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binniesthighs · 3 years

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3

Five

Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol

CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent

Word count: 8.5k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.”

Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand.

“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.”

You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly.

“Are you nervous for tonight?”

Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel.

“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.”

“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.”

The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?”

Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life.

“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.”

Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.”

“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.”

He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with.

The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure.

“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--”

“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?”

Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion.

“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment.

Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed.

The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous.

“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.”

You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress.

Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied.

“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced.

Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--”

“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.”

Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension.

“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.”

Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.”

Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back.

“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand.

“You as well.”

Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank.

“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?”

Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm.

“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I’m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--”

“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?”

“But Bee--”

“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand.

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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts.

A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk.

“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body.

“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders.

Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point.

“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke.

From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed.

“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle.

The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed.

“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.”

“Let me watch the prince.”

Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay.

A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes.

“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm.

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.”

She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman.

“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?”

The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic.

She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber.

“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.”

Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz.

The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more.

“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.”

“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun.

“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.”

“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses.

At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana.

The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them.

A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold.

“My friends! You were able to make it!”

The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair.

“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.”

“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group.

The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered.

“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well.

“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?”

“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.”

The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.”

“Of course not.”

“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group.

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep.

“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward.

“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.”

“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her.

“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath.

“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?”

The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass.

The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action.

“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.”

“Oh? And what have you been hearing?”

You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity.

“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly.

“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.”

Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even.

“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.”

“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.”

The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands.

“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.”

In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?”

“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.”

“Naturally.”

“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him.

“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice.

“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...”

“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?”

“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.”

“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name.

“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.”

Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group.

“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered.

“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him.

“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.”

“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.”

The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought.

The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more.

“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.”

“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?”

The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles.

“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.”

You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot.

The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.”

Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles.

“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?”

“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm.

He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.”

Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him.

“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency.

“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth.

He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group.

“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!”

The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly.

“What?!”

“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?”

The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots.

“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?”

Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.”

“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.”

Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”

“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.”

While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different.

“You can handle it?”

“I can.”

Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders.

You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish.

“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.”

Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder.

“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place.

The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.”

“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring.

Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group.

“F, you know the way up?”

“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.”

Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.”

“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered.

“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.”

“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head.

“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.”

“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat.

“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head.

Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile.

“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled.

“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture.

Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol.

“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.”

Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.

“One...Two...Three!”

Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes.

The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close.

Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red.

The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners.

Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so.

“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors.

Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy.

For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort.

“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him.

You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back.

Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!”

“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks.

“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.

Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room.

You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes.

An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters.

“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!”

Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck.

“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk.

Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes.

“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline.

Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle.

Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!”

“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life.

The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze.

“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take.

Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic.

Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest.

“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle.

Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you.

“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms.

The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly.

“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully.

“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?”

“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound.

“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare.

“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.”

“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on.

The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer.

“Fox?! We’re not there?”

“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...”

In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg.

“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!”

“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--”

“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.”

“I know, I know!!”

“How far is it?!”

“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.”

“Make it ten!!!”

Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time.

Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged.

Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it.

“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim.

Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile.

You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too.

“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal.

The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car.

“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe.

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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light.

Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.

The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility.

The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood.

“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked.

“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?”

The prince shook his head.

“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.”

Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first.

“What...what’s this?”

“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.”

“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.”

Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”

He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.”

“Why a red rose?”

Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom.

“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand.

“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s.

In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy.

You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome.

“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...”

The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.”

The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress.

The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?”

Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again.

The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken.

“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.”

Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.”

“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.”

He smirked, “Still...”

The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread.

“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you.

“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.”

The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were.

Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears.

You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being.

Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too.

Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs.

Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress.

The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria.

In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted.

“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue.

“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.”

The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head.

“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest.

This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips. Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing.

Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips.

“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?”

~🌹~

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bonbonthedragon · 3 years

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Ohh I'm glad to see you feel good enough to write again, Bon! 🤗 I understand how off and drained you feel going/getting through a slump like that.

Can you do some hcs with either Bakugou or Kiri (I'll let you pick) and their s.o traveling around in a camper bus/van, please? 🙏🏼 Love you lots!

Ahhhh I love this request! And thank you :) I’m started to feel a lot better mentally and have my friends to help :) hope you enjoy :)

Bakubabe 😌🤚

Omg

Ok ok ok- he asked you about it after the two of you married

Of course you agreed bc the hell? That’s sound like absolute fun.

So you both decided on getting a small house and a large van, ya know, so when your vanned out you have somewhere to come back too for a while and take a break, ground yourself.

You spent about a year in the small house until you took the van out. It was huge, and you both wanted to be comfortable, so in that year you took the time and money to decorate It and install things, like a sink, bed, and mini kitchen.

And god he loved it so much, we are talking about a man who doesn’t like big crowds and prefers to just be with people he knows and is comfortable with.

And omg he loves that it’s with you. It feels like breath of fresh air for him, like a break. He can be himself and relax.

The places you visit are places you both agree on. You take turns driving while the other it asleep in the passenger or bed. He loved listening to his toons while he drives and you snooze away next to him. He sneaks glances at every red light or stop sign or just while driving and thinks to himself that he is the luckiest person to be doing this with you

I also love to think of this as a honey moon idea. Like, you guys didn’t have one bc you were both hero’s and life was busy. So when you both settled down, finished the van and were able to take leave for a while, so took this as your chance.

So for a couple months you two went all around Japan. Rural areas, especially with mountains. Not just for mountain climbing but the drive was so calming. He loved when you both would park up there for the night, get out the Hamics and lay under the stars.

He would say the stars are beautiful but he just can’t get his eyes off his even more stunning wife / husband / partner

Like I said, he can be himself and more relaxed, and I definitely think this guys got a soft side. He can be a jerk, but I feel like since he feels he has to keep this ruff exterior all the time, that when he can let go, he’s much more calm and caring.

He smiles a lot more, is very snuggly and affectionate, oh so affectionate

Loves visiting small town because no one there really reconizes you two, but maybe have a few fans here and there.

Overall I DEFINITELY believe this is something he would enjoy. I think of him as a homebody, the only time he really likes going out is for hero work, the rest is just wanting to relax at home with the people he loves. So it’s surprising that this was his idea, but not so much when he literally made the camper your second home, so he can still feel like he somewhere to let go :)

And don’t think I would forget the van pet.

Definitely something like a snake for him, idk why but if it where a dog I feel like it might be too jumpy and energetic for him, unless the dog go is chill and well trained. So yes, a snakadoodle will do for this ash-blond :)

Kiripima🥺✨

Also someone who suggested it

I can see this boy loving to go out often, but don’t get me wrong, staying in is also something he enjoys with you, especially with the calm atmosphere

And obviously you said yes! Who wouldn’t want to spend a road trip with this cutie?

Like with bakugou you both agreed on at least getting a small house or apartment first. It took a bit of convincing bc he was so exited to do it with you, so you had to slow him down and be like- mans, we broke- let’s get out shit together first yeah?

Poor kiri gave you puppy eyes, you had to hold back though bc you would not live In just a van as your first home together

He finally understood and agreed, but he’s still hyped as fuck about the idea

I feel like this would be before you got married? Your engaged and the idea of finally being with you forever is hitting him hard and his heart is doing flips and ahhhh he just can’t wait

You two would have a year before you got married so you decided on a small house and got a van that was already fixed with a bed and small kitchen and such, though adding your own touched of course too

You’d do the trip for a couple months a week before the big day. Ya know, cause you aren’t allowed to see each other days before the wedding or som? So why not

His favorite is driving too. But when your driving. He has all the time to spend to look out the window at the amazing views and at you :) he can’t get enough that this is happening and the trip makes it real for him

Loves stopping at gas stations to get trinkets like magnets or something to mark where you two have visited. Will have them stuck to the fridge and stuff so they can be displayed.

You two have been all around Japan, in different cities, small Townes and rural areas. He loves parking on the side of the road at a deserted place and camping out for a while, relax, stretch and take a much needed break after driving for so long. Will get out of the van to go and open your door to let you out, first thing ache does every time is pull you close and kiss you, telling you how much he loves you and massaging your shoulders from being cramped in the small space fore so long.

Will definitely take the wheel when needed. He likes it better when you drive of course, but if he noticed your getting sleepy or irritated he will have you pull over so you can switch

Van pet is definitely a doggo- had to be clam during rides but energetic to match his nature and to go out so it can hike with you two, throw a ball for it to chase or anything really.

He definitely loves it. He likes that he can spend the time with you and only you, going out and being adventurous with you and going to new places and meeting new people and doing new things. Can’t get enough of the smile on your face and just how much fun he’s having traveling :)

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akhermans · 3 years

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TAG GAME #1

tagged by cutie Lisette @itadorii-yuuji thank u honey, hope you're having a great day!!

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tagged by a whole bunch of awesome people: @naruzumake @tsukasa-shishio and @kiroz love you and hope you're having a great day too!!

Zodiac sign: Gemini

A city/country you'd visit if you could leave right now: Norway, Switzerland, Romania, Japan

Languages you know: Russian, English, Polish

Favourite hot beverage: Tea

Favourite cold beverage: none (i only drink water)

Favourite sweet food: Cake

Favourite candy: i don't eat candies all that much

Favourite colour: Red

Favourite flower(s): Water lilies

Myers-briggers type: INFJ

Otp(s): Shuake, Kokonui, Khunbam, Chiluc, Oumasai, Komahina, Renga, Eremin

Hogwarsts house: Gryffindor

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feiquacker · 3 years

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THE GAANG AND ANIMALS Y'ALL

Cs I am bored and can't stop thinking about this. Feel free to add stuff lmao.

Aang: A cutie. He respects them and they respect him. If an animal doesn't want to interact with him he tries as hard as he can until it actually startes liking him or runs away. Favourite animal clearly skybison and lemure.

Pets: Appa and Momo

My hc: A lot of birds. Lmao

Sokka: Goes crazy. First he always wanted to eat them but now he wants to squish them and hug them and kiss them like a maniac. He likes scales and feathers alot. His favourite animals are clearly penguinotters and fufucuddlypoops but I also think he is in love with Suki's eelhound.

Pets: Hawky

My hc: Penguinotter. That.

Toph: She is neutral. If an animal wants attention she interactes with them and tries to interact sometimes. If they aren't interested she leaves it be and doesn't think about it too much. But she goes insane when an animal interracts with her since she wasn't allowed to have some when she still lived with her parents. Her favourite animal is clearly the badgermole but I also think she would love deerdogs.

Pets: Doesn't have some

My hc: Deerdog. It could also help her by beeing a service dog. Yes she can use earhbending to "see" but it is still useful.

Katara: Fluffy. Everything that is fluffy she loves it. Animals eather hate her or love her. That's it. No inbetween. She just waits for an animal to come over and if it does she gets so emotionally attached to it that it becomes her sorce of emotional stability for a week. If it doesn't she's sad. I think Katara would really like polar bear dogs since they r fluffy af. But owls and fish are very nice too eventhough they don't have fur.

Canon Pets: Doesn't have one

My hc: 2 Turtleducks a bunny a (singapura?) kitten and a parrot. (i will talk about the parrot later on uwu)

Suki: Animals love them. They naturally love them. Any animal just wants to be in their presence. Also loves fluffy animals but big ones. Like really big ones. Snow leopard and lynx. They probably grew up outside since I hc them as an orphan they wouldn't have to do much instead of train and eat so I think as a kid they really loved spending time with the animals in the forests and unintentionally learned how to comunicate with them and understand them or better said how to treat them correctly without knowing it. So animals just automatically see them and go. Oh look. A nice hooman that will probably love me for all eternity.

Canon Pets: eeldog

My hc: Kyoshi's spirit fox and the unagi (if they are a descendant of Kyoshi or if the spirit fox lived since spirits don't die) or a really big snow leopard that they can ride if they wanted to and an enormous eagle that likes chilling on their shoulders (was actually Katara's but fell in love with Suki so Suki baught Katara a really magestic blue parrot that's like really big) Suki gave Katara the singapura kitten too cs it stays tiny for like forever

Yue: Loves animals but doesn't know how to interact with them at all. She always end up not knowing how the noodle that cat ended up in her lap and she also has no idea how you pet a cat. For the longest time she thought you scratch it and still doesn't that you can pet it. Favourite animal probably the unagi cs it is so cool.

Canon pet: idk i think non

My hc: Ferret. Absolutely. A snow ferret. It never leaves her side. And a squirel monkey. Since it is coled at the watertribes it really likes getting dressed up and Yue is absolutely the peron that would dress her monkey and ferret if they don't mind it (ofcourse)

Zuko: I know people hc him as someone animals love but imagine the caos if they did not. Like. Animals genuently don't like Zuko. He would be just going for a walk and then a pigeon on the road starts starring at him and they have eyecontact for 5min before it starts attacking him and he ends up screaming with a really highpitched voice. Higher than Sokka's. I think ostric horses like him a lot and that was it. Fish like him. He makes the water warm. Other animals eather attack him or run for their lives. Fav animal is the ostric horse.

Canon Pets: None (the turtleducks weren't his pets they just lived in the royal place)

My hc: Ostrich horse. And a hamster. Goldfisch. A gold fish. Yes.

Azula: Neutral respect. If there is someone with her she is neutral. Else she is Sokka but in gentle. She would never hurt an animal. And never act like she likes animals infront of other people. Fav animals: Something smull and with scales. Anything that actually freaks people out. She gives me big turantula lover vibes.

Canon Pets: the lizard thingyes?

My hc: snek *mlem* smul snek and a frog *nose boop*. Tiny frog that sits on her head or shoulders. The snek is always in her sleev or around her wrist or neck. Fenneck fox. You know the ones. Idk what mutation that would be in atla but one of those. She is insane for foxes and smul reptiles.

Ty Lee: Screames, runs after them, fangirls over animals. Basicly becomes the animal she is intaracting with. Is very sad when an animal runs away. Cs be ruff cs she doesn't know her own strainght but lojves to hug animals and sqish them and cuddle them and kiss them and that's it. Fav animal is probably an alpaca.

Canon pets: None

My hc: Monkey just cs she can and cs it makes so much sence im my head. Camelion cs it can change colours and she loves that.

Mai: Neutral. You know the people that don't want to interact with a cat but the cat desides to bother them? That's Mai. Her favourite animal is the raven

Canon: idk i think none

My hc: Black cat with really long hair. Like really long. Maybe even a crocodile cat. She doesn't like having a lot of pets. One is enough

Jet: He tries beeing manly but sometimes can't stand it and just has to touch that little puppy that has been rubbing it's head on his leg for the last few minutes. He LOVES hedgehogs

Canon pets: non I belive

My hc: Raccon and a goat. Like you know. A pygmy goat. Cs he likes them and noone can tell him he can't have a goat.

#suki #katara #aang #sokka #toph #atla #yue #azula #mai #tylee #ty lee #jet #zuko #atla suki #master katara #princess yue #princess azula #avatar aang #toph beifong #avatar the last airbender

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thewritingstar · 3 years

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Like Fallen Snow

ahhh im super excited because I was @empress-of-mischief secret Santa for the Powerpuff secret Santa! I hope that this fic fills you will joy my dear. I rarely write for the blues and wanted to give it my best. I hope you had a wonderful xmas too.

Pairing: Boomubbles

Fandom: PPG

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Christmas was an exciting time of the year. Even Boomer who would rather be alone in his room blasting rock music in his headphones could be found sitting in the living room with his brothers early in the morning. It would start with them racing out of their bedrooms at an ungodly hour and putting on a pot of coffee for their monkey of a father before summoning their demon dad for gifts.

Having super villains for dads had some perks like giant lasers, rocket ships and enough weapons to destroy entire cities as if they forgot that the boys themselves were better than any military grade weapon. So when it came time to open gifts, even Boomer could give enough to smile as he unwrapped a taser gun that he automatically shot at Butch and blue fuzzy socks that matched the red and green ones.

Making sure the superpowered boys were happy on the holiday was something that Mojo and Him had decided was the best, not to keep them entertained but also to keep the running feud of who the best father was. Even though Boomer was happy to accept anything wrapped up with a bow, he had always felt something missing. He had to give Him and Mojo credit because as they got older, the gifts actually became personal.

They were now in their junior year of high school. The boys ‘bad-boy’ vibe wasn’t really cutting it with them and giant machinery wasn’t going to be the hot ticket for the year. Instead Brick ended up with a ton of books and gourment coffee, Butch calling him a big ass nerd of course, which was to prove his point that he was smarter than all of them and may or may not have been to either aggravate or impress a certain puff. For Butch his collection of vinyl recorders, skateboard parts and sport equipment was enough to keep him satisfied and have enough to spark envy with Buttercup. Boomer appreciated the brand new wall of guitars that he had been begging for, drums and a flute that he didn’t remember knowing how to play but hey, how hard could it be?

“Boomer, my dear boy, you keep looking at your phone. Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?” Him asked as he narrowed his eyes in a way that made Boomer snap his phone off.

Embarrassment crawled through him as all eyes were on him and even Mojo who was in the kitchen making pancakes but more or less listening in.

“Oh um, it was just I had a present for a couple friends and was wondering if I could give it to them before it gets dark.” Boomer responded.

“It's eight in the morning, dumbass. It's not close to being dark yet.” Butch said as he threw a football at the blondes head and let out a scream when the rubber turned to dust from the blue laser beams.

“You can say Bubbles.” Brick snorted and Boomer shot him a glare. That was a secret!

“Oh? She is quite the cutie.” Him smirked and Butch barked out a laugh as he smacked Boomers side with a wag of the eyebrows.

“Forget it, you all are weird. I’ll see you for breakfast, I’ll be quick.” Boomer huffed and went up to his room to change before flying out the window.

“Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!” He heard Butch shout and he knew damn well the whole neighbor hood could probably hear him.

“Not my girlfriend.” He mumbled to himself as he found his way to the park.

Since the beginning of his life it had always been the ruffs vs the puffs. Destined by his fathers orders and demands, Boomer always followed in that direction no matter what. He didn’t waver from the line drawn in the sand. Even though his brothers began to tip toe around it when they got older, stupid hormones, and yet he never strayed.

He could maybe understand their reasoning. It would make sense to be drawn to the enemy in a way he rarely understood, but still his blood flowed with destruction and determination to rule the world and some girl with pigtails wasn’t going to change that. Or so he thought.

He would consider himself an introvert to his counterpart’s over the top bubbly personality, her name truly suited her. Unlike their siblings, they seemed to rival the most in the sharing of traits.

And yet they had become friends first. It was a bonding experience over milkshakes and a painstaking talk about how they don’t live up to their siblings' powers, how they felt like they were the weak ones. He thought about how Brick and Butch had more muscle power but to hear Bubbles have her own doubts made his stomach turn and for some reason, their friendship bloomed.

Boomer could say that she was his best friend. Not too many people had gained the title of being his friend compared to her, who had most of the school fawning over her charm even if she didn’t notice. But that's what he liked about her. She was like him and while he was confined to her and shared his fears, she could do the same because at the end of the day, they were counterparts. One half of the same coin that would understand the other without any words.

So maybe that's why he was extremely nervous right now. They had been besties, as she called it, for a while and even though gift giving wasn’t out of the ordinary, he wondered what it would be like to be more.

Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!

Much more.

His thoughts were interrupted when the blue puff landed at the foot of the gazebo and sat on the bench next to him.

“Hey Boomie.” She smiled brightly and at first the nickname bothered him but now it was stuck like honey. It was weird when she didn’t say it.

“Hey Bubs.” He returned the smile. “How was your morning?”

“The usual. Blossom with her books and magazines, Buttercup and her weights and well I now have a new spring wardrobe. How about you?”

“Exactly that but I got a new guitar to tune.”

“Oooo you’ll have to play for me sometime.” She gushed and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. It was the cold's fault, not the pretty blonde, he swears! “Now it's time for the present!” She clapped and put a tin that smelled that vanilla and cinnamon on his lap.

He already knew what they were as he had been bugging her to make her signature holiday cookies for months. Worth the wait.

“So I made you all some cookies, without my sister's help of course and then this is for you.” She handed him a box. The box was black with a navy blue bow. It was so perfect that it was almost comical. Opening the box, he removed the sparkly blue tissue paper.

“Oh wow, guitar picks.” He smiled as he took one out. It was wooden and had a small B with a heart engraved on it. “It's almost like you knew.”

“I had a feeling. You had been talking non stop about wanting one and whether I’d admit it or not, Him makes sure his dear baby boy gets a good present.” She giggled as she poked his cheek.

He rubbed his thumb over it, examining it and thinking about how nice it's going to feel while strumming. “These are really nice quality.”

“I made one from each adventure we went on. That’s made from a pine tree from our first camping trip with our friends. And this one is from the beach last summer.” She held up a slightly white one and at a closer look he realized that it was probably made from sea glass.

“You made these?” He asked in disbelief. “Is this made of bamboo?” He gasped. “When we raced to China?”

“Yep! I know it’s kinda lame but those places meant a lot for us, as friends.” She stumbled over the last part.

“I don’t think it’s lame at all. Pretty cool.” And he meant it. It was probably the most thoughtful gift he had ever received because it took him back to those happy days they had spent together.

“Cooler than a rocket?” She giggled.

“Even cooler than a rocket. Thank you.” He said and fished out her present from his pocket. “Mines not homemade but, ya know.” He scratched the back of his neck and handed her the small poorly wrapped box. “Don’t even comment on the wrapping.”

She held in a laugh. “I’m not.” Liar.

Carefully she tore off the paper and opened the box. “Boomer.”

“I hope it's the right one.”

She stared at the silver chain that had a silver pendant of the moon. When they walked through the mall, it had caught her eye and she spent the next hour talking about astrology and the phases of the moon. The minute that she went into another store, he ran back to purchase it. In the middle of August mind you.

“It's beautiful.” He could hear the sincerity in her voice as she turned her back to him and he helped her with the clasp. “Thank you, I love it so much.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes, taking a few bites of the cookies. The peaceful morning in the park with no one around was perfect, he wasn’t a fan of crowds and maybe that's why she chose this spot because she knew they would be the only ones here.

“Oh look, it's snowing.” Bubbles gasped as she held out her hand to catch the small flakes coming in. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked and when he said yes, his eyes hadn’t come off of her.

She stood and walked a few feet out to twirl in the new snow and he shoved his hands in his pocket to keep them warm as he watched her with a smile. If she would have asked him to join her a couple years ago, he would have probably said no and told her to shove off, and now, he would have gone anywhere if she just asked.

Staring at her made him realize that he wanted something more with her. There had been a few occasions where the air around them shifted and for a single second, it was like she thought the same thing, but they would get interrupted and that moment would die and he would sit there and remember that he is her best friend, nothing more, nothing less. But what if he was?

He got to his fit and joined her, kicking around some snow with his shoe as his mind kept racing about every single possibility. Does he just tell her? Just ask? What if he read the signs wrong? What if he messes everything up?

“Isn’t it romantic?” His thoughts were ripped away as he turned towards her. She was looking up at the sky. “Like a Christmas movie. The first snow of the season is said to bring promise to a new love, funny huh?”

Boomers eyes widened suddenly. Was...was she wanting this to turn romantic? This entire time had he been pining from a far when she was ready to take the leap? No. they had talked about relationships before, well hers at least. She was probably just saying it because she was a hopeless romantic.

But then again, Bubbles had always been the bold type. Always telling him that she had been dropping hints for some guy and now come to think of it...had she been talking about him?

“Yeah, romantic.” He decided to finally respond.

He watched as her smile turned down slightly as she looked at him with a gaze he didn't recognize. “Well, I should probably be heading back home now.” She said somewhat sadly.

“Oh yeah, before the snow sets. Thank you by the way.” He held up the boxes and she gave him a better smile.

“Of course. And thank you for this.” She tugged on her necklace. “I’ll see you soon.” She said as she turned around and began to walk.

Something within him was yelling. An eternal battle now raging in his mind. What if he? No, he shouldn’t. But, imagine the positives.

He was hoping for a Christmas miracle.

Boomer ran up behind her, matching her speed as he grabbed her hand and turned her towards him before dropping it and rubbing his arm.

“Hey Bubbles?” Boomer asked nervously. His cheeks had decided to betray him and turn a pretty pink shade as Bubbles tilted her head.

“Yes?”

He sent his boxes down as her eyes remained on him. His hand shook nervously at his sides while her baby blue eyes looked at him. Butterflies were doing cartwheels in his stomach now but he was already here so...

“I have one last present but-” He gulped. “Y-you have to close your eyes.” He said as he took a step forward.

“Close my eyes?” She said with a small smile as he came even closer to her. His hands took hers softly as his thumb rubbed a slight circle on her hand.

“Yeah but if you don’t like it, you can return it.”

“Is that so?” She giggled as she stared into his eyes almost knowingly. “Well, I shouldn’t keep waiting then.” She said as her eyes closed and he felt like the world had disappeared around them, leaving them in the snowy park.

Boomer calmed his breathing as he stared at her. The soft pink of her cheeks from the bitter cold and how the smallest bit of snow landed on her lashes. Never before had his heart pounded as heavily as it did now as he closed the gap and kissed her with the gentleness of the first fallen snow.

He felt the sudden push against his lips. It was a beautiful sensation that he never thought would happen as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him further. It was an answer to a question he had been asking for months, hell, maybe even years. Wondering if he could step over this line in the sand and it would be okay. That their friendship, trust and loyalty wouldn’t be corrupted but instead, stronger. It was clear that the line had been stepped over, no, completely erased without a second thought.

Their lips pulled apart and he couldn’t tell if the redness up her neck was from the cold nipping at their skin or the intense blushing from what just happened. All he knew was that she was smiling at him, just like she always had before.

“Boomer?” Her voice was just loud enough for his ears.

“Yeah?” He said almost out of breath.

“I don’t need a gift receipt.”

That fluttering in his chest began again as his face broke out into the brightest smile she had ever seen.

“That's great news.” Boomer smirked as he spun her around and dipped her by the waist like he saw in all those cheesy romance movies. “Because the return date had just expired.” He said just as he kissed her again.

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His hand was warm from the take out cup of hot chocolate while his other hand was laced with hers and it felt more natural than breathing. She took her own cup to her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate as it helped to heat up the rest of her body and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not because he was still in disbelief that he was here with her.

Bubbles caught him staring and instead of a playful scold, she inched closer to him and placed a quick peck on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas Bubbles.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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I hope you liked it <3

#powerpuffsecretsanta2020 #boombubbles #ppg x rrb #bubbles ppg #boomer ppg #bubbles x boomer #thewritingstar

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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Please just end me or you'll all be faced with floods of wwau and gold arm stuff

That's not what I was expecting but I loved everything about it. Spoilers but also long kinda

Belle: Great clothes you're wearing- that's definitely distraction material.

Edgar: ? These are just comfy to wear.

Belle: ....*looks between super colorful edgar and flashy, card stuffed Tara* well I have faith in y'all now go.

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Okay and also I did not expect Tara and Edgar to be on Belle's gang team. I saw them as a casino owner or dweller (another potential target for Belle) and well yall know how I saw edgar.

I get it though, they want to advertise the new skins, and 1) they don't have Belle's trio and 2) they're not gonna showcase bandita shelly when she isnt new...

Glad 2 of my favorite skins interacted wonderfully though.

Also I take back what I said then. Tara either cheats every 2 seconds, doesn't at all, OR pulls out a death card and kills you with her partner. Either way she wins.

Amber DLV is a super cutie pie and I'm definitely gonna write her more.

Barley: STOP!... pls don't break my bar (only I can)

Baby..... I guess he was trained/programmed with cutting losses when being robbed or a fight breaks out. I mean yeah a few broken windows, and maybe lost the day's money.. but we don't have to deal with a fire.

Colt deserved every one of those well falls idc.

Also, there was a wanted poster that had his gunslinger skin, so are they supposed to be 2 different people? ....I don't really care too much about that though--

Tara had BDE in this okay. I have no shame in saying that. Edgar's learning from the best.

Belle: *maniacally laughing as she hauls a lot of loot from an explosion*

Me: Aw she's so happy :)

Poor Ruffs. He only wanted a sunlit snooze and y'all couldn't even let him have that. Also lmao at 8bit. He didn't even do anything except sit there and then be thrown. This is why he's salty 24/7

#brawl stars #I'm so #i was writing out the next drabble request with WW theme but now I wamt to rewrite it #maybe I do still need a break #its weird and funny because i haven't ever been so motivated it loops around to being discouraged #im gonna take a quick breather today

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misssolitudesmusicblog · 3 years

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Happy March! I can’t fathom that we are already 3 months into the year. I realized it’s been a year since I have been live streaming on Meetme, and anyways today we entered a new month and a new playlist, Episode: March is out now on Spotify and available to anyone who would love to participate in collaborating and adding new music to the playlist everyday based off the themes I choose. For today’s theme I am asking my audience to reflect in their personal life and choose music that would reflect them embracing whatever they may face this month and welcome March. The music should resonate within their own personal life and serve as a reminder to continue and keep moving forward. Here is my personal in depth of what I added:

1. This Way by Dilated Peoples: I absolutely resonate with the chorus

“ This time I made up my mind This time I'm back on my grind I know there's things in my life That I'ma let go startin tonight (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way “

I choose to start off with the month strong and serve as a reminder that I know change is necessary and I must choose a different behavior for the results I’m hoping for.

2. Grindin by Clipse: I choose this song because I have to grind so hard this month. My lease is up in June and I have to figure out where I will be relocating and make sure I have enough money to do so. So like Snoop Dog says “ I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind”

3. Early In The Morning by The Gap Band: This song is a hype song for me to remind me that the early bird gets the worm. I’ve been trying my best to establish a morning routine and although I need to be up by 8a.m. unfortunately I’m not a morning person so therefore I embrace March with many mornings in hopes I can execute Sunrises more often.

4. So Ruff, So Tuff by Zapp: This song is such a delight but also so real. I live out here in California where the weather is amazing but the cost of living is horrible. Another chorus that I embrace and resonate to:

“So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby”

5. Backstrokin by Flatback Band: I choose this song because this song just has amazing rhythm and compliments the last first few songs here and I know this song will have me continuously jamming out throughout the month.

6. All The Stars by Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA : I love Kendrick I feel like he is one of the most realest rapper of our generation and he just validates all the emotions that I feel at times with people that cross my life and have done me wrong or the person’s ego and character is just not aligned with the values that I harbor in my heart and personal life.

7. Hit Different by SZA ft. The Neptunes: SZA another brilliant female artist that I absolutely adore. Here is to me hoping that March hit’s different.

8. I’m Not In Love by Kelsey Lu: OMG this song! First it’s a cover but definitely serves as reminder to me that I am not in love...I hope to still embrace love in March however still find balance to be detached as well.

9. Not My Baby By Alvvays: So my love interest and I stopped talking on January 31st, and we have not spoken since. I was excited to embrace new love into my life but unfortunately it didn’t work out but I’ve made peace and let that person go and move forward even though we were never official:

“ Now that you're not my baby I go do whatever I want No need to turn around to see what's behind me I don't care And it's true I've been checking out lately I go do whatever I want No need to turn around to see what's behind me I don't care “

10. telepatia by Kali Uchis: Thank Ticktock for this song as a welcoming song for March. I’m stuck on this cute and catchy song.

11. Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie: This song is amazing and I was reacquainted with it recently. It has been a minute since I had heard it but I definitely resonate with the feeling of finding new things and feeling new again:

“ I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what its like to be new “

12. O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: So I recently watched Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows Part 1 & 2 in which this song is featured and this song made me reflect the strong friendship Harry, Ron, and Hermonie possessed to which I too share a a strong friendship with my 2 male bestfriends Elbert and Edson and it’s a solid friendship of over 10 years now. This song is sad but beautiful and I resonate with the following lyrics:

“ Hey little train! Wait for me! I was held in chains but now I'm free I'm hanging in there, don't you see In this process of elimination “

13. Nostalgic Feel by Bedroom: Ugh...another love song to remind me of this person but also to remind myself to trust the universe and remember that what is meant for me will come effortlessly.

“ Sitting in an open room Thinking of how much I miss you I know the future is looking good But I would still love to go back if only I could Nostalgia keeps haunting me With all of those sweet colored memories “

14. Live Well by Palace: I came across this song recently from one of my viewers on my meetme CapNMickey123 and yet it was another song that made me think of my past love interest and thought to myself may he know it was his loss and we both be in peace and maybe a part of me wants him to return but at the same time may we both let go and live well

“ And I know it's fine to end our time Be safe, be true, and I'll think of you 15. lo que paso by Nina Cobham: Another one...

“ Lo que pasó, ya no duele tanto Think that I can move on But I'm not sure what you want from me If you want from me Tú me has esperado tanto tiempo “

16. Icarus by White Hinterland:

“Together going arm and arm To meet our solitude, to meet it head on I'll meet you where the water's warm To meet my solitude, to meet it head on Though I can see clearly ahead of me I cannot stop it once I'm set a-spinning What can it mean Why must I always see the ending at the beginning?”

17. Discouraged by Devin The Dude:

“ The second hand on the clock don't stop Gotta keep climbin' 'til you hop on top ('cause) Whoever said life was easy? Same folks who believe in magic You gotta pay, mane, it ain't no freebies And buy the things that'll make you happy Funny how the people treat you When your money gone and you don't have it Don't worry, don't get nervous Discouraged “

18. March Madness by Future:

“ We ballin' like the March Madness”

#Spotify #playlist #march

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Members of SEVENTEEN That I Could / Could Not Take in a Fight

i could absolutely pummel them:

WONWOO - he looks mean and intimidating, but i know he is hiding under all that. would i feel good about it?? no. that doesn’t change the fact i would have nO problem overpowering and winning that lil quarrel. then we could read a book and chill or sumn

HOSHI - i love this boy, so i would feel vEry bad about it in the moment and after. let’s be honest, he’s a softie unless he’s teaching a dance. this is a “greaser x soc” type of rumble so i could dance ciRCLES around him. in conclusion, hoshi don’t step up to me. 10/10 would hug and give plushies to after

MINGYU - he is almost a whole foot taller than me, bUT he’s a big baby. i would gain nothing from absolutely destroying this soft man, but for the honor i would. i would probably cry with him after the ruff and tumble and like buy him an ice cream

SEUNGKWAN - dO i need to explain?? we’re both soft, but he’s sOFTer. my friend said, “his 100% would be like anyone else’s average.” he would give his all and i salute that, but there can only be one winner. xoxo, gossip squirrel. still would sing him to sleep after

if they’re having a bad day:

S COUPS - listen, any other day he would destroy me, so i have to take my chance. of course, i would lovingly pummel him and then maybe make him a hot chocolate and put on netflix to make him feel better. honestly, the fight might not even happen cus it would be unfair, but i would shoot my shot @ it

JUN - another cutie patootie that i wouldn’t hesitate to gamble with. i would never have another chance like this, so i would hAve to take it. it most likely would end bad because even on his off days he could make a dumb face at me and i would mELT PEOPLE. throw me across the room with a high note would you??

VERNON - i’m a lil iffy on him because i feel like he cOULD get some good shots in, but ultimately would give up to just vibe. he’s be like “bro, i just came to chill” after we had already been rolling around for 10 minutes and i would completely agree. it’d end up with both of us devouring chipotle or some shit

if i’m having a bad day:

JOSHUA - any other time i think we would be evenly matched tbh. bUt, if for some reason i’m a lil off, he would take that chance. i would get a few good punches in, but ultimately he would come up victorious by like beating me with a bible. my only weakness :((

DK - we would fOR SURE be an even match every other day. i would be talking shit the day before and when the time finally come i would bitch our, but oH no!!! nOt hiM!! i would take that beating too because i deserve it. thank you dk

would beat the fuck outta me:

JEONGHAN - y’all already know this. he looks passive aggressive or full aggressive mOst of the time. he’s supes chill and stuff, but when the time comes no ma’am. he would literally rOck my shit bro. i would be down after one throw, one hair flip, one fuCKING GLARE. i don’t play, so i wouldn’t try. won’t happen again father jeonghan, i’m sorry

WOOZI - he looks small and cute, but he is full of absolute rAge dude. i would be the one to egg him on and he would unleash a fuckin kraken. we’re the same height, so he has good access to important and easily damageable parts of my body. i would never even attempt. thank you, good night

THE8 - he can do flips and shit i am nOt going to even joke around with this. he would end me before we even started fighting by insulting my lack of style and overall personality??? he would make me lose my shit and i sTILL would risk it all for him. he holds that kind of power. i only pray to minghao

DINO - highkey same thing as everyone else in this category. they look cute and fluffy, but they’re hiding a beAST under all of that. he could trick me by acting defenseless and giving me the upper hand and i would then wake up in a hospital not remembering anything from 5 years ago. no, no, no, i will not play with my life like that

thank you for coming to my tedxtalk. i will be hosting a cookout with all of the members to see if my predictions are true and you’re all invited. byom (bring your own medkit) 😌✨

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - Yamper and Boltund

835: Yamper

Aww, I got my corgi Pokemon!! And I like it quite a bit as is. Corgis definitely feel like one of those animals that are hard to design a Pokemon around since they're pretty much just Dwarf Dogs. But I'll take it as an electric-type with lots of sparky energy to it. I love that its body is almost just a sausage with feet. Hardly even legs, just feet. That's funny, hehe.

I adore that goofy face it has too. Just a pure happy puppy smile, but with a wider grin than anything else in this dang game. And it even has a heart on its butt! Just like on a lot of corgis! It's neck ruff even “sparks” and “jolts' when it runs, as if the act of running just sets off electric energy from its body. Yeah, it's a cutie with little else to it, but I have a soft spot for it!

Personal Score: 8/10

836: Boltund

...Which only makes Boltund here puzzle me. You would think for max appeal points, Yamper would just stay a corgi but instead it evolves into... I'm not exactly sure. Is it supposed to be a Lab now? I don't know! It's just DOG dot PEE-EN-GEE! I feel bad for repeating complaints but this mistake keeps coming up, what exactly is the point of Boltund in the larger Pokemon universe? What design-wise niche is it filling, exactly?

Electric dog? We already have Manectric though... and while I'm not WILD about Manectric it's still a far more interesting dog monster than Boltund. Is there anything else to its design? I guess if you feel like Manectric's color scheme is a little too bold for you, Boltund has you covered....??? But there's so many electric types that are black and yellow. Hell, Manectric's SHINY is black and yellow! So yeah. Manectric kinda already has Boltund covered. While you can argue Electrike is just as much a fill-in for Yamper, at least Yamper is a representative of a popular breed of dog, so if nothing else at least corgi fans will like Yamper but may not necessarily be a fan of Electrike.

While it wouldn't be impossible, if you like Manectric already, what does Boltund have to it that would impress any Manectric fan? Nothing I can really point out, really. I guess if you just found Manectric's design just a little too crazy out there to enjoy and you needed Boltund to keep things just a little more grounded. But at that point I have to wonder what you're playing Pokemon for if you don't like eccentric, highly fantastical animal designs.

In fact, what about a fairly grounded dog? We already got plenty of those. The whole Lillipup line, Houndour and Houndoom, Growlithe and Arcanine, Rockruff (and Lycanroc's Day form too, arguably), Furfrou, even some of the Eeveelutions. So many dang dogs! Even among them, Boltund just doesn't stand out to me.

Yamper didn't even NEED to stay a corgi. Dog Pokemon have shifted breeds before, so why not let one English herding dog evolve into another, like a Shetland or a Collie? Personally speaking, a shetland is pretty up there as far as dog breeds I want made into Pokemon go!

Personal Score: 4/10

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#Pokemon #Yamper #Boltund #Pokemon Reviews

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mxnark · 5 years

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life is never too ruff!

ft. @floverrk!

mina used to never be much of a people person. perhaps it was because of the mindset she forced herself to be in, but back then, the thought of having people connect with her sounded almost impossible. animals, on the other hand, were the only things that she would let become her friends under no circumstances. all that matters is that they did not want to kill her and that they were adorable (her definition of adorable in terms of animals is literally anything but bugs).

she’s obviously changed since then. nowadays, she likes talking to lots of people because it helps her from not feeling so lonely all the time. but even if she likes talking to people a little more now, there is no denying that she’ll always prefer animals better. whenever she wants to not focus on her schoolwork, she’ll distract herself with either her favorite youtubers or the instagram accounts with the cute cats, dogs, hedgehogs, otters, etc. there’s no denying that sh has a weakness and it’s obviously that.

so it’s no surprise to have her looking in absolute awe at two adorable dogs walking down the sidewalk. she couldn’t help but just stand and stare at those cuties. the longer she looked at them, the more she fell in love with them. honestly, if she were to look at herself staring at them right now, she’d probably force herself to snap out of it. but she isn’t doing that... not yet, anyway.

#floverrk #hope this is ok!!#t; life is never too ruff!

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luverofsupernatural · 5 years

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Parties are Always Ruff

I wrote some fluff. I had originally planned to write more, but I think this is good as is, for now. (Follows after Dog Days of Summer and Puppy Love )

Henrik has had Mia for a couple of months now. It’s Christmas time, and he’s been invited to the Brody’s annual Christmas party. Seems like a good excuse to see family, and for them all to finally meet Mia.

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Henrik made the trek up to his hometown. Mia was doing so good. Her makeshift car seat providing a cozy place for her to lay down. Hopefully she would have the energy to meet other people. She was getting so much better at it too. Of course she had her reservations, but at least Chase's crazy Christmas bash was only for tonight. Everything would be quieter at Jackie's the rest of the week.

The pair finally pulled onto the street and found a place on the curb at the edge of Chase's property. It was a bigger party than he'd originally thought. Henrik looked back at Mia. He was expecting a small gathering, but this... Maybe this was too much. The thought to just turn and leave came to the front of his mind. But he'd also made a promise to his brothers. This was the year he would finally make it and not spend his night in the ER. It would have been easy to say no, saved him a trip too, but he did miss them, and wanted them to meet Mia.

Pressing his hands into the steering wheel and back into his seat, he knew his decision. “Alright Mia,” hand headed towards his seat belt, “you ready?” Her head poked out of the box. A small yawn brimming her lips. Henrik smiled at her as he stepped out. Circle the car, and then he opened up her side. Paws were already hanging over the edge expectantly. He picked her up and plooped her onto the ground, making sure that he grabbed the leash dragging behind her. The air was cold, but not too chilly for the doctor. Though, the snow on the ground may have added to the icy feeling.

Mia started moving about, nose down in the white fluff, leaving tiny paw prints behind. Making loops and crossing all over. “What is it???” His voice was getting higher. Her tail started doing that little stutter that was her wag. “What is that stuff??” At the sound of his question, Mia lifted up her snoot, sending some tiny crystals flying into the air. Some of them landed further back on her face, making her jump back a little.

“You’re so adorable.” Henrik lunged down towards her face and flopped her ears a bit. The flakes that had stuck to her were starting to melt off. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” Henrik locked up his car, let her have a chance to do some business, and stepped up to the doorstep.

Laughter could be heard through the walls. It was lively, bouncing... sounded... fun. One last look down at Mia. She was staring right back up at him, white paws and all, tail swishing back and forth as fast as her body would let her. Three taps on the door. A beat or two, then the sound of mechanisms. A crack of light, an ugly Christmas shirt, and a floppy Santa hat that hung over in front of a blonde mess. “HEEYY!!” Chase raised an arm up, and braced him into a slap-kind-of-hug-greeting. After a sufficient patting, he reeled back onto the door, a bit off-balance. “AnD YOu Brought MIA!!” Mia’s feet danced. She was getting really excited. Looks like she wanted to say hi to him. “COme on In, Come on,” Chase beckoned. Henrik stepped inside, Mia following right behind. It felt so warm inside. The doctor closed the door while Chase bent down to play with Mia, the little pup scampering around his hand. It was looking like tonight he would finally enjoy a Christmas. “Can’t Believe you have such a CUtie Bro!!” Licks. Mia was licking him now. Both of them could have fun.

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Also part of my 100 prompt challenge, this was prompt 87: “you’re so adorable”

taglist: @alvie-ashgrove, @sadcat5555, @sayrvespen, @shut-your-loomp

#fluff #jacksepticeye egos #jse egos #henrik schneeplestein #chase brody #jacksepticeye fanfiction #writersofjack #my writing #100 prompt challenge #sapphirerubywrites #dog #puppy #dog love

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talesofwight · 6 years

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Not my usual kind of post here, but I got stuck right in to the MHW side of the crossover. Behemoth is super hard, but really rewarding when you kill him! A lot of work went into making the armour/weapon from XIV really work in the MHW universe too. It’s tight as heck y’all.

Plus MHW Ruff sure is a cutie.

#not ffxiv #technically not ffxiv #but still kinda ffxiv #mhw #monster hunter world #behemoth #ooc

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thegameison97 · 6 years

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Former Avenger Turned Actress: Part 10 // The Thanksgiving Blessing

A/N: Hello! *waves*

So, here’s more of “Former Avenger Turned Actress”! 🎉

NOTE: X-Men related stuff is featured in this chapter. I don’t really know much about X-Men because I haven’t watched any of the movies, so forgive me if anything isn’t accurate. I mean, I have read a bit of X-Men fanfiction and have done a tiny bit of research, but not enough to where I’m an expert. But you do remember that Charles Xavier is Y/N’s adoptive father (look back through part 7), and I thought it was about time for him to make an appearance (along with some other surprise MARVEL characters).

And also, I’m so sorry it’s taken me FOREVER to publish another part for this story. What’s it been? Almost a year? ☺️

Anyway, here’s a bit of a Thanksgiving-ish themed part! 😁 (Perfect timing, right? 😉)

Enjoy! 😘

Former Avenger Turned Actress Master-Post

2 months later, Mark & Sarah’s wedding…

“You happy for your Mummy and Daddy?” Y/N cooed to Mark and Sarah’s eight month old daughter, Isabella, as she held her in her arms. The little girl herself giggled back in response as Y/N tickled underneath her chin while they sat at a table, watching as Mark and Sarah slow danced.

“She is just adorable.” Wanda grinned from where she sat across from Y/N and Isabella.

“Getting any ideas, Wanda?” Gen raised an eyebrow, nudging Wanda in the side as she sat next to her.

“Pft, no.” Wanda rolled her eyes. “My life is way too zaneprázdnený for that.”

“Zanepr– what?” Gen questioned, tilting her head slightly.

“Busy.” She clarified. “Sorry, I slip back into Slovak sometimes without realizing.”

“Oh.” Gen nodded slowly before turning her head slightly to look back at Y/N as she continued to make faces at Isabella. “Someone else might be getting ideas, though.”

“What was that, Gen?” Y/N asked, glancing Gen and Wanda’s way.

“Oh nothing.” Gen quickly waved her off just as Jared, Sebastian and Osric made their way back to the table with drinks in their hands.

“The champagne cavalry has arrived.” Osric announced with a grin, sitting down next to Wanda before handing her one of the glasses of champagne he held.

“Thank you, miláčik (darling).” Wanda smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek.

“Oh, the Osanda feels are too much.” Jared groaned over-dramatically, plopping down in his seat on the other side of Gen before sliding her a glass of champagne.

“Can you really have too much of a good thing, though?” Sebastian questioned, sitting down next to Y/N before shooting a wink at Wanda and making her giggle.

“I don’t know, Balthienna. You tell me.” Jensen said as he walked up to the table, making Y/N laugh at the mention of her and Sebastian’s tv ship name. He then looked and smiled at Y/N as she held Isabella. “Why don’t I take her for a bit?”

“You sure?” Y/N raised an eyebrow as Isabella began reaching for Jensen.

“Yeah.” He waved off as he took Isabella into his arms, smiling at said little girl. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

Y/N smiled at the two before turning back to face where Sebastian was sitting next to her. She took a quick sip of her champagne before setting the glass back down on the table. “Care to dance, Seb?”

“I would love to, darling.” He smirked at her, downing what was left of his champagne before taking Y/N’s hand as they then made their way out to the dance floor where a few other couples were dancing.

“So…” Sebastian began as he gave Y/N a little twirl, her long red and floral print dress twirling with her before Sebastian brought her back towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “We have a few more scenes to shoot come Monday and Tuesday.”

“We do.” Y/N nodded in agreement as one of her hands slid down his arm to grab his hand and intertwine their fingers as they continued to dance. “Then it’s off to New York.”

“Yes, yes.” Sebastian smiled slightly as they swayed a little. “Thanksgiving dinner with superheroes.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

Back over at the table, Gen watched Y/N throw her head back in laughter as she and Sebastian danced.

Gen sighed as she watched the duo, smiling as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. “Those two are adorable.”

“Babe, we’re adorable.” Jared defended.

Gen just rolled her eyes playfully. “True, but it’s still nice to admire other people’s adorability from time-to-time.”

“Like this little cutie.” Jensen chuckled as he held Isabella up in the air, making her giggle as he tickled her sides.

“Come on, I want to hold her.” Wanda grinned, motioning for Jensen to hand her the little girl.

“You’re just getting all sorts of attention tonight.” Osric teased as Wanda took Isabella into her arms, said little girl staring in awe as little tendrils of Wanda’s red magic swirled up around her before erupting into tiny little sparkles. Isabella giggled, clapping in response.

“Okay, that was pretty cool.” Jared admitted, both his and Gen’s eyes slightly wide.

Osric grinned. “That’s my girl.”

Later that evening…

“Thank you so much for coming.” Sarah smiled, hugging Y/N as they stood out front where people saying goodbye before heading home.

“It was no problem. We had a great time.” Y/N smiled back as they pulled away from each other. “And again, congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Sarah giggled, not being able to wipe the smile off her face.

“Ready to go, darling?” Sebastian enquired, walking up to them after having said goodbye to Mark.

“I think so.” Y/N nodded, looking inside her clutch purse to be sure she hadn’t forgotten her phone before looking back up. “Be sure to tell Mark I said bye and we’ll see him again when he gets back up to Vancouver for filming.”

“Of course.” Sarah smiled with a bod, waving goodbye to the couple as they walked off towards their car.

“Wanda and Osric seemed to run out of there pretty quickly.” Sebastian stated as they both got in the car, Sebastian starting it up.

“Yeah.” Y/N nodded as she buckled her seatbelt before they began driving down the road. “Wanda pulled me aside and said something came up and she had to get back to New York tonight.”

“Hope everything’s alright.” He commented as he put on the turn signal.

“Classified mission stuff I shouldn’t really talk about.” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t really even know much of it myself.”

Sebastian just nodded slowly. “Well, we’ll be seeing all of them again soon enough anyway.”

Y/N nodded, smiling. “You know, this’ll be the first actual holiday where you yourself will get to see how it actually goes with the team.”

“Can’t wait.” He chuckled, as they turned on to the street where his house was.

“Oh, I wouldn’t speak so soon, mon amour (my love).” Y/N winked at Sebastian as he pulled into the driveway. “Hopefully this year no one will have to watch Clint actually shoot the turkey with an arrow.”

“What?” He asked, surprised as turned the car off before turning to look at Y/N.

“Yeah, holidays with the team can get weird.” Y/N nodded as she opened the car door. “Sometime I’ll have to tell the story of Loki and the incident with the dancing Christmas trees.”

With that Y/N got out of the car, shutting the door behind her and leaving Sebastian to sit there and wonder about what she just said.

“…What have I gotten myself into?” He muttered to himself after a moment before just shaking his head, taking the keys out of the ignition and getting out of the car himself to join Y/N as she waited for him at the front door.

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5 Days later, Thanksgiving, New York City, New York, Avengers Tower…

“Do you ever get tired of people only talking to you when they need your help?” Sebastian question as he, Y/N and Balthazar all stood in the elevator as they headed up to the main lounge floor of Avengers Tower.

“No, Mr. Roché.” JARVIS replied, answering what seemed to be Sebastian’s 100th question since he and Y/N had entered the elevator, their furry Golden Retriever in tow.

“Are you sure?” Sebastian tilted his head slightly.

“I aim to serve, Mr. Roché.” The AI responded.

Y/N giggled, shaking her head at the interaction.

“What do you think, Balthazar?” Y/N asked, reaching down slightly and scratching behind one of the dog’s ears. “Do you think Sebby’s asking too many questions?”

“Ruff!” The dog barked in response, his tail thumping against the floor of the elevator.

Sebastian just rolled his eyes at the two just before the elevator doors slid open, letting them walk out into the hallway that lead to the main lounge area.

“I am Groot.”

A tiny voice sounded from behind them, making them spin around only to be met the sight of a tiny little baby tree humanoid creature as it stood alone in the middle of the hallway.

Y/N gasped before squealing in excitement. “Groot!”

“I am Groot!” The little creature shouted back just as excited before running at Y/N and latching onto her leg.

“What… in the hell… is that?” Sebastian questioned slowly, eyes wide as he stared down at the little creature as it climbed its way up Y/N’s body to perch on her shoulder.

“Seb, this is Groot.” Y/N introduced with a grin on her face. “He’s part of the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

Sebastian squinted in confusion. “The Who of the What?”

“They’re an intergalactic crime fighting team.” Y/N clarified. “They don’t come to Earth much. In fact, they haven’t been to Earth in a few years. Not a lot of people keep up with what they do, so that’s why they’re not talked about a whole bunch. I mean, come on, they work in space. A place very few people have ventured.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He nodded slowly.

“I am Groot.” The little creature extended his little hand out, the branch like structure extending itself towards Sebastian.

“I’m Sebastian.” Sebastian cautiously stuck one finger out at Groot, the little creature wrapping a few tiny little branches around his outstretched finger and shaking it.

“I am Groot.” The little tree creature nodded once before retracting his branched hand and hopping down off of Y/N’s shoulder and onto the floor before taking off running down the hallway with Balthazar running and barking after him.

“Groot doesn’t talk much.” Y/N explained, looping her arm through Sebastian’s as they began walking down the hallway. “And ‘I am Groot.’ is pretty much all he says.”

“How did you people even meet a group like them?” Sebastian wondered out loud.

“A story for a different day, my dear.” Y/N grinned. “Now, I should warn you: the Guardians… they’re a bit… different. And only one of them is human.”

“Darling, I just spoke with a little talking tree.” Sebastian chuckled. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so.” Y/N giggled.

Lounge…

“I do not understand the phrase ‘Gobble till you wobble.’.” Drax stated as he stood next to the kitchen counter, Natasha, Steve and Peter Quill all preparing the turkey to go into the oven. “Why would anyone put themselves through the misery of eating too much?”

“Drax, if you don’t stop, I will put this Turkey over your head.” Peter sighed.

“Why would you do that? That does–”

“You know what? Forget it.” Peter said, cutting Drax off just as Groot came running into the room with a Golden Retriever chasing after him as it barked while wagging its tail.

“Balthazar?” Wanda mumbled as her eyes followed the dog and Groot as they ran around the large couch Tony, Pepper, Bruce and Bucky were all sitting on.

“Who’s dog is that?” Gamora questioned from where she sat next to Wanda at the dining table.

“If he’s here, then that means…” Wanda trailed off just as a pair of familiar people entered the room.

“Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!” Y/N exclaimed happily.

“Y/N/N!” Pepper grinned as she stood up from the couch.

“Peps, I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” Y/N smiled as she met Pepper halfway before giving her a hug.

“Plans with my sister fell through. So, I’m here.” She explained, smiling back as they pulled away from each other. She then turned her attention towards Sebastian, giving him a kind smile. “And you must be the Sebastian I’ve been hearing so much about. I’m Pepper, Tony’s girlfriend.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Sebastian returned the smile, shaking her hand.

She nodded. “Likewise.”

“Um, excuse me.” Peter’s voice sounded.

Leaving Sebastian to talk with with Pepper, said woman bringing him over to the couch to converse with Tony, Bruce and Bucky, Y/N turned her head and grinned before rushing over and throwing her arms around Peter’s neck. “Peter ‘Star-Lord’ Quill! Oh, it’s so good to see you. God, it’s been forever.”

He chuckled, pulling away from her. “It really has been too long. Everyone’s been filling us in on stuff that’s happened since we’ve been gone. I’m sorry to hear about you losing your powers.”

“Nothing to worry about.” Y/N waved him off. “It hasn’t been that bad. Hard to adjust to at first, but I’ve managed.”

“I’ve heard, Miss TV Star.” He smirked before nodding his head, indicating to where he saw Sebastian talking with Tony and everyone over by the sofa. “That your boyfriend over there?”

“Obviously.” She grinned, glancing over at Sebastian before looking back to Peter. “Where’s Rocket?”

“Fur-ball’s shooting arrows with Clint a few floors down.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, and I think Pietro is their moving target they’re trying hit.”

“Well, that can’t go badly at all.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before looking to the dining table. “Gamora!”

Gamora smiled, standing up as Y/N walked over to where she and Wanda were.

“It’s good to finally see you again, friend.” Gamora said with sincerity as she hugged Y/N tightly.

“It’s good to see you, too. Really.” Y/N replied as they pulled away from each other. “Mantis isn’t with you guys?”

“No.” Gamora shook her head. “She decided to stay on Xandar for a while.”

“Oh, well, hopefully I can see her again sometime. Sooner rather than later.” Y/N responded before glancing around and then turning her attention to Wanda. “Where are Thor and Loki?”

“Thor is spending Thanksgiving with Jane and her family.” She replied. “And Loki decided to go up to Asgard and spend the day with Odin and Frigga.”

“Aww, and he thinks he doesn’t have a heart.” Y/N smirked at the thought of Loki spending the day with his parents. She then turned her head towards Gamora again. “I’m gonna go say hi to Drax, Nat and Steve. You should definitely go say hi to my boyfriend, Gamora. He hasn’t actually met extraterrestrials before. Well, at least not until Groot greeted us in the hall. I’m sure Seb will love you and all your green gorgeousness.”

“Oh.” Gamora nodded before a wide grin spread across her face. “Ooh, then this’ll be fun.”

“Go get him, girl.” Y/N grinned at her before turning back around and making her way over into where the kitchen was. “Drax. Nat. Steve.”

“Y/N!” Drax smiled wide before wrapping Y/N up in his arms and almost crushing her in a hug. “It has been too long.”

“Definitely too long, big guy.” She mumbled as she tapped him on the shoulder, signaling for him to set her back on the floor. Thankfully he did, letting her regain full oxygen to her lungs. “Is there anything I can help with? Thanksgiving isn’t exactly a small feat.”

“You could start with the pies.” Nat chimed in, her arm almost elbow deep inside the turkey. “All the stuff is already laid out.”

“Yes, boss.” Y/N gave her a mock salute before walking past her and touching Steve on the arm in greeting as she passed him. She glanced up for a moment to peek into the main part of the lounge and saw something kinda odd. It looked like Tony, Bruce, Pepper, Bucky and Sebastian were all kinda huddled together talking in hushed tones. And before Y/N could question anything, Bucky parted from them and walked over to where Steve was.

“Dude, come here for a second.” He whispered to Steve, said man setting down the whisk he had been holding before following after his best friend as they made their way back to the small gathering by the sofa.

Y/N tilted her head for a moment as she examined the curious scene but then shrugged and went back to making the pie crust. However, she didn’t get very far before a blue and silver blur rushed into the room and swept her off her feet.

“Pietro!” Y/N squealed before erupting into laughter as the speedster ran the two of them around the edges of the room. Groot and Balthazar started chasing after them, Groot riding atop Balthazar’s head.

“It is so good to see you again, Princessa!” Pietro grinned as he finally came to a stop back right where he had swept Y/N off her feet, Balthazar and Groot skidding to a stop right behind them.

Y/N giggled as Pietro set her back down on the floor right next to where the beginnings of the pie were. “Thanks, Piet. That’s quite the greeting, I will admit.”

“Always the best for you, Princessa.” Pietro winked st her before speeding over to where everyone was talking by the sofa.

Y/N just sighed, smiling as she shook her head before going back to making the pie crust.

“I am Groot.”

Y/N glanced down and saw Groot and Balthazar sitting on the floor by her feet. “Sorry, guys. Not until later.”

“I am Groot.” The little tree creature nodded once before he patted the top of Balthazar’s head, said dog turning back around before racing out of the room to run down the hall.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Y/N/N.” Clint greeted as he entered the room.

“What he said.” Rocket chimed in, said raccoon following behind Clint.

“Clint. Rocket.” Y/N nodded at them in greeting before turning her attention back to making the pies.

As Rocket hopped up onto the counter to observe Y/N’s work, Clint then went and made his way over to the group of people chatting by the sofa. “Hey, guys. What’s going on? This looks kinda weird.”

“Yeah, we know.” Tony replied quietly, rolling his eyes before clapping Sebastian on the shoulder. “We gotta take this guy on a little trip.”

“Where?” Clint squinted his eyes in confusion. “And why are we whispering?”

“Westchester.” Pietro told him. “And we are whispering because we do not want Y/N to hear.”

“Why?” Clint questioned.

“Oh, just shut up.” Bucky rolled his eyes before looking to Sebastian and Tony. “Pepper, Bruce, Steve, the Guardians and I will all stay here so as not to draw too much attention.”

“Sounds good.” Tony nodded. “Come on then, Speedy, Hawk and Sebastian. Looks like we’re going on a little outing.”

Putting the pumpkin pie filling into the crust as she and Natasha continued to work over in the kitchen area, Y/N just shook her head as Rocket was throwing cranberries at Peter while Drax was laughing at him.

Y/N then glanced over when she heard a slight commotion.

“We’ll be back later!” Tony announced as he basically shoved Sebastian ahead of him.

“Where the hell are you guys going?” Natasha tilted her head as she watched the men.

“We’ll be back in like two… three hours, tops.” Clint told her as he and Pietro followed after Tony and Sebastian.

Y/N opened up her mouth to say something but didn’t get the chance to talk before the four men were already out of the room.

“What the hell was that about?” Gamora muttered to Wanda, said woman shrugging like she had no idea.

“That was weird.” Y/N commented, staring at the doorway through which they had left the room before turning back to work on the pie again. “Then again, they’ve always been kinda weird. I’m sure the won’t hurt Sebastian too badly… Probably.”

*****

Hangar Bay…

“We can’t take more than three hours or else she’ll really get suspicious more than she probably already is.” Tony said as he, Sebastian, Clint and Pietro entered the hangar bay where they kept the Quinjet.

“We get to ride in that?” Sebastian enquired, pointing to the semi-small aircraft as it sat there, waiting to be flown.

“Yep.” Clint nodded in confirmation as pressed a button, the Quinjet’s ramp lowering. “And if you’re really nice, I might even let you help steer the thing.”

“Is that even legal?” Sebastian questioned as they all walked up the ramp. “It’s not like I know how to fly one of these things.”

“Don’t think so.” Clint shrugged as he sat down in one of the pilot seats. “But It sure is fun.”

“Well, color me intrigued.” Sebastian commented, gazing over all the controls and buttons up front.

“Take a seat.” Tony motioned for Sebastian to sit down in the other pilot seat next to Clint. “It’ll only take us maybe fifteen minutes by Quinjet to get there.”

“Maybe I’ll get a rematch with that knockoff Quicksilver.” Pietro crossed his arms as he sat down across from Tony. “I mean, I can understand having the same last name. Lots of people meet someone with the same last name as theirs. But the same superhero alias? That’s just a copycat.”

“Oh, let’s not start this again.” Clint groaned, raising the ramp as he started up the Quinjet.

“What exactly is he talking about?” Sebastian questioned before his eyes went slightly wide as Clint took off into the Manhattan skyline. “Woah.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool for your first time.” Clint admitted as he began to steer the jet up into the sky. “And Pietro was just talking about another speedster just like him. They kinda have a rivalry going on. Don’t even ask how it started. We’ll be here all day.”

“Fair enough.” Sebastian chuckled before directing his gaze to look out the window at all the passing buildings as they made their way out of the city and towards none other than Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Or in other words…

The X-Mansion.

*****

Inside, X-Mansion, Corridor…

“Where are Raven and Hank?” Erik asked, having just arrived for the impending Thanksgiving feast.

“They’re in the kitchen.” Charles answered as he and Erik walked down the corridor. “Raven kicked me out of the kitchen because I kept trying taste everything. So now she’s recruited Hank to help her.”

Erik nodded, not being able to help the slight smirk that crossed his face. His and Charles’s attention was then brought to the large window they were walking past. It let you see out onto the large manicured lawn of the X-Mansion. But, that was not what caught their eye. What got their attention was the not-so inconspicuous Avengers Quinjet that was landing in the center of the lawn. “What are they doing here? Do you think Y/N decided to drop in for a visit.”

“No. Y/N isn’t with them.” Charles shook his head as he stepped up to the window, using his Telepathy to try and discern what the impromptu visit was for. “However, someone else is.”

“Who?” Erik asked, tilting his head slightly as he stepped up next to Charles.

Charles closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus. It was only a moment more before a small smile came over his features and he turned to Erik. “If you’ll excuse me, I believe I have a visitor.”

Erik stood there for a moment, watching his good friend walk down the corridor and disappear around the corner before he himself then just shook his head and turned the opposite direction and continued on the way he had been going with Charles.

*****

Outside, Lawn…

“Now, don’t let him scare you.” Clint chimed in as he, Sebastian, Tony and Pietro walked down the ramp of the Quinjet and onto the lawn of the X-Men. “'Cause you you know, he can be good at that.”

“I think I’ll be okay… Probably.” Sebastian responded indeed as he took a step forward towards the giant X-Mansion.

It was kinda just now occurring to Sebastian that this was the place Y/N had grown up most of her life. In other words, her childhood home.

“Now or never.” Sebastian muttered to himself before he began walking towards the mansion again just as a set of doors opened, revealing Charles Xavier to be standing there like he had been waiting for Sebastian to arrive.

“Sebastian.” Charles gave him a kind smile in greeting. “It’s good to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise.” Sebastian nodded, shaking Charles’s outstretched hand. “Suppose it is better than the couple of times I’ve seen Y/N speak to you over Skype.”

“It is.” Charles agreed before motioning for Sebastian to walk inside. “Walk with me?”

“Of course.” Sebastian nodded before following Charles inside.

“So, what do you think?” Tony questioned, crossing his arms while he and Clint stood by the Quinjet as they watched the doors that Charles and Sebastian had walked through close.

“…I think it’ll be good.” Clint said, nodding to himself. “Sebastian’s a good man.”

“Yes, yes, that is all very nice.” Pietro rushed up in between Tony and Clint, putting his arms around their shoulders. “Now, I’m gonna go find that younger, less good looking version of me.”

“Play nice!” Tony called after Pietro, said speedster already all the way across the grounds to go and no doubt cause trouble. “Yeah, like that’ll happen.”

*****

Inside, X-Mansion, Corridor…

“Really, it is quite good that you’re here.” Charles spoke as he and Sebastian walked side-by-side along the corridor. “I’ve been trying to get Y/N to bring you here so I could meet you.”

“Yes, life has been particularly busy as of late.” Sebastian replied as he and Charles came upon a set of wooden double doors.

“So I’ve seen.” Charles nodded in understanding as he pushed the doors to his study open. “Why don’t you tell me what brings you here, Sebastian.”

“Shouldn’t you already know?” Sebastian questioned as Charles rounded the large mahogany desk in the bookshelf-lined room.

“I might be a Telepath, but it is more fun for me to watch people tell me things for themselves.” He replied, motioning for Sebastian to sit down across from him. “Please, sit.”

“I guess I can understand that sentiment.” Sebastian shrugged as he took a seat on the other side of Charles’s desk.

“Yes, well, it does get somewhat quiet around here during the holidays. So, I take the opportunity when I can get it.” Charles told him as he sat across from Sebastian. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected visit?”

“Well…” Sebastian trailed off, trying to pick out the right words. “I suppose, to put it as simply as I can, I’d like to know if you’re okay with me asking Y/N to marry me.”

Charles smiled slightly before he picked up a picture frame from his desk and turned it around to show Sebastian. “This was Y/N when she was eighteen, right before she went off to university. I hated taking this picture because it would be a reminder that she wasn’t my little girl anymore.”

Sebastian peered closer at the picture, examining Y/N from when she was younger. Her long (H/C) was cascading in waves down her back as she grinned at the camera while she sat on top of one of her packed suitcases.

“Y/N has been in my life since she was seven years old.” Charles’s voice broke Sebastian out of his own thoughts. “I never married, so Y/N was my top priority. She always will be.”

“I can understand that.” Sebastian nodded as he watched Charles place the picture frame back where it had been before standing up from the desk and walking to a set of glass doors that opened up onto a balcony that overlooked the massive lawn of the X-Mansion.

“When Y/N contacted me and told me about losing her powers last year, I was worried for her.” Charles continued as Sebastian stood up from the desk to come and join him out on the balcony. “I told her that maybe she should come back here and stay with me again for a while. Do you know what she told me?”

“What did she tell you?” Sebastian asked curiously before looking back out at the lawn and watching as both Quicksilvers raced around.

“She wanted to make her own way in life.” Charles answered. “I mean, after she had gone off to be with the Avengers, it’s like she had gained something she never could’ve had here with the X-Men. That’s not to say she completely rejected us. Not at all. She just found a better outlet for herself. A better way to use the ability that had been forced upon her years beforehand. Anyway, after that had been taken away from her, she wanted to try something new. She wanted to figure it out for herself. That opportunity arose when she met your friend Jared. And now I get to see her be happy while fighting fake monsters on tv.”

“It is a unique experience.” Sebastian admitted, wondering if Charles was going to answer his question.

Charles smirked internally, knowing just exactly what him not answering the question was doing to Sebastian. He didn’t need Telepathy for that.

“You know, after I brought Y/N to live with me, and to make everything legal, her last name was changed to Xavier for a while. But then she changed it back to Y/L/N after she turned eighteen.” Charles informed him. “That was fine. I didn’t mind. If I had been her, I probably would’ve done the same. She’ll always be my Y/N. I mean, she is the most important person in my life to me. And… I believe you are becoming that for hers.”

“That really means a lot to hear.” Sebastian told Charles, glancing at him. “Truly.”

“I’m glad.” Charles nodded, glancing at Sebastian. “That’s why my answer is yes. And I appreciate you asking me.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded, shaking Charles hand once more before both of them turned back towards the lawn just in time to see Peter Maximoff stop and extend his leg and trip Pietro, making Clint and Tony burst out laughing as they watched.

“Cheater!” Pietro shouted.

Charles rolled his eyes before looking back to Sebastian. “Shall I show you out? I could introduce you to a few friends on our way.”

“Lead the way.” Sebastian nodded, motioning for Charles to go first.

*****

New York City, New York, Inside, Avengers Tower, Lounge…

“How’s it coming?” Natasha asked as Y/N was bent over, looking into the oven.

“Looks good.” Y/N replied, standing back up straight and closing the oven door. “Pies should be done in like ten minutes. Seems like the last thing to come out of the oven will be the turkey.”

“I feel bad for Jane and her family.” Peter Quill commented from where he sat at the dining table by Wanda, Gamora, Rocket and Drax. “They’d have to get like three turkeys. One for them and two for Thor.”

“I wish I could object.” Steve chuckled as he stirred the mashed potatoes. “But that’s actually pretty accurate.”

“What’s accurate?” Clint asked as he entered the room.

“Thor eating two turkeys every Thanksgiving.” Bucky responded as he brought out the pumpkin pie from the fridge to set it on the kitchen island.

“He gives a whole new meaning to the term 'Goldie Locks’.” Tony pointed out as he and Sebastian entered the lounge, Pietro rushing right past them before swiping the pumpkin pie off the kitchen island and bringing it to place on the dining table in front of Drax and Rocket. Little Groot emerged from behind the giant bowl of cranberry sauce to stare in awe at the yummy looking pie.

“Ruff!” Balthazar barked from where he sat under the table on top of Wanda’s feet.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I made you a blueberry and unseasoned turkey pie.” Y/N called to her dog from where she stood in the kitchens “There’s no sugar, so it’s good for you.”

Sebastian chuckled as he walked over to stand next to Y/N, kissing her on the temple before peering over her shoulder at the dressing/stuffing she was making. “Everything smells delicious, ma chérie.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin at the close proximity Sebastian was standing next to her. Even after almost a year of dating, he still managed to make her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

It wasn’t until a while later as everyone was sitting around the dining table; Balthazar enjoying his dog-safe blueberry and unseasoned turkey pie, and little Groot walking across the table and taking a tiny bite of something off everyone’s plates, that Sebastian realized just exactly how much he was sure of what he wanted to ask Y/N in the next month or so.

“Happy Thanksgiving, mon amour.” Y/N whispered as she leaned over, pecking Sebastian on the cheek before she was drawn into another conversation with Bruce and Tony.

Sebastian smiled at her before turning back to his plate that little Groot has just grabbed a cranberry from.

Yeah, he was definitely sure.

A/N: There ya go! 😁

This didn’t turn out exactly how I had originally planned, and I’m sorry if it wasn’t that great. BUT, I still hope you enjoyed it a little. 🙂

I’m really happy that Sebastian is wanting to marry Y/N. 💕 I hope you are, too! ❤️

Anyway, I hope to work on the next chapter soon. But, you all know what today it is.

So…

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! 🦃

Until next time! 😘

💋 Love always, ~Maddy

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