“Someone slapped my ass!?!” “LaNgUaGe!” “Give it a rest.” Was shouted throughout the tower.
~One Hour Before~~~
It was game night at the Avengers compound and that meant chaos and the lucky one to pick the game of the night was the famous (S/n). Friday closed all the window and left all doors open,but the front. It was pitch black except for the black light that replaced the florescent on the ceiling everything was neon.
Each group of people had two colored hands that left a mark on a opponents suit. Team red/white paint has Steve,Bucky and Sam,team purple/green paint has Natasha,Wanda,and Clint,team yellow/orange paint has Tony,Stephen, and Peter. Bruce and Vision sat out since one can go through walls and the other can get stressed easily. Y/n wasn’t on a team though it was a special request her hands dawned pink and blue. Every one went to randomized floors of the tower as the two judges stayed in the common room looking at the scoreboard on the tv so when the game ends it will round up. Tag as many people as many times as possible each time someone is tagged they must go to a small check point before trying to tag again. Without further a due. “May the games begin. In 3….2….1….Play!” And that they did.
Y/n moved swiftly through the halls stopping when she sees movement in the corner of her eye almost giggling aloud. Peter was on the ceiling,but he seemed to have forgotten about the paint on his hands leaving a trail. Waiting in a low arch way for him to be more in her reach. Getting close she placed her hands on him in a non-threatening way causing his spidey sense to stay calm. “AHHH!!!” Peter screamed turning to see the older women. “Heya,Pete.” Squishing his cheeks covering them in paint she used her own powers to escape before he tagged her too. On to the next.
Using the neon lighting she traveled throughout the tower the glow leaving her as she re-materialized. Natasha and Wanda stood with the backs facing her. A wicked smile twisted on her face as she cleared her mind to not give herself away to the witch. Her hands grabbed the youngest female on the hips causing her to jolt.“Gotcha!” She smiled as she neon traveled away from the hand coming for her. “Almost had me,but Romanoff your playing my game.” That’s when the short spearing match began. Can’t let a open hand touch while also trying to get close enough to place their own mark.
Blocking was almost impossible for Y/n trying to avoid the right hand that almost smacked her. “A bitch slap is a cheap shot.” Lifting her hand she caught the redheads wrist before they can touch her shoulders. “How is she so good at this?” Nat asked herself as she started to walk off to a nearby check point. Time to hunt get the rest of the boys. It’s looks like its bird hunting season.
Clint sneaked off after his two teammates were tagged he hid in the vents,but a down and upside was it was pitch black which meant Y/n couldn’t use her powers and Clint couldn’t see were he was going. Shouting was heard below him on a floor he wasn’t sure about. “God dammit Sam you were suppose to be watching our backs!” Bucky yelled they both went to a check point. “I was looking!? She just popped up! Why do you think I have a fucking hand print on my face!!” Sam said at the same volume. Barton snickered speaking to himself lower then a whisper. “Ha,those idiots couldn’t cover themselves. Only amateurs never look behind them.” He said he glanced behind himself seeing dim black light from the vent cover. “Only morons never look in front of them.” A scream echoed through out the tower being carried by the vents and no one in the tower batted a eye at it.
The last remaining were Steve,Tony,and Stephen. Y/n hasn’t be tagged once while the two of the six original Avengers have been tagged once or twice dawning red and green paint. Steve wandered around trying to find his team or anyone to tag and just a floor above him the two goatee narcissistic men split up. The stare spangled man was face to face with the genius playboy. “So..it’s happening all over again.” The blonde said circling the brunette. “I guess it is,but you don’t have your Bucky bear to help you now.” Tony snarked seeing he had no team at the moment. “And you don’t have your suit what a shame I wanted a challenge.”
A small chuckle came from the corner of the room that went unheard as the charged towards one another. Y/n sat in the corner of the room quietly eating popcorn as she watch the fight. Everything was in Steve’s favor,but with Tony being smaller he can avoid and reach his appointed faster. With sigh she stood up it was fun while it lasted,but she needed to get them out. She slipped up behind Steve with neither of them noticing and her right hand came down fast as she darted away. “Someone just slapped my ass!” He yelped turning his head to look at the pink hand print. “LaNgUaGe.” Tony said mocking him. “That was five years ago can you give it a rest!?!” Before the brunette could deny his plea a hand smoked his cheek leaving blue. “Dammit sis!!! Why the face??!”
One last person Stephan was paint free and wanted it to stay that way. The doctor levitated off the ground and swiftly moved around the tower. The shirt he wore was given to him since he didn’t want paint on his actual clothes. Neon triangles over his chest made him able to be spotted,but also blend in with the rest of the halls. Stephan was about to turn the corner when he wrist were pinned to the wall. “Hello,Strange.” The figures that was completely black with neon outlining features. “L/n. Seems you’ve caught me by surprise.” He huffed getting ready to leave,but a squeeze to his still restrained wrist stopped him.
“You’re not leaving quite yet I won’t count that touch,but I finally got you alone.” A Chester sized grin pulled on her lips. “Levi a little help please?” She asked and the cloak left Stephen’s shoulders and proceeded to constrict his movements. “Really on her side?!” He hissed at the relic cursing under his breath. “Stop your whining!” The insults stopped as his gaze shifted back to her luminescent form. “Tony told me to go for it,but you were always nose deep in a book or too busy protecting the sanctum. Figured this is my chance.” Y/n sighed trying to rid herself of any nerves. “Y/n what are you talking abou—?!?”
His words died as she leaned forward and kissed him. Stephen was in shock his eyes wide before they drifted shut enjoying the moment. He was a man of logic,but no matter how many scenarios pop up or the infinite possibilities in the universe he could see never would the doctor have guessed that the girl that was there for him through it all would ever feel the same. “My brother told me…If you desire something,just take it. I’m kind of glad I took his advice!” Y/n said resting her forehead on his. A small giggle left her throat at the dazed look on his face.
“Oh and Stephen…tag you’re it.” With that she traveled away. Levi let him go as he looked at his chest. Two hand prints rested in the center of his disposable shirt glowed bright as he smiled. Tag was his new favorite game.
Thanks for the tag, @daikon1! Sorry I’m so late doing this!
Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know/catch up with.
Last movie at home: The Visit. It was…unsettling.
Favorite color: Egg Yolk Yellow
Last song: Keep going back and forth between “War With Heaven” by Keshi and “LMLY” by Jackson Wang
Sweet, savory, or spicy: Spicy AND savory! Sweet can take a hike.
Currently reading: JUST finished Circe by Madeline Miller; also reading Lore Olympus (weekly); Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert; Daring Greatly by Brene Brown; My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell. Plus innumerable design books checked out from the library. It think that’s it right now??
Currently working on: Taking back control of my creative process! Getting back to creating every day with sketches, paintings, digital illustration, or crafts!
Eep, I don’t think I know anyone who hasn’t already been tagged in this!!
Mine is multi-fandom as well, but not all anime, haha. I just looked for characters in some of my favorite mainstream series!
1. Tauriel is my height. The actress who plays her is 5’6!
2. By some cruel twist of fate, the only character I know of that shares my birthday is….Floch….from SNK….oh God kill me
3. I have the exact color and length of hair as Arwen in LOTR!
4. Barbossa from POTC is a fellow Libra apparently. I love that, haha. He’s awesome.
5. Priscilla from Dark Souls is a INFP/Mediator like me!
6. Ellie from the Last of Us is 19-20 in the latest game’s timeline! I just turned 20, and feel like she’s one of the few characters I like that really captures that age.
Currently reading: I have just finished Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao, the book that is about as intense, insane and amazing fun as I was lead to believe. Before that I re-read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, which was my favorite read of 2021, and a very satisfying re-read now. And now I am looking intensely at How Story Works by Lani Diane Rich, hoping to read it next.
Last Song: Six Feet Under by Kissin’ Dynamite, because I’ve just watched the third episode of the Peacemaker, and this song kicked me in some sensitive place, and I had to listen to it several times to get this song out of my brain.
Last Series: I’ve just finished the Expanse, the last season and everything. I probably should start the books, but these days long book series scare me.
Sweet, savory or spicy: depends on a mood and circumstances. Usually, I prefer savory and a bit sour. But with my tea I would have something sweet or nothing at all.
Currently working on: Several unfinished fics, several unfinished original stories. Also I am trying to delete all the unnecessary and double photos I have collected over the past… fifteen years?
Favorite Color: Usually I go with purple or royal blue.
Currently reading:Carrying the Fire: An Astronaut’s Journey by Michael Collins and Weby Yevgeny Zamyatin (this one is required for a history class I’m in).
Last Song: ‘Red’ by Thomas Bergersen, because I was listening to my classical/soundtrack music playlist earlier since that’s easier for me to listen to with a headache.
Last Series:Currently I’m watching The X-Files for the 20th(?) time, but the most recent new series I’ve watched is Archive81. If anyone out there likes occult horror mystery shows that have a touch of paranormal, Archive 81 is awesome. Or at least I really liked it.
Sweet, savory or spicy:I’m a big fan of spicy foods, and anything with sugar in it. So sweet or spicy would be my go-to food types, I suppose.
Currently working on:Finishing the Modern AU Bingo prompts I was sent months ago, a few headcanon asks I’ve had sitting around for forever, and Brave Soldier Girl Chapter II.
Favorite Color: Pearl Aqua! I’ve actually loved this colors since I was 12. And then it turned out that my favorite band had the same color as their official color.
Currently reading: I just finished the Poppy War series, and right now I’m reading No Longer Human. Next I’ll pick up the Grishaverse series, or maybe The Yiddish Policemen.
Last Song: APETITAN from Attack on Titan, though that’s a soundtrack- and a song would be aawake at night by Half Alive.
Last Series: Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood.
Sweet, savoury or spicy:Spicy!
Currently working on: Some translating work for my internship, ch13 of Silence of the Blue Spirit, some fics for Side Character Week, and some background art studies.
Favorite color: intense blue until the green spectrum, kinda light gray and white too
Current reading: nothing, unless fanfics counts, then I’m reading Birds of Paradise (Eruri) by @obiwhat, Dirt & Velvet (Eruri) by @shippingeruri, Pears (Zevi) from armint and well, I read more, I’m just very messy reading too so i’ll left this at this point fkdkdkkdfnnd
Favorite color: THIS CHANGES SO MUCH AHHHH but I think purples??? There’s this beautiful iris that grows in the spring and I absolutely adore it’s vivid hue
This is from me mum’s garden
Currently reading: Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Patton. One of my students asked for some help on analyzing it, so I volunteered myself to take a look!!! It’s pretty interesting, and quite poetic
Last Song: EHEHEHEHEHE Child of Evil, or the AOT Season 4 part 2 ending song
Last Series: The Blacklist
Sweet, Savory, or Spicy ?
SAVORY!!!!
Currently working on: redrawing the AOT S4 PT2 OP frame by frame on MS paint like a mad lad
Currently Reading:Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé. I have to write a review for it on Saturday at the most and I’m only halfway through it so I really have to hurry up but so far so good! I love the setting and It’s quite intriguing, with its gossip girl kind of mystery. I love how you keep knowing more and more about the characters page after page, discovering new secrets little by little.
Last song: Unspoken by Hurts. It’s a quite beautiful song that always reaches my heart I guess it makes me get all angsty because associate it with some of my otps, as I listened to it first with a ship fanvid hehe
Last series: Kdramas count, right? Then, Do you know Brahms? I’ve read so many mixed and bad reviews about this one, and then some more of people loving it, that I got curious. Although I’m only five episodes in, it’s so heartwarming that I declare myself of the ones that praise it Even when it gets a little dramatic for moments, that it’s somewhat slow, and that I’m not a fan of love triangles (and there’s a love hexagon in the background here, mind you), I find it enchanting. I love the main characters (they’re so introverted that I identify with them to my very core), the classic music is so soothing and—I’m just currently in love with it. Hope that doesn’t change.
Sweet, savory, spicy? Sweet. Give me icecream or a Cookies&Cream frappe and I’m forever yours kidding…or am I?
Currently working on: Finishing my WIP Time to Time and plotting (or trying to) my next multichapter, which is going to be a levihan enemies-to-lovers, if everything works out (hopefully, it will)
Favorite color: Also deep blood red :3 (and black)
Currently reading: Haven’t picked up a book in ages but I’m pretty sure the last one was The Children of Hurin :’)
Last song: Hallelujah by Underoath
Last series: Snk S4 part 2 plus rewatching Castlevania
Sweet, savory, spicy?: A healthy balance of savory and sweet. My spice tolerance is not particularly impressive :(
Currently working on: Getting spit-up stains out of my sweatshirt, learning about how to buy a house, and trying to make progress on some very uncooperative WIPs
1) Joined the levihan fandom and it’s probably one of the best things that could have happened to me
2) Went back to writing fanfiction. Wrote almost every day of the year and got SO much better at it! Practice really makes the difference❤️
3) Made a lot of amazing new friendsss (courtesy of the levihan community lmao). Y'all are my favourite ppl everr, thank you for being so nice and welcoming
4) Started working independently as a part-time graphic dssigner
5) Recorded some music that you may or may not be able to listen to in Spotify very soon
Thank you for the tag lovely, @danimjrart! I see you have a new account! ❤️
1. I made a Tumblr, haha. It was so I could join the Levihan fandom and that was totally worth it! I made a bunch of super cool friends because of that!
2. Went to meet an online friend irl for the first time ever, and at her wedding no less. Incredible experience and it strengthened our relationship. She’s amazing.
3. Signed up for a scholarship and won it! 5k for college never came in more handy during such a rough time.
4. Went on a lovely but low-key roadtrip to see some famous landscapes and a childhood town. Very fun.
5. I obsessed over Levihan! Haha, literally most of 2021 was me deriving serotonin from Levihan to keep my spirits up. It got me through some rough busy spurts, no joke
The phoca were hounds in as much as Thessa was a dryad; both shared similar functions and magic, but to call them such would be a lie. Thessa called bark and thorns to her protection like a tree, but was bound to an entire forest, not merely one heartwood. And the phoca, while possessing sharp teeth and keen noses, were about as far from land dwelling canids as a creature could get and still be loosely called “hound”.
Their eyes were fathomless black depths, dark and cold like a shark, not the warm, inviting selkie brown she knew from their allies. Their skin was also sharklike, but it was stretched over bodies with long limbs and powerful muscles, a thin webbing in between the fore and hind legs. Somewhere between a bat and a manta, the phoca were the hunting partners of mers.
Three ships: Xena and Gabrielle, Catherine and Peter, Derek and Casey
First ever ship: I thought it was Pazu and Sheeta from Castle in the Sky (i think that was my first OTP/obsession) but then looking back, I actually think in terms of shipping, it was Doctor and Rose from Doctor Who
Last song: Can’t Get Closer - Velvet
Last film: ‘Flowers in the Attic’ (2014) - Its such a deeply disturbing film. I wasn’t quite right after watching it.
Currently reading: You funny.
The next book I planning to read: 'You will get through the Night’ by Dan Howell
Three ships - Kaz and Inej, Derek and Casey, Buffy and Spike
First ever ship - Han and Leia
Last song - Ruby Tuesday by The Rolling Stones
Last film - Encanto
Currently reading - Trevor Noah’s autobiography “Born a Crime” and the serial manga “Bleach”
Currently watching - The main one I’m invested in right now is Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but I’ve been watching Life With Derek on the side (almost done). Kind of watching the Bleach anime, but mostly just skipping to specific scenes I enjoyed in the manga instead of watching it all in order because I find the anime tends to drag out certain scenes that were only a few pages long in the manga (which is kind of irritating).
Next book I’m planning to read - I’m actually not sure yet!
Three ships - Kanto and Toph (ATLA), Kaz and Inej (Six of Crows), and Daphne and Simon (Bridgerton)
First ever ship - Oof. uh…. Percabeth? haha I don’t know!
Last song - Stay Alive by Jungkook (Prod. by SUGA of BTS)
Last film - Toy Story
Currently reading - A Feast for Crows (GoT), Crooked Kingdom (Six of Crows), The Psychology of Money, When He Was Wicked (Bridgerton)
Currently watching - Um, right now just Kdramas. The next one my mom and I are starting is When Camillia’s Bloom I think… We recently watched Run On and Crash Landing on You.
Next book I’m planning to read - I’ve got the Bridgerton Series, and then Anne of Green Gables on my bookshelf. I’m also looking for another finance book to read but we’ll see if I find anything intriguing lmao.
Currently consuming - I was drinking coffee, but then my friends were like “drink some wine with us” So… I’m drinking some chardonnay LOL
Currently craving - Lobster rolls and Calamari! (gonna have that for dinner today LMAO)
It’s been a loong time since my last game of this kind! Thanks for the tag @nanunanu22
Three Ships: Kacchako, Zutara, Dramione (of which I read fics and consume art)
First ever ship: as an “active” shipper, Zutara, as a “I love you, you should marry” probably something in the cartoon I watched as a child but the first one I remember is Hachi and Nobu (ready to have my heart broken since 199something)
Last song: Call it fate, Call it karma (The Strokes)
Last Film: Grease!
Currently Reading: My knitting scheme and papers from work
Currently Watching: The crime show on air while I’m knitting (usually Midsomer Murders) and Haikyuu for when I need a pick-me-up
Next book planning to read: who knows, I’ve more than 100 tabs open on my phone, I should probably read them first
Currently Consuming: A shit tone of Fagioli all'uccelletto con salsiccia (sorry, I don’t know how to translate it) because I made a bit too much and now I have to finish it
wanted to do this too cause it’s cute, but instead of only creating myself, i decided to create myself, baji and fuyu on a date
as you can see (hopefully), they surprised me bc i’ve been sick since wednesday shsbhs. fuyu gave me my favorite type of roses (the white ones) and baji took a pic of my shocked face T.T
i adore self ship stuff so tysm for the tag, ann! just so you know, i read every one of these, i just love hearing about other people’s self ships
what i love almost as much though is talking about my own hehe, so here ya go!
ps: for some reason ann i did not expect you to ship yourself w/ atsumu but now that you mention it, i can totally see it ❤️ (id love to read more stuff about your self ship btw—)
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones//paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock//blue or green // sunsets or sunrises//tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight//sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil//pandas or koalas // gold or silver//sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple//chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future//constellations or aurora borealis
@iernos omg how did I not see you marked me on this???? wtf im so ashamed now thank you so much, I love these games!!
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling//earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green//sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids//candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket//pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume//drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
THIS WAS SUCH A FUN GAME TY FOR TAGGING ME IM LITERALLY CRYING IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling//earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green//sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight//sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy//deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future//constellations or aurora borealis
there were some i left blank bc i just don’t really care for either of them !!
hot shower orcold shower //textingor calling // earphones or headphones // paperbackor hardcover // matteorgel//12 hour clockor 24 hour clock // blue or green//sunsetsor sunrises // tulips or orchids// candle light or moonlight// sci-fi or horror// pen or pencil// pandas or koalas//goldor silver // sneakersor boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pinkor purple // chocolate or sour candy//deodorantor perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones//lemonadeor fruit juice // pastor future // constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones//paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock//blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror//pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver//sneakers or boots // denim jacketorleather jacket // pink or purple//chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight//sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots//denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple//chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones //lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel//12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror//pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket//pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy//deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones//lemonade or fruit juice // past or future//constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower//texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock//blueorgreen//sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids//candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots//denim jacket or leather jacket // pinkorpurple//chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema//pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock //blue or green // sunsets or sunrises//tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror//pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver//sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones// lemonade or fruit juice// past or future//constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight//sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil//pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple//chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema//pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling//earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover//matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green//sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas//gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket //pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema//pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future//constellations or aurora borealis
thanks for the tag Rei (your boys are definitely handsome) ❤️@quirrrky
Does that make me even more simper? They’re so pretty *wiping drool*
From top to bottom: Bokuto Koutaro (Haikyuu), Mitsuya Takashi (Tokyo Revengers), Kise Ryouta (Kuroko no Basket, Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice) , Levi Ackerman (Attack On Titan), Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen),Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen), Zoro Roronoa (One Piece), Alucard (Castlevania)
Thanks for the tag babe! I HAVENT SEEN SPIDERMAN YET! Which is so weird for me because I usually see marvel movies opening day. But my friend was on vacation and we always go together so I have been waiting not so patiently
Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or catch up with
Favorite color: Red! It used to change every day but now it’s usually just red
Last song: Still Dre by Dr. Dre
Last movie: Curious George Christmas Monkey Special
Currently Reading: I’m gonna be honest I have read a book in a long time. I used to be such a book worm but now which makes me sad soo if you have any good book recommendations lmk
Currently Working On: Benching 2 plates jk I’m working on the next chapter of The Other Half and some matchups
@gojosimpehe thank you for the tag! This looks super fun to do!
Rules: tag 9 people you wanna know better/catch-up with.
Favorite color: it’s either blue or purple. It changes like a every day but those are my favs.
Last song: How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds (love her ❤️).
Last movie: just watched Hairspray like two days ago!
Currently reading: BNHA manga (vol 9), it’s been a hot minute though because of school but I need to start it back up!
Currently working on: cleaning my room. With school and other things it’s been messy and what not so I wanna get that do this week along with my clothes!
Sweet, savory, spicy: can I say all? Probably sweet especially with all the Christmas candy I have!
I don’t really have 9 people to tag but I do have a few!!
Hey Eri! Thanks for the tag and merry (late) Christmas!
Rules: tag 9 people you wanna know better/catch-up with.
Favorite color: Green. Emerald green, forest green. if it’s dark and deep I love it.
Last song: I’ve not been listening to music since I'v gone in isolation, so I had to look at my spotify and apparently is That funny feeling by Bo Burnham, quite fitting.
Last movie: Does watching season2 of Thw Witcher in one go count? Otherwise Elf, like every respectable good Christmas.
Currently reading: I’m catching up on my 98 (98!!) open fanfiction tags waiting for my mum to pass me “When We Cease to Understand the World”.
Currently working on: coming to term with two weeks of isolation during the festivities and trying to find the motivation to work anyway from home
Sweet, savory, spicy: my heart says sweet but my sweet tooth is bigger in my head than in reality, so probably savory
thanks for the tag @s-rosalia! (i still can’t tag you??) im always v curious about people so these kinda games are fun c: also, late merry christmas! <3
favourite colour; peach and jade green
last song; love is a bitch by two feet; love me a sensual sounding song
last movie; soul! what a lovely movie btw, definitely one i recommend, it’s so heartwarming and intriguing. i definitely think it’s one to watch if you’re in a tough spot.
currently reading; i have 20 tabs open on ao3 but most are genshin related
currently working on; my self confidence and talking openly with customers lmaooo cries
A/N: Thank you sooooo so much to everyone who has read this series. I love you all immensely. Song is ‘’Hard for Me’’ by Michele Morrone. I hope every one has a very happy safe new year, thank you for sticking with me throughout this journey.
You keep telling me that I am free to go But I’m addicted to you It’s a lie It’s a lie
‘’No, absolutely not.’’
‘’And why not?’’
Cocking her head upwards, she beams at the sight of his thick eyebrows knotted together in feigned annoyance. The twinkle in his dark eyes gives him away as he grins down at her, admiring that tiny dimple that graces the left corner of her mouth whenever she laughs or smirks in mischief. Just as she is doing now. Her waves of dark hair frame her face as they bathe in this rare moment of peace. She giggles and he knows then and there that he’ll never tire of hearing it.
‘’Mario, we are absolutely not naming them ‘Brutus,’’ she sits up. His eyes immediately fell upon her proud bump, bare to see in the privacy of their little love nest. Their little miracle, their ‘’little pea’’ as she had recently coined them. Mario had been so eager to find out the sex of ‘’little pea’’, but he could not help but indulge his wife’s wishes of being surprised at the birth. They waited nearly ten years for their little miracle, a few more weeks wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t be much longer, he constantly found himself reflecting, only a few short weeks until they would welcome little pea home.
‘’What? It’s a classic. It’s a good, strong name for a strong boy,’’ Mario leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his wife’s as she placed his hand against her stomach, maneuvering it around her smooth skin until little pea’s strong legs began kicking against his palm much to their shared delight.
‘’Bold of you to assume we’re having a boy,’’ she quirked a brow in amusement, her full lips stretched into that smile that made it hard for Mario to breathe at times.
‘’You seem pretty confident we’re not,’’ he retorted, pressing a kiss to her nose.
She smiled up at her husband, taking in his features. As the years passed by his hair had begun to thin and gray hairs speckled around the sides, although that was most likely due to the stress that accompanied his job rather than age. He was still her Mario, her strong and protective, devoted husband. Her hand cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his tan skin.
‘’After all these years…when will you realize I’m never wrong?’’ she sighed, leaning into his embrace as little pea’s kicks settled down into more of a flutter in her stomach.
Mario scoffed, encompassing his wife in his strong arms as they laid back down on their bed. So many years had they tried for a child, each year filled with bitter disappointment and less and less hopes of ever being a family. Just when they had begun to make their peace with the possibility of never being parents, one tiny pink ‘’+’’ sign changed their lives and filled it with newfound hope.
‘’What about Alessia?’’ she pondered, staring up at the ceiling as they curled up to one another.
A small, genuine smile graced Mario’s lips. He looked down at her, kissing her forehead. ‘’I like it. I like it a lot.’’ She smiled back, sighing as she stretched out her legs, enjoying the feel of her husband’s hands running along her skin.
‘’I have been thinking…of stepping down as Torricelli’s bodyguard.’’
He felt her stiffen a bit at the confession. He knew she wasn’t a fan of his line of work. She was aware of the horrors he had witnessed since joining the Torricelli clan. More than on one occasion had she awoken to him having night terrors or had to scrub his shirts until her knuckles were sore from getting crimson stains out of them. While she hated the lifestyle that came with her husband’s job, she knew it was no use to convince him to ever leave it. As hard as it was saying goodbye to him every morning, not knowing if that would be the last time she’d ever see him, she remained loyal to him and supported him to the best of her ability. And deep down she knew that he harbored immense guilt.
The guilt of introducing her, and now their unborn child, into the world of the mafia. That he felt less than for introducing her to this life of danger, despite the money he provided and the ostentatious lifestyle they were now capable of having. Two poor children growing up on the streets of Sicily with barely enough money to afford dinner some nights, now living in a mansion of their own thanks to one of Italy’s greatest mafia families. Yet, she wondered how different their lives could have been if they just left it all behind and moved to some unchartered island surrounded by beaches. Somewhere safe, where their child could just run and grow and be merry. Where her and Mario could grow old in a humble house and surrounded by their grandchildren. Just her, Mario, and little pea.
‘’You might step down, but I know you could never leave it for good. If not for the money, then for that little boy,’’ she hummed.
Little Massimo had always looked up to Mario. His own father loved him dearly and spent every second he could with the boy but work tended to pull him aside and left Mario to fill the role of the father more often than not. She knew Mario secretly thought the same of Massimo, and her heart ached that she could not have given him a child of his own to play soccer with or to tell stories of heroes and gods to. Until now, that is.
‘’He’s a good kid…too good for this life,’’ he thought to himself, fingers stroking the exposed skin of her back. She didn’t respond, leading him to look back down at her. They both knew it was too late, that he would carry on his father’s legacy at some point. That those sweet, innocent brown eyes would harden with age and the violence would shape him into his father and his father before him.
‘’You both are.’’
She heavily exhaled through her nose, hand cupping his cheek to force him to meet her eyes.
‘’We’re not going anywhere. We’re a family,’’ she firmly stated. Mario nodded, ignoring the terrible feeling that this was all a dream. A child’s prayer. That they were working with borrowed time. But he would allow himself to rest easy now, for her sake. He would will himself to enjoy this rare moment of bliss and light in a life where blood and crime filled every waking moment. He willed it with every atom of he possessed; that things would just remain as they were now.
‘’I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. To both of you.’’
‘’I know. But there will be a day you will stop hating yourself for trying to make a better life for them than the ones we had as children,’’ she responded, pressing a kiss to his lips, smiling as little pea gave a hearty kick in agreement.
‘’I love you so much, Isabella. Mi principessa.’’
‘’I love you too Mario.’’
I thought that it was enough But I don’t wanna say goodbye
You awoke with a start, letting a deep sigh exit your mouth as quietly as you could. The strong arm wrapped around your midsection aided in evening your breaths as you took in your surroundings. The familiar scent that made up Massimo filled your being with instant relief despite the few stray tears that stained the beige pillowcase under your head. It wasn’t too often that you dreamt, and if you did it usually revolved around your loved ones. A faceless woman and Mario, scenarios that were impossible to remember but you tried desperately to create and unfold. The parents that you were robbed off. Dreaming of them helped heal you over the years, despite the heaviness in your chest. You quietly untangled yourself from the man heavily snoring beside you, admiring his peaceful state and noting that even with age he was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains of your bedroom, New Zealand’s winter weather providing a nice comfortable chill. Winters, as you and Massimo quickly discovered, were one of the warmest times of the year, and your favorite. The locals had been kind, quick to consider the two of you and your son ‘’whanau’’ or ‘’extended family.’’ They showed you the ins and outs of life in rural New Zealand, sharing their language and culture. In no time, your family of three felt as though this place had been your true home all along.
The blades of grass tickled your bare feet as you took your morning stroll through the clearing. The Northern part of the country was full of them, and you found that your ritualistic morning walks through the fields did wonders for your health. Nearly twenty years had passed to the day the two of you moved to this new country with nothing but two suitcases filled with clothes and your infant son. So many birthdays passed, Christmases with Massimo dressing as Saint Nicholas in red swim trunks, graduations, staying up late on New Year’s Eve and waking up early to take the kids to school, all of it.
You would think of these moments along with other random things as your bare feet felt the cool earth beneath you. You would think of Massimo, who was still as handsome as the day you met him. Older, but still divine in his own right, gray hairs gracing his beard and atop his head. Fine lines by the corner of his light brown eyes from so many years of happiness and laughter. You also thought of your children.
Your son would be visiting you two for Christmas break. Shit, you hoped Massimo would find the note you left instructing him to take the chicken out of the freezer for the special dinner tonight. Apparently y/s/n was bringing a girl he met at university and it was of the upmost importance that you and Massimo did not ‘’totally embarrass him’’ by bringing out the baby albums. You grinned at the thought of showing his girlfriend a particular picture of a six-year-old y/s/n mooning the camera because his father had not allowed him a second slice of pie.
Having your daughter had been easier, admittedly. By the time you fell pregnant with y/d/n the three of you had set roots down in your home. Y/s/n was in school and old enough to help out with his baby sister and you and Massimo had settled into comfortable careers and your neighbors acted as adopted grandparents to your children. She was a spitting image of you, but she had her father’s pride that often served as the source of numerous insignificant fights between the two. Y/s/n resembled a perfect blend of his parents but had developed your reserved and empathetic nature while y/d/n could bring the former boss of the Torricelli clan to his knees with one glare. . .most of the time.
Other times your mind drifted to things that needed to be done around the house, of the ocean, of the handful of genuine friends your little family had made over the years. Years of therapy and the occasional call with your therapist allowed you to also reflect on the past without the tight restraints of anxiety and fear restricting your breathing. Instead, you reflected on happier times. Like the way Mario would sigh in content after each sip of his black coffee. Or the rose garden that you adored so much. Or even as a child the way your pseudo-parents laughed as you ran along the shore, jumping over waves and feeling the sand between your toes.
You found yourself constantly repeating the process of making peace with the past. How the horror and the beauty of it all could both coexist and live in your memories. The good and the bad could both exist and remain true, and the guilt did not have to plague your being as it had done so in your youth. The ghosts of the past no longer filled you with dread but would rather greet you and walk alongside you like old friends. That’s the thing about dealing with ghosts, they could only hold power over you if allowed them to.
You sat down on a mossy log, sighing as you took in the smell of sea salt and fresh grass. Occasionally a few Kaimanawa horses would cautiously graze the fields, only to quickly gallop away as if they had never been there, much like the ghosts of your past.
Y/d/n would be running late for dinner, as she had begun volunteering at a local retirement center between graduating high school and making the move down South for college. Medical school was clear in her future, while her older brother preferred studying World History to become a professor one day. Admittedly, both Massimo and you had full hearts that swelled with pride at your two children who grew up exactly the way the two of you had desperately hoped for; normal. A peaceful smile graced your lips, hands brushing away a few strands of hair that danced in the wind.
‘’You’re not very inconspicuous, dear,’’ you called out, only to be greeted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and lips pressed against your temple.
‘’Yeah, well once you’ve been married for 19 years, you tend to abandon being inconspicuous,’’ Massimo retorted, coaxing a playful scoff from you. You had some faded love bites from the other night that would greatly argue against that sentiment. The two of you had gotten older, but the sexual appetite seemingly only increased with age. You glanced down at the ring that had been resting on your left hand, the sparkle of the diamond would always draw attention in the sunlight. The two of you rested in comfortable silence, laying your head against his shoulder as you both watched the way the sun bounced off the turquoise waves.
‘’Your son is bringing a girl home for dinner tonight,’’ you murmured.
‘’I just got off the phone with him, apparently it’s serious,’’ Massimo responded, a shadow of a smirk on his face and playful wiggle of his dark brows led you to playfully swat at his chest.
‘’Be nice, he’s nervous. I’m sure you can attempt to remember when we were young and you’d get flustered around me.’’
‘’Remember? Principessa, to this day you still take my breath away.’’
‘’Yes because whenever I try to cook the house nearly always bursts into flames,’’ you joked, earning a deep laugh from your husband, his chest vibrating against the side of your face.
‘’Y/d/n will be late again, I’m sure. She got that trait from you,’’ you added, squealing as he jokingly pinched your thigh.
‘’I wasn’t the one who took her sweet time getting to the hospital.’’
You grinned at the memory. So much laughter. So many wonderful moments. A stark contrast as to how the two of you had met. Almost comically different from where you two began. Life had just been so easy following the fire, following the move here. Like everything just fell into place the moment you got out of Italy.
Both of your wedding bands glistened in the sun as the sounds of the waves echoed throughout the crisp air.
‘’Are you happy?’’ you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Massimo nodded, his head, knowing that your question did not mean if he was happy simply in this moment.
‘’I’m happy…you happy?’’
Happy. The word you had been chasing and dancing with your whole lives. The word you wanted so desperately to fill your children’s lives with, and you both knew you had succeeded when they thought their parents were a normal, boring middle-aged couple who had met somewhere in Europe and moved to New Zealand for a better life. You succeeded in concealing the past and all of its’ demons. A pandora’s box of secrets and violence, locked away but never forgotten. You both raised wonderful children who were beginning to take on the world and make it their own. The two of you were so beautiful together, Massimo was such a devoted father.
He was your best friend; you had realized at some point early on in your marriage. Friendship, it turned out, had been the basis for your relationship. Not lust. Not greed. Not vengeance. Friendship. The two of you had been given a life of lies and crime at birth, but in one another found something worth growing old for and worth leaving it all behind.
Both of you defeated the odds and made a home for yourselves and a blissful marriage filled with love and passion and patience. How could you simply limit what you were feeling to just one simple, but powerful word? ‘’Happy.’’ Neither of you were all that experienced in happiness, prior to having your children of course. Or truth. Or normalcy.
You analyzed Massimo’s face as he broke his gaze from the ocean to stare down at you. The face you woke up next to every morning and kissed before falling asleep at night. The one person who loved you without question as equitably as you loved them. Your Massimo. A soft smile found its’ way back home to your face as you leaned in to meet your husband in a kiss. Maybe, just for him, you could allow yourself to ease into the simple, powerful world.
‘’I’m happy.’’
And I think you should know That I won’t let it go
Y/d/n sighed as she made her way down the halls, ready to check out for the day. Untying her thick hair from the tight pony tail, she sighed and rubbed at the stiffness in her neck. She knew her parents would tease her relentlessly about her ‘’impeccable timing’’ at the dinner table later on. She still had to change clothes and shoes and at least try to look presentable for her brother and his new beau. She groaned, readying herself for the night ahead.
‘’Alessia?’’ a soft-spoken voice called out, making her tense up and twirl around with furrowed brows. Was one of her mother’s friends here?
‘’Ma’am?’’ she questioned, entering the room of one of the many residents. An elderly woman, probably entering her mid-eighties sat in a bed, her white hair pulled into a tight bun.
‘’A-Alessia? Is it you?’’ her meek voice called out, hands shakily reaching towards her.
‘’No ma’am, I’m y/d/n,’’ she smiled down at the woman, taking one of her hands with both of her own in an attempt to comfort her.
‘’Y-you look so familiar,’’ the old woman whispered, eyes squinting only slightly as she gazed into the young woman’s eyes. ‘’You remind me so much…I-I lost her, I don’t know where she went,’’ her sad eyes conveyed years of pain. Honey brown eyes, similar to her own shiny with unshed tears.
Y/d/n smiled sadly, stroking the older woman’s hands and listening with an empathetic ear. Alessia wasn’t a common name around these parts, which left y/d/n feeling confused and slightly unsettled as she comforted the elderly woman who, although never having met her, felt. . .different. As though she had known her without knowing her.
‘’Who did you lose?’’
‘’My daughter…she was so tiny. Little pea.’’
The older woman sighed, shaking her head and laying back down into the crisp white sheets, running a shaky hand down her face as she collected her thoughts.
‘’If you’d like, I can come by tomorrow and visit you? I’d love to be friends and get to know you more,’’ y/d/n offered, earning a small smile from the woman.
‘’Thank you, Alessia.’’
‘’My name is y/d/n, ma’am.’’ The older woman smiled, settling back into her bed before resting her eyes, trying to dismiss a feeling of uncertainty brewing in the back of her mind.
‘’My name is Isabella.’’
Y/d/n smiled kindly, nodding her head as she tried to search the archives of her young mind. Who was she? Why did she look so familiar?
‘’I’ll be back tomorrow, Isabella.’’
The elder woman offered a sad smile, but a spark of hope illuminated her honey brown eyes.
‘’You will?’’
She was already halfway out of the room, turning back to give a grin that showcased the dimple on the left-hand side of her cheek.
‘’For you, a thousand times over.’’
It was like a million times I’m singing a lullaby And I think you should know That I won’t let it go
Tagged by @widevibratobitch to post the last line of fic I’ve written.
Here’s the thing… I saw this on my way to my in-laws’. My most recent WIP is an original story, but it’s at home. However, hubby and I had to stop on our way to his parents’ anyway, so I grabbed a cheap notebook and pens so that I could write some of my Lawrence x Ali fic while hanging out with the folks, and therefore, have something to post.
