately grabbed him by the throat, preparing for a chokeslam before Undertaker came from behind and began attacking Kane, once Kane was on the ground, he glared over at Daniel "Dammit boy! Don't you ever listen?! You fell for the oldest trick in the damn book!" He growled, Kane giving his brother a swift uppercut which pretty much threw him for a loop, Kane immediately stood and laughed "Oh poor Daniel... Still too naive to see, that human side of me? IT'S GONE! IT'S DEAD AND IT'S NEVER COMING BACK!" He immediately went after Daniel who scooted back "I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A MONSTER! I CARE FOR NO ONE ELSE, NONE OF THE OTHERS, NONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO SHUN FREAKS LIKE ME AWAY AND CERTAINLY. N O T. Y O U..." Daniel winced at that, wow... Something about that, actually... Stung... Kane's words actually got to him this time, he didn't have much time to react to it otherwise as he was picked up by the throat again, grasping and tearing at the hand that was cutting off his air supply, he hoisted his former tag team partner into the air and he finally managed to deliver a chokeslam, after that however, Undertaker came back, unleashing all his fury onto Kane, throwing lefts and rights, kicks, and even a few chokeslams of his own, after this... Stephanie had came out, while they were distracted fighting each other she gasped as she saw Daniel laying on the ground, clutching his throat, she immediately came running over to check on him, usually she'd be more than happy to see Daniel in pain but not... Not this time... She noticed there were actually tears coming out of his eyes, she picked him up and he didn't even seem to notice or care about making some remarks to her, she helped him walk away from the fight and back into the arena. Stephanie was tense as she spoke, she didn't want to upset Daniel anymore than he already was "Are... You alright? Is anything broken...?" Daniel just shook his head, not responding at all with words before he suddenly stopped, forcing Stephanie to stop with him, there was tension in the air before he tore away from her grasp and ran back outside, ignoring Steph calling after him to come back, he ran back out and straight towards Kane, this time not even trying to talk with him, he delivered a swift punch to the back of the other's head and then proceeded to tackle him to the ground, delivering punches left and right as The Undertaker stopped dead in his tracks and looked on, Daniel didn't let up in the slightest, he got off of Kane and as the other sat up, he immediately delivered some of his infamous 'Yes Kicks', he didn't exactly have a crowd of people to chant yes as he did them but that didn't matter right now, he was entirely fixated on Kane right now, he had even forgotten that Taker was even present right now. Kane couldn't deny, he was thoroughly surprised by Daniel's sudden comeback, by his sudden attacks and kicks, after he was finished, Kane sat up however and immediately fought back, he grinned at Daniel's expression, it was a mixture of hurt and even some sorrow "Aww... What's wrong Daniel? Did I hurt your pathetic little feelings? Were my words too harsh for you?!" His former partner didn't speak, he just continued to fight on with everything he had, Kane returned this meanwhile Undertaker just watched on, sure he had started this match but he could tell... Daniel needed to do this more so than he did, he'd let the two of them fight it out... The two former friends battled it out, giving it all they could, Daniel had eventually managed to put Kane on the ground again and he finally spoke "You want to be a monster? Fine! I'll treat you like a damn monster! Except the difference here is I. am. not. afraid. of. MONSTERS!" He walked over and grabbed a kendo stick, repeatedly proceeding to hit the other over, and over, and over, and over again with the weapon. Kane was getting to the point of exhaustion, like it or not... He still had some humanity in him, some human-like qualities, he was already worn down from fighting his brother earlier... Daniel however had p l e n t y of stamina left, he had plenty of fight left to give, he had hit Kane so hard that the kendo stick actually broke! He threw the broken stick to the side and grabbed Kane and dragged him over to the grave, Taker continued to look on, he had to admit... He was impressed by Daniel, despite being so offensive and aggressive, he had managed to mostly keep control over this fight, however it was still far from over... Despite Kane's exhaustion becoming apparent, he had a lot of resilience, it'd take more than a mere kendo stick to put him down... As Daniel had managed to push him into the grave, Kane was standing up in it, this frustrated Bryan to no ends as he tried to punch him to knock him down, he never thought he'd see the day again where he fights who he considered his best friend... He did have hope, hope that this would knock some sense into the other, he was just desperate at this point, he needed to do something and talking clearly wouldn't work. Daniel just had to remember... This wasn't his best friend Kane, this was the Monster Kane... This was something entirely different than what his best friend was, sure, he could be a monster to others... but never to Daniel, they were partners through thick and thin, the toughest of battles... But right now... They were bitter enemies, it's funny... It almost feels like when they first started out as a tag team, all the fighting and shouting... Daniel shook his head, he couldn't afford to be distracted right now, he continued to punch at Kane who eventually gave the other a swift and hard uppercut, he climbed out of the grave as Daniel was dazed by the hit and then proceeded to take control of the fight, he glanced over at Undertaker who was still observing, it was clear Taker wouldn't interfere, but... The Undertaker had his reasons for not doing so, he knew Daniel didn't want any help, just like he wouldn't want any help in a fight of his... No, he knew that Daniel had to battle his own demons, so he wouldn't intervene. Kane then focused back on his former partner and began to assault him, punches, kicks, chokeholds, and even using weapons, Daniel was laying on the ground in agony at this point, his body just took way too much, more than it needed... Kane then picked him up and slung him over his shoulder, carrying him to the grave and staring Undertaker down as he did so, the deadman still did not interfere... Even if Daniel was to be buried, he wouldn't interfere... Kane had threw Daniel into the grave who was still writhing in agony, being thrown definitely didn't help that, and then Kane grabbed the shovel and began shoveling the dirt into the hole, even though this grave originally meant for his brother, Daniel had brought this upon himself... So he'll gave the other what he wanted, at first... It looked as though Daniel was finished, but after a few minutes... He immediately stood up, pushing the dirt off of himself and delivering another hit that stunned Kane and made him drop the shovel, Daniel quickly grabbed the shovel, wincing in pain... His body felt like it was on fire from the abuse it had took, but he couldn't let Kane win! He climbed out of the grave and waited, shovel in hand and the moment Kane turned around... Boom! Daniel used the shovel to hit him over the head, however... Daniel's look of determination, look of triumph quickly faded into one of sheer terror as Kane didn't go down... The other was looking down and then slowly lifted his head up and stared at Daniel, those menacing eyes boring deep into his soul, he made no advances towards him so Daniel took this opportunity to strike him again with the shovel, again, it didn't seem to effect him in the slightest! This made Kane advance towards the other who instantly began backing up, it was like a predator closing in on its prey... Daniel screamed in frustration and immediately tried to hit the other again but this time Kane had caught the shovel and tore it from Daniel's grasp, throwing it off to the side "Oh Daniel... You'll have to try harder than that if you want to put this monster down..." He smirked, advancing towards Daniel who immediately dodged the incoming attack, he was becoming absolutely exhausted, just dodging the next few attacks instead of fighting back, he just wanted his friend back... He just wanted all this to end so things could go back to normal. Why did he have to continue on with that stupid date? Why did he have to push like that? Why did he let Kane... Give into those memories, those thoughts especially! He could've done something, ANYTHING to prevent this! And Stephanie... She caused all this nonsense in the first place! While he was lost in thought and distracted, Kane had managed to land a punch straight into Daniel's jaw which made him stumble and fall backwards, he didn't get back up immediately this time, he didn't even fight back now as Kane began to land more and more hits on him, however after awhile of this the monster paused and glared down at Daniel "Why aren't you fighting back anymore? Aww... Is the poor little human tired now? Well don't worry, I'll give you a p e r f e c t little resting place soon!" Daniel could feel the burning in his body grow stronger as each hit landed however he didn't fight back, he was growing tired of the fighting... This had confused Kane as he picked Daniel up by the throat and held him upright, he wasn't applying any pressure, he tilted his head as he stared into the other's tired eyes. "Fight back dammit! Or do you just want to let me win? You want the suffering to end? Because if you do... Well I have some bad news for you then, Daniel..." Daniel looked into the other's eyes "I didn't want to fight you in the first place... You just left me no choice... Kane, I... We were best friends... I just want things to go back to normal, us, together causing destruction and decimating our opponents... Instead of... Instead of decimating each other..." He spoke hoarsely, watching as Kane's expression twisted into a sneer "Pathetic..." He began, meanwhile Taker had slowly began making his way over, Kane slowly began to squeeze Daniel's throat, the other had tried to at least struggle his way out of the hold, and then just as Undertaker was about to strike his brother, Kane moved out of the way and this caused Taker to hit Daniel instead who instantly collapsed to the ground, Kane seemed to notice this and he stopped dead in his tracks to stare at his brother and then Daniel, something about that had caught his attention, Undertaker noticed his brother's expression falter slightly and that gave him some ideas... Taker slowly looked down at Daniel and picked him up, thankfully he wasn't unconscious just yet, he mumbled into the other's ear so Kane couldn't hear "I've got a plan, boy... Follow my lead..." He began to assault Daniel who didn't understand any of that, Kane merely tilted his head and watched in confusion, just what was his brother doing...? Daniel was just as confused as Kane, he tried to fight back against Taker, he wasn't just going to stand there and take a beating after all, despite how much pain he was in... Him fighting back didn't work as well as he'd hoped however, and Taker continued to viciously assault him, even insulting him while doing so, all the while he was glancing back at his brother who's expression twitched a little bit at this... Daniel seemed to catch this and he looked over and noticed it as well, suddenly... He had more hope... He had thought back to when Big Show in particular tried to attack him, at first Kane was laughing at his misery but the moment The Big Show had tried to knock him out, Kane instantly came running down and stood face-to-face with the other... Maybe this could work... He gave Undertaker a look and the two nodded at each other, Taker had more so control in this fight than Daniel, but the other would still try to fight back, he couldn't let Kane figure out their plan, meanwhile... Kane was standing there in shock and confusion, he thought for a moment before he realized what he thought was happening and grinned "Well well well... Your little savior has turned into your worst nightmare, now hasn't he, Daniel? Trusting him of all people? You really are pathetic and naive..." Kane crossed his arms and watched as this unfolded before him, he had to admit... While this was amusing to him, something in the back of his head was bothering him... Watching Daniel get beaten up should've been a satisfying feeling! So why did it... Bother him? Tch, he shook his head, the human emotions were just trying to get to him again, trying to trick him... That's all... He wouldn't fall for it again, not this time... He's a monster, always has been and always will be, monsters can't have any human emotions... Taker continued his vicious attack on Daniel, throwing lefts and rights, hitting him in all the spots that Kane had injured, and yet Kane had watched as this onslaught continued, not doing anything about it, he was enjoying himself and struggling to push those thoughts away, Daniel looked towards Taker and whispered "It isn't working...!" Taker shook his head and whispered back "Give it time..." The Undertaker had nodded towards Kane and Daniel looked over, he saw the sadistic grin spread across his face but he also noticed something else was there... And then they continued throwing fists at each other, Daniel had began kicking at Taker, trying his damnedest to fight back because despite this being a plan of The Undertaker's, he knew that Taker wouldn't just go easy on him, no... He'd fight against Daniel with all this might which meant Daniel himself also had to give it his all, after he managed to get Taker down, he walked over and grabbed the shovel, dragging it back over and then he raised it high above his head. Before he could slam it down on his opponent, Taker grabbed him by the throat, causing him to drop the shovel, and as he raised Daniel into the air, something about that made Kane's grin falter, his expression became... almost one of anger, he took a few steps but stopped himself, what was he doing?! He didn't care if Daniel got chokeslammed! He didn't care about the other or anyone else for that matter... He watched on as Taker delivered the chokeslam successfully to his bes... ...F o r m e r... Best friend... And this caused Kane's expression to twitch again, Taker glanced back and noticed this, his plan was working... Kane was doing e x a c t l y what he wanted too, he just needed to really seal the deal but with what... He thought for a moment before he slowly turned around to gaze at Daniel again, watching as the other pathetically grabbed onto him, trying desperately to pull himself up, once Daniel stood up, Taker grabbed him and turned him upside down for the Tombstone Piledriver "This is the end of the line for you, D a n i e l..." Taker was about to deliver his finishing move but Kane came up from behind and spun Undertaker around immediately, he practically tore Daniel away from his brother's grasp and let him fall to the ground, something in Kane had just... Snapped suddenly... Some sort of possessive protective instinct was there and he was glaring daggers at his brother, he stood over Daniel like a protective guard dog, he didn't make any advances towards his brother but it was clear he'd lunge if the other tried to make any moves towards his partner, Taker of course didn't make anymore advances, he just stopped and stood there... Daniel looked up at Kane in pure shock, he was too exhausted to even move at this point, he was afraid to even speak up... He was scared this was just another trick from the monster... Scared that if he spoke up, maybe this plan would be ruined... He just continued to stare, the tension in the air was almost suffocating, Taker then backed off immediately, usually he'd be enraged that someone interrupted his Tombstone but for once, he was actually... Thankful... Kane then looked back at Daniel who flinched at the other's gaze, he was still too terrified to speak, a few moments had passed before Kane turned around and knelt down "...D a n i e l...?" Kane's tone had sounded... Much different than previously. "Are you... Alright...?" He spoke, awkwardly, then again Kane has never been one for comfort or really used to asking if others are alright, Daniel opened his mouth but no words had came out... He was still a little bit scared before he glanced over at Taker who only nodded his head and then relief flooded over Daniel's body ...Well... Somewhat anyways, he looked back at Kane and smiled and began laughing slightly "...I... Is that... You? Is... Is that my best friend...? Or... Are you messin' with me? C'mon man... We..." He coughed and spluttered before continuing "You've already fooled me once, just cut the bullshit if you are..." Kane was silent, this had unnerved Daniel... But then came Kane shaking his head "No... I'm not... I... Daniel, w h a t. did. I. d o?" It wasn't because Kane didn't remember, he did... But he had hoped that maybe it was just... A nightmare, some form of bad dream? That nothing he was seeing right now was real before him... Daniel looked at him and saw the worry and emotions beginning to twist on Kane's face "...Well, where do I even start...?" Daniel paused, before sighing "...I- Look, I don't blame you... You weren't in control of yourself, were you? The demon, the monstrous side took hold of you again, or... Something like that, yeah?" And there went Kane's hope of it all just being a bad dream, so he really did do a l l that... He hurt his tag team partner, he hurt... His best friend... He let his emotions, his memories, his thoughts all get to him... He wouldn't have cared about hurting anyone else but why out of EVERYONE did it have to be Daniel?! He couldn't... He just... He clutched his head and backed away, he let out a scream of pure frustration, this was all too much... Undertaker had turned and proceeded to leave, he would take this opportunity to go talk with Stephanie while those two worked through this... Daniel had tried to stand up but he just couldn't muster up the strength or energy which just made Kane feel even more guilt, how could Daniel NOT blame him?! After everything he did... All the pain he caused, when he was just... He didn't want to hurt Daniel, at least, not after becoming friends with him... He had even wanted to protect the other despite him getting on Kane's nerves sometimes. Daniel watched as Kane began pacing back and forth, clutching at his head and breathing heavily, he was a bit tense as he looked on, considering this is what Kane usually does before his anger gets the best of him... But Kane didn't look angry at Daniel, no, not this time... He looked more so angry at himself and upon looking closer, Daniel's eyes widened... Kane was... crying, he had tears pouring down his mask and this was a complete shock for Daniel, Kane was usually NEVER the type to cry, and even if he did, Daniel would expect that he'd go back to a place where nobody could find him until he was finished... This is the first time Daniel has EVER seen his partner cry... He was silent for a moment "Kane... C'mon, look at me buddy..." Kane continued pacing around before he stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned his head towards Daniel to stare at him, seeing all the bruises, the scars, and even the blood on Daniel's body, knowing it was caused by him bothered him immensely, usually he wouldn't care if someone was battered and beaten, but Daniel was a different story. "I can promise you that... I don't blame you, in the slightest... You weren't in control of yourself, all the anger you felt, all those memories suddenly rushing back, and even those thoughts coming back to you... It all overwhelmed you, didn't it? I know you wouldn't have done any of those things... Had you been fully in control of yourself..." Kane listened as Daniel spoke before shaking his head "Daniel, it doesn't change the fact I hurt you, hell I damn near KILLED you! How can you NOT blame me?! Things could've gotten so much worse..." Daniel cut him off "But things didn't! And it wasn't like you WANTED to do those things, right? You didn't actually WANT to hurt me, did you?" Kane shook his head "Hell no! I mean... Listen, I know we've had our arguments, plenty of disagreements and we've sure as hell had some pretty bad fights with each other but... I never WANTED to hurt you, NOT intentionally and damn sure not on purpose... I actually consider you a..." He paused, looking Daniel in the eyes before continuing "A f r i e n d... A best friend even..." The other had taken a moment before speaking up "I'm sorry... What was that? I didn't quite catch that?" Kane continued to stare Daniel straight in the eyes, repeating himself a second time "I said... I consider you a best friend, Daniel..." The other smirked and chuckled "I heard you the first time... I just wanted to hear those words again..." Kane stared at the other in disbelief now, before sighing and grinning, this time his grin definitely had no malicious intent behind it but it still did look a bit unsettling... "You are... Unbelievable, you know that? Even after everything I just did to you... You STILL care about me, you don't blame me, you don't even want to run away or stay away from me... You really are too stubborn for your own good, Daniel..." He chuckled before Bryan spoke up "Okay first of all, yes, yes I do... I can't just NOT care about my best friend! Second, I am and always will be stubborn you big red softie..." Kane glared at those words and sighed in irritation "...Don't make me regret my words already, it's too early for that... And do NOT call me that e v e r again..." Daniel rolled his eyes "Whatever you say..." He whispered the next part to himself "Big red softie..." Kane crossed his arms "I'm sorry, WHAT was that last part?" Daniel shook his head quickly despite that making him wince "Nothing, nothing! Don't worry about it... I'm just... Glad everything's back to normal... Ya know? This has been a wild ride... From start to finish... I wonder how Steph's doing, I can't even imagine what your brother is doing or saying to her right now..." Kane nodded "After the shit she started? And considering he, of all people, had to come out here and get involved? I don't imagine it's too pretty... Honestly though? She deserves e v e r y  b i t of whatever she's getting..." Speaking of them... Back at Stephanie's office, Taker was in there, arms crossed and glaring at the couple "If I EVER have to deal with this kind of bullshit from you two again, the next time you see me... WILL be your last, I'll drag the both of YOU down to hell instead, do y'all understand?" Hunter and Stephanie nodded, Stephanie sighed "Taker, I'm sor-" He cut her off by shaking his head "I ain't the one you both need to apologize too... You KNOW who you must apologize too..." And with that, the lights went out, once they came back on, Taker was gone... Back outside... It was silent now, it was awhile before Daniel finally spoke up "Can we get outta here now? I'd like to go back to our locker room and rest up for a bit..." Kane nodded and was about to proceed off before Daniel called out "...Kane?" The other turned around "Yes?" There was a long pause before Daniel grinned "...I literally can't move... You got me pretty badly, and Taker... Going through with his plan, that took... Everything out of me..." Kane sighed and nodded, he walked back over and scooped Daniel up bridal style, being careful for once to not agitate the other's wounds "...If you tell anyone I cried or said any of the things I did, I will eviscerate you... Do you understand?" Daniel smiled "Will not..." As Kane began walking back inside "Will too..." Daniel responded with yet another "Will not...!" His best friend also responded with another "Will too!" And the two went back and forth with 'will not's' and 'will too's' as they headed back inside, Kane heading straight to their locker room, once they got there, he laid Daniel down on one of the benches as gently as he could. Kane then sat beside him on the other bench, he wasn't going to just leave him there, anyone else could come in and easily take advantage of his partner's injuries and he wasn't about to let that happen, Daniel laid there in silence for awhile, before he noticed Kane's deadpan expression, he didn't know if he was just sitting there and thinking or if something else was going on... "Is something wrong?" Kane looked over and he sighed "Thinkin' about everything that happened... How we wouldn't have even went through that... Had it not been for Stephanie starting all this mess..." And then he was fiddling with his glove, pulling it up and he began clenching his fist, this made Daniel sigh "Yeah... Just, calm down... I know what she did, just... I'm sure Taker got that sorted out, so we don't have to worry about he-" He was cut off by a knock at the door which immediately made Kane stand up, he was in a defensive position and standing close to Daniel who called out "Who's there?" And then came a feminine voice "Daniel...? Can... Can we come in, please?" Kane glared at the door, he wanted to go out there and tear them apart already but Daniel shook his head and mouthed 'Don't' There was a long pause before Daniel spoke up "Come on in!" The door slowly opened and the moment they saw inside, the pair froze and their eyes went wide, they were not expecting to see Kane, especially not him standing protectively over Daniel, Triple H was the one to speak up after an awkward amount of silence and staring "I...Is... Is he... You know...?" Daniel nodded "He's fine, at least, he is now... No thanks to you two..." There was some bitterness behind his tone as he spoke, of course... Steph and Hunter couldn't exactly be mad at him, it was absolutely fair on his part, Stephanie and Hunter then stepped inside the room, keeping a good distance from Daniel because Kane just had his eyes fixated on them, he wasn't speaking at all which just made it more nerve wracking... Stephanie had taken a seat on one of the benches, Hunter sitting right beside her, Steph then cleared her throat "Are... You alright...? You look pretty... um..." Daniel cut her off before she could finish "Battered? Beaten? Bloodied? Why the hell do you think I'm alright after all that? After all you caused!" He was definitely getting angry now, he even tried to sit up which resulted in him cringing in pain. Kane looked back at him "Daniel, lay down, and don't move... You're going to make the pain worsen..." He then looked at Stephanie, an intense glare on his face, how he wanted to just chokeslam her through the very concrete at this point, he wanted to chokeslam her to hell, he'd love to do the same thing to Hunter as well... And when it came to those two? He definitely wouldn't feel any guilt or remorse... Stephanie was silent after that, looking down and sighing "...Kane, Daniel... I would like to... To formally apologize... For all I've caused, I didn't... Think it'd go this far, I know apologizing won't fix it but-" Kane was the one surprisingly to interrupt "No, apologizing WON'T fix it, you did ALL of this, LOOK at what you made me do to my tag team partner! My best friend! You used t h a t date of all things to provoke me, to turn me back..." He was breathing heavily and he had started to approach Stephanie which made Hunter rise from his seat, he wouldn't just let him doing anything to her, that was his wife! No matter what she had done... Daniel spoke up "Kane! Just... Sit down and take some deep breaths..." It took the other a few moments to listen before he sighed and walked back over, sitting near Daniel and at this point Stephanie was trying to hide the tears going down her face and her sobs, Daniel sighed "Listen, Steph... What you did was way out of line, your little stunt even got The Undertaker involved, and I imagine he came back and talked to you about it, but either way... What's done is done, and honestly... I don't know about Kane but I'm ready to just... Move on from all this, will I forgive you? I just... Don't know if I can yet... Will Kane forgive you?" He glanced over at his tag team partner who locked eyes with him "...Something about that look in his eye tells me it's a hell no..." Stephanie nodded "I... I understand Daniel, what I did was foolish, and it was not what was best for business... But... You know what... IS best for business...?" Both of them glanced over at her quizzically, she paused and cleared her throat "Well... Before we came in here, me and Hunter were... Discussing what had happened... And... Well, I think we can both agree that, when you are back in good health, whenever the both of you want... That tag title match is still out there... You can still accept it if you want, I mean it's the very LEAST I can do after all I've caused..." Daniel and Kane then looked at each other, staring for a few moments before nodding and then the chant of "Yes! Yes! Yes" Although Daniel couldn't move his arms for it, he could still chant it loud and proud, this made Stephanie smile "Alright then it's official... Team Hell No versus Rollins and Reigns for the Tag Team Titles! ...Of course for now, please... Try and get some rest, I'll send some doctors in to further assist in patching you up..." She stood up along with Hunter "Good luck, I'm sure the two of you will e v i s c e r a t e Rollins and Reigns and win those titles" And with that, she and Hunter walked out of the room, Daniel and Kane both gave each other grins, they couldn't wait for this... Well... At least now not only did Daniel have his tag team partner, his best friend back... Now he's got tag titles to look forward to! This was going to be great, he just knew it... A lot of time had passed since that day, and here they were, Daniel back in tip top shape, in perfect health which he was more than happy about but also it was the day of their match... He watched as Kane came into the locker room and the pair locked eyes with each other, Kane was the one to speak up "Daniel, I just want to let you know... That when we DO win those titles... That /I\ am going to be the tag team champions..." Daniel looked at Kane, he hid the grin that threatened to spread across his face and made a look of mock anger, he took a moment before shouting "NO! NO! NO! IT'S M E WHO'S GONNA BE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!" Kane shook his head, also putting on a look of mock anger "IS NOT!" Daniel then retorted back "IS TOO!" And the two went back and forth once more with that before they just couldn't hide the grins any longer, they both gave each other a hug, still a little awkwardly and then pat each other on the back "Glad everything's back to normal... C'mon, let's go show Rollins and Reigns who their messin' with!" Daniel exclaimed, once Kane nodded, the pair were off... Off to fight the Tag Team Champions and then... They themselves, would go on to win the match and become the new Tag Team Champions, it was truly the happiest of days... For Team Hell No... (Imma be honest with y'all I only chose Rollins n Reigns bc I knew they held those titles at one point lmao but either way its done!! I got some things to say, 

1: Imma spare y'all the bad ending 

2: This project like, at first I wasn't even going to try writing for these characters tbh it was just gonna be on my wwe 2k14 game and thats it but I couldn't have done NEAR the shit I did had I not opened up my notepad and tried it out 3: it might not be fully in character or kayfabe compliant whatever you call it but honestly? I dont care- im proud of this story nonetheless and I mean hell this is my first time writing with these characters, I can only improve over time I guess but anyways thats enough of me ramblin I hope y'all enjoyed this, it was a delight to work on)

[yeoobiii]

A New Home | Neighbour AU | Prologue

Prompt: “Hey, I locked myself out, can stay at your place until my roommate comes home?”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader, Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s life couldn’t have been more ordinary. She lived together in an apartment with her sister, while being a student at the nearby college. The small flat next to hers stood empty for a while now, until one day two young men moved in. What at the beginning seemed like a simple new encounter, tured out to turn her world upside down.

Warnings: swearing (future warnings will be added to each chapter as the story progresses)

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: I’ve finally got some time to write again. Imma be honest with you, I don’t know how far I’m gonna be able to take this story. I’m going to write it as long as I have ideas and have fun doing it. It also depends on the feedback this is getting, if no body wants to read it, i’ll probably not continue writing it. Anyways, I used the prologue to kind of explain the readers situation and to get to know her surroundings. I hope you enjoy!

Prologue Chapter 1

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Your day was not really eventful, but still at the end of it you found yourself exhausted on the couch in the living room, glad that you made it through another day of work and college. You were lying there already changed into your PJ’s, a plate of noodles placed in your lap, watching the new season modern family on Netflix.

At the moment, you should actually be doing your homework but you figured that if you’d get up earlier the next day, you could still do your homework in the morning right before class. You hated that you were the kind of person who had to procrastinate everything and get it done at the very last minute. Even though at the end, you always had your assignments due on time, you had to give yourself credit for that. You just hated that you put yourself through all this extra pressure due to lack of time. But maybe that’s exactly what you needed. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get anything done, ever.

You had finished your dish, put it in the dishwasher and allowed yourself to have a drink. So, you took a glass and a wine bottle with you on your way back to your comfortable couch. After pouring yourself a glass, you were just about to press start on the third episode of the season as your front door opened.

Your head shot up in a quick movement and you were greeted by the figure of your sister and roommate, who apparently just went grocery-shopping then she was carrying three grocery bags and was currently struggling to get the door open.

“A little help?” she yelped, one bag slowly slipping out of her grip.

So, you got up and held the door open while taking a bag from her. As the bags were all put on the kitchen counter, she mumbled a quick “thanks” and went to take her shoes off. The two of you started to put the groceries away.

“How was your day?” you asked her while putting the butter and the cheese into the fridge.

“Bruh, don’t even ask.” she started, still kind of on edge, “After I dropped Frankie off at our parents’ house, my car suddenly broke down so, I was late to work on a day I was specifically told not to be late. And after that my whole day basically just went to shit. And the worst part of it all, at the store they were out of my favourite ice cream.”

Frankie was your dog. The cutest little corgi someone could ever imagine. Sometimes you had to give her to your parents, though. Every time you knew the both of you were going to have some rough days or even weeks and with that probably not enough time to properly take care of a dog, you decided to give her to your parents. Also, your parents loved her. They would never admit that because they were always against you two having a dog in your own apartment, but after meeting Frankie for the first time, they instantly fell head over heel in love with her. So, they didn’t mind watching her from time to time. And with your finals coming up and your sister being especially busy the next few weeks at work due to a project she soon needed to present, there was sadly not enough time for a dog at the moment.

You didn’t like giving Frankie away. Not because you didn’t trust your parents with her. You knew they were going to take good care of her. Much rather because you always felt bad. To you it always felt like someone could think you didn’t want to take time out of your day for her, to pet her or play with her, which was definitely not the case. You just simply couldn’t. Also, you hated not having her around. She was your favourite part about coming home. She always lightened up your mood and you loved playing with her or simply just cuddling with her in bed after a stressful day. But you knew it was the best for her to give her away for a few days, because you knew you couldn’t take care of her, the way you wanted to.

Your sister was working in a graphic office and was on her way to become a concept artist. She started there as an assistant. Like, the kind to bring you your coffee and your lunch. She didn’t really do much artsy stuff. But as time went by, she started to really proof herself to her boss and everybody else at the office. So, after two years of working there, she was involved in little design projects here and there and often was asked for her opinion. A few months back she got the chance to develop a project all on her own. She always told you it was nothing big, but you knew this was really nerve wracking for her. She started to work more and come home late. So, at evenings you were often alone. At the start you felt kind of lonely, because you were used to your sister coming home and eat dinner with you for your whole life. But as soon as you realized how much this actually meant to her, you found a way of dealing with it. At the end, you always still had Frankie.

“What about you? Did you finally talk to that cute guy from work you’ve been talking about for days?” she teased, the smirk on her face growing. She knew she would get on your nerves with that one.

“No, I didn’t. Well, I kinda did because I have to work with him. And I’m not talking about him often, shut up. I don’t even know him!”, You flinched back at her.

“Maybe you should change that.” she started. You wanted to interrupt her, but she just kept talking, “Y/N all you ever do is come home and be in your room, studying or lay on our couch all day. You barely go out anymore. And it has been over three years since you introduced me to someone you really like.”

You rolled your eyes at your sister. She knew that meeting new people and especially dating wasn’t as easy for you as it was for her. Since she was sixteen, you’ve never witnessed her being single for more than three months.

“You sound like Mom.”

“I’m just worried about you.” she assured you and slightly stroke your hair.

“Well, don’t be. I’m doing great on my own, thanks.”

The bags that only ten minutes ago were filled with groceries are now empty and its content safety stored in your cupboards and fridge. You decided it was time to end this argument and go back to your series.

“Anyways” your sister changed the subject, which you were very thankful for, as she was following you to the couch in the living room, “I wanted to tell you that the new neighbours are gonna move in on Monday”

You groaned and threw your head back, new neighbours, great. You knew it was silly and not going to happen, but you hoped that the apartment right next to yours would stay empty forever. Or at least for as long as you lived in this apartment building. Your last neighbours weren’t quite the match. Also, on Monday started your two weeks off. You got a whole two weeks off of college to study for your finals. So, you were actually hoping for it to be a rather quiet day.

“I know, I know. But I heard it’s going to be two guys, around our age. Maybe they are cool.” your sister explained a little bit too optimistic for your liking.

“I thought maybe we could, I don’t know, bake them a cake or something” she suggested.

“A what? Why would we do that?” your head shot up and you looked at your sister in confusion.

Meanwhile, she spotted the wine bottle on the coffee table in front of you and made her move to pour herself a glass.

“Because maybe it will set us of for a good start. And who knows, maybe they are cute.” she pointed out, shrugging her shoulders while a small smirk was forming on her face.

“Lu, you have a boyfriend!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air.

“I meant for you! For fucks sake.”

There we fucking go again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this comment. Your sister wasn’t wrong, though. Maybe a kind gesture like that could set the foundation to get along well in the future, because you really didn’t want history to repeat itself. And maybe who knows, you were going to have a somewhat decent relationship with your new neighbours.

“Fine, lets bake them a cake, whatever.” you agreed.

“Great!” your sister smiled “you’ll have to make it though.”

“What? Why?” you hissed at her, getting up from your comfortable lying position, sitting up straight to be eye to eye with her.

That was typical for your sister. She suggested something and at the end you had to do all the work to make it actually happen. You loved your sister, but that was a character property that really got on your nerves.

“I have to work on Saturday and on Sunday I’m at Matt’s.” she casually explained, taking a sip wine from the glass you originally put there for yourself.

“I really can’t believe you”, you took the whine glass out of her hand and emptied it, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Matt was your sister’s boyfriend. They were dating for almost a year now and you could tell that your sister really liked him. You liked him too. He was always nice when he was around and he was good for your sister.

Shortly after your little argument, the two of you just continued watching Netflix where you left of. At around eleven o’clock your sister decided it was time for her to get ready for bed. So, she got up and wished you a good night, putting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Good night, love you.” you retorted, watching her on her way to the bathroom.

“Love you too.” she closed the door behind her.

At around twelve you also got up to call it quits for today. You cleaned up the living room and soon after went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ten minutes later you were found in the warm comfort of your bed sheets, fast asleep.

Saturday afternoon you were standing in front of an empty bowl in your kitchen, the flower and milk standing right next to it. Fuck it. You went to get your car keys from your nightstand, put on some shoes and were off to the supermarket where you ended up buying a cake which you could easily make look like you did it yourself.

You’ve barely seen your sister all weekend which meant you had the whole apartment for yourself, which you usually liked. But after quite some time it can get kind of lonely. You took the time to prepare your studying for the next two weeks, though. Which for you meant, making sure there were enough snacks around.

On Monday, your sister still hasn’t shown up. You were up at around 9 am. You made yourself breakfast and ate it while continuing watching modern family. At ten o’clock you decided it was finally time to get some work done. Studying went great for the first half of the day. The new neighbours were always at the back of your mind, though. You were wondering when they were arriving and what they would be like.

At around two in the afternoon, you first heard some people talk outside in the hallway. You instantly assumed the new neighbours arrived. So, you got up from the kitchen table and went to prepare the cake. For you their arrival came at the perfect time, because you really needed a break from starring down at your books. If you were honest, they could have shown up at any time of the day and you would have been glad to have a reason to not study.

The cake was done quickly. You just melted some chocolate and used it as cake glaze and after you also put some sprinkles over it. Even though you barely did anything, you were proud of how “your” cake looked. You also continued to hear people walking and talking in the hallway, right next to your apartment, which assured you that the new neighbours were actually here.

So, now you had to plan out how you were going to do this. Was it easier to wait until they are finished getting everything in the apartment? They don’t need some random girl trying to put something in their hands while they are busy carrying boxes. On the other hand, they’re maybe glad about a snack as strengthening.

That’s also a point you very much disliked about yourself. You overthought everything. Even such a silly and innocent thing as bringing your neighbours a cake. At this point, your sister was usually taking over. She was way better at talking to strangers and new people in general. She just had way more charisma than you. Bad thing for you was just, your sister was no where to be seen. So, you could either wait until she got home, even though you had no idea when she would show up again, neither did you want to listen to another of her speeches about how you have to handle stuff like this on your own and just talk to people. “It’s not that difficult, you just talk to them.” Yeah, no shit Luna. Never would have come up with that idea…

As you were thinking about the scenario in your head you ultimately decided to just bring the cake over like right now. Just to prove your sister wrong. Within thirty seconds you were standing in the hallway carefully carrying the cake on a plate. As you turned your head to the right, you saw multiple packing boxes pilled up in front of the front door of the apartment next to yours. As you spotted them, you instantly regretted the decision you just made about a minute ago. You were about to turn on your heel and walk straight back into your apartment, but as you were about to turn, a young man around your age, carrying yet another box to the entrance of their flat, turned the corner and with that irrevocable appeared in your sight. The boy, much to your dislike, spotted you instantly and you froze in your tracks.

“Oh, hey” he started and placed the box he was currently carrying on the ground and made his way over to you. “I’m Harrison. You must be our neighbour. Nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out for you to take it.

You had to agree on with your sister on one thing: This boy right in front of you was quite the eye-catcher. You’d never say that out loud, though. He had somewhat short, ash blond hair and was not extraordinary tall, neither was he small. You could also get to the conclusion that he was doing sport when you looked his figure up and down. But the feature that most stood out about him, were his ice blue eyes. You had never seen eyes like this before.

You were struggling to shake his hand with the cake still in your hand. He must have noticed that, so he just went in for a short one-armed hug. Ah, A hugger, you thought.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Y/N.” was everything that you said before your mind went blank. That’s what always happened. You already pictured yourself standing here in an awkward silence for another five minutes until you began to slowly moving backwards into your apartment while he dedicated his attention back to his boxes.

But to your relief, Harrison was quite the talker.

“So, for how long have you been living here” he asked, seemingly still excited about the new encounter.

“About two years now.” you somewhat stuttered, your mouth speaking before you could even think about the question.

“You think we made the right choice with the apartment then?” he wondered, pointing at his open apartment door.

“Yeah- yeah, sure. The apartments are great. And it’s also pretty quiet around here as well.” you somehow managed to answer and at the same time hoping this wasn’t about to change with their arrival.

“Sounds great” Harrison retorted, an excited smile forming on his face.

It was quiet for a few second as Harrison’s eyes spotted the cake you were carrying in your hands once again. As you realized what he was looking at, the purpose of this whole thing came back to your mind.

“This- This is for you by the way” you held the cake right into his face.

“Really? Thank you so much!”

Just as he was about to the cake out of your hand his friend appeared behind him, also who would have guessed it, carrying boxes.

“Hey Harry, we got like the best neighbour ever” he looked over his shoulder at his curly haired friend which speared no time to make his way over to the both of you, “She made us a cake!”

“It’s from me and my sister, to welcome you in the apartment building and as our new neighbours” you explained, your hands now behind your back since you didn’t know what else to do with them.

“Awesome, thank you. You gonna regret that, though” the curly haired boy said and smirked slightly as he went back to carry the boxes into their shared flat.

“He’s just joking” Harrison clarified, making a note in his head to slap his friend at the back of his head later.

“Would you stop flirting and help me with our stuff, dickhead?” you two head harry shout form inside the flat. Oh, this boy is definitely going in for it, Harrison thought.

If your eyes did not completely betray you, you could see a slight blush forming on Harrison’s face, which you unintentionally mimicked.

“I gotta go, sorry. But thanks again for the cake”, Harrison thanked you a last time.

“Yeah, totally. I also gotta get some stuff done. And it’s no problem.”, you slowly started to take little steps backwards in the direction of your apartment door.

He waved at you and soon disappeared through the door frame into his apartment, “For fucks sake, what was that for?”, you could hear him slightly hiss, before you yourself closed the door to your apartment.

So, you know officially met your new neighbours. But not even in your wildest dreams you could have imagined what was about to come.

[sashayaweh]

Reality Z Season One

[I've discovered that I like doing these even though nobody really reads them, but Netflix just released a new zombie show from Brazil and I love me some zombies. Spoilers marked with an (*) ].

Ep 2:

Imma just say it now: if someone tells me there's dead people eating mfs outside I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.

Edit: Aw naw men just dont listen 🤦🏾‍♀️ Dude bro opened the door And he not even the one who gets bit foh!

Edit: Ole girl Nina is not playing with that fire extinguisher!

SPOILER: I get so irritated when shows kill the only black character off first.

Madonna is my girl! Good lookin out.

Ep 3:

Lmao I thought that was TK's ass!

Edit: They some real ones for goin to that pharmacy though

*Edit: Damn Madonna 🥺

Ep 4:

Okay but who is sis in the backseat 👀

Ep 5:

This entire episode was wild.

Ep 6:

Shout out to Teresa for the win. Count on the Black woman to get shit done. Robson came in clutch with the assist.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Sunflower Dreams | pt I

Aaron Davis (Spiderverse) x Reader

word count: 1757 (or about that, I made some tweaks after I copy pasted it here so uh.... rough guestimate?)

summary: when young and educated y/n’s given the opportunity of a lifetime, she plans accordingly. her life is finally starting to be perfect, until suddenly, it’s not anymore. her friendly neighborhood bachelor, Aaron Davis, helps her pick up the pieces, as she unknowingly makes him see that there’s more to life than being a villain.

a/n: I decided to write this story bc Aaron Davis gets no love, which is crazy to me, and because I had a little idea cooking up in my head that I thought would be a good story. I took a lot of inspiration for the protagonist from my own life, but you’re only gonna hear slivers of it for now. I have no idea how many chapters this is gonna be, but like. I hope someone enjoys this, bc I know I will enjoy writing it. also. I wrote this story from my perspective, so when I imagine the reader, I envision her as kinda ambiguous in the ethnic department (I’m mixed but white-presenting), but she can be whatever ya’ll want her to be. lightskin, darkskin, anything. okay. Imma let ya’ll read now haha jk I also gotta say, HELL YEA I USED TREVANTE RHODES AS MY PERSONAL FANCAST FOR AARON DAVIS, THAT MAN IS FWOINE AIN’T NOBODY FINNA TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT FUCK OUTTA HERE

    I didn’t make a big deal about moving to New York to pursue my Masters. Already had my Bachelors in Business Administration with a minor in Fine Arts, just got my Bachelors in Education, and now I was ready to chase after my Masters. It only made sense to take the opportunity. How often are you gonna be offered a full ride in exchange for opening your own business in Brooklyn upon graduation, with the funding necessary to do so? Once it took off, I’d return to Tacoma and pay the city my gratitude for making me who I was.

     As I was saying, it was a quiet departure. Thank God I’m a minimalist, otherwise I would’ve had a LOT more items to bring with me. My boyfriend and I packed all my belongings and made the trek across the US after saying goodbye to my family and friends. He was driving. We held hands all the way there. Sometimes speaking, sometimes not.

     When we got to my new home, I already had a parcel of mail waiting for me from my university. After we took up the first load, we sat down on my empty floor and opened it. It welcomed me home and had a map, coffee shops and fun places circled for me to go visit. It was sweet.

     By noon we had everything in my unit thanks to a friendly neighbor named Aaron Davis and his nephew, a funny kiddo named Miles who reminded me of why I came to New York in the first place, and by the evening we had everything unpacked. We walked to a Starbucks and had coffee and sandwiches, now sitting on my bed with our stomachs full. The window was open, the faint beeps and honks of traffic coming from far below.

     We curled up into each other. “I fucking hate this,” I said. “It’s not fair.”

     “I know. I do too. And you know I would stay here with you if I could, but I’m still having no luck finding a job here.”

     “Fuck finding a job, I’ll be the breadwinner of the family,” I laughed, even though I was serious. He knew I was.

     “I can’t burden you like that financially. I promise, as soon as I land an interview, you’re gonna be the first to know. And as soon as I get hired, I’m showing up on your doorstep.” He kissed my forehead. “I don’t say it near enough, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”

     “I love you too. And thank you. It’s like, my entire life is falling perfectly into place, all but- well- except for you.”

     “We’ll get there, I promise. For now, just finesse every man or woman here who will buy you dinner, and try to have fun.” He rubbed my back, continuing, “You’ve never dated anyone but me, so... take it as your opportunity to learn about what you like, and once we’re together again, we can find a way to fit any new and quirky tastes you find you have into the relationship. But-“ His hand moved down quick and slapped my ass, squeezing it and illiciting an ‘ow’ of protest from me- “This is still mine, so no fucking, or else I’ll be doing more beating than just beating that pussy up.”

     I laughed and said, “You fuckin’ freak.”

     “Yea, but you like that shit.” He said confidently.

     “Shut the fuck up, why you gotta be so loud about what we do when the window’s open?” I gave him a light punch, then whispered in his ear, “But aye, like, I won’t deny it.”

     “Good, because that would’ve been real awkward after I’ve been in them guts for four years straight.” Then he lowered his voice. “Speaking of which, I’m trynna be in them once more tonight and tomorrow morning.”

     “I dOn’T hAvE aS HiGh Of A sEx dRiVe As YoU!” I mocked him in my best Spongebob voice. “Always lyin for why?”

     He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, his way of telling me to shut up nicely. “Shhhh, I’m just trynna make the most of the time we have left before I have to go back to Tacoma.”

     “But you don’t have to go,” I said, “You can stay here-“

     He cut me off with a series of kisses, “I already-“ “-bought-“ “-the tickets-“ “-so I actually do kinda have to.” He wrapped his arms around me, petting my hair. He always said I had the softest curls he’d ever touched.

     “I just wish you could stay,” I whispered. “We’ve already made it through so much, each of us on our own and then together, I just-“ I cut myself off. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “-I just-“

     “Baby, say it. If your overthinker brain is gonna torture you with this, I wanna hear it so I can put those thoughts to rest.”

     “I just keep thinking that something’s gonna happen to you and I’m gonna lose you. The very idea of that terrifies me, and makes me want to weep-“ I go cross eyed as I watch a tear fall from my eye and trail down my nose- “-because I don’t know how to live without you. And I mean that in a couple ways.”

     “Well... I’m not leaving you forever. I’m coming back here as soon as possible, I’m gonna talk to you on Discord every chance I get, I’m gonna call you every day,  and I’m gonna go to sleep every night dreaming that I’m here with you. For all we know, I could be coming back here in less than a month.” He tilted my chin up to look in my eyes. “Even if I’m not physically present, I’m always gonna be here. You’re never alone.”

     “I love you.”

     “I love you too.”

     In the morning, we slept in late and cuddled until he absolutely had to get up. We both hopped in the shower and he put on his airport clothes while I pulled on a pale, lemon yellow sweatsuit with a white gold chain to match. Gotta let these hoes know, I outdress them even on my bummy days.

     The ride to the airport was a back and forth between us kissing at red lights and screaming out different lyrics from XXXTentacion, Post Malone, JUICE WRLD and whoever the hell else we felt like listening to as we drove, much like we did since the beginning of our relationship.

     When we got there, we took our time saying goodbye since he didn’t have to stress too much about baggage check. We said we loved each other, once I couldn’t see him anymore I called him and we talked while I drove back to my new home and he waited for his flight, and then he was called to board so we got off the phone, but not before he promised me that he would call me as soon as he landed.

     When I got home, I stopped by the mailbox to see if I had anymore mail and simultaneously checked my Instagram, seeing a flurry of notifications. Suddenly, his mom called me.

     “Hi mom, what’s up? Are you okay?” I said as I scrolled through my Instagram, trying to make sense of all the digital confusion.

     She sniffled.

     “Mom, what happened?”

     “Check the news, babygirl... have you not seen it yet?”

     “Uh, no, I haven’t, but I’ll check it out right now,” I said, putting her on speakerphone.

     She started sobbing, saying “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have called you like this, but I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

     And that’s when I saw my worst fears in a news article:

NYC - Sea Bound Plane Crashes, No Survivors

A horrific accident has happened today, and experts are still struggling to find out how - a plane headed to Seattle malfunctioned mid-flight, claiming the lives of everyone on board. Many of the victims have already been identified by their families, not by looks, but by the identification on their bodies at the time of the incident. Below this article are photos of the bodies. If you think you can identify one of them, contact...

     I couldn’t finish reading. I scrolled and saw the bodies, all of them mangled and torn apart, almost unrecognizable as humans. Hearing his mom say ‘he’s dead’ over and over again as I stared at the pictures made me lose my stomach.

     Up came all of my breakfast, and whatever Starbucks I hadn’t yet digested from the night before.

     “Mama, I love you, but I have to call you back later-“ a pause as I threw up again. “I’m physically sick. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed the last sentence, and after hearing a teary goodbye from the other end, hung up. I’d dropped my mail the first time and only now noticed that it was covered in my mess. I didn’t care. I started crying, which was a mistake, because it only made me throw up more, this time nothing but bile.

     “Hey, are you okay?” I whipped around, facing Aaron Davis, the friendly man from the day before.

     “I- I’m sick.” I said, and immediately burst into tears. “Please help me.” Those three words rarely ever left my mouth, but even I know when I can’t do something on my own. He put his keys in his pocket and reached out to me.

     Mere minutes later, I was in my unit, crouched over the toilet, heaving. Aaron had guided me there, holding my hair out of my face as I continued to puke. He called management and told them what happened, and he told me they were already cleaning it up.

     “Listen... I know it’s not my place to say anything, seeing as I’m just your neighbor, but...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he was crouched beside me. “I overheard the phone call. And I overheard the conversation you had with your boyfriend last night. He loved you.”

     “I know he did.” I said, because it was true.

     “I just... look, if you need anything, I’m here. I know you‘re hurting a lot right now, and I know you may want nothing but for everyone to leave you alone, especially the new dude who isn’t minding his business, but if you need anything, I’m here. And Imma check up on you. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

     I laughed, but it held no real warmth. “He said that last part to me yesterday night.”

     “He was right. And still is.”

[vividlybnha]

The Passion in The Wind

Warning: Fluff, minor blood.

Word Count: 4335

Relationships: Inasa Yoarashi x Reader

Author’s Note: hhhnnnggg I,,,, i love him 

He filled the room in such an excellent way. His presence radiant and begging for your attention (like he didn’t always have it). He pulled you in with the loudness of his voice, screaming his pride in his emotions, his readiness to lay himself out for anyone who was willing to listen. He would always rise up to the occasion, ready to scream his affections for anything that plagued his mind. And he was intelligent enough for that ‘anything’ to be vast and wild.  

Someone that amazing, that broad and sparing himself everyone, his mind could be anywhere.

And yet, beyond all odds his mind was on was one person.  

You.

You had seen him first. Long legs striding pridefully over the concrete (fitted so nicely in his uniform), loudly shouting at his classmates who trailed behind him about how ready he was to see what these students could do, how strong they were and how amazing their quirks were. It would have been adorable had it not been for the blood leaking from the underneath the cap.

There had to be some sort of brain damage due to his outrageous behavior. It would have been a pity for him not to participate in the Provisional License exam. Just based off of his physique you could tell he had a better chance than some people you knew.

So you couldn’t just leave him be, maybe if the wound was tended to quick enough they’d still let him take the Exam.

“Uh, I-Excuse me” You already feel the sickly fidget of nervousness flow through you. Honestly, how were you expected to help people if you couldn’t even approach them without getting nervous?

He turned, smile encompassing his face. Even outside he felt like he captured all of the space. His presence was pulling you closer and the warmth of his smile seizing you. No one should be allowed to be that cute with blood on their face.

“Yes! Hello!” He basically roared over the chatter of the students beside him, catching glances here and there (all well deserved) and yet he focused on you. He leaned in, head upturned and eyes scanning your face.

“Well, uh-Yo-your head…” You let out a shallow breath, smoothing out the cloth of your shirt. “I’m not, uh sure if you're aware it’s um...bleeding.”

He simply chuckled, rolling sweetly off his tongue, a hand drifting to grab hold of his abdomen and he swayed with his full body laughter.

“Yeah, I just tend to get excited pretty easily!” There was no shame to his words, smile bright and gleaming. “Sorry if it’s bothering you!” He dipped down to bow but you stopped him, catching your hand on his shoulder.

“Ah- it's just well, I thought that, well I’d hate for you to not be able to participate due to any injuries!” You could feel the muscles from your light touch on his shoulder. Your other hand found little refuge in the flittering fear of being shoved into the loose fabric of your shirt.

He gave you a look. You could even say a glint in his eye and then his smile seemed almost stretched thin. “You are so kind! Wh-” You moved your hand to his hat, carefully taking the cap in your nimble fingers. You gave a soft ‘may I’ with a nod of your head and he nodded before going on about what school you were from. You answered and he’d grow even more excited wanting to know as much as he possibly could about your school, about the medical study they do there, about the people, about you.

You were careful not to get blood on your hands as you expected the wound. It wasn’t bad, just a simple scrape, probably against some concrete, there was small debris in the wound.

You set his hat in his hands, his fingers brushing yours as he took it, ready to place it back on his head.

“You should clean the wound!” You stop him, and he drops the hat to his side. “Cleaning the wound will help, otherwise I don’t think it’s that bad, definitely something to wrap so it doesn’t bleed or until it scabs over. I-Uh, If I had my medical equipment within suit I’d do it but-” He interrupts you with a bow, far to low for you not to laugh and then his eyes are shining up at you.

“No! Thank you so much! Your school should be so proud of their students! You’re great!” His eyes are looking so intensely at you. You smile and bow back (not as low) and when you look back up at him he seems to have found whatever he was looking for.

“Would you mind showing me where the Nurses Station is? If you happen to know?” He is leaning so close, waiting so gingerly for your answer. What kind of idiot would you be to say no?

His smile seems to be infectious as your lips pull wide and you turn, bringing a hand up to wave him over, “On the way maybe you can tell me about how you got the wound?”

He strides bounds up toward you, leaning ever so close, the warmth just barely reaching you.

You shake the embarrassment from your palms and match his pace.

With him, there would be no time for nervousness.

You’d meet him again after the Exam, you had already heard about his mishap. A soft sadness shrouded your thoughts. You had wanted him to pass, he was so ready to help and save people. Telling you about all the people he was going to save when he’d pass and yet this happened.

And still, you couldn’t curb the laughter that erupted from your chest as he stiffly made his way to the Nurse’s Office.

“Why is it every time that I see you it involves a trip to the Nurse?”

Inasa turn, a smile cracking onto his face as he stiffly moves in your direction, you can see the dry lumps of concrete drying on his suit.

“They really got you good with their cement guns, huh?”

He looks down at his suit, dusted in a slight grey from the powder, “Yeah they did!” You follow him down the debris-filled trail down to the Nurse’s Station. You can see the object blocking your path roll to the side with a soft gust of winds.

“I’m happy you get a second chance…” Inasa is looking out over the rumble of the city, gazing so intently into an empty sea of chaos. When he hears your words his intensity is all focused on you in one stare and you can feel your confidence crumble. You find comfort in kicking small pebbles. “ I think you can really make a difference. With all the stuff going on its just, I, uh-” You brush your fingers through your hair, nails dragging against your scalp. “You’re a great person... Someone who people can look up to.” You just barely catch a glance at his eyes, and your face flushes pink. He looks in awe, his mouth barely hanging open. His eyes glisten and it’s the absolute perfect time to realize how close you both are.

“I know I barely even know you and I’m rambling an-” You fingers intertwine with each other in a nervous mess.

He lets out a soft whisper of your name, you don’t hear it over your embarrassment.

“I just believe in you so much a-”

His arms wrap tightly around you and suddenly you feel weightless. You can feel his arms pull you closer and he presses you against his chest, twirling. You can feel his warmth through his suit (despite how thick it is) and you hide your blush in his arms. His stomach is jerking with his loud laughter and the wind whips at your cheeks. It is only then you realize you're in the air, suspended several feet above the floor. You can’t stop the scream that's ripped from your throat. Inasa suddenly realizes what he has done.

He sets you down hastily but he still seems so excited, bouncing from foot to foot like an excited puppy. You can hear the crackles of concrete on his suit. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you or invade your personal space!” His cheeks are dusted a delightful pink and his smile is shining so brightly. You don’t know how seriously you’d take that apology with anyone else but with Inasa you know he means every word he says.

“It’s just, I can’t wait now!”

You give him a questioning look. Though you can’t help the smile that is matching it.

“I was already ready to do as much as I could to get my Provisional License with this second chance but now-!” He throws his fist up and you can see the small pebbles floating around you both, you can’t help but beam back at him.

“I’m gonna be someone people can look up to! I’m gonna make you proud!-”

His rambling goes on as you reach the Nurse’s Station, her constantly telling you both to lower your voices (prompting a louder “Sorry!”).

You are interrupted by a vibration in your pocket, pulling your phone out you see the various texts demanding to know where you are, and why you had strayed so far from the class.

“Well, Imma have to get going, I-”

Inasa places his hand out, “Can I?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Huh?”

He looks so excited, basically vibrating in his seat. “Can I put in my number? I want you to be one of the first to see when I get my license!”

You're filled with a gushy feeling, warmth pooling in your chest. You half expected to never see Inasa again, with a different school and everything. Just a quick fling but placing your phone in his large hands makes you tingle with excitement. You can’t stop the smile that pulling at your cheeks.

You’ll get to see more of him, be able to talk to him more- the possibilities.

Inasa says he can’t wait to text you and you believe it. His presence fills the room, bright and warm and huge. You lean closer, giving your last goodbyes. The Nurse looks almost excited to see you leave, probably ready for some peace and quiet until Inasa sees someone else with something interesting and is shouting again. You can’t help but laugh and glance at him one more time before leaving. For a second he stops his screaming, mouth stopped at a ‘o’ and he smiles. Not similar to the wide ones that encompass his whole face but a softer one. His lips are just slightly curved and he looks almost heavy with an emotion you can’t quite interpret. He waves a large had at you and you make your way to the buses.

Inasa is one one of those texters that send an absolute avalanche of messages and pictures when he messaged you. You had grown accustomed to the loud dings from your phone at any and all times of the day. Along with multiple blurry pictures of whatever he was talking about and usually one selfie of him screaming (you wish you could say that they were nice pictures but they usually were close up, just a corner of his face and the blur of movement coating it). You always had the occasional text at 3 am about the little things he wondered about (like how cool lizards were or how smart you were and that you’d ace that test).

You could never quite quell your excitement upon hearing your phone sound off, scrambling to reach for it and unlocking it to see the latest update. You had never been good at hiding the optimism which of course only coaxed a trivial amount of teasing from your friends. You could only be happy that he couldn’t see your face.

You could hear his voice boom from your headphones, cursing at yourself for forgetting to turn it down.

“Are you on your way?” You are unsure if he heard you over his excited rambling until he stopped and after a rumbled of movement you heard a rough, yes.

“I can’t wait to play games with you! It’s going to be so fun! I told you about the food there, right? It's so gooooood!”

You press your arms closer against yourself and laugh at his abundant enthusiasm, “Yeah, you said there was a food court right? What are you in the mood for?”

You hear another bustle of wind, “Oh! They have Takoyaki and Udon! There are a few stands I haven’t been to yet though!”

You turn the corner of the busy street, gently nudging your way through the people. Usually, your nerves would have gotten the better of you. The street wasn’t exactly your favorite place especially alone but hearing Inasa's voice soothed you beyond words. You anxiety drifts away with the gust of wind.

Turning into the large opening you see the storefront of the arcade. It looked older, a few bottles and bags of garbage drifting around the front. Yet the inside made up for it all. The neon lights delve into the light of the afternoon sun and you can only imagine how they’d light up in the night. Deeper inside you can see the cluster of machines and lights, various loud beeps and booms came from the depths of the arcade mixed with loud laughter.

The surrounding stores seemed a tad bit tidier but the held the same lovely chaotic aura.

You heard the faint call of your name and you turned just in time to be enveloped in another one of Inasa’s choking hugs.

“Ah! I’ve missed you so much!” Despite his loud words and exaggerated movements, he sets you back down gently. Gazing up at him you can’t help but feed off of his excitement. You nudge into him, “I missed you too big boy!”

You realize too late that this might of been a bad idea. Inasa in all his glory decided that he would go casual. It should be a crime how good he looks in a simple plain shirt, pulled taut against his muscled chest. Not to get started on how well he fits those jeans. You focus your gaze back on his face, you can feel your ears burn.

“You don’t seem to have changed much, have you?” You pull him along with you toward the arcade. He bounds along beside you, hands waving and his presence fills the space.  

“Well, I would have hoped not!”

It doesn’t take long for you and Inasa to scour the area and find refuge in one of the furthest corners, where the older games lie. This game didn’t have the same technologic appearance as the other machines, it's neon fading into bland colors yet it still gave off a soft glow. The chessily drawn flames climbing up the sides of the game, letting out soft beeps.

“Oh man, we gotta play this one Inasa!”

You watch when his gaze finally hits it and just like every other game that night his eyes light up in a way that you know will never leave and he is pulling you along to the table.

“This game is amazing! It’s been so long since I’ve last played!” He is already hastily pushing in the quarters, jumping around from his side of the table. You can’t help the laugh that leaves your mouth as you stretch your wrist, preparing for the oncoming battle.

“I mean you do gotta admit, it’s one of the oldies. I haven’t seen this one in a while.”

The hockey puck shoots out onto the glossy top of the table and you see the quick change in Inasa’s demeanor. His smile takes that thin turn to a smirk and his eyes narrow, fist clenching around the striker. Akin to all the other games that evening, he’d never take it as one, it was a challenge, a test of his courage. And as much as you appreciated his seriousness, you couldn’t wait to see the face he made when he lost.

“Since I’m going to win I’ll give you the upper hand.” You pass the puck toward him, it drifts casually across the surface, Inasa laughs (more like chuckles evilly). “I love your passion about this!” You think he’d say more. Add a snarky comment or tease you but instead (as always) he shows it in his actions. The puck goes flying across the table and you curse as you throw your hand out to hit it back. You realize too late that you’ve messed with the wrong man.

He scores the first point easily but he doesn’t laugh, he just smiles and bounces from foot to foot waiting for the next round. He would look so sincere if not for the serious intent on his face. Slamming the striker into the puck it goes flying back, not as fast as Inasa’s but enough that he has to reach out for it. Once he hits it back its a dangerous game of who can react the fastest. The loud smack of plastic against plastic fuels you even more as you dive across the table to hit it back. You almost don’t recognize that you scored the point until the loud dings burst from the speakers. And suddenly you have a better chance that you thought you did.

“You know. If you weren’t going for a hero I’d suggest air hockey.”

Inasa laughs, swaying with laughter before the clatter of the puck hits the table draws him back.

“You think I’m that good?”

You lower yourself and ready once more, “I mean not enough to beat me but maybe enough to put up a fight.”

He taps the puck lightly, the lights blink and the battle is started.

One Point.

You lost by one measly point. Maybe it was the teasing that did you in, the constant stream of gibes as you hit the puck. Though it doesn’t matter, in the end, you lost. You whine as you let your head roll back on your shoulder, fingers dragging on the glossy top as you make your way to Inasa.

“You did so good! That was a great game! I loved it so much! I don’t think I’ve ever had someone put up that much of a fight before!” His shoulder’s jump with his laughter, pulling you closer. You simply turn your head away giggling at his compliments, “You're too nice! At least brag a little!” He only smiles down at you and continues on. “Hey, let me buy you some dinner! You did win after all!”

“I can’t let you pay for it all!”

You rest your hand over his and scoff. “Look Inasa, you won fair and square. It’s fine!”

He looks away for a moment, evaluating the situation. He turns quickly clasping your hands in between his.

“We can split the bill!”

The passion in his eyes sparkles and you can’t find it in yourself to argue.

The stand has a homely feel coming from it, mingling with the scent and soft chatter of its inhabitants. It basically pulled you in, begging you to try some. You understood Inasa’s intense passion for this place.

You survey the menu, basically drooling at the combinations. Inasa shakes with excitement besides you. “Last time I was here I tried the takoyaki octopus balls! It was sooooo good.” He looks almost far off as he reminisces, it would be wrong of you to deny him and yourself a taste.

“Then let's get it!”

Inasa smiles wider and leans closer, nudging you affectionately. You nudge him back and say your orders.

The warmth radiates from the food and you find yourself trying to stop yourself from drooling. “Oh my goodness Inasa, it just looks amazing!”

Looking up you are once again reminded of his large stature squished into the small outside tables and your giggling again. You cover your mouth before you have another laughing fit.

“This is one of my favorite places here! I’m just happy I get to share it with you!” He takes a slow sip of his drink and motions for you to try the food. You bring one of the balls to your mouth, the sauce glazing the takoyami with a bright sheen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen food look so appetizing.

“You know this is FatGum’s favorite food, right?”

You take a small tasting bite and you can feel your insides melt in pure awe as you chew. You can barely hear Inasa’s cheerful speech about the amazing pro hero with the fireworks popping off in your mouth. When you finally come back down to earth you see Inasa quickly chewing down a takoyaki ball and excitedly shouting off about the one time he saw FatGum in the city. You can see the excitement in his eyes, his hands flying out expressly. You lean on your hand and watch him talk, your not even sure he is aware of your gaze. You don’t think you want him to. Not with the way he gets lost in his words, smiling and laughing.

Your so happy he got your number. You can feel your heart fill as he motions to a nearby store. You loved the way he pulled the world to his attention. The way his presence filled your senses and carefully wrapped around you. He pushed the tray toward you for another takoyaki, the last one. You resist the urge to swallow it down.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” You ask, crumpling up the trash and tossing it into a nearby bin.

When you finished the food you and Inasa just sat there. Wallowing in your time together, making simple and small conversation. It wasn’t until he mentioned it was late that you realized the sun was already starting to set. You looked around the small plaza and you let out a small gasp. You had been so fixated on Inasa that you hadn’t noticed the beauty around you. The neons from the arcade shine so pleasingly in the faint orange of the evening. You can see the greens and yellows flash just so against Inasa’s skin.

“I...I rea-really liked today.” You can feel the familiar tingle of nervous travel up your spine, curling around your stomach. “I-Your really fun to hang out with, we gotta do this again.” You barely gather the courage to meet his eyes. His lips stretch in a closed mouth smile but he leans forward with such serenity, you barely feel his hand grasp yours. His eyes aren’t intent and his gaze isn’t piercing, it reminds you of the look he gave you in the Nurse’s Office.

“This was the best date anyone could ask for!”

And you blanch. You can feel your stomach flip and churn.

Oh God, oh fuck. This is a date?

Inasa knows he fucked up when he sees your eyes widen. “Oh! I-uh I, you didn’t know? I thought you knew?”

You can feel the panic running through you, overwhelming your systems but this is the first time you’ve heard Inasa stutter, or even resemble panic. And despite the crippling panic you just throw your head back and laugh. You can feel Inasa’s finger press into your shoulders as he questions what's happening but all you can do is giggle and press into him for support.

“I haha, I just, ha!” You struggle to grasp for his shoulder as you take slow and shallow breaths, urging the giggles out of your throat. Once you’ve calmed down you notice the look of concern on Inasa’s face. “I just didn’t know it was a date Inasa! It’s fine! Besides your right you know-” You pull yourself away from his side, despite the warmth and stand in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. The panic is tingling in your skin but as you slide your fingers into Inasa’s large grasp it just withers away.

“This was the best date anyone could ask for! I’ve-” You let out another breath. “-liked you for a while now and the fact that this is a date makes this time with you so much sweeter.” You let your thumb rub over his. “Your the best.”

Inasa’s face is a flurry of red, perfectly matching with the soft orange glow of the sunset. He pulls your hands closer to you, hand pressed against your cheek. He isn’t giving you the wide smile you always see pulled across his face. This time his lips are just slightly upturned and his eyebrows are pushed up in an awe-striking look.

“Can I kiss you?”

You can’t help but giggle, cause that’s what he always makes you do and nod.

His teeth clash with your and his fingers are digging into your waist. You can feel his smile through his kiss, he presses you closer to his chest, desperately and then, suddenly he is pulling away. He stands there huffing, bent down and his lips stretched taut against his cheeks. You expected him to be loud, yelling as he usually does but he doesn’t. He just simply pulls you closer, his fingers slip up to the curve in your back and he presses his forehead against yours.

The moment is so tender and sweet you don’t want to leave, he is so warm and lovely and you already know he is still smiling.

“I’ve liked you for so long” He is so quiet, his breath coming out in short puffs. “I’m so happy.”

Your fingers grip into the fabric of his shirt and you press another kiss to his lips, sweet and quick.

“Me too.”

And then he is picking you up in his arms and twirling you around. The wind pushes up against you and you can’t help but laugh along.

[mistiedwagonfyre]

M(erry) Monday: Just Some Get to Know You Stuff...

So I got these from moonysmind so I should probably @ them... 

@moonysmind-blog

Ok, let's get this party started! 

1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

Blue if I'm writing something, black if I'm outlining a paper. But overall, black pens are my go-to just because I have more of them. I seriously need to stock up on blue pens... Also, who uses a red pen for anything other than corrections just because that's the way they've been taught? 

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

The Country. Or somewhere in the middle. I just feel like I'd be able to manage less people over more people and get to know them more personally. And, let's be honest, the country has gorgeous skies and sprawling fields and meadows. And it feels like you could take a deep breath and just absorb the atmosphere. 

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

Balance. It would help in everything because yours truly is a ball of clumsy fluff.

4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

Heh, I drink hot chocolate with marshmallows so...

5. What was your favourite book as a child?

Anything I could get my hands on. I. Love. Books. My favorite series as a kindergartener was the Magic Tree House tho.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

Depends on my mood. Baths are for when I've got tons of time to just relax  and get my mind off things and showers remind me of rain and I love them too. I take showers more often but that doesn't mean anything.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

This is a hard one cuz I love all things mystical and magical... 

My immediate thought was a dragon but they get killed a lot in the myths and they're almost always stuck guarding something. Then I was like, ok then. What about a phoenix? So ya, I'd be a phoenix. Don't get me wrong, I'd totally go with all the mythical creatures and just cycle through them all, just if I had to choose just one it'd be a phoenix. Maybe, since I'd technically live forever, I could meet every single mythical creature ever. That'd be pwetty cool...

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

Paper. It's what I've grown up with. I know, classy me. Also, there is nothing quite like the smell of a new book. Just sayin'.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing?

Punny t-shirts. All I'm gonna say.

10. Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

Yes. If I had to change it, I'd love to be Reyna or Luna. Otherwise, I'm keeping it.

11. Who is a mentor to you?

Mostly myself. I taught myself to draw, anyhow. If not me, my mom or my newest art teacher or my neighbor. 

12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

Yes and no. I want to inspire people (whether with art or my quirky personality) but don't want the pressure that popularity and fame brings. 

13. Are you a restless sleeper? 

If being a night owl counts as restless, then yes. If being a deep sleeper when I am actually asleep doesn't, then no.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic?

Considering I like guys who are chivalrous and funny... yes?

15. Which element best represents you?

Water. I'm chill until all my suppressed emotions rush out. You can't hold back the ocean forever. And you can't prevent the inevitable: Me being weird. Just ask my sister, she thinks I'm insane (which is probably accurate). Also, I may seem shallow on the surface, but I can actually be very deep sometimes. I could go on and on about my relationship with water, but that's a tale for another time.

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

Everyone. I love strengthening relationships with people. It makes the group stronger as a whole.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

Always.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

I'd love too, but then storyteller Mistie will appear and this list will become infinitely longer. You'll have to ask me in my questions tab if you really want to hear one. 

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

Can't decide which is weirder: Watermelon with taco seasoning or raw onion with mustard... Both are equally delicious in the summertime at a BBQ.

20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?

A ladder, some rocks, and a dead vole. My old room had a much better view... 

21. What are you most thankful for?

My Savior

22. Do you like spicy food?

Not particularly, no. 

23. Have you ever met someone famous?

Alex Boyé. He went to a really unsanitary restaurant before he came to our house one time and puked all over our newly waxed floors. I feel bad for him. Everyone but him knew not to eat at that runofthemill A&W on the way up. He still put on a mini concert for us tho and that was pretty considerate of him, because he did it even though he can't have felt like doing it.

24. Do you keep a diary or journal?

Yup. I've got entries from back in kindergarten, amazingly. Granted, back then I wrote in pictures.

25. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Pencil. I'm human, I make mistakes.

26. What is your star sign?

Well, I was a Pisces. But then they discovered that there are more stars in the sky, just like there are more fishes in the sea, and just bunched a bunch of Pisces together so now I'm Aquarius. I'm still a Pisces at heart tho.

27. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

Crunchy. Better texture. Soggy cereal is oatmeal in my mind and if you want oatmeal, you actually make oatmeal, not let your cereal sit out for who knows how long. 

28. What would you want your legacy to be?

Legacy is a tricky thing. You've gotta know what people are gonna think of you down the line. I want mine to be simple: she wasn't afraid of who she was and what others would think of that. She was herself, and that's all that matters. I feel like that's the best legacy I could have for the future generations who will grow up in a world of trial and tribulation.

29. Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

ABSOLUTELY! I just finished Lodestar from Keeper of the Lost Cities. I shoulda read these books years ago but they're still fan-freaking-tastic! 

30. How do you show someone you love them?

I guess my love language is acts of service or whatever. So I'd probably serve them and do tons of sweet things for them. 

31. Do you like ice in your drinks?

No, it makes it all watery. Blegh.

32. What are you afraid of?

Lots of things. I just only realize when they come along and forget what they are afterwards. Sure, it may seem nice, but it makes the terror of coming into contact with them once more infinitely more terrorizing. But bugs are extremely horrifying. And so are arachnids.

33. What is your favourite scent?

Rain with freshly mowed grass and newly printed books at a campfire with Smores by the seashore. No one will ever be able to create this magnificent scent. 

34. Do you address older people by their first or last name?

Depends on how close we are.

35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

Does this mean that everything is free? Well I'm gonna stockpile food and stuff and then ship them off to 3rd world countries. I'd try to save as many lives as possible. Or I could go there in person to deliver said goods... Yup. I've decided that that's what I'm gonna do!

36. Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

Pools have a veil of safety but the ocean is much more beautiful and alive. Also, the smell of chlorine is gross. And the taste. Blegh.

37. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

If it looks old and worn and dirty like it's been there a while, imma take it. Chances are whoever lost it has been long gone so I can actually take that $50 w/o feeling guilty. Otherwise I'd leave it there.

38. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

Heh, I used to wish on airplanes, satellites, and planets because I thought they were 'special stars'.

39. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

To be kind, even when it is inconvenient. I don't know how many times someone has held the door open for me even when it seemed much more convenient for them to just go inside where it is warm and just let me open the stupid door on my own. 

Maybe I'd teach them that even the smallest acts can have the biggest impact. One of the two. Probably both.

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

Heh, you're talkin' to the girl who doesn't want her ears pierced. No way in heck am I getting a tattoo.

41. What can you hear right now?

Music and the sound of my thoughts.

42. Where do you feel the safest?

In a book.

43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

Darkness and fear.

44. If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

The one with Michelangelo, Leonardo, and all those other guys that the ninja turtles were named after.

45. What is your most used emoji?

It's not even an emoji. It is literally XD. Either that or (^^) 

46. What is your favourite season? Why?

Torn between winter (snow), spring (life coming into bloom), and fall (all the pwetty colors).

47. How would you spend your ideal day?

On a window seat during a thunderstorm either sketching or reading a book all wrapped up in a blanket. Preferably with a cat. Sipping warm apple cider or hot chocolate with marshmallows.

48. Describe yourself using one word.

Me.

49. What do you regret the most?

Not realizing certain things sooner.

50. Invent your own word. What does it mean?

Crushyblushy (adj. n.)

The general mannerisms an individual enacts around people that they like (specifically in crush and/or love situations).

syn: awkward, quirky, shy, blushy

ant: confident, flirty, aplomb, able

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bless you honestly????

 trigger warnings : homophobia / anxiety / death / references to ww2

scene : nico and jason vs cupid ( h.ouse of hades, can’t remember what chapter but it’s jason’s pov so if that helps, cool. 

if you want a shortened version of this rant, there’s a lot about it in my post about where i divert from canon with nico, which you can read here.

i’m gonna put this under a read more since i got A LOT to say on it. 

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on // accepting! // @greektides

alright. so. the scene where nico and jason fight cupid is a pivotal and necessary part of house of hades-- they need the sceptre to save their friends, blah blah blah, we all know what the deal is. this chapter gives me a LOT of stuff to work with when it comes to things like nico’s powers, his anxieties, his feelings for percy, etc. bUT. as an arc for nico, it’s so fucked up. yes, i will concede that nico is not the type of person to just talk openly about his feelings, especially when it comes to percy. BUT i think this chapter deserves a lot of criticism for various aspects, so buckle up kiddos because we’re about to tear this thing apart. 

i shall be rating these with brownie points. as nico is rick’s character ( technically, he’s mine now and you can’t tell me otherwise ), i shall give rick ten (10) brownie points to start with. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 10 brownies

THINGS THAT I TOOK FROM THIS CHAPTER THAT SUPPORT WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT NICO BEFORE THIS SCENE

there’s a lot that we can take away from this. like, a lot. which is great, and most of those parts don’t actually have anything to do with the fucked up way that nico is forced to come out, but his emotions and the way he reacts to being forced into a corner. nico is not a character that gets stuck in situations where he’s powerless ( though i will concede that he has been captured more than once. but no one asked him in those situations to reveal incredibly private details about his life in order to get out of said trouble )-- he’s an incredibly powerful demigod that i would say surpasses the more major demigods like jason and percy in a lot of ways when it comes to the strength of his powers and his ability to wield them. 

but that’s a whole other thing. my point here being that we’ve seen nico lash out when he gets stuck. and really, that holds true in this chapter. he really keeps his chin up for most of the chapter, and his Attitude remains-- aka his determination to never show fear or let himself be put in a position where he has to listen when someone tells him to shut up ( great examples of this-- nico’s first scene in titan’s curse where he yells at a fuckin MANTICORE who’s being mean to bianca, also the scene in i THINK the last olympian when-- imma quote this-- percy says “The lord of the dead paced up and down, holding his ears while Nico followed him, waving his arms.” which honestly, iconic ). a few parts in this chapter ( well, lines ) where i’d like to highlight this are the following-- 

‘I don’t serve anyone,’ Nico muttered. ‘Especially not Cupid.’

[ ... ]

Next to him, a wall collapsed. Jason barely managed to roll aside. 

‘Stop it!’ Nico yelled. ‘It’s me you want. Leave him alone!’

[ ... ]

‘I’ve been to Tartarus and back,’ Nico snarled. ‘You don’t scare me.’

he defends his friends, he pushes back, he doesn’t let himself be defeated even though he has to admit he was in love with percy. and for that, rick may have two (2) brownie points. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 12 brownies

                          (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ nice job so far! *:·ﾟ✧

the next thing that i think this chapter supports is that nico is incredibly strong. his powers are honestly unlike any others we see in the series-- he’s able to hold his own against a LOT. specifically in this chapter, i admired his ability to take a moment of high stress and utilize his powers in a productive ( but ultimately unsuccessful ) way. here we go-- 

“Nico,” [ Jason ] called, “what does this guy want from you?” ‘Tell him, Nico di Angelo,’ Cupid said. ‘Tell him the real reason you ran from Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone.’ Nico let loose a guttural scream. The ground at his feet split open and skeletons crawled forth– dead Romans with missing hands and caved-in skulls, cracked ribs, and jaws unhinged [ … ] [ ... ] Meanwhile, Nico’s Roman skeletons surged forward and grappled with something invisible. The god struggled, flinging the dead aside, breaking off ribs and skulls, but the skeletons kept coming, pinning the god’s arms.

nico summons a bunch of skeleton soldiers and battles a god with them, he cracks open the earth, etc. and STILL has the strength and power to shadow travel with jason out of there once they get the sceptre. he’s fuckin STRONG. i appreciate this part because it shows how powerful nico is, and ( i love jason i don’t want anyone to think that i don’t love and respect jason as a character ) kinda how he’s more powerful than jason in some respects, though it’s hard to compare their powers. but watch me do it anyway!

The skeletons had Cupid pinned now, but the invisible god laughed so cruelly that Jason wanted to summon another bolt of lightning. Unfortunately, he doubted he had the strength.

for remembering that nico is incredibly powerful in this scene, i shall give rick one (1) brownie point. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 13 brownies

                   (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ you haven’t fucked it up yet! *:·ﾟ✧

nico being reluctant to share personal information / feelings / etc. so important. like that’s most of this chapter is his unwillingness to share his own thoughts and emotions ( emotions i’ll go more in depth with later ). but we see nico here when he’s trying to still keep his feelings for percy private, he goes so far to try and keep that to himself. we also need to consider how angry/upset nico gets when cupid tries to out him. he’s PISSED. he’s SCARY. he lashes out with his powers, which is a common theme for nico throughout the books,  but when he’s defending himself, he goes into attack mode. this line is super important-- 

Waves of darkness rolled off the son of Hades. When they hit Jason, he almost lost consciousness – overwhelmed by hatred and fear and shame …

nico is upset, and he projects. it’s kinda unclear whether or not the flashes of memories that jason sees are because nico snapped or because cupid made him see them, but either way, nico guards his personal feelings and emotions so intensely that jason nearly passes the fuck out from it. for remembering that nico isn’t one to share details about himself, even to people he’s close to, i shall give rick half (0.5) a brownie point. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 13.5 brownies

                  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ you’re doing great so far! *:·ﾟ✧

nico is aware of his own importance. he knows that he’s the one cupid is after, even before jason does. he understands EXACTLY what cupid wants in return for the sceptre. i don’t have much to say about this, but for acknowledging that nico’s confidence in his own importance is a key part of his personality, i shall give rick one (1) brownie point. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 14.5 brownies

                 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ this is so fucking upsetting! *:·ﾟ✧

nico isolates himself like crazy. he has since titan’s curse when he ran away, and has consistently continued doing so until the glossed over switch from loner to “i got a doctor’s note so i can be social” which i’ve got a lot of thoughts on too but don’t have the time rn. he deflects, he gets hostile, he lashes out, he isolates himself. and he fully acknowledges all of those things in this chapter. here we go-- 

‘Stop hiding,’ Cupid said [ … ] ‘You do not have the strength.’ “Nico,” Jason managed to say, “it’s okay. I get it.” Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face. “No, you don’t,” he said. “There’s no way you can understand.” ‘And so you run away again,’ Cupid chihded. ‘From your friends, from yourself.’ “I don’t have friends!” Nico yelled. “I left Camp Half-Blood because I didn’t belong! I’ll never belong!”

i’ll allow this. it’s really important to who nico is, and honestly without this, he wouldn’t be the nico di angelo we see today. for having nico fight so strongly over this for as long as he does, i shall give rick one (1) brownie point. 

BROWNIE COUNT : 15.5 brownies

               (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ time for a shitty history lesson! *:·ﾟ✧

to rick’s credit i guess, he does acknowledge that nico was born and raised in italy for most of his life. he kinda gives that a little more information in this chapter by emphasizing that part of nico’s issue with coming out is because of the era he was raised in. 

“I don’t feel that way anymore,” Nico muttered. “I mean, I gave up on Percy. I was young and impressionable, and I– I don’t…” His voice cracked, and Jason could tell the guy was about to get teary-eyed. Whether Nico had really given up on Percy or not, Jason couldn’t imagine what it had been like for Nico all those years, keeping a secret that would’ve been unthinkable to share in the 1940s, denying who he was, feeling completely alone– even more isolated than other demigods.

nico grew up in the 30s/40s in pre-WW2 italy. read more about this here. rick does address nico’s shame about actually liking percy here--

All the fight and denial seemed to go out of Nico at once. The darkness subsided. The Roman dead collapsed into bones and crumbled to dust. “I hated myself,” Nico said. “I hated Percy Jackson.”

nico’s got plenty of reason to dislike percy, and this KINDA makes sense to me. do i think the two are connected, nico’s self loathing and his hatred of percy? not really. but the fact that rick actually acknowledges that part of nico’s reluctance to share personal information about his sexuality is due to how he was raised is something that shall earn rick half (0.5) a brownie point.

BROWNIE COUNT : 16 brownies

              (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ time to get angry about shit! *:·ﾟ✧

POINTS WHERE I DRAW SOME FUCKIN ISSUE WITH THINGS SAID

right off the bat, i feel like i need to say that overall, i have incredibly mixed feelings this chapter. i value the information about nico we get and the glimpse into his mentality, his powers, and his feelings in general. BUT it’s fucked up. i think we can all agree on that nico gets outed in an incredibly painful and cruel way as part of a game. were there better ways to do this? yes. give nico some fucking development when it comes to him being open about his life instead of outing him for funsies. 

i talk about this A LOT, but it’s wildly unfair of rick to put the motivations for nico’s actions when it comes to percy on nico’s love for him in the way he goes about it. nico’s in love with percy, i will happily accept that. it makes sense and yea, it explains a lot of his actions. BUT i HATE the idea that nico acted out of his desire to win percy over, which is something rick has nico state in canon. fuck that. no. let’s cut this into ribbons and wrap this puppy up--  

[ … ] Nico’s voice was like broken glass. “I–I wasn’t in love with Annabeth.” “You were jealous of her,” Jason said. “That’s why you didn’t want to be around her. Especially why you didn’t want to be around… him. It makes total sense.”

fuck everything about this, thanks. i will concede that he is jealous and even a little resentful of percy’s relationship with annabeth, and he and annabeth are never best buddies. he’s not close to her. but he runs around constantly saving percy’s ass. he’s not avoiding him. everyone would be dead like twenty times over if it wasn’t for nico intervening. he’s not running around trying to get rid of annabeth so he can win percy. that’s not who he is, and he’s not avoiding percy either. he’s not his best pal hanging around with him all the time, he does run from his feelings, but making it sound like nico’s sole reason for not hanging around with the main squad is because of his feelings for percy is kinda bullshit. it ignores everything else about nico’s reasons for isolating himself. 

if anything, i’d argue that nico’s feelings towards percy are what motivate him to put his life on the line for him so many times. it’s what keeps him going back-- he wants percy to be safe, and while he’s not annabeth’s #1 fan, she makes percy happy, so he’s not going to step on that because of his own feelings. 

so no, i disagree that nico isolates himself because of his feelings for percy. because if that’s the case, why the hell does he keep helping them out?

because of this, i shall be taking away three (3) brownie points.

BROWNIE COUNT : 13 brownies              

               (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ time to get angry about shit! *:·ﾟ✧

this bullshit--

He watched Nico with satisfaction, as if he’d identified the exact spot for his next arrow to make a clean kill.

‘I had a crush on Percy,’ Nico spat. ‘That’s the truth. That’s the big secret.’  He glared at Cupid. ‘Happy now?’

 For the first time, Cupid’s gaze seemed sympathetic. ‘Oh, I wouldn’t say Love always makes you happy.’ His voice sounded smaller, much more human. ‘Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you’ve faced it now. That’s the only way to conquer me.’ 

Cupid dissolved into the wind.

okay yea, let’s just out a kid and act like somehow that solves nico’s problems. he’s pissed that jason tells him the others will support him, and then just kinda accepts it on his own i guess???? there’s chapters from nico’s pov. if you’re gonna do this reveal and you’re going to make a huge deal out of it like this chapter does, at least put some time and consideration into nico’s mentality going forward. it’s unfair and like a lot, it just gets glossed over like it’s nothing once the scene is over, other than a few more references to it and the magical appearance of will solace in toa ( i will say now that i truly love and appreciate will and nico’s relationship, and i’m glad he’s got a successful relationship in the series, even if i really hated that book ). for one of the characters that actually has chapters from his pov ( especially in blood of olympus ), nico gets very little consideration when it comes to all the shit he’s gone through and had to do. getting outed is really shitty and messes with your head, and i think in nico’s case it would make him shut down and not want to tell anyone else. there was ample opportunity for this reveal to happen in other ways, or at least address it since it did, and he didn’t.

because of how little rick seems to give a shit about this affecting nico and like. his lack of addressing it later except having nico abruptly come out to percy ( not a huge fan of the way that scene went either but i don’t have time for that either ), i shall be taking away five (5) brownie points.

BROWNIE COUNT : 8 brownies

                            (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ but it’s not all garbage! *:·ﾟ✧

WHAT I TAKE FROM THIS SCENE IN MY INTERPRETATION OF NICO

nico has anxiety. and a lot of it! i do appreciate in this chapter that we get to see some of that, like his ability to kill plants with the pure power of anxiety. i use this a lot in my interpretation of nico, as anxiety is a big part of who he is and how he behaves and how others behave in regards to him. we see that nico’s negative feelings can be projected onto other people ( in this chapter, that’s jason ), and in my version of nico, that’s a big reason why he hates being around others, actually, because he’s anxious about them disliking him, which projects his anxiety, which makes them anxious around him, and it all just cycles and builds until he has to leave.

nico actually has a goddamn backstory. again, there’s a bit of a callback to his childhood in italy/him growing up in the 30s/40s. this is super important to nico’s growth and later behavior, so i appreciate us getting something i can use from there in terms of how this impacted the rest of nico’s life and behavior. 

nico is reluctant to come out to others. obviously ( or not so obviously, rick pls focus on the consequences of your characters and their actions ) this experience is traumatic for nico, and combined with his already pre-established fears, nico does NOT want to come out. and he doesn’t. before he gets together with will, nico has come out to : jason, percy, annabeth, hazel, and reyna. he’s also technically out to hades i guess. he never gets to/had come out to maria and bianca. go read why. he’s obviously uncomfortable in toa when will calls him his boyfriend, which is why i believe and play nico with this fear which was only intensified by the fact that he didn’t get to come out on his own terms the first time. 

nico isn’t still holding bianca’s death against percy. he uses past tense. “I hated Percy Jackson.” i don’t think that nico can go through and do everything he does and still hold onto his hate. the fact that he hated percy for bianca’s death made his feelings shameful in his mind, he stopped hating percy and started hating himself instead. i don’t believe that nico is ever able to trust percy again, but he doesn’t hate him anymore. 

nico doesn’t have perfect control over his powers. he kills grass. he hits jason with his fear powers. it’s not on purpose, it’s just an unfortunate side effect of his own fears/anxieties and his inability to fine-tune his gifts. we know that nico is strong but we don’t see a ton of him being out of control with his powers. he’s mostly got his shit together, but he’s still a kid. the expectation that he’s perfect/totally in control isn’t fair. 

                   *:·ﾟ:·ﾟᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ i gotta go cry now excuse me *:·ﾟ✧

alright so yea. that’s what i’ve got to say on that. if you’ve read this whole thing, honestly, nice job?? enjoy this quality gif of smiley nico as your prize and thanks for reading???

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What happens in the dark

Relationship: Blush

Word count: 1872

Era: Canon

Edited: Yeaaa kinda

Additional tags: Uh badly written accents, slightly misogynistic conversations, mentions of prostitution

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”Hey, Mush! You in for a game?”

Mush stops abruptly in his tracks and looks over his shoulder. Race is playing with his dices, his hat laying forgotten on the floor beside him and a cigar hanging unlit from between his lips. Other newsies are starting to gather around him: In the lodging house, games with Racetrack are almost as popular and highly sought after as good headlines. Now there are six or so boys sitting on the floor, mostly those who are the youngest and least experienced in losing money. They are chatting excitedly among themselves. The slightly older newsies are less interested. Albert is laying in his bunk, but he’s eyeing the dices like he is considering if getting up from his comfortable position would be worth the money he could possibly win. Buttons and Henry have both gone to their respective homes, just like Davey did a while ago with an exhausted Les leaning on him heavily. Jack is nowhere to be seen, but if that means he is out visiting Katherine or just up on the roof is unclear. Mush had hoped that everyone would be too distracted to notice him leaving.

Race raises his eyebrows. ”Well?”

”Uh,” Mush says, unknowingly moving backwards towards the door. ”I’s thinking of, um, taking a walk.”

”A walk?” Finch passes by him, hair damp from washing himself before going to bed. ”It ain’t even light out.”

Mush continues to creep backwards until he can feel the hard surface of the doorway against his back. ”Imma just get some fresh air,”

”Let him go,” Albert says. ”He is probably meeting a girl, ain’t that right?” He has gotten hold of Race’s cigar, and is toying with it before Finch takes it and puts it back on Race’s bed.

”Mush ain’t got the smarts to keep a girl,” Romeo pipes up from his seat on the floor. There is a wave of snickers going through the group, and he looks pleased by this attention.

Race nudges his side. ”The only way he’d keep a girl is to pay her, ain’t that right?” There is a sound of agreement from Albert’s bunk.

The insults are good hearted and not uncommon in the lodging house, so Mush only smiles. He hopes it looks casual. ”No point trying to keep a girl with you beside me, Race,” he says. ”Ain’t my fault you’se keep scaring the pretty ones away, with your ugly mug. Now piss of and let me go on my walk, will you?”

He hopes to all the gods he does and doesn’t believe in that no one is going to question this. It seems like he is in luck. Race just grins at the banter and put his focus back on the game in front of him. Albert has taken back the cigar again. Finch only shrugs at Mush before throwing himself into his bunk.

Mush takes this as his queue to leave and quickly backs out of the doorway before anyone can stop him.

Finch had been correct, it’s almost pitch-black outside. The sole thing illuminating the area outside the front door is a wonky lamp post glowing ominously a few feet away. The warm light doesn’t reach to all of the crooks and hidden corners of the building. Mush glances over his shoulder more than once, trying to listen to any sound that might indicate someone watching him. He could probably soak anyone who’d dare to pick a fight with him. That doesn’t mean he necessarily wants to, though.

After another few seconds of silent waiting he starts walking. He doesn’t go far, only a couple of steps before turning right and sneaking around the corner of the building. There is a wired fence to keep unwanted visitors away from this area, since you can climb up to the few windows of the sleeping quarters from there. The fence was put up about a year ago, after the problem with newsies sneaking outsider friends and, if they were particularly daring, girls, into the lodging house had gotten out of hand. The fence is made out of thin metal and makes a lot of noise when Mush puts shakes it. He scales it anyway and silently cringes every time he thinks the sound of rattling fence can be heard out to the street or through the windows upstairs.

He manages to get over the edge without attracting the police or tearing his clothes, and he jumps the last few feet to the ground. His heart is beating hard in his chest, and he glances around. Here it’s even darker without any sort of artificial light. Only the half moon and the stars overhead makes it possible to see where he’s supposed to put his feet. He glances up towards the building looming over him. The lack of light should make it impossible to see what is happening, if someone was to glance down from any of the windows. That thought is comforting.

The air smells of old trash and urine. It stings his nostrils uncomfortably, but he ignores it. Without good sight he has to rely on his hands to not walk into anything. He thinks he must look pretty ridiculous like this – walking agonizingly slowly with his arms stretched out in front of him – and he is glad no one can see him. He can hear a small scattering around his ankles and he hopes the rats will ignore him in favor of the rotting food all around. Rat bites aren’t something he wants to deal with, he has enough trouble keeping himself from catching fleas from Buttons.

His foot his something solid, and he takes a sudden step backwards. His heel bangs against something behind him, and there is the unwelcome sound of metal rasping against the ground.

There is a beat of silence during which he doesn’t move, doesn’t are to make any sound. Did anyone hear that? The possibility of someone catching him out here makes his stomach curl. How would he explain himself? None of is friends would buy any excuse as to why he’d rather walk through stinking trash than be inside playing dice.

Then he can hear the sound of breathing right in front of him. ”Mush?” The voice sounds too loud for the otherwise calm and still night, but it’s also very familiar.

He can feel himself releasing a breath he was holding in. ”Blink.”

”Yeah,” Blink confirms and Mush can feel himself relax almost by instinct. ”Was beginning to think you was ditching me.”

”Nah,” Mush whispers. ”There was a holdup, Race tried to rope me into a game of dice.” His hands travel forward until they find Blink’s chest. It’s solid and warm, rising slightly in time with the puffs of air escaping his mouth. There is a small feeling of dismay in Mush stomach. ”I can’t see ya,” he complains, and Blink laughs quietly.

”I know,” he says and takes Mush’s hand in his own The warmth emitting from his skin travels to Mush and lights him up like a bit of dry wood caught ablaze. He drags Blink towards himself and removes any distance between them. Blink is a steady figure who simply embraces Mush without any sort of hesitation. Mush can feel his own heartbeat and wonders if it’s noticeable to Blink as well. He doesn’t ask, but instead lets his hand find Blink’s face. He strokes his cheek slowly.

Blink’s breath hitches. ”Think anyone can see us?” he asks, and Mush stops.

”No,” he says honestly. ”Not even we can see us, Blink.”

He laughs at that and it makes Mush break into a smile. ”You’s got a point.”

After getting that out of the way, Blink doesn’t hesitate but instead leans forward and catches Mush’s lips with his own.

When they both sneak back into the lodging house a good while later, they do so with flushed cheeks and feigned innocent looks. It is quiet in the sleeping quarters, most of the boys already sleeping or trying to fall asleep. Blink releases Mush’s hand before walking in first. Mush stands still and counts to twenty over and over again until he is completely certain it must be enough. He goes inside, trying to not disturb the ones sleeping. After first shrugging off his suspenders and then his shirt, which is already halfunbottoned, he sits down on the bed and starts the work of getting his shoes off. A small cough makes him stop and glance up.

Race and Albert are both looking at him from their respective bunks in their shared bed, Race with raised eyebrows and Albert with a knowing smirk on his lips.

Mush can feel his face growing warm under their stares, but gives them a look which he hopes is perfectly innocent. His heart is in his throat, and he swallows to force it down to where it’s supposed to be located. ”What?” he whispers.

”A walk, huh?” Race says and breaks into a grin as well. Albert snickers.

Mush blinks. ”Yes,” he says and lies down on the mattress. It’s too hot to use the blanket, so he kicks it aside. ”I like walks.”

”I bet.”

There is a second or two of silence, but he doesn’t dare glace at the bed beside him in fear of the worst. Instead he keeps his eyes fixed on the underside of the top bunk, where the mattress has sunk down from the weight of Specs.

”Don’t forget to cover up the bruise you got there,” Race says with a teasing tone. ”You don’t want people think you got into a… fight, do you?”

Mush’s fingers brush against his neck and he swallows. Dismiss. They ain’t got any real proof, after all. Deny it all. ”Don’t know what you’re talking ’bout.”

Race scoffs. ”Sure,” he says, but Mush can hear the sound of him laying down as well. ”If you ain’t gonna tell us Imma just have to ask the girls down by the bowery.”

Mush looks at him. ”The… The bowery?”

Race looks triumphant, like this is a confession. ”That’s right. No worries, we won’t tell no one.” He grins. ”But hey, nice going.”

Albert lets out a small laugh, which is immediately met by someone shushing him from across the room. Mush glances at him. His hand is covering his mouth and his body is shaking with silent laughter.

Mush’s heart rate is slowing down considerably. The bowery girls, famous for their good looks and low prices. That’s okay, then. Actually, it’s more than okay. It’s an opportunity. Tomorrow, he will go down to the bowery and ask them to cover for him. He knows a couple of them, used to run errands for them before starting to sell papes. If he find the right ones, they will help him.

”Ain’t got nothing to say, Mushie?” Albert asks. He has finally stopped laughing, but he is still smiling cockily.

Mush glances from him to Race, who looks very pleased with what they believe is proof. He sighs and rolls over. Suddenly he is very tired. ”Go to sleep, Al,” he says, and closes his eyes to the sound of his friends cooing mockingly.

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omitted truths

Erik X OC!

Bold Italics: Flashback

Word Count: ~1900

Warnings: None

A/N: As always this was lightly proofread/ edited. Enjoy! 💋

Part 2 Part 3

Back pressed against the door Mila slide down roughly against it until she made contact. Settling on the hardwood floor with a thud. It wasn’t until a ball of fluffy white fur settled in her lap, the humming from it’s purring slowly relaxing her enough to speak. Lifting her head to the dark cloud that just shot her day to hell. “Why are you here, Erik?”

Sighing deeply before answering, “Look I know I’m the last person you want to see. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t necessary.”

Shock and denial regressing back to anger “Just fucking say it! She demanded.

“One. Watch your fucking tone Mila! And two it involves our last…day together.”

“I’m blissfully ignorant about there ever being a last anything with you.”

“Well, that sucks because there’s surveillance videos that say otherwise.” Erik retorted blankly.

Mila threw her head back as she cackled before leaving her seat on the floor going to stand right in front of Erik. “I’m sorry nigga? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you’re trying to tell me that there’s video surveillance of a day we both agreed would NEVER be spoken of again! You’re not supposed to fucking be here! What the fuck did you do Erik?”

“Look!” Erik pinched his nose to try and combat his frustration before continuing, “Imma go get a drink at the spot down the street from here. Here’s my number if you wanna talk when you calm down, if you don’t that’s fine too. But I ain’t going away anytime soon princess.”      

That was 3 months ago. Before that day Mila’s life had been simple. Just her, her husband Noah and Midnight, their White Chinchilla Persian rescue. Life was a familiar rotation of hellos and goodbyes. Judy, the only cashier whose lane she went to because she actually knew how to properly bag groceries. Mark, the drive thru bank teller who always gave her homemade cat treats for Midnight. Janine, an overly energetic and absolutely adorable three year old toddler whose cheeks she got to pinch while waiting for her morning coffee at the hole in the wall cafe next door to her apartment building. Now there was nothing but lawyers, endless questions from everyone, staring glances from strangers and friends alike, that damn surveillance video and Erik.

“Mrs. Day?”

“Yes”

“Can you confirm that this is indeed you entering the Stevens’ residence?”

“It is”

“And what were you doing there?”

“Visiting an old friend, sir”

“Friend is an interesting word considering I have it under good authority that you and Mr. Stevens dated exclusively for three years before the date in question.” Mila silently scoffed at the word exclusively. That would imply a monogamist relationship, something Erik wasn’t capable of.

“Objection your honor! That wasn’t a question!” Mila’s lawyer quipped almost immediately.

“You’re right counselor! Let me rephrase, Mrs. Day how do you know Mr. Stevens? From the beginning please.” The prosecutor corrected.

For the first time since this all began Mila looked over to Erik. He just smirked and nodded. “Alright then, the beginning. Mr. Stevens and I met sophomore year of high school. We began dating the summer of junior year and were dating on and off until about six months before that footage when I met my husband.”

The man who was dead set on proving Mila was some sort of informant for Erik was now scrabbling through his notes and mumbling to himself. His unraveling was truly as sight to see. Hmm, I guess the truth will really set you free, Mila thought to herself.

“B-but that can’t be true,” he sounded defeated as his frantic search through his files subsided, “unless, unless…” he never got to complete that thought thanks to the FBI agent who stormed into the court rushing straight up to the judge handing him a file with a big red CLASSIFIED stamp on it. After skimming the file, the pasty white man swallowed hard looking at Mila.

“Witness dismissed! Thank you Mrs. Day for your cooperation up until this point. You are no longer needed.” He then turned to face the rest of the room, “Court is adjourned for the remained of the day! With the exception of Mrs. Day everyone is expected back tomorrow morning.”

The ride home from the courthouse was the same it’s been since the trail started, deafly quite. All Noah wanted to talk about was Erik and Mila just wanted things to go back to normal. To take a long hot bath with a glass of wine and her ‘Chill Vibes’ playlist and finally, to wake up tomorrow like none of this ever happened.

“Mila, can you please tell me what the hell is going on? What was in that file? That was the fucking FBI! Who are you?”

“I was fine until you came in here demanding answers to shit above your level of clearance Noah” Mila snapped sipping her Merlot. “But since you wanna know so damn bad I’ll tell you when I get out. Until then I’d pack my shit if I was you. You won’t even admit to knowing me after today.” As the door to the bathroom shut behind Noah, Mila’s phone dinged with a message.

Erik 😓: Still hate me?

Mila: Yes!

As Mila moved throughout her bedroom getting dressed she noticed Noah had taken her advice. His side of the closet was empty and his toiletries no longer took up space on the dresser. Of all the things that she should feel in the moment, relief shouldn’t have been one of them. But she was ready for this to all be over. Dressed in a gray and blue pajama shorts set complete with blue knee high socks, Mila found Noah sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands.

“Look. This wont be easy to hear,’ She started ‘I’ll answer any questions you have after I’ve finished.”

“Well…”

“My name,’ Mila took a breath before continuing ‘My real name is Briana Clark. I’m originally from Oakland, CA. And I’ve been in Witness Protection since 2011.”

“That’s a year before we met.”

“I was placed as a means to keep my identity secret from Erik’s enemies and me away from Erik.”

“But you went to see him that day. I was in court. I watched the damn video!”

“Pretty sure I asked you to let me finish first but fine! Yes, I did got to see Erik that day. I broke protocol, but when I got a text from an unknown number on my phone with a photo of me and Erik from a class trip.”

“How the fuck is that important Mila? Or Briana? Or whoever the fuck you are?”

“It’s important because when I entered Witness Protection one of my conditions was that all evidence of me and Erik’s relationship before college was destroyed! That’s picture should’ve been destroyed!”

“You were in there for almost three hours! You expect me to believe that’s all that happened? You told him about some damn picture someone texted you?”

“At this point, I don’t care what you believe. No matter what I tell you, you’ve already come up with your own answers.” Briana pulled the antique gold ring off before sliding it towards Noah on the table. “Here, I know what it means your family.”­–––

Briana woke up to someone banging on her front door. “Alright, alright I’m coming! Stop fucking banging!” Two in the damn morning, this better be fucking good Briana thought. After swinging the door open her instincts told her to slam it shut again but his boot in the door jam let her know that wouldn’t work so she just stepped out the way letting him enter. “You have court six hours. What do you want Erik?”

“What? No thank you? If it wasn’t for me your mans would’ve heard in court what you were really doing at my crib that day.”

She didn’t have to see his face to know he was wearing his signature shit eating grin. The one he gave whenever he was feeling himself, which was always. “Yes! Thank you for revealing my being in Witness Protection because of your stupid ass decisions and uprooting my life yet again. How could I fucking forget?”

Erik stomped his way over to Briana grabbing her by the neck and pushing her against the wall, “Watch your fucking tone with me girl!” he growled before using his thumb moving her head to the side whispering in her ear “Besides, you know that’s not what I was referring to love.” Erik released his grin around her throat before he made his way into the kitchen. Refrigerator door open about to grab a bottle of water before the door was slammed shut just missing his fingers.

“Like I said three fucking months ago when you showed up before catapulting my life to shit, I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about! Get the fuck out Erik!”

“Nah!”

“Erik. Please. Just go” all the fight starting to fade into desperation.

“Nah. I’ll leave when you admit it” Erik deadpanned before picking up Midnight and petting him taking a seat. “I’m waiting Bri.”

Looking out the window as it started to rain Briana thought back to what should’ve been her last day with Erik.

“Hey, I can’t believe you’re here”

“Don’t get used to it. After today I’m gone Erik”

“Yeah, I got that. So what you want?”

“A parting gift”

Erik looked up about question further only to see Briana standing in his living room stark naked with her coat in a puddle by her feet. “Damn!” was all he could say in response as he stride over to her. Briana jumped into Erik’s embrace wrapping her legs around his waist as he attacked her neck with nibbles and kisses while ascending to his bedroom. “You sure about this princess” he asked from between her thighs with his member hovering by her apex. Briana sat up on her elbows kissing Erik’s lips lightly before nodding her head and letting out a hushed yes.

Sex with Erik was always an event. He took pride in knowing Briana’s body better than she did. Bringing her to her peak over and over again without remorse or any signs of slowing down. Totally selfless. All things that set her over the edge but not what she wanted. Needed. Briana wanted to hear Erik recite something he’s told her many times but she stopped believing. She needed to hear it until she was convinced that she truly was okay with everything she’d ever known being gone after today.

“T-Tell me. Tell me, that you love me” Briana breathed through moans.

“I love you” he spoke into her neck. The vibrations against her neck causing her walls to tighten.

“Again.”

“I love you princess” Erik grunted, picking up his pace.

“Fuck! A-again! Please!”

“I. Love. You.” each word punctuated by a hard thrust right to her sweet spot.

Once her body stopped convulsing underneath him Briana took a deep breathe, sitting up on the bed. Looking over her shoulder, Erik was laid out staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. “This never happened.”

Erik turned his head looking Briana in the eyes before nodding “I got it”.

“I love you. Goodbye Erik.”

“What do you want me to admit to exactly? That if you weren’t so hell bent on things being done your way none of this would’ve even happened?”

“That you never stopped loving me.”

“You were a huge staple in my life. You taught and showed me things I’d never know otherwise. I wouldn’t be who I am if I never knew you but love? My love for you along with the memory of that day, no matter how vividly I remember it, is the truth I choose to omit Erik.”

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