and i knew there was a fedora in that room somewhere

Undo (Epilogue - We Meet Again)

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Description: And this time, the two of you left with no regrets.”

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death

Word Count: 1,440

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (it’s overrrr) (I will be reuploading The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon probably tomorrow)

오십칠 년후…
57 years later…

Of course, your daughter Chanmi was terrified when her nearly ninety-year-old mother was being rushed to the hospital - the official diagnosis was heart failure.

Finally, after all these years, your heart gave up on you. You didn’t mind dying. You wondered what would happen now. You sat up on your hospital bed, knowing very well that you were dead. You looked down at your hands, smiling when you saw that the skin was smooth, no longer wrinkled.

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anonymous asked:

Reborn, Xanxus and Dino trying to make up for insulting and trying to break things off between Tsuna and his s/o due to some misunderstanding


admin adelheid


“He he he! So where’s your darling Decimo now ehhh?!”

“I can’t believe it was all so fucking easy to set you up as a traitor! Just goes to show how little faith he’s got in you, right?”

You grit your teeth as you glared up at the two men both holding their guns out and aiming at the top of your head. Clearly this is where you’re going to die. For a second you wished you could have seen Tsuna’s face one more time. The thought of that slight smile on his face when he looked at you… The loneliness in his eyes you have always took pride in vanquishing… The gentle touch of his rough, calloused hand… It almost made your tears spill out but you couldn’t. Not in front of these people. She will not give them the satisfaction of begging for her life.

“You both stink and are both butt ugly,” you shot at your attackers sharply, your eyes blazing as you did so. “You’ll never bring Tsuna down. Never. If you’re going to kill me then do your worst, assholes!”

You watch with some satisfaction as both their faces turned purple in rage before both of them cocked their guns in anger.

“Why you little―”

But the words and the shot did not come to be. One moment you were certain you were about to die and the next blood was spraying from both these men’s foreheads. For a few moments all you could do was stare in shock at the two now very, very dead bodies huddled at your feet before you realized that those bullets had had to come from somewhere.

“I know you’re there. You might as well come out.”

Reborn stepped out of the shadows at your request knowing he had given himself away by firing off that shot that put down the dog who had dared try to kidnap you. His piercing stare shot through you from the shadows of his fedora as he held his gun up, the tip still smoking from its use.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the world’s greatest hitman standing before you in this dark, lonely alley you had been forced into by the men who had pointed a gun to your back and demanded you follow their instructions.

“Reborn?” Instantly your guard went up. Wasn’t this the same man who had accused you of playing Tsuna for a fool? Wasn’t he the reason why your fiancé kicked you out of the mansion and called off their engagement? “What do you want?”

Reborn remained quiet for a moment just staring at you. And then the man shocked you by taking off his fedora, putting it on his chest and bowing to you respectfully.

You stand there stunned at this. Hadn’t Tsuna said that the reason Reborn never takes his fedora off was because it made him feel vulnerable? A headshot was always a sure fire way to kill a target so he hid that most vulnerable spot at all times. He wore that hat like it was armor. There were even rumors going around that the bowl of that hat had bulletproof lining that can stop a Falcon rifle’s direct hit. Taking it off in front of anybody was a show of utmost respect and humility. A sign of good faith.

“Good evening.” The hitman said, piercing eyes never taking itself off of your form.

You blink at him in confusion and surprise, still too shocked at the display to reply. It required several deep breathes before you could say anything again with any measure of sense. “What do you want, Reborn? Did he send you out to kill me too?”

“No.” you watch him purse his lips as though he had just eaten a particularly sour lemon before putting his hat back on. “I guess I’m here to take you home.”

“I was on my way hom―”

“No, not there. Excuse me, let me correct myself.” He nodded in the general direction of your apartment and you feel exasperated. Of course he knew where you were staying. “I’m here to take you back where you belong. Tsuna’s still waiting for you. Despite what I say he isn’t going to give you up. Even now he’s trying to figure out a way to prove your innocence.”

You stare back at him, speechless as his lips twisted in a wry smile you had only heard about but never seen on the hitman’s face in your presence. It was there for a solid second before it turned into a serious mien as he glanced at the two dead bodies on the ground.

“I will personally execute the mastermind behind your frame up and present it to you.” The sharp, tight lipped smile that followed that promise made a sliver of fear strum at your spine. “Consider it a wedding gift to the Vongola Decimo’s future consort.”

Well, you think as you blinked rapidly. I guess this is his version of saying ‘I’m sorry’.


You wake up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty so you get up to sleepily make your way over to your kitchen. As you pass the living room a car passed by and its headlight hit a glinting pair of red situated in a dark silhouette made you jump back. You were barely able to hold back a scream as you realized someone was sitting on your most comfortable chair.

Just as you were about to make a run for it to lock yourself in your room a low, rumbling voice shot out of the dark and paralyzed you; gripping you by the neck and rendering you motionless like a hand around your throat.

“Calm the fuck down.”

You blink rapidly at that and realized you knew that voice. You knew those pair of red eyes.

“Xanxus?” you whispered quietly as though half afraid of the truth. That just saying his name would summon him right there in front of you.

You fumbled with a dimly lit lamp set in the small table nearest you and once it’s candle like rays in the room your suspicions were confirmed. You were in the presence of the Varia Boss himself. You stiffen and took a step back thinking you were in danger even as defiance sparked in your eyes.

This man was the reason Tsuna had been forced to have you interrogated for being a spy. This man was the reason you had to be hospitalized for three months. If it weren’t for the fact that you loved Tsuna so much you would have left the brunette because of this man’s influence. Fear and anger gripped your heart as you stood in front of the dark skinned Mafioso in nothing but your flannel pajamas.

Was he here to kill her?

Would he really dare endanger the Alliance further by getting rid of her because he still thought her guilty for being a traitor? Xanxus had always been somewhat of a wild card, second only to Enma who hid his intentions behind a mask of meekness. What was he planning now?

“What are you doing in my house?” you finally find the strength to ask even as you try to steady your stance. You refuse to crumble before this man.

His eyes were felt like red hot brands as he stared into your eyes. The first time you saw those eyes you have already noticed how similar its effect can be to Tsuna’s golden ones but much more explosive, much more volatile compared to Tsuna’s contained cruelty. Now, though it had traces of contemplation over the violence that made you feel like you were being… considered.

It only made you lift your chin up to stare him down. You will not cower before bullies.

Movement outside your window caught your attention and you look out to see a familiar flash of white and blonde hair disappearing from sight so fast one would think it was only a trick of the light.

Wait, were those Squalo and Belphegor?

“Your life is in danger.”

You blinked at the announcement, turning your attention back to the Varia Boss. It was not what you were expecting to hear.


He ignored your surprise and continued to languidly sit there staring at you with bored, almost lazy eyes as he continued his explanation. “Some idiotic mother fucker thinks he can get through that brat by harming you. And once they get a hold of the brat’s neck they think they could control the Vongola. Mammon’s been keeping an eye on their activities for a month now and we have it on good authority they’ll strike tonight.”

You honestly don’t know what to say. It was mind boggling enough to have this man sitting in your living room like he owned the place.

“Go get what you needed and go back to sleep.” His voice rumbled in the room again before closing his eyes and leaning back into her chair like a dragon settling down to sleep. “As long as we’re here no harm will touch a strand of your hair or an inch of your skin. You have my word.”

Mind still scrambled at the very idea of Xanxus in her house watching over her but feeling the genuine truth behind his words you hurry and get your glass of water before going back to your bedroom. Before you close the door, though, you hear him mutter in the darkness you left behind as you switched the lamp light you had earlier on back off.

“With this… My debts are paid. To you and that fucking Sawada.”


You try to gather courage no matter how much your knees were shaking. Beyond these double doors were the crème of the crop belonging in Tsuna’s world. He had told you about how you would be judged and criticized and be wary of the sharp words and innuendos. The opportunists and the machinations of both friends and hidden enemies alike.

The moment the doors were opened all conversation ceased as all eyes turned over to you. You almost turned tail and ran but you caught sight of your fiancé listening to something Gokudera was saying even as his eyes locked on to yours. His gaze gave you courage. It made your spine straighter and your legs steadier.

Know your place, you remembered Tsuna saying this morning before he left for his office. You are my queen. The one I chose. You deserve to be by my side.

Determined to do him proud you walk towards your future husband like the queen he had proclaimed you to be. Inwardly you laugh, though. This was like a twisted version of Cinderella.

As the crowd started to gather around you in curiosity you don’t notice the outstretched foot of a jealous jilted lover from another Mafia Famiglia on your path preparing to humiliate you. When you stumbled because of the mean trick you expected to land on the floor and the whole ballroom laughing at your shame but instead a strong forearm caught you and smoothly pulled you back in place.

Shocked you look up to see the handsome face of the Cavallone Don there by your side smiling sharply at the woman who had tripped you.

“I didn’t realize people in parties like these can still act like fifth class citizens,” he said smoothly but with a cold innuendo that made something cold trickle down your spine. It was as though Dino’s charm had turned from a feather into a cruelly sharpened scythe. “Such a disappointment shall not marry into a don’s Famiglia, I will make sure of that.”

The woman’s face turned red in humiliation even as she tried to pretend to be innocent. The hidden threat and promise in Dino’s words made her go pale as soon as she heard it.

Making his meaning subtly clear Dino tucked your hand in the crook of his arm and began escorting you over to where Tsuna was and all the while you walk beside him stiffly. You can still remember how this man had tried to seduce you― how he tried to make Tsuna get rid of you― all because he thought you were merely a gold digging harlot that had the fortune to meet Sawada Tsunayoshi. You could still remember the fury you felt when you rejected his advances and how you had avoided him ever since. It made your skin crawl just to have him near like this but you needed to bear it for now. Not here in public. It would make everyone certain there was trouble within the Vongola.

“Relax, I won’t bite.” You hear Dino say even as he smiled and waved at people around him who greeted the Cavallone don.

“I can’t help it,” you replied, doing exactly the same. “I hate your guts.”

He smiled softly. “I deserve that.”

“Good to know.” You wryly replied from the corner of your mouth.

“Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” you glance at him warily and found him looking back at you with a sincerity you had never before seen on his face; not even when he was trying to seduce you. “Tsuna is like a little brother to me. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t making a mistake by choosing you. He holds our whole world in his hands. Choosing a partner is not something he can do lightly.”

You wanted to bristle angrily but you could also appreciate the meaning behind his words. Being with Tsuna had taught you how the delicate ties of ‘Family’ can be and you already knew the bond between the Vongola and the Cavallone was the strongest you have seen in this world of blood and madness. It would be a shame if it was severed. She didn’t want to cause Tsuna any more pain.

“I already know that,” you admitted with a grudging smile. “Why do you think I haven’t told him that you tried to seduce me?”

“Oh he knows about that,” Dino said so casually that you had to do a double take. “The reason why the Cavallone and the Vongola have such a good relationship is because we have always been at least fifty percent aware of each other’s plans. He was pretty angry when I told him about it but when I told him you wanted nothing to do with me he couldn’t be prouder.”

Your heart thumped at what Dino was saying. Was this guy for real?

“Don’t worry, the alliance is secure and better than ever because of you,” the sincerity and gratefulness in his voice made you look up and see the fond gaze you had ever only seen him give Tsuna. “The Cavallone pledges our loyalty to you and the Vongola Decimo. You are one of us. If you need us, we will always be waiting. This, I promise you.”

His Best Friend’s Sister

Notes: Fluff. I think this is really an adorable idea! Thank you for requesting this ahh! This was extremely fun to write although I had a bit of trouble because I wasn’t sure whether I should focus on Eisuke mostly or Soryu. So, it wounded up in a mix with both of them fighting over the MC (*cough* you *cough*). My apologies in advance, if this isn’t what you wanted but I just thought this would be more fun and lighter to read! 

Tagging these dudes because I think it’d make them smile (it’s a 50/50 chance though): @carinecaldre69 & @miyukushina & @dumb-and-dumber-with-leah & @tresspadesmaid@catchthespade

Let’s get more air—because you might need it for the incoming laugh fest!

It was a normal Tuesday when Eisuke called forth for a special dinner. At first, Soryu and the others didn’t understand why there was a need to have dinner together since 99.3% of the bidders time was spent at Ichinomiya’s luxurious penthouse. But the millionaire was persistent! He promised that he would be paying for everyone’s meal and he’d be bringing along a… marvelous surprise.

While the other bidders were astounded by his sudden generosity, Soryu couldn’t help but wonder how “marvelous” was this surprise. He would have been the first person (or so he’d like to think) whom Eisuke would confide about news. Good or bad. However, for the past few days, the mobster noticed that he was acting quite odd. A bit more… approachable and less cranky. It meant the news was something really good—but he never came up to Soryu.


In the end, everyone agreed to join the dinner and everyone wore their best attires—suits, neckties or maybe bowties, gelled hair and manly cologne—knowing they’d be spending the dinner somewhere in a fancy restaurant… And as expected, Eisuke has overdone it again as he led everyone to one of the best five-star restaurants in the city. The folks there even let them have their own private room, away from the other customers. 

Only Eisuke Ichinomiya. 

Once everyone was settled in their seats. Eisuke tapped his glass formally, clearing his throat before saying, “You are all here tonight because you are all considered one of my most special… friends.”

“We’re your only friends,” Mamoru had muttered under his breath and Soryu found himself agreeing with the bearded slacker for once. Ignoring the snide, Eisuke motioned at the door, trying to get someone to walk inside. “Gentlemen. And Mamoru. This is my sister.”

As if rehearsed (probably was), you walked in.

Everyone gasped and clapped upon your arrival. You smiled. 

To Eisuke, this moment was gorgeous, precious and quite satisfying since this meant you would easily fit in this new lifestyle more. While everyone was cheering for the long-lost-but-now-found sister, Soryu’s mouth was still left wide open in utter disbelief. Eisuke wasn’t an idiot but… what if you actually weren’t his sister? Perhaps, that’s one of his reasons why he hasn’t told Soryu about you. He is probably scared about me noticing she isn’t the one and… Soryu frowned as he kept picturing Eisuke’s torn face. The millionaire often claimed he has never broken down but… he was still human.

While thinking deeply about his friend’s reaction, your eyes met Soryu’s and you tilted your head, questioningly. 

Shoot. He quickly shut his mouth and instead of following his gut that was telling him to look away, Soryu did his best to glare at you, trying to establish that he wasn’t the friendliest human being and should be avoided at all cost. Although his cheeks were reddening. Hang on. That wasn’t quite right. Well… He… was a bit caught off guard upon seeing you in such a strapping outfit—a scarlet red dress with delicate ruffles and tight curves—no doubt that Eisuke bought it from one of the most expensive clothing lines. 

And yet as time ticked, the formal introductions went by, jokes were made and everyone was either too happy or too drunk to hold onto one conversational thread. Currently, Ota and Baba were humming along to a Barenaked Ladies’ song in their head, Mamoru has fallen asleep on the dinner table and Eisuke was pulling out his wallet to pay for the bills.

Soryu was quiet the entire time. He made sure he was still sober enough—just to study you mostly. He needed to make sure, for his best friend’s sake that you weren’t an impostor. Technically, Soryu didn’t have any basis to say you were one. He only knew a few things about Eisuke’s “long-lost-sister”… You would obviously have that “mark” Eisuke once said. But it might have been fake. Who knows? … Gun in hand, he’d just have to watch you for anything suspicious.

However after a while, he wasn’t sure why you approached him with a smile spreading on your face—was it because he was sober/awake or you simply caught his not-so-subtle staring? Before Soryu could figure it out, you both started talking and he found it quite… easy? Normally, he found women quite annoying especially with their stench that they called, “perfume”. You probably had one but Soryu didn’t find himself smelling it. He was instead, more focused on your eyes. Your lips.That smile.

“Are you really part of the mafia?”

“… Eisuke told you?”

“He tells me everything,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Mamo is a detective. Fedora man is a thief. Kisaki has something to do with the art. And you are a mobster but I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that so?” 

“Because my brother says animals magically like you.” 

Soryu isn’t sure if you were teasing him but he did find it a bit… charming. In response though, the mobster pulled out the gun he was holding, making sure that none of the personal waiters could catch a glimpse of it. “Whether you find me threatening or not, I am a man who knows how to shoot and I am not afraid to pull the trigger. And you?” 


“… Are you really Eisuke’s sister?” His eyes glinted.

“I am.” You smiled. “And because of your deep concern, I guess… you really are his friend. By the way, does Eisuke really buy you all the hair products to make that hair style?”

“… No.”

“Liar. He totally did.”

Soryu scowled at you. What an annoying woman. Now, he could say with certainty that you were related to Eisuke by blood. Before he could rertort, two drunk men—namely Baba and Ota—dragged you off. They also apparently wanted to play with Soryu’s new toy, your eyes though while walking away still trained on him. He didn’t look away either.

“I saw the look you were giving her,” said a voice.

Soryu swiftly turned to find Eisuke who folded his arms. His glowers were even more hellish… and murderous. “I don’t like that look,” he growled.

“Oh, I was just suspicious if she could be an impostor,” Soryu spoke calmly as he tried to choose his words carefully. “I figured that’s why you didn’t tell me about her days ago because… you didn’t want to hear me say that she might not be…” 

Soryu faltered as Eisuke shook his head.

“Dumbass. She is my sister.”

“… I was just looking out for you.”

Eisuke sighed. “I know… But what I meant by look I meant is—you’re giving her the kind of look that Baba makes when he sees a woman.”

“I-I wasn’t thinking of that!” Fully familiar with that Baba look.

“Good. She’s not up for a one-night-stand.”

“… But I could ask her on a date, right?” It was supposed to be a joke but hearing it out loud, it didn’t sound like one. In fact, it made his heart beat faster. Why? Was it because it sounded… dangerous? It absolutely did with Eisuke’s glare stabbing Soryu.

Stay away from my sister, Oh,” growled Eisuke as he briskly brushed past Soryu, bumping his shoulder and making him lose his balance a bit. Dumbfounded, Soryu watched Eisuke saunter towards you—clearly annoyed that you were being toyed around by Baba and Ota. He really had no intention of making a move on you or whatsoever. But there was still something about you that he wanted to know more of. Soryu doubt that Eisuke would allow him to talk to you personally alone again but… He marked this as Attempt 01. Heh. The mobster wasn’t giving up. 

Neither was the millionaire as he also marked this moment as the first attempt. And so, the unspoken battle begins with Soryu’s attempts to win your heart—and Eisuke’s attempts to shove those attempts back into the mobster’s ass.

Attempt 07. 

You and Soryu have both been talking a lot and most of the time when the bidders come over, Soryu noticed that you’d be paying more attention to him… Not that he found it bothersome. Instead, he saw how precious you were to even notice him first in a room full of men who are obviously so much better than him—even the slacker detective sounds better than a stone cold, dangerous mobster. And yet here you were, entering the elevator and looking up to Soryu.

“Hi,” Soryu heard you say.

“Hello,” he greeted back with a smooth voice. You both wounded up inside the elevator together. But not alone together. You were with your older brother and Soryu came along with Ota who was going down to check the antique to be auctioned. An unsettling silence stayed in the elevator as it went down the famous hotel. Ota leaned against the elevator rail. Eisuke wrapped an arm around you, almost territorial. Soryu just had his arms folded, finding his shoes more and more interesting. 

It was awfully quiet and Soryu could practically smell the tension until Ota broke the silence in a singsong voice with the worst statement ever: 

“Hey, Soryu has a pick-up-line for you!”

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Trick or Treat

Part 2

Modern Au where Mor drags Feyre to a Halloween party and she just so happens to run into Rhys who is the other half of her couples costume. (It follows my other fic which you can read here.)

Word Count: 3,058

((I will most likely be continuing this. And as always I would love your feedback.))


Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.


“Come on, Feyre, you have to go, it’s Halloween,” Mor pleads with me from where she is perched on my bed.

I swivels in my chair. I was sitting at my desk, my latest project –which was giving me hell— was sitting atop it.

The assignment was to create a life like version of an iconic character, villain, or Halloween monster.

“Mor, you know I would love to go with you, but I need to finish my project. Plus, I don’t have a costume,” I admit, to her, I tap the end of my graphite pencil on the sketchpad next to my blank canvas. I hadn’t even begun to paint, and dozens of pieces of paper littered the floor around my desk. The assignment was due on Tuesday. Three days, that’s all I had now, and there was nothing on my canvas.

I look over to where Mor was sitting on my bed. Her makeup was already done. This year she was going as Tinkerbell and Peter pan with Azriel. Her golden hair was thrown up into an expertly slicked back bun. Sparkles adorned her cheeks and her eyes were done up in golds and soft shades of green.

We had both gotten grumbles from Azriel about wearing tights.  Tights, and the fact that he actually had to wear a color other than black for once in his life. The only reason he had shut up about it was because of the fact that Mor had told him that she would take it all off for him after the party.

“Come on Feyre, Rhys will be there, and you can wear my costume from last year, you’ll look so good in it. Please?” She dragged out the word as she clasped her hands together just below her chin.

Her lips were pulled into a pout, and I swear she was giving me puppy dog eyes.

My teeth clench together. I had tried not to think about Rhys or our fateful meeting of me beating him with a shoe. He was still in town, and ended up taking up the spare room in Cassian and Azriel’s house as a more permanent residence for the time being.

I had narrowly avoided him while he was staying here, but since he moved out I hadn’t see him. I would never admit this out loud, but some nights I would wake up with those damned eyes and his tattoos lingering behind me eyelids.

Damn his sexy tattoos.

And then of course there was the time I had walked in on him in the bathroom. In my defense, I thought he was Mor. We shared a bathroom so we were always walking in on each other.

But one day, I was dying with a headache and needed to get into medicine cabinet for Advil before it turned into a migraine. I walked right in on Rhys.

The water had just been shut off when I was trying to find it—I had heard curtain being pulled back as I grabbed the bottle and poured a few into my hand.

“Sorry Mor, I was just–” my sentence was cut short then, because Rhys was the one in the shower, not Mor.

He had had a towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his sculpted chest and abdominals.

His chest.

Good god, it was in that moment that I had decided I found tattoos incredibly attractive. Swirls of dark color covered his chest and shoulders, then faded out in tendrils of ink down his arms.

He had smiled at me with a wicked grin.

“You could have told me you were going to join me in the shower, Feyre darling,” he had purred at me.

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Love Makes You do the Darndest Thing (Phillip x Reader)

Length: 572+ words

Genre: Angst

TW: Death

A/N: I can’t write Phillip without writing angst ahaha. So this is based on the song Darndest Thing by Trevor Wesley. I have a bunch of fics inspired by his album ‘Chivalry is Dead’! 

Internal bleeding…

Too much brain damage…

Too late…

A few days left…

You couldn’t process everything the doctor was saying to you, your heart stopped when you took one look at your fiance’s face. Phillip had been complaining about a headache for the past two days, and you thought nothing about it until you remembered the bar fight from a week ago. Some douchebag named George kept harassing you, so of course Phillip had to make sure he knew his place about harassing women. You took him to the hospital, thinking that it was just a minor concussion, they would give him a couple of pain killers, and let the two of you to go your merry way, and plan your upcoming wedding. This wasn’t something you could even imagine in your worst nightmares.   

You nodded, and the doctor left you standing outside Phillip’s room. You slowly went back in, seeing his face lit up when you walked in. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not able to meet his eyes. It hurt too much.   

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him.   

You finally raised your gaze to his, seeing such adoration in his eyes, and knowing that he knew. “If you hadn’t fought George, we wouldn’t be here right now!” You sobbed out the words that had been weighing your heart. “I’m sorry. This was my fault." 

"Hey, hey.” He pulled you to his figure, running his hand through your hair. “It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare think that! It’s okay, baby."   

He let you cry, whispering comforting words.   

"We were suppose to think of where we want to go for our honeymoon,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to his side. Phillip said nothing for a while, just letting his hand run through your hair.   

“We can somewhere exotic,” he started. “On a plane or on a ship, I guess it doesn’t matter, but definitely somewhere we’ve never been."   

You raised your eyebrow at your love, giggling at his antics.   

"Champagne in the sky, maybe? You can wear that fedora you bought last year in the coast of Santorini."   

You giggled, knowing how much he loved to tease you about that fedora, saying how you would never find the occasion to wear it.   

He smiled at your laugh, leaning beside your ear. "Make endless love in Bali." 

"Phillip!” you exclaimed, blushing, and lightly slapping his chest.   

“And have a toast in Fiji!” he ended cheerfully. The two of you burst into laughters, you were shaking your head at the endless amount of optimism Phillip had- it was one of the many things you loved about this man.   

“I love you,” you whispered, wiping a stray tear from your eyes, and smiling up at him.   

"I love you too.” His smile fell a little, but you knew he was trying to stay strong for the both of you. “Let’s get married right now.” 


“We’re about to get married in a few months, why not make it tomorrow?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Are you?” he asked earnestly, knowing that you were about to be a widow at such a young age. Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and you nearly cried at his consideration. “Do you wanna marry me?” 

“Yes! Of course I do, Phillip!” you cried, engulfing him in a hug.   

He chuckled, rubbing your lower back.   

The two of you got married in the hospital chapel, only family and close friends attending. 

That night Phillip died in his sleep.  

Face Down

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Face Down (Skeptics and True Believers pt 9)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1,018

Warnings: language, drinking, partying, abuse, fighting, attempted sexual assault

Song: Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

A/N: As promised, here is part 9! If you want me to post everything else that I have written (which is through part 16) tonight just let me know cause @driverpicksthemuusic is dying for the rest of this hahahaha

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a thousand thanks

They were on two sides of the spectrum, he and Reborn.

Fiddling with the Vongola ring, Tsuna tapped his pen against the desk as his vision blurred out of focus the more he delved into his thoughts. He was only fifteen, still a little stupid, still a little ignorant, but he was aware of the difference between he and his tutor - how could he not, when it was twenty feet wide and decorated with flashing neon lights that changed colors as quickly as Gokudera’s temper?

He was fifteen, still a kid with a little too much on his shoulders than what an average teen should have, but he knew. Reborn was dark and cruel and embodied perfection. He was mafia on two feet wearing a fedora. He was Tsuna’s future smirking back at him whenever he brought out his mallet.

But Reborn was also kindness and diligence and the best tutor Tsuna had ever had. He stuck around even when his job was done; he came back with a ridiculous title change for Tsuna when he complained about being Decimo, and even though Tsuna had only felt indignant then, he appreciated the effort afterward. Reborn threatened him enough about leaving his sorry behind if he didn’t straighten out his priorities, but they were empty threats because he knew Tsuna would get it together. Reborn believed in him.

Honestly, despite their ups and downs, that was all Tsuna could ever ask from him.

“What are you thinking about, Tsuna?”

Tsuna jumped, eyes flicking over to his window where Reborn was climbing through. Since breaking the curse, Reborn hadn’t changed much, but what change that did happen was celebrated with a small tilt of lips and grateful leniency on his tutor’s end.

He stretched his arms as Reborn leaped onto his desk with a single jump. The hitman glanced up at him, curiosity flickering behind the black of his eyes. Tsuna smiled. “Nothing, Reborn.”

“Liar,” his tutor immediately retorted. Even so, he settled down across from him and pointed a finger at his homework. “That’s wrong.”

“What? I checked it three times!”

Reborn huffed. “Well, check it three more times. It’s wrong.”

“But I- argh!” Tsuna glared at the algebra problem printed on his worksheet and searched for any possible mistakes he could have made in the process of solving it. When he couldn’t find any, he decided to just do it all over again to save himself from a headache. Engrossed as he was, checking his math and comparing it to his previous attempt, he almost didn’t hear Reborn murmur something underneath his breath just loud enough for him to catch.


Tsuna blinked. He looked up to see Reborn as passive as ever. “Did you say something?”

“No.” His hand inched towards Leon, who sat around his shoulders this time around. “Do your homework, Tsuna. I expect it to be perfect when I check it later.”

“But- ”

“A mafia Boss doesn’t complain.” A pause. Then, “A mafia Boss shouldn’t need someone to tell them not to complain, either.”

“I’m not a mafia Boss yet!” Tsuna said, waving his arms as he backed his chair away from Reborn, the glint in onyx eyes promising pain Tsuna didn’t want to subject himself to.

“You will be. That’s all that matters.”

“I don’t want to be a mafia Boss, Reborn!”

“Then I’ll make you,” Reborn said. He tipped the brim of his fedora over his eyes. “I’ll make you become Vongola Decimo and stick to you like a parasite until the day you die to make sure you don’t back out like a coward. I’ll be there to see you be the greatest Boss Vogola ever had because I won’t let my student be anything but.” He smirked, sending a frightening chill down Tsuna’s spine. “Get used to having me around, Tsuna.”

Before he could adamantly reject Reborn’s solution - threat - the hitman hopped off the desk and strode out the room without listening to Tsuna’s half-formed, garbled string of refusals trailing after him.

He didn’t realize until later that Reborn had basically promised to stay with him even after he became Decimo. The thought, strangely enough, made his heart swell.

They were different, a free-lance hitman and a no-good kid, but it didn’t change the fact that they became Family somewhere along the way.

Tsuna doesn’t get paid enough

Anonymous asked: AU in which Tsuna is a ghost who’s really bad at his job, and he gets summoned by a group of teenagers with an ouija board. (Has this been done before? I hope it hasn’t.)

I’m using hexastrose’s suggestion of Tsuna having to keep humans away from mystical hotspots. 

also, i didn’t manage to include tsuna being bad at his job. sorry. 

Tsuna hated his job. At first it was cool, being able to go halfway around the world in less than the time needed for a blink, and exploring the cultures all over. However, once you’ve seen everything that needs to be seen, marveled over everything you can be in awe over, things get to be a little… boring. And also irritating, considering the outlines of his job. 

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Anonymous: A scenario where they blush because of something their lover does

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You raised your eyebrows when you saw the table Kanato prepared. It was covered with all sorts of sweets and desserts. You swore you could smell the sugar a mile away before you even saw the food.

The childish boy dived at the nearest seat and began pointing at the courses with a knife he picked up. “Ah, doesn’t it look fantastic, Teddy?” He smiled. Rows of sugary courses laid in from of you; you could barely name five of them. “Reiji got it all for me because I was a good boy for a month! They’re all so perfect…”

He prepared a plate for him and began placing multiple meals on it. “My stomach hungers for it all, Teddy… Let’s eat!” He began scarfing down everything in sight.

“That’s a lot,” you began conversationally, “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish more than three plates, Kanato.” It all looked very appetizing but you knew your limits.

The purple haired boy looked at you incredulously. “What is (Y/N) talking about, Teddy?” He cocked his head to the side. “I wonder who told her that she will eat anything… She’s so silly, Teddy! (Y/N) is only here so we can talk to someone!” He closed his eyes and smiled innocently at you.

“Eh?” Your eyes twitched in irritation. “Kanato, I was writing a very important paper for school. I thought there was an emergency,” you told him. Sighing, you took a seat next to him. Your mouth watered at the sight of food. “Can I at least have a bite? I’m starving!” You pouted when he still refused. You were sure that he just wanted you to beg for it.

Suddenly, you got a brilliant idea. If he won’t give you anything… you’ll just have to force him to! “Ah, it’s alright, Kanato,” you told him much to brightly for his taste, “after all, I’ve got something ten times sweeter and ten times more delectable than anything here on the table!” You crossed your arms and smirked as he took the bait.

“What? Something better than all of this?” He parroted your words. “You’re lying! Tell me what you have this instant that’s so sweet!” He stomped his foot. You didn’t answer immediately for dramatic effect. Although, you did tell him before things escalated quickly.

You giggled mercilessly. “You,” you gave him a light peck on the cheek, “you’re sweeter and tastier and yummier than anything anybody can ever make!” Amusement danced in your eyes as he buried his face on Teddy so you wouldn’t notice the blush that was rapidly forming on his cheeks.

Just as you expected, he filled a second plate with desserts and shoved a spoon of pudding into your mouth. “Here. So you won’t bother me any more.” He immediately turned away after.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed some innocent fruit that was just laying there. You tapped his shoulder to make him look at you. “Be careful, Kanato,” you warned him and showed the cherry you were holding, “if this keeps going on, you might end up as red as this cherry.” He promptly threw away the fruit and stepped on it without hesitation.



You were on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. During the middle of the school day, you realized that your precious laptop was lost somewhere. Your palms went clammy as you looked everywhere for it. You still had several vital essays and presentations saved there. It took your all not to go crazy from stress.

While searching, you tripped over a pair of legs that you swore came out of nowhere. Rubbing your head, you peeked. “Shu-san?” You saw him sleeping. You thought he could help you. “Um, sorry to disturb you but… have you seen my laptop? It’s in a red casing and it has a couple of stickers…” You mumbled awkwardly.

You were surprised when he responded fairly quickly. “Tch. You’re that pervert’s woman, eh?” There was no use denying. You nodded your head. “I saw Laito carrying it earlier. He went that way,” he traitorously pointed to the right.

You sighed in relief and quietly thanked him before sprinting towards that direction. You were angry that Laito stole your prized laptop and you ran before he could defile it or anything inside.

Before you could pass one of the classrooms, you heard the whining of a boy. There was also dramatic music playing in the background and several other voices were faintly heard. Quietly, you opened the door.

Immediately, you saw the fedora wearing student in the dead center of the old classroom. He was holding a tub of vanilla ice cream as he was watching a foreign show from your laptop.

“No~! Clark and Leah are meant to be together,” he moaned as he watched the Filipino soap opera play out, “Simon, get away from her! It was going so well!” He shoved a spoon of ice cream and munched on a green macaroon with a glum look.

Your eyes twitched and you looked at his back in disbelief. He stole your valuable laptop… just to binge watch a cheesy drama series that you downloaded? You marched towards his figure and crouched beside him.

You pretended to hum in thought. “Hmmm, no, actually, I think Simon and Leah look so cute together,” you told him dryly. The redhead jumped a little and looked at you. “Eh? Bitch-chan? When did you get here?” He asked as he frantically tried to shut down the running program.

“Oh, I dunno,” your voice hinted at sarcasm, “maybe because YOU STOLE MY LAPTOP?!” You shouted. “Honestly, I almost had a heart attack when I couldn’t see my precious baby. And then here you are, talking to yourself in the dark, you pervert. Can’t you just- eh? What the hell?”

When you closed the tab for the episodes, Google images was opened. The pictures you saw were all of a half naked very attractive boy posing for the camera. It took you a while to process that the search bar told you the words ‘sexy James Reid shirtless’.

You looked at his blushing face as he whistled and looked anywhere but at you. You snickered at his guilty expression and added fuel to the fire. “Aww, don’t worry, Laito! Everyone wants to see James Reid shirtless. I won’t judge your, ah, preferences.”

If possible, he looked even more embarrassed. You basked in the rare moment. “Now, Bitch-chan… It’s not what you-”

“WHO STOLE MY VANILLA ICE CREAM?!” A bump was heard. “Noisy. It was the pervert.” Silence. “……..LAITO I’LL KILL YOU!”

“…… You’re on your own, kid,” you grabbed your laptop and sprinted out of the room with one last look at his flushed face. You snorted and made a mental note to tell Ayato everything.



You were happily eating ice cream with Subaru at the local park. The two of you were just walking around; admiring the scenery. Not too long after, it got quite dull and repetitive.

“So,” you messily licked your dessert, “have you been to the mall, Subaru?” You began pitifully. It was quite obvious you weren’t the master of conversations. He scoffed. “Seriously? Even I could think of something better than that, (Y/N).”

You weakly huffed. “Well, at least I tried,” you threw away the remnants of the cone away and grinned at him. “What do you wanna talk about, then, oh great king of awkward silences?”

He mumbled something you couldn’t decipher. “Sorry, what?” You asked him to repeat. “You have some ice cream on your cheek,” he managed to say, “it’s bothering me.” Your tongue darted on you lips. “Huh? I can’t taste anything… Are you lying to make me look like an idiot? It isn’t working,” you jokingly accused.

“No!” He barked. You thought that was the end of it. Suddenly, his lips fell on your face. You could feel him lick off a sticky substance before he scrambled away from you. “What the hell was that?” You laughed at his generous antics. Grinning, you poked his cheeks. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, my darling Tsundere.”

He glared at you. “Goddamnit. Not this again.” He looked up at the sky. “Whoever the hell is up there, please, for the love of all that is holy, please don’t let her speak again.”

“You’re so cruel to me, darling,” you said softly, “hey… You just gave me a brilliant idea!” He had a horrified expression as you ran towards the lonely bench. “Wait! Fucking hell… I swear, (Y/N). Don’t you dare!”

You jumped on top of the wooden chairs and called for the attention of the other residents of the park. “HEY, EVERYONE!” With your loud voice, it was hard to ignore you. “LEMME TELL YOU A LITTLE SOMETHIN’…” You grinned widely as at least a dozen people listened.



“THE REASON WHY I’M UP HERE YELLING MY HEART OUT IS BECAUSE…” you looked deeply into his eyes, staring into his soul as though you thought it would make the message clearer. “I LOVE HIM WITH ALL OF MY HEART. HE MAY NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME BACK BUT I’M TEACHING HIM! I HOPE HE DOESN’T GET MAD WHEN I GET OFF OF THIS THING. SO, WITH THAT SAID, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!” You bowed and jumped into Subaru’s arms. You planted kisses all over his face without any warning.

Suddenly, before you could leave, a nice old couple approached you. “Ah, young love,” the man sighed, “you better keep her close, pretty boy!” He good-naturedly told Subaru. His wife continued. “Such brave girls like that? Well, they only come once in a lifetime. Hope you dearies live long together!” They turned away and left you two in thought.

“Huh,” you brushed the hair away from Subaru’s face, “you know what?” You placed your forehead on his. You happily realized that your breaths were in sync, your eyes were staring longingly at one another and, in that moment, you were sure that your souls intertwined into one. “I really hope so, too…”

Pregnancy Series #18 ~ Baby Shower

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Niall ~ 

Theme: Bumble Bees (unknown gender)

Cake: “Niall, you need to leave,” Liam’s girlfriend said, trying to walk him to the front door. “I told you: it’s only girls.”

“But I want cake, and I want to see the cool stuff we got,” he whined, holding onto the doorframe so he could stay in the room longer as she tried to push him out. 

“Niall James Horan, right now,” she said sternly. Sensing his distress, you walked over to him and brushed the hair away from his face. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pushing him the rest of the way out the door.

“I’ll save you some cake, now go. I love you,” you said, and he finally left, allowing Liam’s girlfriend to shut the front door of her home. You, along with Niall and the other girls, had flown home for the shower. You would be staying home now that your due date was closer, but Niall had to fly back to attend the last month and a half of the tour. 

“Save me some candy, too!” you heard him yell from outside. You laughed, and turned to finally take in the decor of the room that your boyfriend had distracted you from. There were yellows and whites everywhere, and the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You really appreciated the small, yet still amazing, party the girls had thrown for you. 

“First game?” Louis’ girlfriend asked, wiping the frosting from a cupcake off her chin. You all nodded as she began to explain it. “Okay, so we’re going to have a diapering race. Each player gets a doll, a blindfold and diapers. You have to wear the blindfold, and whoever puts the diaper on the doll the fastest wins. Simple enough?” 

The first half of you sat on the floor in a circle. Someone helped you down safely and tied the blindfold around your head so you couldn’t see a thing. As soon as Harry’s girlfriend yelled ‘go’, the room was filled with cheers of encouragement and victory. You ended up coming in fourth out of six, with the diaper lopsided on the plastic doll. Lesson learned: you need practice on wrapping diapers.


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Zayn ~ 

Theme: Shabby Chic

You folded a cute little sweater you had just received as a gift from a family member and stuffed it back into the bag along with the blanket and stuffed bear.  

“Ready Y/N?” you heard Safaa yell from across the room somewhere.

“I’m not sure for what…but yeah okay,” you chuckled when suddenly she came out of the kitchen with Zayn, holding a massive cake in their hands. Your jaw dropped as they set the intricately decorated dessert on the table in front of you. Ribbons of frosting in pastel colors coated the outside, and on the top sat a pair of edible pink baby booties.

“Guys! Oh my god! This….this is so, so beautiful!” you said ecstatically as you looked at the amazing creation in front of you. Trisha put her hands on your shoulders and smiled as she leaned down to give you a kiss on your cheek.

“I knew you’d love it,” Waliyha grinned while standing beside you. She handed you a knife and you held it in your hand, not doing anything with it.

“It’s so pretty, how are we supposed to eat it?!” you questioned as you whipped out your phone and snapped a picture.

“Trust me Y/N, you’ll wanna try it…it’s red velvet with bananas and strawberries, your favorite,” Safaa smiled while grabbing the knife from you grasp. She slowly (and painfully for you) cut into the flawless cake and placed a large piece on a plate for you. As she began cutting another large piece for someone else you began to eat yours. She was right: it was delicious, the best cake you’ve ever eaten. Zayn came beside you and sat in the chair next to you.

“Are you having fun?” he asked as he began to eat his own slice. You nodded without looking at him, but put your hand on his knee in a loving way.

“I love you, Zayn,” you said, putting a speck of frosting onto his nose. He scrunched up his eyes and attempted to lick the icing from his skin.


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Liam (his pov) ~

Theme: Teddy Bears

I smiled, watching my wife, who was sitting between our mums and my sisters, gushing over a gift she had just unwrapped. She held up the set of baby bottles from one of her school friends, and went onto the next colorfully wrapped box.

Her dad came up behind me and put his rather large, and scary, hand on my shoulder. I turned an smiled, receiving a small grin in return. “I’m glad she’s happy with you,” he began. “I was worried when we first found out about her, uh, situation; that she wouldn’t find a man to accept her baggage. I thank God everyday for you, son.”

I looked around at the room decorated in blues and browns. Her mum had gone all out, taking advantage of the high budget we had set. I nodded with a huge smile, calm knowing her dad approved of me, even after many years of us being together. 

“Are you excited for your son?” he asked, looking at his daughter, the love of my life. She now had an adorable stuffed lion cuddled to her chest as she laughed at something her mum said. 

“You have no idea,” I told him. He really didn’t, since no one knew of my ‘situation’, as he had put it. We had avoided telling anyone about my fertility issues, and left it to what they already knew. 

“She’s doing okay? She doesn’t open up much to me or her mother. Her mum worries,” he chuckled lightly, sticking his hands into his pockets. 

“She’s brilliant. Excited. There are moments that are hard her- for the both of us, but we pull through,” I explained. He nodded slowly, his gaze focused on the girls. 

“Just take care of her, yeah? Her and that baby you’re getting,” he said, a stern look of his face.

“Don’t worry, sir,” I say. As he walked away to see her reaction to opening the present he and his wife bought her, I whispered, “she’s my world.” 


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Harry ~

Theme: Cirque Du Bebe (pink and yellow circus)

You finished opening up the last gift, a blanket with Styles monogramed on the corner, that one of your best friends had given you when Harry loudly cleared his throat. He grinned, showing all his pearly whites, as he stood up in the center of the room. 

“Harry, no,” you pleaded, knowing he would probably start telling the lame jokes that you secretly loved in front of all your friends.

You felt you cheeks turn pink as he began, “I’d like to say a few things to my gorgeous wife, Y/N: You are the love of my life, and I’m beyond happy that I get to start a family with someone as amazing as you. I don’t know why you stay when I’m off on 8 month tours and when I’m home, I have to be at the studio all day….and I know that’s hard. I just want to thank you for that, because I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t at home waiting for me. And now I’ll have this beautiful baby girl waiting for me too,” he said. All your guests awed at his sweet words, and your cheeks turned a deep red. 

He bent down so he was level with you since were sitting on a chair and placed his hands on your baby bump. “I love you and can’t wait to see her tiny face,” he chuckled softly before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to yours, your eyes tearing up as he pulled away. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

“No, thank you,” he pulled away and grabbed your hand to pull you to your feet.

"I love you so much Harry,” you grinned while placing your arms around his neck. 

He rested his forehead onto yours, “love you too,” he muttered, kissing your lips once more. “Oh! One more thing, sorry. Thanks to whoever got us the baby fedora! Love it! Now for the cake!” he said as he sat beside you and shoved a forkful into his mouth.


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Louis ~

Theme: Jungle

“Okay time for my present!” Louis said happily as he stood up and grabbed the massive box from the back of the pile. He slid the perfectly wrapped gift in front of you and you smiled, having a good idea of what it was.

“You’re gonna love it,” he smirked. You smiled shyly, stood up from your seat so you could reach all the way around. You slid your fingers under the green paper and began to tear gently. 

“Get on with it, yeah!” Phoebe, Louis’ sister laughed from your side. You turned and stuck your tongue out at her childishly. You sped up the ripping process before you received another comment until a small part of the picture began to show. Louis stood over you, smirking with his fingers playing with his lower lip. You looked up to him with your mouth slightly agape in surprise. 

“No freaking way!” you exclaimed at the sight of the picture of the bassinet you had been dreaming of getting for months. Flashes went off all your friends and family’s cameras as your face lit up. Johanna had given you the tip that, obviously, it was best to keep the babies in your room for the first few months, and they would sleep better for the firs few weeks if they were beside each other. This wooden bassinet was large enough for two babies to fit comfortably but small enough to fit beside you bed. Plus it rocked!

“Louis! I can’t believe you bought this!” you beamed as you jumped up and down the best you could. You nearly leaped into his waiting arms and gave his a long kiss on the lips. 

“Of course I was gonna buy it for you; It’s all you’ve been talking about since ages ago,” he chuckled as he held you close, pecking your lips quickly as you leaned up to him. 

You quickly went back to the huge box, “ah! I can’t wait to see the boys in it,” you smiled as some of your friends got up to come and take a look. 

“I’m just gonna go put it together really quick, I’ll tell you when you can come see it yeah?” Louis smirked as Liam and him moved the box into the house. You sat anxiously at the table for what seemed like hours with your baby shower guests (it was only about 45 minutes, as Lottie told you later) until finally Louis happily leaned out the back door. 

“Ready?” he questioned, and you began nodding your head instantly. Fizzy grabbed your hand to pull you up and followed you into the house. Louis grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs to your bedroom. You looked to your side of the bed  laid eyes on the perfectly placed dark wood bassinet. 

“It’s looks so good!” you squealed as tears started to begin forming quickly in your eyes. Louis’ arms made their way to your waist and he softly kissed your forehead. 

“How about we show everyone else then?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at you as he grabbed your hand reassuringly once more. 

“Yes- Jay! Girls! Come on up!” you yelled excitedly as you listened for the heavy footsteps of your relatives and friends. 


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Prompt : Cat always had a crush on Indiana Jones (because....duh...) but since she knows her she has a crush (and maybe more) on Kara... The problem is at the Halloween Party at CatCo Kara comes dress as Indiana Jones (with the hat and everything) ! How can she resists now ?

I’m working my way through some really old prompts while my WIPs sit on the back burner as RL keeps me so busy.  So thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

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Kara rang the doorbell as she adjusted her costume.

Her dusty brown pants sat across her hips, held in place by a large buckled leather belt.  On one hip sat a plastic hunting knife in a leather holster and a 30’s replica pistol was tucked into the back of the pants.  Dark brown hiking boots gave her a couple extra inches of height.

Her khaki colored button down gaped open across her collarbones.  She may have left a couple extra buttons unfastened.  After all, Indy always looked so wonderfully disheveled when hanging from airplanes and racing jeeps across the desert.  She was going for authentic, after all.  If a bit of her cleavage peeked out where that third button would normally sit, it was all in the name of realism.  The effect was slightly enhanced by the real live bullwhip that coiled over her shoulder, across her broad back and settled between her breasts.

She removed her fedora to brush back a couple of stray hairs and was just replacing it at a rakish angle across her forehead when the front door flew open and a tiny Superman stood on the other side.

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