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zyonsay · 4 months

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Een Nacht JOOST KLEIN

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: An unplanned encounter led to a fun adventure.

Reader: Male, Tattoed

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol, cigarettes

Now playing: 'One of the girls' by The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp & JENNIE from BLACKPINK

AN: Hello everyone <3 i've been gone for a while and i still dont have much time to write, but i got overcome by my joost klein obsession.. again. I hope y'all enjoy this. I expected to write like 2k words, it ended up being 4,5k. Take care!

#Justice for Joost

...7 Missed Calls from ‘Millie’

Your best friend and roommate had left you hanging for a one-night stand, to put it shortly.

Tonight was Joost Klein’s concert in your area and you had bought these tickets ages ago. Both you and your roomie were huge fans of his music and planned on having the most amazing time ever. That was until she texted you, a few minutes after the time you had planned to meet at.

‘Hey dude, im soooo sorry, but I just met this really amazing dude at the library and I really wanna take him home ymwim?? I hope you still have an amazing time, byeeee!’

Saying you were angry was a brutal understatement. Absolutely fuming fit better. But nevertheless, you had so much fun at the concert. You didn’t need Millie to have a good time, you hope he at least fucked her well if she’s going to miss a Joost Klein concert for that. But this isn’t about Millie, this is about you jumping around all night and screaming your heart out.

All good things must come to an end and so did the concert. Joost thanked the crowd dearly and seemed really happy with the performance. Now that you had gathered your stuff, you pulled out your phone and prepared to walk to the bus station. Should be a 23-minute walk. An interesting insta reel popped up on your phone, your eyes were practically glued to the screen. That was until you inelegantly collided with someone. “Oh, I’m sorry!” You had your phone in a death grip, it had almost dropped to the floor. “My bad, I didn’t look where I was going!” Then you were greeted with the sight of a messy bleach blonde head of hair and two bright, blue eyes. This was Joost Klein himself. +A shy smile crept onto your face; you didn’t know what else to say. “Yeah, I’d be shocked too if I was standing in front of a celebrity.”, his attitude seemed cocky, but in a playful way. He was beaming, his grin as bright as the moon. Without thinking much, you opened your mouth to speak: “haha, exactly.” The sarcasm was dripping from your voice. “You seem happy, the concert went really well.”, you offered him a genuine smile. “Yes! I loved the crowd.”, his eyes lit up, “the numbers could be better though, at least my manager says so. But that’s just how the art industry is.” He kept rambling to you like he already knew you for ages. “Sorry, you probably don’t care. Oh yeah, and I forgot to ask for your name.” Joost lazily smiled at you. “I’m Y/n. I totally get that thing about the numbers. It’s difficult when you’re doing art as a job.” His gaze softened slightly. “It’s hard bringing in new fans when there are new artists every day. There’s always a younger, more talented artist out there.” His smile turned into a rather sad one, maybe he wasn’t so happy after all? “But I think you got something special going. Something different than those soundcloud rappers, you know?”, you chuckled lightly, “I think your music is true art.” For a moment he seemed to taste your words on his tongue. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a while. “You seem like you do art too?”, Joost raised an eyebrow in genuine curiosity. “Yeah, I’m not that relevant though.” An awkward feeling crept over you; you scratched the back of your neck. “Ah, I don’t wanna hear it.” He barely let you finish your sentence. “I bet your really talented. I mean just your vibe right now!” Joost was now standing pretty close to you. He tended to close the distance between him and the person he’s talking to. Personal space is not in his vocabulary.

A quick glance to your phone screen revealed that your bus was about to leave in three minutes. Doesn’t matter, you’re striking up a good conversation with one of your favorite singers right now. “That’s so nice of you. People rumor that you’re kinda rude, but I haven’t seen any of that yet.” The left corner of his lips curled up, that was probably not the first time he heard about that rumor. “That’s because a lot of people who meet me say the dumbest things I’ve ever heard and then get mad when I don’t answer nicely.” He then intently looked at your eyes. “But you haven’t said anything bad yet.” Now he was smiling brightly again. “Hmm, so I gotta try harder to get on your bad side huh?”, he chuckled heartily. “You’re chill. I like you, I don’t get that with most people I meet.” He for sure is a big personality. “Oh my god, you should totally get your nose pierced. Would suit your look!” Admittedly, you have been thinking about getting a septum for a while now. But until shortly ago, you were working an excruciating office job, where piercings, colorful hair, gel nails and tattoos were strictly forbidden. That didn’t stop you from getting inked though. You waited to do your arms until you quit your job, but otherwise your whole body was littered with small and relatively big tattoos.

“I already got a few tattoos though; I worked an office job until recently. Getting a new piercing would’ve been difficult to hide.” Joost curiously eyed you, in search of any tattoos that might be exposed at the moment. “What kind of tattoos do you have then?”, he caught a glimpse of some ink under your shirt. “Loads actually. But my first one was a moth under my chest, I really like that one.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah? Let me see.” You could see right through him but decided to entertain his idea for a minute. Pulling down the hem of your loose button up, whose top few buttons were undone, you revealed a small part of the moth’s wings and head. With a gentle grin you declared that he would have to pay to see more. His smile now turned into a light smirk. “How much would I need to pay to see the rest?” Quickly, you quipped back: “How much does a drink in this town cost?” He now inches slightly away from you, he was all up in your space until now. “A drink, huh?”, he mused, “I’ll buy you the whole damn bottle.”

Joost guided you to one of his favorite bars in the area. His hand was on the small of your back when you two enterer the establishment, which seemed slightly out-of-place for a first meeting. “You know, I’ve never paid so much to see a tattoo before.” He teased while he ordered a bottle of vodka and two glasses. You really hope he wasn’t a creep, cuz this seemed like a red flag. “I must be pretty special then”, you grinned while ogling the clear liquid. The blond was now swirling the vodka in his glass. He chuckled, “Yeah I’d say you’re pretty special.” Then he avoided your gaze. He was wondering how the rest of that tattoo looked like. And maybe it wasn’t the only thing he’d get to see tonight.

The swig you took from your glass made you grimace. Vodka was one of your top alcohols, but you had to be honest with yourself and admit it tastes like hand sanitizer. “Don’t tell me it’s too strong for you.”, he teasingly smiled at you. His blue eyes darted towards your hand, which was resting atop the wooden bar. In a smooth motion, he interlinked his pinky with yours. ‘Drink je moed met alcohol’ or whatever the saying is. Nevertheless, Joost felt more forward now. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled. But the alcohol for sure gave him an extra bravado. He carefully inched closer to you. You could tell he was getting a bit woozy, even if he was lazily smiling at you. “You ok?”, a small chuckle escaped you. He intertwined his hand fully with yours now. The look in his face was soft and affectionate. A bit wobbly, but very sweet. You got a bit closer; the tips of your noses were almost touching. Only a few centimeters apart. Joost kept his eyes fixated on you, his breath hitched. His ice blue eyes seemed to roam you whole face. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, the proximity was intoxicating to him. Joost’s eyes fluttered shut and you waited for a few seconds, messing with the dutchman in front of you. His eyes opened again and saw you grinning teasingly at him. “Really? We’re doing this now?” A hint of disappointment flashed across his face for a split second, but soon after mischievousness played in his eyes.

The two of you seemed to be getting along well, chatting and laughing with each other which felt like hours on end. Your knee was now touching Joosts and his hand has landed on your thigh. He slightly squeezed it, trying to give you a signal of what he wanted. “What?”, you grinned knowingly. The blond playfully huffed but the smile on his face remained. “You know what.” He tried to play it cool, but the intent look in your dark eyes made his adrenaline levels shoot through the roof. Sneakily, you slid a hand behind Joost’s neck. “I’m usually not into blondes.” With that you caught his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. The man practically melted into your touch, he held onto your shoulder as if he’d fall off the barstool if he didn’t. Maybe it was the alcohol or the massive interest he had for you, but Joost was kissing you fervently. A desperate noise escaped him. One of your hands rested on his chest, you could feel his heart beating rapidly. As you parted lips, Joost tried to calm his erratic heart. Suddenly feeling a bit shy, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. His cologne smelled amazing, even after messing around on stage the whole evening. The huffs of your hot breath sent shivers down his spine. He gently kissed your neck, you gasped and flushed ever so slightly. The bastard even slid a hand under your shirt, feeling your lower back. You let the hand on his chest wander a bit, earning a content gasp. “I’m loving this, but can we go somewhere more… private?” Joost let out a small laugh. “Yeah of course! My place or yours?”, he grinned at you. “My roommate is probably getting laid right now, so could we go to your place?”, he nodded with a sweet, drunken smile. “I’d love to take you to mine. It’s just a few minutes away from here actually.”

Either he was very bad at math, drunk or both at the same time. The apartment building was at least a 18-minute walk outside the city center. The breeze messing with your hair was fresh, a shiver ran down your spine. Joost risked a glance over at you from time to time, his stomach was churning with an excited flutter. Even though your gaze was directed straight ahead, you noticed the blond eyeing you. The faintest shade of rose feathered your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip from nervousness. That didn’t go unnoticed, as Joost laughed brightly while pulling you into a side hug, still keeping up the pace. “You’re so flustered.”, he chuckled. Playfully, you slapped his arm. “Quit it.”, his smile widened and for a moment it seemed as if the sun was shining. “Try and make me.”, now his expression turned devious. “I’ll make you regret being this cocky.”, a pleased smile spread across your face. He wanted to provoke you a tiny bit more. “I’d love to see you try.” He brought you both to a halt in front of a building and opened the door. Joost looked at you and brought a hand to the small of your back. “Let’s get inside.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you up the staircase to the door of his apartment. His hands were slightly shaky from anticipation and the keys in his hand rattled and clinked.

After a few seconds he had finally unlocked the door and led you in, he didn’t bother to flick the light on. You turned around, faced with Joost’s back, a click indicated that he had closed the door. You slide your arms around his torso and press up against him. His breath hitched as you began trailing sweet kisses down his jaw and neck. Joost, now reddened and smiling lazily, turned around and slid his hands down to hold your hips. His scent was fogging up your mind, and you couldn’t help but be excited. Once again, you pecked his neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. To give you more room, he tilted his head ever so slightly. A content huff escaped him as you bit down harder, now having found his sweet spot. “Not so cocky now, huh?”, you chuckled before continuing your shenanigans. Joost let his head rest against the wall behind him and let out a small needy sound. He placed a hand on your shoulder, to steady himself. His breath was rugged, and his skin felt as if it was on fire. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”, he whispered before letting his head fall forward, resting it on your shoulder. When releasing your hold on him, you were greeted by two dilated eyes. “Let me be good to you.”, his voice was breathy, and his hair was messed up. “Let me take charge for a bit.”, he pressed the sweetest kiss to your lips. You quietly hummed as he began nipping at your neck, but before you could enjoy it more, he gently pulled you towards, presumably, his bedroom.

He gently pushed you onto his bed, you gladly let yourself fall backwards. “There we go.”, he murmured as he glanced down at you, splayed out. A possessive glint played in his eyes. With a tilt of your head, you invited him. You wouldn’t have to ask him twice, he quickly got on the bed with you. In a swift motion, he straddled you and placed his hand on your chest. You slide your hands up his legs and let them rest on his hips. Joost softly moans into the sweet kiss he embraced you in. He enjoys the heat and friction from his body being pressed down on top of you. His lips taste like cherry bubblegum from the local kiosk, you deepen the kiss as the blond grasps your shoulders. Carefully, you broke the kiss and tugged on his shirt. “Get rid of that. “, you groaned at the hot feeling spreading over your skin. His gaze darkened at the command, and he slowly leaned back. He lifted the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, then tossed it away. A cheeky grin was now plastered onto his face, you slid your hands up his body, feeling his abs. “Thank you.”, he laid his hand atop yours, which was still resting on his body. “But you’re pretty hot too.” Now his hands slid under your shirt. “How about you take yours off as well? I need to see more of you.”, a small hum erupted from your throat, and you began peeling your shirt off. “You really wanna see that tattoo, huh?”, he nodded with a small smile. The fabric hiding the big moth was now gone and revealed its true beauty. It was a deaths-head hawkmoth, its wings were detailed and shaded amazingly, he could tell that your tattoo artist was a master of his craft. Joost’s eyes widened for a split second as soon as he saw how many tattoos were littered over your torso. He didn’t expect that many, but oh god they looked good on you. “You have no idea how good you look with all this ink.”, he ran a hand down your arm, feeling its muscles and gently rubbing the skin. “Really?”, you tried smiling innocently, but it came out looking more like a cheeky grin. “Makes me want you so bad.” His voice was barely above a whisper, the weak light of the moon made his blond hair look silvery. You delicately whispered back. “You can have me.”

Now he felt the heat rise inside him. His lips ghosted over yours, meanwhile he was fiddling with the stall of your pants. With a sense of confidence, he bit your lower lip, not enough to hurt you, but enough to show you that he was in charge now.

Once again, he nipped at your neck, but traveled down to your collarbone, your chest, your stomach and finally to the hem of your pants. Your head was tipped back in pleasure and the occasional groan left you. What you couldn’t see was him smiling up at you, enjoying the view. The soft moonlight painted milky stripes along your muscles. Joost planted a kiss on your hip before leaving bites around the waistband of your pants. He had already opened the button and zipper of your garment and now he pulled them off, tossing them aside. With the gentlest hands he caressed your thigh. A gaze to your thigh revealed even more tattoos, an elegant snake was swirled around your leg, entangled with the leaves of an olive tree. The dutch grinned slightly, then began leaving kisses and sweet bites over your thighs, he was burning up now. His hand slid upward on your thigh, though this time he was messing with the fabric of your briefs. He only chuckled lightly, before biting down harder. A soft whine escaped you, while he slowly pulled your boxers off. Then he sat back, waiting for a reaction. “Don’t tease, I’ll make you regret it.”, your threat sounded more playful than anything. He offered you a small, challenging grin as his fingers slid back up to your hips, where he let them rest. “Yeah exactly, what are you gonna do?” You groaned. “Keep going if you wanna find out.”

He leaned down and trailed kisses over your inner thigh, his hands roamed over your body, slowly making their way towards your crotch. Brushing over the tip of your length, he hummed in contentment. Your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but twitch at the contact. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, licked his lips, then wrapped his fingers around your length. His soft hands felt like heaven to you, his motions steady and gentle. Occasionally +he teased your tip with his thumb, enjoying your expressions. “Bet you rail some guy after all your concerts.”, a teasing smile appeared on your lips. “You’d be correct to think so, yeah.”, he hummed with a sly grin. He stroked you at a slow but firm pace. “Are you trying to rile me up with that?”, he then mused a chuckle. Despite your currently… pathetic state, you mustered to spit out: “I’d never. Just making sure you’ll remember me very time from now on.” He sped up a little. “Oh trust me, I’ won’t be forgetting you anytime soon.” Leaning in, he took the tip into his mouth. “Fu-uck”, you stammered. The warm, wet feeling of his mouth could’ve made you cum right then and there. One of your hands reached down to entangle itself into Joost’s blond strands. The mans breath hitched as he felt your hand in his hair, it sent tingles down his spine. He swirled his tongue around your tip, sucking gently while looking up at you. His hands held your hips firmly in place. “Didn’t know your mouth was good at anything other than singing.” Joost’s eyes crinkled at your comment. With a quiet ‘plop’ sound, he released your member. “I can promise you, it’s good at other things.” He muttered before tending to your length again, this time maintaining eye contact with you. The sight alone almost tipped you over the edge, his icy blue eyes were glossy, and his blond lashes framed them perfectly. Joost’s eyes flickered down, he noticed how you started to twitch lightly. He took you in deeper, focusing on the sensation in his mouth. The way his tongue swirled on the underside of your shaft made your vision go blurry, you felt a feeling tightening and coiling in your stomach. “I’m so close.”, you whispered desperately. Little did you know that he had other plans. Once again, he removed himself from your pulsing member, a string of saliva connecting to his lip. You ran a hand trough your hair, while your chest was sinking and rising with heavy breaths. Joost backed up slightly, removing any remaining clothes, then focusing on your figure again. He gently straddled you, his own length rubbing against yours, not without a sharp hiss from you though. “Hop on, let me treat you right.”, your muscles tensed from anticipation. A low groan escaped the blond, he nodded quickly before sitting up. With utmost care, he positioned himself and slowly sat down as he felt you push inside of him. He gasped at the overwhelming feeling, and you rested your head against the pillows, it was too much and not enough at the same time. Gently, he started slowly rocking his hips against yours, he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his soft moans. Feeling a bit revengeful, you bucked upwards, earning a loud gasp from the other man. A loud moan escaped him, and his body shuddered and tingled, he slightly sped up his rocking. Your warm hands trailed up to his hips, helping him steady his movement. Empty threats were never something you made, so you decided to go all out. In a swift motion you had basically thrown Joost off and positioned yourself over him, prodding at his entrance with your dick. He groaned and gasped at the sudden manhandling; a shiver of excitement ran down his spine. “That’s for teasing me.” He wrapped his legs around your waist, while letting out a breathless moan. Without much care, you pushed into him, setting a relatively fast pace. The dutch groaned at the rough treatment and you felt him dig his nails into your back and leave long scratches along it. “You’re so g-ood.”, his voice broke slightly, he was panting heavily. “I said I’d make you remember me.” Even in this pathetic state, he chuckled.

With his arms slung around your shoulder, he cried out in pleasure, small pearly tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Fuck. I will.”, his eyes were glossy. Once again, he bit down on your neck, leaving yet another dark hickey. Bitten off moans slipped out of him; he was pretty sure both of your hips would be bruised after this night. The room was filled with breathy moans and gasps, along with the constant sound of skin slapping against skin. Joost was completely lost in the moment, he loved how you took control. “See who’s not being so cocky anymore?”, you teased. “Shush.” His head lolled back in pleasure. You snuck a hand around his throat, threatingly gripping it with very little pressure. “You’re not the one giving orders.” A shiver of excitement ran trough Joost’s veins, he ever so slightly arched his back, pressing his body closer to yours. “Now shut up and take it.”, your hips snapped against Joost’s, and his groans became even weaker. The pleasure was building up in his stomach, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle it. His vision went blurry, and his body tensed up, his nails dug deep into your skin, leaving bloody scratched all over your back. “Fuuuuuuck”, he moaned against your collarbone. Warm, milky white cum shot out of his length, all over his stomach and chest, you yourself quickly pulled out and dropped the load on top of his. “Messy Boy.”, you whispered.

He laid there for a few minutes, panting heavily and feeling utterly spent. You grabbed a random t shirt on the bed and wiped him clean. With a good wash it’ll be as good as new, you thought. Gentle to not disturb him too much, you laid on top of him, resting your head against his chest. He let out a small huff, then wrapped his arms around you. “I’m going to feel this all day tomorrow…”, he mumbled. “Then I did it right.”, you closed your eyes, enjoying his warm breath trickling down your face and neck. Joost hadn’t seen the tattoo on your back before but was admiring it now. It was another snake, wrapping around a big dagger with various decorations on it. He ran a hand over it, feeling the skin he had scratched open around it. “So, you like it een beetje ruw?”, he whispered. “Ja but I can be sweet too.” Joost chuckled. You looked up again, enveloping him in a genuine, gentle kiss. Brushing a stray hair away, you caressed his cheek. The blond hummed lightly, his heart fluttering at the tender kiss. His lips curled up into a sweet smile. “Just for some people though.”, you grinned cheekily.

After having thrown on your briefs, you had retrieved your pants and began rummaging the pockets. “Can we go out to the balcony? I’d like to have a smoke.” Joost raised an eyebrow while his smile revealed his dimples. “Cigs after a good lay, huh?”, he began to fumble around in his bedside drawer, trying to find his own pack. “They’re on me, owe you after that.”, you giggled. Joost opened the slide door and led you outside. The atmosphere was calm, the two of you sat down on the floor. You held out your pack to the man, before taking a cigarette for yourself. He put it between his lips, waiting for you to light it. His eyes watched your face closely. After having his cigarette lit, Joost leaned against the balcony railing, enjoying the fresh breeze. You looked over the city while the smoke mingled as they both exhaled. Joost reached out and tangled his hand with yours. “You’re so pretty.”, you mumbled absently, watching a few blonde hairs follow the flow of the wind, his hair was all messed up, but he looked perfect. The tips of his hair looked almost white in the moonlight. “I’m usually not into blondes.”, you ruffled up his hair. “Hey!”, he cried out, but he quickly reached for your hair in an attempt at revenge. You gladly lowered your head, letting him do whatever he wants. Instead of messing up your whole hair, like you though he would, he gently combed trough it with his fingers. It felt soothing, you leaned into his touch and ended up flopping your upper body down into his lap. He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Comfy?”

A pleased hum escaped you, moments like these should last forever.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 5 months

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Moi Devochki: Chapter 3

Warnings: cannon typical violence, Steves an asshole

Word count: 2463

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About two weeks have passed since the three of you have mated and by some skill and lots of pure luck you've all been able to keep anyone from finding out. Well, accept Yelena but she was definitely an exception. Natasha was dying to let Clint know, but she was afraid her best friends excitement would have that information quickly finding its way into the ear of every Avenger.

The three of you are in the training room currently, Nat had brought you both here to train you in some more combat techniques. You both knew a few things, but she wanted to make sure her mates were both well prepared, she didn’t want to risk either of you getting hurt.

She demonstrates each move before having you try it out on each other. The current move Wanda is to replicate on you is a basic Armeyskiy Rukopashniy Boy(army hand to hand combat) move that Nat had learned from Spetsnaz, the Russian Special forces. All she had to do was disarm you of the rubber training knife without being ‘stabbed’.

You lunged at the other Omega, swinging the fake blade at her. She shifted into her defensive stance, her arms and hands ready. Or at least she thought they were ready but halfway through she forgets what her next move is, her hands fumble and the two of you end up colliding. You both fall to the floor below, the training mats softening your landing as Wanda ends up landing on top of you.

She quickly tries to move, worried you might be hurt but your hands grab her waist keeping her close as you erupt in laughter. After a few seconds you can hear her laugh join yours, both of you finding the situation far more hilarious than you should have.

Your Alpha chuckles as she watches the two of you. Normally she might repremaind you both for not taking training seriously but she knows she's had you in here for hours and that you’d both been trying your best and had even learned several new moves already, so she lets you all simply be in the moment.

Once your laughter dies down Wanda lifts her head to look at you, your eyes meet hers and upon seeing the sparkle of happiness in your eyes she can’t help but forget where you are as she leans down and kisses you. The joy of this moment is incredibly brief, however because Steve had walked in just in time to see Wandas lips meet yours.

“Wanda! Get off of Y/n right now!” he shouts as he walks closer to you both

The Omega, startled by the other Alphas presence immediately does as she's told, her eyes gluing themselves to the floor as she prepares to be reprimanded or punished. Your face contorts in concern until you remember Nat is with you, you know she’ll shut Steve up. Before he can get any closer Natasha is in front of him, a deep growl coming from her and he finds himself slightly startled as he had been so focused on the two of you he hadn’t noticed the other Alphas presence.

“Nat, what are you-” he begins to say before getting cut off

“Back off Rogers.” she growls out, causing confusion to show itself on Steves face

He shakes his head, “They're both Omegas, behavior like that isn't befitting of two Avengers. They have to put a stop to whatever this is, now. And you know that.”

He goes to move around her but her hand pushes firmly into his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “You won’t be going near them.'' Her tone leaves little room for argument, but Steve isn't known for backing down. He studies her a moment before he glances over her shoulder at you and Wanda, the two of you stand there obviously nervous under his gaze. She sees this and gets even angrier, “Keep your eyes off my Omegas.” she says, shoving his chest.

“Your Omegas?” he questions as his eyebrows shoot up, nearing his hairline. He tries not to let jealousy overtake him, he’d been interested in you for a few months now.

“Yes. Mine.” she growls, pulling the collar of her shirt away from her neck, proudly showing off the marks the two of you left. He lets out a huff trying to calm himself, but Nat can sense the anger rolling off him in waves.

He shakes his head again, “That doesn't excuse this Natasha. They can’t be together.” his tone is harsh, and your Alpha bites back a snarl at his words

“Like hell they can’t! They love each other, they love me and I love them. I’m their Alpha and I gave them permission to bond-” she begins to say before being interrupted

“You let them do what?!” he shouts in disbelief. If you were his Omega he never would have let that occur and Natasha allowing it to happen was a huge mistake.

Upon hearing all the growls and yelling Yelena, Bucky and Tony appear in the doorway. As soon as she sees her sister guarding you both from Steve she calmly walks into the room and stands beside the redhead. The look she gives the Alpha in front of her is cold and if eyes could kill, Steve would be a dead man.

“Sestra, nuzhno li mne ustranit' etu problemu?(Sister, need me to remove the problem?)” she asks, tone as cold as her glare

Nat smirks, “Tol'ko yesli vy khotite, chtoby(Only if you want to.)”

Bucky hurries over to Steves side before the two blond Alphas start fighting, “Whats the problem here Steve?”

“The problem is them.” he says, gesturing to Wanda and you, you both flinch slightly. Yelena and Nat both growl at his tone and words. Buckys brow raises in question as Tony strolls up to the conversation.

“Now hold on a moment everyone. Let's take a few deep breaths and a few steps back from each other, alright?” he says as he gestures at the two pairs of Alphas. Nat grunts refusing to budge, so of course Steve stands firm, earning him a sigh from Bucky. “Or not. Someone at least care to fill me in?” Tony adds

“Natasha let the Omegas back there bond with each other.” Steve says

“They're my mates! Why does it matter to you what I allow them to do?!” she shouts, Yelenas hand on her shoulder the only thing keeping her from getting in Steves face.

His fists clench and he sighs, “Because, it’s illegal for them to even be together let alone for them to bond. Not to mention it's unnatural, every Omega needs an Alpha.”

“They have one dipshit! My sister is their Alpha, try and keep up!” Yelena shouts

“That very well may be the problem.” he mumbles, and Bucky is really starting to fear for his friends safety.

“What did you just say?” Nat growls, her eyes stare at him with such intensity that even Tony finds himself sweating.

“I said you're the problem here Romanoff. They each need a proper Alpha of their own. They shouldn't have to be sharing, well, you.” he tells her, disgust in his tone. Now he had managed to even make you and Wanda mad, Natasha was a proper Alpha. So she was a female Alpha, that wasn’t a big deal to anyone younger than World War 2, Steve was obviously stuck in the past. Bucky however could finally see this for what it really was, his best friend was jealous that the redhead got your attention when he didn’t and he was angry that Nat had managed to claim you.

Natasha growls at his words but she tries to let them wash over her, she tries not to partially believe that maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t good enough for both or even one of you.

Yelena however, oh Yelena strikes. Her fist connects with Steves jaw with a crunch and surprisingly the super soldier stumbles back slightly. Tony flinches as he watches the punch and Bucky is quick to place himself in front of his friend, making his focus go from the two Russians to him instead. At least that was the plan, plans don’t always go accordingly though.

A growl leaves Steve as he stands back up, nursing his split lip. “Now Steve, just hang on for a second ok? I think Yelena was well within her merits for that hit.” Bucky says

Tony nods, “You did deserve it, you were quite rude to Nat.”

“Telling the truth isn’t being rude.” he hisses through gritted teeth, attempting to push past Bucky, but Bucky holds him in place with his metal arm.

“What exactly are you getting at Rogers!?” Nat yells, her patience is incredibly thin at this point

“Y/n deserves better than to have to settle for you as her Alpha! I could take much better care of her than you ever could! And if she was mine, I’d make sure she never saw you or Wanda ever again!” he roars. Wanda looks scared and she grabs a hold of your arm tightly, like Steve might rip you away and claim you for his own at any second.

Natashas anger is incredible, “Y/n is my Omega, not yours! She chose me, they both chose me! Not you Steve, me! You will never take her away from Wanda or me and if you ever try I swear with everything in me that I will rip your head off!”

Steve growls ready to fire back, but Buckys patience has run out. “That's enough Steve. Y/n’s made her choice, you have to accept it. Natasha is their Alpha and if she's alright with it then we really have no say in the matter.”

“It’s not just about that! Stark, help me out here.” Steve looks to the billionaire

“Don’t look at me. You dug yourself into this hole and at this point you're even burying yourself in it. Yeah, sure, technically it's illegal, but we all know that's a load of bullshit the Alpha lawmakers just don’t want to change because it potentially means less Omegas to mate with.” he replies

“But they-” he begins

Tony has also had enough of this and he can tell you and Wanda are incredibly uncomfortable and scared “Alright that's enough from everyone! The Omegas are absolutely petrified right now! Nat you take care of them, Steve stay the hell away from them. Bucky, keep him in line and Yelena, kick his ass if need be.”

At Tonys words Natasha turns to you and Wanda and her face falls when she sees tears streaming down both of your faces as Wanda clutches onto your arm like her life depended on it. She hated that Steve was able to work everyone up like this instead of just accepting who you chose. She supposes it's not that easy though, she probably would be acting similarly if the roles were reversed.

Bucky manages to get Steve to leave with him and Yelena starts beating a punching bag to relieve some of her frustrations. Leaving Tony to watch your Alpha as she nervously watches the two of you instead of approaching.

“Go on, they need you right now.” he tells her

“What if he was right, what if I’m not a good enough Alpha for them?” she worries

Tony places a hand on her shoulder and she looks at him, “Then two Omegas wouldn’t have let you claim them. They obviously think very highly of you to bond with you. And for Yelena to punch Steve, she must think you're something special. And you know what Nat, they're right.”

She smiles, “Thanks Tony, I needed to hear that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take care of my mates.” He smiles as he watches her walk over to you both, enveloping you in a tight hug.

She quickly gets the two of you back to Wandas room and settled in the nest. The three of you decided to make her room your permanent one for the three of you because you all wanted to keep the nest that was covered in the scents of all three of you from your first night together.

Wanda still has a tight grip on your arm so you gently cup her cheek and bring her gaze to yours, “It’s ok baby. I’m not going anywhere, Tasha made sure of that.”

“Yelena, Tony and Bucky too.” Nat adds, gently smiling at both of you.

But Wanda still looks upset. “I was afraid he would take her from us.” she admits

Your Alpha quickly brings you both close to her, “I’d never let that happen. I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” you and Wanda reply

The three of you get comfortable and your Alpha turns on some sitcoms for Wanda to enjoy. You stay snuggled like that for a few hours, until there's a knock at the door. Nat gets up and opens it to find Bucky and Steve standing there, upon seeing the blond her lip curls in a snarl.

“Why is he here?” she snaps

Bucky raises his hands, “Easy Nat. I wouldn’t have brought him here if he meant any harm, you know that.”

She nods, “Ok. So he’s here because?”

“Because I’m sorry. I was very rude to you and I frightened your Omegas. I just…I really thought Y/n was it for me, and that doesn't excuse my behavior at all. I just wanted it known that I was running on jealousy and instinct earlier instead of using my head.” he explains

“Yeah I kinda figured as much. I appreciate the apology, give us some time and I’m sure we’ll be able to forgive you as long as this was a one time thing.” she says

“It was. Tell Wanda and Y/n that I’m sorry. They make a cute couple, and they deserve to be happy and not let my words or anyone else's hinder that happiness.” he replies

“I’ll tell them. See you around Steve. Though you might want to stay away from Yelena for a while.” she says with a smirk

He smiles, “Don’t worry, I learned my lesson. Don’t mess with Natasha or you get Yelena.” He and Bucky turn and walk off as Nat shuts the door and makes her way back to the nest.

She fills the two of you in on the conversation and the two of you seem much more relaxed now. You both purr as you settle back into her and resume watching the sitcom. You spend the rest of the night cuddled together until sleep washes over you all.

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phoeebsbuffay · 1 year

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Imagine you work with Hayden Christensen and… you fall in love with him.

Warnings: fluffy, comfort/light reading, filled with old cliches.

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You are in that moment of your life where daydreaming about men in general has long lost any sense; when flirting happens you sabotage it: when you just enjoy solitude, even though there is this small part of you that never really quit that romantic side.

Nevertheless, at long last you are working hard, so there is little time to think about those things. You work so hard, however, that family and friends warn you about your mental health. But you dismiss their concern. You just like occupying your mind, is all.

Hayden thinks likewise. After divorce, romance has long disappeared out of his sight and mind. Of course, he engages in casual flings every now and then, but even so it’s been… what? Two, three years since he actually got laid?

Not that he minds. His return to “Star Wars” saga, or rather his come back to acting in general, besides his daughter, have been the main reasons to let him busy enough to such nonsenses.

But it so appears that destiny holds something different, though… And so, dear reader, we are invited to investigate how this will roll.

Today is the first day of the filming of a movie that Hayden is starring after finishing his work at “Ahsoka”. So as he arrives and you too, such paths collide.

You, distracted, just tumbled when Hayden, who happens to be nearby, quickly comes to aid you, thus preventing a worse fall to occur.

“Whoa whoa, calm down, take it easy Miss”, so he says, concerned.

“Oh thank you, sir. Disastrous me, uh?”, you joke in response, getting a smile from your savior.

“Aren’t we all sometimes?”, he chuckles. “Glad I could be of help, otherwise that would be such a fall.”

“Indeed. Mondays are…Mondays. Suppose my body has been, well, getting used to the routine”, when you realize this handsome man is talking to you, actually engaging to a silly conversation like this, you start to ask yourself if being that far from the single market got you mental.

But this is not a thought shared by Hayden, who, however, does find you a beauty, quite taken with your y/c eyes and your smile.

“It happens to the best of us", he agrees. "Specially after vacations. I'm Hayden, by the way. What's your name? I'm afraid we have not been introduced."

You smile, somewhat shy mostly due to the embarrassment of the situation. Nevertheless, you offer your hand for him to shake. As he takes and shakes it, you speak:

"Nice to meet you, Hayden. I'm Y/N. Are you working with us on this project?"

"Yeah. I got the main role, in fact."

It's when you realize...

"Oh." You try to mask your shock, but Hayden sees it--and truthfully he finds your disconcert adorable. "Of course. Welcome, welcome. It is indeed not a most appropriate moment for us to meet".

"Allow me to disagree, Y/N. The timing could not be better."

One smiles to the other. This is where the fun begins indeed...

***

You should know by now that if a conversation was merely enough you wouldn't keep every single detail running in the back of your head. What are you, 18? But could you help yourself, though?

When you speak, he actually listens; he does pay attention, he is there. He is not asking nonsense questions or anything of the sort. Because Hayden is interested in what you have to say.

Despite finding himself a handsome man whose company often brings you delights, you don't dare to harbor any sort of feelings mostly because of your old scars.

Yet, there is one detail that keeps hammering your head, bringing you to reason so you don’t get yourself too dreamy about it: he is, for all effects, your coworker. Therefore, all he can be for you is a friend.

And you force yourself to content with that.

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you?”, he asks you one day. There is concern in his eyes, which leads you immediately to wonder it’s related to work, but the way he smiles at you at the same time makes your knees weak.

Oh, holy shit.

“Of course, what is it?”

“I would like to know what are your thoughts about these lines”, he shows you the script. “I’ve been considering changing some to this. Listen up.”

It’s difficult not to be captivated by his passionate speech. You don’t think you’ve met someone as interesting as him, or as intelligent. He loves what he’s doing and is always seeking to improve. You learn from these traits too, aware that you have always to be the best in what you do, but not in a competitive way: only in one where you overcome yourself by getting better daily.

Unbeknownst to you, Hayden appreciates that you do actually hear him, seeing him as who he really is and what he aims to be. You are sincere, kind and decent: qualities he appreciates in a woman.

But because you two are co-workers, all he can do is find excuses to speak to you because insofar he lacks the courage to ask you out. Specially because he’s still unsure how to get himself in a possible relationship after he got divorced—even though he’s been divorced for a long while now.

“I think you are doing a great job”, you tell him after you two share some ideas. “But I also think you are working too hard. I mean, so am I, it’s been crazy days. Do you like coffee?”

And just like that it comes out. You don’t even think twice, it blurts out naturally. Hayden doesn’t see it coming too, finding rather charming the panic that starts to rise in your eyes once you realize what you said.

So it’s reciprocal.

“I do, yes. This weekend my daughter is staying with her mother because it’s her grandparents’ wedding anniversary, which means I’m good with hanging out after work”, his smile spreads when seeing a blush coloring your cheeks. “Does it work for you?”

“Coffee on a Friday evening? 5pm?”

“Yeah.”

“It works just as fine”, you beam.

“Great. I’ll see you soon!”

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It’s Friday. You try to act casually, giving double focus in your job. But whether you spot him acting or speaking to someone of the crew, your heart races and your body reacts in a teenage manner that makes you blush violently.

You struggle to be discreet but damn it, that owner of such a pair of blue eyes is too handsome. You sigh deep down and there you have it: the return of your romantic side.

“Hello, hello! Back to Earth, Y/N Y/LN”, you hear your boss teasingly calling you.

You don’t know, but there is already gossip between some of the ladies of the production part, because apparently you are not entirely discreet when it comes to Hayden. Naturally, however, no one is speaking it in front of you even if your boss is tempted to tease you about it.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a little out of…”

“…the radar? Yeah, I can tell. Is there something amiss?”

“Not at all”, you lie. “It’s been an intense week, is all.”

“You’ve been working hard indeed”, he agrees. “Keep going, you’ll go far, my dear”.

He pets your shoulder before leaving you to your thoughts: certainly you didn’t expect to hear such a thing. But what do bosses know?

You sigh. At least Friday is coming soon.

***

Hayden dresses fancifully for this day, even though the coffeeshop you are going is one like Starbucks. He does want to impress you, though. Curious is how he feels alive after a long time off the market for some silly reasons.

But today is the day. Once his filming ends, he comes after you, praying he’s not entirely antiquing in matters of dating. However, every doubt dies when seeing how big your smile is and how sparkly your eyes are. Clearly you don’t know how expressive you can be.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your heart races when he addresses you. A smile comes naturally as a result.

“Hey, Hayden.”

“Let’s go?”

“Yeah.” As you two walk side by side, you start to wonder whether you are a grown woman or what, because this man makes you weak every time his eyes are set on you. “How was your day?”

As he side eyes discreetly at you, you cannot know that Hayden is thinking almost the same. Charmed by your presence, your enigmatic aura draws him to you, despite his fears of starting a new relationship—or perhaps is he misleading himself in desiring so?

“It was good, thank you for asking. Had fewer scenes today, but those were more intense per usual. I suppose you could tell that because I didn’t have the time to come to you as the rest of the days…”

He smirks at how adorable you look when going pink.

The coffeeshop is not so far, so it doesn’t take you a long time to reach it. Once you do, you and Hayden pick a discreet table that are not too much at the people’s sight.

It’s not until both of you order for black coffee and a piece of lemon cake that you engage in proper conversation.

“Indeed I’ve noticed you’ve been quite busy. That’s what you get for being the main star”, you smirk in tease, pleased for bringing him to laughters.

“What can I do? I try my best”, he responds in an amusing tone.

Does it feel like it’s going too fast? Neither could tell. You and Hayden speak as if you’ve been more than friends over years. Without your notice—or even his—, he takes your hand and gently locks fingers with you.

Between one exchange of glances here, some laughters there, you just know. It’s scary, it’s frightening for sure, but you know.

He is the one.

So what now? Well, you panic internally and opt not to tell anything. Just in case…

***

“You’ve been dating her for what, five weeks now?”, says Ewan when meeting Hayden for some heads up.

“Yeah, I have. She’s a really nice girl, I mean… I haven’t brought to laughters for a long time”, Hayden smiles as he remembers the last date you two had together. “She’s funny and her wit doubles her beauty, you know.”

He chuckles.

“Hayden, my friend”, Ewan places a hand over his friend’s shoulder. “Why are you wasting your time? Ask her to be your girlfriend. I am surprised she’s this patient, honestly.”

“Well me too”, he admits it. “But I wasn’t entirely sure…”

“It’s always appropriate to have some good sense and caution, but fear only holds back for living… Don’t sabotage yourself. Go for it.”

Hayden looks thoughtful, but in truth… Maybe it’s just time to be impulsive again. Or not so impulsive since he comes to discover he’s in love with you.

***

And here come your insecurities again. You start to question yourself whether you got yourself in this too fast, if there’s something wrong with you, or even if you haven’t learned with your previous experiences in failed relationships yet.

All of this because… you’ve been going on several dates with him and nothing gives you the certainty that he corresponds you. At the same time, if this was casual he’d drop you on the first weeks because you are openly against casual sex.

So today you decide to break things with him. You don’t like uncertainties and your heart is already pained with disappointment when Hayden surprises you by paying you a visit right after you had breakfast on a Saturday morning.

“Hey, Y/Nickname. May I come in?”

“Hayden!”, you cannot conceal your surprise and Hayden may have detected your suspicious, perhaps waiting for the worse. “I wasn’t expecting you coming this early! Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, it is. I know this is unexpected but in truth there is something I wanted to talk to you.”

He hesitates, probably waiting for some reaction from you. As you say nothing, he proceeds:

“I know we’ve been hanging out more than a few weeks. I know it may seem I haven’t made my mind yet about us… The truth is always cliche, too predictable to be denied”, he hurries to short the distance between you two.

“Then tell me if it’s worth the waiting, Hayden”, you whisper, staring down to his eyes as he cups your face. “Or else I will leave…”

“No. I am not losing you, Y/N.” He murmurs firmly. “I love you.”

Your eyes go wide and your mind goes blank.

“You w-what? Are you sure? Are…”

He decides to give you an answer that will shush your doubts, doing so by kissing you fervently as he holds you in his arms.

From that day you both held the certainty in your hearts that you two are meant to be…

***

Epilogue: a year later.

Hayden watches as you take his daughter for a horseback ride, proud of how easily you bonded with her. The scene is precious before his eyes.

“Show me that trick again!”, she exclaims at you as you do some magic with a coin you had in the pocket of your jeans.

You are leading her over her mare in a green scenario, mixed with blue skies and different shades of colors that paint the walls of Hayden’s farm house. There, you live with him, occasionally joined by his daughter, precious Brie Rose, whom you get along just fine—and adore like she was your own.

And to spoil her a little more, you do as requested and she is brought to laughters. Not much later, Hayden joins you two.

“What are my favourite women in the world doing?”, he asks, hugging you from behind as he laces his daughter with a free arm, pressing a kiss on top of her head before doing the same to you.

“Riding a horse”, she tells him excitedly. “All by myself, see? Auntie Y/N taught me well.”

You cannot help at how she calls you and giggle softly. Hayden smiles brightly upon the affection she has developed to you.

“You know what, Brie? Do you think we could do this forever?”

When she turns her face to you two, you see a spark in her eyes.

“Of course! What do you think, auntie?”

You giggle quietly.

“That depends of your father, my darling.”

Hayden gently pulls you against him, a smile growing on his lips.

“Is that a yes?”

“When did I ever see refuse you anything, my love?”

And just like that a new beginning rises in the horizon for this family that you grew devoted to. One kiss and unspoken vows are sealed…

#sorry guys if this isn’t what y’all expected somewhere along the lines my muse left me #Hayden Christensen #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen fluff #Hayden Christensen x female reader #star wars #star wars imagine #imagine star wars

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canonicallyobserving911 · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 22 will be posted soon.

Currently 21 chapters completed: 797.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

[#1 Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

[#2 Previous snippet from WIP Wednesday]

[#3 Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 22 because there's less than one day remaining until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 21, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie finalized everything before the three of them left L.A. on Friday, December 15th. On December 10th, Buck agreed to meet with his biological father and Eddie and Chris will be present with him when they meet at 12 noon at the restaurant Edward selected. Buck still doesn't know Chris is going to ask him to adopt him on Christmas morning and neither Buck nor Chris knows anything about the gift Eddie bought to commemorate the special moment. Also, Eddie's planning several big surprises for Buck on their wedding day and for a week later when they arrive in London but Eddie doesn't know Chris and Buck are planning a surprise for him too. The three of them are speaking Italian more frequently and finally, Maddie, the 118 and Athena are still planning to throw them an engagement party because they don't know they're getting married which means New Year's Eve at Maddie's and Chimney's is going to be interesting 😉.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner (Chapter 17), to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa (Chapter 18) and Buck told the Buckley parents he's getting married and that he has a son (Chapter 19). Only three people know they're getting married and they are Chris, Carla and Malone. They told Carla and Malone (Chapter 19) because they asked them to be their witnesses at the Italian Consulate and they told Chris (Chapter 20) that evening after they got the "Atto Notorio" (Declaration) signed but no one else knows. In Chapter 21, Buck, Eddie and Chris arrived in Rome, Italy and they're preparing for the big day.

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Here's another romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 22 of Eddie and Buck having a conversation while they're in their villa in Roma, Italia.

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It’s 2:23PM and Eddie’s standing in the living area facing the hallway while Chris is sitting on the couch waiting for him to give him the signal.

When the door to Buck’s and Eddie’s bedroom opens, Eddie watches as he exits, then he turns and looks at Chris. He nods his head and says, “Hit it!”

“Ok dad.” He replies and he taps the screen on Eddie’s phone to select the song Eddie chose for this occasion. He selected it two months ago after they got engaged and he’s been waiting to play a specific portion of it since the night they both said, “Yes, I’ll marry you” after their simultaneous proposals.

The song is at the beginning of his “He’s My Everything” playlist but he didn’t tell Buck about it while they were on the airplane discussing their playlists because this is one of the many surprises he has planned just for him.

After Chris taps play, the song starts and the melody plays through the villa’s Bluetooth sound system’s speakers.

As Buck continues to walk and get closer to the living area, he hears a group of melodic male voices repeatedly singing the same phrase over and over again.

“Let’s get married!”

He briefly wonders which group it is because he thinks he’s heard one of their other songs but he doesn’t have long to contemplate it. When he looks up, he sees his fiancé, the love of his life, Eddie Diaz standing there with a big smile on his face.

Eddie’s hand is extended and waiting for him to put his hand in his and the sight of it causes Buck to remember the dream he had about this day back in September when he was still living at the loft.

After he takes the last steps forward, he puts his hand in Eddie’s then Eddie wraps his free arm around his waist and pulls him close. Buck wraps his free arm around Eddie’s waist and with the group still singing “Let’s get married”, Eddie starts saying everything he said to him in his dream and the tears he thought he successfully blinked back while he was still in the bedroom, start streaming down his face.

Eddie whispers into his ear, “Buck?”

“Buck… my love.”

“Babe, I love you so much.”

“Evan, you’re my one true love.”

“Don’t you know… you’re the love of my life?”

Buck can’t speak because he's so emotional but he manages to nod his head while it rests on Eddie’s shoulder to let him know he hears him but the next statement that escapes Eddie’s lips is the one that makes him weep.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Buck hiccups on a sob and Eddie’s right there to hold onto him. His knees buckle but Eddie holds him up just like always because he has his back and his heart. After a few seconds, he composes himself and whispers, “I know and I’m sorry it took me so long to get here”.

He feels Eddie’s lips softly brush against his ear when he admits, “It’s ok because I’ll wait a lifetime for you. We’re here now and it’s time for us to start our forever.”

“Our for—ever!” Buck says as he exhales a shuddering breath.

“Evan, ti amo!” [“Evan, I love you!”]

“Ti amo cosi tan—to!” [“I love you too so much!”]

Then Eddie pulls back, meets those ocean blue eyes he loves so much and without releasing their joined hands, he takes his free hand and uses his thumb to wipe away Buck’s tears. Then he emphatically says, “Amore mio, sposiamoci!” [“My love, let’s get married!”]

Buck hiccups on the sob that’s caught in the back of his throat but he manages to respond, “Pic—cola, sì, sposiamoci!” [“Babe… yes, let’s get married!”] And that’s all it takes for him to lean in and passionately kiss his fiancé.

What’s going to happen next? 🙃

Are they going to stop kissing in enough time to make it to their ceremony by 3:00PM? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - Will be posted soon.

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Chapter 22 will be posted soon.

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indieyuugure · 1 year

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Hi I love your art it has so much emotion and detail! But I was wandering if the turtles from 2018 will learn about the 2012 love interests, and what would be their reactions?

Thank you! I try my best to put as much raw emotion into the pictures as possible!

So the Donnie-April-Casey love triangle disaster has been brought up a few times in the comic (mostly as a joke)

The first time it’s brought up is Colliding Worlds part 2, where the Donnies find Rise Leo, 12 Casey and April. Donnie and Casey throw each other’s their favorite insults (Gap Tooth and Cave Mouth) hinting at the tension between them and April. Leo and Donnie definitely acknowledge the tension as Rise Donnie then says:

“Not to intrude on your conversation that is apparently of extreme importance, but perhaps we could pick this up any other time!?”

The next time their love triangle is mentioned is in Eye of the Storm Part 2, where if you look closely you can see this interesting little scene while the others are recapping the book so far.

Later in Eye of the Storm part 3, you can see that Rise Casey has taken notice to the 12 Casey and Donnie’s tense relationship.

He asks why Casey and Donnie dislike each other so much, but is cut off with a harsh “No.”

A few pages after, Rise Casey sees 12 Casey flirting with April and Donnie walking in very upset. Rise Casey sees what’s going on a puts it together out loud, to which 12 Raph says:

“‘Love Triangle’ makes it sound so romantic. It’s more like what happens when you add water to hot oil.”

And of course in the most recent update, you see while the 12 boys are hugging it out, Casey and April flirt, April asking “What’cha thinking about Jones?” And Casey delivering the corniest one liner, “A red and yellow sunset.” (Give Casey a break, his two brain cells worked really hard to think that one up!)

As for Leo, There’s some scrapped dialogue from Retribution Part 1 where the Leo-Karai debacle was going to be brought up.

As you some of you probably noticed, Rise Leo is accidentally quoting Karai. In some of the ideas for the dialogue, it looked something like this:

R!Leo: You always talk to yourself when you’re alone?

12Leo: Ka-L-Leo? *sigh* Gosh you sound like my sister…

R!Leo: Wait! You have a sister!?

12Leo: uh…well um, it‘s…kinda complicated…

Later on the next page:

12Leo: thanks…I…I needed that…

R!Leo: Hey! I’m just returning the favor! But, by the way, you seem really awkward talking about your sister, you didn’t like accidentally fall in love with her because she was adopted by your enemy and so thought she wasn’t related to you and you thought she’s super hot, right?

12Leo: … … …

R!Leo: WHAT!? Wait Seriously!? That was like the stupidest thing I could come up with!! Ohmigosh that’s priceless! What’s she like? Is she super into martial arts? Is she hot? Is she-

12Leo: I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!

R!Leo: *snicker-snicker* (so he still likes her, lol)

As for Raph’s relationship with Mona Lisa, I’ve posted this concept Art before, but I’ll post it again. Mona was meant to appear earlier(probably somewhere in Corrupted Logic) however, that was scrapped, and while I would like to put her in later, I don’t think it would work.

I do, however plan on doing some shorts that’ll go in the back of the comic, much like the holiday specials I’ve done and the Behind the Scenes Potty Mouths short. I really REALLY love Ramona and I think if any of the ships get a special, it’s that one.

Mikey and Renet or Shinigami(whichever you were thinking of I guess) haven’t been mentioned at all. I don’t plan on either of them showing up or it really being mentioned at all. Sorry Mike.

The vast majority of the romance(what little there is) in the comic, is played out in the background, as I don’t want it to take the stage as the main focus. The plot is not about the Donnie-April-Casey love triangle or whatever the heck is going on with Leo and Karai, it’s about the turtles defeating the Krang and learning to work with their counterparts and be a better team along the way. So sorry if it’s a little hard to spot/doesn’t exist in the canon, lol

Good question! :]

#rise of the parallel #tmnt #ninja turtles #q&a

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Pairing: Johnny MacTavish x fem!Reader Warning(s): [ 18 + only ] friends-with-benefits (incoming); implied reverse sunshine/grumpy trope; mentions of sex (w/ dom and sub vibes but like it’s subtext; pining (mutual); religious imagery; angst (?); not much plot while Johnny is clowning around the entire time; I could not explain to you why reader is in a constant state of distress lmao Summary: Johnny thinks a FWB relationship would be good A/N: there will be a follow up; (I made Johnny sound incredibly Scottish?? I dialed it back in various parts for easier reading if you notice inconsistencies) - I tried to get this out as my winter break is ending soon, so sorry for the rushed intro and ending (I’ll come back to fix it after the term) Word Count: 2.7k Translations: [know/ken] [I'm/ahm] [don't/dinnae] [of/o'] [you/ye] [your/yer] [for/fer] [mom/mam] [can't/cannae]

He's an unwavering fixture in your life, a constant that you can depend on; you know that he's always been waiting at the end of your warpath for you in that special way where he can absorb every negative emotion without a second thought.

You’d asked Johnny to spar with you – a terrible decision on your part as you’re now suffering the consequences. He manages to do another take down maneuver that has you slammed onto the ground, your back colliding with the hard surface. It tears the breath out of your lungs.

His voice is low and teasing in your ear, a rough timbre that melts you from the inside out. "Tap out."

You're panting, gasping for air as best you can after being winded from his throw. Still, you show snark in the face of defeat. "Fuck you."

The accent is there. "C'mon hen. You really wan' tae keep this up?"

It is several more moments of him cutting off your air supply before you slap the floor in frustration. It only stokes the annoyance in you further.

He rolls over onto the mat, collapsing onto his back next to you. "Solid work. Gonna have bruises in the morning. Two-fer-o, but—"

“Let's go again.” Your body is sore and aching with a promise of further pain. It’s not enough, especially when you can feel all of the pent-up frustration and disappointment that’s followed you off the field. You wish that it had stayed behind, but you still carry it with despite your best attempts to shake it off.

He turns his face towards you. Sweat dots his temple. He appraises you for a second before he shaking his head. His mouth curls down into an expression of displeasure. “Nah, we're done for the day."

You, decidedly, do not agree with this.

You don't think, only react. Maybe you can catch him off guard. It's undignified, but you do it anyway. You need a win after these past few months, no matter how small and dirty. You swing your body, exploiting the momentum to pinch him into a headlock.

He's quick to act though, expertly avoiding your ambush. A flurry of movement – Johnny lays you out with brutal efficiency.

It's infuriating.

You huff out your annoyance, less than pleased at this turn of events.

He's straddling you, weathered and calloused hands on your skin. Thick fingers curl around your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. He leans in closer, the weight of his body pressing into yours. "Behave," he admonishes.

A wave of heat draws into your limbs at the command.

You instead, settle for narrowing your eyes at him.

"Thas' three, by the way,” he says around a smug grin. "But whose keepin' count, right?"

"Ready tae tell me what's got you so worked up?"

“What makes you think something’s bothering me?”

“Everybody and their mam’s noticed, hen. You’re not exactly doin' a great job o’ keepin' it under wraps. Hell, you were so strung out on the plane ride, I had to make sure ye didn’t accidentally take home a giant rod up the arse once we landed.”

“Did you just admit to checking me out?”

He did linger a few metres back after deboarding.

Johnny gives you a pointed look. “It was with your best interests in mind, bonnie,” he says solemnly. “Like wan o' those welfare checks. Just bein' a good mate and all that.”

“Thanks for your service,” you say dryly.

He’s a natural flirt at heart, a sweet talker to boot. It’s how he wormed his way into your life in the first place with nothing but boyish charm and megawatt smiles. He’s trouble, and the kind of personality that you never took seriously because for all intents and purposes, he did it with everyone.

“I hate tae be the one tae tell you the bad news, but you’ve also got this… face or somethin’”

“What face?”

“Like whenever my mam bitched at me fer forgettin’ my cleats an she had to swing by the pitch to drop ‘em off.”

“Johnny!”

“Tha's it – tha’s the one. God, you sound jus' like her, too. If I close my eyes, feels like ‘m right back home and she’s chasin’ me around with her broom.”

“I should’ve left you behind in Frankfurt.”

“Funny enough, she said somethin' similar when I was eight. Swear on my life. Now tha' one’s a good story.”

"Come back to my room." The offer is innocent. It's a familiar pattern, practiced enough times that you know the routine by heart now: side-by-side, leaning up against his headboard; third party – the company of an Ardbeg passed between the two of you like clockwork as he does his best to put your mind off of whatever circumstances have you in a piss-poor mood. The effort is always endearing. He tries so hard, the least you can do is pay attention. And you do, closely — so much that you've got the image committed to memory. He’s got permanent residence in that faraway corner of your head where all good things stay safe.

The other parts, you remember too well – ones that he doesn't know about himself. You can't help but notice the little details; they would have to be ripped from your brain for you to forget.

bright blue eyes, glassy and crinkling at the corners when's he had too much to drink and starts laughing at his own jokes

the smell of Scotch on his breath, vanilla and caramel and smoky, spiked with the spearmint from his gum that he chews throughout the day

moonlight, how it blooms across the profile of his face and shines on the scar engraved into his chin (got it because he saved your life and that was his penance – “How’s it look, bonnie? How’s it look?”)

his smile, magnetic and disarming – it draws you in, lowers your defenses and sways you into returning one that matches his own

when he speaks, it's a husky voice, wrapping around you like a blanket, lulls you to sleep as he regales you with all the ways he was a shite-stirrer as a lad and you inevitably drift off

It’s a fever dream, every time – a warm and pleasant haze that washes over you and heats your insides.

And it should not, will not ever happen again.

At least, not after last night, when you'd narrowly avoided the colossal mistake of leaning in and almost kissing him. He might've been too far gone to realize it – you're not sure. But you caught yourself, and that was enough grounds to put a stop to this whole thing.

"Need to ease up on the drinking. With the way we're going, I'll probably die from liver disease before I catch another bullet in the shoulder."

He lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, an action that reveals the hard planes carved into his lower abdomen from years in the military. A happy trail disappears down into the lining of his cargo trousers – something that you dutifully try to ignore. “Know wha' I think y’need?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You cross the space to grab your towel off the bench. You’re not all that interested in hearing what bright ideas he has to offer anymore, but you decide to humor him anyways. “What?”

“A good shag.”

Your head snaps back in his direction. “Oh my god, could you be less crude?”

His laughter echoes across the room. He thinks he's so fucking hilarious.

You hurl the towel in his direction. “Piss off, Soap!”

To your disappointment, he catches it – stupidly brilliant reaction time – before depositing it on his shoulder with relative ease. Johnny's looking quite chuffed with himself. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “When’s the last time you got one in?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Ah dinnae ken,” he says with skepticism. “Wi’ the way your hand-to-hand is, ‘m fully confident my arse is safe for now.”

You let out a low growl of frustration.

He keeps spurring you on. And Johnny, of course, brings up, “Was it March 18? Swear tha’ was the only time I’ve ever seen you in high spirits without my help.”

Your face burns with indignation.

Bastard.

His mouth curves into a devilish grin. He's looking positively thrilled with this newfound discovery. "’M right, aren't I?"

Your brain stalls as you try to come up with a lie, but the silence is more than telling about your circumstances.

His laughter has died down by ten-fold, but there's still a commiserating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tips his head in sympathy, like he's grieving a loss. "Oh, hen..."

You wait for the ground to open up and swallow you whole; it never comes. "Not another fucking word, Johnny."

So anyhow, he can’t bite back his opinions on the matter; he's relentless – too persistent for his own good. He takes a few steps forward, ready to put a hand on your shoulder in consolation. He's never had much consideration for personal space, always the touchy-feely type to throw an arm around you while walking into base after a good op, or drawing you into a hug when he knows you’re feeling down. The expression on your face must have him reconsider his decision, because he wisely stops in his tracks. "Look, it's nothin' t' be ashamed about. You’re sexually frustrated.”

"This conversation is over."

It's a fruitless endeavor. Whatever hope you've held about him dropping the subject is reduced to ashes.

"Jus' a bit o' a dry spell," he carries on – the primary objective is to inflict misery on you. Johnny takes it all in stride, now acting impervious to how much you want to curl up and die. He brings up your sex life as if it's as casual as talking about the bloody weather. "No wonder yer wound up so tight, though. Haven' had the company of a nice bloke in ages —"

You're utterly mortified. You cast your eyes to the ceiling, hoping for some sort of god to strike you down. It would be a merciful death. However, the plea goes unanswered, much to your chagrin. "I'm in hell," you say to yourself in disbelief. "I'm actually in hell right now—"

He continues, paying no mind to the internal crisis that you're suffering at the moment. "Got loads o' friends tha' I think you'd get along wi'. Have plenty o' them on speed dial."

"I'm doing perfectly fine on my own, thank you."

His eyes cut to yours. "I mean, judgin' from how strung out you always are, I'd say tha' whate'er you’re doin' isn' workin' so well. You sure you’re gettin' yourself off alright?”

You almost choke. "Jesus fucking Christ, that's not what I meant. I don't need you to set me up with anybody."

"Alright, hen. I’m hearin' ye loud and clear."

"Finally.”

“It’s just—”

“Johnny…”

"Can I say my piece?”

"For God's sake," you mutter.

He looks at you expectantly.

You gesture to him with an impatient wave of your hand.

“‘M sorry for giving you a hard time. Jus' have trouble believin’ tha’… well, y’know.”

“It’s opportunity. I’m not interested in spending leave with the company of strangers,” you explain. “And I don't exactly have many options on base – nevermind the fact that I'm spending every night slumming it with you."

He snorts at the last revelation.

You roll your eyes at him. You shoot him a look that says, Am I wrong?

“So ye haven’ asked Price or the L.t yet, then? They don’t seem like the relationship type. I think they’d do right by you.”

You give him a flat look.

He grins.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Couldnae help myself, hen. You know me.”

"Keep pulling my chain. See where it gets you."

He studies you for a beat. It’s an awfully long time for him to be thinking about this.

You wonder what his next daft comment will be.

It’s even more stupid than you expect.

“And so you thought about what would happen if you asked me?”

Idiotic, because yes, you've poured over it again and again. There are some lines that you simply shouldn't cross. You’re not entirely aware what your expression is – shock, annoyance? Both?

Either way, Johnny notices. "Don’t give me that look. It's a fair question," he supplies.

You turn your nose up at him, ambivalent. “Must think highly of yourself to assume that the idea even crossed my mind.”

He’s fast with a quip. “I know you’re thorough and tha' ye looked at every option available tae ye, whether it was actually possible or not."

“Clever now, are you?”

"You asked if I could spar with you earlier, aye? But from what I can tell, it didn't do shite. So if you wanna take your anger out on somethin’, I don’t see how this is any different. It’s jus' sex – like scratchin' an itch.”

“Sure,” you deadpan. “If the itch was in the back of my cunt.”

He barks out a laugh. “Aye.” His gaze comes to fix on you, blue eyes all hot and electric with a ferocity so intense it’s nearly scorching. "Ye get it."

Still, he waits patiently – the virtue of a saint.

“Johnny—”

This would never work, you try to say.

And maybe he can sense it. "C'mon," he rasps. His patience wears out, presumably. Then, the words of a sinner – wicked and shameless, unapologetic – they’re cut from the same cloth of forbidden things, a path that you shouldn't go down: “Use me.”

Something catastrophic happens to your brain. If you had any resolve before, it's nowhere to be fucking found now. Every rationale thought, obliterated. There are a million splintered fragments and you can't piece them together enough to form even a semblance of an appropriate response.

What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

Johnny always manages to fill the silence between the two of you. “Dinnae overthink it. I know your scrapin’ together every argument in the book to convince yourself why this is a bad idea. But before you say no, I can promise you tha' I have a thousand better reasons for why it isn’t.”

You're on the verge of capsizing. If you ask, you might never come back up again, and the temptation to go down is very, very appealing. When you finally regain your voice, it sounds like a broken prayer. "Give me one."

He doesn’t even have to mull over it that long. There's no hesitation from him. It’s like he’s had it waiting in the chamber this whole time. "We're close enough fer me to say that I'd do anything fer you, aye? Take what you want. I’m all yours."

“You say that to just any of your mates?”

His face is the picture of innocence. “Only for you.”

You’re stuck in time. Frozen. There’s just his confession still hanging in the air. It’s a long stretch of time before the cogs in your head start running again. You let out a shaky exhale. Fuck, I want you so bad — it's there. Almost, right on the tip of your tongue. Nearly bleeds out. It would make things so messy. “I‘ve got to clear my head. I'll — um, yeah.”

"O’ course." Johnny nods in understanding. There's a small smile on his lips. Polite. He takes a step back, makes space, returns to the sidelines.

You can finally breathe again.

He can’t forget his closing remark though – give you something to chew on. “You’re probably never gonnae wan’ tae be my sparring partner after this, but for what’s it worth, bonnie, I don’ mind the way you feel under me.”

Goddamnit.

#johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap x you #soap mactavish x you

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Introduction) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: Hi everyone, this is my first Tumblr post. I decided to join the Tumblr Lookism community because of how much I love this manhwa and it became my favorite manhwa of all time. I wanted to share my thoughts, memes, and writing because of how much I adore this manhwa. I planned on writing my own mini series based on Lookism, especially on Park Jong Gun because I love him so much. This is all purely for fun, and I have so many Lookism scenarios that I just can’t help but want to share them all with people who love Lookism. If you do come across this, I hope you’ll all enjoy it and the future posts that will come.

The introduction will be a little long, so I hope you’ll bear with me on this one. If not, I’m sorry. You can skip it if you want, but the introduction will be important to understand where the story will be going. But I promise, Gun will be introduced in this part. I hope you appreciate some minor OC’s that I made to make the story a bit more interesting. Enjoy! :)

NSFW Warning: Violence, strong language/cursing, sexual violence, and sexual content (teaser).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Your arms wrapped around the lean, muscular body of the man who you grew to adore. Both of your mouths collided, as well as your bodies. The friction of your bodies made it unbearable, even when you two were still fully clothed. Touching feverishly amongst each other, the two of you wouldn’t dare part ways.

You became so smitten with this man that you got him wrapped around your little finger. His eyes stared down at you, with intense lust in his eyes.

“I think I’m going insane. I don’t think I can control myself any longer.” He said through clenched teeth, as he ripped through your clothes and tossed them aside. Your top, your skirt, and your under garments were torn off instantly, However, he reassured you that he’ll buy you new clothes later.

His hands glide against your legs, pulling them around his waist for you to wrap around him. You clung onto him as he carried you with his strong arms, making sure his lips didn’t leave yours. When the two of you reached the bedroom, he slammed the door behind him then pushed you onto the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” He looked down at you with a strong heated desire. His eyes and his body language says it all. He wanted you badly, and for quite a while now.

Once he removed every layer of clothing that he had on, they all seemed to have landed across the room near the door. He got on top of you, trapping you with his arms on the bed.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I’ll make you even more worthy to become my woman than any other woman could. I’ll make sure that you’ll become mine.”

Ah… when did it become this addicting to be with such a man?

Well, it didn’t really start off just from going on dates. It’s much deeper than that.

It all started in Japan. Japan was the place that held bittersweet memories. The place where you lived harmoniously with your mother in that one-room apartment that you had all to yourselves. That little space was just enough for you to feel content.

You didn’t care if the other students at your school treated you like a freak just because you were poor, wearing old and reused uniform. You’re going to school just to get into a university so you can help provide for you and your mom. That’s all that matters.

You missed your mom’s voice, the way she would sing those nostalgic 90s Japanese pop songs. You remembered when you used to come home from rough days at school. The first thing you’d hear was the sound of your mom’s voice coming from the kitchen, singing blissfully as she was cutting up potatoes and carrots to cook your favorite curry rice. Your mouth would curve to a very wide grin while greeting her and offering to help her out in the kitchen. The both of you would be singing together without a care in the world. Fun and laughter always filled the room whenever you were with your mother.

You missed when your mom would offer to also comb your hair. Her fingers gently untangling your hair left you feeling happiness and pleasure as it soothes you. Back then, times were simpler. There wasn’t a care in the world and you believed that nothing would get in the way from you two living peacefully with content. However, that all took a turn for the worst.

On a gloomy day, you rushed all the way home from school to try and avoid the rain. However, as rain drops started to fall from the sky, you were afraid that you might catch a cold while shielding yourself from the rain. You thought that it would be a hassle for you to have to go to the doctor if you got sick. You wouldn’t want to burden your mom who was already struggling to make ends meet with the rent, bills, and additional debts.

When you reached the front door of your apartment, you clumsily fumbled for your keys in your bag before unlocking the door and opening it. Your hand reached for the door knob and as you slowly turned to open it, you yelled out, “I’m home!-”

Suddenly, everything was moving in slow motion. Your bag dropped onto the ground with a loud thud as your eyes widened in horror. You saw your mom laid on the floor, unconscious with a small pool of blood trailing from her mouth. Panicking, you rushed straight to her and tried to shake her awake. “Mom?! Mom!!! Get up, please!! HELP!!! Someone please, oh god-” You dashed across the room as you reached for the only landline phone available near a meter radius and dialed 1-1-0.

Soon enough, the sounds of sirens were heard nearing with such an ear deafening tone outside your place. You felt yourself trembling as you kept shaking her, hoping that she’ll wake up anytime soon. The paramedics came into your apartment with a stretcher and you helped them lay your unconscious mother onto the stretcher. You sobbed as you saw them take your mother away, following them into the ambulance. Neighbors and random bystanders grew curious to see what was all the commotion and loud ruckus about. Many looked shocked and horrified, while others felt pity towards you and your mother. Everyone’s eyes pierced through your back like a painful wave when you followed the medical professionals into the ambulance and rode off.

Is this really it? What if mom never wakes up?

“Please, hurry…” you whimpered.

About ten minutes have passed and you made it into the hospital. They rushed her out right away to the ER to have her looked into. The doors immediately shut in front of you as you hurried over to the nurse who was blocking your way. “Is she going to be ok? Will she be alright? I don’t want her to die! Please help her!” Was all the words you mustered to say. The nurse surprisingly understood the babble of words that came out of your mouth, as she gave a reassuring grip on your shoulder and said, “I’m sorry miss, but you have to wait out here for a while. We’ll do everything we can to help your mom, okay?”

Please… not like this. Why did it have to be like this? We were okay, so why did things have to turn out like this? God, if you are really there, please don’t take my mom away from me. She’s all I have.

Your hands built into fists as you stood there in front of the ER doors sobbing, anxiously waiting for your mother to be alright.

An hour had passed. Then two hours. Then four hours. Then six. The situation dwindled when the doctor finally came out of the room. Your eyes were alarmed when you met eye contact with the doctor. “How is she doctor? Is she okay now?” The doctor’s eyes loomed with a tint of melancholy. “I regret to inform you that your mother has been diagnosed with COPD, which is Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. This could have been possibly due to her having Chronic Bronchitis previously. However, since she hasn’t been treated early, her symptoms worsened which resulted into COPD. Have you noticed that your mother had been coughing a lot recently?”

You felt your eyes dim and your heart sunk. You were so shocked that the previous events that occurred at home started running through your head.

Flashbacks of your mom over-working herself even at home came flooding in. The remembrance of the times when your mother coughed and told you she was alright after you repeatedly asked her if she was fine, made you feel guilty. Guilt that made you feel like an absolute fool.

How could I have let this happen? This is all my fault. If I hadn’t believed her all those times, she would have been treated right away. Yet, I had to find out like this.

“Y-yes… I have. All this t-time, she was trying to h-hide it from me… S-she told me she was fine, but I didn’t know she was suffering so… m-much…” Tears began to pour from your eyes, leaving you choked up and lost in your own regretful thoughts. The doctor sighed then said, “The only way for your mother to get better is for her to get surgery. She has to undergo pulmonary rehabilitation too before she gets surgery. You may ask for loans to help pay for the surgery and we will do anything we can to help you pay for medical finances.” A nurse came running to the doctor, informing him that he was needed in the third floor. At that, you thanked the doctor for his help and support, then watched him disappear in the sea of bustling people.

A few months have passed, and you decided to stick around in school until graduation. You knew that your mom would have been upset if you didn’t at least graduate from high school, so you decided to suck it up and worked hard until the end. Although, you were glad to leave that horrible place while barely passing. Originally, you had really good grades but it became harder for you to even concentrate in your final year of high school ever since your mother’s hospitalization. Word got out in your school that your mother was staying in the hospital, since one of the students who was brought in from your class overheard you talking to a teacher in the teacher’s lounge about your personal issues affecting your school performance during lunch break. Consequently, the treatment that your classmates gave you got even worse but you didn’t let that bother you. On the other hand, you were just glad that you got to graduate with your head held high regardless of the harsh bullying and the criticism towards you. In some way, this made you realize that you won over them.

Yeah, that’s right. I never gave up. So, fuck all of you.

At the time when you were trying to finish high school, you were managing a few part-time jobs after school and on the weekends just to help pay for the rent and manage your mom’s hospital bills. Luckily, you snagged a job as a waitress at a ramen bar next to the train station where a lot of customers get to stop by. On the other hand, you go to a nearby karate dojo near your place and worked as an assistant there. Just carrying boards, wooden planks, and gathering protective gear for karate sessions was simple enough to earn a generous amount of cash. Hell, you even enjoyed those intense karate matches that you get to see every week. Just observing your favorite karate students kicking ass was fun for you to watch. After all, you started to treat them like they’re your own students too even though they’re around the same age as you. It was as if you were their manager.

Fatigue was starting to catch up to you, yet you felt fortunate for the given opportunities. However, it wasn’t enough to pay for your mother’s hospital bills. You had no choice but to sign up for the special loan program that was being provided by the hospital. While your mother’s monthly bills were barely paid for, your debts started to increase exponentially which made you question whether you’re able to keep pushing yourself to work or not.

No. I have to keep going. I can’t let mom down like this.

After visiting your mom in her hospital room, you were about to leave to go to the ramen place for your upcoming shift until a poster with slips of phone numbers attached to it was on the hospital’s bulletin board. It caught your eye, so you decided to stop and take a look at its content.

Need more cash? Why not work ABROAD?

You have been given a special opportunity to move to any of the following countries abroad, and stay there for 1 year:

China

India

Indonesia

Singapore

South Korea

This is a chance of a life time, so don’t miss it since the number of people who are granted this opportunity are LIMITED.

Jobs will be provided for you through our own job recruiting agency, and we will ensure that you will be given jobs that are best suited for you.

All finances will be taken care of by our private company. Plane tickets, temporary housing, and more!

If you don’t have any form of identification such as passport, personal I.D., or any documents needed to travel, we got you covered!

Don’t worry about paying us back, because everything is FREE!!!

If this sounds interesting, please call one of these numbers now, and we’ll offer additional compensation for your job! GUARANTEED.

Sounds like a dream come true, right? Earning money was all that matters to you. At least, that’s what you were thinking of at that time to set you and your mother free from this hell hole of a reality, called life.

You decided to contact someone from that job recruiting agency, and they gladly accepted your service to them. Through the phone, they instructed you to go to a certain address right at the outskirts of Tokyo, where their company’s headquarters were at. They explained that they needed you to go there so that they can help you finalize all of the paperwork needed to travel and so, you went there without even thinking twice.

On the side of a street, you booked a cab and you headed over there right away. Once you got there, the taxi driver signaled that you were at your destination. You gave him the money and right when you got out of the cab, you found yourself standing in front of an old chipped building that was surrounded by other old abandoned industrial sites. There were only two black tinted cars parked at the very end of the parking lot, as the rest of the parking slots were all empty. A chilly gust of wind blew past you, making you shiver.

Is this really the right place? That taxi driver better have taken me to the right location.

Your hand slipped into your pocket as you took out a small slip of paper, which was the address that you wrote down during the phone call. Your eyes scanned the first few numbers of the address then compared it to the number of the building that was etched at the front of its exterior.

Yup, this is the one.

While slowly walking towards the door, your heart started hammering through your chest and you could feel your breathing hitch anxiously. You turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. Ding! A small bell from the door chimed your arrival, which made you jump.

You looked around the room nervously. There was a wooden desk sat right in front of the entrance and sitting behind it was a man with buff arms who was holding the newspaper right in front of him. An ash tray laid in front of his newspaper, as you watched a trail of smoke rise from behind the newspaper. “So you finally arrived, (Y/N).”

The man peeked from behind his newspaper then set it aside. Before getting up from his seat, he stretched to crack his back, neck, and knuckles that were dressed full of thick golden rings. You observed this man from head to toe. He had a scar visible over his eyebrow. His facial features were rough, with a bit of stubble above his upper lip and on his chin. His hair was slicked back, pompadour style. The side of his neck was painted in tattoos that were images of old Japanese calligraphy on his right side and a green menacing oni was on his left. His outfit was very professional as he wore a black suit with an expensive purple silk tie. “This way.” He grumbled before walking through a narrow hallway full of other offices.

While eyeing the rooms that you passed by, you caught a few other men arranging wooden crates in one room. They all looked pretty built and they looked like the type of men that if you ever met eye contact with them, you’d be dead on the spot. Quickly, you averted your eyes away from the room, worried that they would question you if you meet eye-to-eye with them.

Who are they, yakuza?

Eventually, you reached the end of the hallway to his private study. The newspaper guy closed the door behind the both of you and offered a chair for you to sit in front of his desk. Once the two of you got comfortable in your seats, he pulled out a stack of documents from his desk file and placed them right in front of you. He looked you in the eyes as he let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette that was stuck between his yellow stained teeth. “The name’s Ryuji. I’m glad that you decided to take us up on this special offer, Ms. (Y/N).” He propped his hands onto his desk seriously, while his gaze towards you became even more intimidating, like a tiger ready to strike. “Shall we begin?”

One by one, he handed you a document to sign while he summarized each one. The first document was a contract, stating that the agency will not be responsible for your belongings, safety, and health if it is not within the agency’s reach. They will not interfere with whatever actions you take while staying in another country, as long as you abide by the agency’s rules to ensure your own safety. The process of labor immigration will be taken care of by them, and in exchange, your discipline, proper work ethics, and determination is needed to fulfill the job position that will be assigned to you. By the end of the contract, he handed you a pen to sign. Without hesitation, you decided to sign.

You’re doing the right thing. This is for mom. All of this is for her.

The rest of the documents were taken care of. All personal information that was needed to travel was given straight to Ryuji, for him to sign papers on his end as a private contractor. He asked you which country would you like to go for work, and you chose “South Korea”. The reason why you chose South Korea was because you were more familiar with the Korean language than any other language from those other countries that was being offered. Good thing you went to a high school that offered to teach Korean as an additional language requirement.

Eventually, he gave you a plane ticket for a booked flight set in three days and an envelope that had enough cash for you to settle into the country that you’ll be working at. After everything was taken care of, he offered to let one of his personal chauffeurs to take you back home. “Goodbye (Y/N), thank you for choosing our agency to help you get what you need. I wish you the best of luck in Korea!” Ryuji waved while watching you ride off down the road. You watched behind you as the view of Ryuji and that agency grew smaller and smaller into the background.

Three days later, you boarded your flight to Korea and have safely landed at Incheon International Airport in Seoul. The day before you left for Korea, you visited your mother while she was sleeping. You gave her a light kiss on her forehead after whispering your words of goodbyes to her. “Bye mom, I’ll be gone for a while. I’ll miss you so much. And please, wait for me till I get back. I’ll work hard for both you and me, so hang in there!”

Now you’re on the grounds of Seoul! It is around five in the afternoon, and you finally exited the airport. While walking out, you walked pass a sea full of cars, taxis, and shuttles that were dropping off and picking up many people.

Geez, this place is so crowded! Where’s the pick-up service that Ryuji told me to look out for?

Before leaving the agency, Ryuji mentioned that an escort will come and pick you up from the airport. While scanning the bustling drop-off site, your eyes finally locked on a sign that says your name on it, written in big letters. You hurried over towards the person who was holding up the sign above their head while waving your arm wildly to get their attention. “Hey, over here!” (You said in Korean.)

The escort that was wearing black uniform took notice of you and waved back as he walked towards you. In Korean he said, “Hello, welcome to Seoul! You must be (Y/N). My name is Tae and I will be your driver to the Korean branch of the job agency. I’ll take care of your luggage while you get in the car.” You nodded as you gladly handed your luggage bag over to Tae for him to put in the trunk and got in the black Bentley.

Wow, leather seats. How fancy. Is it normal here in Korea to ride in expensive cars like this?

You were so excited that while Tae was driving, you marveled at the sights outside of the window as you passed by them. However, while staring at the unfamiliar streets of Seoul, your eyes grew heavier as they slowly closed. It didn’t take long for the fatigue to get to you, making you drift into a deep comfortable sleep.

“Miss, we’re here!”

You were woken up by Tae’s call as your eyes slowly fluttered open. You looked out the window and you were surprised to see that the sky was already dark. You jolted up in your seat as you looked around your surroundings from inside the car.

What the hell? Where am I?

You noticed that Tae wasn’t in the driver’s seat anymore. Actually, he was nowhere to be found. You shifted to the other side of the backseat to get a better view of your surroundings. You could still see that you were around the city area, but now, you were in a more secluded area than before. The tall skyscrapers were far away but still visible in the distance. The streets that you were in, barely had any people strolling around at this time. You noticed that the car was parked in front of a sketchy looking bar. The words, “Venus’s Paradise” displayed on the sign of the bar, surrounded by pink flashy lights around the words.

What is this place? Why am I here? This isn’t the agency’s branch. I need to call Ryuji right away!

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and you quickly dialed Ryuji’s phone number. As you anxiously waited for him to pick up, things were starting to look unpromising. The call immediately went to a “this phone number is not available” message that left you terrified out of your wits, so you decided to call Ryuji’s number again.

Dammit, come on and pick up the phone already!!!

After a few rings, the phone repeated the same automatic message. “FUCK!” Frustration swept over you as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I should’ve listened to my gut instead, I knew those bastards were shady! Those assholes-“ You heard the lock of the car click as the door to your right side opened up. You swiftly turned around as you saw two big strangers trying to reach over to you to grab you. Tae was just behind them, silently observing while lighting a cigarette in his mouth. You saw that your luggage bag was standing right next to him. “Come on, hurry up and grab her already! The boss is waiting, and he won’t be happy about this if we’re late. Make sure you bring her all in one piece!”

One of the muscular henchmen got a hold of your arms and tugged you out of the car. You tried resisting by thrashing around, but those strong humanoid freaks behind you restrained you by holding both of your arms behind your back. “Tae, this is a mistake! Why are you doing this?! I’m here to work, not get mixed up in with these creeps!”

Tae stared you down with an unsympathetic look in his eyes. He released an exhausted puff of smoke from his mouth before throwing his cigarette to the ground to properly extinguish it. Finally, his true colors were shown. He walked towards you then forcefully grabbed onto your chin as he leaned in closer to you. You can feel and smell his hot breath that reeked of cigs. “Listen here, girl. The only reason why you’re here now is because you’ve been chosen to become one of the lovely women who will serve our boss. Pretty little things like you could either be part of his little harem shit, or become one of the special hostesses that will satisfy the boss’s powerful friends.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to think of a plan to get out of this situation. “Then, what the hell was all of that contract shit then? What if the agency will look for me if I go missing? Isn’t this still considered THEIR business?” The two buff maniacs behind you chuckled while Tae sneered, “I wouldn’t say so. After all, this is out of their reach now. Didn’t you read the contract properly? You wouldn’t know that the guy who helped you get here in the first place is considered as one of the important business partners of our boss. He basically just sold you off to him. So now, stop acting like a little bitch and let’s go! We don’t got time for this.” Tae turned around to lead the way and right when they were going to push you inside-

NOW!!!

You kicked Meathead #1 on your left from behind on one of his shins, making him let go of your arms while howling in pain. Meathead #2 behind you looked at his partner confused. While he was distracted you head-butted him backwards as hard as you could, which hit him directly on his nose. Now you had both meatheads yelling in pain, and for that, you sprinted down the street like there’s no tomorrow!

Behind you, you could hear Tae ordering them to chase you. “You idiots! Don’t just stand there, go after her!!!” The two henchmen started bolting after you, while one was covering his now bleeding nose and the other one kept rubbing his leg like a moron. You huffed while trying to find some place to lose them but surprisingly, they’re quicker than you thought even when injured. You could tell by the echoes of footsteps chasing after you getting louder and louder by every minute that goes by.

Damn, where am I supposed to go now?! I left my stuff to that other asshole, and now I’m stuck in a foreign country! I can’t believe I let my own greed for money dictate my own actions. Ugh, I’m so stupid! Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!!! I just wanted a good life, is that so much to ask for?!

You were running out of ideas of where to go, so you took a sharp left through an alleyway, but to no avail, you were trapped and chose the wrong turn. You were just met with a big dumpster right in front of you. “Shit.” You heard snickering behind you, making you turn around. The two muscle-headed idiots triumphantly walked towards you, seeing that you finally have no where to go. One of them said, “So much for running away. I can’t believe you managed to escape for a bit. Most beauties that we’ve taken in has never done that before. You’re actually the first to do that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh great, thanks. Do I get first place now?” They both stopped in front of their tracks, staring down at you with mischievous grins on their faces. “Oh no, you’ll get MORE than just first place,” said the second guy. “What?” The both of them slammed you against the dumpster, enough for you to dent the dirty tin behind you. You groaned in pain as they both pinned you against it, holding both of your arms over your heard by clamping your wrists together. “Since we’re already running late, they won’t mind if one of the packages go missing since there’s a lot more beauties like you. We’ll just say that we chased you all the way up to the Han River and you decided to jump over the bridge. Although, since you gave us a hard time, you’ll have to repay us with some hardship.” The guy on your left had his finger trailed down from your cheek to your chest, while fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. The other creep licked his lips, enjoying the sight of you trying to struggle against their strong grip. You felt hot tears running down your face. Not from fear, but from rage. Rage that resulted from your lack of physical strength.

“That’s right, bitches like you should feel fear. They should be at the mercy of their masters. Should’ve done what you were told right from the start, then you wouldn’t have to go through this. But don’t worry, it’ll be quick. We’ll take good care of you~” You winced as their grips on your wrists had gotten tighter than before. Their hands started to undo the buttons of your shirt and you squirmed under their touch, still trying to resist them. You shut your eyes, prepared for what was yet to come until…

“How pathetic. Guys like you who couldn’t manage to get a woman with their own charms would resort to something like this. Ah, who knew what the world has come to?”

The two of the men paused and whirled around, shocked to see that there was actually a witness who saw everything. You felt their hands loosen a bit from being startled by the stranger. Your eyes slowly opened, curious to see where that voice came from. In front of the three of you was a tall blonde man with glasses blocking the way out of the alleyway. His outfit screamed rich and expensive, with his flashy GUCCI light blue suit and pants. His suit was printed with an intricate pattern, somewhat like clovers. His outfit was paired with a white buttoned-up polo shirt underneath and a golden tie wrapped around his neckline.

The blonde gave a wicked grin as if he was excited to beat up any guy he sees, regardless of who it may be. The glint in his eyes says it all too. In return, the two assholes in front of you glared back at the blonde. “And who the hell are you?” spat one of them.

“Oh yeah, you should know my name before you get your asses handed by me. My name’s Joon Goo Kim. It’s a pleasure to be here, really. I was just so bored waiting for my ride to come pick me up, so I decided to wander around the streets of Gangnam. Oh man, I’m so glad I heard you idiots loud and clear from the outside of this alleyway. At least now I have some form of entertainment to keep me company. So, now I’ll give you two options and you’ll only get three seconds to decide. First, you can leave the woman be and fight me to your heart’s content, OR, you can give me five billion won and I’ll pretend that I didn’t see or hear anything then leave.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. From the Korean that he just spoke, you could understand a decent amount of it. Thank god, you actually paid attention during class. However, from the words that you understood from him, you can confirm:

This guy’s another asshole. Actually, a major freak for violence. The blonde bastard didn’t show up just to save me. He actually came just to have a brawl? Are all men in Korea THIS ABSURD?!

You felt an uneasy chill go up your spine. Your senses were telling you that the blonde man, named Joon Goo, may be dangerous. Even when you couldn’t do anything at that moment, you could feel how close your sweet escape was. An opening will soon reveal itself soon.

“Three.”

Both of the muscle-brained idiots started to enrage in panic. “Now, wait a second!”

Goo was still grinning in amusement. “Two.”

“Why the hell should we follow YOUR orders, huh?!” They started to completely loosen their restrain on you.

Even though you started to despise the blonde guy in front of you, you realized that he unintentionally gave you an opportunity to escape. You now see a bright light in between the two guys standing in front of you, with their backs now turned towards you.

Thank you.

“O-“

You swiftly sped right through the opening in between the two of them towards Goo. The two knuckleheads were surprised to see you swept past them out of the blue like that. Even Goo’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You bitch!” The guy that was on your left stepped and reached out to you to try and grab your head until-

WHAM!

By instinct, you stopped on your tracks for a split second, whirled around, and round-house kicked the guy on the side of his head with your right foot. In slow motion, all of you watched as you sent him flying straight into the wooden wall. With such force, a loud crack was heard where his skull made contact with the wall underneath a gust of all of that rubble. His head was now etched deep into the wall with the rest of his body hanging unconsciously while dust was still flying everywhere.

The other creep stood near the dumpster as his jaw dropped to the floor, staring at the sight in disbelief. “H-how the hell was that possible…?” Your head pointed up towards the sky. You let out an exhausted sigh, as if you let all of your energy into that one kick. You didn’t see Goo’s reaction clearly, but you could have sworn that he was grinning even more maniacally than ever. “How interesting. I didn’t see that one coming.” he whispered to himself. In your head, you were trying to process what just happened but you started to feel a bit light headed.

How did I even do that? I’ve never fought before in my life, and yet, I knew how to pull a move like that? Where did that even come from and where have I seen that move before?

While trying to control your breathing, your head slowly turned towards your next target. A gleam of danger emanated threateningly from your eyes, making the buff idiot flinch. His eyes then changed from fear to a new spark of annoyance and rage. “H-how dare you fucking scare me like that for just a second. How could a bitch like you manage to do that?! You just got lucky!” He started running towards you with his fists clenched outward and ready to strike. As he went for a jab to your face, you shifted your weight to your right leg and countered his punch with a left side kick. You feel yourself light on your feet while you shift from side to side, trying to give distance between the two of you and dodged every attempted punch. This gave you time to think of a proper attack to land a powerful kick on him. It was like everything was automatic to you. Like information was just stored into your brain without you even being aware of it.

It has been a while since the two of you have been going at each other. While you were in the middle of defending yourself, Goo was watching intently, observing your swift moves until he heard someone call for him from behind. “Hey Goo, you asshole. I told you to wait for me in front of Gangnam Station.” Goo raised an eyebrow as he turned to see who had finally arrived to the scene. “Ah, you finally came. What took you so long?”

Another tall man was walking towards Goo. Just like Goo’s entrance, this man’s impression was very rich and suave in taste. His dark hair was well-kept as the sides of his head were trimmed and the top of his head was slicked back nicely. His face had on wide-rimmed glasses, not enough to make his eyes visible to see through them from a viewer’s perspective. The new stranger had a long black coat over his shoulders, swaying from the breeze. Underneath, was a unique button-down maroon suit matching with his pants. Inside the multiple layers of expensive clothing was a white long sleeve polo shirt, as well as a bright yellow tie. He was a really attractive man, however, he was not in his best mood.

He stopped on his tracks right next to Goo and turned to look at him with annoyance. “You made me search for you all over Gangnam, you bastard.” His hand reached into his pocket for a cigarette from a new pack he just bought, then popped it in his mouth. On the other hand, he got out a lighter and lit the cig in his mouth before puffing a smoke. His gaze fixated on Goo’s fascinated pupils pointing towards the small fight that you and the only conscious henchman were having.

You didn’t notice the new stranger’s entrance, since you were too busy countering the guy’s punches with your kicks. Blocking and kicking over and over again was starting to tire you out, but that didn’t let you give up just yet.

Goo and the new guy watched intently in silence, observing your movements.

“So, who is she?”

Goo shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“How long have they been going at it for?”

“Not sure. Probably for about thirty minutes now.”

Mr. Wide-Rims chuckled. “I’m surprised someone like her is able to hold on for that long. If I were to catch her out in the street, I wouldn’t have thought of her as a fighter. I don’t sense that vibe coming off from her.”

Goo pushed his glasses back onto his nose bridge. “You have noooo idea. At first, I found her helpless like a little kitten by the dumpster but I didn’t know that she would manage to pull something like that.” He pointed over to the other guy whose head was still punctured into the wall while his limp body was still hanging.

The guy with black hair smirked at the sight of the unconscious man. “Oh? What a terrifying woman… hm?” His eyes turned back to the duel, watching the way you moved. Your kicks, your fighting stance, and your facial expressions somehow managed to hypnotize him. “I see now. She’s using Kyokushin Karate. I wonder how she learned how to fight like that. She must be an amateur fighter from what you told me so far, but the results that we got in front of us didn’t seem to be like that. So, how come?”

The man that you’ve been fighting with was starting to run out of steam. You could see sweat coming down from the sides of his head. The same goes for you too, as you felt beads of sweat trickling down your forehead.

I need to finish this now. But how can I do that if I can’t find any openings?

“Dammit, this ends now!!!” The man in front of you bellowed and bolted straight towards you with his fist outwards, ready to come for the final blow. All of a sudden, your vision became narrower. Your surroundings dimmed around you, as if your body suddenly transported into a dark empty room. The guy coming towards you was the only thing visible in sight. His movements played in slow motion and you finally saw the opening that you were hoping for. Right in front of you was a circle of light illuminating around his face.

“Gotcha.”

With a spring from your heel, you leaped towards him then landed on flat on your left foot. As you put pressure onto your left foot from the fall, you swung your right leg forward then kicked him as hard as you can. The tip of your shoe landed straight for his chin before he could have managed to go for a straight punch. The impact that your foot had with his chin resulted in lots of teeth broken from the force of his lower jaw onto his upper set of teeth. Eventually, his body flew straight up into the air, like a projectile that just fired. The direction where his body was sent flying went straight into the dumpster with a loud thud. The back of his head ricochet a bit off of the edge of the dumpster where he landed with his whole body laid spread out. All the poor guy could feel at that moment was just pain all over his body, which led him to pass out on the spot.

Mr. Wide-Rims gaped in awe as his cigarette slowly fell from his mouth. The way you sent that man flying was such a beautiful sight to see. Everything about that moment was perfect. The timing was just right. The amount of force you used on your movements was calculated perfectly. The energy that was used up from that attack was well-spent. All of these factors somehow mesmerized the man who has been fighting all throughout his life. He had never seen moves before that looked so picturesque like a perfect movie. Especially, from a woman such as yourself. “How can her moves be so graceful? I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

Goo on the other hand, had a glint of wickedness in his eyes. Unlike the first time he saw you send someone flying, his vision became clearer. The sight that he gladly witnessed caused him to come up with a great idea that he thought would benefit him. An idea that he never knew was coming…

Your legs almost gave out as you caught yourself from falling by holding onto your knees. While breathing heavily from all of the action that had taken place, your head sunk down as you tried to catch your breath. “Well, well, well. I guess we have a winner.”

Your head tilted back upwards, as you now see two figures standing in front of you. Goo was still standing there, as he gave you a small mischievous wave. Right next to him was someone you assumed was a new stranger. You and the mysterious stranger locked eyes with one another, even though you couldn’t really see his eyes through those glasses of his. However, even though you couldn’t make out what his eyes looked like through those wide-rimmed glasses of his, his presence was intense. Similar to Goo’s, when you first encountered him a while ago. You had a feeling that these men were not meant to be messed with.

Goo slowly walked towards you, then leaned in close to your ear, enough to hear him whisper. “I’ll make an important offer for someone special like you. How about you become my secret friend, huh? How about it?”

What? His secret friend? What did he mean by that?

Behind him, the mysterious stranger followed after Goo then stopped in between you and the blonde. He glared at Goo and in an instant, he grabbed onto your arm and pulled you away from Goo’s range. You could now feel the tension spark between them, like tension that started between two street dogs fighting for dominance over a bone they just found. The stranger’s grip on your arm tightened from the anger that started surging through him, until you forcefully yanked back your arm away from him then backed away from the two of them.

“Now hold on a minute. Who the hell do you think you are trying to grab onto me like that? I don’t even know you!”

The dark haired stranger scoffed. “You should be grateful that I tried to get you away from whatever that idiot was trying to get you involved in. However, I apologize. I don’t think I introduced myself. My name’s Jong Gun Park, and I’m willing to take you under my care to become one of my greatest masterpieces.”

You blankly stared at Gun in disbelief.

Huh?

[End of Introduction]

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you mentioned rei in the tags of that autistic characters post and i spent a full 5 minutes just Pondering him. didn't even have any coherent thoughts i just sat there rotating him in my mind. if you want to share i'd Love to hear your rei analysis bc i wholeheartedly agree that it's about the autism. rei haru and momo are three characters who i just. cannot even really conceive of Without thinking of them as autistic? they all present in very different ways but all 3 of them are i think so clearly autistic and they are very special to me

(okay I’m pretty sure this is from a month or two ago oops BUT) yeah yeah yeah!! Fr! is that “say thank you to the four bears of autism” post and I’m just sitting there like “thank you haru. thank you rei. thank you ikuya. thank you hiyori”

If I’m remembering the specific thought I was having about Rei correctly, I was thinking about how he latches onto the solid ideas of things. It’s not that he ignores complexities or downplays theories, not really, but he approaches a lot of things with the thought that there is some solid truth or correct (ideal) form to be discovered. It’s a learning curve for him to think beyond technique, beyond clinical research — he couldn’t “study” his way into swimming properly and got frustrated with there being more to the skill than physicality (things more abstract, things more variable). He wants a solid equation and a reliable answer; his mind searches relentlessly for patterns and he wants them to mean something, hold weight to them. It’s a type of black-and-white thinking that intrigues me, because even though he wants solid answers, he isn’t paralyzed at the thought of change like we see with haru other black-and-white thinkers. His insistence that there’s a solid truth and end-goal to be found in his pursuits builds a unique tenacity that lets him try again and again, continue improving, finding any way to use whatever information he’s tracked (patterns maintained, patterns broken, theories brought to life or devastatingly disproven) in a meaningful capacity.

It’s a natural thought pattern that I personally read into Rei’s character, and it makes his character evolution throughout the series even more interesting. Befriending the other Iwatobis for Rei is putting stock into the abstract, the emotional, ideals like “beauty” — it’s a show of trust and vulnerability on his part, because this realm of thinking is harder for him. Trying to see swimming and relay through the eyes of his team, conceptualizing connection and emotionality to it all, it’s not an immediate thing for him, but it’s something he learns to want. He wants to know how to look at a nebulous concept and not be overwhelmed by the variability of it, or get overwhelmed in a euphoric way, where he doesn’t need a solid definition or list of theories to appreciate and identify something that simply is. It’s a part of why he eventually gets along with Nagisa so well, I think — for all of the ways their thought patterns differ and collide, there’s an element of idealistic whimsy and perseverance to Nagisa that bolsters the part of Rei that’s also endlessly curious.

I have a lot of Rei feelings about this part of him, about how the Rei we get to see is almost in spite of his instincts. He’s purple (a blended secondary color), he’s a butterfly (creature known for its metamorphosis, beautiful because it allows itself to change), he goes from a sport pounding the earth and flying in the air alone to being completely submerged and trusting others to support his charge. He’s a character who epitomizes growth and change, and that’s so essential to the stories fr! tries to tell. I could go on about “main character rei” and “rei should’ve been more visibly present in haru’s evolution of confronting his fear of change.” Perhaps conversations for another time <3

#rei ryugazaki #rei my beloved #autism boys my beloveds #meta #fr! headcanons #(it’s canon to me)#thanks for sending!#anonymous

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LGBTQIA+ Pride Month: Romance Recommendations

Solomon’s Crown by Natasha Siegel

“A pair of thrones between us, and my heart clutched like a rosary within his hands ...”

Twelfth-century Europe. Newly-crowned King Philip of France is determined to restore his nation to its former empire and bring glory to his name. But when his greatest enemy, King Henry of England, threatens to end his reign before it can even begin, Philip is forced to make a precarious alliance with Henry’s volatile son—risking both his throne, and his heart.

Richard, Duke of Aquitaine, never thought he would be King. But when an unexpected tragedy makes him heir to England, he finally has an opportunity to overthrow the father he despises. At first, Philip is a useful tool in his quest for vengeance... until passion and politics collide, and Richard begins to question whether the crown is worth the cost.

When Philip and Richard find themselves staring down an impending war, they must choose between their desire for one another and their grand ambitions. Will their love prevail, if it calls to them from across the battlefield? Teeming with royal intrigue and betrayal, this epic romance reimagines two real-life kings ensnared by an impossible choice: Follow their hearts, or earn their place in history.

Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly

Recently divorced and on the verge of bankruptcy, Dahlia Woodson is ready to reinvent herself on the popular reality competition show Chef’s Special. Too bad the first memorable move she makes is falling flat on her face, sending fish tacos flying—not quite the fresh start she was hoping for. Still, she's focused on winning, until she meets someone she might want a future with more than she needs the prize money.

After announcing their pronouns on national television, London Parker has enough on their mind without worrying about the klutzy competitor stationed in front of them. They’re there to prove the trolls—including a fellow contestant and their dad—wrong, and falling in love was never part of the plan.

As London and Dahlia get closer, reality starts to fall away. Goodbye, guilt about divorce, anxiety about uncertain futures, and stress from transphobia. Hello, hilarious shenanigans on set, wedding crashing, and spontaneous dips into the Pacific. But as the finale draws near, Dahlia and London’s steamy relationship starts to feel the heat both in and outside the kitchen—and they must figure out if they have the right ingredients for a happily ever after.

I’m So (Not) Over You by Kosoko Jackson

It's been months since aspiring journalist Kian Andrews has heard from his ex-boyfriend, Hudson Rivers, but an urgent text has them meeting at a café. Maybe Hudson wants to profusely apologize for the breakup. Or confess his undying love... But no, Hudson has a favor to ask--he wants Kian to pretend to be his boyfriend while his parents are in town, and Kian reluctantly agrees.

The dinner doesn't go exactly as planned, and suddenly Kian is Hudson's plus one to Georgia's wedding of the season. Hudson comes from a wealthy family where reputation is everything, and he really can't afford another mistake. If Kian goes, he'll help Hudson preserve appearances and get the opportunity to rub shoulders with some of the biggest names in media. This could be the big career break Kian needs.

But their fake relationship is starting to feel like it might be more than a means to an end, and it's time for both men to fact-check their feelings.

Sizzle Reel by Carlyn Greenwald

For aspiring cinematographer Luna Roth, coming out as bisexual at twenty-four is proving more difficult than she anticipated. Sure, her best friend and fellow queer Romy is thrilled for her--but she has no interest in coming out to her backwards parents, she wouldn't know how to flirt with a girl if one fell at her feet, and she has no sexual history to build off. Not to mention she really needs to focus her energy on escaping her emotionally-abusive-but-that's-Hollywood talent manager boss and actually get working under a real director of photography anyway.

When she meets twenty-eight-year-old A-list actress Valeria Sullivan around the office, Luna thinks she's found her solution. She'll use Valeria's interest in her cinematography to get a PA job on the set of Valeria's directorial debut--and if Valeria is as gay as Luna suspects, and she happens to be Luna's route to losing her virginity, too . . . well, that's just an added bonus. Enlisting Romy's help, Luna starts the juggling act of her life--impress Valeria's DP to get another job after this one, get as close to Valeria as possible, and help Romy with her own career moves.

But when Valeria begins to reciprocate romantic interest in Luna, the act begins to crumble--straining her relationship with Romy and leaving her job prospects precarious. Now Luna has to figure out if she can she fulfill her dreams as a filmmaker, keep her best friend, and get the girl. . . or if she's destined to end up on the cutting room floor.

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Ep. 27 - The Moment We Touch Each Other Amidst Stardust

Hello my beloved fellow souls,

welcome back to Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Go grab a cup of something warm and get yourself cosy.

I hope that during the past week you had some eye opening conversations. I hope that, like me, you’re surrounded by people who feel like a light and tender kiss on your forehead. I hope you feel loved and that you remember that who loves you does so because of who you are not for what you do.

Sometimes that might feel the same as a collision, as we are not used to that kind of love.

Usually, when stars collide, they give birth to new planets. But not always.

There’s a road not taken, at least not often. It’s scary and tortuous, but it allows you to slow down to your own pace and to witness the most sublime visions, some that only the Gods were able to see before.

You see, sometimes, when a star explodes as a supernova, she leaves behind a compressed core: a neutron star. Half a million Earths in a ball of 20km across.

If fate decides on such a grand event, two neutron stars meet and when they do they spiral towards each other, deforming by the hands of their own tides, shattering and collapsing into the creation of an all-sucking black hole, leaving only some particles to light up the event horizon.

What a beautiful name.

Event horizon.

The bubble between the black hole and the rest of the universe. The fine line where the complete darkness of possibilities meets their manifestation. Where the whirlwind of time and space, of two souls, has bore another world hatched from the filled chasm of lusters making love to each other amidst stardust.

They tear apart the somber eternal sky in order to create.

There’s a new interesting theory, which is the one about white holes.

Reversely, stuff can get out into the universe but it can never ever get inside the hole. Physicists have only theorised them, we have zero clues about their existence but someone has put out the idea that, since we don’t know how black holes die and are reborn into a new life, white holes might be the answer. Some even say the Big Bang might have been a white hole. If that were to be the case we’d basically have the ultimate proof of the truthfulness of eternity. Now, science doesn’t rely on gut feelings, as much as they can be a stimulus to start a research, but like…If I close my eyes and gently place a hand on my womb all of this makes so much sense.

Nothing’s a coincidence.

It's all so beautiful and special.

I am you and you are me, surrounded by each other’s gleams, caressing the specks of ancient stars reemerging on our own cheeks.

Beneath a black hole there’s a white one, always a new cosmos, another universe sewn by doom.

We’re all doomed to be reborn and swirl up the vast emptiness, so that we can go on and shine.

Today’s song recommendation is Black Hole by Bang Chan and I.N. You can definitely guess what it’s about but please, read the lyrics while you listen to the live version, it will make your heart full.

I hope you enjoyed this episode and that you have a beautiful week ahead of you!

I’ll see you in the next one, big hug!

With love, yours,

Danbi

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i'm slowly catching up on the mcu....

(thoughts and opinions of someone who is not, and probably will never be, a comic enthusiast, a film major, or cgi specialist below the cut.)

so. i have heard and read nothing but votriol for just about everything after end game. maybe it was the classic fandom progression where everything gets turned into a cesspool (either the fandom survives and becomes good again, or everything implodes and only incels and tarpits remain). i don't really know because i left fandom spaces for like 3 years, but that's a whole different story.

i dropped off after end game, i'm just barely catching up, so i don't know how a lot of everything else turned out. i've liked the multiverse movies i've seen so far (shang-chi, eternals, multiverse of madness, quantumania). they're not masterpieces, but they're good movies. (please remember that this is my opinion and i'm not an expert on anything except myself. the block button and i are best friends.)

despite starting the movie several times, i can never seem to finish wakanda forever. it just feels... sad. without chadwick boseman. don't get me wrong, the movie is interesting, and i love shuri and wakanda. it just doesn't feel right that chadwick isn't there. call it parasocial or whatever, but idk. when black panther first came out, it was compelling. i fell in love with the story of the mcu all over again, and this character specifically. call it parasocial or whatever. idk. i just can't finish the movie.

i really liked shang-chi, i thought it was an interesting movie and it was very pretty in the special effects/cgi department. i liked the story, and while i wasn't completely blown away by the lovie, i did enjoy it a lot. probably my current favorite of the post endgame movies.

eternals was... well, i didn't much care for it either way. it felt strange and lonely, but i think any movie would feel strange and lonely if it happens in a preexisting universe, and is effecting the whole globe, and yet only a certain set of super powered people show up to help.

multiverse of madness was interesting to me. we got to see two preestablished characters who have never interacted collide in a way that doesnt really happen in marvel movies. it wasn't a crossover of any sort (not like venom in no way home or deadpool's fourth wall references) but it was cool. i haven't seen wandavision (i'm television adversed for the most part, honestly. watching movies is like pulling teeth for me, and focusing on a tv show is worse. to me, the tv is for background noise so i don't go insane.) so i'm missing pieces of background for that, i'm sure. something something wanda wanted kids and so she'd destroy the world to have that or whatever. (i'll watch wandavision eventually) i sympathize with craving a life ripped away from you by circumstances out of your control, and i found myself in tears at that one scene, when the kids are terrified of her.

quantumania was a whole other thing. they're setting up the big bad of the arc. like they did with phase one. those little touches of thanos in the end credits, ths machinations of a monster much bigger than them. this is just a step up, a mulitversal problem rather than an in universe one. they did (*imo*) a great job taking this step through by including the slow build to it. the hints of the quantum in phase one movies has lended itself greatly to the build up of this phase.

quantunmania itself was mid. i didn't hate it, i didn't love it. it was interesting to see the probability storm. i think it says great deal about scott as a person that even when he is split into hundreds of millions of versions of himself, his focus will always be cassie. that's a dad if i've ever seen one. it was also an interesting read of hope, as well, that she came all together to help scott and even though the scotts all helped og scott, they only came together when hope arrived. (the metaphor was like a bright red circle in a youtube thumb nail.) also, i loved the ant mimicry in thay scene. and the ants! the ants were probably my favorite part.

end game was a unique film, with countless hours of work from a HUGE cast and crew put into it. blood, sweat, and tears went into that movie. it's a cgi wet dream. it tied up loose end after loose end, sweeping the plot bunnies together in a neat 3 hour long package. i could wax poetically about end game for 3 hours at least. anway. the point of all this is that these movies are fine. they're not end game levels, but i don't think anything will ever live up to end game. maybe i'm wrong, we shall see. maybe i'm stuck in the past. maybe i'm missing a humongous chunk of context bc i haven't been keeping up with the news surrounding marvel. idk. i'm gonna keep enjoying what i enjoy, and despite it's flaws, i do enjoy marvel.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #the eternals #shang chi #multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #quantumania #wakanda forever

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #78

I woke up today, determined to go to the grocery store to prepare a recipe that someone from the internet sent to me.

…Today seems to have had other plans, though. Hahaha…

At least for today things feel somewhat settled, so I went and caught up with the messages from other people that I didn't have the bandwidth for in previous days. Tomorrow, I am hoping to go to my friend R's house; he is probably one of the best bakers on my planet, and he is going to make us some gluten-free peanut-butter-banana bars, and we will do some catching up. I also made it a point to message another friend of mine. I made him a tree AGES ago, but he's been caught up in the complexities of his life, and we haven't spoken in months. Thank goodness we're both neurodivergent and therefore don't have "friendship decay mechanics"! Hahaha!

Then I began making preparations for weaving trees outside, since the weather will be warmer soon. I spent a lot of today trying to put together the perfect playlist for it - one to inspire determination, and to remind me of how much I've grown and how much I've been helped along the way. It tells a story. Perhaps I'll reproduce this playlist on YouTube so you can hear it sometime, if you want to. It's made entirely of songs that are special to me for reasons I won't define here. But I don't have the energy right now to build it in a place where others can see it. Maybe tomorrow.

Today is the birthday of J's departed brother. I told you a while ago that I might tell you the story of why J wants to get an airplane to begin with; suppose today is as good a day as any; my brain is still kinda soup, and I don't have much else to write about.

J is the youngest of four siblings - two brothers, B and Daniel, and a sister, S.

Daniel was passionate about the outdoors, about photography, about motorcycles, and about a wide variety of other stuff. But most importantly, he was thoughtful, kind, intelligent, introspective, and very gentle. He also had a bit of a wanderlust about him. He spent a lot of his time walking, hiking, doing mechanical work, teaching about motorcycle safety, riding his motorcycle (always in full gear, and never doing anything reckless) and taking beautiful photographs whenever he could. You can find many of the pictures he took here. Please look at them:

I only knew him briefly. But even in that short span of time, and even with so few interactions, it was clear to me, with the way he behaved, how he spoke to others, the kinds of things he loved, and the integrity with which he carried himself, that he was one of the finest examples of a human being that my planet had to offer.

Daniel had dreams of moving to Oregon to become a professional photographer - of nature, of motorcycle races, of whatever suited his fancy. He had an amazing eye for it. So he packed up all his stuff, mailed some of it ahead, and then rode his motorcycle - in his full body gear and helmet, and with all his defensive driving skills, and all the seriousness with which he took motorcycle safety - from where we live in New York State, all the way to Portland, Oregon. He made it! And he took an amazing variety of stunning photographs along the way.

In July of 2020, while Daniel was still getting his living space situated, he decided to go out on a routine drive on his motorcycle, most likely to familiarize himself with the area. Naturally, he was dressed in full gear. But he didn't make it home; he was collided into by an elderly gentleman who was returning home from a hike. The elderly gentleman made an illegal left turn without warning at a speed so high that it wouldn't have helped Daniel even if he was in a car. He died instantly due to the physics involved with inertia of soft things being encased in hard bone; not even a helmet helps with those kinds of physics.

…And just like that, 33 years of growth, of change, of learning, of loving, of becoming, of creating… all of it was undone in an instant. A single moment of negligence caused by a person who claimed he "didn't see him". And now he's gone. I'll never see another one of his photographs. I'll never get to feed him another bowl of venison curry. I'll never get to see him smile or hear him laugh. He'll never see any of his photographs published in any magazine. J has a hole in his soul now in the shape of his brother that can never be filled; the best that J can do is become strong enough to carry the immense weight of that emptiness.

…Funny, you know. Emptiness isn't supposed to weigh anything. And yet… writing this to you, my eyes are already overflowing with photographs of his that I'll never get to see. My lips tremble with words I'll never be able to say to him. My diaphragm quakes with the pain of the laughter that I won't be able to experience with him. At least… not until my turn to exit my own meat-mech comes around. J was extremely close to him and looked up to him as a hero. I can't even begin to imagine the weight of the emptiness he must carry, or the strength it took for him to rise up again after I saw how the weight of that emptiness drove him to his knees.

Because of the safety gear that Daniel was extremely conscientious about wearing, there wasn't a scratch or even so much as a bruise on his body; at the wake, he looked like he was asleep. Due to the nuances of Oregon law, the gentleman who killed Daniel faced no consequences whatsoever. All the same, I hope that the knowledge that his negligence stole a life prompts him to never again be irresponsible with his vehicle.

In honor of Daniel's memory, J wanted to make the same trip across the country, but in his own way. Daniel was passionate about motorcycles. J was always interested in airplanes, but for a variety of reasons (mostly having to do with the conditioning he received as a child about what sorts of things are "practical" and "realistic"), he didn't pursue that interest until recently.

J worked hard to overcome a lot of his previous conditioning in order to obtain a pilot's license. Like Daniel, J is very conscientious about safety, so he has done his utmost to become someone who can pilot a small airplane safely and confidently. He has memorized all of the standard procedures regarding visual flight rules. He is still working towards obtaining his instrument flight rating. He is doing the work needed to make sure the plane he bought recently is safe to operate. He has deconstructed a lot of the conditioning he received that tells him he is "unworthy" and "incapable" in order to make this work, and I could not be more proud of him.

We're still a ways off from making the trip, but when we do, I will be with J, most likely taking pictures, making sure he eats, sleeps, and hydrates, and generally trying to be a source of support. By that point, given that M and Br do not like heights, they will be okay with holding the fort back at home.

…So that is the story about why I was able to take pictures for you from an airplane in one of my letters. Suppose I might as well end today's letter here.

Hey, Sephiroth? I already have enough loss. I have even more in my past. And I know I'm going to have more in my future (M and Br are older than me; this is the other side of being polyamorous, I'm afraid…). There are already missing pieces in my soul in the shape of other human souls. Turn yourself around and keep yourself safe so that you don't add to my collection, yeah? And… make sure you're very generous with the phrase "I love you". Because you don't know when you're going to run out of opportunities to say it out loud.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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Insane Stories From Belobog's Trash Cans - Volume 1: Stelle and Caelus Collide

(Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of violence and mentions of hardship throughout.)

It was a peaceful time on the Astral Express. Having just repelled the Antimatter Legion invasion on Herta Space Station and resolving the Stellaron crisis on Jarilo-VI, the Express’ crew enjoyed a blissful grace period with their newest member, Stelle, a mysterious girl that housed a Stellaron within her. This proverbial calm before the storm was intended to be a relaxing break before the Express arrived at their next stop, a giant space-faring civilization known as the Xianzhou Luofu…

Most of the crew were dawdling on their individual hobbies, not having a care in the whole galaxy. Stelle was playing a game on her phone, shouting, “Noice!”, excitedly every once in a while. March 7th was busy flipping through her photo album on her trademark camera with a cheerful smile. Dan Heng was staring out the window silently, reminiscing about his mysterious past. And Welt was pretending to enjoy the putrid coffee he was sipping, unconvincingly trying to suppress his raspy gagging. Indeed… all was well at that point, with (almost) everyone feeling content.

Their collective reverie was then interrupted by the Express’ conductor, Pom-Pom, skipping into the parlor car from another carriage, and their fellow crewmate Himeko trailing behind them. “Listen up, everyone! Miss Himeko has a very special announcement for all of you!”, they stated in a commanding tone, “Could we have your attention, please? This matter concerns the Express’ crew roster…” This got everyone hyper-focused on the two of them, as they stopped what they were doing and stared at them.

Upon seeing this, Pom-Pom gestured towards Himeko and stepped off to the side. “Thanks, conductor.”, Himeko said with her usual smile. Unable to bear the curiosity any longer, March 7th stood up from the sofa and asked: “What’s going on, Himeko? This seems important…” “It must be…”, Welt replied while raising an eyebrow, glad to finally have an excuse to stop drinking Himeko’s “special” coffee, “...Since even I don’t know about it.”

“That’s right. It is indeed.”, she said while nodding. She then turned her head towards Stelle and continued with: “It actually concerns you, Stelle. There’s… someone I'd like you to meet.” Stelle’s normally blank face subtly lit up in interest, and she cocked her head to the side in intrigue. All she could answer with was a quiet, “Who…?”, in a neutral manner. “Well, my contacts on Herta Space Station found someone who’s… just like you.”, Himeko elaborated, “A young man was found where the Stellaron that created you was located. Like you, he just appeared into existence after the Stellaron’s residue created his body… So, essentially, he’s your younger twin brother.”

Stelle’s face then gaped in surprise, with her not being able to answer back. Perhaps unsurprisingly, March 7th was more interested with this new information than anyone else. “Wait… WHAT!? No way! What makes you think he’s related to Stelle? The fact he was born in the same way at the same place?”, she inquired with a hint of excitement in her voice. Himeko was quick to respond, stating: “There’s that, however, he and Stelle also look and act almost identically. And that’s too much of a coincidence to ignore.” March 7th nodded and contemplated the information, seeming satisfied with her quenched curiosity. A second passed before Dan Heng moved the conversation along. “I see… Then, what’s his name? And where is he now? You said, “meet” earlier, so I assume he’s nearby?”, he asked. Himeko nodded once more, saying: “Indeed, he’s in the next carriage over. His name is Caelus…”

“In that case, let’s see him. I’m sure Stelle would love to have him as a sibling. Family is important, after all…”, Welt commented while standing up from his chair. This caused March 7th to snap out of her daze and regain her interest. “Yeah! This’ll be fun! We could use some more help on our Trailblazing expeditions. And I have no memories of any siblings from my own past, so I’m a little jealous, but also interested in what it’s like…”, she said enthusiastically, “...Though it’s gonna be tough having to deal with two of the same kinda weirdo. I wonder what ridiculous stuff Caelus will say along with you, Stelle…” In reaction, Himeko smiled wider and chuckled. “Heh heh… It sounds like the rest of the crew is ready. How about you, Stelle?”, she said.

After a moment of thinking to herself, Stelle gave a small smile and nodded while answering with: “Alright.” She was cautious, yet eager to meet this potential new family member. “Excellent. I’ll call him out here, then.”, she said. Himeko then turned to the carriage door behind her and gave a couple of light knocks on it. She proceeded to say, “Come in here and meet your older sister, young Trailblazer.”, with an encouraging tone towards Caelus, who still waited from beyond the door.

Then, the door slid open with a slight squeak and shuffling sound. And out of it stepped Caelus, which led to the rest of the express crew seeing him for the first time. Himeko was right, he looked just like Stelle, except for his shorter hair/eyelashes, slightly taller height, and him wearing pants instead of a skirt, along with other insignificant cosmetic differences. After everyone got a good look at him, his eyes began to silently wander around the room while Himeko spoke up once more. “Caelus, this is everyone I told you about earlier. And over here is Stelle, your fellow family member.”, she said to him calmly while gesturing at everyone else. Most of them greeted him in some sort of way. “Heya, Caelus! I’m March. You and her really DO look like clones of each other!”, March 7th said. Dan Heng just nodded and stated: “You look strong… You will definitely be useful to us.” “Welcome aboard the Astral Express, it’s always a pleasure to have new members.”, Welt respectfully said while bowing. And Pom-Pom commented: “As a passenger of the Express, remember that Pom-Pom will always be your conductor.” The new Trailblazer only nodded to their greetings, not removing the blank expression off of his face.

Caelus’s eyes then locked onto Stelle’s, finally noticing where she was. Stelle realized this and stared back into his eyes as well. And then… they both just stared at one another with deadpan expressions, with no hint of emotion or conversation. This stare off that resembled a western showdown continued on and on for one, long, and agonizing minute. Most of the crew didn’t dare interrupt the trance, except for March 7th, who simply asked: “Huh? Why’re they not saying anything?”

Unable to bear the silent confrontation any longer, Stelle decided to take the initiative by speaking first. With a wry smile, she only said the word, “Kafka…?”, in a questioning tone. This also seemed to finally make Caelus speak up, who just nodded and with a still blank face, replied with: “Kafka.” Once again, this odd exchange prompted March 7th to comment on the situation. “What the…? Why’re the two of them saying that infamous Stellaron Hunter’s name? ‘Cuz she placed the Stellaron in their bodies?”, she said. No one answered her inquiries, but it wasn’t needed, since she was exactly on point.

The ice was very slightly broken, so both Stelle and Caelus continued their introductions. “So, she created you too? Guess that means we’re legit, bro.”, Stelle said in a cringey way while stepping closer to Caelus. He smiled and responded with: “Yeah… Let’s get to know each other better, then.” Holding out her right hand, she smiled and shook his hand. “I’m the Trailblazin’ Galactic Baseballer, how ‘bout you?”, she said while doing it. Suddenly, Caelus pulled his hand away from her and frowned. “Hold on… …Bruh. I’m the Trailblazin’ Galactic Baseballer, not you!” The previously dispelled silence then followed, and everyone (save for Himeko) gave confused stares at the two of them.

Yet another minute passed before Stelle decided to stop it once more. “Looks like there’s only one way to settle this…”, she neutrally declared before pulling out her baseball bat she used as a weapon in combat, “...I’ll show you I’m the REAL deal. Batter up!” Instead of being cautious like any other regular sane person would be, Caelus just nodded and pulled out an identical copy of the same bat as a response. “Sure thing. My amazing self WILL win, though! So… Batter up!”, he replied. While this was happening, only March 7th could respond to the strange challenge through her shock. “Why are they doing this!? I swear, I never understand these two…”, she said while shaking her head.

Preparing for battle, Stelle’s weapon became infused with electricity while she stoically said: “Rules are made to be broken!” As if meiotic cell division occurred right in front of her, Caelus did the exact same thing, except he said, “Rules… are made to be broken…!”, in a more fiery and energetic manner, and rested the bat on his right shoulder, instead of holding it to the side like Stelle’s. March 7th was the first to understand the gravity of the Trailblazer siblings’ insane duel. “Sigh… Looks like more cases of Copy Catitus are cropping up… Just what I needed to ruin my relaxation day.”, was all she could say at the moment.

The heat of combat upon them, Stelle could no longer resist the urge to say something that has been on her mind ever since she suggested this pointless duel. So, she compulsively taunted Caelus with: “... …Batta batta swing!” In response, Caelus retorted with a taunt of his own, which was also impulsively lurking in his tiny brain. “...I’ll pitch this ballin’ bat and swing it into you for a home run into next week, you second-basin’ team-switcher clone!”, he said. Dan Heng reacted to the cringe by sighing, putting his hand on his forehead, shaking his head, and muttering: “...Ugh…”

The other crew members didn’t seem too fazed by the escalating interaction, with them giving atypical responses. Welt shook his head, saying, “This is not good… Shouldn’t we stop them? I do not wish for this to get out of control.”, while tapping his cane on the floor. Still with an unchanging smile, Himeko responded by maturely saying: “No, no. We should let them play with each other. This is their first argument, after all, they need to savor this sweet little bonding experience so they can get along better in the future. It’s a natural part of life to conflict with the ones we love… How about I fix you some more coffee, Welt? It will take your mind off of all this built-up stress.” He shook his head almost immediately after she finished speaking. “I’d… rather not.”, he said. As for Pom-Pom, they stomped their stubby little legs in frustration at the upcoming battle. “No fighting on the Astral Express!”, their voice boomed, “If you mess up the parlor car in any way, it’s YOUR responsibility to clean it up!”

It was any second before the Trailblazers’ pseudo-baseball game began. Readying herself, Stelle decided to shout a mini speech about her goals for beating Caelus. “For the sake of Belobog’s trash cans, and for Tatalov the Garbage King, I shall hit all the bases and come out on top in this game! Ready yourself, Caelus!”, she said passionately. Once again, Caelus decided to copy his sister’s already unoriginal speech and say one of his own. “We shall battle! This will be dedicated to all the trash in the-...”, he cut himself off, “...Hol’ up. Imma be clear with you. Did you just say that you admire trash as well?” Puzzled by the turn of events, Stelle put away her baseball bat and thought to herself. She cocked her head to the side and asked in a sympathetic tone: “Then what are we fighting for…? We both agree that trash and their related cans are the greatest gifts in the whole galaxy, since that is a fundamental truth to our existence. So, we must be related, and on the same team. I could never possibly fight another fellow trash-lover!” He then put away his own weapon too, before replying, “I… feel the same! I guess you really are my big sister… I must apologize for being so violent. So, how about we make a peace offering together? For the trash’s sake!”, while smiling in an offering demeanor. She smiled and nodded back, and they walked closer towards each other.

“I don’t even know what’s happening anymore…”, March 7th said while sounding annoyed. Dan Heng nodded while stoically responding with: “For once, I agree…”

The two Trailblazer twins then stopped right in front of each other, both within arm’s reach. Stelle proceeded to reach into her mini universe-sized pockets and somehow pulled out a large, fully-stuffed trash bag that she obtained from the best and most special trash can in all of Belobog. Caelus followed suit, also pulling a similar-looking trash bag out of his pants pocket, though he got his by stealing it from a random research lab on Herta Space Station. What followed was the two of them each handing their respective trash bags to the other, as a way to trade so they could say sorry for their hostility.

The peace offering finished, they both then held the trash bags and pulled them closer to their chests, embracing their passionate hobbies simultaneously. This lasted for a good thirty seconds, until… something odd began to occur. The trash bags started to glow with what appeared to be golden energy surrounding them. The Stellarons housed within each Trailblazer seemed to be reacting with the bags, causing them to glow. Suddenly, the bags began to levitate upwards away from their hosts, and towards each other. They then collided, bursting into a stellar-like light that enshrouded everything. Stelle, Caelus, and everybody else in the room shielded their eyes.

Once the light subsided, the Trailblazer twins looked up and saw something awe-inspiring. The previous two regular trash bags have now combined into something new: a golden, sparkling “remarkable” trash bag. It remained suspended in the air for a few more seconds before it began to descend downwards towards the siblings. Stelle and Caelus caught the remarkable trash bag at the same time, with each of them holding it from one side across. Awe-struck, both spent a few seconds stroking the bag gently while having entranced looks on their faces, and there is a hint of salivation in their behaviorisms.

Reluctantly, they then peeled themselves away from it and set it down gently on the floor, right in between the two of them. They looked into each other’s eyes once more, but this time, they were both smiling earnestly. “I guess… This means we’re both trash inside.”, Caelus said seriously, not realizing the irony. Stelle nodded and said: “Seems like it. With that behind us… …Welcome to the crew! I’m so glad to finally meet you.” In response, he gave a thumbs up and replied, “Same here!”, before wanting to show his gratitude further. In unison once again, they both acted in sync by wrapping each other in a warm embrace. As they hugged, all the tension between them disappeared and they accepted each other as family for the first time. Unfortunately, as the tender moment stretched into a long one, neither of them were watching where they were going and they accidently knocked the golden trash bag by their feet on its side, spilling the sparkling trash within it all over the floor, though they didn’t seem to notice…

Luckily, the other crew members also seemed to let their stress go. “Aww… Yay! They made up! I’m so happy for them! This is SO cute.”, March 7th commented. Dan Heng, on the other hand, seemed confused. “...What just happened…?”, he said rhetorically, “Nevermind… At least the situation is resolved. It’s no use trying to question the oddities of those two.” Himeko turned to Welt and reassured him by stating: “See? I told you it would be fine.” He put his hand on the side of his head and then said, “I… suppose so. You are right, they resolved their conflict, even if they almost destroyed the Express in the process…” This made her laugh and change her tone for the first time in a long while. “Ha ha ha! You worry too much!”, she said before raising her voice so everyone could hear the offer she was about to propose, “To celebrate, how about I make everyone some coffee? I would love to see Caelus’s thoughts on my special brews.” Dan Heng grunted in sympathy towards Caelus’s innocent mind that was unexposed to Himeko’s coffee. March 7th just commented: “I feel bad for that new soul…” And Welt just sighed in aggravation at the thought of having to drink that poison for the second time that day.

At this point, Stelle and Caelus just let go of each other and are trying to locate their bearings amidst all of the golden trash on the floor. Once she learned of Himeko’s offer, Stelle stealthily leaned over to Caelus and said something quietly to him. “Don’t drink that stuff, it will make you feel like a weeb loser. Just pour it out in one of the potted plants while she’s not looking.”, she whispered in his ear. He nodded in cautious surprise and said: “...T-Thanks for the heads up, sis.”

However, before anyone could celebrate and relax again like how they were before this mess happened, Pom-Pom interrupted with a mad yet orderly tone. “HEY, no relaxing yet…! Stelle and Caelus, you made this trashy mess all over here! As your conductor, I suggest you CLEAN IT UP RIGHT NOW!!”, they yelled, “It’s your own responsibility to clean up your messes around here! I would really appreciate you helping Pom-Pom out! And after this, we’ll have to work on Caelus’s cabin setup! He might have to share your room, Stelle…” The rest of the crew smiled and laughed at them, but they were still glad that things had gone back to normal around there.

Stelle and Caelus then nodded and started to hesitantly pick up the remarkable trash from the floor. All the while, they began to have some insignificant small talk with each other, a good sign that they were starting to bond closer together at last. “We must save all this gorgeous trash in our room to remember our first meeting, and to use it to start worshiping the almighty Tatalov!”, Stelle suggested with some unhinged tones in her voice. Caelus vigorously nodded and finished with: “But of course! I’m glad that I’m not the only one who views trash cans as the love of my life anymore. I can’t wait to start Trailblazing with everybody here…” And in that bond of destiny between them, they both finally felt truly relaxed for the first time that day, the one moment that sets off Caelus’s Trailblaze journey…

[Writer’s Commentary: The goal of this story was to simply show what could happen if Stelle and Caelus were to theoretically meet. Currently, it’s unknown if the Trailblazer’s gender actually means anything for later on, so I thought to try this out here. Forgive me if I made any lore mistakes. I tried to replicate the characters’ speech and personalities the best I could. Don’t take this too seriously, as this is just a random and crazy idea I had while playing the game! I chose Stelle as the default Trailblazer due to her more prominent usage in promotional materials. This was also my attempt to try to justify Caelus’s existence in the story. I tried to set it at a certain point in the timeline to make it seem more like I was actually trying to write a good story, so I’m sorry if that annoyed you. And lastly, I apologize for the serious and detail-oriented tone, that’s just how I write, so get used to it! I just thought that it’s important to make the first volume of this series that depicts such an important event even more rich in its storytelling. That’s all, see you in the next volume!]

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