#with him yet) seems okay but i don’t think we will have ANYTHING in common

[fingertipsmp3]

Don’t really want to go to work tomorrow but like. Who does

[ellecdc]

okay so I just wanted to start by saying I love you're moonwater stories so much.

Ive been thinking about this like paring ig for a bit and your recent moonwater story when r gets home from girls night just made me think of it more so if you're interested id love for you to do it.

Basically its like poly moonwater plus Barty ive been calling it moonwaterkiller in my head (idk if its already a ship or already has a name but I haven't been able to find anything) but basically I feel like r and Barty would be like a chaotic duo and reg and rem would just be like wtf a lot idk... I just think it has some potential and I just love your writing so fucking much.

(I also just love how you write Barty)

so if you're interested I think it would be cool

much love :)

I love the way your mind works babes. thanks for your request! (it's almost two am where I am so please forgive any awkward sentences or spelling mistakes). also, if I didn't completely lose everyone with my DeathStar fics - this may very well do it. && this was written with the help of our fabulous @unstablereader

poly!moonwater x chaotic fem!reader + Barty Crouch Junior

Regulus didn’t know whether to be concerned or slightly aroused at the slightly deranged way that Remus was stalking the halls in search of you and Barty. 

You and Regulus had both at one point or another been in a friends-with-benefits situation with Barty (albeit separately) during your time in school, before you and Regulus went and fell in love with a Gryffindor. 

Regulus still wasn’t quite over the humiliation; both of falling in love and falling in love with a Gryffindor.

Of course, you and Regulus both stayed friends with Barty; Regulus mostly because he couldn’t shake him (ignoring the fact that Regulus really was quite fond of his maniacal friend), and you because the two of you really were sort of two sides of the same hyperactive galleon. 

And though Remus (and sometimes Regulus) liked to pretend that yours and Barty’s friendship caused them grief, they couldn’t deny how much they valued Barty’s loyalty and devotion to his friends; specifically you. 

Regulus’ new favourite thing was easily Remus’ new found appreciation for Barty. 

Up until this point, Barty had been his notoriously flirty and salacious self when it came to the likes of Remus, who wasn’t yet accustomed to Barty’s unique…personality.

However, once Remus realised the history between his two partners and the other Slytherin boy, he quickly came to appreciate the kind of pull Barty could have on people.

So, Remus had started flirting back.

Barty hated it.

Regulus loved it.

You started keeping track of the number of times Remus reduced Barty to a blushing and stuttering mess in your notebook. 

Barty hated that too.

It was nearing curfew and Remus and Regulus hadn’t seen you all afternoon. 

Usually that was fine, considering you were a bit of a free spirit. What was concerning, however, was that they hadn’t seen Barty either.

Regulus watched as Remus checked the stupid map that his brother and their friends had created when his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What? Don’t tell me they’re in the middle of the Black Lake again?” Regulus asked quickly, moving to stand over Remus’ shoulder to peer at the map.

“Again?”

“Don’t ask.” Regulus muttered.

“But…doesn’t Barty not know how to swim?”

“I said don’t ask.”

Seeming to know better, Remus turned back and pointed towards the Ravenclaw common room on the map. “It says they’re up in Ravenclaw tower?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Regulus muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

“How’d two Slytherin’s manage to get into Ravenclaw tower?” Remus asked bemusedly, earning him an unimpressed glare from Regulus. 

“Remus, I love you, but that was perhaps the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he closed the map and tucked it back into his trunk.

“Come on, we might be able to catch up to Pandora on her way up and have her help us in.” 

They had indeed caught up to Pandora, and Pandora had indeed helped them in, though it seemed to be for naught. 

“I thought your stupid map said they were here.” Regulus muttered as he surveyed the common room, unable to spot a single lick of green and silver.

“It’s not stupid and they are in here.” Remus muttered back, moving to stand in the dead centre of the room. 

“How do you know they’re here if you can’t see them?”

Remus glared at Regulus before looking around to ensure no one could hear them. “I can smell them.” He whispered.

Well Regulus just didn’t know what good these wolfy senses were if they were still out two Slytherin’s. 

“Shit.” Regulus heard whispered suddenly as a quill fell from the air and landed beside his foot.

Remus and Regulus both looked up to see you and Barty casually lounging in the chandelier above them.

“Are you sodding kidding me!?” Regulus shouted.

“I think our cover’s been blown.” You said simply to Barty as if you didn’t have two fuming and fretting boyfriends standing nearly forty feet give or take below you.

“Pity.” Barty responded as he peered down. “This was a nice refuge.”

“How’d you even get up there?” Remus cried, pacing like he was getting ready to catch you should you fall.

“Magic.” Barty taunted from above.

“Junior, so help me gods if that witch falls I-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lupin. I resent the insinuation that I would ever let anything happen to our sweet angel baby.” Barty bit back immediately.

“Okay, okay. Fair enough.” Remus acquiesced as if he were negotiating a hostage situation. “Why don’t you both just come down here, nice and slow, okay?”

Both you and Barty leaned forward to look down at the two boys, causing the chandelier to swing precariously.

“Fucking hells! Stop moving!” Remus shrieked, causing the attention of the few Ravenclaws sitting in the common room to look over.

“Such a worrier.” Barty muttered as he stood and started manoeuvring himself to the edge of the chandelier - you following him over and causing the chandelier to tip to a nearly 90 degree angle. 

“I’m going to be sick, I’m actually going to throw up right here.” Regulus muttered mostly to himself whilst Remus tried to stand directly underneath you lest you need to be caught. 

To Remus and Regulus’ absolute horror, Barty launched himself away from the chandelier, grabbing at the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling causing the chandelier to swing away from him like a pendulum. 

“JUNIOR!” Remus shouted, causing Barty to momentarily look shamefaced as he looked below him. 

As the chandelier swung towards the opposite wall, you too launched yourself at one of the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling and began monkey climbing down them.

“Can you make sure she doesn’t fall, please.” Remus barked at Regulus as he made his way towards Barty.

Barty let out a high pitched screech and began hastily making his way down the wall. “Run Treasure! Save yourself!” He shouted dramatically.

You turned quickly at that and saw Regulus making his way to you.

You let out a surprised squeak and hurried down, and before Regulus realised what you were doing, you had used your wand to open one of the windows and were shimmying out.

“Oi! What the-” but before Regulus could even shove his torso out the window, you’d managed to shift into your animagus form - a mink, which Regulus felt was very fitting considering what a sodding cheeky minx you were being right now - and began scaling your way down the side of the building.

Regulus was interrupted by the sound of a squeal - Remus’ squeal - and turned to see Remus hanging halfway out of the window in much the same fashion that Regulus had been.

Unlike Regulus, however, Remus had been successful in his capture of Barty and had him hanging from the tallest tower at Hogwarts by one of his arms.

“Junior! Are you trying to sodding kill me!?” Remus barked angrily at him, trying to pull Barty up without any help from Barty himself.

Barty looked up at Remus with all the innocence he could muster (read: none) and winked. 

“Catch me if you can, Mr. Wolf.”

And Barty shrunk into his own animagus form - an osprey - and let out a cry before swooping down to pick up something that looked suspiciously like a mink from the eaves of one of the lower towers and took off towards the grounds. 

“Fucking son of a bitch.” Remus cursed as he tried catching his breath, still sitting half out of the Ravenclaw window. “Why do we put up with those two?”

Regulus shrugged with all the nonchalance he could muster. “‘Cause they’re cute?”

Remus sighed and hit his head against the windowsill. “They’re so sodding lucky that they are…”

“Come on.” Regulus said, offering Remus a hand and helping him out of the window. “Unfortunately, I know exactly where they went.”

Barty loved nothing more than the feeling of his feet sinking into the sediment of the Black Lake below his feet. He also loved the feeling of being near you, his Treasure. He also loved the idea of two handsome men frantically searching for you, and him by proxy.

All this to say, Barty was having a really nice night.

“Junior!”

Barty’s face morphed into a Cheshire cat grin as he turned towards the voice of the man and his boyfriend as they stormed towards the waters edge.

“Well hello, Lupin. How nice of you to join us; care for a dip?”

“Get out of the water.” Regulus drawled in a bored tone.

“Why would I do such a thing? The water’s lovely, I’m in wonderful company, and we’re going to feed the Giant Squid.” He argued.

“Barty.” Remus barked with all the severity he could manage. “You don’t know how to swim.”

Barty scoffed indignantly. “Yeah, well…neither can Reggie!”

“That’s why I’m standing on the shore you absolute bell-end.” Regulus countered quickly.

Remus turned his furious gaze into a bemused one as he took in Regulus. “Do you really not know how to swim either?”

“None of us can!” You shouted from your disturbingly deeper place within the lake as the gentle waves nearly lapped against your skirt.

“Oh, for the love of- you know what? This summer, everyone’s getting swimming lessons.” Remus proclaimed.

“Ou, does that mean I get to see you in your swim trunks, Lupin?” Barty called.

Remus, without missing a beat, started towards Barty, walking into the lake in his shoes and all. “You could see me right now, in less, for free, Junior. You only had to ask.”

Barty let out a screech and tried running towards you, albeit in slow motion on account of the water’s resistance. “Y/N! Treasure! Help! Make him stop!”

“No can do, bubs.” You called back in monotone, still throwing chunks of bread towards the middle of the Lake in hopes of eliciting the company of one Giant Squid. 

“Dove, you’re going to catch a cold; get out of the water.” Remus called to you, pants soaked up to his knees after giving up on chasing Barty in the water.

“We’re trying to make friends!” You whined.

“You cannot make friends with a squid, amour. He will eat you.” Regulus explained from the shore. 

“He wouldn’t eat his friend.” You scoffed. 

“Dove.” Remus barked again.

“I want to see the the big water kitty!” You whined again, turning towards the boys and offering the most pathetic pout you could muster.

Regulus scoffed from his place, still dry on the shore, Remus let out a pained sigh, and Barty all but skipped towards you. 

“A valiant death it will be!” He cheered before he felt the fabric of his jumper being summoned by an accio, dragging him unceremoniously through the water towards Remus.

“No! Ah! AH! STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER!” He shrieked as Remus threw him over his shoulder.

“Okay, well, now you’re just showing off, Lupin.” He muttered, crossing his arm petulantly as Remus held his free hand out to you.

“Dove, please? Come inside with me?”

You looked distressed at this and moved obediently towards Remus. “Are you mad at me?” You asked timidly.

Barty could actually feel Remus’ body soften beneath him as he allowed some of his tension to dissipate. “Of course not, dovey. I love you.”

You leaned over and pecked a kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning into your animagus mink and swimming to the shore, crawling up Regulus’ pant leg (who admonished you in faux contempt for ruining his trousers), and allowed him to carry you back to the castle. 

Barty was feeling petulant about the whole matter of being chased and chastised so decided then that he was going to force Remus to carry him all the way back to the castle in silence.

Unfortunately for Barty, he hated silence.

He was at least proud he’d made it to the dungeons before giving up on his vow of silence.

“You’re really not upset with her?” Barty asked quietly from his current prison. He could feel Remus’ head tilt in confusion, though his steps never faltered.

“Of course not?” He responded as a question.

“Hmmm.” Barty said, racking his brain for something to upset or fluster this man.

“Oh! What about me having slept with both your boyfriend and your girlfriend?”

“What about it?” Remus asked plainly. 

“Well…aren’t you upset about that?”

Remus scoffed and adjusted his grip on Barty, hand’s migrating none too innocently up the back of his thighs. “Junior. The only thing I’m upset about is that you haven’t slept with all three of us. I don’t like feeling left out, you know?”

Barty made a strangled sound as he struggled in Remus’ grip to no avail, causing you and Regulus to chuckle from a few strides ahead as you all stepped into the Slytherin common room.

“We told you he was smooth, Barty.” You chuckled.

“You should hear him in bed.” Regulus taunted, reaching over to pinch Barty’s arse, causing him to yelp and start cursing at him.

Remus relented and put Barty down, who immediately made for Regulus’ throat.

“Easy, Junior.” Remus chuckled, pulling him back by the shoulder. “You wanna keep Reg around, don’t you?”

Barty harrumphed and crossed his arms indignantly.

“We’d like to keep you around.” Remus continued.

Barty grumbled again and let out a quiet. “Fine.”

Remus beamed at him, which was very alarming if you asked Barty, as they stepped into his and Regulus’ shared dorm; Rosier and Avery were already asleep in their beds with their curtains drawn.

“Yeah? You’ll let us keep you?” Remus asked.

“I said fine, Lupin.” He bit back.

“Great. So we’re in a relationship then.” He explained simply, causing Barty to level him with a severe glare. “How dare you, Lupin. Never say such vile things to me again.” He spat before storming towards the boy’s bathroom.

Regulus groaned and grabbed his own toiletries before making his way to the washroom behind him. “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t try to drown himself in the shower again.”

Remus shook his head and changed into his pyjamas before climbing into Regulus’ bed and pulling you towards him.

“So, explain this to me, Dove. Why is Barty the way he is?”

You snorted a laugh and turned to face him. “You’re going to have to be way more specific, love.”

Remus chuckled and ran his hands up and down your back. “He likes Reg. He loves you. He seems sweet on me. We invite him to be ours and he accepts - but runs when we make it mean something?”

You smiled up at your boyfriend and booped his nose with a perfectly manicured finger - which Remus found very confusing considering you spend your spare time scaling the rafters of grand ceilings and enticing Giant Squids from their hiding places. “Barty doesn’t understand, Rem. He wouldn’t know love if it punched him right in the face.”

Remus could feel his brows furrow and he pulled you in tighter to his chest. “Dove…love doesn’t punch you in the face?”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say as you rolled your eyes in exasperation and threw your head back onto the pillow. “You see? That’s the kind of thing someone who grew up loved would know.”

It’s not that Remus ever really forgot to worry about you per se, but he sometimes really worried about you Purebloods. 

At some point in the night, you had apparently decided Remus and Regulus’ bed was too hot and moved to Barty’s. Remus would have been slightly more petulant about the matter if he hadn’t thought you looked absolutely precious with Barty resting his head on your chest.

He looked so innocent in his sleep.

Sleep clearly didn’t know him very well.

Remus was shocked when the four of you entered the Great Hall for breakfast and Barty actually followed you three to the Gryffindor table. Though Remus was trying to play it cool, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope surge within him at what that might mean for the three four of you.

Remus was just about to bite into his toast when a sultry voice sounded from behind Barty.

“Hello, Bartemus.” Amelia Bones sing-songed as she trailed a finger up Barty’s arm.

His brows furrowed almost comically from above the rim of his coffee cup before he slowly lowered it and turned to consider the Hufflepuff.

“Bones. Can I help you?” He asked, punctuating the word help as he plucked her fingers from his being between his two fingers as if he’d found something really quite disgusting on his person.

“I was thinking, you could help me, perhaps tonight?”

Barty turned to look at her incredulously.

“Help with what, Amelia? I’m really quite busy.” He spat, gesturing wildly to his cup of coffee. 

“An orgasm or two? Gods, you’re pissy in the mornings.”

Barty scoffed, sounding completely scandalised as he clutched at non-existent pearls adorning his neck. “I am sitting here with my beloveds, Amelia. For shame. You see this lot? I’m theirs, capiche?” 

Amelia looked bemusedly at the group of you before shaking her head in confusion. “Whatever you say, Junior.”

She moseyed on away, and Barty turned back towards his cup of coffee. “The gall of some people, honestly.” He said in exasperation, downing the rest of his still hot coffee and standing unceremoniously.

“Well, I best be off. Things to fuck up, people to scare. Tah-tah.” He called, pressing a quick kiss to your hair as he left the Great Hall.

Suddenly, realisation dawned on Remus.

“Ah, I see. So no to a relationship, but he is ours.”

You and Regulus chorused a hum of acknowledgement. 

“That’s just how Barty operates. You’ll get used to it.” You explained, still not looking up from the Daily Prophet you had been reading all this time.

Remus didn’t mind getting used to that; not if it meant he managed to get everything he wanted.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Romantic Homicide

Yandere assassin x divorcee afab reader

You had a hit placed on you by your ex monster in law. That nightmare of a woman couldn’t stand how her son had loved you so much and didn’t have his undivided attention on her (emotional incest??). Yet it wasn’t enough that the two of you are now divorced, she wanted you dead for breaking her son’s heart. Even though she was the main source of your separation. The reason why you could no longer be with the man you loved. The painful thorn stuck in your side that you finally couldn’t stand. So you removed yourself from the equation.

It didn’t matter that your ex, Vincent, sobbed and begged for you to not leave him on his hands and knees like a dog. The wealthy man sniveled at your feet and yet you could not find the strength in yourself to fight this battle any longer. The monster can have her precious son, you deserved to be happy.

Vincent had no backbone. You put up with so much verbal and even physical abuse from his mother due to your common background, and he never stood up for you. Sure Vincent would cry and apologize to you for his mother, but he never stood up to her. He was a coward. Vincent could use as many honeyed words as he pleased but they would no longer be told to you. You were hardened now and had no motivation left to fight… yet his mother wanted you dead for leaving him. She needed to make up her mind on what she wanted from you.

When you divorced Vincent Beau, you didn’t even accept any alimony because you didn’t want any of the filthy money from his family. And yet his mother, Manon, despised you even more for it… that strange woman.

So here you were in your bed with a masked hitman with wild green eyes wild and a sharp blade pressed to your neck. The thinnest of cuts formed on your neck as blood slowly pooled around your head like a grotesque halo. His breathing ragged and his voice deep like the bottomless ocean. “Any last words?”

You hummed and thought for a moment. How kind of a hitman to offer you any final words… yet you could focus on nothing else but his beautiful green eyes.

Vincent and Manon were far on your mind. It was simply your killer and you in this small world. Should you even offer the man any words? You didn’t care to beg for your life seeing to it that your monster in law would do anything to rid the world of your very existence even if he did let you go.

You stared deeply into his wild green eyes that reminded you of a forest. The ones you’d see in a National Geographic magazine. They were so unlike the cognac brown eyes of Vincent. You wondered if his face was as handsome as his piercing eyes.

“You have the most beautiful eyes.” You gave him a small smile and shut your eyes to wait for the final blow.

A moment passed and then another… yet it never came. The knife was flung carelessly across the room with a loud clang. Large, gloved hands roughly grabbed your face as his lips were suddenly pressed against yours. His stubble tickled your face while his mouth eagerly moved against yours.

You couldn’t even register whether or not you wanted to kiss back since he pulled away like had been burned. His gloved hands quickly shoved the mask back on before you could catch a glimpse of his face.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long… to think you feel the same way as me…” You squeaked when he scooped you up into his arms to carry you out of your home. “I just have to burn this whole place down so she thinks you’re dead… then we can be together.”

You’re as confused as a newly born fawn. This man seemed to know you but you had no idea who he was… did you know him? He seemed familiar with Manon but then again, she was a socialite. He could be anyone…

He unceremoniously shoved you into the trunk of his car. His green eyes lit up like a child on Christmas Day. “Don’t make a sound, okay? We have to convince mother that you died.”

And when the trunk door closed and left you in complete darkness, his identity finally clicked in your brain.

Acheros Beau, Vincent’s half brother and the illegitimate son of the Beau family. The family’s darkest secret and now your delusional captor who believed you were in love with him.

You hugged your knees from within the car’s trunk as you felt yourself shiver. What on earth have you done to capture the amorous feelings of a deranged psychopath?

You didn’t know whether to be grateful to your situation or horrified. Maybe it would have been better to die in the comfort of your home rather than await what terrible fate may lie ahead… more time could tell. For now you would count the seconds until you woke up from this realistic nightmare.

[sluttywoozi]

Fine Line | jwy x reader

Summary: There’s a certain rivalry that exists between the two hottest people on campus. You’d think having such a thing in common would foster a bond, but from the first day you met, you feared you and Wooyoung could be nothing but enemies. 

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.7k | Genre: college au, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: drinking mention, dom!wooyoung, brat!reader, mouth covering, hand behind back, petnames (princess, baby), fingering, praise kink, closet sex, semi public sex, possessive wooyoung

There’s a certain rivalry that exists between the two hottest people on campus. You’d think having such a thing in common would foster a bond, but from the first day you met, you feared you and Wooyoung could be nothing but enemies. 

The tension was instant. You met once at a party and there was a moment of like recognizing like before he turned his nose up at you and dragged someone else into the conversation. Every time you’ve met him since has been like that - eyes meeting, a flash of connection, and a suddenly uninterested Wooyoung doing anything he can to avoid talking to you. 

It’s not the type of treatment you’re used to, and it’s definitely not what you prefer, but you can’t say it doesn’t present the slightest bit of a challenge. You want Wooyoung to like you, want him to talk to you and laugh with you and cling to you like he does all his friends, and perhaps, secretly, you want to do things friends don’t do, too. 

So you stay persistent, keep going up to him at parties to say hello, keep your eyes and your heart open as he observes you, and keep your hurt feelings to yourself when he yet again deems you unworthy. 

Until San’s party, that is. Wooyoung and San have such a bond it seems no one can get in between, but tonight, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, because if San accepts you, then Wooyoung will have no choice but to do the same. 

It’s easy enough once you find your in. San can talk Overwatch scores for hours and you just so happen to play, and in no time, he’s clutching onto your shoulder and laughing himself breathless at your recount of your most recent loss. You can feel Wooyoung watching you, feel his eyes as they dart back and forth between you and San, feel his ire as San hands you his phone, asking you to put your number and username in so you can play together sometime. 

Before you can hand it back, it’s being snatched out of your hands by a glaring Wooyoung, except to your surprise, the glare isn’t directed at you. It’s pointed towards San, who, instead of looking nervous or scared like many others would be, is smiling a secret, satisfied grin as he watches Wooyoung delete your contact. 

Wow. You knew Wooyoung didn’t like you, but to get upset with his best friend just for talking to you? You have to admit, that hurts. But beneath the pain lies anger, indignation, offense, and those are the feelings you latch onto. 

“Okay, Wooyoung. Message received. You don’t want to be friends and you don’t want to share either, so I’ll just find different parties to go to. You won’t have to see me again.”

You wish your voice wasn’t shaking but at least your fingers aren’t as you plant your cup in San’s still open hand and spin on your heel, ignoring greetings and calls of your name as you make a beeline for the door. 

You’re only a few feet away when a hand catches yours and tugs you into the hall closet. Even in the dark, you know it’s him, know it’s Wooyoung, and being in such close proximity with him has your head spinning. 

“We need to talk,” he starts, but you don’t really feel like listening. 

“Do we? You’ve never had anything to say to me before,” you sass back, shivering at the way his hand tightens around yours. 

You can practically hear him rolling his eyes, his consternation palpable as he backs you into the coat rack, hangers clacking against each other at the impact. 

“I’ve always had plenty to say to you, princess, I just didn’t think you’d want to hear it.”

The condescension in that single word shouldn’t make magma pool in your belly but it does, and for once, you’re at a loss for words. 

“Oh, now you’re quiet? Good. It’s my turn to talk,” his voice is hard, heated, unlike you’ve ever heard it before. “You’re right that I don’t want to share, but it’s not that I don’t want to share San, it’s that I don’t want to share you.” 

“Share me? I don’t belong to anyone so there’s nothing to share.”

“That’s the problem,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he takes a step closer, his toned chest brushing against yours. 

You’ve never been this close to him before and it has your heart racing, the scent of his cologne filling your senses and clouding your thoughts. You bring your other hand up to rest on his shoulder as your knees grow weak, your fingertips digging into the lean muscle when he takes hold of your hip with his free hand. 

You feel him leaning in closer and closer in the black of the closet, know his mouth is just centimeters from yours, know that if he asked, you’d-

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His lips meet yours urgently, no softness to be found as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and nips at it, his tongue soothing the sting before he pulls you into his body and wraps his arm around you, his other hand still holding yours tight. 

You make a sound into his mouth when he untangles it but quiet down when he brings it up to your cheek, his hand tilting your face so he can kiss you at a better angle and his tongue delving into your mouth when you open up for him. He kisses you with his whole body, his shoulders curving into you and his hips bumping against yours as he crowds even closer to you. 

He breaks away to whisper into your mouth, “Can I-” “Yes,” you sigh, before you even know what he’s asking. You’d let him have anything from you at this point, would do anything, be anything, for him, because all you’ve ever wanted was his attention, his shine, on you. Now that you have it, you won’t give it up. 

You can’t help but hope he won’t give you up either as his hand glides up your thigh and unbuttons your jeans, his fingers sliding into your underwear with shocking ease. He doesn’t mess around, immediately gathering arousal from your entrance to rub into your clit, his lips finding yours just as you let out a moan. 

Your whole lower half throbs, your jeans feeling so constrictive you wish you could just strip them off, though you do appreciate the extra pressure they put on his hand, his touch feeling that much more intense because of them. 

Before long, you’re yearning for something inside, your core aching with emptiness as he rubs sloppy circles around your clit. “I want-”

“Hush. You don’t get to ask for things right now.”

“Why?” You whine, dragging out the end of the word and grasping his wrist with one hand. He unwraps his arm from you and pulls your hand off, bringing it behind your back and whispering, “Because I’m already giving you what you want, aren’t I? 

You squirm at being called out, but you can’t deny it. 

“That’s what I thought.”

He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to cover your mouth as he sinks two slender fingers inside you to the knuckle and curves them toward your abdomen, finding your g-spot so fast, you realize suddenly that he will make you cum in this hall closet. 

You don’t know if you need permission but you’re certainly not going to ask, not with one of his hands over your mouth and the other in your pants. Not when you can hear the way he’s panting, not when he’s mumbling to you, or maybe even to himself, “Fucking tight,” and, “So wet, shit,” and, “Perfect pussy, baby.” 

The praise makes you preen, your body melting into him and your lips curving into a blissful smile beneath his hand as your walls flutter around his fingers, your high approaching you much faster than expected. 

He knows it, somehow, and tears his hand off your smiling mouth to press his own grin to yours in a kiss, his satisfaction and pride tangible as he fills you with his fingers again and again, the slick sound of his movements making your cheeks heat. 

When his thumb swivels to find your clit and he murmurs, “Cum for me,” you feel the wave of pleasure drag you under, your cunt locking down around his fingers as he grinds them into your g-spot. You whimper weakly into his mouth, the sound barely audible over the noise of the party filtering in through the door, and he answers with his teeth digging into your bottom lip again, this time in reprimand. 

If you didn’t know every single person outside of this closet, you would moan even louder out of pure spite. Instead, you sigh against his lips as he pulls his fingers out of you and turns his head to the side, the sound of him sucking his fingers clean making you clench. 

When he’s done, he wipes his fingers off on his shirt and rebuttons your jeans, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other find yours. 

“Let me drive you home? I haven’t had anything to drink,” he whispers, kissing you to prove himself. All you can taste is you, so with a nod and a quiet, “Sure,” you agree. 

“And… let me take you out on a date?” He sounds nervous, his voice wavering just slightly and his fingers twitching in yours. 

“Yes, Wooyoung,” you can hear the smile in your voice, feel it in your cheeks, in the stretch of your lips. 

He exhales a relieved breath and pulls you to the door, leaning in for one last kiss before opening the door, peeking his head out, and tugging you into the hallway. It seems San, the precious angel, has guided everyone outside so you can exit in peace, and as you make your getaway, you vow to actually add him in Overwatch. 

You’re sure asking Wooyoung for his gamertag will lead to a most exciting (and possessive) reaction, and you can only hope he’s willing to give you what you want yet again.  

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[castiwls]

anti-hero - d.w

Paring; Dean x gn!reader

Synopsis; Dean's nightmares have become a nightly occurrence

Warnings; none

Notes; i think this might be one of my all time favorite songs ever! Also praying we get rep tv announcement tonight!! (also requests are open )

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"i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming

Nightmares were a common occurrence for Dean Winchester. Every time he closed his eyes it was as if a collection of his worst moments replayed in his head for his own viewing pleasure. 

Dean had almost completely forgotten what it was like to dream, his nightmares seemed to have chased them away. Even the alcohol no longer kept his personal demons at bay. 

Most nights he found himself waking in cold sweats, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. Today was no exception. Dean let out a quiet gasp as his eyes shot open his hands subconsciously reaching for the weapon under his pillow. Just as he closed his hand around the knife he felt something touch his chest

“Dean.” You blinked slowly at him from your spot in the bed. You wiped at your eyes before using your arm to prop up your head. “You ok?” Your face twisted in slight concern as he lay quietly beside you. “Dean.” You said placing a hand on his arm. “Talk to me. Please.”

Dean slowly turned his head towards you. He didn’t say anything as he gently took your hand in his and squeezed it. “I’m okay.” He whispered. You frowned and let out a quiet sigh. “Alright.” You lay back down. You knew he wasn't going to talk. It was rare Dean ever did tell you about his ‘dreams’.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” You seethed as you held a cloth over the wound on Dean's leg. He simply scoffed before looking away. “Do you have any idea how stupid that plan was? You ran into a nest of vamps alone! Why didn’t you wait for Sam.” You reached over for a wipe and began to clean the cut as well as you could.

The wound ran down the majority of his leg and seemed deep enough for stitches much to your annoyance. “Are you even gonna say anything?” You stooped momentarily looking up at him from your spot on the floor. “Dean?” Your tone softened as you took notice of his far-off look.

Ever since the other night he’d been acting weird. Dean had taken to quietly staring at walls and drinking himself into a coma at night. You’d also noticed his behaviour change. He was more reckless

Satisfied that the cut was clean and no longer bleeding you took a spot on the bed next to him. “Whats wrong?” 

Dean kept his gaze on the wall infront of him. He took a shaky breath before moving to grab your hand. He squeezed it for a moment before looking down. “You deserve more then this. Then me.” He ran his free hand through his hair before finally looking up to catch your gaze. “I mean whens the last time you had a whole nights sleep, huh?” 

You shook your head. “Dean. I don’t care about your nightmares ok. I care when you close up on me like this and when you go and be reckless.” His thumb began to gently rub your hand as you spoke. “I’m frustrated 'cause I don't like seeing you destroy yourself. Talk to me. Talk to Sam. Hell, I don't care who you talk to just talk to someone please."

He nodded. “You don’t have to deal with these nightmares alone.” You finished.

You sent him a soft smile before wrapping your arms around him. You knew he wouldn’t open up immediately, but as long as he agreed to try, that was all you cared about.

“I’m not going anywhere ok.” Dean tightened his hold on you before pressing a kiss to your head. He wasn’t ready to talk yet but knowing you would stay was enough.

[starsval]

you're losing me

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus giving you mixed signals. based on you're losing me by taylor swift.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: idek if i like this but i'll just post it. thanks to @myriadmoons for helping me write this, ily<3

Stop, you’re losin’ me

“you’re so pretty” he’s practically on top of you, although the common room is empty. he’s touching your face, your hair, your hands. he sees you’re getting flustered and continues. “you don’t understand how pretty you are”

“remus” you wince, trying to get away from his hold.

“what, babe?” he says, almost mocking you.

“stop” you insist.

“stop what?” he hides in your neck, and you can feel the smirk growing on his face when your hand goes to his hair.

“this” he doesn’t seem to care, because he distances from you, puts his hand on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you.

when he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to confess, like he’s going to say the three words you’re waiting for. 

but he doesn’t,

instead, he pulls away when he hears your friends walking in, he sits back on the couch, away from you, and starts reading like nothing happened.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you were sitting next to him, watching him lie on the infirmary bed, just like every month. 

"babe, stop doing that" you don't know when he woke up, you just know that his hand is on yours so you stop biting your nails. you immediately get up, grabbing his face so you can look at it. 

"how are you feeling?" he smiles, staring at your eyes. if only he could see the storms in them. 

"good" he replies as he grabs your waist, moving you to lie next to him. 

and you stay like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular, his hands on you all the time. 

once he feels better he gets up, slowly gathering his things. you walk him to the door, but you don't get out. 

"i think i'll stay here for a bit, i'm feeling sick" you look at him, and there's a bit of confusion in his eyes. 

"oh, okay" that's the last thing he says before leaving. 

Stop, you’re losin’ me

the next time he sees you, you're both at a party, and your friends aren't there yet. so he approaches you, takes a sip from your cup and puts his arms around you. 

"hi" he smiles. 

"hi" you smile back. 

"i love your outfit" he stares at it. 

"thanks" 

"i could show you how much i love it in my room thought" he smirks when you blush. 

"stop"

"okay" he replies, but he hugs you tighter. 

and you stay like that for a bit, but when he sees lily walking towards you he completely pulls away, and he disappears before you can say something. 

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

when you walk out of the common room, he doesn't know whether to follow you or not. he stares at the now cold spot next to him, but he's not sure if he should follow you. 

when he sees you, you're drying your face. and he stares at the redness of them. 

"love, are you okay?" he sits next to you, on the hallway floor. 

"yes" he sighs, taking one of your hands in his. 

"if you need anything, i'm here, you know?" he explains, not staring at you. 

"i know" 

neither of you talk for a while, you staring at the wall in front of you, him staring at your hand on his. 

"i'm sorry that my pain is a burden" 

"your pain could never be an imposition" he assures you. 

"stop" 

"it's true, i mean it"

he says, but as soon as someone calls him from the end of the hallway, he gets up. 

"i'm sorry, i have to leave"

and you know you shouldn't care, you know you shouldn't go to his dorm later that day so you can go study together, you know you should just ignore him. but you go anyway. 

"you're going to study with mrs. moony?" you hear sirius ask remus, from outside the room. 

"stop fucking calling her mrs. moony, she's not my wife" you hear remus spat at sirius, and you think that you might just leave, that you don't want to listen to the whole conversation. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" sirius doesn't know you're there, but he's still offended. 

"she's just following me all the time, asking me if she can help me, she's just a people pleaser, like i would marry her" and that's when you decide that it's enough, that you don't want to keep listening, that you don't want to see him anymore. 

and he waits, he waits for you in the library, where you were supposed to meet. he waits until curfew. he waits until the next morning, when you're supposed to sit next to him during breakfast. he waits in class, where you're supposed to sit next to him. 

but you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. 

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

he approaches you again while you're choosing something to drink. 

"i like your outfit" he smiles. 

"stop" you walk away from him, making him frown. 

"what? 

"you're losing me"

“what? c’mon, talk to me”

he follows you out of the party, to talk, he said, but when you want to, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your cup out of your hand. 

"stop ignoring me!" you say when he starts looking around. 

"i'm not!" but then he looks at a couple who just walked out of the common room. 

"i'm the best thing at this party"

you're losing me

he doesn't talk, he just stares at you, that's when you feel the tears filling your eyes. 

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser" you chuckle, tears running down your face. "who only wanted you to see her"

you wait for him to say something, to apologize, to take his words back, to react, but he just stares at you. 

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

"do something, babe, say something" you insist, but he just looks at the floor. "lose something, risk something"

you're losing me

"chose something, love, i got nothing" you tell him, waiting for him to do something. 

to believe, unless you're choosing me

[pearwaldorf]

I have been trying to write this on and off for a while. I figure the second anniversary of the show is as fine an occasion as any to shove it out into the world. It is not everything I want to say about it, but I think the important bits are there.

It is a human impulse to be seen. To be told, through art, you are not alone. It is universal, but of special importance to people who are not well-represented in media (i.e. everybody who isn’t cis, white, able-bodied, skinny, and conventionally attractive).   

This show speaks to me as a queer person who figured things out later than most of my peers. (Not quite as late as Ed and Stede but not terribly far off either.) It’s not super common to see queer media address this, and I didn’t realize how much I needed that reassurance until I got it. That it’s okay to find these things any time in your life. To be told “A queer is never late, they’re always fashionably on-time.” 

They’re not my first canon queer ship. But they are the first ones where I knew it was true from the get-go. Multiple people assured me this was the case. And yet, I still didn’t believe it until I saw it with my own two eyes. This experience is not unusual for fans around my age.  

After I finished up season one, I laid in bed and cried. It’s not something I thought would affect me so much, but it feels like a weight I’d carried so long I didn’t realize it wasn’t supposed to be part of me is gone.

One of the reasons people unfamiliar with the fandom seem to think it’s absolutely crazy (which some of it is, to be fair, but every fandom has that) is the way fans of the show get extremely super intense about it. It took me a few weeks to realize this is a trauma response. I’m not even sure “trauma” is the right word. It doesn’t interfere with my day to day function, but it lasted for years. Decades. So it was definitely something that fucked me up. And in the way you can only start to see something as you’re moving past it, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to get my head around this. (I don’t know if I have anything to say about it yet. Maybe I need more time to sit with it.)

I know this sounds contrary, but I’m really glad David Jenkins does not come from fandom. Sometimes it’s good to know where a line is, and others it’s better to not know there’s a line at all. And this is, sad to say, remarkable to somebody who has had to deal with this for so long. With so many writers and showrunners aware of the line, and getting right up next to it, but never crossing it.

Imagine doing a show with a queer romance and not understanding why this was received with such emotion and fervor, because it’s just two people in love right? What blissful ignorance that this needed to be explained to him! And then he listened to people’s experiences with queerbaiting, and went “Oh my god you thought I was going to do WHAT?” And then you go “Huh. That is really fucked up.” 

The problem with being told something enough, even though you know it’s wrong, is you start to believe it regardless. All the excuses and hedging. It’s so very difficult to do they tell us, when we hear from queer creators how they had fight tooth and nail to make it as gay as it already was. 

And then comes Jenks, just yeeting it out there: majority queer and (not and/or. and) POC cast, an openly non-binary person playing an openly non-binary character. The ability to not have to make one queer (and/or) POC character speak for everybody, so you can inject a tiny bit of nuance into the conversation. The way you can tell more kinds of stories, like the one where the smol angry internalized homophobe comes into his own with the support of a queer community, even though he was a giant fucking asshole to them before.

So many people were like “You can just DO that? It’s really that easy?” And wasn’t that a fucking Situation, to have that curtain pulled aside. What next? Majority POC casts with stories about POC written by POC? Absolute madness. (Please please watch The Brothers Sun on Netflix. It’s so fucking good.) 

And people will scoff and say “Of course a cishet(?) white man would be able to get this pushed through.” But do they usually? The thing I don’t think people understand about allies is they use their privilege to wedge the door open. You still have to do the work to get through, but at least you have a place to start. And it really fucking matters.

The press keeps trying to tell me The Completely Made-Up Adventures of Dick Turpin is the OFMD substitute we need while we float in the gravy basket. I’m sure it’s a perfectly fine show, but I don’t know who has watched OFMD and decided the itch we needed scratched was anachronistic historical comedy.

I want stories written by people that reflect their lived experiences, with actors and crew committed to bringing that to life. And I would like streamers and studios to commit to giving them a chance, and marketing them properly so people know they exist. 

You can keep people satisficed with scraps for only so long. At some point, somebody is going to give them a whole seven course dinner and people will wonder why they’ve been putting up with starving this entire time.

[multifandom-worlds]

Missing in Action

Genre: angst

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Suicide, mental health struggles, grief, death (in passing), violence, bullying.

Authors Note: Hi everyone! This is going to be a bit of a heavier fic. If it's to much for you to handle, that's okay! Take care of yourself. This does have a bit of a happier ending. If I missed anything in the warnings, do let me know!

Ape - Bee

Bellissima - beautiful

Tagging: @slytherins-heir @simplyholl

The Battle of Hogwarts -- one of the bloodiest battles in the Second Wizard War, and you lived to tell the harrowing tales. You were one of the lucky ones.

 A year and a half had passed since then, the castle had been rebuilt, and the dead were laid to rest. It took a year for classes to resume, but here you were again, going through the routine again with your closest friends - Draco Malfoy, who bravely fought against his parents on the side of good, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire and Regulus Black. Although things were getting back to normal, a significant part of your group was missing. Mattheo Riddle, son of the Dark Lord himself but, more importantly, your beloved, was gone. 

Mattheo was not among the survivors at the end of the war, nor was his body found within the ruined castle rubble. The professors and Ministry of Magic alike scoured the school grounds in search of anything, but nothing could be seen of him. The mystery of his disappearance deepened, with rumours of what happened to him beginning to spread. One thing all the rumours had in common was painting Mattheo as a hero - the prodigal son of the Dark Lord, standing up against him, holding off the death eaters while many students fled. He was one of the many unsung heroes of the war, his fate uncertain.

As the months progressed and nobody ever found any trace of Mattheo, the hope of his survival began to drop. First, it was the Ministry. A few months later, the professors gave up hope that he was alive. Just recently, Theo had finally given up hope that he was still alive. You heard him talking in the Great Hall about it.

“What do you lot think? Is he actually coming back?” Theo asks, his voice calm. It was not quite a whisper, but it was not his total volume. “Do you believe Matt was actually able to survive the war? Survive all the shit he endured? Are we just kidding ourselves and holding onto false hope?”

Draco shook his head, looking around for you, hoping you weren’t in earshot. “There’s no way. He could not possibly have survived. I heard that on the second anniversary, they’re going to add his name to the In Memory speech. It seems as though everyone has accepted it now, except her.”

“I’ll tell her,” Theo says dejectedly. He didn’t want to break your heart even more. “It’s best it comes from me. I don’t want her to get blindsided by the news when it happens; she already has nightmares every night about the war. Like the rest of us, she carries those scars, mental and physical. She won’t like it.” he trails off with a deep sigh, placing his head in his hands, mentally psyching himself up to go have this conversation yet again. 

He leaves the Great Hall in the direction of the Slytherin dorms. It wasn’t hard to know where you would be - you spent all your time in his bed, wearing his clothes and, in Theo’s mind, prolonging your hurt.

“You’re wrong, Theo!” You whimper, staring at your boyfriend's best friend standing at the door to his and Mattheo’s dorm. “He can’t be gone! There’s no way he's gone! We killed his father! You were the one who cast the curse!”

He opens the door of the dorm, seeing you sitting on his bed, reading your book, his pillow between your arms. “Hey, we have to talk.” He says, leaning against the doorframe. “They want to add his name to the list of students who died. I think it's time, Bellissima. I think you need to let him go. He died protecting the school, its students and you.”

Theo sighs, running his fingers through his curls. “Ape, he’s gone. There are so many places his body could be that would have been hidden. Yes, we killed his father, but that does not mean he didn’t have a hand in his death. I miss him, too. I miss him like you wouldn’t believe it, but you need to accept that he’s gone. He would want you to move on, apa.”

Your tears began to slide down your cheeks as Theo carefully sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. It didn’t take long for your whimpers to turn into full sobs as you hid your face against his chest. Words can not describe how terrible Theo felt at that moment, holding you once again as you sobbed into his chest. He wanted you to move on, to move on from all the pain and memories that place had, but until Mattheos body was recovered, he knew it was impossible. He held you as you cried, resting his chin on the top of your head, just as he has done almost nightly since the battle ended. 

Theo pulls you away from him once all your tears dried up.  “Please come for dinner, ape. The others are asking about you, and I want you to eat something, please.” He brushes your hair from your face, looking at you earnestly.

You nod softly, wiping your eyes. “O-okay. I do miss Reggie and Ferret Boy.” you chuckle at the nickname. Draco absolutely hated it, but he begrudgingly accepted it from you. “And obviously Enzo.”

Theo stands up first, taking your hand and carefully helping you to your feet, his hands on your shoulders to keep you balanced. Once you finished mentally preparing yourself, you take his arm, leave the dorm, and make your way upstairs to the Great Hall. You keep your eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Theo keeps you close; his imposing height and proclivity for fighting keep everyone away from the two of you. 

“There she is.” You could hear Draco say as you and Theo step into the Great Hall. Tentatively, you look up, meeting the eyes of your favourite ferret. He smiles, waving you over. You and Theo make your way to the Slytherin table before joining your friends. “You look good, Bee,” Draco says once you’re sitting between him and Lorenzo. 

“Fuck yeah, you do,” Enzo says next, pulling you into a side hug, and Theo rounds the table and sits across from you, beside Regulus. “I missed having my favourite Slytherin around. It’s not the same without you.”

“You see me in class every day, Enz…” You mutter, looking at him. You had no idea why they missed you because you still went to all your classes with them. “I’m still around; I don’t know what you mean?”

“I just mean...” Lorenzo begins, but a second voice interrupts him. You look up and see Cormac McLaggen standing just behind Regulus and Theo, a stupid, cocky smile plastered on his face. 

“He means your depressed ass isn’t worth being around,” Cormac says, his friends laughing at the face you were making, your eyes welling up with tears. “Fuckin’ crybaby. If you miss that cunt so much, why not join him? Just do it in front of me so I can enjoy you.” 

Within seconds of the last sound leaving Cormac’s mouth, Theo was on his feet, colliding his fist into Cormac’s nose, sending him sprawling against the empty table behind him. Before anyone realized what had happened, Theo was on him, landing punch after punch into his face. 

Regulus joins in, the two of them taking turns being Cormac’s face until he is 50 shades of black and blue. His nose bent at a noticeable angle, his eyes were actively swelling and already turning black, and his cheek caved in. Several of his fingers bent out of shape, and he most certainly had several broken ribs. He lays motionless on the table, barely conscious as Madame Pomfry and McGonagall come rushing over.

“Mr. Nott, Mr. Black, what is the meaning of this!?” McGonagall demands, looking between Cormac and the two Slytherins. 

Theo looks up at her, his lips pulled into a tight line, his whole body tense. “He called Mattheo a cunt, called his girlfriend a crybaby and told her to kill herself in front of him so he could fuck her dead body.” He stated matter of factly. He knew he was justified in his merciless beating. 

“And I meant every fucking word. She’s a depressed bitch who needs to join her” beloved” if she missed him that much” Theo, Regulus and McGonagall could hear Cormac's strained laughter after he finished speaking. 

Theo grabs him by his collars, hauling him up so their faces are inches apart. “If I hear you say anything about her or Mattheo, I will cut out your tongue with a pair of rusty scissors and watch you bleed to death. Got that, Cormac?” Theo drops him back on the table, spitting in his face before turning around and seeing you hiding your face against Draco’s jacket. 

“Detention for you both! And 50 points from Slytherin. Each.” McGonagall states, looking between Theo and Regulus before turning her attention to you. “As for you, dear. This really is not good for you; you need to accept that Mr. Riddle is no longer with us. You need to move on and focus on your academics.” 

“Excuse me…” you mutter, pushing away from Draco and running out of the Great Hall. You blink away tears as you navigate through the school. You didn’t know where you were going; you just needed to know you had to get away. Away from everyone who believed he was dead, away from everyone who told you to move on. Away from it all. 

You found yourself at the top of the Astronomy tower, looking out over the grounds of Hogwarts. You sigh, remembering all the blood and carnage that decorated the grounds years before. You look over at the Forbidden Forest, the last place you saw Mattheo alive. He saved you from a death eater’s imperious curse by casting his very own Unforgivable curse - Avada Kadavra. You didn’t even have a chance to thank him before he was snatched up and dragged away by Fenrir Greyback. The last thing you heard from him was him yelling that he loved you and that he would find you again, in this life or the next. 

You could hear a commotion below you on the grounds, but you paid it no mind. You were tired, tired of everyone telling you he was dead, tired of everyone bringing it up, tired of looking at your body in the mirror and seeing all the scars from that cursed battle on your skin, forced to relive it day after day. The PTSD was too much for you to handle, so you decided to jump, to end everything once and for all. You knew Theo and Regulus would be in detention; Draco and Enzo were probably tormenting them, so there was no one to stop you. 

You pull your robes off, folding them neatly on the ground before grabbing your phone and writing a quick note, an explanation of why you did it. You carefully place your phone on top of your robes before stepping back up to the railing, intending to throw yourself off it when your phone rings. You picked it up again, only to see Theo’s name pop up. Odd, he should be in detention right now; you decide to answer it, acutely aware it could be one of Cormac’s minions ready to continue what he started. 

“Hello…?” You answer timidly, walking back to the railing. The commotion happening below you was getting louder. Clearly, you were about to have an audience.

“Don't do it, my love. I need you!” The voice on the phone sounded too much like Mattheo, but you knew it couldn't be. He was dead; everyone believed it, and you were going to be next.

“Who are you, and why do you have Theo’s phone? He’s in detention right now.” You say, anger beginning to surge to the surface. 

“You know who I am, love. Please, please don’t. Don’t listen to Cormac, he’s a scumbag. I need you; Theo and Reggie need you. Draco and Enzo need you to. We all need you. Please, my love, don’t do it.”

Your hand grips your phone, trembling. “I'm going to do it. Cormac was right. I'm going to jump and put an end to everyone's misery.”

The voice began talking again, sounding frantic. “Please, baby. Please don't jump. I can't bear to watch my only light extinguish herself. Please, Theo's on his way to get you, but please, please step away from the railing.”

“I don't know who I'm talking to, but it's not Mattheo. I don't believe you! You're just made up, a figment of my imagination. You're not real! He’s dead, and everyone believes it! But I'm going to be joining him soon!” You step forward, swinging one leg over the railing, tears streaming down your face. 

“Mon Coeur, please….” 

You swing your other leg over the railing, looking down at the dizzying height, ready to let go, when a pair of strong arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you back to safety. 

“No! Let me go! I want to do it! I want to end it all! Please just let me join him!” You cry, fighting with whoever it was that grabbed you. 

The arms wrap tighter around you before a familiar Italian accent hits your ears. “Ape, he's alive. You were right. He's at the bottom of the stairs. Come down, come with me, and we can see him together.” 

“You're wrong, Theo! You told me he's dead! You and everyone else kept telling me he was dead and I needed to move on. Why are you tormenting me like this? Why are you doing this? Please just let me die.” You sob, fighting against Theo’s grip. 

Theo rests his chin on your head. “If you're not going to walk down these steps, I'm going to carry you down, but we are going,” he says, very matter-of-factly. You give up, knowing Theo is serious. He notices the call is still connected, so he grabs the phone from your hand and puts it to his ear. “I have her; she’s safe in my arms. We're on your way down, Matt.” 

“Oh, thank Merlin. Okay, I'll see you two soon.” Mattheo says a wave of relief washing over him. He was so thankful she believed he was still alive. If only he had gotten to you sooner, maybe you wouldn't have fallen this far into the darkness. All that mattered was he was about to see you again for the first time since the battle.

You and Theo slowly begin to descend the stairs; he has his arm wrapped securely around your waist, keeping you stable since your anxious trembling makes each stair dangerous. The closer to the bottom you got, the more your heart pounded in your chest. Theo wouldn’t lie…right? He wouldn’t pretend Mattheo was alive and the voice on the phone sounded so much like him, but it couldn’t possibly be him. You knew what Greyback was capable of; there’s no way Mattheo survived that.

You and Theo arrive at the bottom of the stairs, and there, standing right in front of you, is Mattheo - an older, more scarred and more traumatized version of Mattheo, but it is still Mattheo, your Mattheo.

You let go of Theo, nervously walking towards him. “Matty…?” You ask, gently touching his cheek. He cups your hand with his, leaning into your touch, his eyes meeting yours. You knew those soulful brown eyes anywhere; this is your Mattheo.

He smiles, taking your hand and kissing your palm, just as he always did before. “In the flesh, Mon Coeur. I missed you so much. I dreamt about you every night when I wasn’t plagued with nightmares. I was so scared you had either died or moved on, and I would never have you in my arms again, never wake up with your perfect face, never listen to you talk about everything you loved. Draco told me you never gave up hope, even when everyone else did. Thank you, baby. Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“But how…?” you question, meeting his eyes, pleading with him. “How are you still alive? E-everyone believed you died…I saw you! I saw Greyback take you! A-are you really him?” You ask, step away, your suspicions growing. This has to be some sort of prank.

Mattheo’s face fell, his smile replaced by a heartbroken frown. “I promise, I am who I say I am. What can I do to make you believe me, amour?” 

You look at him, wanting so desperately to believe. “How did you survive? Where were we, and what was the last thing you said to me?”

“We were in the forbidden forest; I told you I love you, and I would find you in this world or the next.” He smiles, seeing the doubt melt away from your eyes. “And as for how I survived. My brother. Tom.”

[hrtsgyu]

distresser — c.beomgyu x reader

w.c: 1.9k.

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff & a little angsty

summary: beomgyu always had a crush on you ever since he saw you freshmen year.. it’s now junior year and you’re still on his radar. you’ve had a few encounters with beomgyu and you find him annoying and loud, but you both have something in common that makes you think maybe he’s Okay.

a/n: it’s here!! i hope you enjoy, i spent a bit of time on this, but i hope you like it as much as i do!!! happy reading bamtori ♡

sitting in the library enjoying a bit of time to yourself and there, that loud voice coming through the hallways. could he be any louder? you sigh as his voice fades. but there! another obnoxious noise!! the bell rang and you head to third period. it’s a peaceful third period actually, since beomgyu wasn’t there to bother the teacher you got most of your work down, including a bit of homework from your other classes. the bell rang for fourth lunch and you started packing up your things when-

“what’s with the skateboard?” soobin, a new friend you made this year, asked you. “i missed the bus so i had to skate here”

“that’s so cool i didn’t know you skated!” you smile at him as you put on your messenger bag strap on your shoulder. “well you’re not the only one soobs” he walks away and you almost get the urge to skate through the hallways but thankful you didn’t.

lunch ended and as you were walking towards your locker to put your skateboard away since your fourth period teacher likes to bitch about it, you feel his presence.

“i didn’t know you skated..”beomgyu comes up from behind you.

“you don’t know anything about me.” you roll your eyes thinking to yourself just what did you do to be bothered by him.

“we could change that..” you stop by your locker to put your skateboard inside while he leans on the other locker. “i’d really rather not” you don’t even glance at him.

“cmon, you haven’t even heard my offer” he pleads slightly. “okay, what is it?” you finally turn to him, slamming your locker making him jump a little. you just wanted a little bit of peace today.

“geez did someone shit in your breakfast” he jokes given your attitude. “hurry up beomgyu..” “okay! okay.. come to the skate park with me after school, it’ll be fun i promise!” you think about his offer for a little.

“nah, it’s way too crowded after school…” he looked a little disappointed, it made you feel bad. “.. but we could go at night?” you give him a slight smile. his faces lights up and it made your heart flutter just a Bit. “yeah sure! how does 10 sound?” “sounds good i guess” the bell rings annoyingly. “okay, i’ll see you then!”

he starts walking away but still facing you. while he’s waving at you, he accidentally bumps into a teacher making you smile a bit. he sees your smile for a second before you head the other way to class. god he’s such an idiot you think to yourself without even realizing you’re smiling about this idiot.

[9:50pm]

you stop by the convenience store before heading to the skatepark. the skatepark is always open, it's almost kind of abandoned, but that just meant you could skate at any time you desired. according to your friends you don’t look like you skate but then again you only skate at night so no one can see you and you can be as loud as you want. you enjoyed the peace and quiet unlike beomgyu who always seemed to be in your ear since freshman year. you weren’t sure if you liked him, he was cute, everyone knew that you just didn’t think his extroverted and big personality would clash so well with your quiet and small personality. you always thought if you’re with the right people you could be just as loud but you have yet to find those people.

walking through the aisles you wonder what kind of snacks beomgyu likes but instead of worrying about it a lot you just pick out your favorites and just hope he would like them too.

it’s about 9:58pm and you see a figure skateboarding around.

“hey y/n!” he yells.

“shh you’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood..” you jokingly say as you get closer to one of the benches to put your snacks down.

“oh cool you brought snacks!” he gets off his board and goes through the bag.

“i didn’t know what kind of snacks you like but i hope you like em” you said while rubbing your neck.

“awww! you thought of me?” you roll your eyes at him. “i’m just kidding you know” he opens one of the snacks.

“yeah, i know.” you sit down and he sits next to you. “i totally would've never guessed you skated.” he breaks the small silence.

“well you’re not the first one to think that” you can feel him stare. you turn towards his gaze. “is there something on my face?” he chuckles “no, no you’re just cute.”

holy you’ve never blushed so hard. “pft whatever, are we gonna skate or are you just here to eat all of my snacks?” you looked away hoping he didn't see you blushing.

“alright show me what you got, nerd.”

an hour passes of the both of you joking around and showing off.

“that’s gonna hurt so bad when you wake up i swear!” you hold in a laugh

“i know!!” he holds his arm “maybe don’t try to impress someone with a trick you haven’t even learned next time !” he sits down while rolling his eyes “yeah yeah get off my dick” “just commit man” you open one of the waters you got from the convenience store.

“why’d you start skateboarding?” he asks you. “that’s a bit of a personal question” you look down. “oh im sorry i didn’t mean to pry”

“don’t worry about it.” you put the water on the ground and he starts speaking. “i started skating because i had nothing else. no one, nothing. i was alone and depressed, all i had was a board with four wheels and an abandoned skatepark… literally no one comes here anymore.” he looks around. “i know right!” you sit next to him.

“i started skating because of my mom. She taught me in middle school before she passed away during freshman year. it keeps me connected and closer to her in a way” you put the water down before giving him a half smile. “damn im sorry for your loss” he gave you a soft look.

“thanks, its getting a bit late-” “hey! what are you guys doing here!” someone yells from behind you guys. The both of you startled before seeing what's behind the flashlight.

“oh shit its a cop!” beomgyu shoots you a look. You start getting up with your snacks and start skating away as the cop gets closer. “what the fuck! wait up!” beomgyu quickly catches up with you and the cop starts running towards you guys so eagerly to give you both a trespassing ticket. the both of you sped up and headed into some bushes nearby hoping to lose the cop. “holy shit! i swear no one closes up that park” he bursts out laughing, making you laugh a little. “shh!” you try shushing him hearing the cop get closer “fuck i hate this job!” the cop turns away and starts walking back to his car.

“oh my god my heart fell when i saw his uniform” you told beomgyu “literally feel my heart its racing” you put his hand on your chest. he laughs. “were you scared? Hm?” you push him away “oh shut up” “let me walk you back home” he pulls you up with him. “skate me back home instead?” he smiles and gladly accepts.

you safely climbed up to your window without getting caught by your father. that’s when you got a message from beomgyu.

[gyu] i had fun tonight btw

[you] me too :]

[gyu] i was thinking we could watch a movie tomorrow?

you thought about his offer for a bit

[gyu] ?

[you] yeah sure pick me up at 7pm

[gyu] its a date ;)

you turned red and he wasn’t even there!

[you] friend-date?

[gyu] >:[

[you] im kidding, ill dress nice !

you turn off your phone and head to sleep and for some reason you just can’t get him out of your head.

next morning.

your father wasn’t home, how typical. you didn’t have the best relationship with your father, he was always just there and you just so happened to be there too. at least that's what it felt like anyways.

you spent the whole day getting ready for your date with beomgyu. why were you so worried? isn’t this the same boy that annoyed you constantly? yeah exactly! it’s just the boy who annoyed you constantly….. fuck why are you so nervous!!!

7pm rolls by and he texts you

[gyu] hey i’m outside!

okay! this is it you got this!

alright! you can step out now!!

step the fuck out??

[gyu] hey?

[you] yeah sorry! i’m coming out now !!

you go out the door and see him leaning on the car waiting for you.

“wow you look beautiful” he says while he pulls you into a hug.

“you don’t look so bad yourself” he opens the car door for you. “after you m’lady”

“why thank you kind sir.” you go along for the bit.

he closes your door and gets into driver side.

“what movie are we watching by the way” you ask him whiling putting on your seatbelt.

“barbie!” he excited starts driving.

the movie finished and it was time to drop you off.

“you okay?” beomgyu held your hand.

“yeah! yeah i’m fine, who would’ve thought i’d bawl my eyes out to a movie about a doll!” you laugh at yourself and he looks at you with doe eyes. “don’t do that gyu..” “do what?” “give me those cute doe eyes.” you cup his face and you guys just stare at each other. he leans in and you get a call, choosing to ignore it, you kissed beomgyu first. surprised at your actions you apologized profusely. “it’s okay! you just beat me to it!” he calms you down a bit reassuring you he was going to kiss you anyways.

“it’s time for me to go.. i really like spending time with you. the real you. not the one who acts like a fuck boy and an annoying class clown. the one who makes silly jokes and is shy about certain things, that beomgyu” he laughs at your mini speech.

“there’s not a lot of people who deserve to see that side of me. i’m sorry for all the times i’ve caused you an inconvenience.” he says quietly. “i forgive you. thank you for tonight and last night too, i hope we can spend more time together?” “definitely.” he kisses you one last time before you leave the car to go inside your house. he can’t wait to make you his.

monday

fourth lunch bell rings. beomgyu waits for you outside the classroom.

“hey y/n!” he startled you a little bit. “oh hi gyu, what’s up?” “nothing, just wanted to have lunch with you…” he starts walking with you. “okay, cmon let’s go” you held his hand as you both walk into the cafeteria.

throughout lunch you felt some stares, probably because you might’ve been laughing too loud at beomgyu’s dumbass jokes. he just makes you feel at home. this is probably the first time you could be mistaken as loud but it didn’t matter, because you were with beomgyu.

the week passes by of you and beomgyu meeting up and fooling around. it’s now saturday night. beomgyu asked to meet up by the open park to star gaze. as soon as you got there you saw him laying down on a blanket listening to one of the bands you had recommended him.

“this song is good” you said to get his attention. “yeah this really beautiful person told me about it” you blush as you lay next to him.

he asks you about your day and the both of you just talk. a healing talk. finally he sits up and you do that same.

“you know why i asked you to meet me here?” he looks at you intently. “nope, not at all.. why did you ask?” you look down shyly away from his gaze. “because i wanted to confess” he pulls your head up from your chin with his hand. “i really like you y/n… i’ve actually liked you since 9th grade. that’s why i always annoyed you, i wanted to be by your side. when i realized that wasn’t working i gave up until i saw you with the skateboard. i thought to myself, finally! something we have in common. i got your attention and now you’re all i want, i guess what i’m trying to ask is, will you be mine?” you smiled and blushed so brightly at him. “yes! of course yes!”

“really?”

“yeah!!”

he kissed your lips passionately.

“since 9th grade really?” you pulled away to ask. “yeah..” he looks down shyly. “oh you’re so cute.” you kissed him once more. “i really like you beomgyu.” “i really like you too.”

[loubouskz]

I'm used to it

mafia!bang chan x vet!reader

description: you come home to see your best friend and roommate, felix, is not home yet. not unusual...til it hit 4am. your worries were answered when you heard banging coming from the front door. only open the door and have a lot change in a short amount of time.

warnings: mafia!skz, two gun fight scenes(one major & one minor), reader has and anxiety attack & passes out, wound & blood to one character, pet names(mainly sweeheart), smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), shower sex, out in the open during oral so slight exhibition, dirty talk

wc: 6,000+

a/n: i forgot i had this in my google docs. I finished writing this month's ago and remember thinking it wasn't that good. reading it back now, I think it's pretty good, plus it's the first fanfic that has 6,000 words. but this was my first time trying to write gun/mafia...those kind of things so it may not be so good in those areas.

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coming home to an empty apartment was a common occurrence due to lee felix, my best friend and roommate, having a busy schedule at work. I too, have a busy schedule that makes me come home from 11pm to 1am, depending on what’s happening. today I came home at 12am, exhausted from working with animals all day. but this time it was strange, he didn’t text me like he usually does so I don’t worry myself out. I just thought to myself, ‘he most likely just got caught up and forgot to text.’ it happens every now and then, but it was very rare. I changed out of my nurse clothes and put on my favorite hoodie and sweats. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and watched a random movie that was on tv. 

by the time it was over with an empty bowl next to me, it was pitch black and almost 4am. I opened my phone, hoping to see a text from him. nothing. he’s never been out this late before. I quickly being to dial his number and brought it up to my ear. hearing it ring, over and over and over again, but no answer. “come on, lix. answer the phone.” I said, trying it again. still no answer. I got up from the couch and pacing back and forth. it’s not like him to just let the phone ring, he’ll either send it to voicemail or send an automatic message that he can’t talk right now..

I tried to call felix for a 3rd time, by now the clock was reading 4:23am. I would go to his work to check on him, but we share the car, since we live so close to where I work- so I walk. bang chan, the man who is a one mean workaholic. I’ve met him a few times, along with some of felix’s other co-workers. he has a cold exterior, but warms up to certain people, especially the boys that work for him. I just think his a dick, making all of them work such long godforsaken hours. a really good looking, attractive dick. him and I only got along because of felix making us. sometimes I wish I could just smack him.

I shook my head as I remembered I had his number. ‘for real emergencies only, do not call me to talk. okay sweetheart.’ I heard his voice ring in my head. I rolled my eyes and hesitantly clicked the call button, hoping he would answer. it went straight to voicemail. “what the fuck!” I said, trying not to yell too loudly as the walls of my apartment are VERY thin. I tried felix once more, before going to my room. still no answer. I let out a frustrated sigh, trying to calm myself down. maybe I could walk to his job. yeah right, its on the other side of the fucking town. that would take all day to get there. I sat on my bed and tried to call felix for the nth time, but pounding from the front door stopped me. I shot up and ran to the door, hoping it when felix.

I opened the door to a horror scene you’d see in the movies. there was felix, looking half dead, bleeding from his side with his arm slung around chan, who was covered in blood as well but seemed fine. chan had a sheer look of pain on his face as he pushed his way through me into my apartment. I backed up, not saying anything out of pure shock.

“close the goddamn door, y/n!” chan yelled as he headed to felix’s bedroom. I jumped at his voice and closed the door quickly. I ran to them and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, watching chan remove felix’s bedsheets then felix’s shirt. chan laid felix on the bed and turned to me. “don’t you have a med kit here, go get it.” chan demanded. I went to the bathroom closet and pulled out the med kit and ran back to chan. I entered the room and went over to felix, seeing the nasty open wound up close. “what happened to him?” I asked, looking at chan. 

“not the time! just patch him up fast, we have to go!" chan said, pulling out a gun from his waistband. my eyes widened, flicking back and forth from him and the gun. “chris, he needs a doctor!” I said, raising my voice at him as he tried to leave the room. he stopped in the doorway, gave me a death look for saying his other name. "do not call me that right now y/n, I’m serious. you know how to stitch right?" he said all in a hushed voice. "yeah! on animals, i'm a vet!" I said back at him.

"just hurry, stitch and patch him up! we don't have much time right now!" chan said as he exited the room. I looked down at felix and pushed his hair out of his face. “lix, did he do this to you?” i asked quietly. he shook his head, “no, he didn’t. I promise. but right now, just listen to what he says okay?” he said weakly. I nodded my head as I opened the med kit and grabbing the gloves to put on. hopefully it won’t be to much different stitching up, I prayed. I began to work on felix as quickly and carefully as I could. “I’m gonna be okay y/n. it won’t be the first time.” felix laughed out, before coughing at bit. “shh, just stay silent for now lix.” I said, looking into his eyes for a brief moment. 

chan entered the door again along with someone new, who also had a gun in his hand. “you almost done?” chan asked, coming up behind me. I nodded my head, not wanting to stop what I was doing. the new guy ran out of the room before quickly coming back. “chan, they can’t hold them off any longer. we have to go.” the guy said as I placed the patch on felix’s now closed up wound. I taped it down and sat back once I was done. “I’m finished.” I said, looking up at chan. chan looked over at the guy, “get him and take him to the car.” he said. the guy came over and picked felix up and quickly left the room. 

chan was about to leave but noticed I was still sat on the floor. he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. “come on. we gotta go, sweetheart.” he said as we rushed to the front door. he let go of my arm so I could slip back on my shoes. he opened the door and looked carefully outside and before exiting the apartment with the gun in his hands. he nodded his head for me to follow him. we went out the back staircase and down the back alley. “where are we going?” I asked, he didn’t answer me.

we were about to exit the alleyway, but as chan peeped around the corner and gunshot went off, making him jump back into me. I jumped and covered my ears with my eyes fully shut. oh, this has got to be a nightmare as I heard multiple shots start going off. I felt an arm go around my waist and pull me into them. “stay close to me.” chan whispered in my ear as he sandwiched me against the wall. wake up y/n, its all a bad dream. a very real dream. I felt my tears forming as I opened my eyes. chan carefully peeked his head out and shot his gun at whoever was shooting at us. he pulled back and looked at me, his hard stare softened as he noticed the state I was in.

“hey, you’re gonna be okay. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” he said softly. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. “please get me out of here, I feel light-headed, gonna pass out.” I whispered as I felt numbness course through my body. “stay with me, y/n.” he said, as he held my body weight. “guys where are you?” chan asked into the air. I heard a slight voice coming over something, that’s when I noticed the ear piece. another round of shots started as a screeching sound of vehicle came to a stop. chan leaned out and shot a few more times, “come on, I got them!” I heard someone say, along with shots being fired. chan pulled back and looked at me, giving me a nod. like I knew what it meant. “we’re gonna run to the car, okay sweetheart.” he said, I nodded my head the best I could.

chan pulled us away from the wall, he moved me to the right side of him. I looked straight out and saw a big black van with a side door open, with one person out shooting and another holding out his hand. “ready?” chan said, still holding me by the waist. I nodded, wanting this to all be over. don’t pass out yet y/n, get to the van first. I watched as the guy waved their hand to come on and thats when we went. “duck!” chan called out as we ran out. it felt like time went in slow motion. bullets flying everywhere, I could barely hear. I felt chan pick me up slightly and throw me in the van. I fell on the floor of the van and stayed there, not moving, not because I wanted to but because I couldn’t. I felt my mind fog up and numbness, the last thing I remember was chan looking at me before he hopped in the van.

I woke up in a room I’d never seen before. I sat up carefully, not wanting to get light-headed again. the sun was fully out now, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. maybe it was all just a bad dream and I woke up from a one night stand, I said trying to convince myself. that was short lived as chan walked into the room. “oh you’re up.” he said, holding a glass of water and a plate of food. I didn’t say anything and just stared at him. chan sighed and looked down before making his way over to me. he sat the stuff on the end table, “this is for you, minho made it. you may or may not remember him, but you met him before.” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. he turned his head to me, “how you feelin’?” he asked. I didn’t give him an answer. “okay, what do you want to know?” he asked, looking at the ground. I scooted up so my back would be against the bed frame. “all that happened last night was real.” I stated, making chan nod. “what happened? why did it happen? why did everyone have guns? I thought everyone was working? why was there a shootout at my apartment?” I asked, all the questions that flooded my brain.

chan straightened his back a bit before answering. “well to start off, everything I’m about to tell you is true. not a joke, alright?” he said. “okay.” I answered, bringing my legs to my chest, “we were working. it went bad and felix got hurt. we are in an organization called stray kids, I know you’ve heard that name before and what it’s about.” chan said, looking at the wall, his eyes dancing along the frame of the paintings in the room. he’s right, almost every other week the news had something to say about them for the last couple of years. one word kept ringing through my head. mafia. they were apart of it. my best friend felix is apart of the mafia. I could feel the air leave my lungs. “we were in a meeting but it was all a ruse, they were planing on killing us. we got split up, felix got hurt and seungmin, our med guy, wasn’t with us. I was in a panic and thought of the next person I could go to, which was you.” he said. chan turned back to me, “which was so sutpid of me because now I put you in this dangerous world that me and the boys live in.” I didn’t know what to say, it was all so overwhelming. chan stood up and fully turned to me. “what do I do?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. he sighed once more, “we have to stay here for a bit, till its safe enough for you to go back to work.” he answered, “you’ll be safe here in this house. I promised I’d keep you safe, right?” he said. I nodded at his question. “and that’s what I intend to do. now eat before your food gets to cold.” chan said before leaving the room.

I grabbed the water and chugged half of it down. I stared at the food before grabbing it. god, how long we will have to stay here, I wondered.

two months go by. a very long two months. the boys doing the busy work that they do. with nothing for me to do, I clean and help cook food, though they have stated over a hundred times that I don’t have to. “well, it helps past time.” I told hyunjin once. it started to feel like home almost, in a strange way. hanging out all together somewhere. playing games or laughing at funny stories of childhood. 

today, most of the boys were out of the house. only felix, jeongin, chan and I were ‘home’. we were all in the living room but jeongin- probably in the bathroom or something. having a normal conversation about old memories. we had gotten to the topic of crushes and dating. I had brought up to chan that felix had a crush on one of our teachers growing up, making chan laugh.

“I mean he was pretty hot though!” felix said, making me push his shoulder. “felix, remember your talking about our 9th grade history teacher!” I said with a shocked face. “okay and..” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve never made sense of why some students had crushes on their teachers.” chan said, sipping the drink he had in his hand. “thank you!” I said, looking at him. I turned back to felix, giving him a look. “well at least I’ve actually dated people and not pretend that my giant stuff animal was the love of my life.” felix said with a smirk. “you fucking bitch, you said you’d never say that in front of people.” I said, swatting him on the back of the head. “at least I don’t have a crush on lil’ binnie.” I said, mocking felix who jaw dropped to the floor. “how the fuck do you know that?” he asked. “please, it so fucking obvious. following him around, cuddle up next to him, always being the first to help- even when he doesn’t need it.” I said. “yeah, it really is, felix.” chan stated with a big grin.

“ya know, to be honest when I first hung out with you two I thought you were dating.” chan said, making us look at him with wide mouths. I turned my head back to felix and we both started laughing. “I would never date her, I like guys more than girls. I wouldn’t even kiss her to save earth.” felix said, almost falling off the couch. I couldn’t even say anything because I was laughing so hard. “what don’t like guys, y/n?” chan asked. “no, she does. just doesn’t talk to people enough to date them.” felix said, wiping away his tears.

“yeah, most of the guys I’ve talked to, were just huge dicks so. eh.” I said, looking back at chan once I had calmed down enough. he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “what chris?” I asked. he made a face and shook his head. “nothing.” he said. “oh what about you. who were your old crushes? have you even dated anyone mr. workaholic?” I sassed. chan narrowed his eyes at me as felix oo’ed at us. “she got you there chan.” felix said, chan looked at him to make him shut up. felix got up, “I’m just gonna go hang out with jeongin if I can find him. have fun.” felix said, winking at chan. felix knows something is up, that only him and chan knew. we watched as he left the room as the silence got loud. 

“to answer your question. of course I’ve had crushes, only dated once back in school.” chan said. “aw, that’s cute.” I said, putting my hand up to my chin. “you can stop with the attitude.” chan said, sitting up as he placed his arms on his knees. “and what if I don’t, what will you do chris?” I challenged, making him laugh. “you don’t want to know.” he said. the air in the room thickened as we had a stare off. “sounds like a pussy move to me.” I said, giving him a smile before standing up. I tried to leave to the room to go calm myself down. it felt so hot because of him.

“and where do you think you’re going?” he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest, which to my surprise he was standing now. he towered of me with a mean glint behind his eyes. I felt butterflies dance in my stomach. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “what? cat got your tongue sweetheart?” he asked as his other hand went on my back. “no, I can talk just fine.” I said, trying to push him away but failed. he chuckled and swayed us side to side, making my face feel warm. “you know, there is a reason why I let you call me by my other name.” chan said. yeah, he always got onto the boys for saying chris, but never towards me and I’ve always wondered why. I tilted my head to the side as he looked me. “and what’s the reason?” I asked, making him smirk and look away. 

“what were you, me, and felix just talking about?” chan asked as he placed his hands on my waist. “about our crushes. and you still haven’t talked about yours sir.” I said, poking him the chest. he laughed once more with his head back, showing off those cute dimple of his. once he was done, he just looked at me. “because I’m already talking to her.” he said, scanning my face. I froze with a shocked look on my face, jaw dropped and wide eyes. “you like me?” I asked, to which he simply nodded to. “why? I didn’t think my body type was something you like.” I said, looking down that my thick thighs and tummy fat. “I don’t care about you weight, I just like you. why does anybody like anybody? but I’ve liked you since I’ve gotten to know you, especially since we’ve been here.” chan said, bringing his hand up to my cheek. somewhat I leaned into his touch and smiled. “well good thing I like you too.” I said, making him smile even more. he leaned in but stopped halfway. “can I kiss you?” he asked. “please do.” I said.

then his lips were on mine, instantly making me feel twists in my stomach. I could taste the bitterness of his drink on his lips- which had cracks but still were super soft. I pushed my hands to his neck and gripped his hair. chan moaned into my mouth at the feeling, pulling me as close to him as he could. I felt his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting to get in my mouth. when I didn’t let him, his hands slid down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I gasped, making his tongue enter between my lips. his tongue exploring everywhere it could, while fighting my tongue for dominance. he pulled away, kissing the side of on left jaw, down to my neck.

“god, I’ve wanted to touch and taste you for so long now.” chan groaned out, sucking and biting harshly at my neck. “chris.” I moaned out quietly, bringing one hand down back to his chest to grip his shirt. he slowly brought his hands up, dragging my shirt with it. I shivered as his cold hands touched my warm back. he kissed my collarbone before bringing his now red lips back to mine. he pulled away and made eye contact with blown out eyes filled with lust. I leaned into his neck and started doing the same thing he did to me. “shit.” he said as he brought one hand to the back of my head. 

after feeling up each other, I trailed my kisses back up to his lips. “I want you. so bad.” he said into the kiss. “have me then.” I whispered. he instantly grabbed the back of my thighs and laid me down on the couch. he hooked his fingers under my shirt and pushed my shirt above of boobs. he moaned, kissing down my chest to the hem on my pants. he quickly unbuttoned them and started to slowly pulled them down, along with my underwear. once they were off, he brought his hand to my core. rubbing firm slow circles around my clit, before dragging one finger down to my entrance. he pushed a finger into me, watching my reaction to make sure I liked it, slowly leaning his head down.

“please don’t go so slow, chris.” I said, pushing my hand through his hair and slightly pulling at it. he chuckled as his lips came in contact with my clit, while thrusting a second finger into me. I moaned as he picked up the pace, feeling him curl his fingers. I clenched around his fingers every time he brought his tongue to my clit. “fuck channie.” I moaned out. chan quickly gently slapped my inner thigh with his free hand, making it jiggle. “I only want to hear chris come out of your pretty lips, got it.” he said as he curled his fingers, finally finding my g-spot. “yes chris. fuck!” I moaned out loud as I gripped the side of the couch tightly, he smirked and continued his work on my body.

“I want you to cum for me sweetheart.” he said, leaving love bites on my inner thighs. I arched my back, feeling the pressure of my high getting closer and closer. “harder chris.” I said, pulling his head back to my clit. he laughed as he licked my clit again. I groaned as he put more pressure into his thrusts, keeping it at the same speed. “come on babygirl, I know you want to cum so bad. cum for me baby.” he said, dragging his tongue around my clit. i felt the knot brust hard and my mind go fuzzy as I chanted his name like a song. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue into me, making me clamp my big thighs around his head. chan just continued, lapping up all my juices as he hands came to my thighs to hold and caress them. “god, I love your cunt.” he said in a deep aussie accent. I whined as he licked up to my clit. 

he climbed over me and kissed me again, making me taste myself. “do you think you can handle more?” he asked, as he held my hand that was close to him. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him even more. I knew I was never going to get enough of him. 

he pulled away to pull off his shirt but was interrupted by his phone ringing in his back pocket. “shit.” he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone. he answered the call and watched his face turn cold fast. chan stood up and walked to the other side of the room so I wouldn’t hear the call. I sat up and watched him. either the boys who were out got into some trouble or something really bad happened…or about to happen. “okay.” chan said, before quickly ending the call. “get your pants on, go to my room, and do not leave unless me or one of the boys come get you.” chan said, pointing to me before going to the base of the stairs calling out to jeongin and felix. 

I got up and pulled my pants back up around my legs. 

“what’s going on?” felix asked as they ran down the stairs. I stood beside the three of them. “the rest were on their way back and noticed a car following them too late. they’ll be here in 2 minutes.” chan said, as they walked to the door. jeongin ran to the meeting room and grabbed the three of them guns. as I started up the stairs, I turned around. “what if something happens to me if I alone in the house?” I called out. chan had already opened the front door and was about to walk out. “go, I’ll be out there shortly.” he told the boys. chan jogged back to me as I started up the stairs again. 

we entered his room, I stopped in the center of the room as he went to his dresser. he bent down and opened the bottom drawer. “come here.” he said as he pulled out two items. I walked over to him, watched as he showed me both. a knife and a gun. “keep both on you, you can use either one.” he said, putting the knife with its sheath on my body first. once it was clipped, he showed me the gun. “it should have three bullets in it, the safety is on.” he said, explaining quickly to me how to use it properly. “hopefully you won’t have to use either.” he said, standing up and handing me the gun. chan kissed my lips before leaving the room. “lock the door behind me and remember do not let anyone in unless it me or the boys.” he said as he closed the door. I ran over and locked th door and turned around to look at his room. then I heard the first round of shot go. I slid down the door and sighed, it’s going be a long late afternoon.

and I was right about my words. the sun was already fully down by the time the other gang had backed off. I stood up when the shooting had stopped and placed the gun and blade on the dresser. I walked over to chan’s bed and sat down. waiting for the boys to come in. I heard the door slam closed and chan’s loud voice letting them what to do. 

“lee know. changbin. take him downstairs. everyone else check the area, keep sure their gone. once that is done, y’all can get cleaned up and do whatever.” I heard him say as he voiced got louder. I stood up and walked over to the door as chan knocked on the door. he entered the room and quickly started removing his shirt, throwing it in the corner.

“you okay?” I asked, watching him closely. he unbutton his pants, sliding them down his legs. “yeah, I’m fine,” he said, turning to me. I’m sure he could see the blush on my cheeks as I tried to look away so I won’t stare at him or his dick print. he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. bringing his face close to the right side of my face. “join me in the shower?” he asked right in my ear, smirking as he felt me shiver. I nodded as he squeezed my hips. he grabbed my hands and brought me along with him to the bathroom that was in his room.

the shower was running, fog surrounding the closed off room. we weren’t in the shower yet. chan has lifted me up and placed me on the counter, lips meeting mine. he hands going under my shirt, groaning at how soft my skin felt. the room just making us feel even hotter and more needy for each other. chan quickly pulled my shirt over my head, kissing down my chest. he tapped on my thighs, “lift your hips baby.” he said, wanting to pull off my pants and underwear. I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips back to mine.

I used my other hand to lightly scratch down his chest. down to his crotch, grabbing it firmly. “fuck baby. get on your knees, I want you to suck me off.” he said, pulling down his underwear. I hopped off the counter and sat right in front of his already half-hard cock. I would say he was a little above average in length and slender. I felt myself clench as I took him in my hand. he groaned as he threw his head back. I took him in my mouth, using as far as I could go. I hollowed out my cheeks as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue each time I pulled back. “shit, who taught you to suck dick like a slut?” he asked, grabbing my hair. I moaned around him as he guided my head faster on his cock a few times before pulling me off.

he held out his hand and helped me off the ground. once I was standing with him, I turned around so he could take off my bra. his hands, slowly went up my hips. to my waist. my back straightened up as I felt his fingers. up and up before taking his time unhooking my bra. he kissed my shoulder before looking at me through the mirror. “let’s get in the shower babygirl.” he said.

I sighed as I felt the warm water hit my skin, feeling relaxed already. chan turned me to face him and leaned down to kiss me. “I need you.” he said, lips never leaving mine. I putting my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and pressed me to the cold shower wall. shivers went down my back. “put me down you’re going to hurt yourself trying to hold me.” I said as I wrapped my thighs around his hips. “no, I want you to take my cock like this.” he said, taking hold of his cock and pushing inside me.

we both moan at the feeling. “I know you can take my cock like a big girl.” chan groaned out and he started thrusting his hips ups. “oh chris!” I moaned out. the sound of skin slapping together, slicened by the water. chan groaned in my ear, kissing my neck. I leaned my head back, loving the feeling of how his cock was hitting deep inside me. 

“fuck, you’re so tight around me.” he said, moving my body up and down to meet his thrusts. I cried out as I felt my high approaching. “talk to me baby, how good am I making you feel?” he asked, bringing his head to mine. I opened my eyes, that I didn’t know were closed until I met his. “you���re making me feel s’good chris. I love how deep you are. god, I’m gonna cum!” I said, clawing it his back. he hissed the the feeling, bringing his hand down to my clit. “be a good girl for me a cum.” he said. I felt my orgasm rip my body, he held on to me tightly as my legs unraveled. 

he thrusted a few more times, before taking me off him and placing my feet on the ground. with an arm around my waist, he jerked himself off. cumming over my stomach and thighs. “shit.” he moaned. I leaned up and kissed him again, wanting to feel his lips. i pulled away a little bit, lips hovering of his. 

“does this mean I stay here? with you and the boys? because I wouldn’t mind helping seungmin, being his assistant.” I said, he laughed. “you’re stuck with us baby.” he said with a smirk, kissing my lips once more. “I’m already used to it.” I mumbled, racking my hands up his chest.

“okay let’s hurry and get cleaned up.” chan whispered, as he felt the water turning cold.

after the shower, we took our time getting dressed. chan threw on a shirt and some sweats. I slipped on a shirt of his and a [aor of leggings. “let’s head downstairs.” chan said, walking to the door. I followed him out the door and made our way downstairs. all the boys were sitting around, watching a disney movie with a few of them holding beers in their hands. “oh wow, manly men watching a very manly movie.” I said, sitting next to felix. “yes, moana is a very manly disney movie y/n.” jisung said, rolling his eyes as everyone laughed. “where’s minho?” chan asked, looking around the room. “he’s making dinner.” seungmin said, pointing to the kitchen. “alright.” chan said as he made his way to sit next to jeongin. 

felix leaned close to me and in a hushed voice, “so how’d it go?” felix asked. “how did what go lix?” I asked. “did chan not tell you?” felix asked, looking at chan then back to me. I wanted to laugh, but kept it in. “tell me what?” I said, tilting my head at him. “guys shush, my favorite song is coming on!” hyunjin whined as the song started to play. I glanced at chan, who was already looking at me and smiled before looking at the tv. tamatoa was singing shiny. I leaned back and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

“dinner is ready.” minho called out from the kitchen as the movie was ending. the boys cheered as we all got up and headed towards to delicious smelling food. “I’m so hungry.” jeongin said. the boys agreeing and being loud. chan waited for them to walk past and waited for me to catch up. chan gave me a wink then continued to walk the kitchen with me by his side. half the boys already sat down and quickly making plates. felix glanced at us before looking back at the food. he paused and snapped his head back to us and smiled brightly. “chan got something to tell us!” felix said, basically jumping in his seat. I made my way to an open chair and sat down with blush on my cheeks. everyone’s heads turned towards chan as he just laughed and shook his head. chan sat down next to changbin across the table and a few seats down from where I was.

dinner was passing with ease. drinking, eating, laughing. chan and I shared several looks to each other. “something’s going on between y/n and chan.” jeongin said out of no where and everyone stop what they were doing and look at the both of us. “I knew something happened!” felix said, putting down his chopsticks. “and why do you say that jeongin?” chan asked, not lifting his head from his  food but eyes staring at jeongin. “because I saw you two in the living room. I came down to grab a bottle of water and saw something…happening.” jeongin said with a big smirk. my and everyone’s jaws dropped, but felix who jumped up from his seat. “you finally said your feeling to her!” he said excitedly. “alright, yes I did. now hush.” chan said, leaning back in his seat. “wow, chan’s got a girl now, didn’t think he would get one first.” hyunjin said. “congrats old man.” seungmin said, making everyone laugh. “okay I’m done with dinner.” chan said with a big smile. chan got up and started walking away. he stopped at the door and turned back to everyone and locked eyes with me. “you coming sweetheart?” chan asked. “yeah I am.” I answered, standing up and meeting him at the door. chan leaned down and kissed my lips, making the boys go wild again as we walked away laughing.

yeah, I’m already used to it.

[personwhowrites]

hii, could you write a fanfic about ghost patching the injured reader up? i love ur writing<33

Absolutely! Sorry if it’s short or it seems to be mixed up. I doze off in half of this and fell asleep in the last couple minutes of writing this. Thank you so much for reading and requesting! Again I apologize for it being short and probably all over the place.

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Injuries

They were common in your field. Common in a daily life of a human, small or big. We all have them. Yet when you look at your injured leg it made you panic. Soon the panic went away as you heard a husky British voice over the radio.

“Y/n. What’s your status?” The voice says making you grab the radio. “Y/n do you copy?”

“I’m okay, no injures.” You respond looking down at your leg. Multiple bullet engage in your thigh. “Eliminate the target..”

“Good.” The voice responds making you feel calm. “Location?”

“West building lieutenant..” You respond taking a deep breath and standing up. “Civilians are safe..”

No response, you bite your lip and stare at your thigh. It hurt to stand, move and walk, yet you pushed yourself to move. It wasn’t long until the person arrived. Announcing his presence.

“It’s ghost! Don’t fucking shoot me.” They said making you panic more. “Y/n! Where are you, the helicopter gets here in ten and we need to head to the location.”

“I’m here!” You say quickly pushing all the pain back. “Coming!”

He walked over to the sound of your voice. Seeing some blood on the floor as he made his way over to you. He stopped seeing you walking..well limping over to him. He quickly examined your body.

“You’re bloody injured aren’t you?” Ghost says making you stop dead in your tracks. “Why did you lie.”

“I’m not sir?” You ser nervous, his eyes glaring at you. It hurt you badly. “..I’m tired..”

He quickly pins you to wall alarming you. Ghost pushes all his body weight onto you and stares at you. A cold blank stare, you give him a nervous smile.

“..So you wouldn’t mind in I pressed my knee on your injury.” He says pressing his knee on your thigh. You give out a small cry and squirm under him. “Why lie about it rookie.”

“It’s not a big d—“you say as he presses his knee harder. You let out a painful cry making him stop. “Sorry! Okay! I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal!”

“It wouldn’t be a big deal to lose your leg too right?” He says moving away from you, his right knee now stained with your blood. “Get on my back.”

“What?” You say confused and worried. “I can w—“

“Order.” He says again making you shiver. “I don’t got all damn day.”

You laugh softly thinking his joking, but he isn’t. You quickly go behind him, he squats slightly down and sighs.

—

By the time you arrive at the helicopter you see Price waiting there. Face expression turns shock seeing you on Ghost back, holding into dear life. Ghost sets you down on a seat and sits next to you, Price looks at the two of you and shakes his head.

“We need a medic for her.” Ghost says before price can ask anything. “Dumb fuck thought it was okay to lie about not being injured.”

“I thought it wouldn’t be bad!” You respond shaking your head. “It’s just some bullets.”

The helicopter started moving. Your mind doze off as Price and Ghost chatted about the mission. The ride back to the base was fast and simple, the helicopter landed and Ghost got out. He stare at you for a moment and turned around.

“Are you coming yet?” He says again making you freeze in your seat. “I don’t got all damn day to take you to the medic.”

You give an awkward laugh and get out the helicopter. Price following along too, he stare at the two of you. An intense pressure on your thigh made you quickly fall to ground. Ghost lucky catches you and stares at you, Soap and Gaz made their way over and stopped too. Seeing you in Ghost arms, a worried look in his eyes. His body stiff, Soap finally cough breaking the tension between you and Ghost.

“You injured Bonnie?” Soap asks looking at your leg. “..Wow okay you’re really injured.”

“I’m fine! It’s just some wounds.” You say moving away from Ghost arms. “I swear.”

“Y/n, go to medic I don’t want you losing more blood.” Price says making you jump out of your skin. “When you’re done come back to my office. I want to discuss something with you.”

“Yes captain..” You mumble watching him walk away. Gaz follows after him, like a lost puppy. “..Price is scary sometimes..”

“It’s because he cares about us.” Soap says walking over. “I’ll take you to th—“

“I’ll take her.” Ghost says picking you up, and placing you over his shoulder. “See you Johnny.”

Soap remains silent and stares at you. You stare at him back, a slight stare for help. Which he completely ignores as Ghost takes you away.

Entering the base people whisper and point at the two of you. Who wouldn’t? Ghost had you over his shoulder as if you were a bag of potato’s. He passes the medical field and walk straight to his room. You question it immediately as he shuts the door and sets you down on his bed.

“The medic was that way..” You say as he walks over to his bag. “Ghost, I need a m—“

“I’m classified as one.” He mumbled grabbing bandages, a steel plate with medical tools and rubbing alcohol. “Don’t trust me?”

“I do sir, but maybe a doc—“ you say stopping seeing his hand shake gently. “..I.. uh never mind..”

“Take your pants off.” He says waking over and pulling a chair with him. “Aren’t you listening?”

You stare at him, he couldn’t actually just be serious. Saying it like it wasn’t some sort of big deal. You give him an awkward smile and he sighs.

“Put my blanket over you if you really feel uncomfortable.” He says setting the steel plate next to you. “Hurry up.”

He turns away to give you privacy. You bite your lip and sigh, soon pulling your pants down to your knees. It would be a weird sight to anyone who walked into the room. You sat down again on the bed and look at your thigh. Three bullet wounds.

“There..” You say softly, he quickly turns around and stares at you. “Sir?”

“Just three, not bad.” He says sitting down. “This will hurt.”

Without warning he takes the alcohol bottle and pours some of it on your wounds. You give out a yelp and try to get up. He holds you down, holding your thighs. You whimper to the burning sensation on your wounds. He immediately gets to work, taking out the bullets and placing them on the steel plate. He stares at your thighs for a moment.

“Ghost?” You say making him react again. “Are y—“

“..Shut up.” He responds grabbing a needle and thread. “Hold still.”

You nod and cry out as he passes the needle through your skin. His quick to it. Soon he gently lifts your leg up and bandages it. His gentle and slow, enjoying each time his hand brushes against your skin. You remain still as he finishes up and stares at your thigh. He could be admiring his work, or something else.

“..Thank you..” You say softly making him look up. “..Sorry I lied s—“

He pulls his mask off and stares at you. A long stare, he soon pulls himself to you. His hands on yours as he leans down, lips inches from each other.

“Lie.. again and I’ll make sure to make the process painful..” He hums softly, making your whole body quiver. “Understand?”

You nod and he moves away. You can’t look at him, it felt so strange seeing him without his mask. You weren’t used to it. He gets up from the chair and stares at you for a moment.

“..You can pull your pants back up.”He says making your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. “Don’t forget to see Price.”

“Right!” You say standing up and pulling your pants back up. “Thank you ag—“

He grabs your face and forcefully places a kiss on your lips. His hand on your head as he closes his eyes. You don’t pull away, you do the quite the opposite. You give into the sloppy melting kiss, your hands on his chest as he pulls away. Panting he stares at you and starts kissing you again giving no time to catch his own breath or yours.

Soap opens the door and gasps. You and Ghost immediately pull away from each other and he quickly puts his mask on.

“Holy fuck!” Soap yells making Gaz come in the room with him. “There is no way I just saw that.”

“Saw what?” Gaz says confuse looking at you and Ghost. “I don’t see anything.”

“They were making out!” Soap yells making you hide your face behind Ghost. “Anyways, price is waiting for you y/n.”

“..Right!” You say moving away from Ghost. “Bye!”

You quickly push past Soap and Gaz. Ghost remains silent as soap starts questioning everything he ever knew about ghost. You stop and touch your lips, his kiss was passionate. You shake your head and look back, seeing Ghost looking over at you. With the most calm eyes he has given you. You smile and soon hurry off to see Price.

[cienie-isengardu]

Hot take: It's okay that Bi-Han doesn't like Tomas. He doesn't have to see him as family or like him.

By the addition of “Hot take” I assume this is not something that fandom at large figured out by themselves yet. Can’t say I’m surprised though. Yes, it is okay for Bi-Han to not like or see Tomas as family, as no one can be - nor should be - forced to like anyone just because others (adults) expect it. That alone doesn’t make Bi-Han an evil person, even if Tomas feels rejected in the process, as each person will define what makes one a family differently. 

Their brotherhood was forced on both, as none had any say in Grandmaster’s decision to adopt the orphaned and traumatized boy (how they adapted to the situation is another matter and so far, we know more about Smoke’s process of adaptation than Bi-Han’s). We know only small bits of what happened that significant day, but so far sources - the way the informations are phased at least - feel to me like the Grandmaster adopted the boy less for Tomas’ sake and more to smother his own guilt 

[...] Having accidentally trespassed onto Lin Kuei lands, they were attacked. Smoke was orphaned. Ashamed by his warriors' actions, the Lin Kuei's Grandmaster adopted Smoke. He raised him alongside his sons, Sub-Zero and Scorpion. [Smoke’s BIO]

and/or to save his honor:

Kitana: "You are Kuai Liang's adopted brother?" Smoke: "His father's honor demanded that he take me in." 

So this is not a situation as if Bi-Han urged father to give him another younger brother and dad complied to make his son happy but once he brought the orphaned Tomas, Bi-Han decided nope, I change my mind and from on I will act as a spoiled brat that didn’t get what he wanted. Tomas did not choose to be orphaned nor to be adopted (as he himself admitted he did not think being taken in by Lin Kuei was anything good for him at that time), the same as Bi-Han was not asked by Grandmaster for approval (and even if he was, his objection apparently wasn’t taken into account as Grandmaster still adopted Tomas).

Smoke: "Father wanted us to be brothers." Sub Zero: "Yet another of the old man's foolish dreams." 

Note this: father wanted. Not hoped they will eventually find a common ground despite the not the best circumstances. He wanted to save honor. He wanted them to be brothers. Again, not sounding as taking into account what the kids wished for or needed and who knows, maybe Grandmaster wanted it so much, he pushed too hard to get the most comfortable solution for his own conscience - except Bi-Han simply never clicked with Tomas, whatever due to incompatible personalities or factors beyond their good will? I presume they all were still enough young when Tomas was brought into picture, but if Bi-Han is the eldest out of them three, then he could had his own duties that simply didn’t give him enough time to bond with the (culturally and ethically) different kid the way Kuai Liang did, again presumably, as closer in age to Tomas. 

But even if Bi-Han simply didn’t like Tomas, then it is still okay, because people can’t be forced to love or like others. Not liking someone though doesn’t give anyone the right to act disrespectful - yet so far, we only heard he was cold to Tomas but that does not necessary mean being intentionally cruel either. A human can be polite and still come off as emotionally cold (and let’s not forget that people can also be naturally introverts or fall into the autism/asocial disorders spectrum that makes it difficult to establish good relationships with strangers. We are familiar with MK1 Bi-Han for what? Maybe twenty minutes of story mode and through intro-dialogues that only gives us a sense of who he is at this point. We don’t even have an idea if cryomancer genes affect his perception of the world or behavior). 

Bi-Han as an adult person seems to come to terms with the situation to some extent and got used to the idea of an additional brother - his and Tomas relationship is tense and complicated but it is now tainted by their conscious choices, however in the past, if Bi-Han didn’t like Tomas for whatever understandable or petty reason, no one can demand from a kid to act as an adult and control/smooth their own emotions to solve the problem adults created in the first place. The whole situation wasn’t fair to Tomas and so wasn’t to Bi-Han either. 

Would it be sad to learn that Bi-Han has never liked Tomas or never come to love him the way he loved his biological brother? Yes. But not liking someone or not considering someone a family member is not a crime itself and is not an indication of being inherently evil. Be it fictional characters or real human beings, people sometimes simply don't like each other and they have the right to feel that way. Not liking each other though does not mean anyone is allowed to abuse or disrespect others, just to be clear here.

I like to think this should be obvious, but knowing fandom, it may indeed be the hot take.

[damianbugs]

please share your dick and bruce fic recs, both sad and fun stuff

–someone who thinks about them a normal amount

OHHH my friend my dearest friend i will totally share the best most crazy brainworm inducing bruce and dick fics i have ever read. i wish i was exaggerating when i say this dynamic changed me as a person, but it is the truth i fear. THE troubled father and son blueprint.

DICK AND BRUCE FIC RECS ON AO3

a pointless resistance by emavee

It starts with a news report running in the background of a greasy little diner, but it ends with Dick dead. Except, it doesn't stop there. It keeps on ending, over and over. Bruce's son keeps dying, and nothing he does seems to make any sort of difference.

MY NOTES: whenever i stumble upon an emotionally repressed individual i imagine a little cartoon person in my head shouting SEND HIM TO THE TIME LOOP because it truly does fix all problems. wonderful bruce and dick writing and the dialogue was so real to me i have tears in my eyes just thinking about it. it is also set during the robin jason era!

Making Time by CaptainOzone

Bruce does not remember anything leading up to this moment. He does not remember teaming up with Superman recently, nor does he remember being anywhere but Gotham proper. He does remember having Robin at his side. Robin, it turns out, is not there any longer. God does he hate magic.

MY NOTES: you'll notice a common theme with these recs and that is bruce needs to be having a horrible time and then is forced to confront his emotions and express them accordingly to dick. there is something very bittersweet about this yet it was handled so wonderfully. again, tears in my eyes.

Catch and Release by snackbaskets

There's a tradition among the family: when in danger, you grab the smallest Robin and hang on tight. But like all traditions, this one had to start somewhere, right? Alternately: three times Dick bodily attacks his father (with love)

MY NOTES: ohhh i think about the last part of this fic like all the time. something so sweet and precious about it to me. such a fun and comforting read.

Afraid of the Dark by WrongLeverKronk

The wind whispered outside his window and the dim moon failed to provide comfort. He was embarrassed. Richard Grayson sat on his bed, above the covers, with his arms wrapped firmly around his knees that were tucked against his chest. He thought everything would be fine when he parted from his friends for the evening, that his confidence would follow him in solitary. He regretted parting as soon as he turned out the lights in his bedroom and became enclosed by the eerie atmosphere. (Or: the aftermath of the episode in which Robin hallucinates Slade. He calls Batman)

MY NOTES: can u hear the sounds of me screaming crying sobbing. one of my first ever dick and bruce fics. fun fact i have never watched teen titans but watched this episode specifically just for fun and then read this and now it is seared permanently into my mind forever. anyways read this.

in the dark of the night by fanfictiongreenirises

“I already have a dad, y’know? So you don’t have to be my new dad. I don’t really want you to be my dad, anyway. We can be friends. Partners.” Bruce seems to sigh in relief, having stiffened up halfway through Dick’s speech. “Friends and partners, then.” And they were in agreement. Bruce and Dick and a series of steps and leaps and jumps.

MY NOTES: sometimes im okay and then i remember how many times dc COULD have made bruce adopt dick and DIDNT because they SUCK and so this fic is here to warm the hearts of all those who need it. so lovely.

After the Wake by nighhtwing (divineauthor)

Fathers should not bury their children. —•— When Jason dies, Dick comes home, and Bruce muses on being a parent.

MY NOTES: a shorter one, but man does it pack a real punch to the heart. i find bruce and dicks dynamic immediately after jasons death the most fascinating and this was a wonderful spin on it!

You Are My Reflection (As I Am Yours) by Fairy527

A rope snaps. A collective scream echoes in the tent. (A threatening low voice. A sinister metallic click.) The Flying Graysons fall, and Bruce is sent back to that fateful night in Crime Alley

MY NOTES: clutches my heart screaming OHH. OH THE PARALLELS. there is just something so personal about the night the graysons fell and the night the waynes died being referenced with one another AND THIS GOT IT SOOO WELL. tears. tears forever.

i can't promise (it's not written in the stars) by konan_konan

Batman is following him, surely, but he’s smaller and faster and he’s not going to let someone take him and lock him up again. Wayne Manor, he’s learned, is just another kind of prison. It may be big and fancy but it is also empty and cold and he’s not going back. Tony Zucco dies tonight, he tells himself. It is the only thing that matters. or: dick loses two soulmates, and gains three.

MY NOTES: oh this fic. i need a moment. soulmate aus can be a real hit or miss sometimes but the way it was portrayed in this literally surpasses all expectation it was just SO GOOD. the dick introspection is honestly one of my favourites like. ever.

In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch

There was a new vigilante in his city: a man who smiled too much and talked too loud and knew his way around a fight a little too well. Bruce wasn't bothered by his antics. Except the man also seemed to know a little too much about him. Who was this Nightwing, anyway? ------ OR: Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham.

MY NOTES: here it is. my favourite bruce and dick fic of all time forever and ever. im so serious. the tears are not in my eyes because they are streaming down my face. the idea of battinson with a robin was lovely and now that this gives us battinson with NIGHTWING i am just inconsolable. MUST READ.

[riveracheron]

on lena, jon, and free will.

okay. okay okay okay.

ive been mulling this over for a while because lena kelley is my number 1 blorbo and seeing her being compared to elias confuses me? because i think, from what we know - she's more of a foil to season 4 jon. a jon, who elias successfully turned into *his* archivist. where jon has kept his free will and humanity and rebelled against elias, lena has not. lena is fully subservient.

i think her job, as a middle manager - is more comperable to the archivist position, first of all. she seems to have people above her; and we are seeing her from the perspective of her assistants. alice, gwen and sam are not the jon looking at elias, they're more of the tim/sasha/martin, looking at jon.

there's a definite shift in what we hear from younger lena in the video and who she is now - she's much more terse, stalwart and well. boring; we har so much more genuine emotion from her even in the few snippets of the video we have. Something must have changed between them; she barely even blinks with Gwen's blackmail where she was on the verge of tears on the video. almost as if something happened to shut her down between the events. she seems to shrug off any mention of her “masters” as if they are common knowledge; yet backs off and balks when her position is threatened. i’m guessing it’s safe to say that she’s okay with her position under whoever it is; even desperate to protect it.

contrast this with jon; who was in a similar position as the younger Lena on the video; terrified and angry of what Elias had in store for him, yet feeling his influence all of the same. elias could call for him and he would answer; unwillingly, yes- but he would.

however, in the end, jon chooses to rebel. chooses to break away from the Institute and kill his old boss, whereas lena balks. completely submits herself, mind, body and soul to the corporation that made her.

we don’t know if lena is an avatar or anything, but i think she’s more comparable to an archivist who was successfully molded into Elias’ little loyal eye sentry, than Elias himself.

time will tell if she has a s5 jon moment or not, though.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

hi! I really liked the face bonking of the child reader XD do you think you could do the same prompt with other characters?

-You were running around in the backyard, burning off some energy before lunch, that way you would knock out for your nap afterwards. Your adoptive family turned it into a game for you, that you had to run around so you can get extra hungry for lunch.

-Once back inside, you beamed, seeing one of your favorite people with their back to you, talking to Brunnhilde. (All of your family members were your favorite!)

-You approached from behind, paying no attention to their conversation as (Favorite character) got a bit animated, talking with his hands and you couldn’t even blink as his hand swung back, bonking you in the nose, sending you to your rear.

-Everything froze.

Hercules- He was instantly kneeling, having pulled you into his arms, “Y/N!” you were stunned, not sure if you were hurt yet or not as he was quickly checking you over for any injuries, wanting to make sure he didn’t accidentally break anything. You instantly beamed up at him, like nothing had happened, “Hercules! Will you have lunch with me? Then can we go to the park and see the ducks?” He exhaled deeply, hearing the most common questions from you, as you loved going to the park to see your duck friends. Brunnhilde calmed as well as Hercules stood, carrying you over to set you in your chair before she got your lunch. Everything seemed calm until you made a sound and they looked down at you, seeing your nose bleeding. PANIC!!

-Loki- As soon as he turned he had you in his arms, spinning you around, “Are you sneaking up on me? Have I been rubbing off on you?!” he was quick to get you squealing in delight, forgetting the slight pain in your nose, which made both him and Brunnhilde relax, seeing that you were laughing and that you seemed fine. Once you were set down in your chair, Loki did check your nose, finding it just a bit red, but nothing else out of place. He ruffled your hair lightly before he leaned over, whispering, “Since you want to pull pranks now, want to help me pull some pranks?” Before you could answer Brunnhilde grabbed Loki’s head, making him squeak and turn to look at her with a weak smile as she spoke, “Don’t you dare!” Loki whined to Brunnhilde, begging for just a bit of leeway while you continued to enjoy your lunch.

-Kojiro- He instantly turned and saw you on the ground, stunned as you had been surprised, but tears quickly welled as you had gotten scared. Kojiro quickly kneeled, “Oh Y/N, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you. Here- let me see.” He helped you up as tears fell down your cheeks in steady streams. You weren’t hurt, you had been taken by surprise more than anything, you had gotten scared. He gently touched your nose and you didn’t react at all, sniffling afterwards as he smiled, pulling his sleeve up to wipe your tears, “There now, you’re okay. I guess you got taken by surprise, huh?” you nodded before lifting up your arms and he instantly picked you up, pulling you to him and you gave each other a big hug. Brunnhilde calmed, seeing you were okay before she smiled, “Come on you two, lunch time.” You turned your head with a bright smile, cheering for food, showing them you were back to your old self as they both joined you as well.

[willakk]

I’m so excited to share my Ecto-Implosion 2023 (@ecto-implosion)piece! I worked with a fantastic artist, The Spirits Demise, to create this story where Danny gets to go to space (space!).

Here is a link to Spirits' Art! It's so good! Please, please give it love!

Here’s chapter 1 for now!:

They were still  waiting for Daniel Fenton, Louisa “Lewis” Rivera realized with a frustrated sigh. It had been ten minutes of the entire team, minus Daniel, mind you, waiting to start the United Nations livestream in their self claimed Aphrodite I meeting and lounging room. Well, the segment that was important to them would talk all about them and their mission wouldn’t even start for another ten minutes, but that was beside the point. Daniel’s – she refused to call him by his nickname of “Danny”, as their friendship had not reached that level yet – punctuality always caused her to wonder how he was even selected for the team. Okay, that is not entirely true. She knew why: he’s an exceptional team worker, always has high craftsmanship and attention to detail, got along just splendidly with everyone, and, in general, was immensely qualified for the job. It’s just, that it’s hard to have a good image of someone when the first time Lewis met them he was twenty minutes late to the meeting and then  accidentally  broke a thousand dollar machine in front of her eyes. While he did fix it all by himself later, that’s beyond the point she’s trying to make. They’d got off on the wrong foot and now it was hard for her to  not  see all the minuscule flaws with Daniel.

But, aside from all of this, they really needed to start the livestream. It was at that moment Matt Sumner tried to tell her something, but she was so stuck in her thoughts that she missed it.  That’s something that I need to work on before we’re in space. Wouldn’t want that to happen at an inopportune time.  Lewis thought. She looked over to Matt, the multitalented pilot and engineer who was the commander of their team. “Sorry, what did you say?” she asked.

“We are all ready to start the United Nations live stream, so I was just going to ask if you were ready. I know Danny’s not here yet, but he’ll probably get here any moment now, and we don’t want to miss out on anything,”

“I was actually just thinking about that. Go for it.” 

With that, Matt nodded and went back to working at the computer that was hooked up to the screen at the front of the small room, his cleanly cropped brown hair slightly falling in front of his face. Near to Matt was Emit Spellmeyer, who was sitting at their small round table working on some sort of circuit board. Emit wasn’t typically as reserved as they were now, but when they put their mind on a project, it was kind of hard to pull them away from it. Although, Daniel was normally the one most successful with that. Pretty early on they bonded over their commonality of constantly accidentally electrocuting themselves and, therefore, having scars from it. Which, to be honest, worried Lewis. She was trying to work with Emilia, the team’s physician specialist, to create some sort of outline and safety precautions to avoid those accidents; because one of the last things you want is to get electrocuted in the middle of space.

Emilia Brell was talking with Mack Faolán on their large couch they were currently sharing with Lewis. From what she could gather, they were talking about the latest Disney price hike, something they were rather frustrated with since their passion for Disney was only surpassed by their love for space. 

The current chatter across the room was suddenly cut off with the United Nations meeting becoming live on the screen in front of them. It seemed like the meeting was running slightly behind since they were still deep into their previous subject. It was rather novel to the UN and the world in general, but it was still rather pressing: Ghost Zone representation in the United Nations.

When Lewis heard about ghosts for the first time;:, she wouldn’t be lying if she said she laughed. She didn’t believe it at first: it was against all of what science knew to be true and was just outlandish in general. And if she didn’t follow science to the mark, then she didn’t know who did. But then she was proven wrong. It turned out it  could  be explained by science. It just wasn’t explored much, or at all, beforehand. That was about thirteen years ago. Ever since the worldwide acceptance of the existence of ghosts and another plane of reality termed the “Ghost Zone”, it has slowly become the topic of interest in nations worldwide. Which is understandable because it was just like an entire country, and a very large one at that, popped in out of nowhere. 

The last three years is when everything political started ramping up. One could say that this current UN meeting is the culmination of everything that’s been happening for the past few years. Consequently, the entirety of the present Aphrodite I team focused their attention to the screen, including Emit, who even went as far as placing the in progress circuit board to the side. 

The current focus of the meeting was on the Secretary General. When they started the stream, he was just wrapping up a question posed by the assembly: “-can you please elaborate on why having a seat in the United Nations is important? As of, the Ghost Zone is on another plane of existence, so we cannot see why it is beneficial to have a role in these decisions that only impact this plane.”

The camera then changed to point at the opposite side of the room where the exhausted spokesperson (ghost) for the Ghost Zone was. The figure looked slightly blurry as if the camera couldn’t focus on him, yet his appearance was still rather noticeable. He was wearing an impressive get-up including a cape of moving galaxies draped across his shoulders   over black and white formal attire. But what was truly striking was the breathtaking living aurora borealis sitting atop his unnaturally weightless white hair. The camera picked up the lighting around him oddly. His own subtle glow surrounded him, illuminating his blue tinted skin, the black of his attire, and the area around him. “Whoa,” Emit exclaimed, “That’s the Ghost King, Phantom. I can’t believe he’s there instead of a representative.” 

At this point, anyone who knew anything knew who Phantom was. With all the dynamics with the Ghost Zone and the world, he’s been present. If you are any bit aware of the current world news, you are bound to know. And if you don’t know about him that way, then you probably heard about him apprehending rogue ghosts that were occasionally wreaking havoc across the world. That was always a flashy affair, so they were pretty hard to miss; those events often gained popularity with the younger population since they aligned so well with the common fascination of superheroes and magic.

There was an odd dynamic of those in favor of the Ghost Zone and Ghost King and those against the presence, which Lewis was sure stemmed from poorly backed bias and fear of the unknown. Luckily, the entire Aphrodite I team was in favor of the Ghost Zone and were mutually interested in how the whole integration of the two “worlds” would play out. In fact, when Danny spilled the fact that his parents are the world’s leading ecto-scientists, the entire team made him share everything he knew, which was definitely more than they expected.

The sudden subtle sound of an aurora borealis – strikingly reminiscent of birdsong, a crackling campfire, and disjointed morse code - surrounded Phantom’s voice as he started to respond to the question, took Lewis out of her thoughts, “This is not common knowledge, but since it is pertinent, I’ll share.” He paused for a second. The subtle sounds of his aura humming, yet sounding like a speeding car passing infinitely by a house, permeated the silence in the air. “While the Ghost Zone is technically not a part of this plane, the two planes are still fundamentally connected in every way. These planes are parallel. Think of a mirror. A movement on one side will be reflected on another. The Zone acts similarly to the mirror. The major changes of existence and major events have impacts on the core status of the Zone. If the Earth falls plague to global warming, the Zone will have reflecting detrimental effects. So, it only makes sense that we should have a position to help prevent any harm to the world, as they are one in itself.” 

He took a pause, as if waiting for questions before resuming his speech, “So, don’t you see? It’s all connected. In order to have the United Nations successful in its endeavors, the Ghost Zone will need to have a part in it.”

The camera shifted to the Secretary General, who nodded and then took a moment to discuss with his adjacent cabinet members. After a short minute, they came to a conclusion, “Considering the joint effects of this plane and the Ghost Zone’s, we have agreed to allow the Ghost Zone to have a representative in the United Nations’s body. Please be prepared to select a representative that will best represent your “nation” and best contribute to the United Nations’ seventeen points. If nothing else is to be added, we will conclude this segment and take a ten minute recess before we talk about NASA’s Mars expedition.” Seeing as no one moved to speak, the session broke, and a picture of the UN logo filled the screen of the room.

Now that everyone was pulled out of their intense focus on the proceedings, Mack broke the silence exclaiming, “I’m so glad we caught the end of that. This has been going on for so long. It’s wonderful that it’s finally resolved.”

“Exactly,” Emilia said, “It’s a relief that this finally happened. Also, I had no clue that the two planes were connected. That’s so interesting.”

That’s right.  Lewis thought, “I bet Daniel’s parents didn’t even know about it since he never shared it with us. Which really shows how important this revelation is,”

“What is really interesting,” Matt said, pondering as he wandered over to sit on one of the chairs next to the couch, “Is how this correlates to the universe as a whole. If the Ghost Zone is really as infinite as it is claimed to be, would that mean that it is connected to the entire universe rather than just Earth?”

Before Matt could explain more of his pondering thoughts, their resident geologist (and sometimes engineer) Daniel, suddenly said, “Sorry for getting here late, everyone.”

“Geez, Danny, when did you get here?” Emit exclaimed, slightly startled.

“And where were you?” Lewis added on.

“I actually just got here a second ago,” Daniel mentioned casually as he walked over to the adjacent chair on the opposite side of the couch of Emit’s table. He sat down in a dramatic, exhausted manner., “And I was busy dealing with some family things over a call. There’s just a lot going on with everything, particularly my sister, and I had to tend to it. But look, I haven’t missed anything. The discussion hasn’t started yet!” Daniel pointed at the screen that was very clearly showing the “on pause” image. 

Showing up at the last minute,  Lewis thought,  Typical.  She rolled her eyes in a friendly manner. “But you did miss the big news with the Ghost Zone.”

“Oh, what was it?” Daniel said as his eyebrows scrunched up with question.

“The Ghost Zone is getting a United Nations representative,” Emit shared.

Matt then piped in, “And the Ghost King also explained that the two different planes are interconnected, which makes me think that the infiniteness of the universe is connected to the infiniteness of the Ghost Zone. That’s something that I would really like to study and figure out.” 

“That is a really interesting concept,” Daniel said to Matt, “I would love to look into that with you sometime, after our mission, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Wait,” Mack broke in, sweeping a stray strand of dark blonde hair off his face as he narrowed his eyes. “You know when people kind of look like celebrities?”

“Yeah…” Lewis said, not really understanding where his train of thought was heading.

“Danny kind of looks like the Ghost King. Just, like, make Phantom human and change his hair and eye color, and they look similar.”

“You know what,” Emit said, “You’re right, they do look really similar.”

Suddenly, all eyes were on Daniel, who looked rather uncomfortable with all the attention, which Lewis noticed was rather uncharacteristic within their team.  Perhaps it’s just too much right now, he looks absolutely exhausted,  Lewis thought.

“I mean,” Danny started, slightly startled, “I guess I do, but there was this one guy from my high school, Wes, who everyone also said looked just like Phantom. So maybe he just has a familiar face.”

“Hm, sure, I guess,” Mack said.

Before they could ponder everything even more, the screen changed to once again show the filled assembly room. After a moment, the Secretary General spoke again, “Today, we would like to talk about the newest space expedition that is led by the United States of America’s National Aeronautics Space Administration, also known as NASA. Since this expedition is going into places unexplored by humans in person before, it is significant to our society and the changes that it will bring. Quinn Moreau of NASA will be the representative from NASA explaining everything about this expedition to Mars today.”

“Hello, what a delight it is to be here. Thank you for having me. I have been working with much of the preparation process for this mission, including planning, team selection, and training. So please, ask away.”

“Does anyone have any questions or concerns before the office shares ours?” The Secretary General asked the hall.

“I actually do,” the representative from India said as she pressed the microphone button and leaned forward, “I have some important questions about your team. How did you select them? Why is this team the best for this mission? I understand that the entire team is from America, why no other countries?”

“Well, to answer these questions I’ll have to start with our selection process. Two of the base requirements for our organization are that you have to be a citizen of the United States and that you must have a masters in a STEM degree. As such, all of our astronauts are inherently from the United States. It is possible to have astronauts from other countries, but they would only be honorary within NASA and under their own country’s organization. For two reasons, we don’t have any for this mission. One is that the best team combination was made, and coincidentally, was only those from NASA. The other is that this is an unprecedented mission led by NASA. As it is the first of its kind and a solo expenditure from the start, it lies that the astronauts are also from our organization. In the future, we can certainly consider bringing in the best from all countries.

“I would also like to assure you that we went to great lengths to select and curate our team. We chose a selection of those who have a well balanced combination of success in their field, teamwork skills, creativity in thought, perseverance, and integrity. From those selected, we had them undergo our unique HERA training. This is where we simulate a mission in space. From the place, tasks, people, and situation, we simulate it to a T. Through this experience, we can analyze just how well the teams work together and what strengths and weaknesses are most important. We did this extensive forty-five day process three times until we ended with the best team we could curate. And now, they are continuously working on preparing their skills and knowledge for their expedition. Shortly from now, they will undergo a quarantine process where they will finish refining their skills. We  know  that this team will be successful. Thank you for your questions that allowed me to share our extensive process. Is this information satisfactory?”

“Yes, I do regret that this could not be a multinational expedition, but I do see merit in this process.”

“Any other questions?”

“Yes, exploring new places in space is definitely remarkable, but why did you choose this mission to Mars? What are you, and we, going to get out of it? How will this impact the world?” The representative from the United Kingdom asked.

“Thank you for such an interesting question. I’m sure many of us are familiar with the opportunities that Mars can hold for the future. How it can be used to help Earth is important, especially since we’re running out of space and infringing too much on the natural landscape and ecosystem. But we really can’t figure any of this out unless we go there and study it – in person …”

“We know all of this part already,” Emit said as they reached for his circuit board and started to work on it again, “Say, how many times did you all do HERA, again? I did it two times.” The majority of their group let the assembly meeting become background noise as they turned their attention away from it to converse.

“Three,” Matt said, turning away from the screen to face Emit, “It was certainly an experience, that’s for sure. I got to say though, that the third time was exponentially better than the first.” He shared a smile with the team.

“I did it once,” Mack said. At this point, Lewis realized, they were all going to talk and there really was no point in watching the current UN conversation. Might as well enjoy their time together when they don’t have much to worry about.

“Two times for me, and that’s the same for Emilia, right?” 

“Spot on.”

“What about you, Danny?” Emit asked.

“Oh,” Daniel started, pulled out of whatever deep thought he must have gotten himself into, “Three times, actually. It was really nice how, although it was the same mission every time, something was always just a bit different to make it feel like a brand new experience, besides having new teammates of course. Are you guys all ready to go to space? We only have, what, two and a half weeks now?”

“I think I’ve always been ready,” Matt said, “I honestly can’t wait. However, it will be pretty hard to leave all my friends and family behind for such a long time. I mean, it’s almost two years, but with all of us together, I think it would be worth it.”

“Definitely,” Emilia agreed, a soft smile on her face. Lewis could relate, after all this time during their training, they’ve become some sort of a family, though an odd one at that.

Lewis turned her attention back to the United Nations’ livestream. She guessed she shouldn’t be surprised that nothing from it was new to them, but it was still interesting to see how the UN handled it. From what she could see and hear, it seemed like they were concluding the Aphrodite I mission segment of the conversation, and everything after that would be irrelevant to them or is knowledge they already have. “It looks like everything’s about wrapped up. What do you say we play a board game for old time’s sake. We all know we need it.”

“Oh, definitely,” Mack exclaimed, “I need something that’s not  this  to busy my mind.”

“I definitely need a brain break,” Daniel proclaimed, “Which game should we play?”

Emit sighed exasperatedly, “Oh no, you didn’t just ask that, did you? You know it takes us almost an entire hour to decide.” That was  true , Lewis realized. The bad side of having a team of such exceptional people is that, sometimes, it was hard to decide such mundane things because of how much they would overthink it.

“Let’s just do Clue,” Lewis proposed, hoping that they could just settle on anything quickly. This was meant to be a relaxing time, not a debate.

There was silence for a moment, then Emit spoke up, “But that game doesn’t –”

Soft groans of frustration permeated the room.  Here we go …  Lewis thought fondly.