#super junior oneshot

[moncherijoie]

Glad to find someone writing for suju😩 Can you write a fluff of Donghae surprising you for your first mother's day?

𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑬

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓮

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏★

Donghae had been planning something special for your first Mother's Day for weeks. He had his friends and family to help him with ideas for his surprise. As the day approached, Donghae's excitement grew, wanting to see your reaction.

On Mother's Day morning, Donghae woke up early, keeping quiet around the house to avoid waking you up. He prepared your favorite dishes and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

When you finally came out from the bedroom. Holding your 6 month old son, you was suprised to see what Donghae had done.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Donghae walked over and hugged you. "Happy first Mother's day to you my love. I wanted to make it special for you."

He kissed your forehead as you couldn't help but cry. Thankful that he had done all this just for you.

"Baby thank you so much. I'm so hungry now.." You took a seat and Donghae took your son from your hands. "I'll watch him just enjoy your food."

You will never forget this day in your heart. You couldn't help but smile knowing Donghae did all this for you. You chose the right partner for life.

Donghae leaves for a minute then comes back with a small photo book. "When did you make this?" You asked as you flipped through the pages. You couldn't eat as you got emotional again. It was filled with pictures from the day you found out you were pregnant.

To the day you found out your baby was a boy.

To the day you held your son for the first time.

And the rest being your son's early months in this world. "Donghae you didn't need to do all this now I'm gonna just cry all day.." Donghae walks over to you and kiss your lips.

"I made it last night. Something we can cherish for years."

You realized how lucky you was to have Donghae by your side. You enjoyed the rest of the morning in the warmth of your loving loving husband and cooing baby. You couldn't be more happier.

[kleo1504]

Dogs in the Snow [Park Jung Soo - Leeteuk x FemOC Freya]

A short fanfic with a female OC.

Featuring K-Actor Hong Jong Hyun and SUPER JUNIOR's leader Leeteuk (Park Jung Soo).

Freya waves to the armchair by the fireplace to invite him to sit down.  

Hong Jong Hyun, South Korean actor she befriended half a year ago, takes a seat with his typical bright teeth wolf like smile. He’s the very embodiment of fitness and good nature. And also a player and thief of hearts. Freya would never think she will find a common ground with such a man but Jong Hyun’s cheerful spirit is difficult to fight. He decided to become friends with her and so that happened. His stubbornness can match her own. After all what happened she couldn’t deny the little spark of joy from his visit.  

“What brings you here, Jong Hyun?” Freya asks as she is pouring tea into delicate tea cups. This isn’t her house. It belongs to Victoria, Freya’s sister who got married to Cha Hak Yeon, leader of South Korean group VIXX. Their marriage is a happy one and Victoria is currently overflowing with health and good spirit from her pregnancy. She will soon give birth to three children! Nobody could doubt Hak Yeon’s prolificacy. And his generosity and care were undeniable as well. Shortly after the marriage Hak Yeon purchased a piece of land in a prominent part of Seoul and he personally participated in designing the new house to be built there for his wife and future family. It’s all finished now. And Victoria made sure to turn the place into a proper home and aristocratic mansion by hiring servants. Victoria and Freya are from a very old noble family originating in Rigantona. Victoria was born to become a real mistress of a large mansion, she was supposed to marry a noble man from an old respectable family and live the life of a true lady. However Victoria was never a gentle and weak soul and she chose her own path and married an idol from the far east.  

When Freya was struck with another misfortune, Victoria and Hak Yeon insisted on her coming to Seoul and living in their house.  

“How are you feeling, Freya?” Jong Hyun asks and he watches her carefully. Her hands are slightly shaking while pouring the tea. She is dressed in white – long white silken tunic with silver embroidery and soft white loose fit trousers. She’s wearing a flexible wide white band on her head putting her long wavy dark brown hair away from her baby blue eyes. Jong Hyun is worried in his mind. When he met Freya for the first time, she was already slender and her eyes were lifeless like the eyes of a porcelain doll. Jong Hyun could see she was even more bony and lifeless now. She looked pale and sick, sad and joyless.  

Freya puts the teapot down and hands him one of the cups. She takes the other and sits in an armchair next to him. “How would you expect for me to feel, Jong Hyun?” Freya inhales sharply and sips from the cup.  

“I don’t know, to be frank. You are a mysterious woman, Freya.” Jong Hyun bends and rubs the head of one of Hak Yeon’s dogs. He’s got three of them, male Rottweilers named after VIXX’s albums – Kratos, Zelos and Hades. They were a gift from Freya's other sister, veterinarian Calliope. Jong Hyun could never tell the dogs apart but Hak Yeon loved them as if they were his children and could recognise them easily in the dark.  

“I keep no secrets from you.” Freya reacts openly.  

“Then tell me this: Do you eat regularly?”  

Her hand freezes in the middle of a move and she shuts her eyes. Her lips bitterly curve. “Is this why you came? To criticise and lecture me like everybody else in this house already does?” Freya opens her eyes and gives Jong Hyun a sharp stare.  

“Of course not, Freya! I’m just worried about you…”  

“There is no need for that. You’re not responsible for me, Jong Hyun.”  

“What is it, Freya? Tell me what is troubling you?” Jong Hyun refuses to give up. When they became friends they promised absolute honesty to each other. They promised to always be true to each other, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. Jong Hyun counts on that now. He hopes for Freya to keep her word and tell him the truth.  

Freya sighs and puts the tea cup on a table. Her hand shakes a bit and the tea gets spilt on the surface. She moans and wants to pick a napkin to wipe it but Jong Hyun is faster.  

“I got it. Relax, Freya.” He says and cleans the table.  

Freya makes an annoyed noise and she leans back deeper into the armchair. She is chafing her hands. They look normal but Jong Hyun knows everything about what happened. “This happens all the time now. I’m so useless!” Freya nearly whispers, her voice is angry.  

“Don’t say that. You are not useless. You are the smartest person I know.” Jong Hyun grabs her hand and squeezes it lightly to assure her about his support. “It will get well soon. This isn’t a permanent state.”  

“That’s the trouble, Jong Hyun. It is permanent.”  

“I know you lost a lot…”  

“I lost everything. Completely everything, Jong Hyun. And I’m exhausted. I’m just… so tired, Jong Hyun. I feel like I have lived several lives already. I have no more energy. All I want is to fall asleep and never wake up.”  

Jong Hyun inhales sharply and squeezes her hand harder as she gets frightened. “Freya!”  

“Calm down,” Freya waves her hand and shakes head. “I’m not going to try to kill myself. Not again. I won’t put my sisters through that again. However I have no intention to fight. I’m done fighting. I have learned my lesson and I know I can’t win.”  

“Freya, don’t talk like that. I hate to see you like this.”  

“Broken? But that’s how I feel. I have to be honest with you, remember? And to answer your question, no, I don’t eat regularly. I have no appetite. Victoria and Hak Yeon are trying but… I appreciate their care. I wish I could show more gratitude.”  

“I’m sure they don’t expect your gratitude. They love you and want you to be happy.”  

“They will be disappointed then.” Freya retorts and slips her hand out of his grip.  

Jong Hyun wishes to cheer her up. This woman experienced too much bad luck in her life. She deserves to be happy, she deserves to feel joy and to find a new meaning of life. Unfortunately he can’t figure out how to achieve that. “Freya, come for a walk with me.”  

“What?”  

“Let’s take the dogs for a walk, what do you think? I know a park nearby. Fresh air will give you some appetite.”  

“Jong Hyun… I have no mood for people.”  

“It’s -10°C and 9 in the evening. I will be surprised if we meet one or two desperate dog walkers out there. Come on, Freya. Let’s go for a walk like in Cornwall. Hmm? Do me the favour, Freya.”  

Freya looks into his eyes. It’s difficult to say no to this man. He’s got a certain boyish charm, the untainted and little bit naive soul. Freya has been through too much and she lost this kind of cheerful spirit. However she would never be so cruel to crush the joy in somebody else. She nods lightly. “Very well, Jong Hyun. I will dress warmly, give me ten minutes.” She stands up followed by him.  

Jong Hyun brightens up immediately. “Take your time. Where do you keep leashes for these beasts?” He asks while rubbing the three dogs again.  

“They hang in the hall by the coats. Excuse me.” Freya leaves and walks up the stairs. She enters her bedroom and changes into thick white velvet trousers and a long white turtleneck. She makes sure to cover the hideous scar on her neck. She goes to the main hall, Jong Hyun is already waiting there with excited Rottweilers tugging the leashes. Hak Yeon is standing next to him.  

“Freya! I’m glad you go for a walk but don’t stay out for long. It’s freezing, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Hak Yeon grabs a long white coat with fake black fur on it’s collar and bottom rim and on the sleeve rim. He holds it for Freya and then hands her a fake black fur hat. She puts it on her head and reaches black leather gloves.  

“I will come back soon, Hak Yeon. Don’t worry.” She takes one leash from Jong Hyun and they walk out the house.  

The weather is truly cold. The snow is cracking under their feet as they walk. Street lamps make the ice crystals sparkle like glitters. Jong Hyun grabs the two leashes in one hand and offers Freya an arm for her to hook in it. She smiles mildly and does as he wants.  

“It’s not over, you gotta know that.” He pronounces with a calm reassuring voice. “You can still be happy.”  

Freya cringes. “I admire your optimism but I have no intention to pursue happiness any more. Some people are born for happiness like my sister and some are born to…” Freya cuts the sentence and shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to discuss this. Would you mind changing the topic?”  

“Of course not! What would you like to talk about?”  

Freya looks at him with serious eyes. “Have you heard from Isis?” She asks shyly.  

Jong Hyun smirks. “Now it’s my turn for hurtful conversation, I see.”  

“We don’t have to talk about her, if you don’t want to.” Freya assures him promptly.  

“It’s okay. There is nothing much to say. I have sent her many emails with no response from her.” Jong Hyun refers to Freya’s sister who is an explosive expert serving in the army. She is in Afghanistan at the moment together with her two explosive sniffing dogs, Malinois shepherds called Fenris and Cerberos. Jong Hyun met her in Cornwall last September and he fell in love with her unexpectedly. Unfortunately he made a fatal mistake and vexed her a great deal. She didn’t let him explain and apologise and left for Afghanistan. He sends her emails ever since, trying to explain, to apologise, to gain her trust back. However Isis hasn't replied to a single mail he sent. She ignores him and that hurts Jong Hyun. He misses her still. He never felt anything like this to any woman before. It’s confusing.  

“She is in the mountains with poor connection.”  

“I doubt that there wasn’t a single opportunity to write to me back during those months, Freya. But thanks for trying. I have to accept the reality. She will never forgive me.”  

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you two.”  

They arrive at the park and unleash the dogs to let them run freely. Jong Hyun pulls a tennis ball out of his pocket and throws it to the dogs for them to fetch it. They run after it but only one of them catches it first and gives it back to Jong Hyun. Freya has a thick rope with her and gives it to the other two dogs. They start to pull the two ends of it and they growl fiercely. It’s obvious they are just playing but for any stranger it might look dangerous. The park is abandoned and quiet, Jong Hyun was right about the time and weather being unsuitable for most people to go outside. Freya truly can breathe free now.  

Suddenly they hear high pitched barking and a cute little white dog wearing a coat runs towards the Rottweilers. They notice it and stop playing with the toys and run to the little dog barking deeply and fiercely. Freya senses trouble because her dogs look terrifying and the owner of the little dog might get a wrong impression.  

“Shimkung!” Freya and Jong Hyun hear a male voice.  

“Kratos, Zelos, Hades! Stop!” Freya calls with a strong authoritative voice and the Rottweilers stop on the spot. “Sit!” Freya orders and the dogs obey.  

The little white dog arrives and barks at the Rottweilers and jumps with excitement.  

Freya comes closer. “Look at you! Where is your owner, little one?” Freya takes off one of her gloves, bends down and lets the little dog sniff her hand. It licks her fingers and wigs its tail. “Come to me.” Freya picks the dog up into her arms.  

“Shimkung! Where are you? Come to daddy! Shimkung!”  

“We are here!” Jong Hyun calls and they can see a man running to them. The Rottweilers get alerted and stand up ready to protect their mistress.  

“Oh thank God! Shimkung!” The man approaches Freya, his eyes fixed to the dog in her arms. The Rottweilers growl to warn him and he stops looking at them concerned. “Dear, dear!”  

“Don’t worry, they don’t bite.” Jong Hyun puts the Rottweilers on leashes. “Well, technically they do bite, they are guard dogs but they only act on special command, so you are safe.” Jong Hyun ads with a smirk. “Come here, boys.” He pulls the dogs to the side. “Hey! I know you!” Jong Hyun calls as he recognises the man. “You’re Park Jung Soo!”  

The man smiles kindly and a dimple appears on his cheek. “That’s correct. Nice to meet you.” He shakes hands with Jong Hyun.  

“I’m Hong Jong Hyun and this is Dr. Freya Arran.”  

Jung Soo bows to Freya and she gives him his dog. “How do you do, sir?”  

“Thank you for finding my little girl.” Jung Soo cuddles his dog lovingly.  

“It’s nothing, really.” She turns to Jong Hyun. “We should go back.”  

“True, Hak Yeon will kill me if you catch a cold.” Smiles Jong Hyun.  

“Cha Hak Yeon?” Asks Jung Soo. “VIXX leader?”  

“Yes, he’s my brother-in-law. It was a pleasure to meet you, Park Jung Soo. Have a nice evening.” Freya hooks her arm into Jong Hyun’s again and they walk slowly back towards home.  

“Goodnight, miss Arran!” Jung Soo calls.  

“You have no idea who he is, right?” Giggles Jong Hyun as they are out of Jung Soo’s sight.  

“Should I know him?”  

“Park Jung Soo, or Leeteuk by his stage name, is a Super Junior leader. He’s a living legend in kpop.” Explains Jong Hyun.  

“Good for him. But I don’t know what you expect from me.”  

“I was just saying, nothing more. He seemed enchanted by you, by the way.”  

Freya frowns at Jong Hyun. “Nonsense. Why do you always make such wild stories up?”  

“I’m not making it up. Didn’t you notice how he stared at you?”

“That’s ridiculous. I wish you would stop saying such things, it’s very inappropriate.”

“You start talking like a Downton Abbey character again.” Moans Jong Hyun.

[inspired-by-the-music]

Maybe I noticed you first, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Maybe before you sketched your first portrait of me, I wrote my first song about you. Maybe before you painted your first portrait of me, I hummed my first song about you.

I can’t remember the first time I saw you. You were a blurry picture at first because I only saw you through passing glances. If you caught me staring, I feared, my world would catch fire! Maybe that seems irrational now, but my fear was not baseless. My face had been burning scarlet since you appeared in one of those dull school hallways. Maybe you didn’t notice.

I remember the first time I heard you say my name, though. It happened in one of those dull school hallways. You were walking with Heechul. He tended to walk two steps ahead of you. How did you keep up with him? 

Maybe it wasn’t easy for you to keep up. You were out of breath, wheezing, when you told Heechul, “You better not tell Yesung that I like him! If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”

Smirking, Heechul stilled. You crashed into him. His smirk blossomed into a full smile as he grabbed you around to the shoulders to steady you. “Don’t kid yourself,” he said. “You couldn’t hold a grudge against me if you tried.”

The glare you shot at Heechul wasn’t even slightly intimidating. While Heechul howled with laughter, I snorted. I hid the sound by slamming my locker closed.

I don’t think you noticed. Still glaring at Heechul, you said, “I’m serious. I would be embarrassed enough if Yesung found out how much I like him. I’d be embarrassed and furious if he learned from your big mouth.”

“Hide your sketchbook a little better, then,” Heechul taunted. He reached for your little sky-blue book, but you shrank away from him. “You’ve said, what, two words to each other? Wouldn’t be embarrassing if he saw—”

Heechul stopped talking the moment you turned away from him. Hugging your sketchbook against your chest, you sped down the hallway. 

I brushed past Heechul on my walk toward you. I tried to catch up, but I don’t think you noticed. You were too far ahead. You were too quick for me.

I couldn’t catch my breath for the rest of the day. I was still breathless when I sat in my corner of the music room that afternoon. I tore a blank piece of sheet music out of my notebook, and on it I wrote my first letter to you. 

I wrote to tell you, I like you. 

And, It would be embarrassing if you knew how much I like you. 

And, Maybe it would be more embarrassing if you never knew how much I like you. 

And, Definitely it would be more embarrassing if I was too afraid to tell you how much I like you. 

And, I’ve never been shy, but I don’t know how to say the first word to you. 

And, Maybe you could show me your sketchbook sometime. 

And, Maybe I could show you my songbook sometime. 

And, I don’t mind if I’m your muse. 

And, Maybe you were mine first. 

And, I’ve written songs about the way you look from my corner of the cafeteria.

And, I’ve written songs about the way you might sound saying my name. 

And, I’ve written songs about the way I dream you might look at me if you, if I, if we—if we could walk together for a while. 

I signed it:

Yours eternally, 

Yesung

[elitadream]

As soon as I began receiving asks about Junior regarding my body swap concept a few days ago, I knew I wanted to add him in a short sequence. 💙

I've considered many different scenes in which he would be included, but there was one in particular that kept coming back to my mind, and it was the exact moment he would agree to safely lead Luigi to "Bowser" (aka Mario). In this specific scenario, he would be mostly oblivious to what's going on, and would thus show palpable mistrust towards Luigi at first, who he doesn't really know and hasn't yet opened up to. But upon seeing how distraught the poor man is, Junior would feel for him and let his guard down. 🤲

[ignitedminds27]

SUJU BARBIE POSTER

[chrissymorgan9700]

Once I Called You Lover

Luigi franticly palmed his way through the unusually darkened Koopa Kingdom and toward Koopa Castle, determined to see the king, plague of darkness be damned. Potholes the size of washtubs pitted the ground around him, nearly causing him to trip over as he grew ever closer to his destination.

Bowser was going to listen to him this time, he will make sure of it!

He just had to.

There was too much at stake if he refused now.

For him and Luigi both.

He sighed as he felt his way towards the main gate. The Koopa guards had long abandoned their posts when the fourth plague came in the form of a swarm of flopters, so there was no fear of being stopped for trespassing. Luigi knelt down and felt around the ground before finding an abandoned torch before venturing closer to the lava moat and dipping one end, lighting it. Though the darkness still obscured his view, the glow of the lava moat and his new torch allowed him to make out the extensive damage the castle took from the bob-omb sized balls of fiery hailstones from two plagues back. Chunks of obsidian stone were missing from the castle's battlements, dashed to pieces by the fiery balls of ice. Stone statues of the gargantuan Koopa we're missing limbs if not completely smashed all together. As he turned his gaze from the building, he felt his heart constrict with sympathy. Whatever damage Bowser's castle had sustained was nothing compared to the absolute devastation that his citizens' homes endured. The few he was able to see had irreparable damage, ranging from nearly being burnt to the ground to being almost crushed by an giant hailstone, or both. Many of the citizens who lost their homes had to take shelter in one of their gaming arenas, leaving the streets completely empty.

So much destruction. And for what?

He placed a hand over his face before taking a shuddering breath.

How did it come to this? He thought to himself.

What was supposed to be a simple plumbing job with Mario to "save Brooklyn" had turned into a few months of a dream turned waking nightmare. And all because of a certain king whose selfishness was going to get others even more hurt.

Including himself.

Suddenly, the castle gates were opened, causing the timid man to jump. He looked down as Kamek, the royal Magickoopa and one of Bowser's closest advisors, glared at him through his thick coke-bottle glasses.

"What do you want?" He sneered, his beak turned up in a snarl.

"I... I need to speak with Bowser," Luigi stammered, holding the light closer to himself.

Kamek scoffed, "Oh, do you now? What else could you possibly have to say, hmm? What? Was turning our only water supply into lava not enough? What about the frogs? Or our moo-moos dying? Hmm, maybe when you gave everyone shellpox?"

"Kamek-"

"Oh wait, maybe it was last time when the swaphoppers destroyed the rest of our crops after the flying balls of fiery hail burnt most of it to a crisp?"

" C'mon-"

"Let's not forget about the skeeters and flopters! Although, I might be speaking to someone else entirely, considering it's so dark here lately, I haven't been able to see my own beak in front of my face!"

Luigi went silent for a moment. He couldn't blame the elderly mage in the slightest for his anger. But the more time he spent with Kamek, the more time was running out.

"Please, Kamek," Luigi begged, "He needs to hear this. If he doesn't, this next plague will destroy us!"

Kamek paused.

He very well knew what Luigi meant by "us".

He growled.

"I swear, if any harm comes to my grandson-"

"That is what I'm trying to prevent!"

Kamek stared at the young human. When he first arrived in the Darklands, his son had just finished conquering almost all of the known kingdoms after Princess Peach rejected his marriage proposal for the last time and fled to Sarasaland, which was currently under siege. He remembered the way that Bowser's obsession of the Princess seemed to melt away in an instant after locking eyes with this green plumber. The two of them connected in a way that he had never seen before, and he could see just how much his very presence brought out the best in him. He was able to make him laugh (and a real laugh, not the hollow-sounding cackle that he adopted during his conquest), he would stay in the library and learn everything that he could about Koopa culture in order to better understand the things that Bowser held near and dear to him.

But what had really won him over was the way Luigi bonded with the Crown Prince.

If Bowser was in love with Luigi, then Junior seemed to worship the ground he walked on. Every waking moment of the day, Junior wanted to spend it with the green clad man, no matter how boring the task. And who could blame him? In the few times that Bowser kidnapped the princess, Peach would sulk in her room and refuse to let anyone inside, even to give her meals. And though she was never cruel to the poor boy (at least not intentionally) the few interactions she did allow were filled with an apathy so palpable that after a while, Junior stopped asking for her altogether.

But then Luigi arrived.

Soon, the halls were filled with the little prince's laughter as the two of them drew together, played video games, went karting around the castle courtyard, and baked delicious treats together. And with the happiness of the prince, the king's happiness was doubled.

Happiness that the scrawny human brought.

It wasn't very long until Bowser was writing love poems and ballads dedicated to literally sing his praises and three months in, he had commissioned an engagement ring for him.

What a shame that it didn't last.

Without another word, he opened the door wider for his supposed-to-be son-in-law to let him in.

"Thank you." Luigi whispered. The elder nodded his head as he passed, but not before calling his name.

"Luigi."

The green plumber turned around to face the elderly Koopa once more. The weariness from the plagues caused him to slouch and lean against the heavy door.

"Convince him. I don't know how much more of this we can take."

With a nod, Luigi ventured further into the castle, the atrium growing darker as he carried the torch inside.

Luigi breathed in the familiar scent of smoke and brimstone that permeated the castle, his heart aching. This was his home. All he had ever wanted was right here. The man of his dreams, a child to call his own. Everything that his heart desired was right inside this castle.

But the ends can't justify the means.

In the absence of the normal hustle and bustle that used to echo in these halls, the sound of a mournful piano concerto filled the air.

Bowser.

Following the sound, he walked the empty halls as memory after memory played like a broken record in his mind.

The awkward first meeting, when the Koopa spun him around in an attempt to interrogate him.

The room he was given after staying in the dungeon for all of 30 minutes before the little prince came and broke him out in order to play with him.

Their talks in the library.

The first dinner date where they talked long into the night and into the next morning.

Bonding with Junior.

Their first kiss.

The proposal.

The night they shared after.

He stopped outside the music room door, the piece nearing its end as he tried to quietly open the door to not disturb him right away. Bowser poured his heart out over the music willing the plumber to both stay rooted to his spot on the floor and to run into his arms as the crescendo rang out of the instrument and slowly began to fade, much to his dismay.

"Bravo, mio Re. Bravissimo." Luigi whispered.

The Koopa king was startled, his claws causing the piano to create a cacophony of mixed up notes. Luigi had ended up right at the base of the floating stage. He growled as he caught sight of his former lover.

"Oh, let me guess. Greenie wants me to 'let the kingdoms go'?" Bowser spoke, sarcasm lacing his words.

In the poor light, Luigi was still able to make out the king's hulking frame as he hunched over the piano keys. A golden goblet sat right on top of the piano as he paused to take a gulp from it.

"I... I was hoping to find you here."

"Get out!" He barked, chucking the half-full goblet at the voice.

Luigi quickly dodged as the cup shattered on the floor next to him, the sheer force behind that throw causing a dent in the obsidian stone floor.

"Bowser, we need to talk."

He slowly inched his way closer to the piano before Bowser let out another snarl.

"Oh really? What else do we need to talk about that we didn't discuss the last nine times you were here?"

With a heave, he got up from the piano bench and stomped past him, nearly toppling Luigi over with his spiked tail.

"Now leave. And don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Luigi breathed out a sigh as he tried to keep up with the fleeing Koopa, his gigantic strides causing him to jog to the throne room after him, torch in hand like he was in the opening ceremony for the Olympic games.

If it weren't for the situation, Luigi would have chuckled at himself.

Bowser, meanwhile, was getting agitated. The green man was the one person he most definitely didn't want to see right now. Or ever again, for that matter.

Liar. His heart seemed to reply.

He finally got to the throne room doors and tried to quickly open and close it before Luigi could follow him in. He didn't care if the room would be pitch dark. In fact, he would actually prefer it at the moment. But the presence of a tiny glow of firelight that lit up the dark room made him aware that his efforts of keeping him away were in vain. Luigi had already found a fire pit nearby and threw his torch into it, lighting the pit into flames for the both of them to see each other better.

With a defeated sigh, he stumbled his way towards the throne, slouching and folding his arms with a pout. It took all of Luigi's willpower to not just go up there and kiss that pout away, just like they used to, but there was too much at stake now.

"Well? Get on with it! Tell me how awful I am and how I am such a monster." Bowser interrupted his thoughts.

The human glanced at the Koopa, a hurt expression on his face.

"You're not a monster."

Bowser scoffed.

"Oh really? Then why did you leave, huh? I get the fact that you would have been startled by my plans for world domination, but to up and leave like that?"

Startled? Luigi thought, That was an understatement.

"Did you know that I had to try and explain to Junior why his Mama was missing? Why every time I looked for you, I could never find you? He was crying every night for two weeks straight!"

Luigi was stricken dumb as his heart sank. He never intended to hurt the little prince. Junior might as well be his own heart, he loved that little boy as if he was his own.

And that's why I got to convince him!

"I-"

"And then, you just decide to show up after abandoning us!"

"I didn't -"

"And then-

"WILL YOU JUST LET ME TALK?!"

Bowser jumped in shock, shutting up immediately. No matter how angry he was, Luigi had never yelled at him like that.

He didn't know whether to be scared, pissed, or aroused.

And he didn't know which one he wanted to feel more.

"Bowser, we both know there is no other option. Your people are suffering; the plagues are not going to stop unless you do what's right and let the other kingdoms go."

And... The feeling's gone.

Bowser huffed at that.

"If that is all you have to say, then you might as well see yourself out. I'll take my chances with the plagues."

Luigi growled in frustration. If he had the power to yank this Koopa around and shake him until he had some common sense, he most absolutely would.

"Stars! Why must you act like such a-"

"Like a what?! Go on, say it!"

After a moment of silence, Bowser huffed again, deciding to be petty.

"Well, at least I am not someone's pawn!"

Luigi felt his blood boil at that.

"You take that back!"

"Why?" Bowser sneered, " Does the truth hurt?"

"At least I actually care about what happens to your citizens! You're so willing to let your people get hurt 'cause of what?! Some... stupid sense of pride?!"

"Do you think I like this?! That I like to see the people I love so much suffering?!"

"Then why don't you just let the other kingdoms go, tu... tu esasperante tartaruga?!"

"Because I will not allow myself to be weak again!"

Luigi was stunned into silence. Bowser slumped back onto his throne, emotionally exhausted. It was no secret that Bowser was a very passionate king. It was regarded as his best (and worst) quality, as Princess Peach had attested when he ran to Sarasaland. His love was just as deep and consuming as his rage and both resulted in something breaking.

Or someone.

Luigi sighed. This was getting nowhere, like the other nine times. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Why don't we just...talk?"

Bowser did not reply, avoiding eye contact with him.

"No arguments, no fighting, just a regular conversation."

Silence. Bowser was not going to budge, not one bit.

Nope.

Not by a long shot.

Let him stew in his-

"I'm sorry for not saying goodbye."

Bowser looked up at that. The plumber stood still, green cap in his hands, his eyes casted towards the floor as he spoke.

"I'm sorry for hurting you like that. For hurting Junior like that. No matter what I saw, what I heard, I should have at least left you a note. But I... I knew that if I didn't go then and there, I would never leave."

Bowser still didn't reply.

Luigi sat down at the foot of his throne, his back turned to the Koopa before he heard him grumble.

"I didn't know where you were. I thought something bad had happened to you and that you were gone forever. And when you came back, I was so relieved. But then..."

He stopped talking, unwilling to speak on that moment.

The day his world seemed to crash and burn.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he himself had spent many a restless night sobbing his eyes out. He never had romantic feelings about anyone in his life. Even with Peaches from before his takeover, which he had now understood as an obsessive infatuation. But Luigi was different, even now.

Luigi was the first and only person he had ever truly loved that wasn't his adopted father or his son.

And the first and only one who truly loved him back.

I highly doubt he loves me now, the Koopa King thought.

Luigi felt his eyes well up with tears of shame. He truly didn't take into account just how much his disappearance affected them. Sure, he knew that Bowser would be upset, maybe even feel betrayed, but he didn't mean for him to worry.

"I meant what I said, y'know. When you first came back."

Luigi looked up and met the king's amber eyes as he stared directly at him, watching his every move before he continued.

"You were my everything. The best thing to ever happen to me. And, to be honest, you still are. Even if you don't love me anymore, I still love you. And whatever I did to loose that love, I'm sorry."

The silence was deafening as Bowser laid his heart bare for the plumber. Luigi's own heart seemed to mend and break as his feet seemed to take a mind of their own. He sprinted up the throne steps, climbed atop the throne armrest and hugged him as best as he could before speaking.

"But that's the thing, amore. I never stopped loving you."

It was then that Bowser felt it.

The fluttering of his heart that he tried to ignore as he took Luigi and held him closer.

"Just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Bowser whispered as he cupped Luigi's face with his paw.

He closed the space between them in a kiss. Time seemed to melt away at that moment and it was just the two of them and eternity. The weeks of pain that they went through was inconsequential, it was just them, that moment, forever.

The kiss broke all too soon as they touched foreheads, their eyes closed.

"I love you, mio Re. Tu avrai il mio cuore per sempre." Luigi whispered.

He felt Bowser set him down on the floor him as he opened his eyes, gasping at the sight before him.

"Then stay. Please."

Bowser was on one knee, a heartbreakingly hopeful expression on his face, and in his claws was a golden ring set with emeralds and a large ruby in the middle.

His engagement ring.

The same engagement ring that Bowser proposed with all those months ago in the castle courtyard.

The same engagement ring that he wore when he ran to Sarasaland to meet up with his brother and Princess Peach.

The same engagement ring he wore when Rosalina, Princess of the Lumas, commanded him to go to Bowser and demand for the freedom of all of his conquests.

The same engagement ring he gave back when he returned the first time.

"I-"

"Mama?" A small voice interrupted.

The couple turned around to see a little Koopaling carrying a flashlight in one claw and a teddy bear in the other.

Junior.

Junior couldn't believe his eyes. His Mama was back home where he belonged. Dropping the stuffed animal at the door, he took a running start at the plumber before taking a flying leap into his arms. Luigi caught him and twirled him into a bear hug.

"I missed-ed you!" The little boy sobbed, dampening the front of his denim overalls.

"I missed you too, il mio Principe." He nuzzled the Koopa prince's fiery locks as he held him closer to him.

Bowser looked on as his two greatest joys reunited, his heart ready to burst. Junior had most definitely taken Luigi's disappearance the hardest. His crying and tantrums were loud enough to tear the paint off of the walls, and he even resulted to that when he learned that his Mama came back, demanding his father to let him see him.

And now his wish has come true.

Settling himself into Luigi's arms, Junior nuzzled his face into his shoulder, taking in his smell.

"You're home! I missed-ed you so much and I don't want you to go again! We can go see the new artwork I made for you and Papa and go round on my clown car and...and..."

Bowser laughed, ruffling his boy's head.

"One thing at a time, Junior. Mama just got back, but you have plenty of time to show him everything once he's all rested. Right, Luigi?"

Luigi's smile slowly began to fade, regret shining in his sapphire eyes. Junior, sensed his Mama's hesitation.

"You are staying this time, right Mama?"

With a shuddering breath, he hugged him closer.

"I'm sorry, tesoro. But I can't stay... Not this time."

Bowser felt his mind do a record scratch halt.

After all of that, after he had handed the plumber his battered and bruised heart once again, even after their declarations of love, Luigi had crushed it in his hands, like it was nothing. And now he has broken their son's heart in return.

"B-but, why?" Junior cried, tears forming in his crimson eyes.

Luigi was silent as Bowser gave a mirthless chuckle.

"Y'know, Luigi? You really had me there for a second."

"Bowser, I-"

"All those declarations of love you just spewed out, just gotta hit 'em where it hurts, right? So go ahead Luigi," Bowser baited, "Tell us. Why?"

"Because... because what you're doing isn't right and you know it, Bowser."

"Right? And what is right? Before I took over, those kingdoms were rife with war and famine, both with us and with each other! The citizens of those other kingdoms were treated unfairly, their leaders did nothing to help the poor and marginalized, so I instilled order by dethroning their corrupt leaders. And I don't know what "Princess" Peach or your nuisance of a brother tried to sell you about what the Mushroom Kingdom was like before, but it was not some happy-go-lucky utopia. In fact, her forefathers had once enslaved my entire kingdom for centuries. Enslaved, Luigi! Treated us like the scum of the earth! Made us fight to the death for their own wars and amusement!"

"And how is that any different, Bowser? How is taking over kingdoms by force any different from what the Mushroom Kingdom did to yours?"

"Because at least I can protect them just like I protect my own kingdom! Or at least I did, until you came along and brought these plagues down upon us!"

Here we go again! Luigi mourned.

"I'm not, Bowser. You are. The more you resist, the worse the plagues will be. If you would just please listen-"

Luigi reaches out his hand to touch his golden scales, but the king flinched away, his temper growing less and less restrained.

"I will not be dictated to. I will not be threatened. I am the morning and evening star. I am Bowser! King of the Koopas!"

"Something else is coming, something much worse than anything before. Please, let go of your contempt for life before it destroys everything we hold dear. Think of our son!"

Bowser looked down as Junior clung onto Luigi's overalls, terrified but unwilling to let go of his Mama as he placed a gloved hand on his tuft of red hair. A moment ago, Luigi's claim to his little boy would have softened his heart, but now all he felt was rage. With a roar of betrayal, he punched his throne, hearing the distinct sound of metal being snapped in half and gems crushing under his palm.

"I do." He growled at last, "And fuck me for not doing this before."

Luigi felt his breath hitch in fear.

"Bowser? Bowser, what are you-?"

"Kamek! Get in here, now!"

With a pop, Kamek appeared on his broomstick, a worried look etched into his face.

"Yes, Your Wrathfulness?"

"Call the troopas! Tomorrow, we attack Sarasaland and destroy all who stand in my way, once and for all! Starting with Mario!"

He turned to the love of his life, a hateful sneer gracing his maw.

"And there will be a great cry throughout all the kingdoms, such as there never has been or ever will be again!"

Luigi's blood froze in his veins as he felt his knees sink to the floor, his grip on Junior growing tighter.

Bowser briefly stole one last glance at his family before glancing down at the crushed ring in his hands, a flash of regret and pain shining in his eyes before stomping past them as he and Kamek made preparations for a full-on ambush. .

The elder mage and the young man gave each other a horrified, knowing glance before the plumber broke down into sobs as king and advisor left.

He was right about one thing: tomorrow, there will be a great cry throughout the kingdoms.

But both his and Bowser's sobs will echo the loudest of all.

You failed. The words buzzed around his mind like an angry swarm of hornets.

"Bowser," He whispered sorrowfully, hugging their scared son for what would be the last time, "You have doomed us all."

[kpopimaginings]

Long Week - Kyuhyun

A/N: So this is an anon request of Kyuhyun looking after you after a long week of work. I hope you enjoy!

There had been so much happening all week at work, and finally it was Friday. But even that wasn't much of a comfort. It was one of those busy days, where instead of going by really fast, it just dragged on and stressed you out. The second the clock indicated the end of the working day you were on your way out and calling your boyfriend.

"Hey, beautiful," Kyuhyun answered.

"Hey," you sighed in response, just the sound of his voice relaxing you.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"Same old," you said, not really wanting to relive the day you had just had.

You could tell Kyuhyun was distracted as he replied, "Oh, dear."

"I'll let you go."

"No, its fine," he started but a clatter in the background told you it wasn't.

"Aish," he muttered under his breath.

"I'm on my way home, I'll see you in a second anyway. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"If you're sure. I'll see you really soon. I love you," he said, slightly rushed.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, wondering what state the place would be in when you arrived home. Upon opening the door, however, you were pleasantly surprised. In fact, it look neater than it had when you'd left that morning.

"Welcome home," you heard your man's voice from somewhere within.

"What did you do, Kyu?" you called back.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he appeared in front of you.

"It's unnaturally clean in here," you pointed out. "Why are you cleaning? Are you apologising for something I don't know about yet?"

"No no no, I promise," he assured you, stepping forward to take your bag and then your jacket.

"Ok, I love you and this is all very sweet but-"

"Shush," he cut in. "Just calm down. You're home now, you can just relax."

Somehow, Kyuhyun's words had the intended effect this time. As you removed your shoes, you finally felt like you could start to unwind. He took your hand and lead you through to the dining table.

"Kyu," you said in a soft breath. "Why?"

The table was laid will still steaming food, a spread of everything he knew you loved. The lights were dim and a few candles scattered around.

"As much as I love being someone you can vent to, hearing how much you've hated this week got me down so, now that the working week is done, I'm going to treat you like the princess you are."

Suddenly, everything made sense. Normally, you would cook when you got in, then tidy up the kitchen, then any other chores that needed doing, then clean up ready for bed. But this evening he had done it all for you. The beauty of having a boyfriend with an irregular job, sometimes he was home while you worked and could sort everything out for you.

In that moment, stood there beside your wonderful other half, it all overwhelmed you. After everything at work, feeling like a cog in a machine rather than a human being, you got to come home to the perfect evening.

"Jagi, I didn't want to make you cry," Kyu said, wiping at one of the tears on your cheek.

You smiled at him, "Good tears, I promise. I can't believe you did all of this for me."

Smiling back, he just pulled you close and held you for a moment.

"And when we're done, I'll draw you a bath so that you can relax while I do all the washing up and then for the rest of the night, I'm all yours, we can do whatever you like. Anything that will make you happy or relaxed."

"You are actually perfect," you told him, melting into his embrace.

"If you say so," he chuckled in reply.

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[ineunhaeshead]

Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Ese lunes llegó temprano del trabajo. La luz que entrababa por las ventanas pintaba de tonos cálidos su hogar. Eran las cuatro de la tarde y en su mano sostenía una bolsa de tela llena de papas. Lee Hyukjae parecía buscar a alguien en casa mientras analizaba que en realidad “ser el jefe” implicaba, la mayoría del tiempo, llegar antes que todos al trabajo e irte de último. No recordaba con exactitud la última vez que había estado en casa a una hora que no fuera después o durante la cena. 

Se detuvo en medio de la sala y dejó salir un enorme suspiro. En casa no había nadie. Manteniendo la calma, se apresuró a la salida, subió de nuevo a su auto y pisó el acelerador conduciendo cuesta abajo.

Cuando llegó a su destino paseó su vista hasta que por fin, a lo lejos, logró visualizar un cuerpo pequeño y encorvado sentado en una banqueta con algunas palomas que le rodeaban bajo sus pies. Bajó del auto y caminó en su dirección.

—¡Señor Lee Kang Heon!  —el pequeño hombre giró su cabeza lentamente y entrecerró sus ojos bajo las enormes gafas para lograr verlo bien. Le sonrió despreocupado y se hizo a un lado dejándole espacio para sentarse junto a él. —Lo hizo de nuevo, y ni siquiera se tomó la molestia de llamar y avisarme.

—No tengo que pedirte permiso de nada, mocoso, soy un adulto y sé cuidarme solo.  —Hyukjae tomó un puñado de migajas de pan del recipiente que sostenía el otro hombre y las lanzó al suelo.

—¿Nunca ha oído el dicho de que hay un punto en el que el padre se vuelve el hijo y el hijo el padre? Papá, estamos en ese punto ya.

Lee Kang Heon no le contestó, tampoco lo miró de vuelta. Hyukjae lo miró preocupado unos segundos y luego esperó a que su padre terminara el recipiente de migajas. 

En el camino de vuelta a casa Hyukjae se preguntó si la renuencia a aceptar la vejez y la terquedad en general venía inherente luego de los 60 años y todos pasaban por eso o simplemente solo era su padre el que era de esa manera. Finalmente, Hyukjae volvió a hablar.

—Sabes que yo solo me preocupo por ti. Eres lo más importante en mi vida.

—Ese es el problema.  —Hyukjae sostuvo el volante con ambas manos en vez de una sola y se preparó para lo que venía a continuación.  —No debería de ser así. Tienes 36 años y no tienes una pareja siquiera. No puedo dejar este mundo si eso supone que te quedarás solo. Ese es justo el problema, solo me tienes a mí.

—¿Y eso qué tiene que ver con que te fuiste a alimentar palomas y no me avisaste?  —su propio comentario lo hizo reír un poco — Además, ¿Sungmin está pintado o qué? Ha sido mi amigo desde los 15, y aunque quisiese, papá, nunca me dejará en paz, eso te lo aseguro. 

Hyukjae comprendía las preocupaciones de su padre perfectamente, pero a veces tratar de explicar algunas cosas desde su lado de la brecha generacional hasta el lado de su padre lo obligaban a preferir mil veces resolver en tiempo récord un desfalco financiero de la empresa en 1 mes con un protocolo de contención de 3 meses. 

En ese período de tiempo, no solo la empresa se empezaba a caer en pedazos, sino que su vida ya llevaba medio camino de estarse despedazando, porque durante esa crisis financiera, a pesar del enorme estrés y frustración, se dio cuenta que ya había recorrido lo suficiente como para mandar todo a la mierda y arriesgarlo todo por algo que todo su ser cantaba en coro disparates que susurraba su corazón pero que nunca había querido escuchar, así que terminó su relación de 3 años con la mujer más ilógicamente conveniente y perfecta; aprendió, a las malas, el valor de no precisamente mentirle a su padre pero tampoco de decirle toda la verdad. Y ante las amenazas de Kang Heon de lo que le pasaría si no regresaba con aquella mujer, Hyukjae dijo “Este mes ha sido muy caótico, y me di cuenta durante ese tiempo de que lo último que necesito ahora es casarme. Necesito unas vacaciones y tú necesitas agradecerme por salvar tu legado y no haberme matado en el intento, y agradecerle a ese bufete de abogados que son demasiado excelentes en su trabajo”.

 -

 —Yo solo quiero que seas feliz, lo sabes.

Hyukjae vio a su padre mirarlo consternado desde el otro lado de la mesa mientras masticaba sus papas con queso. Definitivamente las personas vuelven a ser unos niños cuando envejecen, su padre tenía el paladar de un niño de 5 años y se había vuelto un niño muy obstinado también. 

—No sé, papá, tal vez casarme y tener 4 hijos para malcriarlos no sea algo que me haga feliz.

—Bueno, mocoso sarcástico, pues estar solo es algo muy deprimente y desgraciado igual.

Hyukjae vio la terquedad y la determinación que caracterizaba a los Lee brillar a través de los ojos de su padre, entonces suspiró derrotado y dejó de tensar sus hombros.

—Nunca te rendirás con el tema, ¿cierto?

—Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Lee Kang Heon cuidaba aquellas flores blancas con más afecto del que recibió Hyukjae en toda su vida; de hecho, esas gardenias estaban más conservadas y saludables que los pasantes de la empresa. Estaba cada día más convencido que su padre vivía sus días para esas gardenias y para hostigar a Hyukjae con el mismo tema. A lo que se refería su padre era que de la única forma en que esas gardenias se marchitaran sería cuando él falte en este plano de la vida, entonces, eso significaba que iba a insistir con el tema hasta su último aliento.

—Te amo, papá, esto que hago o lo que no hago, no lo hago para molestarte y lo sabes muy bien.

Kang Heon le sonrió a su asombroso hijo cálidamente y siguió hurgando el queso en sus papas. Escuchó como Hyukjae contestaba una llamada y se levantaba de su silla mientras empezaba a apresurarse a la salida mientras decía una excusa como “el vigilante vino a dejarme el reloj que dejé en la oficina” o algo así, las excusas que su hijo inventaba comenzaban a ser cada vez menos elaboradas. 

Al escuchar la puerta principal cerrarse, se bajó de la silla y caminó lentamente hacia el dormitorio de invitados, el cual era bodega también, y sacó una caja de madera la cual arrastró hasta la ventana. 

Siendo sincero, su hijo había cumplido y superado sus expectativas toda la vida, y cuando tomaba una decisión que le parecía fuera de lugar, con el tiempo había comprendido que había criado a un gran hombre, inteligente, sincero, paciente, considerado, sensible y seguro de sí mismo, y entonces fue aprendiendo a confiar en él. 

Ya arriba de aquella caja, se asomó por la ventana y con su anciana visión alcanzó a ver el notable y lujoso auto gris frente al edificio. Kang Heon pensó en que quizás no fue el padre perfecto, no fue el más afectivo ni el más comunicativo, pero seguía trabajando en ello incluso a esta avanzada edad, la cuestión era que él quería que Hyukjae comprendiera que no había cosa en el mundo que lo hiciera dejar de amar a su propio hijo y que supiera que podía contar con su padre en lo que fuera. Entonces, ¿por qué era tan difícil hacerle saber eso a su hijo? Bueno porque todavía no se había graduado de la escuela de habilidades en comunicación asertiva y porque a veces hablar de situaciones incómodas son menos incómodas cuando tus hijos son adolescentes que cuando ya son todos unos adultos.

Bajo sus ojos estaba la ciudad vestida de una hermosa noche de primavera y se encontraba su hijo de 36 años corriendo como si tuviera 20 años menos hacia aquel auto que ya estaba acostumbrado a ver, de este se bajó un hombre de cabello y atuendo impecable, el cual también estaba ya acostumbrado a ver. Y antes de regresar a la cocina vio cómo su hijo besaba los labios de aquel hombre. Kang Heon podía ser un anciano entrometido y hasta chismoso a veces, pero también sabía que existían límites y que su hijo merecía privacidad.

Lee Hyukjae, su asombroso hijo, estaba fallando en 2 cosas: En pensar que algo cambiaría en él ante alguna decisión que tomara y en pensar que por tener 79 años era tonto y no se iba a dar cuenta que algo más había pasado durante aquella crisis financiera, crisis de la cual Hyukjae no habla sin mencionar al bufete de abogados financieros, y sabía perfectamente que cuando su hijo se refería a ese bufete, en plural, en realidad se refería a un solo abogado, en singular, el hombre del lujoso auto gris, el hombre que Lee Kang Heon estaba cien por ciento seguro que hacía feliz a su hijo.

-

 —¿A qué le sonríes, papá?

Para cuando su hijo regresó, notó que en efecto le habían ido a devolver su reloj, y mientras estuvo ausente había tenido tiempo suficiente para darse cuenta de muchas cosas y de juntar el valor para tomar una decisión y sin más, soltó:

—Estaba pensando que fuese bueno que lo invitaras a cenar. O al menos a subir, porque a veces lo tienes ahí afuera en pleno invierno, eres un mocoso grosero.

                                                      FIN

Ya casi se cumplen 8 meses desde que el papá de Hyukjae dejó este plano. Lo extrañamos mucho don Lee, gracias por ser un gran padre y haber criado a un gran hombre. Espero que también se le escape en la madrugada a San Pedro para comer cosas que no debe, así como se le escapaba a su familia.

[multidol]

¡Hola! Soy una de las antiguas escritora de kpop cuando los blogs en español estaban en su máximo esplendor, ¿todavía quedan lectores dispuestos a interactuar y apoyar escritos en éste idioma?

Si lo desean, con gusto subo mis creaciones ♡

[cosmo-production]

headcanon/ semi fanfiction alert

everyone like, "whats happened to bowser jr in sparks of hope?"

but i think it was pretty obvious, bowser jr's personality is "overconfident villain in training." so i think he tried to fend off cursa when she took bowsers minions but obviously he WAY outmatched here but dang it he's gonna try anyway!

so here who i think it went down:

bowser jr woke from his slumber on calm and cozy night, his papa was in his bed recovering from the mega bug crisis, the koopa prince deciecd to steal a cookie from the kitchen while he was up so he got off his feet and slowly walked over to the pantry but the walk trough the hallway was nerve racking trying to not wake up his papa next door over to his room. he did routine of sneaking past the lookout group of shy guys fooling them for the 8th time in week, he felt at ease for the time not wanting any to cause trouble for just a few more days, then he'll get back to his old tricks. reaching the kicten and taking some kameks cookies he caught a glisp of the peaceful night sky, something about it was just so pleasnt and a little off putting now hearing the sound of pesky heroes burning there butts in the lava pit, the timid, naïve, and childlike spawny enters the room unerved and on edge about something. bowser jr went to his friend trying understand whats wrong and spawny went on and about something that seemed like something from his imagination, a purple large figure that and a air of dispair and darkness that floods the room whenever they even breathing your dirctection. the young koopa was skeptical and ready to brush it off as a bad dream but his tiny pal persisted and poitng to the sky so annoyed bowser jr told spawny they would go up to the balcony and prove it and so they did just that and what they saw made there jaws drop

The figure Spawny described was natural and just off in the distance and with the telescope, bowser jr started to size up the being he saw, and it was even worst than what spawny said, with black parasite-like sludge appearing behind and around them and in a cloak almost hypnotic with the galaxy like texture on it begging you to stare at it. Bowser jr was horrified but didn't want to show it so he quickly told Spawny to wake up the koopalings and any squadrons in the army available as he rushed to his room to grab his brush and his scarf, ready to battle and protect his dad, and then going to the garage where his clown car was stored. Sliding down the pole fireman style and slamming a button on his car, it was off, signaling the goomba's to fire the canon when ready.

The Koopa Prince revved his ride, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he approached the looming, dark creature. It was tense, and he could feel the danger lurking in the air. Suddenly, minions covered in black sludge emerged from the puddles the monster was creating, and the situation went from bad to worse. But Bowser Jr. refused to back down. He activated the traps on the road, but the minions were unfazed, their ranks replenishing in seconds. Their eyes were lifeless, like zombies from a horror movie. As the figure neared the castle gates, Bowser Jr.'s plan failed miserably. He had seen his father seize castles before, but this time was different. The attacker declared their attack and made their demands. Bowser Jr. revealed himself to the opposing force, fury in his eyes as he yelled, "Not so fast! Hurry up and tell me who you are so I know what to put on your grave!" But as the figure spoke, a chilling and freezing feeling ran down Bowser Jr.'s spine. They said only one word, "CURSA," but it felt like a dragon of ice was breathing all over the castle. The Koopa Prince knew that this was no ordinary enemy. He had to act fast if he wanted to save his kingdom from the impending doom that was about to befall them.

the koopa prince glared at cursa and proclaimed he wasn't scared but everyone who heard knew it was a lie, he poited at cursa and the canons fired, but seconds before the impact they were caught by large hands and crushed into dust. the battle was delcared by that shot and from the darkness three other people arose, one bulid like a brick wall, one looked like phantom crossdressed and one had a dark grin and vines coming out there back. Rushing towards jr was bad move because with a swing of his brush the three lost there vision and the koopa prince jumped over them slashed at the darkness goons trying trim down the horde, his paint left the foes bewiled but not harmed, his clown car usings it boxing gloves function to keep foes away from the gates. paint Piranha jaws biting down the three who appeared just now but cursa said s̴̝̚p̵̝̓à̷̡ŗ̶͕̔̉k̶̡̄̚ ̶̙̜̈́h̸͚̓͠u̷͚̐͆n̵̹̂t̴̛̘͑e̵͙̤̓ř̶̥͕͒s̴̾͜!̶̼̓ ̶̫͠g̵͍̰̋̔e̴͈̮͆͛ṭ̸̈́ ̷̥͑̎t̴̫̆h̵͈͐͛ỉ̸̞̺s̸̝̬̅ ̴̢͍͌c̷̟̪̄h̷͈̽̌͜į̴̮̈l̷͔͚͠ḓ̸̾ ̶͈̓͘ͅo̵͇͆͊u̵̬̇̎ẗ̷̮̳ ̷͙̐͌m̶̼͖̂y̸͈̅̇ ̵̪̜͑s̸̟͙͆i̵̗͇͛̕g̵̩̙͑̐h̶̯̭͌̓t̷̻͈͛ and the spark hunter that look like they were made of bricks broke free and grabbed jr then slammed him into the ground like they were humoring him. with a spin from his shell a spike got stuck in there hand and the prince bounced away sticking his tounge out in a taunting motion.

Bowser jr had the canons fired in the back lines while he used the brush to fend off the vines coming from all directions and the paint from his brush made them crumble away but the fight could not go 5 seconds with a vine pricking him or getting tossed around like a toy by the biggest spark hunter while the last one berated him and laughed at him. he held out just long enough for back up to arrive as the road infont of the gates became a battlefield with the koopa army fighting along side their prince. as the brawl raged on through a lucky hit jr was sent flying into a window and the spark hunters giving chase. the koopalings weren't far behind so they joined the fray, ludwing and wendy shot down the ghostly woman with magic and was met with large insulted screech the ghost was shocked and appalled any dared to desecrate her face with the koopas enjoying every bit of rage she spat out at him. morton and roy tried to match the biggest spark hunter in strength together and with mortons hammer slamming into the hunter's chest and roy bullets keeping the pressure on they were stalled for time. lemmy larry and iggy matched the vines with pure chaos tying the vines in complex knots and tangled them up, and bowser jr splat all three slowing them down.

The koopalings and bowser jr evened the playing field but what they bented the enemy mended, all their efforts slowed them but not much else. jr jumped out the window he came in from and into his clown car and pulled out every firearm that it had and began mowing down the army infont of him finally giving into terror he felt when he 1st saw cursa and hid in the cockpit of the car panicking, he had a shaking feeling, he was disorientated nausea and rapid, irregular heartbeats. he knew he couldn't win no matter how much he tried but he didnt know what to do, ludwig appeared on the comms with a plan and the prince begrudgingly agreed. roy and morton joined the battle on the ground wendy holding the hunters in place with her rings, the rest were manning a large canon, and out of it appeared a large koopa shell, and bowser jr jumped on the shell. the koopa prince roared with pride and determination and Cursa was overjoyed to ruin his confidence and smacked the shell away then grabbed jouinor to stare at him with there one sharp eye then was shocked to see there words not phasing him Y̵̦͛Ō̸̘U̴̙͌ ̴̤̚A̶̱͠R̴͉̚Ĕ̶͎ ̸͕̍N̸͈͛Ō̴͕T̸͈̓H̶̙̄I̶̡͒N̸̙͐G̴̲̔,̷̘̎ ̴̟͐Ÿ̶̩́Ö̸̧́Ŭ̴̠ ̶͕̿A̵̺͗R̶̼̀E̵͖̎ ̵̞̂Ẃ̴̦O̵͖̓R̸̤͂Ţ̸̐H̶͔̉L̶͔̾Ẹ̷͆S̸̘͌S̵̤̓ ̷̖̋C̶̡̒Ô̶̡Ḿ̵̰P̶̩̚I̶̻͌Ă̵̫R̸͚͊E̶̝͋Ḏ̴͑ ̴̠̒Ţ̷̊Ȏ̶͎ ̵͙̽Y̴̖̌O̷̖̾U̸̥͝Ṟ̵͝ ̴̛̰F̵͖͆A̴̟̿T̸̗̀H̴̆͜E̶̞̓R̷̮͝,̸̳͝ ̶͍̋I̷̓ͅT̵̪̃ ̵͙̂I̷̹̋S̴̡͌ ̸̺̏S̶͚͘O̶̰̒ ̸̝̈M̷͕͒I̴͍̍N̸̓͜D̶̟̍-̸͓̈B̵̜̏O̶̯͌G̵͎͗G̸̮̃L̴̝̊Ḯ̴̭N̴͎͑G̵͙͋ ̷͓́H̶̡̛O̴̢̊W̸͑͜ ̷̗̈́Y̴̳̎Ȯ̵̖Ȕ̵̖ ̴̣͋F̶̜͘Ȧ̵͉Ỉ̸͙L̵̫̅ ̵̥̽T̸͎̀Ỏ̶̢ ̴̱̊R̵̞͋Ē̴ͅA̴̺̕Ḻ̸̋Ḭ̷̀Z̶͖͛Ẻ̷̬ ̸̼͌T̶̤̃Ḧ̵́͜I̶̱͐S̵̐ͅ and jr grinned and simlpy said "you failled to realize is that was a papa's shell! your not geetting your hands on him! my paint is sending him far way! you ha ha i win!" he gloating proud of himself but with the look on cursa face and the infected troops below him showed it was not there plan at all as his fear was delicous treat for cursa

what happend after that? well after the battle he was left in a empty castle and feeling of failure, the koopalings tried to comfort the young prince but no one could deny that today, they lost

[moncherijoie]

𝓚.𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓵

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞

���𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝.

(Not proofread)

The door swings open as you smiled. Your cloak now wet from the heavy rain that fell while you were walking to your boyfriend's apartment.

"Hurry inside, I'm glad you made it." He steps aside as you enter then shut the door. The sweet scent of freshly baked cookies hit your nose. "Did you bake somthing?" You asked as you put your things away.

"Uh no, it's this new candle I bought I thought you'd like it." Heechul said as he scratched his neck. "At least it smells nice." You walked to the living room and took a seat on the couch.

"Are you hungry? I can order us something to ea-"

"No heechul I just want to rest, I need to talk to you about something." You got up and held Heechul's hand gently tugging him into his room.

You sat him down on the bed as you sat next to him.

"Are you okay?" Heechul asked genuinely concerned as he saw you fidgeting with your hands.

"I think we've waited long enough." You confessed as Heechul could only raise a brow. "It's been two years... I think I'm ready to lose my virginity."

Heechul could feel his ears getting hot and red. He'd been waiting for this day for so long and now it's here.

"You? Y/n...are you sure? You're not being pressured into anything right?" He asked and with the look on your face he had gotten his answer.

"I mean it's not like someone is telling me to do it. It's just that my friends are talking about their time with their boyfriends and how good it felt. I want it too. I want to feel what it's like to have an orgas-"

"Okay that's enough..Give me some time to think."

His response made you frown. "Do you not want to have sex with me?"

You asked and Heechul quickly nodded not wanting you to take it wrong.

"Ok then, let's do it right now." You quickly take off your top revealing your lace bra. Heechul eyes widen as he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself anymore.

You pushed him down on the bed and gotten on top. Trying to unbuckle his belt but he used his hands to stop you. "You're not scared?" Heechul asked and you softly nodded. "I mean I know it's going to hurt a little."

You shut your eyes as he sat up and kissed your neck before sucking on it. Leaving a small hickey in a very visible area.

He pulls away smiling at his little artwork on you. "Trust me Y/n I'll try my best to make you feel good."

You were caught off guard as you were suddenly the one thrown down onto the bed. Heechul attaching his lips to yours.

He definitely did not make you regret your first time.

[critterbitter]

Ok so you’ve shown how the patrat children + Elesa met but how exactly did all 3 meet Skyla? It was mentioned before, something about her plane crashing into the train station iirc? Super interested in how Emmet and Ingo met Skyla, and how Elesa met her aswell. And I’m intrigued by the graveyard adventure mentioned in the same post the first meeting was mentioned in lol. You’ve infected my brain with submas and I love it. Pretty sure these fellows appeared in my dream last night. Oops this was longer than I thought sorry!

(Does a lil jig)

Writing a oneshot for the Skyla-Twins meeting! I’m posting these funny lil guys in roughly chronological order, so keep an eye out for it. (It will… take a bit. I still have a few comics in queue from the infante nimbasa trio’s adventures.)

But for people who want to know! (Subject to change because I’m flighty and picking up new headcanons every which way.)

A. Skyla and the twins have beef, because in my iteration she runs her homemade plane abomination into gear station’s front lawn.

B. Skyla and Elesa meet at a junior gym soirée, and kept hanging out afterwards in airport coffee shops and electric skateparks.

In the grand scheme of things, the crush they nursed for each other’s borne from mutual admiration— skyla’s drive to keep trying despite public scorn, and elesa’s level headedness with the modeling world’s criticisms. (It also helps they both like emolga.)

But also hahah goofy!

(Thinking about their canon dialogue once again…)

C. The twins have to accept Elesa’s super into short queens that shoot people out of canons.

[atxxzist]

wouldn't change a thing | c.s

pairing: choi san x f!reader

genre: teen pregnancy, fluff, angst, suggestive, slice of life?

word count: 3.2k

warning: slight mentions of minors engaging in sexual activities but nothing too detailed!

a/n: this is not the oneshot i was talking about writing but i wanted to write this one too. enjoy.

you and san fell in love young.

it was sophomore year, starting with a visit to the school library with your friends during lunch time that you caught the pretty boy seated at the table across from you.

he had the most beautiful set of features you've ever seen on anyone; sharp eyes, a straight and honed nose bridge, and oh that jaw. but his dimples were your favorite. those deep indentations whenever he smiled always sent your heart into overdrive.

it was, in the most cliche way, love at first sight. and after all the yearning and sneaky glances toward one another, san asked you out.

the first few months were full of innocent and small gestures; two fifteen year olds learning to settle into their first relationship, completely infatuated with the other, but only daring to go as far as holding hands.

holding hands eventually turned into cuddling, then small pecks to the cheeks until the awkward first kiss happened after school in the quiet hallway where your lips didn't move for a couple seconds at least.

but awkward kisses didn't take long for it to become an everyday thing where his lips were on yours and moving comfortably.

then came the curiosity and urges of being a teenager. from being so emotionally attached to someone that holding hands, cuddling, and kissing just weren't enough anymore.

you lost your virginities to each other near the end of junior year.

san had gotten a condom from one of his friends and you snuck him through your bedroom window since your parents were strict and had rules against you two being alone for this exact reason.

but even then, being too young and too unknowledgeable never scared you. you loved him and he loved you. that was all that mattered.

that late summer, just a few months after you both had sex for the first time, the curioisity, urges, and stupid naivety came back one night and left a long-lasting consequence (later consequences) that would forever change yours and san's lives.

you guys had sex without any protections.

you remember missing your period and absolutely panicking about it since you were already on the fence and had been feeling super anxious about the entire thing to the point that you even refused to sleep with him again until you were sure you were just overreacting.

you told him at lunch time in the quiet hallway, and being the sensitive and emotional person you were, breaking down at the smallest of things, you were already sobbing into his chest before the end of the school day.

he took you home with him later and went out to the nearest convenience store to get a pregnancy test.

it came back positive.

the sheer horror on your face along with the loudest wail from you that day was unlike anything san had ever seen before.

in the small space of his bedroom, you just cried and cried. san didn't know what to do or what to say to comfort you because he was equally as scared.

how could you guys be so careless? why didn't san just wait until he had a condom on him again? what was going to happen now? so many things ran through yours and san's heads.

and you guys could've argued, pointed fingers and shifted the blame. maybe you or san did considered it at one point, but what would come out of it?

you wouldn't talk to him for at least thirty minutes, the only thing leaving you were whiney sobs and the clogged throat and runny nose that was the result of it.

he left the bedroom first to tell his older sister. she comforted you for some time until you were finally able to form strings of coherent sentences again. then she told their parents, then their parents told yours.

you couldn't even look them in the eyes when they arrived, all sorts of feelings like shame and embarrassment taking over because ever since you were a little kid, all your parents talked about was education and the importance of it.

how, they moved from the old country to this one so they could give you a better life so you didn't have to struggle like them.

so how could you look at them without feeling like you were just a big disappointment since you were now carrying a child before you were to even get a high school diploma.

and they were upset, but only for a short while. at the end of the day, you were still their daughter and they still loved you, knowing you needed supports more than anything at the time.

the idea of a grandchild was warmed up to pretty quickly by both yours and san's parents. and you were glad for that, because soon enough, both of you were also excited for the new arrival; mostly san because he couldn't stop talking about the possibilities of names.

but though your life at home came to accept the changes, it wasn't easy at school. it felt like you had grew up before everyone else, walking the school ground to and from your classes with a belly that only got bigger as the day passed by while all your classmates were getting college acceptances left and right.

and while they attended the graduation ceremony, you couldn't because you went into labor a few days before and gave birth to the cutest little boy. but you still finished in spite of everything, and you were so happy.

the wedding took place shortly after and it wasn't anything fancy or extravagant; only attended by close friends and families, and it was short, but very sweet.

you both took the year off and didn't go straight to college like everybody else, instead scrambling for money that were either earned through a part-time job during high school days or saved up until now, and got a small one bedroom one bathroom apartment not too far from san's parents.

it was tough. aside from the fact your youth left before your eyes, you weren't all that good with kids, and san wasn't any better.

you would often stay at your parents for a long period of time because you didn't know what to do when your son wouldn't stop crying.

but a couple months later of sleepless nights and changing diapers, you finally felt capable for once, able to read your son well and what his needs were without having to wake your mom up in the middle of the night.

then san landed a more secure job at a small company and was promoted within only a few months; then came your remote job as well, and suddenly school came around again.

things were starting to look a lot better.

you both went back after the year long break, and san was working full time while also going to school full time. you on the other hand, were only taking two classes a semester and working part-time from home because you still had to look after your son.

you could leave him at yours or san's parents in order to take more classes or get a full time job, but you were already doing that when you go to campus for the two class.

you know they love their grandson and wouldn't mind, but they were also getting older and you didn't want to bother them too much.

after all, it was your kid and your responsibility.

a semester later and not much has changed. san's still working and going to school full time and you're still only taking a few classes while looking after your son who is almost going to be two years old.

you absolutely love both of them.

your son with his cute little button nose and high-pitched bubbly laughter that always bring a smile to your face that you can't wait to go home and see him again.

and san. you are still so in love with him as if you caught his eyes in the library just yesterday.

they both make you so happy. you are happy.

it's just that you're too young and get too bored and lonely when you're stuck to the same routine everyday with very little variety on social interactions aside from your classes.

you wake up, drop your son off at either your parents or san's, go to campus, come back and pick up him, start your job from home, do your schoolworks when you finally get him to sleep, and the rest of the day is spent in the apartment unable to help the melancholy that would loom over you.

san is rarely ever home because he's always pushing himself, whether at academic achievements or work, even staying overtime most days, you can see how absolutely worn out he is when he comes back.

but that's if you stay up late enough to catch his return, since you've been sleeping a lot earlier due to your son and schedule. if you're not getting sleep now, you're not going to get any at all. and you don't want san sacrificing his because he's had a harder day than you.

fortunately, you can still tell whenever he's back because the bed would creak and the empty spot next to you would sink due to his weight. and every single time, you will scoot closer and throw an arm around his showered body, talking in your half-asleep voice, "hi san."

he smiles in response and move the hair covering your tired eye.

"hi baby."

"how was your day?"

"good," he answers. he always tells you it's good. "and yours?"

"it was... good, too." the way you drag your word brings out a giggle from him before he places a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm glad."

and he always makes sure to pull at the blanket and adjust it tightly around your body because he knows how much you move during sleep.

"goodnight," he whispers, turning off the light and snuggling you in his arms. you always feel so safe and so warm in them, wishing time will go just a little slower because you hate waking up to the spot now empty again and coldness all around your skin because he's no longer here to embrace you.

the routine continues, and that melancholy feeling grows bigger each day.

it definitely doesn't help that with so much loneliness and attempts to find any source of entertainment to fill it, you will sometime stumble onto social medias; that deep sink in your chest every time you scroll past one of your friends from high school and seeing just how happy and content they are.

you don't talk to most of them anymore, having grown distant overtime because you were trying to get your life together, and the fact you weren't very close to most of them in the first place was only natural a drift would happen.

but it's been a big insecurity of yours for a while now, feeling like you grew up before everyone else, but at the same time, it's also as if you're behind everyone else.

and with the isolation and lingering sadness, the insecurity only seems to have intensified, seeing all your old friends attending frat parties, taking pictures of themselves at their college dorms, and going on fun little trips like any young adults at your age should.

the crisis sits there for days--a mix of loneliness, insecurities, and just you being a mother too young, because you're still so immature at heart and still long for these things as well.

like everything you've went through the last few years finally showing its true weight on your shoulders, so close to sending you into a breakdown.

you drop your son off at your parents one morning, them unsuspecting of anything thinking you're going to classes like you usually do. but instead, you drive around town, stopping at the most convenient shop to grab a cup of coffee before heading to a local park.

you sit at the bench facing the small pond, listening to the sound of birds flying high in the sky and the fish moving through the water. then you drink your coffee... then you cry. over and over again.

you don't even know how long you've been here but it's long enough for your parents to be concerned; a call from your father first, then your mother. calls that go unanswered because you still don't feel like talking to anyone.

then comes another call, neither from your mother or father. it's san, and he has also sent in a series of texts asking where you are and if you're okay.

you reply with only a short "i'm okay." getting up to head back, receiving a response from him immediately saying he already picked up your son and for you to just come home.

the turn on the door knob is slow and awkward, a part of you embarrassed for making everyone so worried just because you're selfish and didn't want to go into meltdown in front of your loved ones.

san is off the couch and running to you the second he hears the door, his figure standing tall and a look on him like he's seen a ghost; even his breathing is harsh.

you notice he's already managed to put your son to sleep, having made a little bed for him on the other couch.

"you're back," he says, his tone unreadable.

you shut the door behind and just nod like a little child that's in trouble.

he steps up to take you into his arms so fast, the side of your face bumping against his chest and his hands roaming the back of your head in a circular motion before he speaks again.

"i was so scared, y/n. oh my god."

the guilt piles up in your stomach at how his voice breaks, a frown on you until you just start sobbing, throwing your arms up to wrap around his waist.

"i'm so sorry," you choke out your words, most of it slurred.

he caresses your hair at that, his fingers moving in between the strands softly.

"what happened, baby?"

you swallow lightly, moving your hold from around his body to only your palms at his chest, pushing slightly to back up and look him in the eyes.

"i just... i just miss you a lot." your lips wobbly while thinking of what to say next and how to say it because you guys already established a rule so long ago that you wouldn't keep things from one another.

"and i just really haven't been feeling great these past couple of days."

the guilt on you seems to transfer to him, the way his eyes doe and his chest deflates like a sudden realization hitting.

"oh gosh, y/n... i-i'm so sorry. i haven't been spending time with you and our kid at all."

you shake your head, the reflective light from crying before makes you look adorable, san thinks.

"it's not your fault. you only work hard so you can provide for us."

whenever classes are getting too frustrating and his boss is a pain in the ass to deal with, he always think back to you two and it gives him the strength to push forward no matter how difficult it gets.

because at the end of the day, he's coming back to you and his son, even if you're both asleep most night (you being half-asleep), the presence is comforting and welcoming.

the presence of his wife and child. his family.

"still, i shouldn't have been as neglectful as i was. i was leaving you all by yourself with our kid. even on the weekends, i was always sticking my nose in assignments or--"

"--san," you stop him, tugging at his shirt with one of your hands. his rambling halts immediately and he glares down at you.

"it's okay, baby," you assure him, your hands moving to brush the soft skin of his cheeks with a smile.

his own hands come up to rest on top of yours, the apprehension on him wearing off and his features calming because of your words.

"i'll call in today, and we can do something together."

you pout, shaking your head passionately.

"i don't want you missing work just for this."

his grip on your own tightening at that like he's trying to get something through to you.

"i don't care about any of that right now. i didn't even care about my class when i left it in the middle of a lecture. i care about you the most. when your father called me to ask if i knew where you were since you weren't back yet and wouldn't answer your phone, i got so freaking scared."

"because what if something happened to you? what would i do now? without you?"

a small, lone tear falls from him and it's all it takes for you to start full blown crying, san feeling awful at first knowing how sensitive you are, but then it just turns into amusement and adoration watching your lips tremble along with the tears wetting your cheeks.

"i-i'm sorry. f-for worrying you." you sniff, attempting to keep the snots out though san's witnessed you in worse states.

he smiles. "alright, no more apologies. you're here now and you're safe."

you slowly nod compliantly, a short silence before leaping yourself back into his chest, his heartbeat in your ear loud and clear.

"also..." you add, prying away to glare at him again. "i was on instagram the other day and it made me feel bad that my old friends were having so much fun. i-i want to have fun like them, too."

the default pout on your lips is accompanied by a raise of an eyebrow when he chuckles in return.

"what?"

san pulls you back into his embrace, his chin on the top of your head and you can feel the vibration when he speaks again.

"of course we can have fun like them, too, honey. together. we still have so many years ahead of us, and so many more things to do."

some of your anxiety and worries is put to rest at his soothing words.

"you think so?" you ask.

"i know so."

you nod and breathe out a sign of relief, choosing to believe him, your eyes moving to the dark stain on his shirt where you were crying into before.

whenever there's any tears from you, san's shirts would always have to suffer the consequences since you have a bad habit of burying your head and crying onto his chest.

"i made your shirt dirty again," you mumble, picking at the spot.

"it's okay."

and when you start feeling a little better again, offering to make dinner and your son waking up at the perfect time, the smile playing on your lips as you watch the two can't be helped.

san's trying to make him laugh, and when he finally let loose that cute laughter you love so much, the way he resembles his father and has those cute eyes in the shape of a crescent moon makes your heart melt.

so, life has been tough for both you and san--all the struggles and hardships faced, all the sorrows and tears shed, and so many more that's yet to come.

but there's not a single thing you would change about it.

[telleroftime]

Last Updated: 02/May/2023

Total Works: 6

Oneshot Masterlist

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Oneshots

Oneshot Little Melody | GN!Reader 02/May/23 - (Platonic / Gen) - Bowser struggles with a certain part of a composition. You, his captive, chime in with a chord suggestion that works.

Oneshot ⭐️ Bloom | GN!Reader 04/Apr/23 - (Romantic / Fluff) - You're on a walk with Bowser in the woods of the Mushroom Kingdom when you end up falling down into a bunch of flowers.

Oneshot To Like Him | GN!Reader 09/Jan/23 - (Romantic / Gen) -Junior keeps trying to get you to like his father. You decide to point it out during a very tense dinner with the two of them.

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Headcanons

Headcanons King of the Koopas | GN!Reader 15/Apr/23 - (Romantic / Fluff) - Headcanons for Bowser inspired by his character model in the new Super Mario movie.

Headcanons Wedding Vows | GN!Reader 09/Apr/23 - (Romantic / Fluff) - Headcanons for Bowser and what your proposal and wedding would look like.

Headcanons Sleep and Cuddles | GN!Reader 28/Dec/22 - (Romantic / Fluff) - Headcanons for Bowser and his favourite ways to cuddle in bed.

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[bunnieshoneys]

i voted hockey but ONLY because there was no "both" option!! but listen, i'm starting to think you have crawled into my brain somehow, because i feel like your stsg fic is for meeeee

much like i waited and waited for an f1 au, i periodically check up for figure skating fic and hockey fic and now you're telling me??? that you????

give us the hcs plsssss

(also also i haven't had a chance to read the new oneshot yet but i am ALL OVER that shit tomorrow)

ily!!

ill do figure skating purely because i am a figure skater, not a hockey player, and i would wanna do quite a bit of research into how NHL drafts work in canada / the US before id write it but a lot of these probably could apply to both aus

- gojo singles skater, one of the greats, holds some world records (id base his skating off nathan chen’s or yuzuru hanyu’s, probably) and he keeps trying to land 4a even though yaga chews him out for it

- shoko / getou in pairs (PAIRS, NOT ICE DANCE!!!!!!) and they’re pretty dominant too

- getou used to skate singles and had a rivalry with gojo in early juniors but switched to pairs after a minor injury that made it difficult for him to continue to work quads/triple axel. shoko can land quad throws though

- yuuji, megumi and nobara are all singles skaters, still in juniors

- mechamaru and miwa are ice dancers :)

- yaga coaches all the singles skaters

- gojo does biellman spins which are rare for men - hes flexible compared to his competitors

- haibara is a hockey player and hes like the figure skaters’ pet even though they all hate hockey players

- thinking about making maki and yuta a pairs team but honestly they also could both be in singles

- yuki and choso were in pairs until choso sustained a pretty major injury, yuki coaches getou and shoko now

- yuki and choso ice dance on a national level post retirement

- most of them work the counter at the ice rink for extra cash, especially the juniors who are straight up BROKE lol

- gojo is super popular with the locals and when he comes into the rink everyone starts behaving immediately

- gojo and getou, when they work the counter together, have this uncanny ability to a) not bang into each other and b) to send hand signals at each other from across the rink so that they can steal penguin skate aids from children who are annoying them

- nanami is the long suffering rink manager, who used to skate singles but got priced out of the sport, when he comes down to actually work the counter they all know theyre in deep shit

- gojo’s best jump is 3A and 4Lz and his technique is pretty perfect too

- toji is banned from the sport for pulling a tonya harding

- yuji started late but he’s annoyingly good at picking stuff up fast. he turned up at the rink begging gojo for lessons and gojo was like alright kid seeing you fall will be fun and then yuji is acc mad good and gojo’s like .. wait..

- megumi is the most technically proficient of the three, he has a quad salchow and a triple axel, yuuji has a quad flip and a quad lutz but can’t land a 3a to save his life (hes working on it!)

- mai would be like trusova/valieva/sherbakova. horrible technique but quads!

- nobara has a 3A which makes her competitive, but yaga refuses to teach her quads

-stsg dating rumours at the rink go round every year at xmas. theres a betting pool for when theyll finally get together. only shoko getou and gojo know theyre already dating and have been since their junior days

- nanami also knows, but doesnt care

- gojo drives the zamboni and honks at kids who watch and getou rides on the back sometimes

- yuji asks to learn how to drive the zamboni and gets it stuck. he never asks again

- megumi throws a penguin at an annoying customer one time on christmas eve because they come back and ask to switch skate sizes six times in thirty minutes

- getou’s artistry and musicality is unmatched but gojo’s performances are almost as good

- gojo shakes the vending machines to get free food even though hes a millionaire from sponsorships

- theyre based in japan! :]

anyways yeah my thoughts on this au is that it would be SO SILLY

[lizzie-is-here]

bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat part 2

bucky barnes x fem! reader

alpine turns out to be the best matchmaker (sorry nat ily)

a/n: a part two? slay very short and sweet 🫶 also short note this time hope you enjoy unless you wanna hear ab my weird dream: ok so like a week ago i like literally lived out three years and i met a guy first year in college while majoring in astronomy and we started dating and he was super sweet and got me flowers and one time it was snowing and we danced on the lawn, but anyway it was my junior year around christmas and i was in the library studying for finals and he came in with daisies and take out to help me but THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP WTF? still mad

the white cat pt. 1

The first date had gone perfectly. Bucky had shown up at the animal shelter right on time, and you had changed in the bathroom to a more date-appropriate outfit. A Japanese steakhouse, a bottle of champagne, and a walk home later, you’d both been eager to schedule another. And three more.

So now, you’re sitting in a back corner of a café (date number five, for those keeping track at home), trying to not stare too hard at the man in front of you.

“Coffee is so much better, holy shit,” he mumbles. You’d recommended a caramel frappuccino, though you’re now mildly convinced he may run off to date it.

“Yeah?” you laugh. “I bet a lot of things are better now.”

Bucky nods, watching the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you chuckle. He likes that you don’t avoid the topic of his past. Contrary to popular belief, not every moment of his early life was horrible.

Just most of it. Like, seventy years out of one hundred. 70%. Could be worse.

He pulls himself back into reality. “Temperature control? Best thing that’s ever been invented.”

“Oh, really? I’d say modern electronics-“ You gesture around, where students are typing away on laptops and groups of friends are showing each other pictures. “-but I could be biased.”

“Don’t shit talk the flip phone! It works well enough for me.”

“Oh, no. No shit talking here.”

When both of you finish your drinks, you walk Bucky back to his apartment, even though he definitely doesn’t need any extra protection. You enjoy the trek up the stairs you’d normally loathe, and reaching his door makes a weight sink in your chest. He opens it a crack.

Before you can even say goodbye, a white blur races out, ramming into your leg and making you stumble.

Right into Bucky.

“Shit, sorry!”

“She normally isn’t like this-“

The two of you speak at the same time before your eyes lock, breathing syncing as your thoughts both race and stop entirely.

His thoughts race. ‘Is five dates enough to kiss? Probably, right? But it was different then- this isn’t back then, dumbass! Okay, but what do I do? God, she’s pretty this close. Do I lean in? I should lean in, I’m taller than her. Curse you and bless you, Alpine, I’ll get you some Fancy Feast after this-‘

And you only have one thought.

‘Fuck it.’

Pulling him in, your last and only thought leaves the moment your lips touch. His hands hesitantly settle on your back and waist, relaxing when you sigh.

The troublemaker responsible nudges you again, albeit much gentler, purring up at you.

“Hey, Alpine,” you greet, scooping her up. She stretches out and turns limp in your arms. Shit-eating brat. You love her, though. “So, um…” You trail off, but the silence isn’t doesn’t linger for long.

Bucky opens the door fully, nodding inside.

“Would you wanna come in for a bit? Not that you have to, but-“ The way he grins and darts his tongue out across his lips is more convincing than you need. “-your call.”

White ball of fluff in your arms, you agree wholeheartedly.

“How about a movie?” you ask, stepping inside.

Bucky shrugs as you let Alpine down. “I’ve got a list of some Sam told me to watch.” The cat runs to the couch like she knows you’ll end up there.

“We can start there.”