#kris is pretty tan

[existencebringsonlypain]

Since ye have deltarune brainrot, may ask if you have any hc's for the characters?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'm sure I do, but I actually can't think of them right now. other than the Dreemurs are southern, Noelle's mom's name is Carol, and Kris has a very small amount of stubble, because that's fantastic.

[lizzie-dude]

Kris has a cyan soul

Okay, hear me out hear me out hear me out.

This is very long and I spent way too much time thinking about this, but I promise it makes sense if you read the whole thing.

In Undertale, and presumably in Deltarune as well, human souls correspond to a trait or main aspect of that human's personality. For example, a very kind human would have a green soul. There may be soul colors other than the ones we encounter in Undertale, but for right now all we have to work with is red = determination, green = kindness, cyan = patience, blue = integrity, purple = perseverance, orange = bravery, and yellow = justice. The humans who have these souls may exhibit these traits very well or just value them a lot. My theory is about the connection between soul colors and personality. Everything about people, including their core values, can change overtime, so it stands to reason that a human's soul color could change over time as well in the Undertale/Deltarune universe. A human who was previously very brave might go through a traumatic event that makes them scared of everything, someone might be impatient as a child and grow to be more patient as they age, etc. It is also possible that a soul's color changes when it is taken over by another being. The player is basically a god in this videogame world and has infinitely more determination than any of the other characters because they know it's just a game, a game that they'll keep playing over and over again, and their will to do that keeps the character they're controlling alive. So it's entirely possible that Kris had a different soul color before we took over and made it red through our determination. Also notice the difference in game over screens between Undertale and Deltarune. In Undertale there is a flashback of Asgore talking to Chara, and the player respawns at their last save point. In Deltarune, however, there is a choice.

I think Frisk originally had a red soul, and our determination just added to theirs, which is why there is no choice in Undertale. The combination of Frisk's natural determination and our control turns them into a literal immortal that cannot be killed. It would make sense if Kris originally didn't have determination as their key trait, because they can only survive through our choice. In Deltarune we are the ones with the determination, and only we can decide if Kris continues on. From what we know of Kris, they also don't act determined at all. They have almost no friends, don't do well in school, have very few hobbies, and have literally nothing on their side of the room. They seem to generally be very apathetic, and dialogue from those who have known Kris for a long time suggests that they've always been like this. Apathy isn't exactly the opposite of determination, but it's pretty close. Kris just doesn't strike me as a very determined person.

The main hole in this theory that I've been thinking about is Chara. I know there are like a bazillion theories on this, but I've always personally thought that Kris is just the Deltarune counterpart to Chara, not a combination of Chara and Frisk. Kris is more tan because they grew up aboveground and Chara grew up underground, Kris changed their hairstyle when they got older, and they became depressed and stopped smiling after their parents divorce/Asriel leaving for college/Dess's disappeareance/a combination of all three. If Kris is an alternate version of Chara, though, then why is Chara's soul red?

This is when we return to the idea that different events can change someone's personality, and consequently, their soul color. We know very little about Chara before they fell down into the Underground, but the little bit we do know makes me feel inclined to believe they weren't a very determined person.

Asriel implies that Chara was attempting to commit suicide when they climbed Mt. Ebott. He also says that they "hated humanity." It seems as though Chara had very bad experiences with humans that led them to resent humanity and to experience suicidal thoughts, presumably at a young age, since Chara is stated several times to be a child. Deciding to just give up and end it all, though, isn't very determined. It's entirely possible that Chara had a different soul color before climbing the mountain, and that their experiences with monsters is what changed their soul to red. Chara cared deeply about the monsters that had adopted them to such an extent that they were willing to poison themselves just to free everyone underground. It was their love for the monsters that made them determined to free them and that changed their soul color. Kris, who had grown up with a loving family and never had a reason to save or fight for anyone, would not have experienced this soul change in Deltarune, and would have had Chara's original soul color until we took control.

So why cyan?

Well...it's complicated, and the evidence is tangential at best. The real core of this theory is that Kris had a soul color other than red; it doesn't really matter what that soul color is. However, there's more evidence pointing towards cyan than any other color we know of.

For one, there's their skin in the dark world.

The cyan soul is exactly the same color as their skin. That's...kind of weird. Not really evidence, but it is interesting.

There's also the way Kris acts. We know cyan represents patience, and out of the seven soul colors, that seems to be the one that fits Kris best. There's the fact that they're waiting for Asriel to come home from college, for one. And, as previously mentioned, they act very apathetic. This could be less of an "I don't care what happens" and more of an "I'd rather wait for good things to come to me instead of seeking them out myself," which could be interpreted as either laziness or patience.

Finally, there's the Valentines day newsletter. Mettaton's card has cyan souls in the corner for literally no reason.

Why are they there. Why are there cyan souls in the corner. Wtf.

Toby Fox could have chosen ANY SOUL COLOR to put in the corner of that valentine. He could've done pink if he didn't want it to be mistaken as a soul color from Undertale, but no. They're cyan.

WHY.

This is a whole 'nother can o' worms, but...there's also Gaster's letter.

There are sooooo many theories about this that I do not want to get into, but it does contain something relevant.

"AS YOU ARE WAITING PATIENTLY, THE TIME IS GOING AROUND."

Waiting.

Patiently.

Is addressed to Kris? It uses second-person pronouns like in Deltarune whenever Kris does something. "If YOU squint your eyes, and, YOU squint your heart."

No idea. Honestly my hands hurt from too much typing, and there are people out there waaay smarter than me who can figure out what the hell this means, so...have fun. You can propose other theories or disagree with me, but please be respectful.

(I'm also going to post this on reddit, so if you see it there it's not stolen)

[kristannafever]

A Sky Full of Sun - 4

Kristanna Modern au Rated: M WC: 1706

Chapter Index

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Anna was tickled pink that Kristoff seemed happy to go along with her suggestions.  Eating breakfast by the ocean was absolutely amazing, and the cab driver had taken them to a large grocery store in Zihuantanejo where they stocked up on all kinds of food, snacks and drinks.  It took them several trips to get everything upstairs and when it was all put away, they were set for days without needing to go for supplies.

After changing into a bathing suit, opting for the strapless one piece so that she wouldn’t get too many tan lines, Anna found Kristoff in the main area and they repeated the actions of the day before, spraying each other’s backs with sunscreen before heading down to the pools.

Anna noticed that the large group of women were at the adult pool this time, and she had a sinking feeling that Kristoff might suggest they swim there, but he didn’t.  He didn’t even say anything, he just went to the big pool.  They found two lounge chairs in roughly the same spot as the day before, and got into the water and resumed people watching from the edge.  Anna was racking her brain to try and start up a conversation when Kristoff got the jump and did it for her.

“So have you ever been to Mexico before?”

Anna shook her head. “No, never.  How about you?”

He shook his head eyes still gazing at the ocean.  “Nope. First time for me too.  So far, it’s amazing.  I would definitely come back here.”

“Me too,” Anna said. “I like this place, it’s, Oh! Kristoff, look!”  Anna pointed.

He followed where she was looking at saw a group of dolphins jumping.  

“Wow,” she breathed. She’d never seen anything like them in real life before.   Movies and television were one thing, to see them with her own eyes, jumping so playfully in and out of the ocean, was incredible.

“Aren’t they wonderful?”

He turned to her and smiled. “They are indeed.”

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After the dolphins moved on, Kristoff and Anna resumed their conversation, which turned into Kristoff asking Anna how much Spanish she knew and asking him to teach her some.  She knew only the basics but she was delighted to share then with him.  And hearing Kristoff repeat it all back to her was wonderful.  He had a natural talent for rolling his r’s which she had always found incredibly sexy, especially on him.

She would have loved to keep at it but wasn’t long before Anna’s stomach started to growl and Kristoff told her he was hungry too.  They agreed to grab a bite of lunch at the Palapa Bar and go back in the water after.

They got out of the pool and walked towards their lounge chairs.  Anna noticed the one woman right away as she was walking up the stairs from the bathrooms that were under the bar.  As soon as she saw Kristoff emerging from the pool, she stopped dead in her tracks a moment before she grinned and hurried into the Palapa Bar where her friends were sitting.  All their heads turned then his way.

Kristoff was oblivious, he went to his chair and toweled off before slipping a white t-shirt on. Suddenly feeling a little self conscious with that large table of women staring their direction, Anna grabbed her bathing suit cover from her beach bag and slipped it on, then followed Kristoff to the bar.

The women were all staring at him and not being subtle about it either.  Kristoff didn’t even so much as glance their way.

“Hola, José.”

“Hola, mister Kris,” José answered, remembering him from their conversation the day before. “Dos Dos Equis?”

Kristoff nodded.  “Si, gracias.  And can we get a menu please? I mean, por favor?”

He flashed Anna a smile at remembering what she had taught him and she smiled back even though her mind was distracted.

José handed them a laminated piece of paper and set two beers on the bar ledge for them.

The Palapa was pretty small, only about eight tables were inside, and of the two only empty tables available, one was right beside the large table of ladies and the other was about as far away as you could get in the small area.  Anna could not help but feel a sense of relief when Kristoff headed to the latter.

They sipped their beers and Kristoff went back to the bar to order them fries and taquitos to share. Anna was trying her best not to look over at the women and simply enjoy spending time with Kristoff, when he excused himself to use the washroom.  One of the ladies immediately got up and headed straight for Anna as soon as he was gone.

She stopped by the table and looked blatantly down at Anna’s hand to see if there was a ring.  No doubt she’d already done the same to Kristoff.

“Hey, that guy you’re with, are you two together, or something?”

Anna tried not to frown. The woman was tall and gorgeous.  Almost every fiber of her being wished in that moment that she could say yes.

“No, we’re just… friends.”

“Thanks.” The woman grinned at her and went back to her table.  The group burst out into fits of giggles when she whispered something as she sat down.

What the hell were they laughing at?  Her? Probably.  Anna suddenly felt dejected.  She knew better than to worry about what a bunch of strangers thought of her, but this was something about her and Kristoff and she was apparently acutely sensitive about that now.  It had to be because she really liked him and the more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to be with him.

He came back, table of eyes still following his every more, and Anna did her best to smile and then excused herself to the washrooms to gather her thoughts since she suddenly felt like crying.  She didn’t have to look back to know that he was going to be approached by that woman as soon as Anna was out of sight.  

After using the washroom, Anna washed her hands and splashed some water on her face.  The urge to cry was gone, but there was a sadness in her heart. She had half a mind to just tell Kristoff she didn’t feel well and just shut herself up in her room for the rest of the day, however,o they had some food coming and she really was hungry.  Not to mention she truly didn’t want to lie to him.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she ascended the stairs back to the Palapa. Unsurprisingly, the woman who’d approached her was sitting at the table with Kristoff, in Anna’s seat no less. Anna placed a fake smile on her face and trudged forward.

Kristoff immediately locked eyes with her as she walked up into the bar, like he was already looking for her, then turned back to the woman.  

“Well, nice talking with you, but my friend is back now.”

Anna heard him as she approached and couldn’t help but feel giddy at the polite but clearly dismissive way that Kristoff had said that to her.

“Maybe I’ll see you around then,” she said as she stood, giving him her best ‘fuck me’ expression.

Kristoff didn’t even acknowledge her, wasn’t even looking at her, he was looking at Anna.  In turn Anna kept looking back at him as the woman brushed by her, gathered her friends and headed back to the adult only pool.

“What was that about?” Anna couldn’t help but ask him when they were gone.

“Oh, she was hitting on me,” he said matter-of-factly.  “Asked me if I would take her to dinner tonight.”

“And you said no?”

Kristoff’s eyebrows wrinkled as he gave her a bit of a funny look.  “Yeah, of course.  I don’t know her.”

Anna’s fought hard not to smile, feeling fluttery and tingly and excited and hopeful.  

*******

Kristoff stifled a yawn as he looked down at his phone.  

How are you feeling, buddy?  

Text bubbles appeared and Sven was quick with his response.

Like death warmed over.  But at least I’m done puking and shitting.  Evacuation complete LOL

 Well, that’s something

 How’s to Condo?  

You making nice with Anna?

 Condo is beautiful.  Yes Anna and I are getting along just fine

 Are you now?

 Kristoff ignored the comment.

                       I hear you’re coming down on Wednesday

 Can’t wait dude

Wish we had made it down there with you guys

 Well 10 days is better than nothing

 You better have a cold one waiting for me when I get there

                         You bet

 Kristoff slid his phone back in his pocket as he stood up and went to the deck.  He marvelled again at the view.  Anna had talked about staying in and cooking a meal after watching the sunset and that suited him just fine.

He thought back to the woman who had approached him in the Palapa.  She wasn’t rude, but her arrogance was immediately off-putting. Not to mention he was developing one hell of a crush on Anna.  

When she came out of her bedroom after her shower she was in a similar dress as the night before, only this one was black.  Simple and elegant, just like her, and she looked amazing.  He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the setting sun and not on her.

They had a great time talking while they made dinner.  Salad, rice and fried shrimp had never tasted so good.  Afterward they went through all the games and decided to play Cribbage. The rum and cokes they made for the game turned into two, then three, then neither of them could remember what number drink they were on and they giggled about embarrassing stories from their youth.

When they finally turned in, Kristoff was pretty drunk and he knew Anna was hammered.  He hoped she would sleep well and didn’t wake up with too much of a headache in the morning.  He flopped onto the bed with all his clothes on.  As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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[cinemagh0ul]

The production for FD3 was lowkey insane and I honestly adore it for that.

Like the cast had to ride a rollercoaster 26 times in a row in order to create the devil’s flight scene and they took bets on who was gonna get sick first (nobody did, however Texas Battle, the actor for Lewis, got the most votes)

a stunt person was literally set on fire for the tanning bed scene

Kris Lemche (the actor for Ian) had to learn how to drive a forklift for the retail store scene

Amanda Crew (the actress for Julie) did her own stunt for the horse scene and actually did get dragged around by stunt coordinators

I’m pretty sure Alexz Johnson (the actress for Erin) broke her nose at one point during production

Also apparently Amanda originally auditioned for Erin whilst Alexz originally auditioned for Julie

And ofc, the original ending ended up doing so bad during the test screening that they reshot the final ending FOUR MONTHS after they finished production

[aesa-inn-skald]

Okay it's been some time but I made this kidney pouch as a Kris Kringle gift for a member of my (SCA) household, and it wasn't without tribulations.

Tribulations and *the process* continued under the cut

So I used the pattern from Dark Horse armoury (which is great, highly reccomend. I'll link it if someone asks)

What I didn't account for was how much of the vege tan leather I had left. So I had to print the pattern multiple times at different scalings to see what fit with the leather I had, but! I persevered.

Next came punching all the holes, I used the smallest drive punch I had for all the stitching holes and crouched on the concrete of the garage for hours tapping away and slowly eroding my cutting mat (I have a punch block now, this whole project was made in desperation)

But alas! Tragedy struck

When I bent and then snapped my punch most of the way through! But ingenuity provides and I continued by using some jewellery pliers.

With that out the way, then came stitching.

This went pretty smoothly all things considered, I even managed to watch a whole season of the vox machina animated show on a friend's reccomendation

And that's it! This was a very "step 1: draw a circle, step 2: draw the rest if the owl" walk through of myself making a kidney pouch

[whenabluemoonfangirls]

A TRANSFORMERS FANFIC (oc insert)

GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX

CH 1 || IN THE STREETS OF NEW YORK

Tuesday. August 22, 1995

Noah had found himself on his bed, just thinking about how his life has run its course.

A lot---

A lot has happened, and a lot has changed. Things actually been better now. Kris has had his treatments which was easier for him and his mother. Mirage was back and he seemed to be spending more time with the family despite Optimus's instruction. Optimus, however, was getting all too familiar with the human ways. Bee, had been so relieved to have been revived that he had, discreetly, visited his favorite human-much to Optimus's bewilderment. Noah remembered how Bee got a huge scolding from the "Big Man."

The "Big Man" indeed. Yet, he was happy that he and Optimus could actually agree on things now---especially joining on telling them (Mirage and Bee) to not be reckless and not getting into trouble.

"Sonic, you got a call." Kris's voice was heard from the doorway. Noah got up as soon as he heard his little brother.

"What's up?"

"Girlfriend." Kris nonchalantly said.

Elena.

---It didn't work well with her. Yes, they dated for a bit and yet her expeditions and career had caused some misunderstandings. They decided to be good friends. And they were.

"Girl space friend. Kris." He stood up, walked to his brother and ruffled his hair. The little guy shook his head.

"Hey, focus on your homework."

Noah took hold of the phone. He heard Elena's voice from the other line.

"Hey." He heard her chuckle.

"How you doin'? Any new discoveries?" Noah asked with a smile of his own. Elena chuckled again as a reply.

"Getting there. Oh yeah, I was hoping that you pick up someone. She's a friend...a colleague. Actually, a friend-like colleague, if that makes sense?" Noah's brows furrow after hearing her.

"I guess. Kinda. I have to pick someone up?"

"Yeah. A diner---I told her to be at the diner. You will pick her up there." Elena then told him where it was. Noah nodded, not that she could see from the other line.

"Got it. She knows about the texts. If you know what I mean---also I gotta go. Tell your brother, I said hi. And the others too. " He knew what "others" she meant.

"Got it. See you around when you back."

Noah placed the phone down. He turned back to see Kris was listening, the whole time.

"Kris, really?"

"What did she say?" Kris shrugged. Noah just had to indulge him with their conversation. Kid was just too curious.

"Picking up someone. And no, you're staying." Noah replied even before Kris could say or at least demand to come along.

Yet- Noah was also curious who could Elena's friend be or colleague? Either way, he was fixated on one thing that she knew about the texts.

Ali arrived after a nonstop flight of about...16 hours more or less. It was inevitable that she arrived jet lagged. She also had a massive headache. The meal that was served earlier was not into her liking so now she had found herself removing what contents of what was left from her stomach while she had the briefcase, clenched in her arm. The briefcase holding the relief.

"Ugh...I am never having that again." She walked out of the airport, hungry and a bit wobbly. She had to get some food and the diner (she had asked the cab driver if it was close earlier) was very far.

"Is there uhm a food stall?" She asked the cab driver, who was pretty chill and friendly with her.

"Yeah. You okay with hotdogs?" The man asked. From what she had observed, he had tan skin and an accent that has proved to have her in awe. Oh, and the young man was dashing so she could not help but blush every time the man would look at her from the front view mirror.

"Oh yes, I am. Hotdogs would seem lovely." Ali then paused and sighed heavily.

"You alright? You ain't from here huh?"

"No. I'm from the Philippines."

"Philippines? That's a bit of a mouthful." The cab driver laughed.

"Originally it was called Filipinas." Ali began but she stopped. "Sorry, I uhm, I am an archaeologist and I just love history." She spoke. The cab driver only smiled.

"Nonsense. I loved to hear about that. Hey, we can talk more over hotdogs. It's just around this corner." The cab driver added.

"Alright, sure!" Ali sounded so excited and figured that she had to dial it down a bit.

"Really?"

"No, really." Ali was in the middle of explaining to the cab driver, which she had now known as Tyler, that her fellowmen absolutely adored the Black culture. All the while, admiring the beautiful city at night.

"We got rappers. We have a famous one named Francis Magalona. Even little kids try to rap like him. Our rap is somewhat nationalistic and its cool." She added, taking a bite from the hotdog. "This is really good!" She was just elated to have tasted this after a bad airline meal.

"Told ya. Best hotdogs in the city. Now tell me, what brings you to New York? You're a long, long way from home." Tyler chuckled, flashing that bright smile that could bring Ali to her knees. Ali had to feign being all flustered and act normal---explaining everything.

"I see. I still have to take you to the diner." Tyler sighed, looking up at the city lights. "And about that adoration, that was surprising,"

"Oh? Well, our ancestors were called "Negritos". They had black skinned too---they're called "Aetas " today. In my opinion, we like brothers yo!" Ali said, trying her best to sound cool. Tyler was just amused.

"Go on."

"And then---we were the first ones to indulge when rap was made. It was said that it became famous when US Troops was stationed in military bases there. It's truly fantastic." Ali continued and as she did so, Tyler just watched and was just fascinated with this here---young woman.

When they had eaten all of the hotdogs, Tyler had to say that it was time for them to go. Ali was saddened by this as she got inside the cab. The drive to the diner was all but silent. Ali didn't want to part but work was work.

"Hey."

She heard Tyler speak again.

"How long will you be staying here?" He asks. Ali bit her lip as she thought of a reply.

"It will depend on how long this will take." She said, pointing at the suitcase.

"I guess I can take you around the city and when you're back home...maybe we become pen pals?" Tyler added and this caused Ali's heart to skip a beat.

Pen pals---

They were to send each other letters and this could pave the way for them to call each other using their phones.

"International calls are expensive...but I can deal with that." Ali said.

"Alright me too." She heard him say and boy, was the girl in cloud nine. Ali was actually excited of the days to come.

Was this her love story, unfolding?

Was this something---

And then a bright light caught her attention. She looked back to see that there were black cars. It gave off the impression that they were being followed.

"Hey Tyler. I think we have company." She said, worriedly. Tyler noticed the black cars from his mirror.

"Hold on. " He pushed on the gas to evade the cars. Ali held on to the suitcase tight. A sudden car chase had started to develop, and Tyler was making sure they wouldn't get caught. By now they had passed the diner, but that wasn't important. Tyler must keep his passenger safe.

"Who are they?" Ali could hear the worry and fright in his voice.

"I don't know!" Ali watched as the cars continued to chase after them.

As Tyler tried to get away from them, a car had crashed into the cab causing it to swerve. The car then had spun round and round before it slid across the road and halted to a stop.

Ali was dizzy and tried to make out what was happening or what has happened-yet she got over to where Tyler was. She used all her strength to do this.

"Tyler? Tyler?!"

Tyler held her hand while groaning in pain. "Ali..." Blood trickling down his face. Ali gasped worriedly.

"Tyler-" Ali whimpered and then started to unbuckle his belt. "We need to get you out of here!" Tyler heard her say but then noticed that the men in coats had gotten out of their cars and was approaching the cab. He placed a hand on top of the belt.

"Ali, get away from here." Tyler said looking up at her. Ali froze.

"What...?"

Was she going to leave him there? Was he being serious?

"You-you're joking right?" Her voice quivered while she searched for a hint of jest in his eyes, that he was just joking but Tyler was dead serious.

"Ali, get out."

"No!" Ali refused despite Tyler trying to pry her hand off the belt. "You, need to get to safety!" Ali didn't say anything and shook her head. Tyler shook her, his grip strong on her shoulder. He did this in hopes to bring her back to reality or to stop her from panicking.

"You need to get away and I promise I will find you." Tyler said looking deep in her eyes. Ali tried to hold back her tears, but he could see that she was abou to cry.

"Alright." She nodded. Tyler chuckled and handed her the briefcase.

"Now go."

Ali had to get off the cab, but she didn't want to leave him behind. What choice did she have? Ali gave the man, a tight hug, then got out and ran for it. The men followed after her. They didn't want her to escape.

Tyler watched her ran as fast as she could.

They had come upon an empty alley save for an old car. Ali placed the briefcase on top of it. Then removed her coat before facing the men.

"I could literally kill you for destroying this magical night..." Ali seethed. She was angry at the men who just chuckled. The young woman already knew what they were thinking.

How could a small woman beat them?

For Ali, she had taken up martial arts to protect herself. Excavations can give opportunities to grave robbers or black-market dealers to take what they have discovered, had dug or unearthed. She wasn't going to let that happen.

This was also a time.

Ali then got up the old car and gestured the men to come forward while she tied up her hair before getting into a fighting stance. She could see the men getting cocky, yet this did not faze her.

"Come at me."

A man then charged at her, ready to hit the female with a club. And just as she was ready to fend herself, a sudden force sent her flying and then falling back to the ground---hard.

She could see the lights were fading into black while trying to stand. To no avail, her body felt heavy. Just before she lost consciousness, all she could make out was a vague outline of silver.

✨FOOTNOTES: hi there, [bmoon] here! And I posted the first chapter to the fanfic. Boi, i did some research for this part. we truly adore black culture----many of our filipino entertainment culture has been heavily influenced by it. i know--i see my young relatives try to rap and theyre really good. another is that Ali was the only oc that i should make but then ideas overflowed, and Tyler was conceived---err made. anyways I do hope you enjoy this post! I am open to comments and all.

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Get Some - Tierna Davidson x Reader

Prompt: So I’ve got an idea for Tierna x Reader where they’ve just started dating after quarantined together in Chicago but haven’t told the team yet because they don’t want to mess up the dynamics right before the Olympics. Nobody really suspects anything bc they are both pretty tame at camps, and bc reader has severe baby face the team is always teasing her about being an innocent little fetus forgetting she is actually like 24. So when R shows up to Orlando camp in a bulky hoodie they think nothing of it assuming it’s from Chicago weather until they notice she refuses to take it off and keeps adjusting the hood to keep part of her neck covered. They let her be thinking maybe she’s just cold until she shows up ready for practice with her winter mock neck on under her practice jersey the next day. After they force her to take it off bc it’s 80° out they discover the hickeys she was trying to hide, along with the scratches on her back and freak out bc someone is “defileing the fetus” and grill her trying to figure out who it is while Tierna is just smirking to herself by her locker.

TL/DR: Tierna x Reader trying and failing to hide r’s “love marks” featuring Proud!Tierna and BabyFace!Reader

Note - this awesome human, pretty much wrote this me. 

“Cold munchkin?” Alex teased the forward as she sat next to her in the team meeting. Her hood up, sweater strings tied.

“Not all of us live in constant heat and humidity Morgan. I bet you’re jealous of my lack of tan too,” Y/N winked back, tugging the sweater tighter around her neck.

Tierna grinned behind them, struggling to stifle her laughter.

“Of course she’s jealous! Who wouldn’t want to look like this?” Rose slid in on the other side of Y/N.

“Yea Alex, pale is the new tan,” Sonnett squeezed Alex’s traps from behind as she sat down next to Tierna.

Alex rolled her eyes at unexpected turn.

Vlatko called attention to the rest of the room, starting the meeting for the start of camp.

Tierna kicked the back of Y/N chair while she continued to try and hide her grin from everyone around her. Lindsey giving her a strange look.

At the end of the meeting, everyone made their way to the banquet room for supper, still all separated until everyone’s test results came in.  

“Hey kiddo, you need someone to cut up your food at supper?” Kelley teased, nudging the forward as she made her way to her own seat.

“Ha ha,” Y/N fake laughed, rolling her eyes, “because I’m not old enough to have my knife.”

“You got it,” Kelley winked, shooting her air guns across the table.

After that conversation flowed easily, the players all talking to each other from a distance, making the room busy and loud; everyone eager to catch up.

After supper, Y/N and Tierna attempted to stall, hoping to steal a brief moment together before they all had to spend the night alone in their rooms.

“We should just tell them we had been quarantined in Chicago together, then we could be together,” Tierna tugged on Y/N’s sleeve, swinging both their arms back and forth.

“You need T to walk you to your room, so you don’t get lost?” Ali teased as she walked by.

“Where the hell does everyone keep coming from,” Tierna grumbled quietly, while Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“I’m not a child!” Y/N stomped her foot.

“Great argument kiddo,” Pinoe held a thumbs up as she walked past to the elevator.  

“I can find my own room!” Y/N called after her, starting to walk away, only to feel another firm pull on her sleeve. She glanced down to see Tierna still holding on, looking up to see the smirk on her girlfriends face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tuck our kid into bed.” Tierna started to pull Y/N towards the stairs by her sleeve.

Once out of site of the rest of the team, Tierna pinned Y/N against the wall, untieing the strings to her hood. Nosing it out of her way, Tierna started kiss along her jaw line, placing a firm bite to her ear.

“I am addicted to you,” Tierna pulled the collar out of the way, moving her lips to Y/N’s collar bone, scrapping her teeth on it, then soothing it with a gentle kiss.

“Fuck T,” Y/N tilted her head back, giving Tierna more room to kiss. Her hand gripping the back of Tierna’s neck, other sliding under her shirt, scrapping her nails across her ribs.

Tierna sucked harshly Y/N throat, pulling back to see the result, a deep red mark already beginning to turn purple. “You’re going to need to ask the staff for a neck warmer tomorrow,” she whispered into Y/N’s throat, scrapping her teeth across the bruise.

Y/N pulled her hand out from Tierna’s shirt, placing her palms on her chest, debating if she should push her away. She loved what was happening, but knew they needed to stop before things got carried away, or Tierna left any more marks.

“Fuck T,” Y/N groaned out, beginning to push the defender away, “we aren’t in quarantine anymore, people can actually see us now, more importantly, our team can see now.”

“Hmm that would be unfortunate if someone saw these,” Tierna smirked as she leaned back in, attempting to place more kisses along Y/N’s neck. Only for Y/N to push more firmly against her chest.

“You’re killing me babe,” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile. Tierna looking completely unashamed, bit the air in front of Y/N, beginning to slide her hands up the front of Y/N’s shirt, digging her thumbs into her hips. Y/N moaned at the pressure, hips pressing out for more contact.

With a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tierna pulled away completely, taking three large steps back and holding her hand out.

“Come on, I promised to make sure you make it to bed safe,” she winked, wiggling her fingers to encourage Y/N to grab.

“I hate you,” Y/N said gruffly, stepping forward to take Tierna’s hand.

“No you don’t,” she sung back, swinging their arms back and forth as they began walking up the stairs.

“I do a little bit,” she mumbled, looking away from the brunette, knowing her faux seriousness would crack as soon as she saw the large smile her girlfriend had on.

“Nope!” Tierna accentuated the ‘p’ at the end, swinging their arms higher, finally earning a giggle from her girlfriend. Her ability to go from pinning Y/N to the wall and leaving hickeys across her neck to innocent and childlike was incredible.

Y/N finally gave in completely and burst out laughing as they climbed the stairs, pushing her shoulders into the taller soccer player. The two gently wrestling the rest of the way up the stairs, separating as they made it to their floor.

Tierna walked Y/N to her door, making a show of it, “I’m just down the hall if you have any bad dreams,” she ruffled her hair and began to walk away. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

Several loud laughs could be heard from the doors that still remained open.

The next morning players prepared for practice on the side lines, tugging on cleats and debating on long sleeves or short sleeves, Y/N tugged her neck warmer on, tugging it all the way up to her ears.

“Yo, Chicago, shouldn’t you be used to the cold?” Kristie teased as they made their on the turf to warm up.

“Rude! I’m delicate!”

“Yea Kris be nice to the little kid,” Alex came from behind, rubbing her hands up and down Y/N’s biceps. “you cold? Do you need a sweater? Gloves?”

Y/N pulled out of Alex’s hands, rolling her eyes, “I’m fine, just a little chilly this morning.”

Everyone left it for the rest of the morning training.

Y/N was not as lucky that afternoon. Everyone offering warmer items of clothing when they saw her wearing the neck warmer again in the afternoon.

“Are you sick?” Christen reached up, attempting to feel Y/N’s forehead. Y/N was quick to duck out of the way, swatting Christens hand.

“Seriously guys, I’m fine, just not adjusting well to the climate change or something,” Y/N tried to avoid glaring at Tierna, knowing the defender would a smirk on her face throughout it all.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? Should we get the trainers?” know Tierna decided to join in the conversation. Y/N looked sharply at her girlfriend, clenching her jaw, she was the reason for the interrogation.

“I’m fine,” Y/N snarked to the group, “It’s a neck warmer, just drop it.”

“It is way to humid put here right now for you to be chilled,” Ali came over, rubbing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, sensing the forwards discomfort at being put on the spot. But also concerned for the younger woman, no one should be chilled in the mid-afternoon Florida heat.

The entire practice everyone kept an eye on the younger soccer player. As the intensity of the practice increased, Y/N continued to tug at the neck warmer she was wearing. The hair at the base of her skull soaked with sweat, the collar of shirt drenched the entire away around, face flushed as she heated up.

At the end of practice, Y/N attempted to pull her hoodie over head after she had pulled the neck warm off. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough her movements, the hem getting caught on her sweaty, tangled bun.

“What in the actual fuck happened to your neck?” Pinoe explained, stopping Y/N from pulling the sweater on, gaining the attention of the rest of the team.

Kelley quickly bounded over, pulling the collar of her practice shirt out of the way. The rest of the team now all looking on.

“What happened to your neck?” Alex came over as well, thumb and forefinger holding Y/N’s chin, moving her head around, inspecting the now very prominent hickeys spread across the neck, collar bone, and upper chest.

A loud cat call whistle was heard from behind and “Oh damn” thrown from someone else, follow up with “get some!”

“No! Don’t get anything!” Christen shot the group of young players a hard look, eyes sharp when she looked back to Y/N, “who did this to you?”

“What? This?” Y/N motioned to her neck, “I, uhh, got a tour of the aquarium. They let me hold one of the octopuses.” She finished with a firm nod, satisfied with her answer, smiling to herself.

Tierna remained on the bench a few feet away, coughing to cover her sudden laugh at the terrible story.

“Bullshit!” Alex challenged, still holding Y/N chin firmly. Y/N attempted to pull away, Alex adjusted her grip, palming her jaw.

“Who did this to you?” Christen asked again.

“You’re like 12! No one should be doing this to you!”

“I’m 24,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to pull away, only to be pulled back in.

“You are far too young to young to have hickeys!”

“I’ve had sex before.”

“No! you are not old enough to have sex!”

By now, Tierna was leaning back on the bench, watching as all the older players harassed her girlfriend, all unaware she was the cause of the marks on the young forward. She spread her arms on the back of the bench, leg casually crossed over the other, smug smile.

“Welp,” she popped the ‘p’, “I’ve kissed people, given hickeys, been hickied,” she motioned to her neck again, “and even had sex. Really good, mind blowing sex.” With a wink, Alex finally let her step out of her grip.

“Eww! No!”

“Y/N! Enough, tell us who did this to you? We obviously need to talk to them if they are doing things like this to you.”

“Guys, quit being so dramatic,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to take another step away from the over protective players.

“No no no, come back here,” Tobin stepped forward now. “That ones fresh!” she copied Alex’s motion earlier, gripping her jaw and tilting it up to the expose the fresh hickey on the side.

This caused them all to step closer and inspect the hickey for themselves. Tierna uncrossed her legs, sitting up a little straighter, smile slipping slightly.

“That means its someone at camp!” Kristie called from behind all the veterans.

Y/N eyes went wide, smile fully dropping from Tierna’s face. The overprotective players all looking around, scanning each player, trying to determine who it could be.

“Is it a player? Staff? Coach?” Alex looked firmly at the younger forward.

“Gonna go save your girl?” Alyssa slid onto the bench next to Tierna on the bench, smirking at her.

“What?” Tierna whispered, shocked, eyes darting quickly to the keeper.

“Well,” Alyssa started slowly, “most of those are old, so they happened in Chicago, and you, me, and Y/N/N were the only ones there together. And there’s a fresh one since we got here. And since I didn’t do it, that only leaves you.” She firmly poked Tierna in the chest.

Tierna opened and closed her mouth. “Umm, uhh, fuck.”

“I won’t tell, but you might want to go save her over there. You know none of them are going to drop it until they figure it out,” Alyssa shrugged, “besides it’s your fault really. You are the one that put those one there.”  

Tierna continued to open and close her mouth, then watched as the veterans continued to ask Y/N who It was and beginning to call out several of the younger players who were all enjoying the small interrogation.

“Fuck,” Tierna sighed out, she slapped her thighs and pushed herself to stand. “Kell, Stanford should take your degree away.”

Kelley whipped around to glare at Tierna as she walked toward the group, “what are you talking about?”

“You’re really not very observant,” Tierna smirked at her, “I’m going to let you guys think on this a little more, Y/N/N and I are going to head back to the hotel for supper.”

Y/N smirked and skipped toward the defender.

Everyone watched them walk away, mouth open, eyebrows creased.

“Wait,” Lindsey perked up, smile growing as she figured it out, “weren’t they both in Chicago together?”

That brought all eyes over to the midfielder.

“Yes!” Kelley pointed at her, “they did! Baby T defiled baby Y/N!”

“Shit, I thought we would get further away,” Tierna tugged Y/N’s hand encouraging them to run towards an available van.

“We aren’t done with this!” Alex yelled after them.

[ssardothien]

Casteel and Rowan. Why.

Kris, you asked, I answered.

Here’s my essay on why I love both Rowan Whitethorn and Casteel Da’Neer

For me Rowan was a refreshing character and love interest from the moment he was introduced in HoF. I was attached to him from the very beginning, he seemed more complex to me than Dorian or Chaol could ever be (don’t hate on me for saying this, we can have different opinions and still respect each other and the characters that aren’t our favorite. I still love both of them, though I had a hard time convincing myself to like Chaol and it took me a while, but I do now). Ok I’ll start with his appearance. Let’s just admit that he’s a hottie. Tall, tanned, broad-shouldered warrior, masculine, fae ears, pretty green eyes and long silver hair. And his tattoos that are not just some doodles, but a story written down on his body, if that’s not attractive (and I’m not only talking about appearance but the whole message behind this) then I don’t know what is. And he has an accent that apparently sounds like a purr, I’m a simp. I love his personality, I love the way he’s witty around the ones he feels comfortable with. Because he doesn’t really seem to have a brilliant sense of humor, but it’s there and it will show from time to time how waggish and sassy he is. And the teasing between him and Aelin, it’s just sexy. I love that despite being through so much, despite loosing his loved ones, he’s still capable of expressing emotions (even though it takes him a little bit to open up), feeling things so deeply and loving others so fiercely. That for me is the definition of strength. The fact that he didn’t want to block his feeling anymore, that he wasn’t afraid to love someone again and be devoted to them, even though he’s been hurt before and he’s already lost so much. His gentleness, protectiveness and how caring he is toward his loved ones just melts my heart. And how he would literally give up his own life if there was a ghost of a chance that he could save Aelin by doing so. How he took an arrow that was meant for her and didn’t even hesitate. And I love him because unlike the others “Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.” When she had doubts and thought of herself as a monster he simply said “If you're a monster, I'm a monster.” and that’s just beautiful to me. And this quote: “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.” I’m sorry but if someone said such a thing to me I would simply die because my heart would not be able to take in this amount of love.

And Casteel is just another version of Rowan to me, just in a different universe. And honestly there is no way for me to say which of these two is the better one, they are equals to me, not the same but similar in so many aspects, that I put them on the same place on the podium (first ofc). I cannot choose between these two. Rowan was the first fictional character to make me feel the way I feel about him and that is a deep admiration. I’ve read HoF back in 2015 and was simping for him ever since. But when I was introduced to Casteel recently I discovered that he awakened something in me, that part of me that got so attached to Rowan. He was pulling the same strings. He’s got it all. The caring and protective part, the teasing, the devotion, the wit and sense of humor, the handsomeness, the strength, the gentleness and softness, and he’s sexy okay?

I created a table, so you can visualise what I'm trying to say, here ya go:

This whole situation gave me one more reason to reread both tog and fbaa, so I will probably post some more about this in the future.

See this post if you want to know why Kris loves Rowan Whitethorn.

See this post if you want to know why Kris will always choose Casteel Da'Neer.

[villainwithinme]

Beauty Outside Pt. 1

Finally, Chapter two Part I of "The Villain Beauty Series". This wasn't easy for me to finish since there was a lot to discuss here. So, yes it will be a LONG post. I will start with beauty standards, pretty privilege, why you should still care about taking care of your appearance. And Part II I will give you tips on how to take care of your appearance. Let's get started.

Beauty standards in our society is FUCKING TOXIC. I mean look at how much it damaged peoples self esteem, caused eating disorders, get "unnecessary" surgeries, just straight up made people obsessed over looks. On top of that the beauty standards are around YT people. Because of celebrities like the Kardashians and Jenners some features that are not YT became a trend. Straight slim nose, big lips,tan skin, big boobs, big butts, slim waist. Don't get it twisted though these standards are still surrounding YT people. And these people can have pretty privilege.

Pretty privilege exists and if you don't fit the beauty standards you will get treated less than/ no one will really give a fuck about you. That's the truth about our society. Now I won't sit here and tell you that pretty people don't have it hard. But we are not here to talk about people that fit the standard are we. Yes, all of us have challenges in our daily life and our looks does have something to do with that (Obviously I am talking about certain situations). You can cuss me out all you want but this won't change how the world works. There is even a book by Laura James called "The Beauty Defense" talking about 30 women that got away with murder because of there looks. Still need more proof look up singer Kris Wu after shit hit the fan he still had fans defending him and even wanting to "break him out of jail." There are even numerous studies on how pretty people get less prison sentence, get paid more, are most likely to succeed, are most likely to get hired, and much more. Researching this topic you can see why this would be dangerous.

After reading you are probably wonder so why TF are you making a post on how to take care of your appearance?or you are probably going to be on some pity party. And I understand being in this society is EXHAUSTING but we can't be there for to long otherwise it will be damaging. My advise is to take breaks from social media and anything that can trigger you (or try to avoid). But remember running away won't change anything. My further advise won't be "It's all about being Confident" "You just need more confidence in yourself" honestly that's a bunch of bullshit. Confidence is a feeling, some days we feel good about ourselves other days we don't. The fact many people based that on how we should feel about our looks is fucked up. In the future I will be talking about the whole confidence thing on my other post "Beauty In Self Compassion & Attitude".

Taking care of our appearance shouldn't be a bad thing or feel like you are giving in to society. I want you to do this for you and not for them because your life is yours. It will also help you approach different areas in your life and can affect your mood.So start saying fuck you towards people that make you feel ashamed towards things you like to wear or just for being yourself. The way you want to dress, how you do your makeup and hair is a way of loving yourself. A way that can make you feel good about yourself. Remember what we feel inside can reflect on the outside. So learning how to have that IDGAF mentality. It will make you see that you don't have to put up with societies bullshit and especially the stupid beauty standards. You can unlearn everything society has taught you and be who you always wanted to be without feeling shame. Now despite what he did if you Google him, man was always looking fresh and had fits. Actor Mickey Rooney

Now as you can see my boy isn't the beauty standards (Throwing it out there he was also 5'2). But, he ended up marrying these Gorgeous women that were.

Now why am I mention him. Well like I said man was always looking fresh, he ended up pulling these women with his charm. But do you think he could have been with these women if he had been hesitant and insecure about his looks 🤔. NO he got dressed, didn't give a fuck and became one of Hollywood's Famous Fuckboys.

In the end we all lack something whether is looks or personality it doesn't matter. Society is always going to nitpick something. So learn how to have the IDGAF mentality.And someone that had this mentality was Kat from Season 1 Euphoria

(TBH I didn't agree on the some of the chooses she made but I ain't one to judge). As her mentality change, she started to wear clothes and makeup that made her glow and feel good . She stop giving in to insecurites or what people thought about her. And stop wearing clothes that didn't stand out and were "dull". She took care of her appearance which was lovely to see.

Conclusion to this post is take care of your appearance for YOURSELF and not for others. Don't become obsessed with looks, it will damage you. And just know that you matter as a PERSON and are WORTHY no matter how you look and hopefully these words of mine show you that. We are not dolls but humans with emotions that we should care about. And another thing FUCK SOCIETY.

You reach the end loves ��. Right now I feel like I said a lot but said nothing at the same time. So give me feedback and let me know if I helped a bit. If not let me know what I should have added or if I said something that is flawed or wrong 🥲. Anyway loves hope to see you in Part II where I will give you tips and recommendations. See you later. 🙂

[lumosinlove]

Sweater Weather Roster Description:

(So I probably definitely forgot some things. There’s a lot of complicated matching up that went into this. But, regardless, I wanted to post it, so we’ll fix and add as we go! <3)

James Potter: (Pots, Pothead, Potty)

Position: Left Wing, First Line

Number: 7

Years In The League: 7—drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 25. 6’1”. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, white. Can usually be seen wearing whatever Lily buys him. Known on the team for being a joker, but also someone you can go to for any reason. Hyper.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lily Evans.

Closest to on the team: Sirius Black and Sergei Ivanov, but basically everyone.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sirius Black

Lives With: Girlfriend Lily Evans

Injury: Multiple concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Putting his contacts in, because he usually wears glasses, gets him really into the game mode. His favorite food is treacle tart, which he had when he took his girlfriend Lily to England—now she makes it for him on his birthday.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he told them that he and Lily were pregnant and they all celebrated.

Superstition: He has to call his girlfriend, Lily, before every game.

Warm Up Song: Eye of the Tiger

What the announcers say when he scores: “Aaaaannndd Potter is wheeling tonight!!”

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Sirius Black: (Padfoot, Cap, Captain)

Position: Center, First Line

Number: 12

Years In The League: 6—First pick overall, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 24. 6’3”. Black hair, gray eyes, white. Hair gets really fluffy in humidity and it drives him insane. Short hair, curls above his ears. Loves a good backwards hat. One of the strongest on the team.

Nationality: French-Canadian. Hometown: Montreal, Canada.

S/O: Remus Lupin—secret.

Closest to on the team: James Potter and Adam Fox and William LeBlanc

Rooms With: No One

Sits with on the bus/plane: James Potter

Lives With: No one

Injury: Badly broken ankle, one mild concussion

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He had a very hard time coming up with one, so James chose one for him. He pretends to hate the rookies, but will drop literally everything for anything they need. He’s also really bad at taking his pre-game nap.

(Pascal Dumais from the background: “He does not understand household chores!” “Shut up, Dumo!”)

Favorite Moment On Team: His first game after deciding to stand up to his mother about getting a trade. He could finally relax, and enjoy himself. When he scored the first goal, he let his teammates celebrate with him.

Superstition: There are so many. There are too many. Has to go out onto the ice last, has to have a butter and honey toasted sandwich before the game at 5:00 pm, has to do his stretches in a certain order, has to put on and sharpen his left skate first. Cannot even talk about the Cup without freaking out. Will wear the same gross hat until it literally reeks if they’re on a hot streak.

Warm Up Song: Doesn’t really have one.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Seriously!!! That is one serious goal!!” “That Black back-hander will kill a fella!”

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Finn O’Hara: (Harzy, Fish)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 17

Years In The League: 3. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 23. 6’0’’. Dark red hair, luscious and fluffy. White. Wavy. Light freckles. Brown eyes. Is a single eyebrow raiser. Habit of saluting. More on the slender side of muscle. Is a bit of a worry-wart. Super sarcastic.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New York, New York.

S/O: June Calder—sort of.

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Leo Knut and Olli Halla

Rooms With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Leo Knut

Injury: Two bad concussions in college.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He wanted it to be that he’s real fucking good in bed, but it’s that he likes eating grilled cheese with strawberry jam because his older brother, Alexander, used to make it for him all the time when they were kids.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably that one team dinner where Blizzard got drunk and tried to swim in a fountain. Or when he found out that Logan also got drafted to the Lions the year after him.

Superstition: Has to have a grilled cheese and strawberry jam before every game. Has to tape his own sticks on the bench. Has a handshake with Logan they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Hollaback Girl, Gwen Stefani

What the announcers say when he scores: “OOOOOOOO’HARA HOW DARA!! WHAT A GOAL!”

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Timmy Jones: (Timmers)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 62

Years In The League: 10. Went to Boston University

Previous Teams: New York Islanders

Description: 31. 6’1”. Black hair, braided, reaches his shoulders and he likes to tie it up sometimes, hazel eyes. Black. One of the most popular jerseys because he’s such a crowd pleaser always riling them up and talking to fans through the glass. He’s also one of the biggest Instagram users and is always posting really funny locker room videos.

Nationality: Canadian. Vancouver, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Olli Halla and William LeBlanc and Thomas Walker

Rooms With: Finn O’Hara

Lives With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Olli Halla

Injury: Fractured foot a few years ago.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kasey’s rival for best hair in the league. Famous for his crazy cellys

Favorite Moment On Team: Conference Finals! And when all the boys touch Moody’s leg for good luck.

Superstition: Has a lucky towel that no one is allowed to wash.

Warm Up Song: Where are Ü Now, Jack Ü, Skrillex, Justin Bieber

What the announcers say when he scores: Timmers strikes again!!

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Olli Halla: (Olli)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 5

Years In The League: 10, Undrafted.

Previous Teams: Winnipeg Jets.

Description: 6’2”. 32. Very, very blonde hair, nearly white. Pale blue eyes. Cute little nose. Cannot grow a beard to save his life. Total baby-face. Is sort of shy and awkward. What a sweetheart.

Nationality: Finish. Hometown: Helsinki, Finland.

S/O: Single.

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Elias Cook

Lives With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Timmy Jones

Injury: Concussion, twice. A few bruised ribs.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wins the pre-game team kick-around almost every time. Brings awareness to charities that contribute to doing research on the brain and brain injuries. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team welcomed him back from his pretty serious concussion (he missed nearly a year) by all wearing the number 5 out on the ice during warm ups.

Superstition: Wears his cross and says a small prayer after the national anthem. Also has to play in the kick-around.

Warm Up Song: Replay, Iyaz

What the announcers say when he scores: (G)oooooolllliiiii!

~

Brady Smith: (Smitty)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 92

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Washington Capitals

Description: 28, 6’3”. Black hair, blue eyes. Black. The sweetest person you will ever meet in your life. Is adored by all of the hockey wives and girlfriends. Can speak Spanish and (ofc) German. Has a tattoo he has on his back shoulder blade of the Stanley Cup which he won with the Washington Capitals. The cup says his wife and two kid’s names on it with room for more—this man loves his babies.

Nationality: German. Hometown: Berlin, Germany, where his mother is from, but moved to the Boston, MA when he was 15 years old—where his father is from.

S/O: Married to his wife Allison, and they’re expecting their third child. Their first is a boy named Max, their second a boy named Noah.

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Jackson Nadeau.

Lives With: His family

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evan Kane

Rooms With: Evan Kane

Injury: Frequently separates his shoulder :(

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He’s part of the Lions’ power play. Is actually a really good tattoo artist and has inked Kris Lavolie and Evgeni Kuznetsov. He gave Kris the date of his daughter’s birth, and he gave Evgeni a tiger on his left bicep.

Favorite Moment On Team: He really loved when Sirius became Captain. He felt a shift in their team’s drive.

Superstition: Has to read the note his son wrote him a few years ago.

Warm Up Song: Anything Drake

What the announcers say when he scores: Braaaddyyy Smith! What a goal!

~

Pascal Dumais: (Dumo)

Position: Center

Number: 9

Years In The League: 24, drafted first overall.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers, Colorado Avalanche.

Description: 41. 6’1’’. Brown hair, cut pretty short but brushes up at the front or superman curl.  White. Hazel/green eyes, dark eyelashes and brows. Scruffy beard always. Is the dad of the team. Well tell anyone who asks the hilarious stories of when Sirius lived with him.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Montreal.

S/O: Celeste Dumais, wife. And four children. Adele (13), Louis (10), Marc (9), and Katie (7).

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Sergei Ivanov.

Lives With: His wife and four kids—and Logan of course.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: No one, he enjoys the peace and quiet (not that anyone gives him any)

Injury: Broken wrist. Bruised ribs. Mild concussion. Lost too many teeth to count.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: The BIGGEST prankster on the team. Loves fine wine.

Favorite Moment On Team: Whenever the crowd chants “Duuummmooooo,” or the first time Sirius smiled.

Superstition: Slaps Sergei’s ass before they walk down the tunnel. No one knows why.

Warm Up Song: Eight Days A Week by The Beatles

What the announcers say when he scores: "Pascal Dumais everybody! One of the oldest in the league—he’s still got it!”

~

Logan Tremblay: (Tremzy, [Finn: Lo])

Position: Right Wing

Number: 10

Years In The League: 2. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 22. 5’9’’. Dark brown hair, long enough to be wavy and always wearing a snapback. Green eyes. Light freckles. White. Always sinfully tan. Really broad and strong. Those arms and chest muscles damn. Really dark, long eyelashes. Clean shaven. Really loud, always mildly grumpy. Flirts with EVERYTHING. 

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Rimouski, Quebec, Canada.

S/O: Single…..

Closest to on the team: Leo Knut, Finn O’Hara, and Pascal Dumais, Thomas Walker.

Lives With: Pascal Dumais

Rooms With: Leo Knut

Sits with on the bus/plane: Leo Knut

Injury: He broke a finger and a foot and frequently has black eyes from fights.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a fleur-de-lis necklace that he never takes off. Spends his summers in Nice, France where his mother is from. Bites his nails.

Favorite Moment On Team: Playing with Finn again.

Superstition: Says he isn’t superstitious but he is. Won’t touch the kick-around soccer ball before he decides to play. Has a handshake with Finn they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Scooorree!!! Oh, the tremble before Tremblay!”

~

Thomas Walker: (Talker, Walkie-Talkie)

Position: Defenseman —also an enforcer.

Number: 43

Years In The League: 8. University of Wisconsin.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 30, 6’2”. Short hair, brown eyes, one of the most ripped guys on the team. Black. Pierced ears, usually small gold hoops. Takes them out for play. The Lions organization does a segment with him called Walkie-Talkie where he goes around the locker room and interviews his team mates with funny questions.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Chicago, IL.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Adam Fox and Logan Tremblay.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Adam Fox.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Anyone who wants to CHAT.

Injury: Broken foot, some broken fingers.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He got his nickname Talker because he never shuts up on the ice. Starts a lot of fights. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Needs to take a three minute nap between periods. He puts a towel over his head right in his stall and literally falls asleep for three minutes. (James: it’s fucking weird”)

Warm Up Song: Top hits, just needs the background noise.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Goal!!! He just walks right up there, don’t he?”

~

Sergei Ivanov: (Vans)

Position: Defenseman 

Number: 55

Years In The League: 23, Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: Pittsburgh Penguins, Colorado Avalanche, Vegas Golden Knights.

Description: 40. 5’11”. Light brown-gray hair—was blonde, losing it at the front a little.  White. Really stern blue eyes that transform and crinkle when he smiles (but it’s hard to get a real smile out of him, and the boys feel really accomplished when they do).

Nationality: Russian. Hometown: Omsk.

S/O: Anya. They have three daughters: Aleandra (10), Evenlina (8), and Katya (7).

Closest to on the team: Kris Lavolie and Pascal Dumais and James Potter

Lives With: His wife and children.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kris Lavolie.

Injury: Shoulder injury

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves classical music

Favorite Moment On Team: One of his daughters was born the same night he got his first hat-trick. Some of the team came to the hospital with him.

Superstition: Stops at a Church on his way to the rink everyday for a few quiet moments.

Warm Up Song: He doesn’t have one, he prefers to talk to everyone instead.

What the announcers say when he scores: SERGEI SCORES!

~

Jackson Nadeau: (Nado)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 58

Years In The League: 8. Went to College but didn’t finish.

Previous Teams: Chicago Blackhawks 

Description: 26, 6’0”. Dark brown hair, chin length and straight, blue eyes. White. Is very laid back and a big flirt. Has cheek bones that could kill and a very stark scar running down one of them from a skate in the face.

Nationality: French Canadian. Victoria, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Brady Smith

Lives With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Rooms With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Injury: Skate to the face, other minor things.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Rival with Evgeni for most pick ups on the team. Has many tattoos—one full sleeve, working on the other.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably when Evgeni got traded, he found his best friend.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Evgeni.

Warm Up Song: He won’t tell you up front but Hamilton.

What the announcers say when he scores: Rapidly repeating “Nadeau, Nadeau, Nadeau!!!”

~

Evgeni Kuznetsov: (Kuny)

Position: Center. Enforcer.

Number: 86

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Anaheim Ducks, Calgary Flames, Buffalo Sabres.

Description: 27. 6’4”. Short cropped light brown hair and puppy-dog brown eyes. Has a slightly chipped front left tooth. White. Very heavy Russian accent, doesn’t speak perfect English and uses this fact to get out of interviews. Is very charming. Literally a giant.

Nationality: Russian. Magnitogorsk, Russia. 

S/O: Single and ready to mingle—or already does mingle. Excessively.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Jackson Nadeau

Lives With: Jackson Nadeau 

Rooms With: Jackson Nadeau

Sits with on the bus/plane: Jackson Nadeau

Injury: Had to have knee surgery.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will tell you he has the most pick-ups on the team, but it might be Nado. He’s always making jokes in Russian that basically only Sergei and Henrik can understand and Sergei just rolls his eyes while Henrik laughs.

Favorite Moment On Team: He loves team dinners, just hanging out with the guys.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Jackson.

Warm Up Song: BLASTS Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: THE RUSSIAN BEAR STRIKES AGAIN!

~

Evan Kane: (Kaner)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 51

Years In The League: Two. Went to College at Boston University.

Previous Teams: Calgary Flames.

Description: 23. 5’11”. Tan skin with freckles and brown eyes, black, short hair. Hispanic. Super strong and holds lots of team workout records. The brightest smile. Eyebrows on point. Loves to read, was an English major at school.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: His girlfriend, Caroline Hall.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Elias Cook, and Leo Knut

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Brady Smith

Sits with on the bus/plane: Brady Smith

Injury: Nothing major up to date.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wicked fast. One of the fastest in the League.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably meeting Pascal Dumais. He’s looked up to his playing style for a long time.

Superstition: Tapes his own sticks, sharpens his own skates.

Warm Up Song: Eminem

What the announcers say when he scores: “Yes he Kane!!!”

~

Adam Fox: (Foxy, Sexy)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 32.

Years In The League: 19. Drafted.

Previous Teams: New York Islanders.

Description: 36. 6’2”. White. Light brown hair that pushes up at the front and is shaved close at the sides. Blue eyes that will kill you. 

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA. 

S/O: Girlfriend, Lucìa Perez.

Closest to on the team: Thomas Walker and Sirius Black

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Thomas Walker

Sits with on the bus/plane: Elias Cook

Injury: Nothing too serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Is constantly made fun of for being the prettiest. Ever.

Favorite Moment On Team: Bringing his girlfriend to her first game.

Superstition: Stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: They boys will tell you it’s SexyBack but it’s actually just heavy metal.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A foxy goal!!”

~

Henrik Sunqvist: (Sunny, Sunshine)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 33

Years In The League: 10. Played in the Swedish league for a while.

Previous Teams: None in the NHL.

Description: 39. 5’11”. Blond hair, cut short, pale blue eyes, white. Warmest smile you’ve ever seen. 

Nationality: Swedish. Hometown: Uppsala.

S/O: Linnea Sunqvist, his wife and their daughter and son, Maja (10) and Hugo (11).

Closest to on the team: Evander Bell

Lives With: His wife and family.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone with a nice audiobook sometimes.

Injury: Nothing major, a few minor concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Almost never fights, but when he does…ouch. Can speak French and Russian.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he gets to morning practice and has coffee with the boys.

Superstition: Has to do a few somersaults in the locker room—we don’t know why.

Warm Up Song: Russian rap—no one knows why/how he knows Russian so well.

What the announcers say when he scores: “The sun is shining on Sunqvist!"

~

Elias Cook: (Cookie, Crock-pot) 

Position: Left Wing

Number: 29

Years In The League: 7. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Toronto Maple Leafs

Description: 25. 5’11”. Hazel eyes, Black hair, baby curls so cute we love the curls. 

Nationality: Canadian. Toronto.

S/O: Fiancee, Jamie Barrow.

Closest to on the team: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Jamie.

Rooms With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Adam Fox

Injury:

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves spicy food. Once made Sirius cry by daring him to eat some really spicy dish.

Favorite Moment On Team: Listening to ABBA in the locker room.

Superstition: Does a few laps around the hallways. The press love to try to catch him for interviews while he’s doing this.

Warm Up Song: iSpy, KYLE and Lil Yachty

What the announcers say when he scores: “The stove is HOT for Cook tonight!”

~

William LeBlanc: (Bluey)

Position: Center

Number: 44

Years In The League: 3. Drafted.

Previous Teams: SKA Saint Petersburg.

Description: 24 6′1″. Brown hair, wavy, green eyes. White. Goes to Russia during his summers.

Nationality: French Canadian. Sherbrooke. 

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Tyler Wright, Sirius Black.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Kris Lavolie

Sits with on the bus/plane: Tyler Wright

Injury: Concussion.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Never learned Russian well, despite playing in the KHL. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Has to touch all the boys’ names above their stalls

Warm Up Song: Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: LeGOALLLLL

~

Evander Bell: (Ringer)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 21

Years In The League: 15. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Bruins, Red Wings.

Description: 33. 6’3”. Sandy blond hair and brown eyes. White. Pretty shy, but really kind. Laughs really loudly which then makes himself blush.

Nationality: American. Hometown: L.A.

S/O: His fiancee, Emily.

Closest to on the team: Henrik Sunqvist

Lives With: Emily and his son, Xavier.

Rooms With: None

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone, besides joining the card game.

Injury: Broken wrist.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Can play the guitar and the piano. Is one of the team’s biggest You Can Play ambassadors (Pascal and Sergei are the other two most active). Always goes to the Gryffindor pride parade.

Favorite Moment On Team: The entire locker room singing We Are Never Getting Back Together. Beginning to see hearts on the glass at the team’s You Can Play Night.

Superstition: Wears the same hat and socks. 

Warm Up Song: Taylor Swift. 

What the announcers say when he scores: “A dead Ringer from Evander Bell!”

~

Kris Lavolie: (Volley)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 11

Years In The League: 3. Went to University of Michigan.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 24, 6’1”. Dark hair that’s straight and falls to about his chin, brown eyes. White. Broadly built. Kind and a really good listener.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Quebec City.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Sergei Ivanov

Lives With: His daughter, Aveline.

Rooms With: William LeBlanc

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sergei Ivanov

Injury: Broken rib.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kris is a single dad. One of his best friends, Lee, she takes care of his baby girl who is four now while he’s on the road. Sometimes she gets to go stay with Sergei’s family, too. Sergei helps him so much, and he’s thankful for him <3. His daughter’s name is Aveline and he will do ANYTHING for her.

Favorite Moment On Team: Taking his daughter to the Lions’ family skate for the first time.

Superstition: Talk to/call his daughter before every game.

Warm Up Song: XO, Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he scores: “La gooaaaaallll by Lavolie!!”

~

Tyler Wright: (Wrangler)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 8

Years In The League: 

Previous Teams:

Description: 27. 6’2”. Hair that is shoulder length, really dark brown. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Has a bit of a temper on the ice, but is a sweetheart otherwise. Ironically doesn’t like fighting.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Minnesota, Minneapolis.

S/O: His girlfriend, Elsa, who lives in Sweden and is a professional football/soccer player.

Closest to on the team: William LeBlanc

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: William LeBlanc

Injury: Nothing serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has four dachshunds named Puck, Deke, Gordie, and Stanley.

Favorite Moment On Team: Like many, when Kasey jumped into that fountain. “It was just so fuckin’ out of character, you know?”

Superstition: Has to participate in the kick around, and has to kick the ball last with his right foot.

Warm Up Song: Royals, Lorde.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Wright in the net!”

~

Kasey Winter: (Kase, Blizzard)

Position: Goalie

Number: 30

Years In The League: 8 years. Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers.

Description: 26. 6’2’’. Light brown hair down to his shoulders. Known for being the most beautiful hair in the league. Softest brown eyes that psych shooters out. Grows a really gorgeous beard whenever the fuck he wants. 

Nationality: Canadian. Home town: Ontario, Canada.

S/O: Girlfriend, Natalie Darcy

Closest to on the team: Elias Cook and Kris Lavolie

Lives With: His girlfriend, Natalie.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Finn O’Hara

Injury: Torn hamstring.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will have his girlfriend braid his hair for practice sometimes. (“You can say what you want, but keeps it out of my face. Good old boxer braids. It’s where it’s at.”)

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team got to the Conference Finals seven years ago.

Superstition: Has to do stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: Wasabi by Little Mix (Thanks, Natalie)

What the announcers say when he makes a safe: “The Blizzard is blinding!” “It’s a squall!”

~

Leo Knut: (Nut, Knutty, Peanut, Peanut-butter)

Position: Goalie

Number: 1

Years In The League: His rookie season, so almost one. No college.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 18. 6’3’’. Dark blond Hair, pretty wavy and falls over his forehead. Blue eyes. Button nose. Blond eyelashes. Cannot grow a beard to save his life.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.

S/O: None….;)

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Finn O’Hara and Evan Kane

Lives With: Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Logan Tremblay

Sits with on the bus/plane: Logan Tremblay

Injury: Nothing major.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a small gray-streaked patch of hair by the front of his head from hitting his head really hard when he was little.

Favorite Moment On Team: Well, the first moment he felt most at home was when the rest of the boys started imitating his accent. Logan is the worst at it, but he does it the most.

Superstition: Not very superstitious…yet.

Warm Up Song: Violet, Bad Suns and Love On Top by Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he saves a puck: “Another nuts save for Knut!” “We’re nuts about Knut!” “Right in the nuts!”

[laysdimplesareillegal]

EXO Going on Vacation

Sehun: “Hyung! If we call in and answer this question right. we win free plan tickets. Aka suho won them and sehun claimed them

Suho: works for his vacation. wants a balance of fun and play

Baekhyun: gets a sugar daddy works at a resort so every day is vacation. Then realized he has to work can can’t just “work” on his tan

Chanyeol: is the sugar daddy got roped into baekhyun’s scheme. Didn’t know he would actually have to work either

Kyungsoo: comes across a lottery ticket and gives it to one of the members thinking it’s a loser

Kai: was given the lottery ticket from kyungsoo n he took kyungsoo with him

Luhan: had everything gifted to him like a true pretty boy

Xiumin: wins the lottery

Tao: had someone else pay for it, probably started a go fund me

Chen: hopped on Xiumin’s coattails

Yixing: no vacation all work😔 makes his own vacation, no one can deny him. He probably snuck away during a shoot honestly

Kris: probably didn’t know anyone was goin on vacation n got left at home. (An introvert’s heaven)

[tornsurvivors]

[ BASIC INFORMATION ]

NAME:  Isabel Josephine Hart ALIAS:  Abel, or Hart. AGE: (verse dependent).   DOB: April 30th, 1990. GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/her ORIENTATION: Lesbian SPECIES: Human, turned immortal.

[ PHYSICAL ]

HEIGHT: 6 ft. SKIN: Fair, sometimes tanned. EYES: Ocean blue HAIR: Blonde, usually short. FEATURES: Prominent jawline, androgynous. TATTOOS: Zodiac sign above her right ankle (Taurus) with the words in the circle part of it reading, veni vidi vici. SCARS: (pre-immortal life) two from accidents during her childhood years and explosives shrapnel wounds  from her last tour in Afghanistan. (immortal life) None... they all vanished, and Isabel despises it because they were reminders of how human she was.  FACECLAIM: Mackenzie Davis

[ HEALTH AND EDUCATION ]

EDUCATION: High school & college graduate. HEALTH STATUS: Immortal. WEAPONS: Restored viking claymore sword gifted to her by Esme. Usually improvises with whatever she can find during a fight. Has a liking for other melee weapons as well, such as a sledgehammer or one-handed swords. Has vast experience with firearms. SKILLS: CQC, ability to see and sense the paranormal / supernatural. ILLNESSES: None. PHYSICAL STRENGTHS: Superhuman strength. High tolerance to pain, and rapid healing / regeneration. PHYSICAL WEAKNESSES: Can be disabled / disorientated temporarily after dying, the duration depends on how severe the death was.

[ RELATIONSHIPS ]

FATHER: Jackson (alive) MOTHER: Lucy (alive) SIBLINGS: younger deaf sister, Kristina. (alive) PETS: childhood dog, golden retriever named Mackie. (in doggo heaven now).

[ HISTORY ]

HOMETOWN: Nags Head, NC. CURRENT LOCATION: Depends on verse. She’s constantly on the move with the other immortals. In a verse, she’s living with Mary-sue in an apartment and another verse, she’s room mates with Isabella.  PREVIOUS JOBS: Combat soldier and federal agent. CURRENT JOBS: Saving humanity and the world with the other immortals.

[ PSYCHE ]

POSITIVE TRAIT: Loyal, passionate, protective. NEGATIVE TRAIT: Stubborn LIKES: Dogs, women, cream sodas. DISLIKES: Evil spirits, assholes, dying. HOBBIES: working out, helping people, traveling, reading.

[HISTORY] 𝑳 𝑰 𝑭 𝑬     𝑩 𝑬 𝑭 𝑶 𝑹 𝑬     𝑫 𝑬 𝑨 𝑻 𝑯

April 30th, 1990 — Jackson & Lucy gives birth to Isabel Josephine Hart in Nags Head, North Carolina. Named after two of her great grandmothers.

Isabel was always an energetic, and adventurous kid. She loved to go outside to play. Or explore around her neighborhood with the family dog and her loyal guardian,  a golden retriever named Mackie. She was the type of girl you could easily become good friends with, she was very friendly and had a healthy sense of humor. Never was shy. After her younger sister, Kristina, was born — they were always playing together outside. Their other favorite things to do together as kids were playing on the super nintendo, board games and watch Disney movies. As they grew older, they would often take road trips to the beach together. Isabel was extremely protective of Kris, especially more so after finding out she’s deaf. Isabel started learning sign language ( ASL ) with her parents at the age of six, when Kristina was one year old. She was very passionate about the language, and helping deaf people that she joined the ASL club when she was in high school. Her first choice in profession for her future was an interpreter for the deaf / hard of hearing programs at elementary schools. But she was more so inspired by her father’s dedication to his work as an EMT, and the passion of helping or saving lives. Instead, Isabel decided to join the army when she was twenty-four after finishing college. Five years later, a life-threatening moment hit Isabel pretty hard… she and her squad were ambushed by a group of terrorists outside of a small town. A high number of innocents were also slain. It was the first biggest turning point in her life.  It shook her, and scarred her to the point where she decided to take a leave to return home to the United States. She refused to give up on her passion to help and protect people though, so she became a federal agent. Could’ve chosen to be an interpreter by then, but it was just what she knew the best.

𝑨 𝑵 𝑫     𝑻 𝑯 𝑬 𝑵     𝑫 𝑬 𝑨 𝑻 𝑯     𝑷 𝑳 𝑨 𝒀 𝑬 𝑫     𝑯 𝑬 𝑹 …

One of her biggest cases working with the agency was going undercover as a bodyguard for one of the deadliest Cartels in New Mexico. She spent nearly three months working with them, while trying to extract high value intel that could help expose them, and dismantle them for good. Unfortunately, just when she gets her hands on some worthy intel… they found out who she was. A rat gave her away.  They set up a meeting outside of their territory on July 15th, 2020. And asked her to come along — they shot her four times square in the chest. One pierced her heart.

As she laid there, bleeding out and rapidly becoming acquainted with death — all she thought about in her final moments was the regret of accepting this case, and leaving some things unsaid between her and her lover, and family. Her final thought was the memory of her baby sister.

But then death played her. When she opened her eyes and saw the sky again, she wondered if it had all been just a nightmare. Especially with strange visions she’d seen after everything faded to black. Five unfamiliar faces, but she somehow felt a connection to them. She sat up, and checked her chest. Her blood was there, but the bullet holes were not. The bullets were on the ground by her. Apparently God had other plans for her. It wasn’t till two days later, when she was approached by Nile Freeman — one of the faces she’d seen in that vision, that it was revealed she had become one of them. An immortal.

The price that came attached to it, was the permanent loss of her family. She wasn’t allowed to go home to them, because they wouldn’t understand. It was too risky to give her status away. Isabel despised her new life. But it didn’t stop her from doing what she loved, helping & protecting people. Humanity. The one thing she accepted about the immortals. They aimed to erase evil from the world, and do more good that it needed.

[boba-xing]

Dawning {Chapter 2}

Fem!Reader x Mafia!EXO (OT12)

Warnings: vague mentions of violence

-

Your woken by a soft shaking, and as you blink your eyes open to the light you see a very beautiful face in front of you. Although startled you find a strange sense of comfort in the stranger who swiftly brushes some hair out of your face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He chuckles a little, clearly admiring your face.

You respond with a small whine.

"It's time to get up, princess." He coos, gently pulling the duvet away from your face and helping you sit up. It takes you a moment to register what's happening and you smile when you see the man in front of you properly.

"Pretty." You push back your hair before reaching for his face, he just smiles in response, letting you cup his cheeks for a moment before you pull away.

"I'm Luhan." He looks at you with pure heart eyes, admiration in his voice, "And you're adorable."

Now it's your turn to blush, hiding your face in your hands.

"Don't be shy." He giggles, taking one of your hands into his, "Do you want to come and get some breakfast, beautiful?"

"Breakfast?" You blink at him,

"Kyungsoo made some pancakes, he thought you would like some." Luhan helps you out of the bed, "I know you don't normally have it but we need to put some meat on those bones."

You nod vaguely at him, still a little dozy.

He leads you down the corridor and to the dining room. "The others are quite busy, so it's just you and me for now."

"Okay." You sit down next to him, taking a plate of pancakes from him happily. You'd only had Chinese pancakes before (a birthday dish a few years back), and you didn't really like them. But these ones looked different...thicker.

Luhan realises your fascination with the pancakes and chuckles, "They're an American recipe, I think."

You nod and hesitantly take a bite.

"Here." Luhan pours a good amount of golden syrup over the pancake and gestures for you to try it again. So you do, and it's good.

"I like it."

You both sit there eating in silence for a while before a question pops into your head. "Is Suho your boss?"

Luhan looks up at your sudden speech, "Well, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"He's the leader of our group, but he makes decisions with Xiumin, Yixing, Kris and me. And, of course, he listens to everyone."

"What do you mean by 'group'? Are you brothers or...?"

"We're a mixture of half brothers and friends." He explains, "It's quite complicated."

You pause for a moment, "Why are you letting me stay with you?"

"You have a lot of questions, don't you, princess?" he laughs softly, "Well, we've known your family for a long time and we owe your father, so looking after you is a form of repayment."

"Owe him what?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that." He frowns,

"How many of you are there?" You put your cutlery down and prop your head up with your hands,

"Men? Twelve including myself."

"That's a lot."

"I know, princess, but don't be intimidated." He smiles, “We’re all softies, even Xiumin.”

“He looks like a cat.” You giggle, 

“Yes, yes he does!” Luhan laughs, “You’re so cute!”

You feel warmth in your cheeks and your chest buzzes with a strange feeling. Is this pretty man really able to protect you?

“Luha-”

“-just call me oppa.” he smiles,

“Oppa,” you correct yourself, looking over to the window, “What’s it like out there?”

He follows your gaze for a moment, a frown forming on his lips as he looks back at you for a second. You look back at him as he stands up, taking your hand in his as he guides you through the house, “Let me show you.”

You soon enter a games room with large glass doors opening into an outside pool area. Luhan pulls the glass door open and you sigh as fresh air fills your lungs, a sweet flowery aroma along with it.

Walking across the tiles, you both reach grass - soft and blindingly green. Unlike Luhan you aren’t wearing shoes, and you enjoy the feeling of barefoot on the ground. “Do you like it?”

Coming to a halt, you observe the mass of grass around you, the clear blue sky, the light summer breeze. The acre of land is surrounded by a spiky mental fence well-hidden by decorative bushes and flowering plants of various colours and scents. You feel free and...safe, with Luhan holding your hand in his.

“This is incredible.” You smile,

He smiles too, watching the happiness on your face with adoration, “But listen, princess, you can’t leave this property.”

You turn to him with a frown.

“Not everywhere is safe and pretty like this, okay? Outside of this home, people want to hurt you, people want to take advantage of you. If you go out there, someone might take you - and then you’ll end up locked up again, how your life was before now, but worse.” He rubs his thumb over your fingers, before bending down to capture your face in his hands, “Promise me you won’t leave this house without one of us.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

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When you got back inside you found several more men at the table, eating more pancakes than you could count and hardly even glancing up at you...except for one.

The handsome, tan man smiles at you from the other side of the table, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Kai.” Luhan seems to send the man a glare before sitting you back down, “Beware of Kai, he’s a bit of a flirt.”

You nod. 

“I thought that today you might like to have a lazy day, spend some time with the boys and get to know them.” Luhan smiles, carefully brushing a hair away from your face, “Is that okay, princess?”

“Yes.” You’re not entirely sure why you keep being called pet names, but every time Luhan calls you princess your heart thuds in your chest and you get this weird tingling feeling. 

“I know you’re shy but you don’t have to be nervous, okay?” he squeezes your cheek, “You’re adorable and they’re all going to love you.”

Your sweet little conversation is disturbed by a sudden yelling from the other end of the table, and as you look over you see Kai and a taller, lanky boy jumping at each other. Before you know what’s happening you’re ushered behind Luhan and observing a full on fist fight in the dining room. You gasp as Kai flings the other man onto the table, smashing several plates and throwing cutlery everywhere. You’re confused why Luhan isn’t intervening but it all becomes clear when an angry looking cat man storms in. “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

Both of the men freeze and you let out a small, rather embarrassing, whimper at the shouting. Thankfully Luhan is the only one who hears and gently wraps his arms around your frame, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I’m trying to work and I have you two baffoons making a racket out here? Pull yourselves together!” you bury your head in Luhan’s chest, comforted by his fingers running through your hair. “We have a guest and you start fighting in front of her? What are you...infants? Both of you, my office. Now.”

You hear some scrabbling and then the room is silent.

“Is she okay?” you hear a familiar voice in the room and pull away from Luhan. 

It’s Kris.

After seeing your face he comes rushing over, hugging you in his arms, “I’m sorry about them, sweetheart, they don’t know how to behave. But don’t worry, Xiumin will sort them out.”

“He’s not going to hurt them, right?” you glance at Luhan,

“No, of course not.” he answers, “Now, why don’t we go and get you changed?”

You nod at Kris, letting him take your hand and guide you away.

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

I Am An Alpha Ch 27: Time To Relax

Hi lovelies I’m sorry this took me so long! I really tired to write the smut but it didn’t sound right so I just did the build and you can insinuate where it goes😉

“How did your talk go?” Kyungsoo wonders as he wraps me up in a blanket on the couch. He cuddles in close on my left side while an angry looking Jongin appears on my right. “Did you guys figure out how your brothers are alive?”

“We assume that they somehow snuck passed the soldiers patrolling the boarder of my village, nothing other than that. They were just lucky. Have they reached out at all?”

Suho shakes his head, “Nothing so far but it hasn’t been very long. Did you think about how you wanted to handle this?”

“Eh kind of,” I mumble awkwardly, “we definitely figured out a few different things we could do. Did you guys put any thought into it?”

“About the same, but these are your brothers Insoo, whatever we decide to do is completely up to you.”

“Are you serious?”

They all nod, “Of course, we wouldn’t make any decisions about something like this without you.”

Kyungsoo brushes a curl out of my face, “What were some of the options you guys came up with?”

“There is the obvious one of figuring everything out and maybe fixing all of the problems we had when we were younger so we can focus on our futures. Or we could just pretend that we never saw them and continue on with our lives.”

“Those are our options?” Jongin grimaces, earning a love tap from Suho.

My brows raise at that, “What did you guys think up?” Jongin’s mouth opens to respond but snaps it closed when Kris glowers at him. I look from one to the other then to my other mates, noticing the tension in the room. “What am I missing?”

No says anything.

I glare at their head alpha, “Hyung?”

He clicks his tongue, “Jongin why did you have to go and say something?”

“Did you tell him not to tell me something? What the hell? Jongin,” I look to the younger again and take his hands in mine, “What were you going to tell me?”

“Soo, I don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“You are going to be in trouble if you aren’t honest with me!”

Jongin grimaces, he gives Suho a pleading look but the older shakes his head, “You dug yourself this hole.”

“Our back up plan if they caused to much trouble was to just… kill them?”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. I start wheezing, clutching my chest to catch my breath, unable control myself at the moment. “And you guys were worried I would be what? Offended?”

“I mean yea, they’re your brothers.”

“They are strangers,” I correct. ”My pack and I already came to the same conclusion, you guys aren’t the only ones who are quick to jump to the easiest solution.”

“Thank god,” The tan man relaxes with a shy smile.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” I praise, giving him a tight hug. “Now for the rest of you, do we need to have a talk about honesty?”

Baekhyun is quick to speak up, “We just didn’t want to upset you. Sorry Soo, you aren’t really mad, are you?”

“I’m more insulted than anything that you guys didn’t think I could handle this. I thought we were passed this whole walking on eggshells thing.”

“We are!” They shout together.

“Than prove it! You all need to be honest with me all the time, especially in this situation. I’m not fragile, I’m trusting you guys to not hide things from me just because you are scared of how I’ll handle it, okay?”

All twelve nod eagerly, Chanyeol and Baekhyun rush forward to me gushing apologies.

I place a single finger on both of their lips, hushing them, “I forgive you all so you can stop with the apologies. Let’s focus on these assholes we are going to have to deal with now.”

“We will deal with them when they call,” Kris insists.

“But-“

“No buts. You have had a very long and eventful day, you need some rest before we take this on, we all do.”

I deflate, knowing there is no real point in arguing. I’m sure their at they need a moment of peace more than me. As a deep breath leaves me my body suddenly sinks into the couch with exhaustion. ”I guess I could go for a nap.”

“You can take a nap with me little wolf,” Minseok answers immediately. He is on his feet, hand extended towards me.

As expected Tao jumps up, “Why do you get to take her?”

To my surprise the sweet man turns a terrifying glare on to his younger sibling, “I understand your rut is still lingering but today has been stressful. Let’s not add a fight to this, understand?”

No one questions the soft but dominant man. He looks back to me, his eyes become gentle once again, “Up, up, little wolf.”

I find myself obeying without a thought, allowing him to pull me into his arms, scooping me off my feet as if I weigh nothing.

“Wait a second.”

Minseok pauses as we reach the base of the stairs, he looks over his shoulder at Kyungsoo, “What?”

“She hasn’t eaten yet.”

The oldest thinks for a minute before nodding, “Bring it to my room. Just come in whenever it’s ready.” With that done he continues on his way up the stairs to his room. The door opens, revealing what I’ve grown to expect from these men, modern furniture with muted color palette. His color of choice is shades of gray. “Do you need to use the restroom before you lay down?”

I shake my head, feeling weirdly shy for the first time in awhile. He sets me down on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on in front of my to untie my new boots and set them aside.

“How are you feeling?” Minseok asks on the is done, but he stays there on his knees in front of me.

“Tired,” I shrug unsure of myself, “I guess.”

“I can see your eyes getting a little droopy but the rest of you is still tense, can I help you relax?”

“How?”

Long gentle fingers glide across the bottom of my foot, his nails are barely there but the sensation sends a tingling feeling right up my leg forcing my toes to curl.

“How did that feel?”

“Good,” my mind flashes back to the first time we met and he did something similar, “You must have magic hands.”

“I’m happy you think so. How about we take off some of these layers so I can help you relax a bit more?”

I nod, allowing him to remove my sweat pants and sweatshirt, leaving me in just a t shirt and spandex shorts. With that set aside he gets back to work on trying his best to relax me. I watch as his fingers go up my cage and back down again, his eyes flick up from his handy work to my eyes then back again to make sure I’m actually enjoying it. And I am, more than I probably should if I’m being honest. I’ve never had a proper massage, even though I’ve been in desperate need of one most of my life. Part of me is thankful that I never had one, it would be far too embarrassing to react like this to someone that is not my mate. My body is tingling. I resist the urge to just lay back and enjoy, seeing him kneeling in front of me does more than it should to my omega.

“Talk to me Insoo,” He quietly requets, “I haven’t been as blessed as my brothers to hear your voice as them.” His hands reach my thighs, each hand working it’s magic.

Instead of an answer, all I can let out is a whimper. It feels so good. His thumbs move in small circles, digging into the muscles and slowly opening my legs with each movement of his hands.

“That sound was very pretty but wasn’t what I was expecting. How about you tell me about my brothers?”

His brothers? At a moment like this where I probably can’t think of my own god damn name. He’s just being mean!

“How about Kyungsoo? What do you think about him?”

My eyelids flutter close once his fingers reaches only inches away from my most sensitive area. Kyungsoo. “He smells so good,” I mumble out. Images of him pop into my head, his smile drawing all of my attention. I find myself grinning at just the though lot of those full lips, my body has a bad habit of responding on its own when it comes to him. My thighs rub together, Minseok raises his brws at that.

“Does just his smell so that to you?” The man teases as he gently guides my legs back open. My eyes snap back open when his lips connect with my inner thigh. He freezes there, lips flush with my skin where my shorts end. “Or were you thinking of something else?”

I can’t help but admit it, “His mouth…”

My face is on fire, I resist the urge to cover my face when a rush of pheromones leave me. He smells it immediately, his pupils grow massive, his grip on me tightens, keeping me from shutting my legs again. “Did you hear that brother?”

I snap my eyes toward the now open door, Kyungsoo is there with a tray of food in his hands, fangs poking into his lips.

Minseok grins, “How about you put the tray down and help our little wolf relax? As much as she likes my hands, I think she would prefer your mouth, right Insoo?”

“Hyung don’t force her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with!” The younger snaps.

“I would never,” Minseok snarls in return. He looks back up at me, all playfulness gone, “You can tell me to stop little wolf whenever you want, you know that right? Are you uncomfortable at all? Do you want me to stop?”

My head shakes no before I can ever think. My insides are aching for attention now, even I can smell my own arousal.

“Satisfied? Now are you going to come over here or are you going to be a stick in the mud?”

I expect him to leave from the stern look on his face but instead he slams the tray down on the dresser to the left of the door and stomps over. “Move.”

“Someone is feeling bossy. Let’s make sure everyone is comfortable.” The older man takes charge of the situation, joining me on the bed and pulling me towards the head board. Leaning against the head board he drags me in between his legs, his chest flushed to my back. One arms circles around my waist while the other separates my knees that I had pulled to my chest. “We have to make room for Kyungsoo,” He tells me as he guides my legs wide open and urges my knees to lower. “There we go love,” His words flutter across my neck making me shiver. “Comfy?”

All I can do is mumble out a quiet yes.

“Should we let Kyungsoo join us?”

I nod.

“You heard her, come on.”

And he does. He crawls on to the bed, eyes fixated on me, I gulp. My heart starts racing as he reaches me, he kneels between my legs, rough hands glide up my cafes to my thighs and back again.

“Are you two just going to stare at each other or are you going to give her a kiss?”

Kyungsoo looks past me to his brother, “Shut up.”

“I wouldn’t have to help with anything if you wouldn’t keep wasting time.”

I groan, “Can you both just stop before I go to handle this myself?”

Both pairs of hands on me tighten, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then do something Hyungs!”

Minseok laughs in my ear, “So demanding now. I love it. For now, let’s drop the whole Hyung thing, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Come on,” He urges, “I wanna hear you say it.”

I grin devilishly, “Make me.”

“Better get to work brother before I do.”

Without a word Kyungsoo leans back down to place a few kisses on my inner thigh, first the left then the right.

“Are you ready little wolf?”

“Yes please.”

[respawnstory]

    Summer was a great time for us. Not due to being out of school or the weather being warm enough for us to swim, but rather that both of our birthdays being in the first two months.     Calvin’s birthday was June eleventh, today.     Streamers hung from the ceiling all over the living room with a banner hanging before the kitchen area that read “Happy birthday Calvin!” in big, bubble letters. Calvin had had friends from school over earlier for a party. Plates and cups with remnants of the food and drinks that they had were on both the dining table and the coffee table. There was gift wrapping paper littering the living room floor with a large empty box labeled “Telescope” that our dad had gotten him. That would be fun for me to clean later. He had saved up for four months to buy him such a thing, but I guess nothing was too good for his perfect little son. I had been forced to save up for a little portable radio for him. Currently, Calvin was sitting out on the balcony, listening to the radio and looking through the telescope.     For now, my father and I sat at the table with a half eaten cake, playing a one on one game of blackjack.     “Hey, Kris,” My dad started, “Go check on him, see if he wants to play too.”     Sigh and get up, I guess this day was all about Calvin so I could deal with it. My feet brush past the abundance of wrapping paper on the floor as I make my way to the balcony. He seemed so focused on whatever he was looking at through it.     I place a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump a bit.     “Hey man, dad wants to know if you wanna play blackjack with us.”     “Nah, the next report on that planet is coming in soon!” He has a big smile on his face.     “What’s so special about a silly planet?” Oops, shouldn’t have said that, his smile turns to a pout.     “Haven’t you been listening to all the reports and stuff? It isn’t orbiting anything and it straight up looks like it’s being controlled! And they think there could be life on it!” His eyes sparkle, “don’t you think that’s really really cool?!”     “They’re probably just trying to hype people up, it’s probably just nothing”     “No!! I can see it! It looks like there’s life or something! Just look!” He scoots over, motioning for me to look through the scope.     I move over, looking through it     “You better not bump it! I’ve got it set perfectly!”     “I’m not gonna bump it!” I reply, slightly annoyed.     Through the telescope I see a planet, it was quite blurry so I could only assume it was really really far away.     “Well? What do you think?” He said. As I look out, I see a big goofy smile on his face.     “What do you think?”     “I think it’s really really cool! I they’re saying it’s going to miss us by a long shot but like,” He pulls out a notebook, flipping over to a page with with drawings of the planet, along with a lot of weird trajectory stuff, “It looks like its gonna get really close! Kris!” His eyes sparkle. “What if there are aliens! What if the whole things like a ship and they visit and stuff!” He bounces in place, practically vibrating with excitement.     “That sounds pretty cool man” I smile, I figure he and his conspiracy theory friends had come up with all of that. It was possible there was life on the planet, but it was very unlikely it was any intelligent life. It’s probably just some rogue planet and we’re lucky it isn’t on a collision course with our own planet.     I sit back from the telescope, feeling the warm outside air in front and the cold air of our air conditioning on my back, mixing to make something that was honestly quite comfortable.     Despite the warm air, Calvin still wore a large winter jacket. Though if you looked at the two of us side by side, you’d think that it was I who needed the jacket. Our body types contrasted similarly to the air that we currently felt before and behind us.     Calvin scooted towards me, obviously wanting to look through the scope again. I move over due to his silent request, and sit close to the radio. Our dad would just have to wait for me to get back in later if he wanted to play.     After a few more minutes of commercials, the radio station that Calvin was listening to came back to its main content. The station wasn’t the clearest, but hey, what were you gonna do in our day and age.         “Tonight on NYSN, we have a very special report on the rogue planet: TARPT-R5F. Our sources have been following the irrational trajectory of this planet for the past seven years and we are still unsure of what causes it to accelerate and decelerate as it does. However, through observations, the planet seems to be in a tidal-locked state despite not orbiting any known object.         On the subject of theorized existence of flora and fauna on the planet, supported by the blotchy green and tan surface and what we can only assume to be two large oceans, our sources have come to the conclusion that there is a high probability of intelligent life on the TARPT-R5F. Furthermore, there is continued investigation on what the odd corona around the planet seems to be.         As the planet gets closer to entering our solar system, our knowledge on the planet only expands more and more, and we will continue to update the people on any further discoveries.”     Calvin was squirming with happiness next to me. “Kris! There might be aliens!!! Oh my god aliens!” He said, getting up and running inside.     “Aliens dad! Did you hear that! Aliens!”     We were gonna be hearing about this for the next few weeks, if not months.

[mybiasisexo]

Target

Genre: Angst | Mafia!au

Pairing: None

Length: 3.5k

Warning: Language | Violence | Unfinished | OC | 1st Person

Summary: A year after her last mission, Dragen has a lot to prove to both her company and herself, but when she begins to grow closer to her next target, she realizes she might be a little too soft for her current career....

Author’s Note: Started this in like 2014 I believe and this is all I wrote, probably won’t ever finish it, but you know how it issss.

MASTERLIST

Work:

Chen and I are standing outside a deserted brick building in downtown next to an equally deserted train track.

“You think you’re so brave,” Chen chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I am,” I say, smirking.

“Then prove it.”

Now I’m the one to roll my eyes, “you’re such a troll.” 

A knowing smile grows across my face as I pull out the sleek glock 22 from inside my jacket and cock the gun. When it is ready, I place the barrel in my mouth.

Chen starts laughing before growing serious as he grasps the grip, placing his index finger confidently onto the trigger.

“What are you going to do now, Dragen?” He asks me gravelly, but I spot a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

In reply, I pull my lips back, flashing him my pearly teeth, with a few gold teeth as well.

At that moment, a black van pulls up and a shorter dark haired man walks out of the driver’s side.

“Alright, guys. That’s enough,” he orders, and Chen laughs again as I pull away from the lethal weapon, wiping the saliva that had started to drip off my chin.

“I can’t leave you two alone without you fooling around. I’m surprised we ever get anything done,” the man, Kyungsoo, mutters.

“Oh please,” I say. “You know that this ‘business’ would crumble if not for us.”

“Not to mention your sense of humor,” Chen grins brightly. His lips stretch even further when Kyungsoo glares viciously at him.

After clearing his throat, Kyungsoo gets down to business, “the guy we are looking for is named Wu Yifan, but he goes by Kris. Rumor has it, he’s discovered some very…interesting information about our contractor that can ruin their business. We must capture him and figure out what he knows.”

“So are we going to get him today or…?” Chen asks.

Kyungsoo shakes his head, “no. Today, you two are just going to find and observe. Get a good feel of him so that we can figure out how to approach him.”

Chen and I nod once in unison. Kyungsoo reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small picture, holding it out for the two of us to see. The picture is in black and white and shows the side of a man’s face, he seems to be about the same age as us.

“This is our guy. Find him, study him, and report your findings back to me. Understood?”

“Affirmative,” I reply, sliding my glock back into its hiding place.

“Alright. Good luck.” Kyungsoo heads back into his van and peels out, causing dirt to waft around us.

We cough and choke on the dirt. Once it clears we glance at each other.

“I was really hoping we would kill someone today,” Chen pouts and sighs.

I take a deep breath and let it go harshly, placing my hands on my hips, “not today. Looks like we’re spying.”

“I feel so degraded. Isn’t this Sehun’s job?”

I smack his arm, “behave.”

Chen pouts again, rubbing his arm, “let’s go.”

~*~

Twenty minutes later, Chen and I find ourselves sitting at a park, watching a basketball game.

Our boy, Yifan, is attempting to play. He’s pretty good, at least, he’s very confident.

“He has literally missed every single shot he’s thrown,” Chen says, voice filled with mild disbelief.

I sigh, “How the hell did this guy uncover vital information about our contractor that can destroy them?”

“He had to stumble upon it. There’s no way….”

Yifan tosses the ball at the basket again, Chen and I tilt our heads to the side as the ball bounces off the backboard and soars back to Yifan, who ducks just in time.

“Pathetic,” Chen says. “Should we teach him a thing or two?”

I shake my head, “we must stay in shadow mode. We need to figure him out so that we can find a way to approach him.”

“You’re right. I just feel so bad for the man.”

“At least he looks hot while doing it.”

Chen is silent and I glance over at him. He is staring at me incredulously.

“What?” I pout.

“Your taste in men is quite appalling,”

“Yeah, especially since this one cannot stay.” I pull the sunglasses that are resting on the top of my head down to my eyes and stand. “Should we go?”

“Do you think we’ve gathered enough information?”

I shrug, “No. But I’m tired and he’s boring. Maybe they got the wrong guy.”

“We never make mistakes, Dragen, you know that.”

“Ilhoon will be worried. I promised him I’d be home early tonight.”

“What’s going on between you two anyway?”

“He’s my best friend,” I breathe.

“If he were your best friend, he’d know what you have been doing for the past five years. You’re lying to him.”

“You know that this profession calls for us to lie to everyone that matters, or else they’ll get hurt.”

Chen just shakes his head, “let’s wait one more hour. Hopefully he’ll go home, and you can peep on him taking a hot shower.”

I think about Chen’s offer. It is true that we haven’t gotten much on this Kris guy—except for the fact that he’s a terrible basketball player—and after my last assignment, I cannot afford to call it a day. “One more hour.”

Chen salutes and we get settled once again on the bench.

Yifan misses again.

~*~

“We’ve gathered that he likes to play sports, basketball in particular, though he isn’t very good.”

“Also, he enjoys eating jelly filled donuts and is quite clumsy, being that he got the jelly all over his shirt.”

“In a nutshell. This man is pathetic, and could possibly be molded like putty in Dragen’s hands,” Chen finishes with a smirk.

Kyungsoo’s wide eyes bounce back and forth between Chen and I. Finally he sighs and leans back in his chair, “alright. You two are dismissed. I’ll report your minuscule findings to the boss and he’ll let us know where to continue with this mission.”

Chen and I both rise to go but then Kyungsoo asks me to stay behind. Chen and I lock eyes and I can sense the worry in his gaze, but he leaves nonetheless, he has no choice.

I settle back down into my chair and wait for Kyungsoo to speak. He leans forward, folding his hands in front of him. His tan suit is a size too big for him and he looks like a son pretending to be his father at his office. 

“Suho is still worried about your well-being, Dragen,” he starts and I try not to roll my eyes. “He wants to make sure you won’t turn on us again. You haven’t killed anyone since Minho, and giving you such a big assignment after your near failure causes him to worry.”

I bite my lip. Just hearing his name rips me up inside, causes tears to form in my eyes. I take a deep breath and suck it back in, tape myself quickly back together so that I’m not exposed.

“So what do you suggest?” I question.

Kyungsoo opens a drawer and pulls out a manila folder, sliding it over to me.

“It’s a small mission. Just a man who was trading secrets of the South to the North. He’s on the run, right on the border, but they pinned him and have been watching him. His expiration date is tomorrow at noon, and then it’s a free for all. The government wants him disposed of before then.”

I skim through his profile. Kim Minseok, thirty years old, he was an officer in our military and apparently pretty high up. I wonder what caused him to betray the country in such a way.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

I allow myself this eye roll, “I can handle it.”

Kyungsoo nods and I see a hint of a smile pull at the side of his face, “good.”

I rise and walk quickly out of his office. Sometimes that man gives me the chills. It isn’t like I think he’d hurt me or anything, but I know that he can be ruthless and is completely deadly. He’s a killing machine.

At around two in the morning, I find myself on top of an old abandoned building. It’s an extremely windy night, and my curly hair flies violently behind me. Quickly, I wrap my hair into a ponytail and resume my position: kneeling on one knee with my rifle resting on the edge of the building. I peek through the scope, scanning the area for Minseok. Finally, after an hour and a half, I catch movement. There he is, running through the deserted open road covered in filth. You’d have thought he’d know better. I mean, the man’s on the run, why is he running out in the open? Oh well, I can’t care less for the reasons behind his actions. All I care about is proving Suho and Kyungsoo wrong. I can be just as heartless as them, and I am going to prove it in three, two, one…

Bang! 

The jolt from my rifle pushes me back and I stumble for a second as Minseok falls, out cold. Quickly, I snatch my weapon and run as fast as I can carrying the heavy equipment on my shoulder. Once I’m out the building, I yank out my glock and cautiously approach the man sprawled against the asphalt. I glance around me, all is clear. Minseok takes a quick breath and I jump.

“Please,” he whispers. I swallow hard as his eyes roll up to my face. “Please, I had to do it. I’m sorry. No one ever has a choice.”

“No,” I snap back at him. “There is always a choice, always a way out.”

“I guess you’ll find out soon….” He takes another breath, but doesn’t ever let it back out.

What was that?! No time to think about it. I have to leave the scene. I run over to my unmarked van and throw my rifle in the back, carefully maneuvering the vehicle so to not leave any marks. Once I am about forty miles out, I high sped it out of there. When I am at my safe spot—a dingy 24-hour gas station—I jump to the back and dismantle my weapon. Once it is put away, I drive back to the agency, switching the van for my own Dodge Neon and finally go home.

Pretenses:

He smiles and his front teeth shine against the darkness that surrounds us.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re shy,” he breathes, taking me all in.

I smirk, pretending to be brave, “your flattery isn’t really working, Minho.”

“Oh yeah?” He growls and presses himself closer to me, causing both my heart to race and a moan to escape. His smile widens with satisfaction.

“I love you,” he murmurs against the skin of my collarbone.

Don’t say that, I think. All the same, I smile and answer back to him, “I love you too, Minho.”

“Good,” he snaps, his voice serious and deep with lust. “Because you’re mine, Baby. For forever.”

I awake with tears in my eyes. I’m still dreaming of him, a whole year later. I don’t think I’ll ever not dream of him, of the man who showed me what real love felt like.

I check the time and jump up and run to my closet until I freeze. Today is Sunday, I have today off.

I sigh and lean against my closet doorframe filled with relief. Something unhinged me about my last mission, something about the way Minseok had just given up, about what he said to me. A sense of fear crawls up my throat like a premonition and I swallow it back fiercely. I’m overreacting. Maybe Suho and Kyungsoo are right about me, maybe I am becoming soft.

I step out of my room and bump into Ilhoon. His arms encircle me and he takes a step back, catching us.

“Whoa, there,” he murmurs, chuckling as we pull away. “Good morning to you too, Dray.”

I rub my forehead and sigh, “sorry.”

“Busy night?” He asks. He starts walking away and I follow him to the kitchen, plopping on a chair as he pulls out two bowls from the cabinet. “You didn’t get in until late…”

I wince, “I’m sorry, Ilhoonie. I know you want me to come home earlier, but my job is kicking my butt.”

“All you do is fix computers,” he scoffs and hands me a bowl filled with chocolate cereal—our favorite.

“You’d be surprised how complicated fixing a computer can be. First you have to find the problem, and then you have to check the entire database and make sure all of the files and other information won’t get lost and then—”

“Alright, alright. I believe you,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re going to give me a headache with all that computer talk.”

“Sorry,” I mutter. I’m not feeling very well today, and Ilhoon can sense it.

“Well, you have today off, don’t you?” I nod. “Are you going up to your parents’ later?”

I nod again, “Zelo’s birthday is tomorrow so we’re celebrating it tonight. Are you going to come too?”

Ilhoon shrugs, “I am practically family. Plus, I haven’t seen Zelo in a while. How old is he turning?”

“Nineteen,” I gulp. My little brother is becoming a man today, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was terrified.

Ilhoon laughs, “remember us at nineteen? We went wild on our birthday!” Ilhoon and I share the same birthday, hence why we are so close.

I shudder, “that is exactly why I am nervous. I don’t want Yongguk anywhere near him after ten.”

Ilhoon’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t say anything. We finish our breakfast in silence and I help him wash the dishes.

“It’s almost twelve, get ready,” he orders as he heads to his room.

I sigh and roll my eyes. Ilhoon is very religious. If there is one thing he loves, it’s the lord. One of the requirements of living with him is that I have to accompany him to Sunday mass every week.

Once there, we sit in a pew near the middle and listen to the word. The father preaches about God’s love and undying devotion, but I don’t feel any reassurance.

I’m no angel. I’m the opposite, in fact. I’ve committed too many sins to be forgiven and I know there is nothing pleasant waiting for me on the other side.

God gave up on me a long time ago.

~*~

After mass, Ilhoon and I head over to my parents’ house. The place is packed with all of Zelo’s friends. Once my father sees me, he beams and wraps me in a hug. Since my life is so busy with work, I don’t see my family often. It has been a few weeks since Zelo and I have talked, and months since my parents’ and I have.

“Where’s Zelo?” I practically yell into my father’s ear. The music is so loud I can feel it more than hear it.

“In the living room, AKA the ‘dance floor’.” My father rolls his eyes and chuckles at my silly brother. I nod and snatch Ilhoon’s hand, dragging him with me to the living room.

In the middle of the room, surrounded by a semi-circle is the birthday boy. He’s busting all kinds of moves and I roll my eyes—I taught that kid practically everything he knows.