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Secret admirer!Hoseok

Part 13

[A/N]: 

(It’s going to be a bit long, so if you feel like, you can skip to the scenario! ^^)

Hello beautiful Sunshines! ♥ I’m late again, I know! I’m really sorry, I didn’t think that after uploading the previous part, my oral exams and the preparation for them would take all of my time, and after I finished, I had so much school project I couldn’t see the top of it! T.T But now I’m finally here with the new part, it’s maybe uncommon, because I’ve changed to an other app, because the old one was very tiring to use, it lasted forever to make a conversation, but I hope you don’t mind it. Please take care and eat well! ♥

(Also if you’re interested in a little personal stuff, you can keep on reading the author’s note~)

The other thing I was barely active is that our school has annually a special day, when the classes compete with each other; there are forehand, inside and outside tasks we have to do, and the forehand tasks are always mock-ups and in these times the whole class is in the school from 7 am to 9 pm and making it. So yeah, I was in school all day, and when I arrived home, I was knocked out! x.x But it worth it, because after winning the previous two year’s event, WE’VE WON THIS AS WELL!! And there is a so called “rule” in our school that says if a class win three times, they’ll get the goblet forever and their names will be written on it. And in 55 years there was only one class except for us (about in the 90′s) that has won it three times. So I’m very happy atm! ^^ I’m very thankful if you’ve read this personal part as well, but now… LET’S THE STORY BEGIN!


Scenario [antecedent]:


“It’s really not necessary, guys!” you told them hesitantly.

“Oh, it is!” Namjoon’s voice could be heard behind you; his hands were on your shoulders to encourage you to walk forward.

“I really don’t know…” a sigh left your mouth.

“Hey, [Y/N]! Why do you hesitate?” Jimin turned back to look at you. You didn’t answer, just sighed. He was right; there was nothing you had to be afraid of. You’ve already told your parents that you’ll be late and they’re not the type of being mad about it.

“It’ll be okay, darling” the boy’s soft voice behind you made you relax a bit. “Believe me, the only thing he would be the most happy about at the moment is You.”

“Did you learn the cheesiness from him?” you chuckled as you heartened up a bit. The boy just laughed it off.

“Maybe” he added as he squeezed your shoulders gently to release the tense in your muscles. “Inhale, we’re almost there!”

“Oh my…” you sighed and you felt your heart beat faster inside your chest.

“Chill, darling” he giggled. The boys stopped in front of an average sized house, which looked pretty lovely. It didn’t take too long until a kind looking woman opened the door and greeted everybody. All of you entered the house, while Namjoon was pushing you from behind to encourage you inside. At the door, the woman – assuming Hoseok’s mother – gazed at you curiously. You immediately bowed.

“Good afternoon! My name is [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]!”

“She’s a little surprise for our Hobi!” Namjoon explained that made the woman chuckle.

“I’m sorry for the bother!” you bowed again in a nineteen degree angle.

“Shush, you’re not a bother!” the boy hushed you.

“I’m happy to meet you!” Hoseok’s mother greeted you as well with a smile that made you sigh in relief.

Stepping inside the house, you looked around with amazement. It was very cozy and sunny. Before you could study the place more, a little fluffy creature ran up to you.

“Hello there!” you crouched down to greet the little dog as well. You couldn’t help, but pat it. “What’s the name?” you asked.

“Mickey!” Hoseok’s voice could be heard from upstairs. “Why did you leave me alone~?” you let out a big breath; for a moment you thought he knows that you’re here.

“The name is Mickey, by the way” Seokjin grinned at you while you stood up.

“It’s very lovely” you giggled as you followed them towards the stairs. Your heart pounded as you got closer to him with every step. The door was already open, and the others walked in with no difficulties, but as soon as you reached the doorway, the butterflies in your stomach began to fly. He couldn’t see you; you were in the middle of the group.

“Why are you all standing in the doorway?” Hoseok asked kindly. His voice was music to your ears.

“We have a present for you~” Jimin exclaimed.

“A present?”

“Yeah, a present!” they nodded then all of them stepped away, so you could be seen. You were standing there still, not knowing what to do or say. Hoseok’s face was surprised, but immediately changed to a happy expression as he greeted you.

“Sunshine!” he cheered.

“H-hey!” and then awkward silence.

“Okay! Because we haven’t got much time, we’ll be downstairs. Your mom told she’ll make a cake for us, so… we shouldn’t disappoint her” Taehyung turned around as well as the others did and they left the room.

“Hey! Leave us some, too!” Hoseok yelled after them then looked at you with a wide smile. You were a bit embarrassed, so after a few seconds you gazed at the floor. “Sunshine!”

“Yeah?” jerking up your head your eyes meet his worried look.

“Did they force you to come here? Did they threaten you or something?”

“What?” your eyes widened and you began to shook your head. “They didn’t do anything wrong. They’re very kind actually.”

“Good then” a bright smile appeared on the boy’s face. “It means that you came here willingly.”

“Well… it was their plan but yes, I did” a slight pink blush appeared on your cheeks.

“Um… don’t you want to sit down?” he patted the mattress beside him. “I mean you can sit down on the wheelchair if you want.”

“It’s okay” you walked there and took a seat on the bed next to him. It was a bit awkward at first. Texting through the phone was much easier; you had time to think about your answers and reactions, but now every little thing you felt was written on your face. You could barely hide anything. You felt him staring at you which caused your heart beat faster than it should. This was the time, you pointed out the little, empty lunch-box on the table in front of the bed. A soft smile appeared on your face as you turned to him.

“Was it delicious?”

“Hm?” he frowned as he tried to follow your gaze to the table, and when he saw it, he made a little ‘oh’ sound. “It was the most delicious meal I’ve ever have” a laugh left his mouth.

“I’m glad!” you cheered as you took out the lunch-box you brought from your backpack. “I made some today as well!”

“Yay!” and if it were planned, his stomach began to growl. He put his hands immediately on it and looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Then it’s the best time to do it!” handing the box to him you smiled reassuringly.

“I don’t want to be impolite” he shook his head as he rejected taking the meal.

“It’s not impolite at all, Hoseok. Just take it, please” a sad look appeared on your face as you tried to convince him. You were still worried if he was okay and fine. Seeing your facial expression he sighed and grabbed the little box, opening it. His eyes lit up as he saw all of the things that was inside.

“I have no chopsticks” he gazed at you. And if you read his mind, you handed over the cutlery after a quick search.

“Sorry, it’s what I usually use in the canteen, but I always wash it well after every eating.”

“Thank you, Sunshine!” he grinned at you while taking the chopsticks in his hand and begin the meal. “Oh, God, it’s so delicious!” he groaned as he chewed on the first bites. You only smiled at the sight of him. His face looked better than it was before; not that he wasn’t handsome, but the dark circles under his eyes almost disappeared and his beautifully tanned skin tone returned, banishing the paleness. You were happy. You were happy to see him, to see he’s eating and that he’s fine. You were so zoned out that you didn’t noticed him gazing at you with a curious look.

“What?” he asked. You only shook your head.

“It’s just good to see that your face is getting its colour back” you smiled widely but then your expression softened. “It’s just good to see you in general.”

A big smile spread across Hoseok’s face. You felt your cheeks heated up and the fact that he reached out for your hand and grabbed it gently, didn’t help at all. It was so pleasant; his soft and warm palm against your cold fingers. A great combo. He squeezed them as to the purpose to warm them up and he didn’t let go of them after it. You didn’t ask him to, it felt just so right. Like that, holding your hand with one of his, was a bit difficult to eat, but he made it. Silence took place in the room in the next few minutes. When Hoseok finished his meal, he put the box aside and gazed at you still holding your hand.

“How is your ankle?” you broke the silence.

“Better, actually.” he looked at the said body part then back at you to meet the worried look of your eyes. “Sunshine, I know you’re worrying, but please try to not think about it.” a little sigh left his mouth. “Sorry… it’s a stupid ask. But I’m totally okay, I promise. I know, I was an idiot for what I did; not taking care of my health and making everyone around me worried, but it won’t happen again and…” you saw on his face that he felt very uncomfortable, so you gently squeezed his hand to stop him.

“It’s all fine now, Hoseok. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’m happy that you changed your mind.” sighing in relief, the boy began to caress your hand with his thumb.

“I only want to tell you, that I’m so thankful to you. When you didn’t give up on coming to help me on that evening made me realize that there are people who cares about me and stupid thoughts shouldn’t take over my mind.” he finally gazed up from your hands to look in your eyes. “And maybe I’m cheesy, but you’re truly my Sunshine. Every time you appear, I can see things million times brighter and my mind clear.”

“So cheesy~” you scoffed trying to hide the blush on your face, but couldn’t resist the chuckle that escaped your lips. “But I kinda like it.” He gazed at you with his goofy smile that never left his face.

“I’m so happy, you’re here.” the boy pulled your hand in his lap and started to caress the top of it with his soft fingers.

“I’m happy, too” you stared at him, at his beautiful face as his eyes was resting on your hands in his lap, intertwining your fingers with his owns, playing with them or just caressing your palm. Hoseok never let go of it, nor when you talked, nor when you laughed and nor even when you had to go.

A wide grin spread across your face on the whole way home. Your heart was still pounding, your cheeks were flushed and you still could feel the gentle touch of his fingers on your skin. At the end of the day you were very thankful that you visited him.


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Perchance to dream

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12752328

A prompt by the lovely @raven-brings-light

It had been an exhausting day and Loki couldn’t help yawning as he tucked himself under the covers. Thor had challenged him to climb Skarstind with him and he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Come, brother, you can’t always stay in and read books,” he urged Loki as he grabbed a book from the pile on the table trying to read it, until he realized he was holding it upside down and tossed it away. “You’ve grown pale.”

“I’m always pale,” Loki quipped licking his finger as he shuffled through the pages of “King Bor: Sustaining peace in the Nine Realms”, a thick dusty volume that no one was interested in during those days of prosperity, no one but Loki. In fact he had decided to read all the books in the palace library. Every single one of them. He’d take his time, he had all the time in the world, after all there wasn’t much a 1400 year old Asgardian prince, who was second in line of succession, was expected to do. Or so he thought.

Because Thor was now distracting him from his precious reading time. It seemed urgent. He was even leaning on Loki’s chair from behind, both hands on the chair ears, shaking Loki with it.

“Come ONNNNN,” Thor roared as his voice echoed in the empty hallways of the library. A solitary reader holding a pince-nez in front of his wrinkled squinty eyes raised his head and blinked in disdain at the two young princes. “Shhhhh!”

Thor leaned over his ear as a long strand of hair brushed lightly over Loki’s cheek like the wing of a bird made of pure gold.

“See? We’re disturbing that nice old fellow over there,” he murmured pointing at the man. “You don’t want us to make any fuss, do you?”

You are disturbing him, not me,” Loki said coldly as he turned another page, unyielding.

Thor sighed and left Loki’s chair to sit on the reading table right in front of him, entwining his fingers on his lap. He looked stunning and so much like father, Loki thought, even if he didn’t have his beard yet.

“Loki. Look. I can’t do this alone.”

“Why not.”

“I need you with me, brother!” he pleaded. “I need company. I need someone to gaze at the dawn with me while…”

“The dawn?! We’re going to have to wake up in the middle of the night if we are to catch the daybreak on the top of Skarstind!”

“Well, we could go now, make camp for the night and wake up when the sun comes out.”

“Why don’t you take your friends with you?” Loki murmured turning another page. His face was calm but a slight wrinkle appeared between his brows.

Thor scoffed. “My friends? Hogun has joined his father hunting in the forest, they won’t be back for two days. Fandral is meeting a girl tonight. Or two. Or… did he say it was three girls? Oh well. And Volstagg is… well he is…”

Loki raised his gaze from the book, keeping a straight face as slight mockery was about to reach his eyes; he knew what Volstagg had been up to, it was the talk of the court.

Thor scratched his head in embarrassment for his mighty ginger friend. “Well Volstagg is helping the servants with house cleaning. His mother said he will be doing this for a week as punishment for sneaking into the kitchen and eating alone the whole stuffed boar they were having for dinner last night.”

“I thought Volstagg was a grown man,” Loki blinked, baffled.

“Well he still lives with his mother. It’s her cooking, he can’t live without it.”

Loki tried hard not to laugh; Thor’s friends were always laughable but he wouldn’t let his brother know. He wouldn’t hurt Thor, no matter how many times his friends hurt Loki.

“How about Sif? She’s always an eager candidate to join you in your adventures, isn’t she? Much too eager these days…”

Loki said that in one breath going back to his reading, avoiding Thor’s eyes. His tone was light, teasing Thor like he always did for the constant admiration he got from girls, still there was a trace of contempt and bitterness as Loki tried hard to keep his lips from frowning. The smile he forced didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Thor sighed. “It’s not Sif I want with me on the mountain. It’s you. So are you coming or not?”

Loki’s heart leapt a bit. If Thor had found yet another excuse why Sif couldn’t come, thus making Loki the only candidate to join him on his climbing adventure, he would be able to dismiss Thor saying he didn’t want to be someone’s “last resort”. Or he could just lie like always, saying he had lots of reading to do, and then spend the rest of his day wallowing in the fact that his brother only remembered him when his new friends weren’t available, going over the same dusty page over and over again, eyes stinging but never letting go because it was enough for him to drink the bitter cup of pride again and again until the day was done and he went back to his lonely chamber.

“You could have just said you wanted me all along instead of mentioning why your friends can’t join you,” Loki sighed impatiently as he closed his book with a thud, a thin cloud of dust filling with tiny sparkles the sunbeam that was crossing the room from the large stained glass window behind them.

“Well you asked about them, didn’t you?” Thor grinned and turned. “I just answered that question.” Loki swore he could punch him in his self-satisfied face if he wasn’t afraid he might break his knuckles on Thor’s jaw.

Why did Thor always get his way? And why did he let him.

With soft movements Loki made himself comfortable under the covers trying not to wake his brother who was sleeping like a babe next to him. There should be two beds in this room, two beds. Thor and Loki had been sharing a chamber ever since Thor was old enough to protect his baby brother and keep him company; Frigga insisted on the boys being raised together, doing everything together. But on Thor’s 1400th birthday Odin ordered the servants to prepare a room for Loki. “They’re old enough to have separate chambers now,” the All-Father commanded as Loki’s bed was being moved to another room at the other end of the palace, “they’re not babies anymore.” It’s not like they didn’t have enough beds in the palace. It was a symbolic act, Odin wanted to make sure Loki got the message of not clinging to Thor anymore. Frigga protested because Loki was obviously still in need of company and support seeing that he had no other friends but Thor. Ironically, it was on that evening during the birthday celebration that Odin introduced Hogun and Fandral to Thor, both of them first born sons of Asgardian and Vanaheimian aristocracy. As a child Sif had always joined the boys in their games but now she was introduced in her satin tunic, with a hairdo that revealed her neck and a few long curls falling down her back like black snakes, all dressed up like a proper princess; her role wasn’t that of a playing companion anymore. Thor and Loki’s carefree days of games and studying together were over. Thor was meant to take the throne with a queen on his side, and his upbringing would change radically. He would now focus on sparring sessions, training all day long with the master at arms and his new friends. There was no time for daydreaming and childlike adventures, and certainly no time for Loki. Thor had to grow up.

200 years had passed since then, Thor was now 1600 years old but Loki couldn’t bring himself to forget that day.

He just couldn’t sleep, his back was aching from carrying his heavy sack up that hill all day long, his thighs and glutes burning from the strain. The dawn Thor promised him was indeed glorious, with bright golden and violet colours filling the sky, and Loki surely enjoyed watching his brother giving names to snakes and beetles they’d find on the slope. They sat on the ground to rest before reaching the peak and enjoyed the view. It was indeed magnificent.

But now there was nothing left in Loki’s body but pain, a pain that wouldn’t let him sleep. He turned to see his brother’s serene face, his calm breathing. Loki smirked thinking about father. “That day” Odin had forbidden them to sleep together but Thor whispered that father’s rules were the rules of an old fool, and Loki was still the best conversationalist he knew. The best mate. Loki would always listen to his dreams and fears about becoming king, and give him good advice. But whenever Thor asked Loki what he wanted to do when he grew up, Loki remained silent. He would either change the subject or tease Thor for wanting to be king at such a young age.

Thor would tease him back, mentioning the ladies-in-waiting at the court who would giggle whenever Loki walked by them. Thor was too used to be the center of attention and was a bit shocked to notice that his shy studious brother had his own admirers as well. To be honest, Thor thought, Loki wasn’t so bad, was he? He was rather easy on the eyes. Whenever Thor’s baffled gaze traveled from the girls back to his brother he wondered who Loki had taken after seeing that his hair was so dark compared to their parents’. And that was what always fascinated Thor, how different Loki was. From all of them. Maybe the girls saw that in him, the lanky introverted raven-haired prince with the big blue eyes and the coy smile, so different from the golden-maned heir to the throne with the broad shoulders. Thor had caught himself staring at the corners of Loki’s mouth for a bit too long, more times than he could remember. Things had changed a lot since they were kids and sharing a chamber. Thor had grown, and so did Loki, in a way Thor couldn’t fathom. He just couldn’t understand what was so thrilling about the way Loki looked at him these days.

And the way he smiled whenever Thor was around.

That smile.

Still he was the big brother, sworn to protect and guide his younger sibling. As as soon as he got used to the idea that the ladies fancied Loki as well he was eager to encourage him to court them, although he didn’t quite know how to do that. He could do it himself, but he couldn’t teach it to someone else. So his encouragement always sounded more like teasing, and that made Loki even shyer, turning the other way whenever the girls caught his eye.

But Loki didn’t turn his eyes now. Instead his gaze traveled from Thor’s hair to his naked arm, to the curve of his covered hips. Thor, as if sensing his brother’s eyes upon him in his sleep, shifted his weight and turned on his back. Loki was startled, afraid that Thor might suddenly wake up, but his brother was too deep in the realm of dreams to notice his presence. What was it that mother said the other day? “Know a man’s dreams is knowing him.” But what was there to know about Thor? Loki knew everything about him, Thor always made sure his thoughts were spoken out loud and his intentions plain as day.

Among other things Frigga had taught Loki to read minds; that was one of many magic tricks she was teaching him when Odin wasn’t looking. “I won’t let you pass your days idly for the rest of your life,” she had stated, “You may never be king but I can make you the greatest magician on Asgard.”

Soon Odin found out about their lessons but he was too busy preparing Thor to be king, traveling with him to all Nine Realms to show him the kingdoms he would rule, so he didn’t take the time to stop Frigga from taking Loki under her wing.

Making illusions of himself and other objects or animals was a fun thing to do, and Loki was very proud of his skills but he quickly got bored. Reading people’s minds was much more enjoyable. Soon enough he was teasing the servant boys telling them to put back the things they had stolen but Frigga advised him against that; people should never know his strengths, they should never know he had the advantage. Laying low was the thing to do if he wanted to get what he wanted.

He hesitated before placing his hand on Thor’s forehead. He just didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, or what Thor’s dreams might show him. Did he really want to know? Or better, did Thor have anything of value in that thick skull of his but dreams of battle, conquest, triumph and ruling? And probably a load of half-naked girls waiting for him on his bed, eager to please. Surely his brother had changed since they shared a room and Loki didn’t want one more proof of the different paths they had taken.

Still, he was curious. He removed a few strands from Thor’s face, tracing his lean chin with his finger, almost touching the tip of his lip. Thor gave a faint smile and Loki’s breath hitched. He didn’t move a muscle before making sure his brother was still sleeping. As Thor’s face relaxed Loki placed his fingertips on his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A bright flash of lightning crossed Loki’s mind like a dagger made of pure light, slashing  through his thoughts, cutting him open, blinding him. He gnashed his teeth trying not to scream. It was so much easier when he was doing it with mother, her thoughts were always soft and smooth and welcoming like warm waves or pillowy clouds. But now Loki was feeling as if he was entering a forbidden room, like Thor had closed the door right on his face, slamming down heavy bars to keep everyone out. This was not a place that welcomed strangers.

“I’m no stranger, brother, let me in.” Loki thought, trying to focus on the center of Thor’s sleeping mind.

His mind-reading ability was still bouncing back, finding obstacles, making his spirit suffer. The more Loki tried the harder the light got until he remembered mother’s advice to take a deep breath and relax. Soon the light grew softer, dimmer, and melted away like a waterfall of sparkles making way for him to enter Thor’s mind.

The room was dimly lit by the setting sun, light escaping the curtains that were drawn over the windows. It was Thor’s room but it looked… bigger. With walls and pillars reaching the sky and everything bathing in an eerie golden light. As Loki walked on, he touched the furniture and it felt… soft. Smoother than ever, like velvet made of water. The colours that were being projected on the floor by the stained glass didn’t have names anymore, they weren’t “blue”, or “yellow”, or “red”. They were notes. They were music. Loki tried to remember what tune they played but the more he tried to listen the more the music faded away, giving way to different sounds coming from a different place in the dream. It was the echo of a young man sighing.

Loki’s spirit walked slowly towards the sound. The more he approached the clearer it was to him that it was Thor whose breath hitched from time to time as he whimpered and moaned. But it wasn’t just Thor’s breathing that Loki’s spirit could hear, there was another sound, softer, wetter, like the sound of a hungry creature, lapping.

Loki heard his own voice.

It sounded as if Thor was hurt, or wanting, and the Loki in the dream was soothing him, guiding him, encouraging him.

“Do you like it like that?” Loki heard himself whisper in a gentle voice he never knew he had. “Do you like what I’m doing?”

YES…” Thor gasped impatiently. “Please, Loki…”

“I can’t hear you, brother…” Loki was teasing, taunting him, but there was something more in his voice, something warm and dark and lustful.

“Please. Please do it,” Thor begged.

Loki had never heard his brother beg before.

“Do what?”

“Put it back in your mouth.”

Loki’s spirit stopped as he realized what his dream self was doing to his big brother, making him plead like a defenseless little boy. As he walked around a column to face the visions of Thor’s dream he stood in shock.

There he was sitting on his heels, his dream self, half-naked, with his breeches in a bundle around his knees, with his short black hair all messed up by Thor’s hand that was pushing him back on his hard-on like it was the most important, the most urgent thing in the world, like his life depended on it. Loki had seen Thor’s penis before but never erected like that. They would go swimming together in sunlit lakes or hot springs in subterranean caves when the weather was too cold, but when they were kids Loki could never imagine how… How big Thor could get.

And Thor looked glorious in his godly nudity, his naked skin shining like the sun, his warrior body like soft marble.

“And what else?…” his dream self cooed playing gently with Thor’s testicles. “What else, brother? Tell me.”

“Oh no, not that, Loki.”

“You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“If you dare put your finger inside me-“

“Then I’ll let you ride me,” Loki quipped still stroking Thor’s manhood, teasing the tip with little licks in between sentences, his big eyes wet with longing. “I’ll let you fuck me fast and hard just the way you like it. Just the way you fuck those girls.”

Thor covered his face with his hand trying to process what Loki had just told him. “Ugh… I want… But if you hurt me…”

“Oh I’d never hurt you, brother,” Loki smiled.

He took Thor’s silence as consent and he proceeded to put his middle finger in his mouth, licking it like the sweetest candy, then pulled it out to push it gently between Thor’s butt cheeks.

“Scoot forward,” Loki urged him. “Open your legs.”

Thor complied with a groan of defeat. And as Loki’s dream self swallowed him whole with one breath, taking him all in like a sheathe welcoming its blade, Thor cried out with bliss and grabbed Loki by the hair once more.

Loki’s spirit was speechless. He couldn’t process what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe those were Thor’s inner thoughts and secret desires. He closed his eyes as he felt his own young member hardening in his breeches, making it so painful, and he knew the hard on was happening in the real world as well as he was lying next to Thor with his hand on his forehead. He was hoping Thor wouldn’t wake up before he could get out of his mind.

But he didn’t want to get out of this dream. Not yet. Not ever.

When he opened his eyes again Thor was whimpering with bliss as his dream self was pushing his middle finger again and again in his brother’s virgin hole while he sucked him with the same rhythm. With each push Thor would cry out, with each shove Loki would bury his member deeper into his throat. He then pulled back and sat on all fours, stroking Thor’s manhood as he reached for his crack with his tongue, making it wet again.

Thor’s breathing got faster as Loki went back to sucking him more violently this time, his head going up and down in Thor’s lap at a frantic pace as he grabbed his brother’s hip with one hand to steady him.

“Oh… brother, this… this is it,” Thor breathed with a husky voice. “I’m-I’m going to… Oh. Don’t stop… don’t… Ah. AAAAaaah.

Thor squeezed Loki’s shoulder hard and bucked his hips forward as he came with a loud gasp, filling his brother’s mouth with his hot seed, almost choking him. And only then did Loki’s spirit realize that his dream self was jerking himself fast with his other hand, ejaculating on his hand as he let out a deep sigh. Thor closed his eyes panting as his head lolled back, and Loki held on to Thor’s knee resting his head on it, trying to catch his breath.

Loki’s spirit, still standing numb by that pillar, touched his crotch hesitantly and he almost felt his physical body lying next to Thor do the same. The sight of his dream self and his brother making love to each other and pleasuring themselves was too much to bear. And then Thor, whose hand was still lost in Loki’s dark hair, opened his eyes and looked straight at him, straight at Loki’s spirit.

Loki was terrified. He had seen him, Thor’s dream self had seen him. Suddenly he felt a violent pull at the back of his head and his navel, and the golden string of light that was connecting him with his physical body retracted like a spring, pulling him all the way out of Thor’s mind and back into the real world.

He sat right up, gasping desperately for air as his mind and body were one again and jumped right out of bed, terrified of what Thor might see in the light of the moons coming through the window, or what he might feel if his brother was too close to him. However Thor’s awakening was rather calm and peaceful. He slowly rubbed his eyes and yawned, then patted the mattress next to him looking for a presence that was no longer there, and lifted his head a little.

“Loki, what are you doing standing there?”

“I’m… I was about to… to take the pot and…”

“Hmm? Well you don’t seem to need one since you’ve already pissed yourself. Are you alright?”

Loki stared down his crotch and saw the large wet stain on his white linen breeches.

Thor blinked in disbelief, still not fully awakened. “Did you have a dream?”

“I - What? Uuuuh…” Loki was still searching for the right words. Did Thor really see him watching him in his wet dream?

“I know I did,” Thor said cheerfully as he lifted the covers to look at himself. “Look at this mess.”

Loki lowered his gaze in embarrassment as Thor got up to grab a towel from the drawers; he gathered any courage he had left and managed to form a sentence, trying to sound as indifferent as he could.  “It must have… I gather it was quite a dream, wasn’t it?”

“I have no idea,” Thor shrugged as he pushed the towel in his breeches wiping himself. “I don’t remember my dreams lately.”

“But… but surely you must remember what caused this,” Loki stuttered, pushing himself to smile like it was nothing.

“Well, if I had to guess it was probably Sif and that new girl from Vanaheim, the blonde, you know her? I’m sure if she and Sif agreed to bathe together one day they would gladly-”

Loki squeezed his eyes shut and cringed. “Did you really have to tell me? Now that image is imprinted in my brain.”

Thor chuckled as he bundled up the towel and threw it at his brother who grabbed it with a reluctant frown. “Well you asked, didn’t you?” he smirked. “I just answered your question.”

Some Belated Valentines 2k17 Highlights from Flower Land

- The giant Russian man who stormed through the door while we were quite busy and shouted “Whoooo is helping me? I need BEST FLOWERS in the WORLD because I have BEST WIFE!!”
- The old man who picked up his roses at 8 AM and when I said “I hope she likes them!” giggled and said “These oughta keep me outta the dog house for at least a week!”
- At 3 PM: “I need a delivery of tulips to the south side today.” “We aren’t doing any more deliveries to the south side today.” “I should tell you that this is on behalf of my client {Redacted Football Player} of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.”
- “Hey, boss, I have an order from FootballPlayer of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.” “Don’t you mean FootballPlayer of The Bears FOR NOW?”
-“Okay tell him we’ll do it but he has to buy all our remaining tulips.”
- One guy wanted to buy a teddy bear holding a real rose so I made a teeny tiny rose bouquet for the bear to hold and it is easily the cutest thing I have ever made.
- This same guy grabbed a 55 dollar
arrangement from my table and brought it to me and said “Add flowers to this until it is 200 dollars.”
- Valentine’s Day makes some men crazy.
- When the last man came in to pick up his arrangement twenty minutes after we were supposed to close everyone who was working shouted his name in unison and it was Hilarious.
- All the parents sending flowers to their single professional daughters. Almost all of them made me teary. People from all over the country have daughters who live in Chicago and are single and they all wanted to send their single Chicago daughters flowers.
- “A man is calling and he says you are his best friend?” “What?” “He has an Eastern European accent?” “OH! It’s the man who has the best wife!”
- “I would like 100 roses.” “That will be 600 dollars.” “I would like 12 roses.”

Aquarius - Devoting from a Distance 

Aquarius can be the most elusive sign in love. Collective romance sweeps through intellectual Aquarius. Their humanitarian qualities are impossible to ignore. And they flood with love, but they are a diamond in the rough, and their love is not reserved for you. It is reserved for mother earth, for sea life and tree life, for experience, learning, culture, and progression. Aquarians typically resist drama or soaking emotion in love. The born explorer retains heavy guard over independence and the freedom of thought and expression. They will rarely let another human influence their decisions, morale, or values. The crystal, airy glass wall can be erected before Aquarius. Detachment gives them a cool and casual approach to love and social processes in general. Aquarius is certainly romantic. Unusual gestures, sharp minds, freedom fighters, these personalities shock jolt the electric Aquarius heart. And this heart is so often repressed by constant, chaotic thoughts, embarrassment, and the fear of vulnerability. They have subtle ways of expressing their feelings, and its of the Aquarian nature to be paradoxical in everything they do. Love with Aquarius is stimulating, playful, enlightening and above all, confusing. One of the zodiac’s biggest hearts is constantly combating dissociation, indifference and a fear of sentimentality. The heavier the emotion, the more increasingly uncomfortable or agitated Aquarius becomes.

Saturn is the ruler of Aquarius and the cold, dry planet is renowned for stifling innocence, vulnerability, creativity, and sensitivity. Aquarians are highly responsive to pain and cruelty, but they rarely let emotionality take over. Often they consciously decide to keep a safe distance from their own feelings, banishing them so they can be directed into something more meaningful, so they are not so messy or invasive. Love can be displayed through wisdom and guidance, through sharing their most outstanding ideas, through giving you freedom to be yourself, and wander, and love in your own lyric. It’s true Aquarius can be overcome with emotion. So many Aquarians have Pisces influence in the chart. Aquarius is the sign of rain so crying provides an excellent cleanse. But its rare to see an Aquarius indulge in emotional displays, they can feel shame or insufficiency. The humanitarian directs love on behalf of the greater collective, ensuring survival of the most innocent and assaulted. And yet, the Aquarius rarely self-soothes, often comparing and diminishing their trauma to others and forcing themselves to survive in isolation. When Aquarius fails to reveal their feelings of sadness or hopelessness to lovers, their distance and silence can cut like a knife.

The Aquarius has an unconscious fear that desire for one person will extinguish their flame. The sign of tribes, groups, and community are programmed to scatter their love amongst humanity rather than direct it one on one. This is why so many Aquarians become teachers, medical researchers, volunteers, and public health advocates - they feel inherent responsibility and love for people, especially children and animals. The Aquarius can deeply desire love, but their nature makes it more elusive than it need be. Aquarians are not suspicious, but any form of betrayal will rip them into pieces, because opening their heart was such an ordeal. They had to detangle bubblewrap and squeeze so many feelings into one person. Absence makes the Uranus heart grow fonder, and they are rarely lonely when they are alone. What they really seek is somebody they can ‘be alone with’, that is, retain their normal routine with somebody to bounce energy off. The Aquarius will probe and provoke your deepest and darkest realms, but don’t expect access to theirs. Like an internal roller coaster, the complexities of Aquarius are confusing and exhilarating, each gesture of love navigated by intellect and thought. Something traditionally romantic could make them giggle and disengage. Something stimulating, exciting, a place, a person, somebody just vibrating to their own frequency, is what melts the Aquarian heart. Light, breezy, and sanguine individuals, Aquarians rarely notice when someone is flirting or taking an interest, and they must be free to roam uninhibited in love. Someone as unique as Aquarius needs to wait for someone equally as special. And finding another diamond in the rough can take a lot of digging.

-C.

how to cheer up your little when they’re sad!

🐻talk to them about what’s bothering them! you should aaaalways do this (if your little wants to talk about it, don’t force them to!) sometimes, you just need to get it out!!

🐻pull them into your lap and bounce them! daddy calls it “horsie” cause it feels like i’m riding a horse! it’ll make your baby giggle sooo fast

🐻bounce them while holding them! it’s like a real baby (not that we aren’t all real babies!!) it’s so soothing and soemtimes i fall asleep when daddy does it 😪

🐻tickle them! if your little is comfortable with it, tickling them is always a fast way to cheer your baby up!

🐻wrap them in their favourite blankie! soft blankies = eternal happiness

🐻make the voices for their stuffies! my daddy does this sometimes: hold their stuffies up to them or near them, and make the stuffie talk to them! have your little answer questions and give their stuffie hugs, too!

🐻cuddle them! this one is kind of a no-brainer, but i thought i’d add it anyway—cuddles always make me feel better 😇

🐻give them a bath! if you and your little are comfortable with it, baths are always super soothing. let them play with bath toys while you wash their hair and scrub their back! pro tip: tell them you’re washing the sadness away, that honestly works for me…i don’t know why

🐻play with them! tag, hide n seek, dollies, cars, colour..anything! it’ll definitely make your baby smile!

🐻sippies, pacis… prepare them a drink in their sippy cup or their favourite cup, pop a paci in their mouth or your thumb, and (if they use them) put them in their coziest diapers! then, to top it all off, put them in a onesie or your clothes! super comforting! sometimes i put baby lotion on on top of all this, it always makes me feel soooo little 😍

🐻play peek-a-boo or patty cake! it’ll make your baby feel too little to be sad hehe

🐻play their favourite song or video! there’s this one video/song called MitchiriNeko March that ALWAYS works. it’s also a great way to put me into littlespace 💗

🐻talk to them in your carer voice & baby talk them! i speak from experience, it literally always works when my daddy does this. he says things like “who’s daddy’s little girl?” and “hi baby!!!” (little me likes it when daddy is excited to see her) and “tell daddy what’s bothering you.” (in which he pulls me into his lap and cradles me)

🐻put them down for a nap! sometimes all we need is some sleep to feel better💗

🐻put on their favourite movie or show, or watch a new one with them! distracting them from what’s bothering them is sometimes the only thing that will work.

🐻play their favourite video game with them! once again, distraction = key

What I love about little boys

💙 Their little blushes

💙 The way they giggle

💙 How shy most of them are

💙 How they seem to glow when you call them “prince” or “babyboy”

💙 The fact that they need constant reassurance

💙 Some are into being called “pup/py” which is so fitting words can’t even describe

💙 How loud they get when in littlespace

💙 How they get all defensive over Mommy (or any other caregiver name they use)

💙 The way they look with pacis in their mouths

💙 How they pout when told no

💙 How much they love and appreciate their caregivers for letting them be little

💙 They never let any meanies tell them “boys are supposed to be dominant” because obviously they’re little and will put up a disagreement

💙I just love little boys 💙

important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

BTS Reaction ; Falling For You While Being in A Relationship

Requested by Anonymous, “Hello, I love your blog so much! You’re such a talented writer! Can I request a reaction to BTS falling for one of their friends (who is the reader/OC) while they have a girlfriend? Sorry if my english is weird. Thank you and I love you! 💖💖💖”

Note; jdfks YOUR ENGLISH IS FINE AND I LOVE YOU TOO!


Jin ➳ It’s been awhile since he realized he had feelings for you and he was terrified. He knew he had to choose one, his best friend or his significant other — but it was hard for him, too afraid to confront his girlfriend and leave a mess he’d rather not clean up. He loves you, spending every passing day with you and even cancelling meet ups with his girlfriend like she was nothing but a nuissance. His phone always kept ringing with texts, and when he finally got tired of it one day as he forced the device to slumber when you both went out to eat, you finally ask him about it. “Is it your girlfriend calling?” You ask with a teasing smile as he blows on his steaming soup.

“Nah,” he whispers, sliding the phone into his pocket, “it’s no one important.”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Suga ➳ The moment Yoongi realized he was falling for you, he had ended it with his girlfriend right then and there. He wasn’t going to lead someone on when his heart belonged to someone else, and even if you didn’t know about his feelings — he didn’t care in the slightest. He invited you to the studio and dorms plenty of times, and he would be smiling more often, teasing you and just basking in the beauties of you. It was one day when you two were in the studio alone, that you finally notice his gaze burning holes into your soul. “What?” You snap, annoyed, and he simply sways his arms nervously as he smiles admiringly.

“I love you.”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


J-Hope ➳ It was just a simple crush that prolonged as wine overfilled his glass and intoxicated him, permanately drunk on you. Being with you made him happy, but he was way too afraid to leave his girlfriend due to the aftermath — and the cruel reality that you may never return his feelings had obsidian ink dripping into half of his heart. He always left you at abrupt times, never trusting himself around you as his body begged to touch yours, and when he got up to calm his flushed cheeks and fluttering heart, you raised an eyebrow, thinking he was sick. “Are you okay?” The question drips from your lips and freezes him, quickly feigning a smile and refusing to stare you in the eyes.

“Yep.” Hell no.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


RapMonster ➳ “So how is she?”

And the question alone makes his stomach drop. How is she? His girlfriend? He didn’t know, his eyes only staring into yours that seemed to calm him many of times, making him feel at ease as if they were home — and before he can even realize what he says, the next words casually leave his vocal chords. “Broken.”

“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitting together as you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“(y/n), I broke up with her a while back,” he confesses, because it is true, he just never deemed it necessary to let others know, “because..I realized I was in love with you.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jimin ➳ He couldn’t help himself, and he was even disgusted with himself. His feelings bloomed with each passing day, the floret growing bigger and stronger and refusing to wilt. He is way too nice to leave his girlfriend even though he knew all he felt was attraction towards her, but with you..he is in love with you. Deeply. “Like the stars, you’re beautiful.” He says as you both sit in the back of his truck during the night, and immediately, you become flustered.

“Oh shut up, you ass,” you laugh, pushing his shoulder but he quickly grabs your hand.

“I’m being honest,” a genuine smile forms on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “how do you look so beautiful all the time?”

Originally posted by yoonmin


VI’m traditional, is his excuse to everything, especially to leaving his girlfriend he was way too afraid to confront like a man and leave. His feelings for you were obvious, his replies to you becoming even shier and shorter, rectangular smiles nearly ripping the skin on his cheeks as he would playfully try to put his hands on you as they ached to feel the sparks he felt whenever they touched your warm skin. He was even more playful, and one day when you two fall off the couch of the dark living room, falling into his chest while becoming a giggling mess from his tickle attack — you try to get up after having calmed down only for his arms to instantly wrap tightly around the small of your back and pull you flush against his chest.

“Just a little longer,” his deep voice breathes, “please.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook ➳ “You’re not my boyfriend.”

And he stiffens as those words, even if you giggled them, leave your mouth as they used his heart like a punching bag. You’re not my boyfriend. He sits there, slumping into the couch he sits on defeatedly as your eyes settle on Taehyung from across the party, telling him that you were going to spend time with the older man and Jungkook knew where this was going. He was jealous, and he didn’t want you to go, grabbing your arm with such force to keep you seated beside him even if his girlfriend was watching you two from afar. But you were right, he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his and you never will be.

And regretfully, he stares into his lap as he whispers, “I wish I was.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Masterlist

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for mcree/gengi/hanzo/reaper reacting to their s/o asking to sit on their lap

I just need all these men to sit in a row so I can lay on all of their laps, okay.




McCree

  • Uh, YES
  • His s/o probably wouldn’t even have to ask he would already have them on his lap or be in the process of pulling them to him
  • His s/o cannot walk past him while he’s sitting without an arm snaking around their waist and getting pulled to him
  • On the rare occasion that his s/o does ask though he’ll grin like a fool
    • If his s/o is blushing as they do it he is 10x happier
  • Will put everything aside (paperwork, food, ANYTHING) to make room for his s/o
  • He’ll pull them right against his chest, squeezing them and inhaling deeply
  • Once on his lap there is little chance they will be leaving anytime soon

Genji

  • A little self conscious about having his s/o sit on his lap
    • His body is pretty solid, so wouldn’t it be uncomfortable for them?
    • Will need some convincing to let it happen
  • Isn’t sure if it’s a sensual thing or sexual
    • In his younger days he would pull women onto his lap in the clubs because it made them giggle and he could feel them up easier (he was a playboy after all!)
    • But now with his s/o it’s more than physical so he’s not sure what to expect
  • Isn’t clear on where to put his hands–waist, back, hips, thighs???  
  • His s/o will have to take the lead and place his hands somewhere
    • One hand wrapped around their back and resting on their hip, the other doing whatever Genji wants
    • Hair stroking, resting on the thigh, running over their arms, etc.
  • Will be asking if they’re uncomfortable for a while until they nuzzle into his neck and pull him close
  • He’ll be glad they can’t see his face, because he’s a blushing mess
  • Once comfortable with it he’ll fall back into the playboy days and get flirty
    • His hands will glide over places they probably shouldn’t in public, but only when nobody is looking
  • LOVES to make his s/o blush or laugh
  • Will tickle them a bit

Hanzo

  • Wouldn’t reply right away when his s/o asks
    • He’s not one for PDA or large physical gestures, so he isn’t sure how to answer
    • He’s not saying no, he’s just trying to sort through his emotions because he would love to be close with his s/o like that
  • But he remembers seeing Genji do it all the time with his dates, and so casually too, but that’s his only real example of it
    • Does he have to be as handsy as his brother?  He’s nervous others will look down on the display
    • Remembers what others would say about Genji’s carefree attitude as well as some of the nasty things they said about his dates and doesn’t want anyone saying that about his s/o
  • It’s a no-go publicly.  Privately though???
  • He’ll have his s/o in his lap during some downtime
  • If he’s reading in his room he’s more than happy to have them there reading or doing something quietly as well
  • He’s grateful his s/o asked though he wouldn’t necessarily say that out loud
  • Those moments have become some of his most treasured

Reaper

  • Prefall he would be pulling his s/o into his lap just like McCree
  • Isn’t scared of ruining a tough guy attitude by giving some affection to the love of his life
  • Would love to make them ask though, purposely going out of his way to make it difficult to sit on his lap until they are forced to request it
  • Whispers sweet-nothings in his s/o’s ear
  • After the fall he would never offer it up like he used to
  • It wouldn’t really occur to him until he and his s/o are alone and he’s going over some potential Talon targets and plans when his s/o asks
  • He’ll wish his mask was on because his eyes widen as he looks at them
  • Will slowly nod and open his arms up
  • When his s/o is in his lap, cuddled up, he’ll actually blush
  • He’d forgotten the feeling of having someone close like that
  • Having their weight on him, their body heat and scent surrounding him
  • It gets hard for him to focus on work and eventually he’ll shove the papers away and start to do what he used to
  • Whispering sweet nothings, and sometimes something dirty to rile his s/o up
  • Runs his fingers through their hair or over their face
  • Peppered kisses along the jaw
Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)

~WEEKEND TRIPS AT MOUNT VERNON WITH EVERYONE

~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun

~THOMAS JEFFERSON

~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them

~MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD

~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Lance is super smart and he gets fed up with the team acting like he's stupid, so be basically snaps at them?? I love your stories!! They're awesome!

Thanks so much! I hope you like it! 


“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us Princess Allura,” Kolivan bowed to her. She gave him a small smile and a nod. They were gathered around the dining hall table with the Paladins and Alteans on one side and the Blade of Marmora on the other. Kolivan pulled up a stolen layout of a Galran base and placed it on the table.

“There is valuable information, regarding the locations of important members of the Blade and our allied rebel forces stored in this base’s hard-drive, it is imperative that we get our hands on it and away from the Empire,” Kolivan started. “We need to find a way in without being spotted, and complete the mission without alerting the Galra. We were able to infiltrate successfully some time ago, and have access to some of the surveillance feeds and schematics,”

Immediately the room was filled with the sound of ideas being thrown around; Lance quietly listened to the different scenarios coming from his teammates and stored them in the back of his mind quickly picking out the flaws and how he could secretly tweak them when they were out in the field. He realized that the others would reluctant to listen to his ideas because of how he had already presented himself to the group. So he decided to quietly help them in the background instead. He pulled up the information on his screen and scrolled through the information available. Without a word he began highlighting points on his map that would require extra surveillance once they entered the base. Unbeknownst to him; Kolivan was watching over his shoulder with interest and nodding along to each dot. After Lance stopped and absentmindedly nodded his head, Kolivan put his hand on his shoulder. Lance yelped and he shot around to look at the leader of the Blade.

“Apologizes Blue Paladin, I would like to hear your ideas for this infiltration,” he admitted giving Lance all his attention. Lance gave a tentative smile and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Hunk and Pidge’s laughter. His head turned to the two and he shrunk into himself a bit knowing that the two were laughing at him. Kolivan only looked with a raised brow.

“Sorry Kolivan, but you don’t want to ask Lance for ideas,” Pidge giggled. The two of them cracked up into laugher, eventually dragging the rest of them minus Lance, Kolivan, and Coran who were looking at them incredulously.

“I apologize, but perhaps I’m misunderstanding. Please explain why I should not consider the Blue Paladin’s suggestions,” Kolivan said stepping forward. The laughter stopped aside from a few sniggers and they looked toward him.

“Kolivan. Its Lance, Mr. Razzle Dazzle, get all the girls and glory,” Pidge said with finality. “His plans probably involve a lot of shooting and not getting anything done,”

“Yah, he has fighting power but when it comes to infiltration…” Hunk continued with a shrug. Lance could feel the blush traveling up his face, and his shoulders bunched up further as if to protect him.

“All his brain can store, are cheesy pickup up lines and weak insults,” Keith commented. The others burst out laughing again; Allura and Shiro only giving weak smiles. Kolivan looked down at the blue paladin and while he seemed shocked and saddened; he could see anger stirring in his eyes as well.

“Hey! I have more in my brain than that, I have good ideas!” He cried trying to defend himself.

“Really, a thousand times ten?” Keith asked with a smirk. Lance’s eyebrows drew down with an angry grimace.

“I was trying to break the tension,” he growled. His hands were clutching the armrests of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Shiro stood up from his chair and carefully approached the angered teen.

“Its okay Lance,” he said soothingly. “We all have our weaknesses, this is just yours,” he gave him a soft smile. Lance looked at him in pure disbelief; this man was the leader of their group and he was going to let Lance believe that he couldn’t contribute to the planning of this mission.

“My weakness?!” Lance growled. “You know what?! I’m done!” He yelled jumping out of his seat and pulling his screen along with him to the front of the room. The others looked at him with quirked eyebrows.

“What? Going to shows us the pretty dots on your map?” Keith taunted with a smirk.

“No, each of these dots is a mistake that you over looked,” he hissed. He pointed to the first one and pulled up the surveillance from the base’s server room. “This is a PXY-6075 system, you were going to go in blind with a code not appropriate for this system, it would shut down the entire thing and we would lose everything,” he swiped across his screen and sent a code to Pidge’s system. She pulled it up out of curiosity and her jaw dropped before she looked up at Lance.

“Lance, this is genius,” she muttered. He ignored her and went to the next beacon. A security camera showed a hallway were Shiro suggested they infiltrate on the way to the server room. He turned to the leader with crossed arms.

“This hallway is filled with blind spots and vents, how could you even think that this was a good place to enter?” Lance asked with a quirked brow. Shiro only crossed his arms in defense.

“It is the fastest way to the server room, we need to get in and out quickly,” he replied. Lance gave him a short glare.

“So because it is the fastest way to the server room, it is automatically the safest, you’re putting the safety of your teammate on the line in order to complete the mission faster?” he asked getting closer to Shiro who tried to avoid his eye. “What would have happened if we went down here and there were drones or weapons in the vents, we could have died in there,” he pulled the map back and brought up a different hallway. Shiro looked at it and back at Lance for an explanation.

“It’s a maintenance hallway, the other direction from where this one is, it is fully surveillanced with no blind spots and no places for anything to be hidden,” he said pushing the screen into Shiro’s who looked at it sheepishly. He zoomed out letting the outside of the base show. He turned to Allura who jumped at being in the teen’s sights.

“The defense of the base is different from the cruisers we come across Allura; if we had gone on the mission and used what we usually did we would have gotten caught and the entire mission would be compromised,” he stated bluntly. He brought up the schematics of the base and pointed along the foundation “This area is susceptible to fire, if I send out an electrical pulse along the base, it should collapse the barrier without any alerts to the Galra,” she carefully nodded it response watching the tiny barrier breaking down on her screen. Lance looked around at the ashamed paladin avoiding his gaze around him.

“Need I go on?” He asked quietly. He humphed when he only received sheepish nods. He turned to Shiro and pushed a finger into his chest.

“Next time when you say something about someone’s “weakness”, don’t. None of us are weak and you out of all of us should be the one to see that,” he said pushing him back. He turned to Keith.

“You shouldn’t be so insulting,” he said standing beside his chair. “I know that I haven’t shown you what I’m capable of but you don’t have to be so condescending,”

“You shouldn’t be so quick to judge,” he stated turning to focus on Pidge. “I try to come off as the carefree goofball because let’s face it, we’re fighting in a war and we’re a bunch of kids who probably shouldn’t be out here,” he turned to look at Hunk as well at this point. “You should know that I’m smarter than I act, you have known me the longest,”

“Lance,” Hunk tried but Lance only raised his hand between the two of them.

“Please let me finish,” he pleaded. “I wasn’t at the Garrison as a charity case or anything, and everyone here ignored that. I tried to do the best I could to keep the peace and keep the image of comic relief because it seemed to help you perform better,” he looked down at the ground trying to avoid the gazes of his teammates. His hands were shaking by his sides, the only visible sign of his anger through the entire rant until he started to feel a tremble in his lip and tears gathering in his eyes.

“Lance…” he heard Shiro hesitant voice call. His head shot up causing a tear to roll down his cheek as his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“No! I don’t want to hear it!” he shouted shocking the other into silence. “You have been pulling this shit for too long, and you didn’t think anything of it! Well, it hurts! It hurts and no one cared enough about me to stop it!”

“Lance, we’re sorry,” Pidge said reaching out for the teen trying to put her hand on his arm. He slapped it away and started making his way to the door to leave. Before he left he put his hand on the doorway and looked back at Allura.

“Call me for the mission, I need to cool down for a bit,” he said quietly. Angry tears still streaked down his face, be he felt and looked resigned now. He turned and left, leaving the bridge in thick silence. It was broken by Kolivan making his way to the entrance to follow Lance to wherever he decided to hole up. Just like Lance, he looked at the others before he left.

“Perhaps next time, you should get to know your soldiers before you judge what they are capable of,”


Part 2

“i’m down for whatever” friends (aries, sag, taurus)

don’t actually care what you do, will end up doing their own thing. best people to party with because they’re exorbitant and take no sh*t, will get you out of your shell and be able to come to your defense 

“always have the lowdown” friends (gemini, libra, scorpio)

you probably think they’re too cool for you, and they probably think so too. not really sure of their intentions because they have several but they will be the most entertaining friend you’ve ever had 

“appealing and surprising” friends (cancer, leo, pisces)

you’ll catch them giggling constantly. everyone wants to know them, definitely always idealized to be something they are not. are actually the feistiest people you’ll ever meet and love to be caught up in something 

“the onlooking” friends (virgo, capricorn, aquarius)

seem more reserved than they are. amicable when approached. value their space and prefer to stay considerably aloof. will take you under their wing, highly supportive and composing to be around 

A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

anonymous asked:

Me and a pal made up aus for Mchanzo for fun n giggles. One of them was university college au where hanzo was the librarian, mccree studying to be a vet and junkrat and roadhog bullied jesse sometimes, until hanzo comes to his defense and intimidate the pair out the library. Was great lol

college is more like your otp with pheromones and super idiots in love? Im into it like 1000%

( i want to hear more aus from you and your pal PLS)

Some Hunk’s family headcanons:

- Hunk has two mums, and he calls them Mom and Tina (note: multiple websites have confirmed that Tina is the Samoan word for Mom, if I am using it incorrectly please don’t hesitate to let me know). His Mom is a black lesbian from New York and his Tina is a bisexual samoan woman! They live together in an apartment in NYC with their golden labrador named Sunny.

-His Mom is warm and kind, a cascade of black curls around twinkling eyes. She teaches him the secret to the best cocoa, and reads him stories about astronauts and wizards, then smooths back his hair and tells him that he can do anything he dreams of. The bookshelves are crammed with books about space, glossy pages covered in galaxies that they pore over together, fingers tracing diagrams of spaceships. You could do this his mom whispers into his ear, don’t let anything hold you back, if you want to explore the stars then you can get there, I know you can. His Mom is the woman who smiles like the sun, knits him scarfs every winter, and buys her wife a flower whenever she passes a florist, but Hunk knows well that her warm kindness is built over a layer of steely determination, and it is when he is in danger, when the galra are surrounding him on all sides that he hears her voice willing him on, your name is Hunk Garrett and you’re kind, brave and smart. You will save your friends, you can do this.

-His Tina has the loudest laugh in the room and spreads a love of life to whoever she meets. She makes pancakes in the mornings, singing along to the radio and dancing with the dog, winking at Hunk before giving him extra syrup. When Hunk was younger he thought she had magic hands, for what else could be the secret behind her flourishing balcony garden and all the cars that she brought back to life? When he confessed that to her she swept him up into a hug that smelt like engine oil and chocolate (a surprisingly nice scent) and promised to teach him how to be magic too. Together they spent afternoons with their hands among gears and wires, her smooth, patient voice explaining how it all worked, the sunlight turning her brown eyes gold. Whilst his Mom has her head in the stars, his Tina has her hands in the earth, grounding the whole family with her blunt honesty and unwavering loyalty. When Hunk’s hands shake as he bends over a smashed up alien ship, it’s his Tina’s voice that instructs him to breathe, calm down, you’ve got this, now start from the root of the problem and work your way up. 

-His parents run a repair shop for vehicles, his Mom runs the accounts, whilst his Tina does the engineering. Hunk spent his younger years sorting screws into jars and braiding unused wires into bracelets. When he reaches middle school he helps his Tina with the engineering, his Mom with the organising and the customers with their paperwork. It’s not unusual to pass Garrett Repairs and hear the bubble of light hearted conversation and the bright notes of a young boy’s laughter. A rainbow flay hangs behind the register, fluttering gently in the breeze from an open window, a battered radio plays music that Hunk and his Tina sing along with. Hunk spends an entire afternoon repainting the sign outside the door a bright yellow, the same colour as the sunflower on their balcony at home. 

-Because his moms worked so hard everyday, when they got home they were often too tired to cook, so Hunk learned how to cook and bake so that he could look after them and so that he could sit and have dinner with his parents every night. A collection of herbs fill up a corner of the kitchen, a brightly coloured oven mitt hangs on the wall and the scent of apple tart wafts through the room. (Hunk spends many nights on the Castle Ship desperately missing the cozy evenings filled with home-cooked food, gentle smiles and bubbling conversation as the sun sets through the window. He imagines a cold, dark apartment with empty microwave meal packs in the bin and two anxious mothers waiting for their boy to come home)

-Every Sunday they all take Sunny out for a walk, always stopping for ice-cream/hot chocolate halfway through.( ‘We’ve been walking so far that we need the extra sugar!’ clucks his Tina, tugging on the ear flaps of Hunk’s hat with a mischievous wink) Hunk pretends to be embarrassed when his parents hold hands and share lattes, then runs shrieking, after his Tina throws snowballs at him (They return home an hour later, dripping wet, and his Mom takes photos whilst his Tina starts a fire and Hunk boils the kettle for tea)

-His parents pay for every textbook, school trip and museum visit that Hunk requires, never allowing money to hold their son back from seeing the stars. It’s watching the mailman hand over a glossy new textbook and a red bill that gives Hunk a determination that beats even his Mom’s, a will of iron to do what is right and make his family proud.

-His Mom finds an online forum of young astronaut hopefuls, and it’s there that he meets a boy named Lance, who wants to be the pilot to his engineer. They stream movies together in the evenings, and play videos games, tag-teaming all the other players and whooping into their mics. Lance understands Hunk’s need to succeed for his family, and they share in their dreams of being important, of being etched into the history of the human race. They skype as often as they can, discussing tips on how to get into the Garrison, exclaiming in excitement then shock over the Kerberos mission. ‘I’m going to be the first Samoan in space’ says Hunk, staring down at his acceptance letter, ‘I’m going to be the first openly bisexual person in space!’ whoops Lance, waving his own letter at his webcam.

-When he first meets Lance, they run towards each other across the airport screaming and crying (Lance later denies the tears, but Hunk has a video of their first hug and the wet patch left on the shoulder of his shirt)

-Hunk skypes his parents from the Garrison every Monday, giggling as he watches them try to figure out how it works, and sharing everything he possibly can with them about what he’s doing and the things that he’s building. In return they fill him in on all the gossip from home, Sunny’s new trick, and messages for him from regular customers. (Sometimes Hunk sits in his lion and imagines missed calls pinging through on his computer back at the garrison, wondering what is happening in their little corner of New York and watching tears drip onto the Yellow Lion’s controls)

-A missing person poster is stuck in the window of the repair shop, the yellow paint on the sign fades and cracks, spices gather dust on the counter and a sunflower that once stood tall and proud, withers and slumps as the petals fall off one by one. His Mom who once walked tall and strong, pulls her mass of curls back into a bun and marches round every government agency and police station she can find, her feet bleeding inside her too-small ‘professional’ heels. A woman who once saw every hope and adventure in the stars, now only sees a gaping void that swallowed up her son. Inside her head she blames herself for pushing Hunk too far, forgetting that their love of space was shared, and instead convincing herself that she forced Hunk down a path that he didn’t want to tread. Sunny lies on Hunk’s bed every night, doleful brown eyes waiting for her favorite person to come home, unable to understand that he may not ever return to her. His Tina’s laugh dries up, and her hands shake when she remembers a laughing boy bathed in sunlight. She kneels on the balcony and stares up at the stars blocked out by the light pollution and whispers ‘bring my boy home, bring him back to me, he is kind and smart and wonderful in every way. bring him home.’ 

- Millions of light years away, Hunk remembers a boy who wanted to explore the cosmos, and weeps as his battle-scarred heart aches for a tiny apartment, a fluttering rainbow flag, a dog that lies on his feet, and his two mothers.           ‘Tell the stars hello from me!’ calls his Mom as she waves him goodbye at the airport, ‘See you at Christmas!’ his Tina beams, blowing him kisses, ‘I’ll be back before you know I’m gone!’ Hunk replies, giving them a wave before walking through the security gate. 

*Clark speaking at Bruce’s billionth funeral as Batman*

Clark: Batman was a loyal friend and fine hero

Dick: Great! He was a great hero

Clark: *pauses to sigh as the batkids snicker* a great hero-

Tim: and a brilliant fighter!

Damian: He was considered handsome!

Jason: More rugged I’d say

Cassandra: *shrugs* beauty, in the eye of the beholder

Clark: *turns to them, gritting teeth* May I continue Nightwing?

Dick: *nodding and kicking siblings to stop them giggling, and failing* yes, sorry Superman.

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*literally the next day*

Bruce: How was my funeral?

Dick: Clark had some very nice things to say about you

Tim: Damian and Jason even shed a few tears!

Damian: Of laughter.

Tim: The sentiment was there

Bruce: I’m sorry to have missed it