FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN’T SEEN THE BEAUTY THAT IS THE BOOTLEG, HERE ARE SOME CUTE MOMENTS also I don’t mention every song because some of them are still amazing songs but not any different on stage
Anybody Have a Map?: Evan tells this whole story before the song starts about how he had the perfect chance to talk to Zoe but he was worried his hands were sweaty so he tried to dry them under a bathroom hand dryer and now they were warm AND sweaty and it’s really funny and cute. Also, when you meet Connor and his dad and Zoe go “He’s probably high / he’s definatley high” Connor yells “FUCK YOU” and lays his head on the table and his mom says “Oh he isn’t high” and he just slowly looks up and theres a really awkward silence before she yells “I DON’T WANT YOU GOING TO SCHOOL HIGH, CONNOR”
Waving Through A Window: Before this song Connor shoves Evan down because Jared called Connor a freak and Evan laughed about it. That’s about it for this song, the rest was just as it was on the soundtrack. There is a part, though, when Connor signs his cast, where he asks how Evan broke his arm and when Evan tells him he fell out of a tree Connor laughs and says “Well that’s just about the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
For Forever: When he says “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and I say, me too!” He points at nobody like he’s talking to Connor
Sincerely Me: When Connor says “I rub my nipples and start moaning in delight” he starts VICIOUSLY rubbing the front of his jacket and he throws his head back and keeps his mouth open the whole time Jared and Evan talk. And then before Evans part he’s freaking out and Jared is trying to calm him down and Evan goes “I’M NOT HYPERVENTALATINGDear Connor Murphy, yes I also miss our talks” and then later when Connor sings “Dear Evan Hansen, thanks for every note you send!” He’s play punching Evan and then Evan sings “Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend!” But he’s anxiously trying not to touch Connor and is just squatting and looking so anxious
If I Could Tell Her: Evan doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he keeps trying to rub the sweat off on his pants and I relate
Sincerely Me, Reprise: THIS A SONG NOT ON THE SOUNDTRACK SO I’LL EXPLAIN it’s a song where Jared is trying to write more emails and he tries to make it look like he was also friends with Connor but Evan interrupts him like “Um, no no no” and is really rude to him about it but there’s lines like “You know that guy at school, Jared Kleinman? THAT TOTALLY COOL JARED KLEINMAN”
To Break In a Glove: Connors dad says “You’re dad must be proud of you” and Evan says “Yeah, he is” before saying “I don’t know why I said that, my dad left when I was seven, I’m not his priority.” And Connors dad looks so heartbroken for him
The other songs are really good and they do so well on stage (it’s broadway so duh) but they’re more intense than cute and they don’t have moments not in the soundtrack that much. Hey, message me for the link so you can see the moments I didn’t mention
haha i had this ready yesterday but had no idea how to end part 3 so iDKK UUH haha
anyway (tw for death mentions and a somewhat violent stabbing but its not in detail so idk)
- lance is like not oKAY and he’s trapped in that room all day and he’s been hearing voices in the hallway outside the door, he think’s he’s going to be executed or something but thankfully no
- a mysterious galra (THE ONE FROM THE WEBLUM) unlocks his door and silently leads him to an escape pod !!11!! he’s eternally thankful
- he crashlands on a desert planet and it’s fvckkin hot there
- he finds a city of different aliens and he’s stared at, (i mean he looks pretty beat up) until someone takes pity on him and takes him to her house
- she offers a bath and she makes him soup while he gets dressed (he gets like capri khaki pants and a black tank top, and a crappilly sewn sweater made of ace bandage like material, although it’s so hot he rarely needs it)
- they talk while lance eats and she patches him up. once lance decides this woman is pretty trustworthy he tells her only a little about the galra
- she tells him lots of people in the city are prison escapees from the galra or even galra refugees, and that his fake eye might be a camera as well, he’d better find a doctor to take it out and replace it or something
- she lets him stay with her while he tries to fix the pod (he’s no hunk or pig so it’s taking him a while) (her name is Binne)
- lance likes to play with her children, they remind him of his siblings back on earth, but because his time in the Black Room his perceptions of his friends and family are still warped (he’s still trying to get back to his friends, because he knows something is wrong with him and his friends do care for him and can fix it, even though he’s constantly telling himself that he could just live on this planet forever and his friends hate him)
- he freaks when he sees a galra solider on the streets (they patrol the city, the escapees and refugees hide during their monthly visit) and he think’s they’re here because his camera eye gave away the city
- he takes a nail and jams it into the glass eye, and it cracks, the eye is broken and now he can’t see out of his left eye
- he goes back to the binne’s house and she’s fussing over him because hiS LEFT EYE IS UM WHITE, CRACKED, AND BLEEDING???
- she patches him up and they put gauze over his eye, and he feels bad and then she tells him the galra soldiers always come every month so it wasn’t him who made them come
- he’s relieved, and Binne suggests he gets a job and uses the money to buy ship parts rather than get sunburns everyday while searching for scrap parts in the junkyard
- he works in the market, cleaning spare parts for a grumpy eight armed alien slug, he gets money and any parts that no one buys at the end of the week
- so lance has extra money from his job and he goes to buy some weapons to start training, because if he wants to be a paladin again he’s got to get that fighting skill back
- the only weapon they have is a spear, he wants to be the sharp shooter, but how can he if thERES NO GUNS
- he practices with the spear on a hanging bag of rice (it’s wrapped in cloth but it still rips and he has to sweep it up haha) and is picking it up quickly from his time in the gladiator fights
- one day his ship turns on and now he just needs to figure out how to turn on the radio system and find the castle’s radio
- and then he finds out some shit (also he wears an eyepatch because yes)
There were a lot of things Peter didn’t like doing: laundry;
the dishes; any kind of cleaning, really. But laying on the ground and slowly
bleeding to death from a gunshot wound had just rocketed to the top of the
“Gamora,” he gasped.
“Don’t talk!” She pressed her hands more firmly over the
hole in his shoulder, which ow. “Rocket!” she shouted. “Where are you with the ship?”
Peter didn’t hear what Rocket said in response – his ear
piece had been knocked out when he fell back. But he knew Rocket had taken off
several minutes ago to retrieve the ship, while Gamora had fallen to her knees
by his side to put pressure on the wound. Drax stood a little in front of them, picking
off any of the remaining Sakaraans who hadn’t retreated yet.
“Gamora,” he tried again. His vision was starting to blur,
and he needed to get this out. “I have to tell you –“
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” she said firmly, but he could
see the desperation in her eyes. He’d always loved her eyes.
“I can’t… take the chance,” he wheezed. It was getting
harder and harder to form words.
“Peter, no.” She was still pressing hard onto his wound, but
her voice was unsteady. “You’re not going to die! If you die, I swear I’ll kill
“’Mora,” he said quietly. He had to say this. She already
knew, because Mantis blurted it out, but there was no way he was going to die
without telling her himself. “I love you.”
“Dammit, Peter, shut up, you can’t just say it like this!” she
yelled. “You’re going to be fine!”
He hated to see the pain on her face, but his last thought
before everything faded to black was at
least now she knows for sure.
Things were a lot better when he woke up. He wasn’t in
nearly as much pain, this hospital bed was a lot comfier than the dirt, and
Gamora was still there – with a considerably less agonized expression, which was
always a plus.
She was sitting in a chair pulled up close to his bed, leaning
back slightly with her eyes closed, but he didn’t think she was asleep. She was
holding her sword in one hand, like she was ready to slay someone at a moment’s
He gave himself a few seconds to stare at her and be
thankful he was still alive to do so before he croaked out, “G’mora?”
Her eyes snapped open. “Peter,” she gasped. “You’re up!” Her
relief was clear in every syllable; how long had he been out? It couldn’t have
been that long, since she was still in the same clothes. He could see the blood stains on her shirt.
She sat up in her chair and passed him a cup of water. She
watched him the entire time he drank it, and he’d barely moved it away from his
lips when she took it from him and set it back down.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay,” he said truthfully. They must have given him
something good, because he could only feel the pain in his shoulder when he
moved. “What about the others?”
“They’re fine,” she said. “Actually, I was supposed to call them when you woke up.” She made no move to do so, though. Her eyes kept moving
from his face to his shoulder to the screens monitoring his vital signs.
“Where are we?”
“Nova hospital. That bullet nicked one of your arteries,”
she said. Then she muttered something about fragile Terran biology. Which reminded
him why he was there in the first place, which reminded him of what he’d said
while he was bleeding out.
He wasn’t really sure whether or not he should be sorry for
it – not for saying that he loved her, because it was true and he was pretty
sure she knew it, but just the way he said it. What if she’d thought he only
said it because he thought he was about to die?
“I meant it, you know,” he told her.
“What?” she asked hesitantly, which made him think she had an idea of where he was going.
“When I said I love you.” He made himself look her in the eye,
even though his heart had suddenly decided to lodge itself in his throat. “I
“Oh,” she said, a couple thousand emotions flickering across
“You don’t have to say it back,” he said quickly. “I just
wanted you to know.”
There was something scared in Gamora’s eyes that Peter
wanted to make go away. The truth was, he knew she loved him, and he also knew
that she wasn’t quite ready to say it yet.
“I missed you while I was unconscious,” he said, which
startled a laugh out of her.
“How would you – nevemind.” She shook her head, the fear in her eyes starting to dissipate.
“And I wanna kiss you, but it hurts to move.”
“That sounds like a problem.”
“Baaaaaabe,” he whined, pouting.
She smiled indulgently, standing up so she could lean over
and kiss him. She held the godslayer in one hand and was cupping his face with the
other, and at that moment it didn’t matter to Peter that he was lying in a
hospital bed with a hole in his shoulder; as was always the case when he kissed
her, he felt like could stay there forever.
Alright, so the original idea for this post came from @lancesmiles ‘Alone in Space’ AU, for which you can find the original post here (and also a fic here, which adds a nice soulmate aspect and is pretty damn good in general go read it). But it has… basically nothing to do with that? Whoops. Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about the implications this had for the plot as a whole, so this Needlessly Complicated and Plotty AU Version was born! Have my heavily bullshitted slightly more plausible (hahaha who am I kidding no it’s not) version of this story!
Our story starts when Hunk refuses to sneak out of the Garrison with Lance
Hunk is kinda tired and doesn’t really want to go along with his boyfriend’s bullshit right now, but he kisses his forehead and wishes him good luck, then goes to sleep.
Then, suddenly, the alarm rings, telling everyone to stay inside, the Garrison is on lockdown, this is not a drill.
Hunk jerks awake and then immediately FREAKS OUT.
His boyfriend still isn’t back, he’s definitely getting locked out of the Garrison, in what’s probably a dangerous situation outside.
So he tells the nearest authority figure.
(He hates to rat Lance out, and he knows that Lance is definitely going to kill him for it later on, but this is an emergency)
That authority figure practically shits their pants and relays the information immediately, but by now Lance is already breaking out Shiro/about to get flown off a cliff by Keith, so there’s not much they can do.
Hunk never does see Lance again (or at least not soon), and it takes three days before he hears any news.
Three days later, there is an official announcement from the Garrison that cadets Pidge Gunderson and Lance [insert surname] are officially missing, and presumed dead.
They refuse to disclose why they presume the cadets dead, citing government secrets and claiming that it’s classified information.
None of this comes as a surprise to Hunk, but he’d devastated nonetheless.
He cannot pay attention during the lessons, he stops studying, even eating becomes unappealing. He cries at random moments, when something reminds him of Lance. Which is pretty much everything, by the way. He just has so many memories with him, and he can’t believe that Lance is just… gone. Not even dead, not for sure. Just… gone.
Basically he is exhibiting all classic signs of depression and mourning.
The teachers just kind of leave him alone and cut him some slack, because both of his crewmembers have just disappeared. The students tiptoe around him, because they knew that Lance was his boyfriend.
One of the students, the girl with the dark green hair, sits at his lunch table two days after the announcement, and tells him that if there’s anything she can do for him, he can tell her.
Green Hair Girl is the resident smuggler. She can get everything inside the Garrison, for a reasonable price, of course. Hunk knows this, but isn’t thinking of it at the moment. He thanks her, but assumes that it’s an empty gesture.
During the night of the third day after Lance’d disappearance, after the announcement, Hunk dreams of a powerful robot called Voltron, made out of five robot lions. It’s weird, but he’s grieving right now, so he ignores the dream, and almost forgets it.
Around the fourth day after Lance and Pidge’s disappearance, rumors start circling around the Garrison of a gigantic mechanical lion running around the Garrison, maybe even fighting aliens, but Hunk barely even registers them.
Mainwhile, Lance is at Keith’s shack, getting his mind blown.
“Hey the Kerberos crew got captured by aliens who have taken over the Galaxy, also this dude who thinks he’s hot shit and is totally worse then me (Keith) is claiming that he’s feeling weird energies from the caves in the canyon, and also found weird cave paintings.”
Yeah he’s getting his mind blown. He feels bad about not being able to contact Hunk, but this just kind of. Takes priority.
(He wanted to call Hunk and his family, by the way, to tell them he was okay. But Keith and Pidge vetoed that idea, because they are currently on the run from the Garrison, and there’s no way the Garrison isn’t tapping phone calls right now. Also Keith’s shack has no internet/phone connection, so. There’s that too.)
They all agree that they need to figure out what those carvings are, so they just kind of. Go and wander in the desert, around the area where Keith found those drawings, trying to find the source of them.
It’s inefficient and it takes one and a half days, but eventually they stumble across the cave that Blue is in, and the ground collapses, and Lance rides in a Gigantic Blue Space Lion Warmachine.
It would be more awesome if they didn’t immediately get into a high-stakes fight with the Galra.
The Galra were on the verge of figuring out where the Blue Lion was being held when Shiro escaped, this is canon. So without Hunk’s Geigner Counter to find Voltron, they probably tracked it down just as fast, if not a little faster, then our team. They came down to Earth to pick it up, but got the unpleasant surprise of someone already piloting it.
The battle against the Galra takes place on Earth, mere miles from the Garrison, who get a front-row seat on it.
(Ulaz, who is still on the ship he freed Shiro from, manages to hijack an escape pod and flees to Earth, thinking to contact the Blade’s base from there. Unfortunately for him, his pod gets discovered by the Garrison, who take him in for experimentation.)
(Look I don’t think we ever found out how and when Ulaz escaped the ship Shiro was on so this is as reasonable a possibility as any)
Lance & Co defeat the Galra, and escape to Arus, where they wake up Allura and Coran.
Cue Sendak’s ship and the first battle for Arus. Also the Problem of the Yellow Lion.
Sendak’s ship is still hot on their heels and on its way to destroy Arus and capture Voltron. Allura and the rest of team Voltron need to act quickly.
They do not have a yellow paladin.
Allura can see that all of the others are compatible with a Lion, but without the yellow lion, they can’t form Voltron, or even get the Black Lion out of the Castle. So they’re two lions and a Voltron down.
(Listen, I don’t think anyone else could wake up the Yellow Lion. While someone else might be able to pilot it temporarily, Hunk is its paladin, and he needs to wake it up. He’s not replacable in this case, at least not according to my definition of a Paladin.)
Allura and Coran decide to let the Yellow Lion stay where it is right now, because they believe the area to be save, and also they’re on a time restraint.
(It’s not save, of course. The Galra are close to finding it, even if it’s by accident. But Allura and Coran don’t know that.)
It’s decided that Shiro and Pidge will go find the Green Lion, while Lance, Keith, Allura, and Coran stay behind to work on an attack plan against Sendak.
Shiro and Pidge find and bring the Green Lion to the Castle, Coran locates the Red Lion as inside Sendak’s ship, and they launch their attack.
I really thought about how this battle would work without the Yellow and Black Lions, and especially without Voltron, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it requires a ridiculous amount of tactical planning and luck, but it IS possible to win.
I won’t go into detail on how Sendak was defeated, because that would take forever, but here’s the rundown: Lance distracts Sendak by pretending to give up his Lion, while Pidge, Keith, and Shiro sneak on board. Pidge hooks herself up to the Central Command Center of the ship, and hacks it. Keith goes to find the Red Lion. Shiro was originally going to stay and guard Pidge, but finding out that prisoners are on board changes the plan. He breaks the prisoners out. Pidge hacks in and powers the entire ship down, then gets back to the Green Lion, where she meets Shiro. Keith wins over the Red Lion, and the Red, Blue, and Green Lion, battle the powered down ship, eventually causing it to explode.
(This means that everyone on board is dead. Sendak is dead. This means that he will never break into the Castle, which means that the Balmera Arc won’t happen, because there’s now no reason to find a Balmeran Crystal. It also means that Crystal Venom never happens, and that Alfor’s AI lives happily ever after. Because Pidge never went to search for the prisoners, she doesn’t find and hack Rover.)
(I REALLY wanted to work Shay into this AU, but I honestly couldn’t think of any way to do that without it just being a whole lot of unnecessary filler, so. No Shay. Sorry.)
Back at the Garrison, Hunk gets a call from Lance’s family, and realizes that, actually? He isn’t okay with the Garrison’s vague explenation.
Hunk’s family already called him to send their condolences, but hearing Lance’s siblings ask him where their brother REALLY is feels rawer, and fills him with anger.
He realizes that these little kids have the right idea. Where IS Lance?
‘Presumed dead’, but why?
Lance’s parents take over the phone from the siblings, apologizing for their behavior, but also adding that they haven’t gotten any additional information from the Garrison either, and yeah. That’s shady.
Hunk hangs up, filled with questions and rage. A part of him also feels determined. He has a mission now. Figuring out what happened to his crewmates, and, most importantly, his boyfriend.
Naturally, he tries to go through the appropriate motions first, asking the Garrison and even Iverson himself what really happened to his friends. Nobody gives him any answers, but they let out that they do know, or at least have more information that they are giving him.
So the natural conclusion is to build a bug to listen in on Iverson and any other Garrison Autority Figures.
Building an undetectable bug isn’t actually all that hard for Genius Engineer Hunk, but he is missing a vital piece of technology that he just can’t get in the Garrison.
So he asks Green Smuggling Girl for help. Smuggling Girl is suprised at the request, but admits she knows how to get her hands on it. She doesn’t want to know what Hunk is planning on doing with it, since she’s pretty sure that it’s highly illegal and maybe treason, but she did say that she’d help him if he needed it, so. She helps him.
She gets to him a week later, and tells him that his seller is refusing to give her the technology without meeting Hunk first. Hunk is suspicious, but goes. He meets the seller in the desert, after sneaking out of the Garrison during the middle of the day. Lance gave him a lot of practice.
And guess who the seller is?
Colleen Holt, that’s who.
Let’s not pretend that she’s not a technical genius too. She definitely is, and is very much not happy with the Garrison refusing to give her any information about her husband and son disappearing, and has now also lost her only daughter. She is, rightfully, pissed. So when Smuggler Girl contacted her with the request for a piece of Vital Technology To Create A Bug With, she saw that a likeminded soul must be trying to listen in on the Garrison, and wanted to meet him.
Hunk gets that story, and his mind is blown, of course (Pidge Gunderson = Katie Holt? Gonna need some time to process that, thanks). He asks if there’s any way to help her.
Of course there is. Colleen built a hacking device that, if plugged into Iverson’s computer, could gain her access to the entire Galaxy Garrison’s Database. If Hunk can plug that into Iverson’s computer, they’re set.
Hunk takes the device, and decides to forgo the bug, because this will give him all the information he’ll ever need. He says goodbye to Colleen and promises to meet her again in a week, at this exact spot.
On his way back into the Garrison, he purposefully gets himself caught sneaking back in, and while he waits in Iverson’s office for him to show up, he plugs in the device.
Now it’s the waiting game until next week.
On Arus, the first Robeast attacks, and Team Voltron is forced to flee. Arus, consequently, is doomed.
Everything pretty much goes as it does in canon with Team Voltron, until the first Robeast attack.
Listen. I really thought about this. Really, really thought about it. But there’s simply no way to beat this Robeast without Voltron. They need the sword and shield. There’s no way they can beat it with just three lions. No. Way.
The Lions manage to hold the Robeast off long enough for Allura and Coran to evacuate the Arusians to the Castle, and to power it up so that it can flee the planet. It’s a hellish battle, though, and the Lions retreat as fast as they can. The Robeast can’t follow them into space, so it keeps rampaging on Arus. It’s not safe for the Arusians to return to their planet, at least not for the forseeable future.
Mainwhile, the Galra have found the Yellow Lion, and have taken it. Allura and Coran see the Lion move its location, and deduce the cause.
They’re all in space now, with the entire population of Arus on their ship, tasting the bitterness of defeat, seeing the Yellow Lion taken by the Galra, and really feeling the painful absense of the Yellow Paladin. They need one. Now.
But they don’t have one, so they decide on the next best thing: capture the Yellow Lion back from Zarkon, and hope that they can find a Paladin for it in the near future.
During this time, Lance really begins to feel the homesickness. Prior to this, everything had been going so fast he barely had time to process it, but now… they all have plenty of time to think about the things they don’t have. And every time Allura explains the core traits of the Yellow Paladin (caring and kindness), he thinks back to Hunk, and feels his heart ache.
Hunk never gets to meet Colleen in the desert a week later. The device is discovered, and Hunk gets expelled from the Garrison.
Hunk isn’t all that surprised that he was discovered. Stealth has never been his forte.
Iverson found the device in his office a couple of hours after dealing with Hunk, and figures out that he put it there. Frankly, Hunk is lucky that the Garrison isn’t pressing charges.
Hunk lies and claims that he invented the device himself, so that Colleen stays out of shot.
Hunk gets no time to pack his stuff, but is escorted out of the Garrison and to the airport immediately. His belongings will get sent to him later, and he’s going on a plane to his family and out of the country immediately.
“Fuck that,” said Hunk.
On the airport, he pretends that he has to pee, and calls the number Colleen gave him in case of an emergency. Then he pulls the airport’s fire alarm, creating enough chaos to slip away from his guard permanently.
He waits for Colleen on the location they agree upon, and gets taken to her home, where she shares the information she was able to gather from her short time in the Garrison’s systems.
She gathered the following:
There’s no evidence of a crash anywhere on Kerberos, but she already knew this; Katie told her.
Pilot Takashi Shirogane crashed back on Earth not too long ago, in strange clothes, with a scar on his nose, a changed hairstyle, and an advanced robot prosthetic. He was rambling about aliens, and taken into quarentine.
He was broken out of quarentine by cadets Lance and Pidge, as well as former cadet Keith.
There was a straight-up alien fight days later. The Garrison is just as confused as they are.
They captured an alien, and are currently experimenting on him, to see what the actual fuck is going on.
Hunk and Colleen discuss what to do, and decide that, obviously, the next logical step is to break out that alien, so that they can figure out what the actual fuck is going on themselves.
Operation: Free Ulaz, Get To Space, Represent the Human Race.
Thanks to Hunk’s and Colleen’s combined technical skills, Ulaz’s rescue goes relatively smoothly.
Ulaz, because he figures that he has no choice but to trust these people, and also they DID just rescue him, tells them about the Galra, the Blade, and Voltron.
Hunk suddenly remembers that weird dream he had a while ago. He tells Ulaz about it. Ulaz figures out that it correlated with the awakening of the Blue Lion, and lowkey freaks out. The only reason that could’ve possibly have happened is if this kid was a Paladin of Voltron. Holy shit. They need to get him to space ASAP.
Hunk is more than fine with this, because it means that he gets to find Lance. He figured out that Lance was probably involved in the whole Voltron thing, and this is the easiest way to finding him again.
Colleen also wants to go into space, because she’ll be damned if she lets her daughter fight this fight alone.
Ulaz gets to The Blade’s Mysterious Connections To Earth (As Evidenced By The Fact That Keith’s Mom Was On Earth Once) That Conveniently Have Communications And A Pod Ready For Space.
The communication with the rest of the Blade informs Ulaz of the recent capture of the Yellow Lion by the Galra. The Blade orders him not to interfere, because they deem it too dangerous. Ulaz says “Fuck that” and begins loading the pod.
(I can’t decide if I want Colleen to come with them into space or if I want the pod to conveniently have only two seats. I’m gonna go with the second option for now, because I can’t figure out a proper role for Colleen in space.)
Hunk and Ulaz say goodbye to Colleen, who promises to fuck over the Garrison as much as possible, and set course for the Galra ship with the Yellow Lion, basically praying to God that Hunk’s its paladin.
Team Voltron launches an attack on the Galra ship holding the Yellow Lion at approximately the same time.
Their plan of attack is essentially the same as last time: Lance distracts, Pidge sneaks in and hacks, Keith helps with distracting.
Only now the Galra are prepared, and Pidge gets caught. Lance goes in to rescue her, but gets caught in the progress. Keith is having a really, really hard time holding off the fleet, even with the Castle helping him. Everything looks doomed.
Then Hunk and Ulaz arrive, and use the ongoing battle as a distraction, sneaking in. They manage to reach the hangar where the Yellow Lion is held. The Blue Lion is being towed in just now, and the Green Lion is being secured. They notice little spots of what they assume to be the Lion’s Paladins on the other end of the hangar. They can’t make out who they are.
They decide that the best course of action is to have Ulaz act as a distraction, trying defeat the guards so that the other paladins can get to their Lions, while Hunk sneaks up to the Yellow Lion to see if he’s its paladin.
Lance and Pidge, mainwhile, are miserable, watching their Lions get towed in, certain that they’ll be killed soon and that all of this was for nothing. Lance is absolutely convinced that he is never going to see Earth, his family, or Hunk ever again, and is mentally apologizing to all of them. Pidge is doing essentially the same, only with her own family and her mom especially.
Then, suddenly, some Galra starts attacking the other Galra soldiers. They don’t know what is going on, but they know that the guards are distracted enough for them to fight back.
In the middle of their fight with the guards and their struggle to get to their Lions, they see something incredible.
The Yellow Lion’s forcefield drops.
Hunk has reached the Yellow Lion, and it drops its forcefield. Hunk has no time to process it, and runs inside to pilot it, giving Lance and Pidge, whom he still can’t recognize, time to get to their lions. He then picks up Ulaz, and they all make a hasty escape from the Galra ship.
It isn’t until Hunk hears Lance’s voice over the comms that he recognizes him, and he nearly gives Lance a heart attack, screaming so loud.
Hunk lands in the Castle of Lions, the four Lions manage to get the Black Lion out.
The moment Hunk gets out of his Lion, Lance tackles him and has a serious competition with Hunk to see who is going to squeeze the other to death the soonest. Also kisses. Lots of kisses.
Because of Ulaz’s presence, the Team learns about the Blade a season early, speeding things up significantly, and altering the plot permanently, if it hadn’t been altered already.
BUT WHO CARES LANCE AND HUNK ARE REUNITED.
Pidge is also completely baffled, because. Hunk. How did you get up here in the first place? Why do you know my real name? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MET MY MOM
Lance seconds the ‘how the hell did you get here’ but. He doesn’t care. He’s just happy to see his boyfriend again.
Hunk is beside himself and doesn’t want to let go of Lance ever.
Unfortunately they still need to form Voltron so that they can defeat the Galra fleet, so they get back into their lions, form Voltron, kick Galra ass, have a victory party with the Arusians.
Hunk and Lance don’t let go of each other for the rest of the day, and the real battle against Zarkon can begin.
A Moana au that I couldn’t get out of my head for Malec. Thought it would be nice to share. Moana is Isabelle. Maui is Magnus. Te Fiti is Alec.
There once was a god who saved a mortal. That mortal was cast away by his mother when his eyes glowed gold and sparks appeared at the wave of his hands. She threw him into the ocean but the god saved him and taught him how to use his powers. The mortal was bestowed with immortality and became the world’s heroic demigod. With both beings immortal, it gave them limitless time so with the power of the god and the powers of the demigod, they created the world that before was only sea and one small island. The two made more islands, seasons, and food. The demigod battled the evil beings, protecting and providing for humans while the god remained on it’s land always there waiting for the demigods return as they gave life to the world.
With time and care the two fell in love. It was said that their first kiss caused an explosion of stars as the world glowed with their love. For a millennia they loved and cared for humans but the more they helped the more humans started to request. Now the humans believed that the love of the two could create anything imagined and those with hearts of black sought to take it for themselves.
One human, the evilest of them all, created a spell that made her able to control the demigod and made him steal the heart of the god. With the god’s heart stolen a great lava demon was created and now guards his god’s resting place as the world started to decay. The great demigod was free’d from the evil humans spell when he felt his lover’s heart break, now heartbroken and devastated by what he’d done.
He exiled himself and cast his lover’s heart away, now lost and broken with the love of his life gone. More monsters and terrifying creatures were left to swim free and far, the demigod no longer there to protect humans. For centuries the heart was lost, being carried and protected by the ocean who waits to find the one who can return the heart; the one who can help start to heal the broken world.
The ocean has always called her, sang to her, whispered for her to come. Finally she answered.
Isabelle knew what to do, what needs to be done. “Let them come to me please.” The ocean parts and then the lava demon is crawling to her, digging and scrambling. “I know who you are.” The words are whispered through the air. She begins to walk to them and the ocean lifts her up onto a high rock. The lava demon is a mere foot away from her when they start to slow, stopping before her as the two stare. Isabelle smiles and closes her eyes as she leans her forehead to theirs. “I know who you are.” The creature’s molten hot skin cools and blackens as their foreheads touch and then Isabelle lifts the glowing red stone to fit perfectly into it’s chest.
Magnus gasps far behind them from the rock he collapsed on as he watches the menacing being begin to blossom and change. What was once an immense being of lava and anger was now a smaller but tall man finally whole in a Sarong that bloomed with life who kneeled before Isabelle on the rock they stand on. The man pulls back and stands causing Magnus to let out a sob. “Alexander.”
“Magnus.” The god smiles, a small sad smile as he turns to see his love. The ocean gently rises around Isabelle and the god to carry them to Magnus. The god slowly walks the short distance on the large rock to the man he loves, Isabelle remaining where she was put down to give the two some semblance of privacy. The demigod has his eyes squeezed shut with tears freely falling as he lays on his back shaking with silent fear. He doesn’t want to face the love of his life who he hurt, who he betrayed. He doesn’t think he would survive.
The god sighed fondly but still sad knowing the harmful thoughts his love has running around his head. “Magnus it-” Magnus shakes his head violently. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! If I could rewind time and end that evil woman’s life I would, I would do anything to never have done that horrendous and unspeakable thing! I could never ask for forgiveness my lo-” he chokes on the unfinished word and his arm is thrown over his face for some form of cover.
Magnus can feel his love near him, his gaze almost a physical presence on him. It makes his throat tighten as if he’s being strangled, his heart in agony that’s still broken but hopeful. He deserves this. “Just say the word and i’ll leave you in peace. I’ll stay as far away as possible to keep you from any further harm I could cause you.”
The god sits with his legs crossed near Magnus’ head, the action causing Magnus to flinch away but his head still twitches trying to turn and get closer to the familiar warmth that he thought was lost to him forever. “Well that would be counter productive my soul. Leaving would be the most harmful thing you could do. Dramatic as always.” Magnus shakes his head again in refusal. It can’t be this easy, so quick to be forgiven. “Why do you deny this? You knew I always ached for you when you were not by my side. I missed you, have still missed you even now just as I still love you.” The god lets a hand gently brush away some of Magnus’ tears away then moves to stroke his cheek. Magnus has always been weak to his touch and presses further into the gods palm.
“Now please let me see those lovely eyes I missed and let go of the past we cannot change.” The god curls forward to rest their foreheads together. “There is no need to ask forgiveness when there is nothing to forgive because this was not your fault. This I will remind you until the universe ends if I must.”
When Magnus finally gains enough courage to open his eyes as he latches on to Alec’s hand; his Alexander, his love, his soul, his heart. Magnus lifts himself up to cry into Alexander’s neck as apologies, I love you’s, and I missed you’s spill from his lips.
The two remain close together finally reunited after so long apart; their broken hearts slowly healing as their love grows and strengthens. Isabelle watches in awe as the desolate place the god Alexander used to rest is restored by green lush plants that sprout like a wave washing over it. The dark feeling of decay is replaced by warm life; the world is at peace again.
You asked for prompts, but you know all I ever want is comicsverse Matt/Foggy doin' the do. *is predictable* Maybe after Foggy comes back from witness protection? (IDK what you'd do with Milla there, she doesn't seem like she'd be comfortable with an open relationship but maybe there's a Foggy clause in her and Matt's prenup.) Or whenever! <3
After, when the crying’s all done, Matt has trouble letting go of Foggy. Physically, not metaphorically. He holds on to Foggy’s wrist (thinner than before) when he’s talking. They sit on the sofa, and Matt presses their thighs together. He hugs Foggy another seven or eight times and has to be told to let go. When Becky and Dakota finally crest the wave of relief and joy threatening to drown all of them and they start teasing Foggy about his moustache, Matt’s fingers actually twitch against his leg.
“I want to feel,” he says, taking Foggy’s giggling face in his hands and thumbing his upper lip.
The waterpark was the greatest place in the world next to
the ocean, in your mind. You bounced from one area of the park to another,
dragging along whoever could keep up with you. You, Sam, Nat, and Wanda did one
slide after another. Bucky opted out and you didn’t need to ask why. He’d
already fallen to his death through the cold once before, and he wasn’t really
a fan of having the floor drop out from under you and being dropped into ice
cold water. However, he and Steve did wait at the end of each slide for you.
Once you made Steve go with you, and Nat waited with Bucky just so Steve could
experience the best (in your opinion) that the 21st century had to
You ate lunch with the lot of them, sitting in the shade
with a sub sandwich in your hand and your feet in the water of a kiddie pool.
Bucky and Sam sat on either side of you, throwing banter over your head at each
other. You grinned through your food and caught sight of Bruce, Thor and Tony
coming toward you. You waved as they got closer.
Notes: This is the first part Im doing in a series called “Just like their daddies” Its all about Mickey and Ian as fathers or Mpreg. Fluffy and cute. Please send in requests!
It had started as a normal day, Mickey had woken up at 7:30 am when Ian was getting ready for work and missed him goodbye before closing his eyes and began a peaceful sleep. He was 3 weeks from the due date and he was huge and the pregnant had been slightly high risk so the doctor had demanded bed rest.
It had been 11 am when Mickey woke up again, this time sweat running all over him and the bed sheets, he had quickly gotten up and got into the shower to wash himself, the nice hot water felt good and relaxing on his body. When he had gone back to lay in bed he was faced with wet bed sheets and was stuck with changing them. This would be an easy Job if he was as tall as Ian, but as he was much shorter and Ian was the one who always changed the sheets because Mickey hated it, if it were up to Mickey there would be no bottom bed sheet, but it wasn’t up to him, so there was. Now with saying all of that Ian had put the bed sheets on the top shelve, way way to high for Mickey reach on his own. He had given up trying to reach them and got the ladder, something he wouldn’t be telling Ian.
He had just gotten the sheet from the top shelve when it happened, he had lost his balance and fell, horribly. Before he knew what was happening he was laying on the floor, in blood, tears running down his face. He was lucky enough to have his phone on him, not bothering to call Ian or text Mandy, just calling 9-1-1.
“Please help me, I’ve fallen and I think I lost my baby”
Quiet sobs left Mickey mouth as the words left his mouth. What was Ian going think? He was going to be so fucking angry. Did he lose the baby? Is she okay? So many fucking thoughts.
“Where is he?! Where is my husband?” Ian yelled running through the hospital. He had gotten a call that became life changing, he was having a good day. He had a break through with one of his longest kids, he had been doing amazing work and today it finally happened and Ian couldn’t have been happier. It was just after lunch when he got the call.
“Is this Mr.Gallagher?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“We are calling from Chicago general, your husband has fallen off a ladder and when we got to him there was a lot of blood. We need you to get here as soon as possible”
The rest of what she said Ian didn’t hear, he didn’t hear anything. It was like the sound of the world had gone quiet, like he had lost his hearing. He had tears running down his face, not even knowing the state of the love of his life or his baby. He needed his family to be okay.
“He’s right this way Mr. gallagher, please follow me sweetie” a nurse said to him, trying to calm him down, trying to make him feel like his world wasn’t so close to falling apart, but it was and no one could change that.
“He’s in here, the baby had to come out with an emergency c-section. She’s in another room when your like to see her. Her lungs are still a little under developed so she will be in an incubator for the next few days, possibly weeks. Mickey is still coming out of heavy medication and will be groggy. He will be spending the night but it’s okay, they will both be fine” she finished as they reached the room. Ian opened the door to see Mickey sleeping, wires and machines hooked up to him. Ian hated this.
“Ian?” Mickey called out, his eyes barely opening but open enough to see Ians figure, everything still fuzzy.
“Im here baby” Ian said walking over to the boy in the bed, leaning in and bring his hand up to mickeys forehad before placing a kiss on it and linking their hands together.
“I just wanted to change the bed sheets, im so fucking sorry” Mickey whispered, a few tears falling from his eyes.
“Hey, shh it isn’t your fault. Our baby girl is going to be okay, but you need to be okay too. She’s gonna need her daddy” Ian told him, holding him as close as possible.
“She?” Mickey asked, a small smile playing on his emotionally drained face gave a small smile. They had been saving the gender until the baby was born, neither of them knowing, Ian hadn’t even realized that it was a girl until Mickey said something.
“Yes baby, A girl” He smiled. Ian grabbed the chair and brought it right to the edge of the bed, not letting go on Mickeys hand.
“So you gotta rest and feel better, theres a lot of boys you gotta beat up” Ian smiled and so did Mickey.
“I don’t know how I fell. Im so sorry” He whispered once again, Ian’s heart broke. He knew that Mickey would hold this against himself forever even though he had no reason to think it was his fault, it was an accident.
“You listen to me Milkovich-Gallagher, You lost your footing, it was an accident and none of this is your fault baby, so please don’t hold this against yourself” Mickey once again had tears in his eyes as he listened to Ian, and he just nodded.
“Can we see her?” Mickey asked as the nurse had come in.
“Mr gallagher Can but Mickey you still need to rest, you can see her tomorrow okay?” The nurse told us.
“I don’t want to leave him” Ian said honestly, squeezing his hand.
“Go, shes scared and alone, she needs you okay? Ill be waiting right here when you get back and then Ill be the one who needs you. But go baby” Mickey said, his voice still soft and quiet. The nurse smiled at the two, they were so in love and you didn’t have to be in their lives to see or know that.
Ian gave Mickey a look and Mickey just nodded, at this point they didn’t need words, they just understood by looks and body language that Ian was still unsure about leaving Mickey, but they did.
They took Ian down the hall and up one floor into a room, with a incubator and many wires. Ian felt tears in his eyes. The nurse left him alone in the room as he walked over to their baby. She had ginger hair and was a little tiny, “like Mickey” Ian thought, causing a sad laugh to leave his lips.
“They there babygirl, its your daddy. I know your probably scared right now and your daddies aren’t holding you and you don’t understand anything thats going on but its all going to be okay. You have two dads that will love and protect you every single day. We will love you with everything we have. We just need to find a good way to tell your dad that you have a boyfriend at the age of 17 without him going to jail but I think we can do it. Daddy could’t come right now, he’s still recovering, but he loves you so much, your our beautiful babygirl and I can’t wait to hold you” Ian found himself crying, all he wanted to do was hold his baby and it was still a little early yet.
“How is she?” Mickey asked as soon as Ian walked back into his room. When he looked up Mickey had moved all the way to one side of the bed and patted the free side, asking Ian to come up and lay with him.
“We made it together in your old bed at fi’s I think we can do it here” He laughed. Ian nodded and got into bed carefully with Mickey.
“She has my hair, and shes tiny just like you. I started talking to her and she gave me a small smile. She’s so beautiful” Ian smiled
“You did a good job Mick” Ian added, leaning his head on mickeys shoulder.
“No, we did” Ian smiled at the love Mickey was showing him, after such a scary day this was all he fucking needed, Mickey and his babygirl.
“We need a name” Ian said, looking at Mickey through his eyelashes.
“Charlotte Milkovich-Gallagher?” Ian asked, wanting to know if it sounded okay.
“Its perfect” Mickey said, moving the little that he could to wrap his arms around Ian before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over him. He was going to be okay and so was their baby and that’s all that mattered.
Me, A Richonne Trash:
But.. it was one kiss...in a dank garage...and.. it was after he killed her husband... and... they didn’t even have sex. Right before the kiss the conversation between the two was about a hunch of all the missing people from the group and Jessie says, "tell me there's more," and he kisses her. Right before Rick kisses Lori when they were having a conversation about a hunch to go to the CDC Lori says, "Tell me something with certainty," and Rick replies with, ''I love you.", then Rick and Lori kiss. With Jessie, he goes right for the kiss, he does not say anything. Why didn't he say anything before the kiss? Gee, I wonder why. He liked the idea of going back to normalcy when he arrived in Alexandria. He was completely lost, and Jessie didn’t really help with that. And when he saw her die, it was closure in a way. He never got to get closure with Lori, he never saw her die, he never got the satisfaction of being able to say, “I did everything I could to keep her alive.” Whereas, with Jessie he tried. He didn’t want her to die, but she did. She was like the ghost of Lori, except a blonde one. She literally wore flannel. Y’know who would wear flannel all the time? Lori. She reminded him of Lori. There are way too many parallels between Lori and Jessie that it's too obvious. She might as well had ‘LORI’ written across her forehead, and when he saw Pete put his hand on the small of Jessie’s back he instantly thought of Shane. He would constantly fear back then that Shane would take away his family from him. "What do you want my children to call you, daddy is that it?" "I'm better for Lori, than you, man!" So, he rests his hand on his gun in his holster. Who aimed a gun at him? Shane. Who basically was going to kill him over Lori? Shane. This also happened before he KNEW that Jessie was being abused by Pete. The Shane and Lori thing was never resolved for Rick, and honestly if it didn’t get resolved soon it was going to take over him forever. He brought in all of his inner demons and trauma into Alexandria, and how the hell was he going to move on from it? By projecting Lori into Jessie. He wanted to make sure that she didn’t die, because he feels like he failed Lori by not keeping her alive. “I don’t want you to die.” He says to Jessie, as in, he doesn’t want Lori to die within him just yet. He’s not ready to let go of that part of his life. He still misses Lori, and Alexandria reminds him of her of their old life.<p><b></b> “Lori would’ve liked this place.” he says to Daryl on the porch of their new home. Rick wasn’t ready for Michonne, and neither was Michonne for Rick. She had her own figuring out to do. “What do you want?” A dying Deanna says. “I want this place to work.” “No, what do you want for you?” Michonne has always been focused on protecting people, and moving along to avoid the thoughts of Andre, and her old life. She kept moving to keep her mind off of it. She was afraid to be with someone else so intimately, and open herself up to another man. But who is the perfect man for her to do that? Rick. She opened up to Andrea, to Carl a lot about her old life, and Rick. They brought her back. Michonne brought back Rick by being the best thing for him in his life. She was always there, and he was always there for her. They both just needed to figure out there own trauma. And I think that’s so rad, because as it showed with the Jessie thing..( I wouldn’t even call it a relationship, it wasn’t a fling either, more of a blip, it was not meant to be. just like if lori would have lived, after he already killed Shane, it still would not of worked. Why? Because he killed Shane who was practically his brother.) that the Rick full of loss and full with trauma couldn’t work with anyone, let alone with Michonne. And honestly, Michonne does not deserve that. Without Jessie, and Jessie dying it would’ve taken much longer for Rick to process that trauma, and move on from it into the new world. The new world needs Rick Grimes. And the flashes of Jessie when he sees her dying? It's like Lori dying all over again. "No, No, No". You know what Rick says back at the prison when he finds out Lori is dead? "No, no, no". Except this time he isn't crying, or falling to the ground having a breakdown.. He has to be there for Carl his son. He has to let go of Lori, and he has to hold on to the new world. He has to show the new world to Carl. He can't be stuck in time. He's gotta move on. ''I'm a struggling man, and I've gotta move on'' Beth sings. "I couldn't put it back together," He says to a hallucinated Lori on the phone. The normal Jessie flashes it's Lori alive, the blood Jessie is Lori, and when he has to cut Jessie's arm off.. he's cutting off his old life, he's literally cutting off the guilt and shame he feels for not keeping Lori alive. He's cutting off his old life finally, and moving on with the new. At the beginning of the Richonne episode he's cutting a hole for his belt for it to fit. He doesn't put on his wedding ring. He's making a new life, a new world for Carl, Judith, and himself, and of course his love, Michonne. Rick Loved Jessie? Nah, just projection man. Rick is in love with Michonne, and Michonne is in love with Rick. They are meant to be, they always have been. Richonne found eachother in all of this. "Finding her in all of this was everything." David says to Michonne. Richonne is canon, now. Bye
Has anyone asked you about how weird it is that Adachi pukes at the start of the game, at Mayumi's crime scene? I mean, she can't have been dead more than a day by that point, so he couldn't have been sick at the smell. He acts like a crazed psychopath/sociopath later on, yeah, and there's plenty of opportunity to make him out to be one, but then you have things like that, and it bugs me.
OK, I’ve spoken about that before, so I will again:
Adachi isn’t a *Sociopath*. He acted the way he did during his battle because he’s just lost ALL his marbles when the full weight of what happened hit him. None of what happened during P4 was part of any sort of “elaborate master plan” of his, he never *had* any sort of chessmastering skills, and the only reason he acted like everything was all part of his “game” during his battle was because he was batshit insane at this point and had a delusional breakdown in which he tried to make himself feel more powerful and cool than he actually was.
And before you call me out on reinterpreting the events and making conspiracy theories, Your Honor, I can proudly say…
I have evidence.
So come on, my friends, follow me under the cut for a journey in the footsteps of one of the most pathetic, petty, human people in Persona history: Tohru Adachi.
Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV.
One thing I’ve noticed in the reread of Homestuck I’m doing is that Light players, among all their other dysfunctions, have been characterized as being obsessed with “meaning.” Rose has a minor meltdown over the appearance of Rosesprite, due to her representing a meaningless intrusion into what Rose perceives as a neat, orderly arc to be traced through her Seer powers. Meenah mentions offhand that Aranea could never just do a thing, she had to make everyone aware of the significance of the thing.
Vriska is kind of the odd duck among the heroes of Light. Whereas Aranea and Rose merely place great importance on “meaning,” Vriska seems reliant on it. Her manifestation of the “meaning-obsession” takes the form of her fixation on the concept of relevance. She talks about clawing her way back to relevance, uses it as a cudgel to assert dominance over others, and overall seems to treat it as an end unto itself. She simply must be relevant at all costs. And while one could write this off as just her being a glory-hound, it remains a very peculiar and borderline meta way of expressing herself. I would be inclined to write it off as one of Hussie’s little in-jokes, except for this:
“(VRISKA): It’s terrifying 8eing dead, and having to live through memories forever, and dealing with the fact that nothing really means anything. ”
I think this is a good starting point for thinking about thinking what lies at the root of Vriska’s character, because this is her as she is when she is utterly alone and without defenses. While other characters, notably Karkat, have expressed discomfort with the dreambubbles and the existence they prolong - an eternity of weirdly uncomfortable encounters with other versions of your friends and yourself who might not even have fucked up so much as just succeeded wrong - Vriska is outright frightened by them. She goes far beyond even Rose’s reaction to unwelcome, meaningless phenomenon. Vriska fears a lack of meaning more than anything else in the world. And this meaninglessness is tied to reliving her own memories, recollections of her life.
I think one could make the case that everything Vriska does in the comic, all the identities she cycles through and all the bullshit she engineers for the purpose of self-aggrandizing “relevance,” is an attempt on her part to wrest some kind of meaning from her life. To stave off a feeling of pointlessness that terrifies her. To take it a step further, possibly into the realm of fanfiction, I think shes afraid that theres no reason for her to be alive. And of course the reason for this, like almost everything else in Vriska’s character, comes back to Spidermom.
“I’ve 8asically 8een playing this role as a slave in the food chain my whole life. It is what she selected me to do. ”
Thats how she describes her relationship with her guardian, the only time in the comic she doesn’t evade with vague comments about not really missing the life she left behind. Consider what an existence that must’ve been - going out to collect sacrifices every night, just so she could earn the opportunity to do it again the next. Survival for survival’s own sake. How pointless must that have felt, with no promise of escape? How do you justify such an existence to yourself? No wonder she adopted the persona of her ancestor just to get by. When the villainous Marquise identity fails to hold up after she kills Tavros, she starts justifying her existence through the lens of protecting reality. After her search for the juju peters out following Aranea’s departure, she adopts Meenah’s nihilism as a method of coping. She deals with the fear of meaninglessness by taking an attitude that its okay because nothing matters, lets go on the horse-a-whirl!
As a brief tangent - her mutable sense of self is especially alarming when viewed through the context of her brief incarnation as Tavrisprite. Because, bear in mind that Tavros has so little hatred in his soul that he cant even bring himself to be mean to her while he's gloating. And yet, Tavrisprite somehow produces this outburst:
“TAVRISPRITE: My name? TAVRISPRITE: fUCK, mY NAME, TAVRISPRITE: It’s, nOTHING! TAVRISPRITE: i AM, a STUTTERING, rEPELLENT, uNHOLY……., TAVRISPRITE: a8OMIN8TION!”
“Fuck my name, its nothing"
Between Vriska’s manifold issues and Tavros’ willingness to just submit to adversity instead of resisting, they create something that cannot exist because it has nothing but hatred for itself.
Back to the main point - I think this reading of Vriska as being driven by fears of not having any reason to be alive goes a long, long way to explain a lot of her attitudes. Her cavalier attitude towards her own well being, her cheerful acknowledgement that she’s deserved everything she’s ever had done to her, her vicious hatred of her ghost. Most interesting, however, is the particularly bizarre dickering over what to do with the corpses after the retcon.
“VRISKA: I don’t want to 8e the ar8iter of Eridan’s value as a person 8ecause of the mistakes he’s made! VRISKA: Or Feferi’s or Nepeta’s or Sollux’s or ANY8ODY’S! ”
Vriska honestly comes off as being devious here, but she apparently, legitimately has no ulterior motives for not prototyping the other corpses. Unless we assume that there was some extremely long con in play - which is honestly not how Vriska rolls at all; thats more Terezis wheelhouse - we have to assume that she left them unprototyped for the exact reason she says. She doesn’t want to play arbiter of the relative value of Eridan’s life versus Nepeta and Feferi. Because if Eridan doesn’t deserve to be alive, what does that say about her? Of course she hates her ghost so much - aside from laying bare all the deeply-guarded weakness inside her, (Vriska) is conclusive proof that by all objective measures she should really, really not be alive right now. And to top it all off, (Vriska) has given up on justifying herself to be… happy. Which of course represents nothing but rank selfishness in Vriska’s eyes.
People talk about whether or not Vriska will be “redeemed,” but I’ve sort of stopped thinking in terms like that. There doesn’t seem to be much there to redeem; she’s just broken. She can’t be happy until she settles down, but she can’t settle down until she’s proven that her continued existence has meaning. Her memories are full of mistakes and violence and thousands of dead children and so she’s constantly in search of some monster to slay if only to justify the price of her life. If she can’t do something huge and grandiose to once and for all cement herself as the best forever, maybe she should have just taken a half-gainer into her lusus’ mandibles. How do you redeem someone like that? Hell, how do you punish someone like that?
More than anything, I think her story will involve someone having to stop her from hurting herself in a very existentially terminal fashion. Because bear in mind she’s about to face off with Lord English, and the plans of Serkets are required by universal law to never work. If she can’t beat him, which she can’t, the opportunity to make all the memories and fear and regret go away forever is right there in front of her. All she has to do is stand still and embrace oblivion. Homestuck is 50% callbacks by volume, and I would be unsurprised to see a callback to this:
“TAVRISPRITE: Whoever the fuck you are???????? TAVRISPRITE: mAKE ME STOP 8EING THIS THING!,!,!,!,!,!,!,!,”
Warnings: Lil tiny daddy kink, light spanking, lil bit of teasing here and there
Summary: He’s was your bad boy, and you were his good girl. You had always avoided your mutual feelings towards him for your studies. You two had a study date, and this time, this time he wasn’t going to let you go.
A/N: for @yoonkookgrl because i wanted to !!! this got too long im so sorry im terrible at writing smut so so sorry
You huffed as you left your class. Your professor had given you a B+, when you most certainly should’ve gotten an A! You knew it wasn’t really anything to be upset about, but you just couldn’t help it. You were such a perfectionist when it came to your grades and your work. You had high standards for yourself.
Your friends were jealous of your relationships with your professors. Most of them loved you, and your friends simply dismissed it as you being a nerd. You didn’t mind it though, you knew they were just playing around. You couldn’t really deny it though, you just loved it when you received high marks or got a perfect grade on an assignment. Then again, you were always cooped up in your dorm when all your friends were partying. You longed to hang out with them, but your assignments have been piling up lately, and you haven’t had any down time.
You were walking down the corridor, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly bumped into someone in front of you. You stumbled backwards and almost fell on your ass. Coherent words seemed to fail to come out as you attempted to talk a mile a minute. “I-I am so so sorry! I d-didn’t mean to! I’m really s-sorry! I must be i-in your way, I’ll just-”. Before you could finish your sentence, a hand grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you so you were standing straight.
“Woah, woah, slow down there, princess. Are you okay?” the voice spoke, and you recognized it immediately. No one else called you princess like that. You finally looked up right into the eyes of who you bumped into, and you blushed immediately. “I-I’m fine. You..you can let go now. And I’m not your princess.” You pouted, trying to pull your arm out of your grip. Hoseok only smirked and held you closer.
“Aw, but I’ve missed you, (Y/N). You haven’t been coming out with your friends lately, why’s that?” He asked with genuine interest. His grip loosened a bit, enabling you to slip your arm free, even though you two still stood a little too close for comfort. “I’ve been busy, Hoseok. I actually care about my grades.” You huffed a little impatiently. You had one more class before you could go home and finish your work. You only had two assignments left to finish. Hoseok, being the ‘bad boy’ he is, didn’t spend all of his time studying. Most of the time, he was partying or doing something illegal. Somehow he still managed to pass.
Hoseok let out a laugh and grinned at you brightly. It wasn’t his usual smirk, it was the grin that made you blush and stutter, but nonetheless smile back at him. “You’re such a nerd, princess.” He said and flicked your nose. Then his face lit up with an idea. “Since you’re so smart, could you help me study tonight?”
Your ears perked up at that. Hoseok? Studying? It was hard to imagine. “You want me? To help you study?” You questioned, absolutely shocked at his request.
Hoseok’s hand started twirling a strand of your hair. “Mostly the first part, but yes. I’m kinda sorta failing this one class, and I can’t have that, ya know? You’re in that class. So you should help me.”
You sighed, hoping he didn’t see the blush on your face. “Fine, Hoseok. But no funny business, alright?” You said, poking at his chest. Hoseok pouted and reluctantly nodded. “Not even one kiss?” He said and you laughed and punched him in the arm. It was always like this with Hoseok. Him shamelessly flirting with you, trying to take you out somewhere, and you denying him for your studies. Maybe another time, you would always say.
Although you couldn’t deny your own feelings for the strikingly handsome man.
You decided to flirt back for once, just for the fun of it. “Maybe one kiss, but that’s only if you really study!” Hoseok was taken back by that, and his cheeks flushed cutely. He smiled and pulled you into a hug that lifted you off of your feet. You giggled and squirmed. “P-Put me down! People are looking!”
“Let them look. That way they’ll know you’re mine.” He murmured into your hair and your face turned a bright shade of red. When he finally put you down, his hand lightly brushed against your cheek. It was an intimate gesture, and it made your heart beat faster. “I’ll see you, princess.”
“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you, Hoseok.” You said, walking off to your last class of the day. Hoseok watched your retreating form with adoration. God, if he could hold you like that forever. Hoseok realized at the last minute, that you had let him call you princess for once. As he walked off, he had a big dumb smile on his face, all because of you.
Later on after you had finished your last class, you had decided to head up to your dorm to clean up. Your roommate wouldn’t be back for a while, you had already checked with her. You set up your books and texted Hobi.
You: Bring takeout! I’m starving
Hobi: Anything for you, princess. I’ll be there soon.
You sighed and went to go shower and change your clothes. You didn’t really know what to put on for your study date, so you had opted for a simple baggy t-shirt and some shorts that may have been a little too tight. Then you had thought to yourself, were you about to tease him with these shorts?
You decided yes. It was the least bit of fun you could have. Hoseok always teased you. Calling you princess, swiping your notebook and keeping it out of your reach, lingering touches that had always made you shiver..
Woah. Too far. Contain your urges (Y/N). You sighed to yourself as you tried not to think about the man in ways that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate. Then you heard a knock at the door. You stood on your toes to look through the peephole, and saw Hoseok standing at your door with Chinese takeout. You opened the door and Hoseok greeted you with a smile. “Hey there.”
You let him in and told him to sit down on the couch, in front of the table where your books were set up. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna get my notebook.” As you left the room, Hoseok looked around your dorm. It was just so you. Traces of your roommate, of course, but she was never really around as much as you were. Hoseok shook his head. Always in your room.
Hoseok swore, he would show you the world once you’d let him. Hell, he’d give you the world. He’d been chasing after you since freshman year, and he could tell that you liked him too. But it was always studies first, relationships and fun second. The handsome man sighed. You walked back into the room, notebook in hand. Hoseok had finally noticed your tiny, tight shorts and visibly stiffened.
You frowned as you sat down on the couch. “Hobi? What’s wrong?” You questioned. Hoseok shivered. He loved when you called him Hobi, and you didn’t do it often. But when you did…God. Was he getting hard right here on your couch? Within the first five minutes of being here? He had the urge to hang his head in shame. “I-I’m fine. Just got..chills.” He explained, even though that was the quite opposite.
He’s had the hots for you since forever, and he didn’t know how long he could keep it under control.
“Well then, let’s start!” You said, taking some of the takeout and blowing on it before putting it in your mouth. You had chewed and swallowed before speaking again. “Show me where you need help, Hobi.” There it was again. Hobi. Hobi. Hobi. He could listen to you say it all day. He quickly opened the book before you could say anything else. “A-Ah, chapter eight. I don’t get it at all..”
You two had been at it for about an hour, and all the food was gone. Hoseok was starting to get the gist of it now. You were relieved. Even with Hoseok being a so called ‘bad boy’(with a fear of almost everything), you still didn’t want him failing any of his classes. He was one of your closest friends, and crush.
Not that anybody else would know that.
Sighing, you two decided to take a break, much to Hoseok’s relief.
“Yah, (Y/N)..you wouldn’t have even taken a break if I wasn’t here. Don’t try to deny it either.” The man huffed childishly. You laughed and hit his chest. Just a simple touch like that made his heart rate pick up. God, you looked so pretty when you laughed. His mind started to wander, and eventually he wondered what you looked like when you-
“I guess you’re right, but your studies are important! You want to graduate don’t you?” You scolded, giving him another smile. You threw your legs over his lap, assuming that he wouldn’t mind. And he wouldn’t have minded, if he wasn’t desperately trying to keep himself from getting half hard while he was sitting on your couch trying to study. As much as he wanted to take you right then and there, with your permission of course, he knew studying was important to you.
“Yeah, but what am I gonna get for all this studying?” He pouted, suggesting something. All you did was roll your eyes. “You get to pass.” You answered bluntly. Hoseok whined and pulled at your arm. You giggled and sat up. “Fine. We’ll go through the review. For every question you get right you’ll get…” You stopped and started to contemplate what you could reward him with. “A kiss!” Hoseok blurted excitedly, before he could stop himself.
You blushed and looked at him. As if he had just realized what he’d said, he blushed too.
As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you jumped in surprise. Hoseok had put his hand on your ankle. He stared at you wide-eyed. “R-Really?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “W-Why not? No harm done..” You said shyly. Hoseok’s grip on your ankle tightened, and you had started to wonder if you’d regret this. This could either end horribly, or end up just fine. You guessed that you’d just have to take that chance.
You saw that the first set of review questions were pretty easy, and you started to sweat. Surprisingly, Hoseok had only gotten four of them right. Four kisses. Four little pecks. That’s all. You could do this. You gulped and looked at Hoseok. Unsurprisingly, he was already staring at you, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, and back down to your lips.
You leaned in first, deciding that if you took the lead, it would be over quicker. Hoseok was quick to close the gap in between you, and as soon as he did, his soul left his body.
He’d been waiting for this since freshman year, and now he finally had you, in a way. Your lips were so soft, just as he imagined them. As soon as it happened, it stopped. “One.” You whispered.
Another. “Three.” One more. “Four.”
You and Hoseok were sitting much closer than before now, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. You blinked and shook yourself out of your daze. “O-Okay. A-Alright. Next set. It’s..It’s twenty this time.”
Hoseok just nodded. Holy hell, if that was what it felt like to kiss you, he was going to make sure he got every fucking question right. That didn’t happen. Out of twenty, he got fourteen right. He was pissed at himself. You, however, were ecstatic. That was way better than what he did in the first set. Then you realized you had to kiss him…fourteen times…
You didn’t know how long you would last. At the same time, you were curious as to which one of you would break first. You scooted even closer to Hobi. You could do this.
This time, he eagerly leaned in first and captured your lips. “One.” He said. His voice was much steadier than yours had been.
“Two.” It was you this time.
“Four.” You two were taking turns counting.
“Five.” He growled. At this point, you were sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips, your own hands on his strong shoulders.
“S-Six.” His hands grip your hips harder.
“Eig-hah..” His tongue found its way into your mouth and you moaned softly. He’d stopped counting. He couldn’t take it anymore. Your moan threw him over the edge. Fuck studying, he wanted you.
One of his hands traced up your body and made you shiver. His tongue licked into your mouth so hungrily, almost as if he wanted to devour you. Which he did, in a way. Your tongues tangled, fighting for dominance, which you thought you had, until he slapped your thigh and growled, which made you whimper and give in instantly. The sting only amplified the growing heat in between your legs.
His wandering hand that wasn’t on your hip found your hair, keeping you from pulling away. Who needed air anyway?
Oh. You did.
You whimpered at his hold, finally finding the strength to pull away from him. As soon as you pulled away, his mouth went to your neck. Hoseok planted opened mouthed kisses, sucking at the skin as if his life depended on it. He bit, sucked, and licked everywhere, making sure to leave marks. “H-Hoseok, I, hah, I c-can’t cover th-those..”
“You’re not going to cover them. You’ll leave them uncovered and everyone will know you’re mine.” You shuddered at his words. They ran through your head over and over again. Your wetness was pooling in between your thighs. You just couldn’t help it. But you remembered, you had studying to do.
“Hoseok, Hoseok, we have to, ah, w-we have to study..” You stuttered as he was attacking your neck. He groaned and lifted his head to look at you. “Can’t we study later?” He whined. You shook your head furiously. “W-We have to study, Hobi! You still haven’t finished the review!” You said, pointing to the open book. Hobi glanced at the book before staring at you again. “…Fine. But you’re staying right here, princess”
Hobi picked up his notebook and started at the review again. There were twenty more questions. He worked surprisingly silently, seemingly focused on the work in front of him. You sat impatiently on his lap, squirming ever so slightly to get the tiniest bit of friction. Maybe you should have just forgotten studying..
“I’m finished. Stop squirming.” Hoseok said, voice an octave lower than it was before. You grabbed the paper from his hands and made sure to check it slowly. Your eyes widened in shock. “You..”
Hoseok quirked his eyebrow.
“Y-You got all twenty right..” Hoseok smirked at your words. You barely had time to register before his hands were on your hips again, pulling you closer and making your hips grind down on his. You whimpered at the friction, suddenly hyper aware of the growing bulge in his pants.
“That means I get twenty kisses. Pay up, (Y/N).”
As soon as the words left his mouth, you grabbed his face and closed the gap once more. He grabbed your wrist and pinned your arms down to your sides. You whined as he pulled away.
“Ah ah ah, no touching. Hands at your sides.” His tone was commanding, and it didn’t fail to turn you on. Your obedient side wanted to listen, but you wanted to tease him further. “And what if I don’t?” You teased, eager to see what he would do. Hoseok growled gave a harsh slap to your thigh, making you cry out.
“You don’t want to get punished, princess. Or do you?”
You gulped loudly and shook your head. “N-No, Hobi..” Another slap to your thigh came and you cried out again. This time he soothed the spot. “Wrong answer, doll.”
“N-No, sir..?” You said, hoping it was the right answer. Wrong. One more slap to your thigh had you dripping. Hoseok chuckled. “Getting closer.”
Hoseok grinded your hips together roughly, making you moan and throw your head back.
“Good girl. Now hands at your sides.” You obeyed and let Hoseok attack your neck with his mouth once more, leaving even more love bites and hickies that were sure to say for a while. Not that you minded. Hoseok’s hands started to wander once again, finding your breasts under your baggy shirt. He kneaded them, squeezing and pulling. You couldn’t resist tangling your fingers in his dyed locks, which earned you a squeeze to both your nipples that was borderline painful. You shrieked at his sudden aggression.
“What did I say, princess?” You groaned and put your hands back down. What you didn’t expect was for Hoseok to abruptly lift up your shirt and take one of your nipples into his mouth. When had he even gotten your bra off? You sighed and pressed further into Hoseok. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his hand played with the other. You longed to touch him, but all you could do was be a good girl and let him have his way with you.
Hobi groaned. Hobi loved this about you. You were so good; not just in a sexual way, but in general. You were good to the people around you, good to animals, hell, you were even good to inanimate objects. He remember when you’d once knocked over someone’s lamp at a party and said sorry to it, and you weren’t even drunk! You were such an amazing and wonderful person. He couldn’t help but be hopelessly in love. You felt the same of course.
Behind his bad boy demeanor was a literal ray of sunshine, who could make you smile with just a look. He was so sweet, so caring, rarely anyone got that close to him to where they could see that side of him. But you and Hobi were close. But you both knew that you wanted to be closer.
Hoseok had decided that he’d teased you enough. “That’s it. Come on.” He picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. You and Hoseok both groaned at the tiny bit of friction. Hoseok knew where your room was by now. He stumbled to your room while sucking on your neck. Once he finally got the two of you there, he placed you on the bed and kissed you again. He kept your arms beside your head, pinning you in place.
One of his hands started tracing along your body and soon got down to where you needed him most. His finger traced along your slit through your tiny shorts and you couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth. He growled, wanting to rip your shorts off of you already. Which he did.
You squeaked in surprise as he threw your shorts across the room to who knows where. Hobi rubbed your slit through your underwear, making you squirm and writhe. You broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.
“H-Hobi, hah, ahh..stop..teas-” You were cut off by your own loud moan when Hobi pushed your underwear aside and dipped a finger into your heat. The look in his eyes was predatory. You shivered. Then you realized you had one hand free and started to feel down his toned chest, to which he payed no mind. “That’s not the right way to ask, princess.” He simply stated, as if his finger wasn’t knuckle deep inside you.
“Please..p-please, Daddy..I c-can’t..” You whimpered. Hoseok took pity in your wrecked form, and started pumping his finger in and out, making you whine. “D-D-Daddy! Another o-one..please..”
Another digit entered you and you were a mess. Your senses were overwhelmed and Hoseok staring directly at you wasn’t helping. “You’re doing good, princess. Maybe I should reward you, yeah?”
You were confused as to what he meant, but when his head dipped down between your legs, you couldn’t even speak to question him on it. His tongue immediately started swirling around your sensitive nub, making you see stars. You almost screamed at the sensation. He sucked and gave kitten licks, while two of his fingers were inside you. Another curl of his fingers and you felt that familiar knot tightening in your stomach way too soon. You tried to squirm away, but Hoseok kept you in place.
“A-Ah, Daddy, p-please! I’m g-going to..”
“But isn’t that what you want, princess? Don’t you want Daddy to make you come?” You hesitated at that, but still protested nonetheless.
“I..I want to c-come with Daddy..” You stuttered, trying not to scream. That stopped Hoseok altogether. He quickly rid himself of his clothing, and removed your underwear. You got on your knees as quickly as you could and pushed him down onto the bed. “Princess? What are you-”
“Shh. I want to make Daddy feel good, too.” You said, running your finger up and down the underside of his length.He shivered and tangled his hands in your hair. “Don’t tease, princess.” You started dragging your tongue flat against his length, giving kitten licks to the tip when you got there. Hoseok groaned and threw his head back, and you took that has a sign to keep going. You abruptly engulfed the head into your mouth, making his hips buck into your mouth. “S-Shit..” You gagged a bit, but then giggled at his eagerness, the vibrations making him hiss. “Princess…” He warned. You then took him in slowly, inch by inch until you got to the base. You then started bobbing your head up and down.
“Fuck..you’re doing so good, princess.” You moaned at the praise, letting a hand trail down your own body to touch yourself, but you were quickly stopped.
“Don’t. Make Daddy come first, doll.” He growled, knowing you would listen. Despite whining, you did what you were told and kept your hands on his hips. You bobbed your head, determined to make him come. Hoseok let out quiet moans and groans, trying not to take control and fuck your face right then and there. It was when you sucked on a vein that he lost it.
“Hold still, princess.” You halted your movement and waited for him to tell you what to do next. But he didn’t tell you to do anything. It took you a moment, but when he slowly started bucking into your mouth, you started to get the idea. Hoseok’s movements slowly started to speed up, and you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. Tears started forming at the corner of your eyes.
“Hah, fuck. You’re so good..” He moaned. His bucking got even faster and more erratic and you knew he was close. “Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck..you’re mouth is so good..” You hollowed your cheeks and that’s what sent him over the edge, spilling his warmth into your mouth with a loud groan.
You swallowed as much as you could, some dribbled down your chin. You looked at him and saw he was catching his breath, but still looking at you as if he were about to pounce. “Hah, come here.” He pulled you into his lap again and captured your lips once more. You held his face, but this time he didn’t stop you. This time the kiss was a lot more intimate than the ones before. It was slow, and passionate. He pulled away, looking you in the eye with more than lust. “Condoms.”
“Nightstand, second drawer.”
Hoseok reached into your nightstand, grabbing a condom, nearly ripping the foil open and rolling it onto his still throbbing member. He flipped you two over so that he was on top, and gave you one more look in your eye. You were confused as to why he stopped, then you realized.
He was asking for consent.
You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. You let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip against your slit. Slowly, he pushed himself in to the hilt, filling you completely. Both of you moaned. Finally, finally, finally. Hoseok had you. You weren’t pushing him away.
Sure, over the years you and Hobi had known each other, you had fooled around a bit. Handjobs in the bathroom, fingering in the library, but that’s as far as you would go. You had always pushed him away, explaining how a relationship would be too much for you right now. Of course, he respected your choices, but that didn’t stop him from pining after you.
Now he had you. You were in his arms, and he had you. And he was never letting you go.
Hoseok stilled, allowing you to adjust and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also was trying to keep himself from bursting right there, just at the thought of him being inside, the thought that he finally had you. After a minute, you squirmed a little. “Hobi..m-move..”
Complying to your request, he pulled out almost completely, and slammed back in. You yelped at the sudden movement. He did it again, and again. The steady pace was electrifying, but you wanted more. “Hobi..Hobi- hah..faster..”
Hoseok grunted. “What’s the magic w-word?”
Of course, he couldn’t deny you. He sped up his pace, and you tried to meet his thrusts halfway, moaning loud and uncontrollably. Getting embarrassed at your own high pitched noises, you covered your mouth with one of your hands. Hoseok growled and pinned your arms down. “I want to hear you, princess.” From this point on he was set on making you moan louder. His thrusts got even harder, and your own hips couldn’t keep up.
Your release was starting to creep up on you faster than expected, now even more powerful due to your lack of release earlier.
“Please..P-Please please please..Hobi..fuck..” You panted. Hoseok then threw your legs over his shoulders, pounding even deeper and hitting that one spot that made white speckles spot your vision. You nearly screamed, repeating his name like a mantra.
“F-Fuck, (Y/N). You take me so f-fucking good.” He groaned, thrust becoming sloppy. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, you didn’t know just how much more you could take. The knot in your stomach was unbearably tight.
“Me too, j-just..Hold on..” Hold on? You were holding on as much as you could, and you were just about at your limit. “I-I can’t! Hoseok I-”
“Come for me, (Y/N). You can let go now.”
Just his words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. A few more thrusts, and Hoseok was coming too, a loud growl ripping from his throat. He rode out both of your orgasms, before throwing the condom away and cleaning you two off. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You were breathing heavily and were exhausted. Yet you pulled him in for a slow, loving kiss. When you pulled away, Hoseok was smiling so brightly and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Does this..Does this mean..”
“Mean what, Hoseok?” You giggled. You knew what he was talking about.
“Does this mean you’re actually mine? Like, really mine?” He asked worriedly, fearing that you would just brush him off. You pressed into him and giggled into his chest. “Of course. I was yours the moment I climbed into your lap on the couch.” Hoseok’s heart started beating a mile a minute.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
“Thank God. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited.”
That had you frozen on the spot.
“Hobi…You would’ve waited for me..?” You queried, looking up at him with a shocked expression. He was looking right back at you, eyes soft and warm.
“I would’ve waited for as long as you needed if it meant I could be with you.” He confessed, arms wrapping around you tighter. You dug your head back into his chest shaking it back and forth. “Oh my God…I love you so much..Why did I wait so long?” You said, laughing, more to yourself than him.
Hoseok could’ve bursted into tears of joy. He felt so warm, so loved, so complete. “I love you too. So so so much. Does this mean I can finally give you the world?”
“As long as you promise to come study with me.”
Hoseok rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Deal.” You smiled brightly and tilted your head up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Hoseok could swear that this was the happiest day of his life.
He finally had you, and he was never letting you go.
‘The world is black and white, that’s just how it is. Until you meet your soul-mate, and then it’s apparently like a ka-boom and a wa-zow!
Tony’s never had a soul-mate, and he doesn’t really mind that Pepper’s never made him see a whole new world. Well, he doesn’t mind until he meets a certain god who kind of sort of blows his world out of the damn water.’
Sakura was never worried that Sarada would like Mamoru. Not once during her pregnancy did Sarada even give off the slightest vibe that she might not like having a little brother, not like Bolt had done when he found out his little sister Himawari was going to be born (Sakura remembers how he had a fit about not wanting a little sibling. She did everything she could not to laugh when it happened).
But, Sarada wasn’t like Bolt. In fact, she had asked—no, begged—for a little sibling for months, before Sakura broke down and said she would talk to Sasuke about it, and they eventually agreed to at least try and have another child, and she became pregnant again right away and told Sarada immediately, receiving a tight hug from her daughter, obviously as a thank you.
Sarada also proved she wasn’t like Bolt when she finally met Mamoru, and he instantly reached up at his sister, leading her to believe that he already liked her, which the infant boy had proven in the last few months, as he and Sarada spent a lot of time together once he was finally mobile with crawling.
“Sarada~! Will you bring Mamoru in here, please? It’s lunch time!”
Sakura tried not to laugh as she heard Sarada let out a frustrated sigh followed by a depressed sounding “All right…”, likely because Sarada was either doing homework or was explaining something to her eight-month-old brother. Either way, she could hear the disappointment in her six-year-old’s voice when she responded.
“Here, mama,” Sarada entered the kitchen a moment later, handing a babbling Mamoru to Sakura, who placed him in his highchair right away.
“Thank you, Sarada. You sit down too. Papa should be home for lunch very soon.” Sakura smiled at her daughter, whose mood suddenly brightened at hearing Sasuke would be home in a little while. “Even though papa’s gonna be home, you have to finish your homework before you go training with him!”
Sarada huffed, pouting a bit as Sakura placed her lunch in front of her, taking her own seat a moment later and starting to feed Mamoru, who happily accepted his lunch while beating his tiny fists on his high chair.
“Mamoru,” Sakura laughed, shaking her head as she watched him. “Calm down, sweetie.”
Mamoru blinked, babbling a bit before Sakura fed him another spoonful of baby food. When she actually switched him to baby food, Sakura was surprised at how accepting Mamoru was of it, as Sarada had absolutely been against the stuff when she was baby.
I bet they changed something in it in the last six years…
While she continued to feed him, Sakura watched Mamoru as he kicked his chubby legs, made various sounds of enjoyment, and clapped his hands together with each spoonful of food, opening and closing them when he needed more.
Once finished, Mamoru whined when he realized his lunch was gone, before yawning and making Sakura laugh.
“Ah, someone’s sleepy… I guess its nap time!”
Sarada whined this time, looking at Mamoru. “Can’t he stay up a bit…? You said papa would be home soon, and… I was telling him stories and stuff.”
Shaking her head, Sakura cleaned up Mamoru’s face, picking him up out of the high chair and holding him close as he hid his face in her shirt sleeve. “No, sweetie. He needs to sleep. You can tell him more stories later.”
“But… but mama…”
“Sarada, listen to your mother.”
Sakura tried not to laugh as Sarada jumped, turning around instantly before jumping out of her seat and running to Sasuke, hugging him tightly and welcoming him home. It always made Sakura smile when Sasuke hugged Sarada back, lifting her into his arms.
She was excited for Mamoru to get big enough that he could do the same with his sister and papa. Sakura couldn’t wait to see Mamoru run for Sasuke when he got home one day, on wobbly feet with his bubble gum colored hair in his face.
After listening to Sarada talk to Sasuke for a moment, Sakura noticed Mamoru had started falling asleep in her arms, and began to head down the hall with him, before Sasuke stopped her.
“Is it nap time already?” Sasuke made a face as he questioned his wife, not impressed with himself for missing the chance at having lunch with his family.
“Yeah. He ate pretty quickly and never had his nap before lunch, so.” Sakura shrugged, while Sasuke sighed.
“If Naruto hadn’t kept me so long I would have been here for lunch…”
“Ah,” smiling, Sakura shook her head. “It’s all right! You’re home now, and you’ll be here for dinner, right?”
“Then that’s all that matters. I better get Mamoru in his crib before he wakes himself up.”
Sakura started down the hallway and heard Sarada state that she was going to sit at the table with Sasuke while he ate lunch and do her homework.
“All right, sleepy baby,” Sakura smiled at the now fussy Mamoru as she laid him in his crib, shaking her head as he lifted his arms and tried to convince her to pick him back up and hold him. “No, sweetie. You’ve been doing very well sleeping without mama or papa rocking you to sleep.”
Mamoru let out a whine while she kissed his forehead, grasping her hair in his small hands and making her laugh.
“Oh sweetheart. I know you’re unhappy, but that’s only because you woke yourself up.” Sighing, Sakura shook her head again, picking Mamoru back up out of his crib and hugging him to herself, moving to the rocking chair on the other side of the bedroom Mamoru and Sarada shared, sitting down and giving her youngest child another kiss on his head.
“All right, all right, mama will rock you to sleep.”
As Mamoru continued to whine and burying his face in his mother’s shoulder, Sakura stated humming a lullaby, calming Mamoru down rather quickly and causing him to fall back asleep again.
Though Sakura knew it was better for Mamoru if he slept in his bed than in her arms at the moment, she couldn’t help but just watch him sleep, like she always did when he fell asleep in her arms.
He was just so precious and perfect that staring at him helped her keep all the memories for when he grew up and wasn’t her tiny baby that fit in her arms anymore.
“I love you, Mamo-chan… I wish you could stay small forever.”
A week has come and gone. Spent my days away from Danneel and Jensen.
Its not that I wanted to avoid them, I just needed space, to think and pull myself together.
It isnt fair. All my life, I had never worried about love. Never cared to find a soul mate, only about my career. Until now. Until that annoying, son of a bitch walked into my life and changed the way I thought of love. I watched him fall hopelessly in love with my sister. Watched them grow as one and become something out of a fairytale.
But with Jensen, he always made me feel important. Like i mattered in the world, and he was always there for me no matter what. And that was our friendship. We made each other laugh, cried together, bicker and make fun of each other. But in the midst of it all, somewhere between the years of growing close to him, I fell for him.
The sun set, and it was time to say goodbye to Danneel.
“I’m going to miss you.” She muttered as she pulled me in to a tight hug.
“Me too. Better bring me back something.” I laughed.
Daneel flashed a smile, and turned her gaze to Jensen, who stood behind her with JJ in his arms. This was the first time I saw him in a week, and it made my stomach churn.
Watching him pull her into him, pressing his lips to hers, it made me cringe. Why did I have to care? He was married to her, it wasnt like he was cheating or anything.
“I love you too.” i over heard him whisper to Danneel.
And here i am, feeling a fool.
The drive back home felt like forever. Tension was thick, almost suffocating. I watched him in the corner of my eye, feigning for him to look at me. Aching for a small touch.
JJ battled sleep, but lost immediately after leaving the airport.
Faint music played along in the car, the sun beaming through the window, I couldnt help but feel anxious.
Jensen cleared his throat, catching my attention.
“Are we going to talk about the ferris wheel?” He asked.
I swallowed hard, feeling my body tense. I didnt prepare myself for this, for the talk that could make or break this relationship.
“Th-theres nothing to talk about Jensen.” I hesitated. “You’re married to my sister. Thats it.”
His grip grew tighter along the steering wheel.
Jensen kept to himself, his jaw clenched shut as he never removed his gaze from the road.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I thought to myself.
As days slowly passed by, with keeping my distance from Jensen, i was beginning to feel alone.
Just a simple hello and going on with our day, wasnt what i wanted our relationship to end up. I missed him. I missed him more every second.
He was about to leave for a week, to go back and film an episode for the show, but I couldnt let him leave like this. I couldn’t pretend everything was ok.
“We need to talk.” I muttered, my chest tightened as he slowly crept his eyes up toward mine.
“Whats up?” He stammered, his eye brows furrowed.
I wanted to just run up to him, pull his face to mine and tell him i love him. Tell him just how much he means to me and that I want him more than anything.
“What happened to us? We used to be so close. I could talk to you about anything, and now-” I paused, swallowing hard as I felt my stomach twist with nervousness. “And now we can barely look at each other.”
Jensen took in a deep breath. His eyes averting from mine to the floor. “I told you how I felt on the ferris wheel, I basically wore my heart on my sleeve and you just sat there. Its been 3 weeks Y/N, and not once have you told me how you felt. What you’re thinking.”
“Because it doesn’t matter Jensen. You’re married to my sister. Not some random chick that i can care less about. My own flesh and blood.”
He shot his eyes up, staring intently into mine. He clenched his jaw, almost as if he were about to punch a wall.
“I know. This is so screwed up. I love my wife’s sister. I am in love with you, and I cant have you. Its killing me. Seeing you, talking to you, being close to you like before, it would break me. Unless” He paused, propping up on his feet slowly walking toward me. “Unless you feel the same way about me.”
My breath hitched to the back of my throat. Heat escaped my body as he inched closer, close enough to smell him.
“I-I cant. I cant have feelings for you.” I exhaled.
Our eyes pierced into each other, as the sound of our hearts beating faintly echoed around us.
“Do you love me?” He muttered.
I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, wishing things were different.
“Yes.” I whispered.
A small smile appeared on his face, as he closed the distance between us. Mashing our lips together. becoming perfectly in sync to one another.
Our breathing became heavy as our kiss grew intense. His hands traveled along my body, reaching a stop near my waist. Lifting me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his torso. He slammed my back against the wall, His lips never leaving mine.
He tasted of Beer. But it was refreshing, making me want him. His lips pulling me in, feigning for more. I nibbled his bottom lip, making him groan in pleasure.
Pure bliss vibrated through me as he clutched on to me, his hands gripping on to my waist. Was this really happening?
Making our way to the bedroom, Gently laying me down. Jensen ripped off his shirt, as i mirrored his actions. He climbed over me, licking his lips, hungry for more.
“God You’re perfect.” He muttered before crashing his lips on to yours.
Jensen’s body swayed with mine. My skin hitting his, created goosebumps all over me.
Quickly, he pulled his pants off, and removed mine without missing a beat. His rough hands slid down my thighs teased me in every way possible.
I couldnt take it anymore. Pushed him down, pulling myself on top of him. My heart raced as I felt him inside of me.
Riding along and hearing our moans fill the air. It was like We were meant to be right where we were.
Our breaths became even, as I tilted my head back, feeling nothing but bliss all inside of me. My walls molded around him able to feel every inch of him.
His nails dug into my legs, making the moans grow louder.
“Oh fuck!” I yelped, feeling myself reach my climax.
I laid over him, riding harder and faster. He began grunting in my ear, pulling me in closer.
His hand squeezed my leg, his eyes closed shut as he let himself go inside of me. Watching him escape into paradise, I felt myself reach its end. My body growing tense as he released his grip.
“Fuck that was” He exhaled. “Amazing.” He laughed.
I rolled over to his side. Trying to catch my breath. My heart felt as if it were about to jump out of my chest from the adrenaline that pulsed through my veins.
“Yeah it was.” I chuckled.
We heard a door close, making us snap our attention toward the noise.
“Jensen, Im home!” Danneel muttered, walking up the stairs.
My body stiffened. feeling my stomach churn as my breath escaped and I no longer had the power to move.
“Shit.” Jensen whispered, jumping out of bed and pulling his pants up. I snapped back to reality as the situation dawned on me.
My sister was about to walk in on her husband sleeping with me, her flesh and blood.