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Best Class

Kim Minju

Words: 5.6k

Fluff

Cringy as Hell; but whatever

Thanks to @iznsfw and @panchatea for helping

MOST OF THE DIALOGUE IS IN KOREAN. BUT IF ITALICIZED, JUST PRETEND IT IS IN ENGLISH. LOL, NOT REALLY IMPORTANT.

You enter Seoul National University’s College of Humanities and approach the Office of the Vice-Dean. He began an English as a Second Language program for people outside the University. The tutees range from students going to college, both local and international, to young professionals planning to work abroad.

They also recruit university students just like you as teachers. Having English as your first language, you jump on the idea as soon it is offered to you. It has benefits like gaining some credits for college, and even the small pay can help.

*Knock* *Knock*

“Come in.”

“Sir, you're asking for me?”

“Ah- yes, I have another job for you. I think you would like it.”

“Sir, my schedule is jam-packed. I can’t squeeze in another class.”

“Trust me, I know you’ll regret it if you don’t. I can transfer one of your classes to someone else.” enthusiastically proposing.

You sigh for a second. “Okay, sir, If you insist.” tiredly mumble

The fear of losing the position makes you reluctantly accept it. At least he isn’t trying to make your load heavier.

He hands you an envelope. It was thicker than usual. Typically, it would only be for one or two students. But this time, it felt more than 10.

“You know the drill. The profiles and results of the diagnostic tests are inside. You’ll meet them at…...10 am tomorrow; I’ll send you the final address later. ”

“Thank you, sir.”

You bow as you exit the room. But the only thing you want to do at this point is to sleep; the toll of having 7-5 classes is horrendous, and only having one 30-minute lunch break doesn’t do any favors. The growl on your stomach still aches. That lingers since the start of the day. Every time you pass by the cafeteria between classes, you fantasize about what will be your next meal. After not eating the entire day, a quick and easy solution is convenience store’s pre-packed meal that contains double the daily caloric intake. Regardless, food is food, and you are starving.

After arriving at home, you drop everything and shove your dinner in the microwave. Tossing the envelope on the counter, only daring to open it when the class starts. You sit down in the dining room, staring at your food, waiting for it to be cooked.

*Ding*

There goes the microwave. You pull out the hot meal and throw it on the table with your hands slightly burnt. As you peel off the plastic cover, the hot steam escaping makes your mouth salivate. The cheap sandwich you got for lunch is nothing compared to this fatty, salty, delicious dinner.

As soon as you finish the food, you limp towards your room and fall face flat on the bed, and sleep. Still wearing the same clothes you have worn since the start of the day.

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*BEEP* *BEEP *BEEP*

After the 18th million alarm, you look at the clock. It is 9 am, time to panic. You jump out of your bed and run straight to the bathroom and take a barely acceptable shower. You return back to your room to put on clothes. As you struggle to pull up your pants, you fall to the ground bruising your forehead. While standing up, you see on Kakaotalk,

“the address is 66, Sangamsan-ro, Mapo-gu, Seoul. Good luck!”.

Exiting the room with a wrinkled polo, you grab your teaching materials, almost forgetting the envelope on the counter, and zoom down towards the street.

After checking your watch, only 30 minutes left. You flag down a taxi since there is no time for public transportation and show the driver the address on your phone.

“Sir, how long will it take?”

“30 minutes. But if you want, I can make it 20.”

“Yes, please.”

He steps on the gas, pushing you back on your seat. He navigates through the busy streets of Seoul during rush hour- Surprisingly, without breaking any traffic laws.

But you constantly check and recheck your watch, looking at it as if it would somehow speed things up. You have never been late for a class, much more the first meeting. The Vice-Dean will kill you if he finds out that you aren’t on time.

Upon arriving, the driver slams on the brakes, forcing you to hit the seat in front.

“Thank you, sir, you saved my life.” as you pay the fare, giving him an extra tip as a gift.

“You aren’t the first one to say that.”

As you exit, you look up and see the building “CJ Entertainment.”

Thinking to yourself, “Is this the right place?” you look at the map again. “Is it?.......”

You enter the lobby, and there is a receptionist.

“Hello, sir, how can we help you?”

“I'm here as the English tutor from Seoul National University.”

“Okay, wait a minute.” She calls a number.

But you go back to looking at your watch, hoping and praying you won’t be late.

“Sir, do you have an ID with you?”

“Here, is my school ID?” Handing it over to the receptionist in exchange for the visitor’s permit.

“Go down and take a right. There are elevators. Go up to the 12th floor. Then the office is just in front of it. You should meet the manager there.”

You go towards the security gate, scan the visitor’s permit, and head towards the elevator. After the doors open, you enter and press the 12th-floor button. With the short ride, you ponder:

“Who are my students? Will it be IZ*ONE? That is impossible. It would be pretty cool. But I’m probably just be going to teach some random employees instead.”

*Ding*

As the elevator doors open, you see someone waving at you as soon as you step out. He runs out of the glass doors and greets you.

“Are you the English teacher?”

“Yes, I'm. Am I late?”

“No, you're just in time. I am the manager.” As he pulls your wrist, dragging you with him

“Okay, I need you to be quiet about you teaching them. We will be releasing a new song and announcing a world tour soon. They would need to learn quickly, and you cannot tell anyone under any circumstance.”

“Wait, what?!”

Before you can ask anything, he throws you in the middle of a conference room with a long table, a whiteboard in front. Turning your head to the right, you count 1...2...3...12 girls sitting. After slowly realizing it, It is IZ*ONE, all 12 members right in front of you. Being unable to comprehend what’s happening, you stand there shocked for a second.

The girls stand up, “Hello, teacher. We're in your care.” and bow to you.

You finally snap out of the gaze of seeing your favorite idols and, as calm as humanly possible, walk to the podium in front to collect yourself before introducing yourself.

“Hello, I'm going to be your teacher for the next three months. I hope you will learn a lot.”

“Now you met them. I will leave you to it. They have another schedule in two hours.” The manager says as he steps out, now with you and IZ*ONE alone.

“Okay, Ummmm- yeah.” your mouth stutters, your legs tremble, and your hands shake as you pull out the documents in the envelope.

“Teacher, are you alright,” Eunbi asks

“I am fine….”

“I think he is our fan!!!!” Yujin shouts.

Her intuition is correct. Suppose the nervousness of meeting your favorite idols isn’t enough. Now, Yujin makes it worse by making you the focus of everyone’s attention. All 12 girls of them are now looking at you.

“Everyone, stand up! One two three.”

“Eyes on me”

“The moment we become one, everyone pays attention.”

“Hello, we are IZ*ONE.” The familiar greeting that every WIZ*ONE would be happy to hear.

Finally, regaining your composure, “Yes, I'm a fan, but I'm here as a teacher.” standing up straight and pulling out their profiles.

“I'm going to tell you how this would work. I'll give general lectures that everyone will be attending. Then, you’ll be divided into-” you pause for a second and chuckle a bit. “You'll be divided into different classes from A-F based on the diagnostic tests; I believe you are familiar with this,” laughing at the coincidence, “ and at the end of the three months, you’ll take a reassessment test to see how much you have improved."

Some laugh. Some groan. Some others just sit with their head buried in their hands, remembering the horrors of Produce 48.

"Not this again!" Yena protest. "I cannot believe this. I thought we were done.”

"Come on; it cannot be that bad." Chaewon reasons, "It is going to be easier to learn."

"I am sure everyone would improve. I mean, anyone can improve. I went from D to C." Minju siding with Chaewon.

“I just hope I would not go from A to F again," Yuri laughs nervously

"I'm sure that I would be A. I have the best English in IZ*ONE." Wonyoung brags

"A-class is reserved for students who are already native speakers or as proficient enough to be on the same level as then. They would be like Wendy of Red Velvet, Somi, and Lia of Itzy. But let see what Wonyoung got."

You pull out her profile from the back.

"It says you are B class. That is very good considering you did not study outside Korea."

"I thought it would be higher." Wonyoung pouts. "Is it higher than Yujin-Unnie?"

You pull out Yujin's profile. "She is C class."

“Ha, I'm higher.” Wonyoung teases

"Well, everyone improves with this class." Yujin sticks out her tongue at Wonyoung. "I will be better than you, eventually. I will be A class soon."

"Enough with the bickering. Let's see the others."

"Eunbi F-class. Sakura D-class. Hyewon F-"

"F?! Not again." Hyewon moans

"It says you had great pronunciation, but that’s it…... You will improve. I hope…... Anyway, Yena and Chaeyeon D class."

"To be honest, I would be lower. I just guessed the test." Yena says at the same time, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yena, you did pretty well at the vocabulary for D class. But Chaeyeon, you barely made it. Let's change that. Okay?......Chaewon D class. You had the best oral in the D class. It is almost as good as C, but you need to work on your sentence construction…….., Minju is C class."

The other members gasp.

"Ya- see. I’m not as dumb as you think." Minju raises her fist.

"Nako F. Hitomi F Yuri F, and we know Yujin and Wonyoung already. Before we begin, I want you to try to introduce yourselves in English. Does anyone have an English name already?”

Chaeyeon, Minju, and Wonyoung raise their hand.

“Okay, who among the three of you wants to go first?”

Wonyoung confidently gets up from her seat as the other two put their hands back down.

“I will, teacher.” Showing off her near perfect but quite not there yet English.

Wonyoung stands front and center “”Hi, I'm Wonyoung.”

“Wonyoung, use your English name.”

“I'm sorry, teacher. Hi, I'm Vicky Rebecca Elizabeth Jang. You can call me Vicky Jang, and I was born on August 31,2004.”

“Very nice! Vicky.” As she joyfully skips back to her seat. You ask, “Minju, Chaeyeon. Do you want to go next?”

Minju then shyly raises her hand and shuffles her feet to the front. She takes a deep breath and starts.

“Hi, I am Min-”

“English name, English name,” you mumble to her.

“AAAAAAH! sorry, sorry, sorry.” She explains

The other members explode in laughter.

“MINJU-GATTO” Yena points out.

Minju again raises her fist for the second time and uses her two fingers to point at her eyes and at Yena to try to threaten her.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go back.” You have to calm everyone down. “Minju, would you want to proceed?”

“Hi, I am Amy.”

“Amy? That’s a pretty name.”

“OOoooOOOoooo, Does the teacher have a crush on Minju- I mean Amy,” Yujin teases from the back.

“Yujin, you don’t have to say that. I just think Amy is a nice name, especially for Minju.” You point out, “Amy, please continue.”

As her cheeks slowly redden. “Hi, I am Amy Carrie "Democracy" Kim or just Amy. I was born on February 05, 2001. Is that it?” saying with her angelic voice.

“AAH- right Minju means Democracy hmm nice name.”

“TEA-”

“Yuri, don’t say anything!” stopping to say what she wanted to. “Okay, thank you, Amy. Chaeyeon?”

She gets up and walks to the front.

“I ….ammmm….Anne Lee? Teacher…..youu.. can…call me...Anne?”

“Okay, thanks enough, Chaeyeon, thank you. I’ll call you Anne then.”

You tell yourself, “Well, she does need to improve.”

“Teacher, how about us?” Eunbi asks

You go back, go your stuff and pull out a book.

“Here is a list of English names. You can choose one if you want.” as you slide the book in the middle. “It doesn’t have to be long like Wonyoung/Vicky’s. It could be short, like Chaeyeon/Anne. Just don’t make it 4 names or something. Once you are done, I want you to try introducing yourself.”

The other members look at the book. Laughing in choosing a name and reading the different meanings. As everyone finally got their names and introduced themselves to varying degrees of success. You begin the first proper lesson.

A/N: at this point, I’ll use their Korean names even during the classes to avoid confusion.

As the two hours pass, the class nears its end, and the manager knocks on the door,

"Teacher, are you done? It is time for them to go to their next schedule," he asks.

"Let me just wrap up; then they can leave."

Shortly after you finish, everyone packs their belongings and goes to their following schedule.

"Eunbi, can you come here for a second?"

"What do you need?"

"Since you are the leader. I need to send the times for the different classes.”

She puts her number in your contacts for you to send the final schedule.

As soon as Eunbi leaves and the door closes, your legs give in; you had to cling to the podium so you would not fall onto the floor. You still cannot believe that you are IZ*ONE's private English teacher.

You happily exit the room, then another employee stops you. "Teacher, I was told to arrange for you to have a permanent pass. If you would wait at the front. I’ll start with the paperwork.”

You sit down on the couch and pull out your phone. There it is. Minju is in your wallpaper. You admire it for a while, and yes, Yujin unknowingly figures out that Minju is your favorite member.

"Sir, here is your pass. You'll have all of your meetings in the same room as before. The manager you just met will be in charge of your session."

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As weeks go by, IZ*ONE’s English is improving. They surprise you as they are faster than your previous students, praising all of them, particularly your favorite member, Minju. Not because she is your bias, but she is one of the best so far. She is consistently on time to class and always participates in discussions.

Eventually, the other members tease Minju when you call her or when you compliment her. The others laugh at her like she has a teacher-crush on you. You have to ignore it as it would be very unprofessional if you date a student, much more, a celebrity.

But your deep desire to date Minju slowly surfaces. The members notice your cheeks start blushing every time you see her. Yujin especially enjoys making fun of the two of you. She is the first one to catch your liking of her when she sees the photocard on the back of your phone. Even intentionally becomes late to C-class, leaving you two alone.

Soon, you and Minju become closer. She would come up and ask for some advice. Each question would slowly become more personal for her. Like:

“Does my outfit look nice?”

“Does my new perfume suites me?”

You can guess she is trying to impress you, but you try to make up any excuse to keep it off your mind. Stressing yourself that you cannot do anything about your suppressed feelings.

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Arriving on time for one of your C class lessons, Eunbi said that Minju and Yujin would be late for class today. So, you just sit down and scroll through IZ*ONE's Instagram to burn time.

Finally, fifteen minutes later, you get startled by the sound of the door opening and hitting the wall next to it. It is Minju; she rushes inside, panting and still wearing her training clothes.

"Sorry, teacher, our dance lessons extended longer than usual. I had a hard time with the choreography again." Sitting in the seat right beside you.

"No, it is fine. You are always working hard for WIZ*ONE."

"Do you—I mean WIZ*ONE always think we do our best?"

"Yes, of course, By the way, where is Yujin? When is she going to be here?"

"Oh- she might be late. She said we can start without her."

"Okay, sure, what we will do is a short writing assignment. You’ll need to write an essay and read it to me. It can just be 100 words.”

"What should it be about?"

"Ask in English."

"What should it be about?"

"Anything, anything that comes to mind."

But she blankly stares at the piece of paper given to her, tapping her pen at the table, glancing at you but once noticed, quickly looks back, nervously thinking on what to write.

"Are you having trouble thinking of a topic?"

"Yes, I don’t know what to write. I cannot think of anything."

"What about personal life. Friends, family, other people in your life.”

"Ummm….Is love okay?" shyly asking

"Sure, it could be about anything."

She begins writing furiously like that’s the only thing that is on her mind. From what you can read, it talks about a guy she likes. But then, your heart starts pounding, as you, realizing the guy sounds a lot like you. It is hard to ignore it at this point.

"I'm finished. What is next?"

"Try reading it."

As she was reading it, things went smoothly. You can hear the desperation in her voice as it feels that she has to release the pressure inside her.

"-as I continue to practice cheorog- chorogr-. Teacher, how do I pronounce this."

"It is choreography."

"Coreog- Chero."

You move closer to her face asking her to try to say the word slowly. After identifying her mistake, you slowly pronounce choreography correctly.

She tries again. You hold her chin as she pronounces the last syllable successfully. Your eyes connect, both faces close enough to feel each other's breath, the heart is racing like you just ran a marathon. You both slowly lean in for a kiss. Lips are touching for a good three seconds. Minju is not backing off, and neither are you.

Suddenly the door swings wide open:

"Teacher, sorry I am late. I was the last in the line for the shower."

You quickly pull away from Minju’s soft lips.

"Ooooooh, I see what is going on. Do you want me to go? I can leave you two alone."

"No, don’t leave. We can start the class now."

Minju turns around, blushing in embarrassment, trying to hide her face.

"Do you want me to sit here?" Pointing the seat across the table.

"No, you can take my seat. I will move somewhere else." trying to avoid the awkwardness.

During the rest of the time, Yujin couldn’t resist bothering Minju. When you try asking Yujin a question, she will divert it to Minju. It becomes challenging to continue. To save your dignity and Minju’s too, you have to end the class early.

Minju dashes outside and clutches onto her bag as soon as possible. But in contrast, Yujin calmly stands up and hops her way out of the door.

"Yujin, can I ask something, please?"

"Yes, teacher, do you need Minju-unnie's number? I can give it to you." sarcastically offering.

"That would not be necessary. I just don't want you to tell anything about what you saw."

"I promise, teacher." With her evil smirk and returning to continue her devious hops.

You grip onto your forehead with the minor migraine caused by the unfortunate incident. Only guessing what will happen in the next class.

Everyone giggles as they enter the room at the following general lecture. All eyes were looking at you, then at Minju. She comes up to you and asks again how she looks—this time, with the style you like. The giggles turn into cheers as you compliment her on what is she wearing. You have to calm everyone down to get the class to start. At this point, things are too obvious. But you still have to conceal your feelings for her.

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One day, during your lessons in B class only with Wonyoung. The typical topics were being covered. But Wonyoung being the ace, has finished most of the modules. You have taught her everything you know. Even her pronunciation is almost perfect as well.

"That's very good, very, very good. You are improving a lot. Let's take a short break."

After a couple of minutes of short silence. Wonyoung asks, "So, teacher, what have you been up to?"

"Well, just busy with my studies and the 12 of you. There is a lot of teaching since there're many of you."

"Well, how about personal life?..... Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I don’t. Why are you asking?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious."

As you grab your water bottle to take for a sip. Wonyoung turns to your face and ask:

"Teacher, do you like Minju-unnie?"

Comically, you spit out your drink from your mouth, away from Wonyoung, of course, then wipe the rest that drips down from your chin.

"What do you mean? She is a great student."

"You know what I mean. Yujin-unnie told me what you did last week."

"Agh- Yujin."

"So, do you?"

"Well, I do bu-."

"Great! I will tell Minju-unnie!"

"What!? No! That’s it! The break is over. Let's back to class."

You awkwardly try to carry on. Wonyoung giggles, knowing your true feelings for Minju. You countdown the time left with Wonyoung, just wanting to end it already.

As she is leaving and waiting to give Minju the excellent news.

"Please do not tell Minju!" begging Wonyoung.

But the only response you got was a cynical wink accompanied by an okay sign.

After sighing, you open your phone to see Minju in the background. Promising yourself that you will not date her because she is your student; she is a celebrity.

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After one of your own classes at the university, you receive a text from Eunbi asking to meet her at a café. It says it was something important. You have to rush to meet her, thinking that she might need help.

As you enter the cafe, you see Minju sitting down on the far side of the café, wearing the outfit you said looks best on her. Approaching her, you can tell that Minju is wearing your favorite scent.

"Oh Minju, what are you doing here? Do you know where Eunbi is?"

"Oh- Ummm. She would come back later. Do you want to take a seat?"

As you sit down, you notice she looks very anxious. Her palms are sweaty, and her leg is tapping on the floor.

"Are you alright? You seem very nervous."

"Don't worry. I’m fine."

"Okay, I will order my drink then."

She pulls your arm, asking you to sit down. "Wait, I need to tell you something."

"What is it about? Are you having a hard time with your assignment?"

"No, it isn't, but it is hard." She chuckles for a bit. "It is about that kiss…... Wonyoung told me that you like me. Ummmmm. I like you too. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

You sit there silent for a moment. Seeing Minju as your ideal type, the girl you always dream of, the Minju Angel asking you to date her.

"I am sorry. I cannot. I mean, we cannot. I am your teacher. You are my student. You are an idol, and I am not. I don’t want to lose my job. I don’t want to ruin your reputation. Dating scandals happen, and dating a non-celebrity is even worse."

Minju, with her failed confession, stares blankly then looks down at the table, with tears beginning to roll down her eyes.

You try to approach her, but she slaps your arm away. Turning your head and seeing; the other members in shock. You just stand up and run outside, leaving Minju crying, as the other members try to console her.

As soon as you get home, you thrash around. You throw books, chairs, anything not bolted on the ground across the room. You rejected the girl of your dreams, the one you would have said yes to. The one you told your friends you will die to meet. After the apartment becomes an unwilling victim of your fit of rage, you lay in the corner crying. The same way you abandoned Minju.

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The next class comes. It was a very heavy mood; you saw that Minju's seat was empty. You sigh, thinking that it was your fault, and you know it is. But just continuing with the lesson as if nothing has happened, you are still their teacher and nothing else. But the teasing stops. The laughs and the giggles go away. The atmosphere is dead.

Even in C class, Minju doesn’t attend. It is just you and Yujin. No unnecessary talk. Everything is just about the class. But she remains respectful to you, diligently doing her assignments and paying attention to you. When you ask Yujin where Minju is—Yujin only gives very vague answers. Like, Minju is sick and doesn't feel well or is busy with a different schedule.

You can only believe her, but you know it is more than just that.

After almost two weeks, their manager forces Minju to return. But her attitude is different. She isn't the jolly girl that you knew. She doesn’t recite as much as before and just apathetically answers the seatwork and assignments you give her. Anytime you praise her, it is silent. Not you, the members, nor Minju herself says anything about it.

But having enough at this point, once everyone left the class, you ask Minju to stay behind. Having to sit in front of you for a talk.

"Minju, your performance is going down. You haven’t been doing well for the past week."

"I know, teacher." staring at the floor, keeping eye contact away from you

"I know it is about what I told you at the café."

"So?"

"You know there are times you cannot always get what you want. There are times when things would not go as planned. You are smart. You know that, and I know that."

"And?"

"What was your plan after you told me that you like me?"

"It doesn’t matter anymore. It wouldn’t happen anyway."

"Minju, I've been your fan for the longest time. I was cheering for you since you were in Produce 48. I voted for you from episode one. I have seen what you're capable of. I know you are still that person that would do anything to become better."

Without a response for a couple of seconds.

You sing ♩ if there are such things as miracles, please show me now♩

A/N: Falling Star by Kriesha Chu ft. Minju

With those familiar lyrics, Minju then starts crying. She raises her head and brings out her arms to hug; you extend your arms and pull her towards you. Her tears are falling on your shoulder. The burden that was on her was now released.

You can’t help but also cry yourself. Some droplets leaking from your eyes.

"We can have that same conversation once you take the reassessment test. I want you to get a perfect score. Okay?"

"Okay, teacher," wiping her tears.

"Between you and me, you can call me Oppa if you want." Minju smiles again. The same smile that brightens your day even before you meet her.

Kissing you on the cheek, "Okay, Oppa, see you on Friday." she leaves, wiping the tears from her face, looking back, smiling at you.

Finally, relieved that you were able to make Minju happy again. You treat yourself to some mint choco ice cream.

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The next day during the F class, you ask Eunbi if Minju was alright.

"She is great. I don’t know what you did. But she is happier now."

"That’s nice.”

Placing her hand on your shoulder, “Minju is a good girl. Please take care of her.”

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After the three months, you first met IZ*ONE, the English program is about to end. In the final class, it was very emotional. Everyone improved over the entire course. You are hopeful that everyone will get a good result for the reassessment.

There was a small party to signify the end. The manager brought in some food. You drool as soon as you see the food: pizza, chicken, and ice cream.

Everyone was celebrating. Hyewon and Yuri are doing their skits as usual but trying in English. Nako is always finding it annoying. Sakura and Yena are using their Nintendo Switch. Eunbi, Chaewon, Yujin, and Wonyoung play the mafia game as Chaeyeon is the game master, laughing at them being wrong. Hitomi watching her movies. You stand the side looking around proudly at what you have accomplished.

There was a tap on your shoulder.

“Oppa, is it time? I'm still waiting.”

“Wow, you are talking to me in English. But almost, you just have to take the reassessment. Then maybe dinner just the two of us?”

“Sound great to me.” she jumps up, hugging you

“Minju and teacher are now dating!” Yena shouts.

Then you quickly let go of each other.

“You cannot hide from us anymore. It is not like we haven’t noticed it.” Eunbi remarks.

Minju then holds you around the waist while you pat her head. “It's not official yet. Just do not make a big deal out of it.”

You step back with Minju in your arms and see the chaos, you know as IZ*ONE.

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You enter the Vice Dean’s office.

“You were asking for me?”

“Ah- yes, you know it is the protocol to send the students the results. But I think it is very appropriate that you would present them personally. I talked to their manager; their last schedule for today is the shooting for Music core. They told me that you can come down to the waiting room to show their results.”

“Yes, sir!”

“I heard you started dating one of them? Is that true?”

“That depends. Am I in trouble?”

“I won’t blame you. I know IZ*ONE is your favorite group. That’s why I assigned them to you.”

“Thank you, sir, that opportunity changed my life. Minju and-. Wait!”

“Ha-I knew it! Anyway, you aren’t fired. I had a bet with the faculty if you’ll start dating them. I chose Minju, and I was right.”

“Well, you bet correctly, sir. She is my favorite…….”

“Go now, you have to go give your gir- I mean Minju her results.”

As you arrive at MBC’s studio, their manager escorts you to IZ*ONE’s waiting room.

“Teacher!” Eunbi, Hyewon, and Yujin shout. “What are you doing here?”

You wave the envelope that has their results.

“Oppa, I am so happy to see you.” Minju runs into your arms. You both hug each other as Minju gives a short peck on the lips.

“Oppa!? Minju calls you Oppa? How long have you been dating?” Yena asks

Ignoring her question, “I have your results. I think you are all going to like this.” All the members gather around, waiting and anticipating to know what they got.

“Eunbi B, Sakura B, Hyewon C, Yena B, Chaeyon B, Chaewon B, Minju A.” Minju reaches up again for another kiss. “Thank you, Oppa.”

“Geez, get a room” Hitomi looks in disgust.

“Nako C, Hitomi C, Yuri B.”

“Okay, am I better than Wonyoung?” Yujin looks at you with her puppy eyes and tries to show off her pronunciation.

“No, I am still better than you.” Wonyoung bragging hers

“Okay, quiet you two, I will announce who got A. The grade A is Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat ratta-tatta-tat-tat Wonyoung!.”

“HAHA, I am still better than you.”

“AND YUJIN!”

“Wait, what!!? Are we the same?”

“Both of you were able to get A. You even got a perfect score.”

“This is unfair. We need a recount!” Yujin protests

“YA- we need to find out who is better.” Wonyoung trying to figure out how

“There is the TOFEL if you want another test. We can assist you on to get to take it.”

“Well, Oppa, should I take the test?” Minju asks.

“Not for you in think your English is good enough for me.”

You rub noses in front of everyone.

“Blaargh, are you going to do that in front of everyone now?” Sakura pretending to vomit

“Maybe if you get your own. You will know how it feels.” Minju reaches for a longer kiss, but this time in front of Sakura.

~THE END

#kpopfanfic #fluff #izone #kim minju

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lokiondisneyplus · 3 years

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Loki director Kate Herron’s heart was beating fast. She’d already had some surreal experiences during her short time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so a simple phone call shouldn’t make her nervous. But on the other end of the line was Owen Wilson, an actor and writer she admired and hoped would join her on a time-jumping journey through the MCU.

“It was the most detailed pitch I’ve ever done, to an actor, ever. I pretty much spoke through the entire first episode with him,” Herron recalls of wooing Wilson, who wasn’t too familiar with Marvel before being cast as Mobius, an agent for the mysterious Time Variance Authority central to the series.

Wilson instantly put Herron at ease with his laid-back charm as she walked the actor through 10 years of onscreen lore for Loki, the god of mischief played by Tom Hiddleston. She answered his questions about Avengers: Endgame, about time travel, about how this version of Loki was not the one fans knew from films like Thor: Ragnarok, but rather one plucked from an alternate timeline from 2012’s The Avengers.

It was all part of a whirlwind few years for Herron, who not that long ago was temping at a fire extinguisher company and struggling to land directing work even though she’d already helmed a BBC project with Idris Elba. Then Herron finally achieved breakthrough success directing episodes of the Netflix hit Sex Education and soon was hounding her agents for a Marvel meeting.

When Herron finally landed one, the Loki superfan cleared her schedule and spent two weeks putting together a 60-page document, even though her agents tempered her expectations by noting it was just a meet-and-greet.

“I knew I’d be up against some really big directors, and I knew I wouldn’t be the most experienced in the room, so I [said], ‘OK. I’ll just be the most passionate,'” recalls Herron.

Just a few days after officially landing the job, Herron found herself on a five-hour walk through New York with Hiddleston discussing Loki and flying to D23 in Anaheim to be greeted by thousands of screaming fans alongside Loki head writer Michael Waldron.

Herron is now working long days finishing up Loki in Marvel’s production hub in Atlanta, where the British filmmaker has largely lived since getting the job in 2019. Over Zoom from her freezing Atlanta apartment (she still hasn’t figured out the quirks of the air conditioner), Herron dives into Loki ahead of its June 9 debut on Disney+.

What was your process of sitting down with Marvel for this?

I was just so overexcited. [My agents] were like, “Look, it’s just a casual conversation, they just want to get a sense of you,” and basically I was like, “OK, I’m just going to pitch them.” Because I thought, they might not meet me again. So I got as much information as I could, and they sent me a little bit about the show. And I just prepared a massive pitch for it. I canceled everything for two weeks. I made a 60-page document full of references, story ideas, music. I knew I’d be up against some really big directors, and I knew I wouldn’t be the most experienced in the room, so I [said], “OK. I’ll just be the most passionate.”

Was that first meeting in Burbank?

That was in England, in southeast London on Zoom. I had a few stages where I did that. Then after a few interviews with Kevin Wright and Stephen Broussard, two of the Marvel executives who got me ready for the big match, I went in to pitch to Kevin Feige, Victoria [Alonso], Lou [Louis D’Esposito], the whole team there. That was very surreal because they flew me to Burbank and I pitched at Marvel Studios. I didn’t have the job, but I found out they were interested and then I remember Kevin Feige called me, and when he was in London, we had coffee. He was like, “Look, we want you to direct it.” Oh my God. They flew me to D23 and that was crazy because I think I found out I got the job 48 hours before, and then I was onstage. The Lady and the Tramp dogs were in front of me and Michael [Waldron] on the red carpet. “What is going on?” (Laughs.) I met Tom that week as well, so it was a bit of a whirlwind kind of thing.

📷Herron, Waldron and Feige at D23 in 2019.

Where did you first meet Tom?

I had a two-stop trip. I flew first to New York to meet Tom. He was in Betrayal at the time, on Broadway, so we basically went on this amazing walk around New York. I’d never met him before. We just spoke about Loki and what was really important to us about the character and where we thought it would be fun to take him, as well. It was this intense, five-hour conversation with him basically. I met him and then flew straight from meeting him to D23. So it was a lot. (Laughs.)

When did you finally get the scripts? How did that change your thoughts on what you want to do?

They sent me the outline, so I knew the overall story. I also was pitching stuff. “Oh, we could do this with this character.” The pilot was really well written by Michael and I really liked what they were doing with the character and the story. Then it was building upon that and throwing in ideas for where he could go later in the show. It reminded me a bit of improv where you’re always building, always trying to push the story to the best place. So we were always adapting and shifting the story. Our lockdown, during COVID, was a chance for us to go back in. I was cutting what we’d done, so I was like, “OK, this is tonally what is really working for the story.” Then we went back into what we hadn’t filmed and started adapting that stuff to fit more where we were heading.

The Marvel movies have a writer on set to help tweak things. Was that the case with Loki?

Michael [Waldron] was with us at the start, and then he went on to Doctor Strange [in the Multiverse of Madness]. We had a really wonderful writer called Eric Martin from our writers room, and he was our production writer on set. It was between me, him and my creative producer Kevin Wright. We would kind of brainstorm and adapt. I’ve always loved talking to the cast. We had such a smart cast. Owen is a writer as well. If you have that amazing resource, why not talk to them? We were always adapting. Obviously paying respect to the story we wanted to tell from the start, but always trying to make it better.

📷Herron on the set of ‘Loki’ with Hiddleston and Wilson.

Kevin Feige has said Owen Wilson, like his character, is nonplussed by the MCU. Since Owen isn’t necessarily dazzled by Marvel, does that make him all the more perfect for this role?

He is playing a Loki expert, so at the beginning of production, Tom and I were talking. He devised this thing called Loki School. He did a big lecture to the cast and crew. I love the character. This is a decade of fans loving this character and where that character has been. It was talking everyone through that, but through Tom and his own experiences. Stunts that Tom liked or costumes. He ended up doing that same Loki school for Owen. Owen absolutely loved it. Owen has such a writer’s brain. I remember I had to pitch him down the phone. My heart rate [was up].

Was this the pitch to get him to get Owen on board?

Yeah. I love his work. “Oh my God, I’m going to talk to Owen Wilson.” He’s so laid back and nice, it immediately puts you at ease. It was the most detailed pitch I’ve ever done, to an actor, ever. I think I pretty much spoke through the entire first episode with him. You can tell he’s a writer, just by the way he attacks story. His questions about the world and the structure and the arc of the character. It was really fun to work with him.

Was it the most detailed pitch you’ve ever done because you really wanted Owen, or because you knew you needed to woo him a bit to get him to sign on?

It was the questions he asked, and the way he attacked story, in that sense. And also probably because he was newer to the Marvel world, he was like, “OK, how does this work?” I also pitched him Loki’s arc over the past 10 years, where that character has gone, but also explaining our Loki and what happened in Endgame and time travel. There’s a lot to unpack in that conversation.

Sometimes Marvel will give writers or directors a supercut of all the scenes of a specific character. Did you get one of those?

They didn’t actually give me a supercut, but I’m a big Loki nerd. I think his is one of the best [arcs] in the MCU. I really wanted to make sure we were paying respect to that. At the same time, something Tom spoke about a lot was you have to go back for a reason. Let’s be united on what that reason is and feel that it’s worth it.

The reason can’t be, “Well that’s what happened in Endgame,” so the question becomes, “What is the point of revisiting him at this era of his life?”

Yeah. He’s only had — I don’t want to get this wrong — I think 112 minutes of screen time in total if you cut all his scenes together. And he steals the show. We have six hours to really delve into this character and talk about him and go on this completely new story with him. For me, it was making sure that [we’re] paying respect to what has come before — I know as a fan if there is a character I really loved and I found out they are making a show about him, I obviously would be so excited and so happy. I felt lucky to have the responsibility, and I took it very seriously.

Those who have worked with Kevin Feige say he’s someone who can stress test an idea and push things in new directions. What have you found working with him?

Something I always found was we would sometimes pitch something, and it would be at a good place, but he’d always be like, “OK, that’s great, but push it further.” Sometimes I’d pitch stuff and be like, “This is too weird,” and he’d say, “No, go weirder.” He wants to tell the best story and I found it really helpful having his eye across everything and the fact that he does challenge everything. Tom as well, on set. He brings this amazing energy and this great A-game that causes everyone to rise to the occasion.

How do you know when you’ve got the perfect Hiddleston take? Is he asking you for one more, are you pushing him to do one more take?

By the end, it was almost telepathic. We would kind of know. We would look at each other. “We could go again,” or, “We’ve got it.” It’s different with every actor. There are some actors who will come in firing and they just want to go for it. But they don’t want to do a million takes. There are other actors I work with who are very meticulous and they want quite a few to warm up and get into it. It’s actor-dependent. The way me and Tom are similar is we are both very perfectionist. We are both very studious. (Laughs.) We definitely connected in that sense. He’s a very generous actor. I remember one day, we had quite a few of our actors coming in as day players. It was really important for him to be there for them, to read lines offscreen. He would have to be 50 places at once, because he is the lead actor. The most amazing thing about him was his generosity. Not just to the other actors, but also to the crew, to be filming in a time like COVID.

When you make an Avengers movie, you get a big board with every character that’s available, and whether the actor’s deals will allow them to appear or if that would need to be renegotiated. Loki is smaller, but was there any equivalent for you? Was everything on the table? Was only some stuff on the table? I imagine if Chris Hemsworth has his own new Thor movie coming up, he’s not going to be on the table, necessarily.

I felt like everything was on the table if it meant it was good for story, and Marvel would be like, “We’ll work it out.” Me and the writers, we never felt restrained in that sense. Honestly, it always comes back to story.

What is your relationship with your editor as you finish this up?

We have three editors, Paul Zucker, Emma McCleave and Calum Ross. My relationship with all three of them is very different. Emma and me are very close because she was also in Atlanta away from home. I got to know her very well. I love working with the editors because it’s a fresh pair of eyes. You get so deep into something when you are filming, it’s almost like writing it again when you are in the edit. Stuff does change. Even some episodes, we’ve reordered the structure. Or we moved scenes from one episode to another episode. I’ve always loved the editing process. The best thing is someone honest who can be like, “Hey, this doesn’t quite make sense to me,” or, “This isn’t working.”

What are you going to do on premiere day? Will you be on the internet at all to see the reaction?

I’m actually working. I’m still finishing the show. My last day is the day the second episode airs. I’m going to be working that day. Sadly, I’ll probably check in on the internet a little bit, but I’ll probably go to bed when I finish because I think I’ll do a 12- or 13-hour day or something. I can’t remember. I’m really excited for people to see it and just to bring it out in the world, really.

Everyone wants to know about spoilers, but what’s something you wish you were asked about more when it comes to Loki?

Kevin Feige said, “We make movies. We want to run it like a movie.” So unlike a lot of television shows that are showrunner-led, this was run like a six-hour film. As a director, you don’t often get to do that in a television-structure show. I really enjoyed it, having a hand in story and just how collaborative it was. Also, just beyond that, directing the equivalent of a six-hour Marvel movie was incredible for me. That’s something I found interesting about it. Making something the Marvel way.

In terms of the themes, I love gray areas. The show is really about what makes someone truly good or what makes someone truly bad, and are we either of those things? Loki is in that gray area. It’s exciting to be able to tell a story like that. As a director and a writer, you don’t necessarily understand why you are making these stories. Something I keep getting drawn back into is identity. Sex Education, we spoke a lot about identity and feeling like an outsider but actually finding your people. I feel the same with Loki. It’s a show about identity and self-acceptance and for me, that’s also what drew me in.

Gray is a good way to describe Loki. Your version of Loki just tried to take over the Earth not long ago.

Exactly. This isn’t the Loki we’ve seen. How do we take a character that people love, but from a lot earlier, and send him on a different path? That for me was interesting, getting to unpack that. Alongside that, getting to set up a whole new corner of the MCU with TVA. That to me was so exciting.

What about the Teletubbies? You referenced that recently and it made quite a splash. Are you going to leave people in suspense on that?

I referenced the Teletubbies once and people were like, “What, Teletubbies? What does this mean?” Maybe I should leave people in the air with it. One thing I would say is the show for me, stylistically — I wanted it to be a love letter to sci-fi because I love sci-fi. Brazil, Metropolis, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Alien. If people love sci-fi, they will definitely see the little nods we’ve got across the show. People will know what it was a reference for when they see the show. It was a visual reference to something in the show.

Interview has been edited for length and clarity. Loki debuts on Disney+ on June 9.

#Kate Herron #Loki #interview #loki series

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Hey! For the au + trope + prompt thing, could you do 1 for au, 9 for trope and 27 for prompt with pynch?

(P.S: I just remembered you have already done one with pynch, so you can do this one with another ship of your choosing if this one feels repetitive!)

Roommates AU, strangers to lovers, “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.” ~ for pynch!

I am more than happy to write 10,000 roommate aus for these idiots <3

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It all started with an only mildly suspicious ad on craigslist:

Roommate needed $275/mo - utilities included must be ok with corvids good w/cars a plus - rent discount if u can prove it

Adam wasn't an idiot. He knew something that was too good to be true when he saw it. He also knew that answering a craigslist ad for a roommate was a good way to get stabbed, robbed, and God only knew what else.

And yet...

Sometimes, when your options were limited it really was better to take every possible avenue to get away from the devil you know - even if that means sharing a small apartment with the devil you don't.

Well, the devil and his pet raven. And really, Chainsaw was by far the more agreeable of the two.

That being said, it wasn't like Ronan was awful. He was an asshole, and he was downright grumpy bastard anytime before 11am. He listened to terrible music, if that trash could ever be considered such. Chainsaw was a sweetheart, though, always bringing Adam new shinies for his approval and sitting with him while he worked on a paper or research or any number of other assignments for his degree.

(Taking the risk that he had by jumping at that craigslist ad meant that he was able to cut back on his hours a little bit at work, go to school full time, and start amassing a savings account.)

And, okay, Ronan probably had some merits too. He could cook, for one thing. Not to say that Adam couldn't cook. He could - he just didn't like to. If it were up to him, he'd probably subsist on saltines and hard-boiled eggs. In fact, he had done exactly that for the first two weeks living with Ronan until the other man had dropped a full plate of breakfast in front of him, stole his crackers, and pointed at him. "Eat like a fucking grown-up," he'd said -and... well, that was that. Sure, Adam had tried to protest, but Ronan had just... started making food for the both of them and maybe if it was shitty food or even mediocre in quality Adam would have been able to ignore it - but it killed something inside Adam to waste food. Especially good food. And Ronan's food was fucking amazing.

So, there was that.

He also wasn't an absolute terror to be around. Having a conversation with Ronan Lynch was a choose-your-own-adventure novel written by very high geniuses. You really never knew what you were going to get and each alternate path was bound to be either completely bat-shit crazy or a humbling level of profound. Not only that, but Ronan didn't pull that alpha-male bullshit so many other men did where they refused to admit they didn't know something. No, when Adam proved that he knew what he was talking about when it came to cars, Ronan just said "teach me?" with such open intensity that Adam couldn't really tell him 'no', alright?

And then there were days like today, where Adam got home from an early shift at the garage to find Ronan sitting halfway out of their third-floor apartment, securing a thick rope to a hook above the window that definitely hadn't been there when Adam left that morning.

"Are you about to do something stupid again?" Adam called up to him as he got out of his car. Upon hearing his voice, Chainsaw (who had been circling anxiously above) crowed out a warbled imitation of speech that sounded a lot like 'Atom' and coasted down to him.

"Me? Stupid? Nah, this is gonna be fucking amazing," Ronan called back without looking away from his work.

Chainsaw landed on Adam's shoulder and clapped her beak affectionately near his ear. Adam dutifully lifted a hand to stroke at the soft feathers of her neck. If he also whispered 'hello beautiful girl, is your papa making trouble for you again?' it was between him and the bird and Ronan would never need to know.

Chainsaw crooned a tense 'kreh!' that Adam took as an affirmative.

"What exactly are you doing, Ronan Lynch?" Adam called up as he took another look at the setup, walking closer to the building. The rope that Ronan had just finished tying to the hook was already secured to a tree on the edge of the parking lot, the one that stood awkwardly out from the rest of the tree line. Their apartment complex was situated right on the edge of a forest preserve. A lot of Ronan's hair-brained ideas usually came back to the forest in one way or another.

"This is just a test run. If I can get it to work right, I'm going to set a line straight into the forest."

"Mm, yes, because... leaving civilization through a door is beneath you?"

Ronan paused, then grinned down at him, the expression somehow both boyish and savage in a way that always made Adam's heart jump for some reason. "Actually, yeah. Literally."

Adam rolled his eyes but didn't bother to fight the smile. "Punk."

"I resent that. I reject all labels, Parrish - you know that."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Well if you-- Ronan what are you doing?"

Ronan had produced what looked like a fucking tie (was that the one Ronan's brother Declan had been wearing when he came by for dinner a couple weeks back?) and had wrapped one end around his hand. As Adam watched, he flicked the loose end of the tie over the taut rope and then wrapped it around his other hand.

"Told you it was a test run, Parrish. That mean's I've actually got to test it."

"Ronan I don't think--"

But it was too late. Ronan had already jumped out of the fucking third-floor window like he was expecting to fly. For a second or two, he sort of did. The rope bowed but supported him and the smooth tie provided little friction as Ronan began to zoom down at a steep angle. Then the rope shuddered and went completely slack, the hook having torn free from the side of the building where it clearly had not been properly anchored. Ronan plummeted like a stone in a still pond.

"Ronan!" Adam did not make the active decision to move, but he was suddenly sprinting to where the jumbled heap of Ronan Lynch had landed on the rough pavement. Chainsaw had already launched ahead and was hopping around near Ronan's head, squawking out anxious reprimands of 'Kerah! Kerah!'

Adam skidded to his knees beside Ronan just as the other man was shakily trying to sit up. "What the FUCK Ronan Lynch!? What were you thinking!? You can't just jump out of a God-forsaken third-floor window like that. Do you want to be killed?" Adam didn't even care that the rural-Virginian flavor of his youth had coated his words in a thick batter, he was so mad.

Ronan blinked at him and there was a strange mix of confusion and pain and... something else on his face. "Scared, Parrish?" The words did not come out as teasing as they normally would.

"Scared? Scared? Of course I was scared. You... you fucking idiot!" Adam had to give himself a moment. He raked his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, then another. He closed his eyes and tried to center himself. Fear and anger would get him nowhere, even if the fear had already set its nasty little hooks into each and every one of his nerve endings and the anger felt like the only way to burn them away.

A hand touched his shoulder, then his cheek. Adam opened his eyes and Ronan was wearing another indecipherable expression, his dark eyes hooded, his mouth pursed.

"Come on," Adam said as he leaned back so he could stand up. "Can you stand?" Chainsaw continued to hop around, but she'd stopped her distressed shouting, perhaps sensing that Adam was taking control and feeling more comfortable knowing that he would set things to rights, whatever that might mean.

Ronan was quiet for a moment, then seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts before giving a derisive snort. "It was just a little fall, Parrish, I'm --fuck!" Ronan had just tried to stand up, but his knee buckled out from under him as soon as he put his weight on it. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, alright. Alright. Shit. Fuck. That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend."

"The standing or the stupid fucking stunt you pulled jumping out of a goddamn window?" Adam asked. He attempted to make it as dry as possible, trying to get them back to some kind of equilibrium, but his heart was still racing a bit too fast and he could hear the angry bite in his own words.

Still didn't stop him from instantly stepping forward and catching Ronan, though. He wound an arm around Ronan's waist, guiding Ronan's arm over his shoulders so he could support him.

"The standing, of course. Shit! Ah... fuck. My idea for the apartment-forest zipline is fucking genius thank you."

Adam helped Ronan hobble forward, taking them back toward his car instead of the building. "Yeah. Right. Whatever you say, Lynch."

"Where are we going?"

"To the hospital, dumbass," Adam said with a roll of his eyes, all but shoving Ronan into the passenger seat. He held the door open for Chainsaw to be able to swoop in and land on the idiot's lap. The least Ronan could do was soothe her for the drive.

"You don't have--"

Adam cut him off with a glare. "We. Are. Going. To. The. Hospital. Am I being perfectly clear?"

"...yes." Ronan glared back, but then sank down in his seat, expression mulish.

Adam fixed him with a hard stare that lasted another few heartbeats, then gave a nod and snapped the door shut.

So yes, Ronan Lynch wasn't all that bad. Sometimes the devil you don't really is the better choice. Because sometimes that devil has a cute bird and makes good food and has great conversation. If he also scares the shit out of you on the regular and makes your heart race inexplicably, well, that's not so bad a deal. Right?

#asks #ficlet prompts #fanfic #pynch #trc #roommates au #adam parrish #ronan lynch #chainsaw #adam parrish x ronan lynch #pynch fanfic #trc fanfic

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You may (or may not) have noticed that I’ve been hella MIA for the last bit, and that it’s been close to three months since I’ve updated darling. Let me tell you what I’ve been up to (hint: not writing darling).

So I had a May/June semester which gave me not a lot of time to write because my actual classes were crammed into 4 weeks and the other 4 weeks were practicum, where I was filling out 8+ page lesson plans per lesson and generally couldn’t look at my laptop for anything else besides that.

So that finished late June and I had a week and a half before my next semi-in person semester started at the beginning of July. Yes, you read that right. Semi-in person. While not having 9 hours of zoom a day is great and I love it, it did mean that I had to move to the city where my university actually is. Because a 17 hour commute to uni isn’t something I wanted to do every day, if you can believe it.

During that week and a half, we also had an insane heat wave. It was absolutely ridiculous, and literally everywhere in my province broke their previous heat records for any day ever in the history of recorded temperatures by a lot. For like five days straight. So my week and a half break was spent in a combination of packing for my move and trying not to die from heat stroke. As you can probably guess (and as I think I mentioned in a post while that was going on), I didn’t have any actual brainpower to get any writing done.

And then I drove 17 hours to move, had to set up my apartment, met some people from my program, started getting used to being in a new city, and started a new semester.

Which has been absolute hell.

It’s a 6 week semester, so most of the profs toned down what they’d usually put in their courses work wise so we wouldn’t burn out, which is nice of them, but there’s still the fact that we’re doing 6 courses in 6 weeks, and then there’s one prof who keeps updating her syllabus with more work and is basically a prof from hell in literally every way. So like I’ve barely had time to sleep or eat, let alone write anything that isn’t for marks.

So that’s what I’ve been dealing with. I’ve got 2 weeks left of this semester and then I’ve got a 3 week break before the next one starts, so things are kind of starting to wrap up and chill out a bit?

Currently I’m plotting out the next darling chapter (I know where I’m starting and where I’m ending and I know like three plot points in the middle so it’s just a matter of figuring out how the flow should go and what other things I need to happen). Should I be working on assignments? Yes. Probably the one that’s due on Tuesday that I haven’t actually started yet. But can my brain think about anything else school related tonight? No. So darling plotting it is.

Hoping to get an update to you soon. Can’t guarantee how soon, but hopefully you won’t have to wait much longer. My game plan is to finish the rest of my assignments this week, so in the ideal world where I stick to that plan, I should be able to do actual fun writing more starting this weekend.

But yeah. That’s where I’m at! Hope you’re all doing great!

#update #darling hold me in your arms

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2manyfandoms2count · 3 years

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Alix's rom-com night

The June event of the @mlwritersguild was to create bonus content for one of our fics - I decided to seize the opportunity to finally sit down and write one of the bonus scenes of You can count on me (I will be there for you), and to do draw a bit of fanart to go with it (4 panels, including a Marichat piece)! Let me tell you that the Burrow is a pain to draw, but I'm actually quite proud of the result :)

About YCCOM: It's an aged-up, one-sided reveal with "fake" wedding fic, based on Sallteas' art. The fic is 9 chapters and 20k words long. It was written before season 4, so it's no longer canon compliant in terms of who knows who's identities at the beginning.

Synopsis: Ladybug's identity is compromised, and somebody is after her. After a lot of pondering, she and Chat Noir come to the conclusion that her best bet is for her to marry Adrien Agreste. It breaks her heart that she is not marrying Chat Noir, but she knows that she's buying them time to figure out who is behind the anonymous letters she's been receiving, and hopefully to find Hawkmoth. Whatever the situation might be, her wedding day should provide a moment of respite. And maybe it would have, had Chat Noir refrained from coming to visit her just before the ceremony...

About Alix's rom-com night: it's a one shot that's chronologically set before the main fic, but I recommend reading it after reading the latter since it contains spoilers for it. It follows Alix (obviously), and includes Ladybug revealing her identity to Chat Noir and the set up of their "fake wedding" plan.

Hope you enjoy!

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Alix opened her door and dropped her keys in the bowl as she kicked off her shoes with a satisfied sigh. Home, sweet home.

Her studio apartment wasn’t very big, but then again, she didn’t need a huge surface when she had a whole extension waiting for her just a transformation phrase away. She’d mentally thanked Marinette more than once for choosing her to wield the Rabbit Miraculous, rather than somebody else, just for the savings she made in rent.

She whistled happily as she made her way to her kitchen area, grabbing a bag of popcorn out of a cupboard and shoving it in her microwave.

She deserved the treat. She’d been running around all week, trying to slide letters to her targets without being spotted, spending hours on end to find the perfect stationary, and then staying up at night to get the wording exactly right, a delicate mix of subtlety and threat to elicit some sort of response from them. It had taken a lot of trial and error, especially for Ladybug. Her friend had always been surprisingly oblivious on many fronts, and it seemed that her honeymoon phase with Chat Noir reinforced her optimistic ability to brush ominous details aside. It had taken three letters for her to start freaking out and to promise Tikki she would talk to her partner about them, whereas Hawkmoth had started the analysis phase upon the first one he’d received.

Alix had only been mildly surprised by the identity of their nemesis when she’d decided it was high time she knew who they were facing; it was all too fitting that the man who leached off Paris’ most intense negative emotions should be the most embittered person she knew, and the one who, in retrospect, had been the cause of many an Akuma (she still shuddered at the what-could-have-been of Chat Noir’s akumatisation).

The microwave dinged, bringing her thoughts back to her timeline. She took the bowl out and called for her Kwami.

“Fluff, clockwise! Burrow!”

A white portal appeared in the middle of her living space and she walked through it, emerging in the ovoid room covered in screens. She made her way to the furthest point, hung her umbrella up on the coathanger she kept in there, and grabbed a folding chair. It was a director’s seat which supposedly had belonged to a rising name in the cinema world before their career had been shot down for obscure reasons, but she didn’t really care about its story; she’d bought it for a very low price at a yard sale, and that was all that mattered to her.

“Right, where are you…” She muttered, scrutinising her surroundings, until she found the screen she was looking for.

She unfolded the chair, zoomed in on the empty (for now) rooftop, propped down in her seat and threw a fistful of popcorn into her mouth, waiting for the show to start.

Unsurprisingly, Ladybug was the first to arrive on the scene. She paced around, mumbling to herself as she wrung her hands together. Alix felt a pang of guilt as she watched her rehearse how she would break the news to her partner, but reassured herself that the ordeal would soon be over.

Finally, Chat Noir landed beside Ladybug, and she flung herself at him, holding him so tight he had to untangle himself from her arms to breathe.

“Well, well, well, my Lady, I know I couldn’t make it to patrol last night, but I didn’t think you’d miss me this much,” he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Alix rolled her eyes at just how lovestruck he looked as he did so. How could her friends be so sappy, and yet still be at square one in terms of knowing who the other was?

Some might have said that it was romantic, that they loved each other regardless of who they were; but those people did not have to deal with the constant end of the world threat.

“What was so important that you couldn’t just text me?”

Ladybug took a deep breath. Her fingers slid along his arms as she relaxed her embrace, taking his hands in hers at the end of the line. “Somebody knows my identity,” she said quietly, looking down. “And I don’t know who they are.”

“What?!” Chat’s voice detonated in the previously peaceful quiet of the evening, making a couple of pigeons take off in a loud flutter of wings.

“I’m so sorry, I must have been careless when I got home one night, they must have seen me, I bet it was last week when I was tired and I-”

“My Lady, no offence, but I don’t care about the when and why, just... are you okay?” He tilted her chin up, gently turning her head to each side, checking for any signs of injury.

She placed her hand on his, making him stop, and gave him a soft, sad smile. “Yes, Chaton. Just a little rattled; you know you were the first person I wanted to reveal my identity to. Not including Bunnyx, although technically I never told her who I am.”

“And technically, I’m still the only person who knows who you are,” Bunnyx smugly commented between two handfuls of popcorn. “Now come on, I want to see how you react when you reveal your identities to each other.”

“How do you know somebody knows, though? And do you have any idea what their intentions are?”

Ladybug’s expression darkened. “I received some letters. They’re not signed, but they’ve got enough butterflies on them to make me think that even if they’re not from the biggest pest in Paris, then they’re probably from somebody who’s up to no good.”

Chat Noir swore under his breath, then regained his countenance. “So, what do we do now? Do you think we can hunt down the bugger?”

“We definitely will, but…” Ladybug bit her lip, and Alix leaned forward in her seat. This had to be it. “Chaton, I think the time has come for me to tell you who I am.”

“YES! Finally!” Alix cheered, almost spilling her popcorn bowl.

“Are you sure, my Lady?” Alix didn’t have to be on site to tell that Chat Noir’s heart was beating faster than usual; the corners of his mouth twitched as he repressed a smile, as though his excitement could make her change her mind.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I really want you to know.” In case something happens to me, Alix was pretty sure her friend had left unsaid.

“Okay, okay.” Chat Noir took a deep breath, buzzing with anticipation, so much so that he apparently missed the whole subtext of her previous words. “Do you want to do this now? And how do you want to do it? Do you want me to close my eyes? Are you going to write it on a piece of paper for me to read? Are you going to detransform? Should-”

“I was thinking the latter, and yes, now,” Ladybug said timidly. “Up to you if you want to look or not.”

“For some reason, I feel like I shouldn’t.” He took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles without breaking their eye contact, then took another deep breath and closed his eyes, a blissful smile on his lips. “Ready when you are, my Lady.”

“Ok, here goes.” She let out a shaky breath and called off her transformation. The soft pink glow engulfed her and receded, her suit melting away to reveal her true appearance.

“Wow, Marinette, you actually broke out your favourite dress for this? Glad to see all of this isn’t affecting your ability to think straight.” Alix smirked. If her friend had gone home after a long, stressful work day, and found it in her to change and doll herself up to make a good impression on Chat Noir, things couldn’t be that bad. She had to agree that her dress, simple, white, with little red hearts embroidered on it, was perfect for the occasion, though.

“You can open your eyes now, Chaton.” Marinette gave his hands a squeeze.

Chat Noir obliged, blinking slowly as he took in her appearance, her identity, her. Marinette squirmed under his gaze, his expression not giving away any of his thoughts.

“H-Hi,” she stammered when she couldn’t take it anymore. “I, erm, I guess I should introduce myself? We’ve run into each other before, when we were younger, and even if you actually had lunch with my family that one time, I guess it’s been a while… My name is-”

“Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Chat’s smile finally broke free, spread from ear to ear, almost literally illuminating his face. Alix wondered if anything could ever wipe it off. Love and admiration twinkled in his eyes as he picked her up and started spinning her. Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling giddily, before Chat Noir closed the gap between their lips.

Bunnyx modestly looked away, allowing them to have their moment. Her eyes landed on a rerun of Plagg putting an end to the dinosaurs’ reign.

“I should have known that it was you, Princess.” Chat panted slightly as he carefully set Marinette back on the roof. “Everything makes so much more sense now, I-”

“Before you finish that thought, I can’t know your identity.” She placed her index finger on his lips. “Yet, of course.”

“What?” Chat froze, and so did Bunnyx, her hand pausing midway between the popcorn bowl and her mouth. “But why?”

“I don’t know what might happen to me, but I don’t want to put you in any danger.” Marinette cupped his cheek. “And I don’t want to lose my memories of you. Of us.”

“Oh for Kwami’s sake.” Alix rolled her eyes. “Boo!” She threw a fistful of popcorn at the screen as her friend continued to list all the reasons Chat couldn’t reveal his identity.

“My Lady, Marinette, if you’re worried about your safety, maybe we should do something about it. I could move in with you, or in a flat nearby, maybe, stay transformed or wear a mask at all times so you don’t know who I am, we can figure it out… Of course I know you can protect yourself, but I could stand guard while you sleep, or...” Chat raked his hand through his hair as he thought.

“You know I love you, Chaton, and that’s why I can’t let you do that! You can’t live like that, I can’t ask that of you. Not to mention how difficult it would be for me, do you really think I could resist having you so close, and not trying to get a glimpse of who you are?” She joked, trying to diffuse the sudden tension.

“Then we need to get you a bodyguard,” he insisted.

“I thought about it, but… Well, I can’t really afford it, and how could I justify suddenly needing personal security? I’m just a designer, and nothing I’ve ever done has been avant-garde enough that I should be worried about my safety.” She shook her head.

“Damn, I knew I should have targeted Chat Noir,” Alix swore under her breath. “He would’ve had to reveal his identity, and she definitely wouldn’t have been a pushover on her kitty’s protection matter. Come on Adrien, do something.”

She could tell that he was up to something just by looking at him. He’d been silent for a little too long for it to be natural. Cogs turned in his head, making him squint. He let go of her completely and paced around the roof, almost pulling his hair out as he did so. Alix sensed that whatever was on his mind was going to be big. She leaned forwards in anticipation.

Finally, Chat Noir came to a halt in front of Marinette, the fever in his eyes and his dishevelled hair making him look slightly unhinged.

“Buguinette, I think I’ve got a solution,” he whispered.

“You do?” Marinette’s voice was full of hope, although she looked slightly concerned about him.

“You’re probably not going to like it,” he warned her, lifting a finger.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” She shrugged, taking a step forward.

“Right.” He gave her one last look, an opportunity to stop him before the words tumbled out. She nodded encouragingly. “Okay, here’s the thing. I have it on very good authority that Adrien Agreste is being pressured into getting married by his father.”

“I see Gabriel’s just as delightful as always,” Marinette shook her head.

“Unlike good cheese, he definitely doesn’t get better with time.” Chat smiled bitterly, eyes losing focus a little.

“What’s it got to do with us, though?” Marinette prompted, placing a hand on his arm.

“Oh, Agreste, you absolute genius, I think I know where this is going.” Alix took another handful of popcorn.

“Oh, yes, right.” He cleared his throat. “See, Adrien’s not dating anyone at the moment…” Right, Alix snorted. “And he’s not really planning on starting a relationship with his father breathing down his neck, but, well, he happens to owe me a favour, and I’m sure that he’d be more than happy to put his security detail to good use…”

“So you’re suggesting that I marry Adrien.” Marinette deadpanned.

“Well, er, I actually thought you could just date, but thinking about it… It would be less strange for you to request a bodyguard if your relationship was more serious…” He trailed off.

Alix was impressed by how well he concealed his emotions. His poker face was truly exceptional.

“And you think Adrien would be ready to marry me because of a favour he owes you?” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips and squinting at him as she tried to pick at his lie.

Alix winced for Chat. Maybe he should have waited a bit before blurting out the (as it turned out) probably only sane option in that situation so he could work out all of the details for himself. Marinette was very good at trying to shake plans to see how solid their foundations were.

“Please. Adrien had a crush on you when you were younger, if anything I could probably smuggle it as another favour, given how perfect the fake scenario would be. Although I guess that since you also liked him… It might just cancel out.” He tapped his lip pensively.

“Adrien had a crush on me?” Marinette frowned. “Oh, you must mean Ladybug. I think Nino mentioned it once.”

“Well, yes, but he also had one on you, Marinette.” Chat stepped forward, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he poked her on the nose.

“Really, now,” she muttered to herself.

“The main reason he didn’t act on it was that he thought you loved somebody else.” Chat smiled ironically.

“Wow, what a pair of idiots.” Marinette chuckled.

“You don’t know the half of it.” He kissed her forehead.

“But you know what?” Marinette didn’t pick up on her partner’s comment. “I’m actually glad we didn’t get together. It probably would have delayed us getting together.” She pressed a peck to his lips. “If we’d gotten together at all in that timeline.” She smirked.

Alix snorted. Out of all the timelines she’d watched unfold in an attempt to keep things in check, there wasn’t a single one where Marinette and Adrien, Ladybug and Chat Noir, didn’t end up together, and not just because of her interventions to help them, and the rest of the planet, stay alive.

Marinette’s face fell at Chat Noir’s lack of response. Alix knew her friend didn’t particularly believe in soulmates, but she understood that she would have liked a sappy Chat Noir special comment on how he’d told her he’d grow onto her anyway, and that she would have soon discovered that the Agreste boy had nothing on him. She assumed that he was too busy restraining himself from saying the wrong thing.

“Actually… What about us, then?” Marinette cleared her throat and looked up at him, eyes glistening slightly in the half light.

“My Lady… If you really think that you being a divorcée will spur me away…” Chat Noir looked down at their entwined hands, locks of blond hair falling in front of his eyes, concealing his giddy smile from her. You sneaky cat, Alix thought.

Marinette followed his gaze, letting out a long sigh as she watched their hands sway lightly. Alix knew her brain was probably trying to find all the flaws in the plan. She crossed her fingers, hoping that it would be enough for her friend to accept. It was perfect, whether they got their act together and figured everything out before the event, or not.

“Fine,” Marinette finally said with resolve, making Alix mentally thank whoever was out there. “I’ll do it on two conditions.”

“Anything, my love.” Chat let out a sigh of relief.

“Firstly, we’re honest with Adrien from the get go. No lying about anything.” Chat nodded along. “Secondly, we get cracking on finding Hawkmoth, and after we do and the divorce is settled, if we even get that far with Adrien because obviously if everything is settled before the wedding we won’t be going through the whole plan…” Chat smiled fondly as she took a deep breath. “After all that, we are getting married.” She gestured between the both of them.

“My Lady, are you proposing to me right meow?” Chat Noir all but purred.

“I guess so.” Marinette shrugged, a smile and a blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Wow, then, I’m definitely putting Adrien in charge of the proposal planning,” he replied with a smirk.

“Chaton!” She stomped her foot, her mildly amused smile cancelling out her frown.

“What?” He teased her.

“Will you? Marry me?” She held his gaze.

“Do you even have to ask?” He chuckled. “You know, my Lady, I’m pretty sure that, in my head, we’ve been married since that speech you gave on the Eiffel Tower during our very first fight. Well, I’ve been married to you; you do whatever you please.”

“You’re such a dork,” Marinette laughed, brushing her nose against his and throwing her arms around his neck.

“And yet you still love me.” He pulled her closer.

“Unfortunately, I do,” she sighed dramatically before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Alix dismissed the screen. She’d seen what she wanted, and it seemed like a good place to stop; a happy, sappy ending. Also, she’d finished all of her popcorn.

Everything was on track, her friends would start their Hawkmoth hunt, and soon everybody in Paris would be able to live without fear of their own negative emotions.

(Of course, that was the theory; she’d soon find out that she’d underestimated Adrien’s will to organise the perfect wedding for Marinette, and that, my friends, was no small oversight.)

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Back To His Nest- Pt. 2

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I DIDN’T EXPECT THE LOVE THE FIC GOT AND WAS VERY SURPRISED. I initially planned to leave it at that maybe?? but then many of ya’ll actually wanted a part two and i had to rack up my brain on what was gonna happen ( ´△｀) anyways it’s here and i hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Pairing/s: hawks/keigo takami x reader

Word Count: 2 772

Tags: very light angst, love, eventual fluff, domestic fluff,

-ꦼ———▸ Part 1

⋅. ♪ .⋅ Loving Keigo Playlist

8 Years later…

You haven’t heard from him ever since you left. As planned, your parents had called him in advance. Telling him he shouldn’t try and contact you anymore, that trying to find you would be a waste of time. You were such a coward that you couldn’t even leave a message, your parents bearing the responsibility of telling him you’ve cut off ties with him completely.

It hurt. The pain was unbearable for the first few months, restless nights of crying as you struggled to keep your composure. You couldn’t even erase his number from your saved contacts. His callers ID still the same nickname you had for him. Despite your parents warning about not contacting you anymore, he still left a call every day. There were neither questions nor any form of pleading you to come back. Because you never answered, he left small messages that he sent at random times of the day. There was no consistent message of what the calls were all about. It was as if he left these messages like a personal diary he’d write to when he felt like it.

“The day’s great today. It’s a bit hotter than usual but I’m quite grateful for the heat since flying always got me cold.” Yes it did, it was one thing about flying that he disliked. He just got too cold easily, which was why every time he got home, he’d head straight to the showers for a long hot soak then demand cuddles. He liked to call you his personal heater.

“It was too bright though, I had to keep squinting and I almost slammed face first to a billboard! Could you imagine that? Number Two Hero Getting Clumsy! Slams into Make Up Ad Starfish Style.” He laughed. “Okay, that was the worst headline ever. Could you blame me? I’m not really much of a writer like you are. Somehow, you always knew how to string words together beautifully… Ahh, looks like a low class villain is up to no good. I’ll catch up to you later. I love you baby bird.”

And just like that, he hangs up. They always ended in the same way, him having to cut it short because of his duties, and the constant line of ‘I love you.’ It felt so unfair, how he’d make it harder for you to move on. You knew better than to listen to them, but you still did. You drunk up his voice whenever you heard it, closing your eyes and imagining he was actually there right in front of you, talking to you. When he hangs up, the sad illusion is gone.

There were times you almost called him back, desperately wanting to run back into his arms. To apologize for leaving, to tell him the truth, to tell him you never stopped loving him in the first place. But as your fingers almost reach the call button, your fear of the Hero Public Commission stop you every time.

So you settle for watching him in the news, seeing the headlines as he saves dozens of people every day. You read every article you see online, scouring every page for stories. It was torture, but you had to keep strong, not just for yourself. It wasn’t like you were alone in this anymore.

After 9 long months, you finally gave birth to your child. His child.

She was perfect. She looked almost exactly like him, honey blond hair and yellow eyes that seemed to glow. Her image made you miss him so much it hurt. But these feelings of pain and misery were shoved off to the back of your mind, choosing instead to focus on your newfound feelings of joy and contentment. After so long, you felt like you could be happy again.

You named her Keiko, meaning “adored one”, because she was. With enough patience, you raised her by yourself. You dedicated your whole life making sure she grew up to be happy; it felt like you were compensating for the pain you brought upon to you and Hawks. Somehow, you comforted yourself with the fact that you saved your child from the horrors of what may come to her when the world comes to know of her existence.

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“Mom, come look it’s him again!” Keiko cheered, pointing at the television. An all too familiar winged hero comes on screen, gracefully flying in the air as he saved civilians from a burning building one by one. Your daughter let out another cheer as the number two hero successfully saves all of the civilians. Thankfully, the fire didn’t spread further with the help of the fire fighters helping from behind the scenes.

You stare at the screen as the news reporter interviews Hawks, him looking quite worn out but he manages to give the camera a smile and an enthusiastic response. If it was anyone else, he would’ve looked well composed, not breaking a sweat as he nonchalantly brushes off the praises he gets.

“All in a day’s work.” He says.

But you knew better.

Your daughter turns to you with a beaming smile, happy knowing her favourite hero once again saves the day. Her next words made your heart sank, “For my birthday tomorrow, can we meet him please?! I just want a picture and an autograph, that’s it I promise!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that baby. Hawks is a busy man and there are no chances we can just see him.” This was a lie of course, you knew he’d jump in at any opportunity to see you again but you couldn’t risk it. It pains you to see your daughter so disappointed, but you had to continue lying. For her sake.

“Tell you what, we can at least go to his district tomorrow and buy his merch. I can even get you one of those limited edition wings if you want.” Hawks’ merch was expensive, so his limited edition merchandise was gonna hurt your pockets like a bitch but it was worth it just to make up for what you couldn’t give your dear Keiko.

“Really?!” Keiko squealed as she bounced around the living room, “I can’t believe I’m going to have my own wings like Hawks, the number two hero! I can’t wait to tell Kiyoko as soon as I get them, she’ll be so jealous of me haha!” You smiled as you picked her up from the couch, stopping her from jumping off.

“If you sleep early tonight we might be able to make it there tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay!”

You’ve never felt so nervous before. Because one, you were going to Hawks’ precinct with your daughter, all the more chances of meeting him despite NOT wanting to do that. Two, if by some chance- or karma- you both crossed paths, all your hard work would be all for naught. Hawks wasn’t stupid; he’s by far the most observant man you’ve ever met. Many people don’t know this with the way he eludes them with his charm, thus forgetting he’s the number two hero for a reason. Which means even a small glance at your-his daughter; he’d be able to puzzle the pieces together.

So by desperation, you snuggled your daughter with a big fluffy hat, tied her hair into neat pigtails, and then gave her the favourite pair of pink, heart sunglasses she always liked to wear. She scrunched her nose at you fussing over her appearance, but this was only because she was too excited and wanted to leave immediately. You wore a coat, and sunglasses to hopefully hide yourself as well without looking too suspicious. With a final look in the mirror, you left the house with your daughter in tow.

An hour turned into two, then three, four, five…

“Kei honey, please. It’s time to go home.” You pleaded. You two spent the next hours walking around and buying her gifts. But whenever you stopped near a shop, Keiko never seemed to lose energy and somehow pulled you into another store to “check things out.” It’s times like this you wondered if you spoiled her too much.

“Wait not yet! We might see him here somewhere!” Keiko tugged at your sleeves as she pointed to the main plaza. “I saw him give interviews here last week mommy; maybe he’ll do it again!”

“Baby please, I told you we’re not here for that. We already bought your gifts so it’s time to go home and-“

“Mommy, look! I think it’s him!” Oh no.

As if on cue, the famous red winged hero zoomed in on a scene. A villain, large one at that, appeared in the middle of a crowd and began harming nearby civilians as if it was panicking. How did you not notice that?

But now was not the time, you had to get your daughter out of harm’s way and hopefully, his too. Hauling your shopping bags into the loops of your arms, you carried your whining daughter into your arms and darted in the opposite direction you saw Hawks headed.

Hawks POV

How long has it been, eight years? He never wanted to keep count, but he still did.

God, he was pathetic. He’s supposed to move on by now, find another woman to give his affections to, forget about you then happily live his life.

But he couldn’t and it sucked.

He always felt he was too sentimental despite being a double agent. You would think after all he went through, he’d be hardened and cold as stone. Yet he remained quite soft, too empathetic as what his superiors commented. Fuck that.

He’s on his last patrol for the day, flying over the main plaza to keep civilians bustling on the streets. He doesn’t have any plans for later (as he usually does), so he thinks he’ll spend another night away drinking in his balcony or watch a sappy chick flick in the late hours.

He remembers he has fan mail he’s yet to open. Not that he’s ever obligated to do so, he’s free to throw them in the shredder for all he cares. They’re mostly enveloped underwear sprayed with sickeningly sweet perfume anyways. But he’s been receiving sweet letters from a little girl lately. Messages full of pure adorations and gratitude for his work. Judging by the handwritings and small creative decorations, the letters clearly had been made with a lot of effort. He can’t help but look forward to them every week, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

His thoughts of his late evening plans are disrupted with the sudden sounds of screams and shrieking from below. Without wasting a second he rushes to the scene.

As he got closer, his eyes widened at the sight of who was causing the ruckus, or rather, what.

He dodged the Nomu’s sharp claws that swiped by his face at an alarming speed. In a beat, his feather flew from different directions, all leading to his target. They cut deep gashes onto its skin, but the Nomu’s regeneration was fast, healing its wounds as soon as it was inflicted on it.

Hawks never deterred, continuing his attacks while sending some of his feathers to keep away civilians from the disaster transpiring near him.

He could vaguely hear cheers and shouts from the crowd as he rapidly attacks the creature, somehow finding it difficult to cause enough damage to knock it out of conscious. As he flies around the attacking monster, he spots a vulnerable looking spot in its neck. Pausing for a second, he narrows his eyes as he aims. He was about to release a feather until the Nomu lets out a loud piercing shriek, causing everyone near them to shut their eyes at the screeching wail and cover their eyes.

Fuuck, it must have sensed me. He thought.

As soon as it stopped it’s shrieking, it speeded off to another direction. With a curse, Hawks followed it in pursuit. Pushing and carrying away with his feathers to keep them from getting harmed. The Nomu sets its eyes on a little girl with her mother, launching itself on its haunches then runs at a great speed towards the two.

The little girl screams then hides herself in her mother’s arms. The mother tries desperately to get away, but with the Nomu’s great speed and the closing distance between them there was nothing left to do but to brace herself in front of her child.

“No!” Hawks yells as the Nomu’s claws at the mother. Before it could land another attack, he strikes one of his biggest feathers at its neck. The Nomu stills, and then drops to the ground.

Hawks doesn’t have time to check if it’s dead or not, rushing over to the poor injured mother with her crying child. As he finally makes his way to the woman his heart stops.

It was you.

With shaking arms, he cradled you against his chest. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, he got to see you again. And with a child! Wait… a child?

He took a look at the crying girl, blond hair and honey eyes… just like him.

His eyes widened in shock. Hair and eyes just like his, it couldn’t be.

“Is my mom gonna be okay?” The girl sniffled. He mentally slapped himself in the face, how could he forget the situation at hand and not comfort his distressed child? “She’ll be okay,” he assured her, “Help is on the way, okay? Can you breathe slowly for me birdie? So you can calm down.”

She wipes the tears from her eyes and nods. At the sound of an ambulance, he stands up while he carries your unconscious body. As the medics put you in a stretcher, he takes the time to actually look at you.

You looked much more different. Hair a different length from before, eyes much more tired, and cheeks less full. It must’ve been hard for you, he thinks. But now I’m here.

He turns to look for his daughter, who was behind him all along. Slowly, he bends over to pick up her shaking form. She raises her arms in surprise, but trusting nonetheless. As he settles her in one arm, he holds her close and looks at her.

“What’s your name, kid?” he softly asks.

“Keiko.” She mumbles shyly. Keiko, you named her after my own name? Hawks felt tears springing into the corners of his eyes. Before he could wipe them away, Keiko surprises him with a hug to his neck. She clings onto him as if he was her lifeline as he mutters something in his ear.

“Thank you for saving me hero.” Hawks finally lets his tears fall.

Reader’s POV

After waking up, you found yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your body felt heavy, you desperately needed to pee, and your throat was parched. You looked around and see your daughter was asleep in a couch near your bed. There was a small bouquet of flowers in your nightstand, but what surprised you the most was the warm, calloused hands that held your left hand; the very same hands that you held years ago. Keigo was asleep.

You ran your hands softly in his hair, a small habit you used to do when he came home utterly exhausted. Hawks stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes. Honey orbs met yours as you felt a smile form on your face.

“Good morning to you too, Kei.”

“Chealsey, oh thank god.” He leapt up from his spot on your bed then embraced you. The hug made you wince but you could’ve cared less. You missed him, you craved for his warmth for years and you never thought you’d ever feel him again. Now he was finally here…

You felt tears fall to your cheeks as you formed apologies in your lips. Hawks merely shushed you as he held you in his arms, “It’s okay, I understand. I know everything.” You clutched his shirt as you sobbed in his chest, letting go all pain and misery you’ve been holding in for years. He kisses your tears away, letting you release all your pent up emotions. He was just glad he had you in his arms once again.

Keiko woke up from her sleep, looking at the two of you in a mess of tangled limbs and tears. “Huh?” she mumbled. “Mommy, why are you crying? What’s going on?”

You both let out a laugh, sharing the same thought. There was going to be a lot to explaining to do.

A/N: fINALLY!! The ending is here! Hope ya’ll liked it everyone ≧(´▽｀)≦ this is unedited and i might do so when i wake up the next day lol. tysm for the love ya’ll gave this ficlet and im sorry for the wait.

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #bnha fanfiction #mha hawks #bnha #mha #mha x you #keigo takami #keigo #keigo x reader

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bluebandana · 4 years

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The LP Show Act 2: Summary

helloooooo we started off with some technical difficulties and got pushed back like an hour and a half (yes we are tired)

mae started off singing a few songs!!!

two minute waiting period!!!

a little intro video!!!

liam looks super cute!!!!! he has crowd sounds playing and the comment section up again!!!!

song 1: first time

he did a really cute giggle in between songs which i feel like really needed to be mentioned

song 2: slow

“i keep forgetting the fan sounds” 🥺🥺🥺

song 3: midnight

*forgets the sounds again*

“the reaction to the first show was amazing and this one seems even better. AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. i keep forgetting it’s my birthday”

showed merch and shouted out some fans

question: when are you coming to australia?

answer: he doesn’t know when he’s going back but he loves it!!! australia was the first place they went to after the uk (when 1d first started) and they loved the reaction to the band and “niall gave a helicopter the bird”

question: how does it feel to be performing by himself?

answer: talked about 10th anniversary!!! and how long it’s been and how amazing everything has been

“i’ve got a mustache now” (when talking about the changes in the past ten years)

song 4: night changes “i’m gonna need you guys to help me sing since i’m alone now” 🥺🥺🥺

“that felt good” (after the song ended)

“some of my favorite 1d songs are in this set”

song 5: what a feeling “we’ve never really sang this song”

“i’m sorry i put off the end of that song but it’s my birthday”

talked about how many people are at the show!!!!!

question: what’s your favorite memory from 1d?

answer: THE BREAD VAN

question: 1d performance he remembers the best

answer: Wembley stadium when the place was dark and the only light was his light up shoes lmao

question: wish for his birthday

answer: “not telling you because then it won’t come true”

looked at all of the countries people are watching from!!!

look at throwback 1d pictures!!!!

first picture

1d in the onesies that they always used to wear and said that they “got told off for wearing them by someone in xfactor:

second picture

them from when they went go carting with nintendo “mario cart style” lmao and said that “i won.....no one else is here to tell me otherwise so”

third picture

them in ghana!!!!!! he talked about how much he loved going there and said that it was “at the perfect time” and mentioned the music video they filmed there!!!!

fourth picture

him in his “favorite picture of me in a vest ever” from a 1d concert with the crowd and a “little H 🥺” in the background!! he said he didn’t remember where the show was but to “circle if you can find yourself in a crowd”

showed us unseen footage of himself recording remember!!!!

the lyric “how can i forget someone who gave me so much to remember?” came straight from pinterest and they based the whole song on it dsfghjkhgfd

at one point he was in the recording booth without a shirt on edsfghjhgfds

back to the show

the next few songs were “new remixes just for tonight”

song 5: for you live remix

song 6: get low live remix

song 7: stack it up live remix

question: new genre to bring to music?

answer: he’s gonna keep doing dance music!!!

questions about djing and such!!!!

answer: basically he talked about working with all of the djs he’s done stuff with but it was really fast and i couldn’t write it down :(

showed pics of previous birthdays!!!!

talked about the bday pic where the story of not having friends come celebrate again came from and how it’s a lie

“i’ve had a lot of extravagant bday cakes......i hope you guys got me one this year” and they said they didn’t get him one :(

all of the songs from 8-12 were all partial songs and smushed together which was a little sad :((( but he still sounded so good!!

song 8: familiar

song 9: drag me down

he said “that was a surprise” when the song switched (later during the after party they were talking about how he had never heard the mixes before so either it was about not knowing when the songs switched over or about the remixes from earlier)

they played the studio version in the background and i gasped at the sounds of the other 1d boys’ voices

song 10: polaroid

song 11: bedroom floor

song 12: strip that down

song 13: best song ever!!!

it was on the set list he gave to us after what a feeling and he skipped it but he brought it back here as a bonus!!!! and he sang the full thing!!!!

he ended the song with “it was the best birthday party after party ever....coming up right after this”

intermission before after party!!

after party!!!!

we came back to him wearing a full blue suit!!!

“this is me in my birthday suit” sdfghjhgfd

thanked us for coming!!! talked about enjoying singing 1d songs!!! especially what a feeling!!!! gave a hand for mae!!!!!

read the itinerary for the after party like a cute host

fan vs. fan on zoom!!!

presents!!!!!

live on tiktok after

birthday messages!!!

we were trending worldwide!!!!!

question: favorite dance

answer: the wap dance jfkdksal

zoom game!!!!

threw a dart with a number!!! number is the number of the zoom fan!!!! another fan asks a question!!!! if zoom fan gets it right, they win a prize. if they get it wrong, the question fan gets a prize!!!

it wasn’t not working too well and he said “it’s my birthday so that’s my excuse” and “i’m gonna stand here very awkwardly and make funny faces” then “now i’m staring at myself which is even worse”

fan question: what is liam’s middle name?

liam said “they better get it right” or something like that implying it was easy dfghjkjh

then they didn’t get it :(((

prize!!!!: liam’s burberry shirt that he was papped in a few years ago!!!

back to liam

question: most emotional thing about going solo

answer: “finding out that someone didn’t know my middle name.....nights like tonight when i perform these songs by myself......night changes is a tear jerker for me”

fan said they would donate $500 if he writes her name on his hand “how do you spell the name...i did go to school it’s just polite to ask”

presents!!!!!

first present is from his parents

something popped out and he got scared!!!!! but he loved it!!!!

birthday messages

zedd

alesso

did a tshirt cannon but social distanced style and gave them away to people in comments

he shot a little cannon every time!!!!

back to zoom game

the person who asked the question wasn’t there so liam had to read it and he said “i hope i know the answer” before reading it

fan question: (the number was 18 and he sang a bit of the song) at what age did i take up boxing?

the fan didn’t know so he gave them the answer so they would win

answer: 13

gift was one of his gucci shirts

another present

it’s a HORSE COSTUME.....one of those ones where he’s riding a horse

birthday message

from dj khaled

he called him “lima” LMAOOO

“i shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as i am” about wearing the costume

#1 trending in australia!!

“you took a long look at my crotch area there and i hope it was because of the horse”

“i’m getting used to it now....it becomes quite fulfilling after a while”

zoom game #3

fan question: name 5 artists that liam collabed with so far

they got it!!!!

another shirt that he got papped in once!!!

did another tshirt cannon!!

birthday messages

rita ora

NIALL FUCKING HORAN

moved to tiktok

made a tiktok with the reactions of when you like your birthday present vs. when you don’t like your birthday present but you’re pretending

his family got him a birthday cake in the shape of a giant cookie!!!! and they played the cookie song for him!!!!! he talked about that trend about how everything is cake!!!!

#okay the format is a little weird but im tired fghjgfds #once again if i got anything wrong or left anything out please let me know!!!!!!!#liam payne #the lp show #the lp show act 2 #liam93productions #i don't know what else to tag but i did this again because people asked!!!#please love it #mine

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thebrownssociety · 3 years

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Across The Serververse, Chapter 9

About an hour after the last chapter Bugs stood with his arms folded looking critically at the...thing that Marvin and Wile.E were telling him was a car. It looked, to Bugs’s critical eye, very much like a jagged rock. This would be because it was a jagged rock, a deep jagged rock, hollowed out to create a drivers seat, a steering wheel somehow forced into it and four wheels haphazardly slung onto it. In a bid to make it personal to him Pepe and Penelope had painted it orange and were proposing he call it ‘The Carrot.’ Not th most original of names, but there you go.

“So...lemme jus’ get this straight.” Bugs said, slowly. “Ya want me ta actually drive this thing?”

“Of course.” Marvin said, sharply.

“It’s perfectly safe.” Wile.E added. “Trust us. We’re geniuses.”

Despite having the perfect set-up Bugs - with great effort - made no jokes or witty comebacks and instead positioned himself in the drivers seat, popped a helmet on [safety first and all that] put his seatbelt on and then raced off to join the others.

‘Sweet moither of carrots, this is fast!’ Bugs thought to himself as he zipped round corners and up and down the sides of hills. No wonder the Wacky Racers all seemed to look permanently startled!

After a good half an hour Bugs saw his first car and - tightening his grip on the wheel - pushed down the accelerator. The car lunged forward with such speed Bugs was left in the air for about two seconds before being pulled back into his drivers seat by the seatbelt.

He landed upside down and hastened to right himself. When he did manage this the first thing he saw was a cliff coming towards him so he grabbed the wheel and turned away from the cliff somehow managing to end up back on the path. Heart nearly beating out his chest he panted and briefly thought of his house and nice comfy bed before giving himself a slap and readjusting his hands more tightly on the wheel. He WOULD get Sam back even if it killed 'im.

Bugs pressed down the accelerator and zoomed off, this time managing to stay on the track. He was on there a while actually, about 45 minutes before he saw the first car. Annoyingly it wasn't Sam's and Bugs wasn't familiar enough with the world of wacky racers to identify it. It wasn't Penelope Pitstop or Peter Perfect he knew that.

As he tried to overtake, one of the toons (a caveman) leaned over and whacked him on the back of the head with a club. "Hey!" Bugs cried as the caveman tried to batter him senseless. "Cut it out! Yer damagin' me ears!"

The cave man ignored him and Bugs - in a fit of anger - turned the wheel sharply causing the car to whack into the side of the cavemen's (there were two of them) car which, in turn, sent them flying down the side of the cliff.

There seems no need to go over every racer, but suffice to say that Bugs through a mix of intelligence; trickery and, in one if two cases, blunt force, managed to eventually reach Sam. Not that he was exactly hard to miss. The gold that his car was painted saw to that.

"Sam!" Bugs bellowed, trying to be heard over the sound of the engine. "SAM"

The pirate twitched and tightened his hands on the steering wheel, a grim line of determination on his face. In hindsight Bugs should have recognised that look for what it was. Sam was In The Zone. Any attempts to distract him would surely end in tears. However, in that moment, seeing as he was literally *that* far away from him Bugs grabbed a megaphone out of hammerspace and screamed into it. "YOSEMITE SAM!"

Sam - not expecting that - wobbled dangerously and his hands jerked of the wheel sending the car spinning of the road.

Bugs winced and braked making the car shriek as he did so. When the dust had cleared he looked left and right then hopped out the car and ran across to the wreck. "Sam!" He called, worriedly. "Sammy, are you alright?"

There was a long pause, during which Bugs started composing songs for Sam's funeral, then a pale hand grasped the wreckage of the car and - with a dramatic gasp - Yosemite Sam pulled himself out of the wreckage and mustered enough strength to look straight at Bugs and growl. "I hates you."

Bugs took the statement with good grace and, holding out a hand, pulled Sam from the wreckage. "An' dere I was t'inkin' you'd be glad ta see me." He said, teasingly.

Sam glared and, adopting the voice of a posh upper-class englishman [think Mac and Tosh] said. "It may have escaped your here notice, Mr Bunny, but you have just WRECKED MY CAR!"

Bugs blinked and shrugged, giving the easy smile that always worked with Daffy. "Eh...Oi crushed Wile.E under a boulder. He was happy ta see me."

Sam glared and pointed at the smouldering wreck that had once been a car.

Bugs followed his point and, feeling a stab of guilt, mumbled. "Yeah...so dat's not great..."

"IT'S WRECKED!" Sam screeched. "An YOU ah wrecked it!"

"Well..." Bugs murmured as the feeling of guilt intensified. "Technically you're hands were on the wheel-"

Suddenly without warning Sam's eyes welled up with tears and he started blubbing. "Ya don't understand! Tha' car-" He indicated the smoking pile of metal. "-took me 3 weeks ta make! To craft! From scratch! They wouldn't let me race until ah had a car!" 'They' Bugs presumed to be the Wacky Racers. "An' now I've got it it's-ah taken me four an' a half month to claw ma way ta fourth - fourth! - place! This - this! - was gonna be mah chance to crack at least top three! An' now it's gone! An' it's all YOUR FAULT! An' ya not even sorry!"

Bugs's guilt was to string for him to ignore now and he said, aiming for a placating tone. "Look Sam, I'm sorry, oi really am! I didn't know the car meant that much ta ya. We'll-" He thought quickly. "We'll get it fixed! Look, gimme a minute-" Bugs got a flag out his hammerspace and shoved it into the ground. "I claim this planet in the name of Earth!" He said, clearly.

As was expected Marvin appeared a few foot away from him and walked over with his own flag. "I claim this planet in the name of Mars!" He said, briskly. "Now, what is it you want, earth-creature?"

Bugs looked at him with a attitude that said 'really' and nodded his head at Sam. Marvin looked over at Sam and clapped his hands together. "Oh, Yosemite Sam! It's SO good to see you again!"

"Likewise brother." Sam said, gruffly as they hugged. "Now what can you do about my car?"

Marvin frowned and walked over to the wreckage. He made a few calculations and walked round the wreckage about five times all while muttering in Martian. Neither Sam or Bugs were fluent in Martian but they could pick up some words. 'Idiots', 'disaster' and 'time' being the main ones. Well after half an hour Marvin made the final notes on his checkboard and speed-walked over to Bugs and Sam, looking grim. Bugs and Sam immediately sat up and looked interested.

"The car is very nearly a write-off." Marvin announced, in his usual blunt fashion. "How it survived at all is beyond me. However it is fixable." He grimaced. "It'll just take a while."

"Eh...how long's a 'while', Doc?" Bugs asked, conscious that this whole thing was on a time limit.

"How long have we got?" The Martian asked, thrown for a loop.

The rabbit did a quick calculation. It didn't take long. "13 days." He said. "An' den Rhythm does Jones knows what. Give up hopefully. But de fact is we need ta get everyone back within those 13 days or they'll be..." Bugs couldn't even bring himself to say the words, a weird lump forming in his throat.

Thankfully Marvin understood [it helped that he had already been brought up to speed on the stakes offscreen a few chapters ago.] and he said, quickly. "Don't worry it will certainly take less than 13 days. Less than 13 hours probably, if we all work together and you listen to my instructions exactly without any fooling around..." Here he narrowed his eyes at Bugs.

Bugs was not an idiot. The meaning was clear and, although normally he might happily 'fool around', there was to much riding on this for him to do so. Really, strictly speaking, he should probably insist they leave Sam's personal junkyard behind, but he knew if he did that the pirate would never forgive him. And contrary to what people may think Bugs didn't want to upset his on-screen 'enemies' TO much...

"Well den." He said, brightly, clapping his hands together and smiling at Marvin. "Whadda we waiting for? Lets call de oithers and get fixin'!"

#Space Jam 2 Fanfiction #Across The Serververse #Bugs Bunny #Marvin The Martian #Yosemite Sam #Wile.E.Coyote #Wacky Racers #8 more to go

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fluffymcu · 4 years

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Letting Loose

Part EIGHT

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,823

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You and Peter leave with Happy for school and for once in a long time, you’re not 2 minutes before the bell rings! The reason you and Peter were almost late today was because you were having a hard time finding a outfit. But once you did, it was smooth sailing from there.

Once you were in class, you were writing down some notes in your journal when you kept noticing one of your classmates looking at you weird. You had looked up from your notes to see what your teacher was writing when you caught the glare from the corner of your eye. They were glaring at you with a grimace on their face. You looked around to make sure if it was you they were looking at. When you confirmed, you became very confused. You didn’t even talk to them. Heck, you didn’t even know their name! They were always so quiet and surprisingly, they were never called on.

You decided to smile anyway, and carry on with your work. Now that you knew they were watching however, you couldn’t help but steal glaces up at them every now and then, and every time you’d look, they’d be glaring. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you pushed through it until lunch.

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“Get your vegetables, sweetie.” The lunch lady at the cafeteria said, smiling sweetly and nodding towards the green beans in the small clear plastic container. You grabbed it and so did Peter, following him out of the line.

“So yeah, they’ve just been glaring at me the entire time, and I’ve never even held a formal conversation with them!” You said, taking a seat at the table. Ned and MJ were still in line.

“What’s their name?” Peter asked, taking a bite out of the apple.

“I don’t even know!” You exclaimed. “That’s why I’m telling you, It’s so weird.” You shook your head. Peter hummed, his brows furrowed.

“That is weird. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding? You know how sometimes you’re in deep thought and you just stare out into space? Maybe they were thinking about something and just happened to be staring at you?” He shrugged.

You nodded, taking a bite of your pizza. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, it’s the only thing that would make sense. I’ve never done anything to them so I don’t see a reason why they would do that.” You thought out loud.

“Yeah. So. I’m thinking we should do something fun after school. Maybe we could ride the go-kart or go by the city?” Peter asked, a wide grin creeping onto his face. You sat back and thought for a moment before your grin rivaled his.

“Or... we could do something super fun like prank Bucky!” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Peter started laughing and pointed at you.

“I like that idea! Bucky’s reactions are hilarious!” He laughed, clapping his hands together.

“Right?!”

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You were looking up at the clock every 2 minutes, hoping that some miracle would appear and suddenly an hour would pass. Jeremy was being a huge pain today and you couldn’t wait to go home when class was over. He was constantly whispering your name from across the room, throwing crumbled up notes at your head, making paper airplanes land on your desk, and so much more. You were surprised at how the teacher never caught him doing any of this, and how he got those paper planes to land on your desk every time.

“Y/n!” You heard Jeremy whisper for the 100th time today. You sighed and decided to see if he would stop if you’d look at him. When you did, he smiled widely, faltering a bit when you didn’t return it. “I like your shirt.” He whispered. You scoffed silently and rolled your eyes. You returned your attention back to the teacher and ignored him the best you could for the rest of the day.

When the bell rang, you packed your stuff at record breaking speed and zoomed out the class. As you raced out the room, you could hear Jeremy’s obnoxious laugh. Thank god school was over now.

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As you got home, Peter went straight to shower and you joined Nat in the kitchen, who was baking a cake. She claimed to like cooking and baking by herself, but she told you once that you were the only one who she likes to bake with. She made you swear not to tell anyone though, and you’ve kept it.

As you were mixing the frosting, you got a small spoon and dipped it in it, smudging a bit on her cheek. She gasped and you put the bowl down and ran away when she was coming at you with a pan. You knew she’d never hurt you but you had to run away just in case you accidentally died under her supervision.

Nat was pouring the cake batter onto the pan and you were still ‘mixing’ the frosting when in reality you were eating it slowly. You thought you were getting away with it stealthily, but, come on, this is Nat we’re talking about.

“Stop eating all the frosting!” She growled, poking your belly making you flinch and yelp.

“Okayokayokay!” You giggle, putting your hands up in surrender but she keeps poking and scratching around your belly and sides. “Nohoohoo! I said okahahahay!” You cry.

Nat smirks and continues, fluttering her fingertips up you your neck and behind your ears. “I know, but it’s too much fun to stop.” She hums, wiggling her nimble fingers into your armpits. You squeal before your knees buckle, bringing you down to the floor. Nat giggles along and crouches down beside you and continues to torture your sides. Her touches are so light on your sides, but they’re driving you crazy. You arch your back and shake your head side to side.

“Nahahahat! Plehehease!” You squeak.

Natasha smiled and looked at the stove to see it was almost time to put the batter in. She turns to face you with a smirk and moves up to scratch in between your ribs. You cackle, throwing your head back as your face is heating up. “Are you gonna keep eating the frosting?” She asks, chuckling when you give in instantly.

“NOHOHOHO! I PROHOMISE! HAHAH!” You finally relax as she stops, getting up to put the batter when the oven beeps. You get up as well once you catch your breath and finish preparing everything else, having to make more frosting now because you ate half of it. You then sit down at the island with Nat, talking about school and stuff until the cake is done. You frost the cake, add sprinkles because why not, and cover it up in a nice glass cake holder. You both high-five and take a slice, knowing if you wait ten minutes, the team would gobble it up before you even get a bite.

Sure enough, by the next time you passed by the kitchen again, the cake was gone. You and Peter met in his room to discuss the plans for pranking Bucky. “Okay. So, I say we prank him when he’s in the shower. We mess with the temperature and turn it super super cold and run out. We know he likes to use the gym showers when he’s done working out so it would be a perfect time to prank him!” You said, making sure to keep a hushed tone in case anyone was listening.

“Yeah! That’d be so funny. He’s working out right now, so let’s spy on him until he goes to shower.” Peter says, helping you jump on his back to go on your stealthy mission.

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You and Peter have been watching Bucky exercise for the past 30 minutes, and you were both bored. “Jesus, I mean, I know he’s like strong and stuff, and doesn’t get tired easily, but how long does he have to work out? We saw him go to the gym like 2 hours ago.” You whispered.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down, he has enhanced hearing.” Peter whispered, frantically holding his finger over his mouth.

“Oh, I’m being quiet!” You rolled your eyes, scoffing sassily, flinching back in mild offense when Peter quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

“Y/n! If you don’t stop whispering so loud he’s gonna know we’re spying on him. You think you’re whispering but you’re being very loud and he can hear you if you continue. So keep quiet!” Peter whispered, taking your hand off your mouth when you huffed and nodded. You both continue to watch him for a few more minutes, getting excited when he reaches for his water bottle and towel, walking towards the showers.

You cheer quietly and you both wait a few moments before hearing the water run. You make your way inside the showers and find the one he’s in. You wait a few minutes for the water to heat up and so he could get comfortable in the heat, before nodding at Peter, who quickly changes the nozzle to the extreme opposite side. You clasp your hand over your mouth, getting ready for the reaction.

“AHHHHHH!”

You and Peter burst out laughing, running out of the showers while Bucky is yelling out streams of curses and screams. As you run out into the gym, you could hear Bucky screaming out at you both. “YOU KIDS ARE SO DEAD!”

You reach Peter’s room, shutting the door behind you and falling to the floor in silent laughter. Peter was rolling around in his bed and letting out cackles. You just kept replaying Bucky’s reaction in your head, not being able to stop laughing. “Ohoho my gohohohod that was hilarious!!” You squealed, getting up from the floor. Peter nodded, sitting up and holding his stomach. “Yeheheah, he’s gonna kill us though.” He chuckled. You shrugged, giggling a but and sitting down next to him. “Eh, he’ll get over it...hopefully.”

He did not.

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It was a little while before dinner and you were playing around with peter in the living room, him laying on the floor and balancing you on his hands and feet. His hands were holding yours and he had both feet on either side of your hip. You were giggling madly and struggling to keep your arms straight, so you were shaking a lot. You had fallen on top of him multiple times, but you'd get right back up. Tony was watching you guys over the counter, making dinner. He had a light smile on his face at the sound of both of your laughter. You got on top again and this time you were determined to stay up, stifling your laughter and tightening your core. You started smiling when peter began to cheer for you. “There we go! Keep going, hold it, hold it!” Peter strained, keeping you balanced. Tony left the kitchen temporarily to go help Pepper with something, mumbling at you both to stay safe before leaving. You grunted as you almost fell again, but peter caught you and kept you up just in time.

You were both so caught up in your game, that you didn’t notice Bucky stroll into the living room with a determined look on his face. His presence was made known however, when he quickly snatched you up and held you tightly against his chest. You shrieked, instantly recognizing him and you began to laugh hysterically when he started to dig into your hips. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” He teased, digging in the spot right above your hips making you squirm violently in his arms.

“NOHOHOHOHO! BUCKYHYHYHY!” You cried, cackling when he began to blow several raspberries on the crook of your neck. He had your arms held to your sides, preventing you from defending yourself. “This is what you get for that lame ass prank! Regret it yet?” He teased, lifting you up a bit in his grip so he could pinch harshly at your sides. You instantly melt in his arms, kicking out your legs desperately. “WAHAHAIT! PETER HEHEHELPED!” You yelled. If you were gonna get it, so was he.

“I know; he’s next.” He smirked. Peter’s eyes widened and he decided to leave, running out of the living room and hiding in Wanda’s room. Bucky chuckled and sat down on the couch, positioning you to sit on his lap bridal style. You tried to roll off of him right away but he easily grabbed you back. “Apologize.” He says. You might have been a giggling mess, but you weren’t going to apologize for an awesome prank.

“No!” You yell, even then sounding unsure of yourself. Bucky chortles, shaking his head and bringing your stomach up to his face. You begin to giggle nervously again as he's lifting your shirt with his mouth, blowing an abnormally large and ticklish raspberry after. You shriek, twisting around in his hold, cackling when he begins to rub his scratchy stubble all around your belly, making ‘nomming’ noises and playfully biting the skin. It tickles so much and all you can do is just weakly push at his head. He's playfully growling as he bites the pudgy skin on your belly and you quickly fall into silent laughter, kicking out desperately for him to let you go.

Bucky laughs, laying you down and digging his fingers into your collarbone, smiling when you once again let out laughter, squeaking out pleads of mercy. “Hmmm, I hear all these ‘please’ and “stop’ s but I'm not hearing any apologies.” He hums, shaking all of his digits into your ribs. “Are you ready to apologize now?” You scream loudly, arching your back and giving in immediately.

“YEHEHEHES!” You cackle, turning into jelly in his arms when he stops. He giggles along with you and lifts you up to rest your head on his chest. “Ihihihim sohohorry.” You giggle. Bucky smiles and nods, kissing your forehead.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teased, pinching your side lightly. You flinch and giggle lazily, dramatically rolling off the couch and onto the floor. Bucky shakes his head at you fondly, looking up when Peter comes into the living room again.

“Sup guys, is everything settled?” He asks, like nothing happened. Thankfully, Bucky was going to be fair today.

“Not yet. You haven’t apologized, punk!” He growls, making a bee line towards Peter, smirking at his terrified screech before taking off. You giggle as you can hear their banter in the halls, Peter spitting out protests and pleads and Bucky having none of it.

“Wait wait wait wait wait Mr. Barnes! Mr. Barnes, wait! I can explain!”

“Save it for after you get your part of the punishment. You're only making this worse for you, kid! Get off the walls!”

You grin widely when you finally hear Peter’s desperate laughter echoing through the halls, pumping your fist when he gets what he deserves for trying to walk out on his punishment and leave you there.

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Finally, you finish helping the team clean up dinner and you go upstairs with Peter to commence your sleepover. Like always, you bring snacks up and turn on the tv. After a while, peter turns to look at you with a grin. “Hey. I have an idea.”

You turn to look at him as well, mimicking his grin. “What. And it better not be pranking Bucky again, because I don’t know about you, but I've learned my lesson for today.” You chuckle humorlessly, raising your hand in defeat. Peter rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“No way. Not doing that again for a while.” He says. “We should build a fort. We haven’t built one in a long time!”

You smile and nod excitedly, ripping the covers off your body and getting to work.

It was only about 10pm when you and Peter began building it. You draped blankets over some high chairs that you both quietly stole from the kitchen and put blankets on the floor and stuffed pillows inside. You even decided to be extra and drape some fairy lights on the inside. Building a fort with Peter was one of your many favorite things to do. You didn’t do it very often, because you wanted it to be something special when you did.

You both crawled in and admired your work. You pulled out your laptop, setting it up on the ground and opening up Netflix. “We probably should’ve saved some snacks for this.” Peter chuckled.

“Yeah, we should have.” You laughed, looking at the empty wrappers. You both agreed on watching a few episodes of The Office before turning off the fairy lights and falling asleep in the fort. Surprisingly, sleeping on the floor wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

The next day was okay, school was interesting, especially with your classmate once again giving you weird looks. You were extremely confused. This has been going on for quite a bit now. What did I ever do to them?

#ticklish!reader #tickle fic #tickle fight #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #bucky tickles reader #bucky x reader #natasha tickles reader #nat x reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #peter parker #peter x reader

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mikasuxxx · 3 years

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gimme more head canons about Ana & Jackie and their Seed spawn pls

Absolutely!

Jackie

When Jackie found out that she was pregnant with Jake's kid, she was absolutely terrified

She locked herself in the bathroom for a while, and was having a panick attack, trying to process the fact that she is pregnant.

She was not ready to be a mom. She wanted to wait until her and Jacob's relationship was fully stable.

She didn't tell him, because she was worried about how he would react, but was also worried about him as a whole.

Jackie seen what Jacob is capable of, and she'd be lying if she said that the idea of him being a father worries her.

She was going to hold off on telling him for a few weeks until she felt ready. But she started showing strong symptoms, having morning sickness most mornings, nausea, headaches, and hell, Jacob even noticed that her moods switched very often and she started having cravings.

Then it became unavoidable when he questioned her about it, and she ended up coming clean, not being able to look him in the eye for more than a few seconds.

but oh boy was he happy. He was so happy, he hugged her so tight and started laughing, kissing her face all over, something extremely unusual for him. But nonetheless, she was relieved

He loved seeing her walking around carrying his baby. But she hated being pregnant since most of her clothes started getting too small for her, and her cravings got more intense. But she was also experiencing more contractions and back pains that had her bed bound for hours

Overall those 9 months were very rocky and hard on both Jaqueline and Jacob. They had their ups and downs, and had lots of arguments that even ended up with them sleeping in separate beds.

But they made up eventually, like always. And before they even knew it, their baby was born

You know how i said Jackie is small? yeah...Well that wasnt something she considered when she was having a baby with a man thrice her size was

The baby comes out chunky, and somewhere around 8-10 lbs. It was a boy, and he had obnoxiously bright red tufts of hair that resembled his dads. Jacob was definitely proud.

Jacob would hold his baby boy and look down at him with the most happy and proud look you've ever seen– not even his brothers saw him this happy before.

Their son sleeps in a small crib right next to their bed because 1. jacob is overprotective over his spawn 2. so its easier for jackie to take care of him when he starts crying in the middle of the night.

Jacob's nightmares/ night terrors lessen by a lot after his son is born. He actually does get some sleep sometimes. But when he doesn't, it's mostly because of the baby, rather than his PTSD.

He wouldn't let anyone outside his family see his soft side because "it makes him weak", but really he just wants to bond with his family in peace

Whenever Jackie is too busy or sick to take care of the baby, Jacob brings takes care of him for the day. He even brings him to meetings with him

Okay but like can you imagine Jacob doing one of his PowerPoint slides while holding his baby in one arm?? And maybe even has his little carrier thing on the floor next to his chair in case he gets sleepy??

he even lowers his voice while talking so he won't wake him up

Jacob is actually pretty excited to introduce his baby to his siblings.

Joseph is so happy with the baby, he holds him with a smile. He loves how he resembles Jacob so much, and he even thinks that he is a gift from god. Faith absolutely adores the baby, and she even brough him some new plushies and clothes. John also brings stuff for the baby (stuff that he may or may have not stolen from the Ryes) And when he holds the baby he feels happiness and joy, but isn't showing it much. spoiler: this is the moment John gets baby fever

But anyway, Jacqueline and Jacob do live pretty peacefully with their baby for a while. Jacob, for the first time in what seems like years, can finally settle down and be happy

Anastasia

You know how i said john got baby fever from seeing Jacob's baby? He suggests it to Ana, and she agrees

She wanted to wait a bit until everything was settled in term of getting her work sorted out when EG finally takes over Hope County

except she ended up getting pregnant, on accident, a bit earlier than anticipated (The seeds really don't know what a condom is huh)

It was a surprise, not unwelcome, but a surprise to say the least

To say that John was happy was an understatement, he was absolutely joyful, so much so that he couldn't even process the news Ana just told him. He ended up having a very delayed reaction

"John, you oka-"

"HOLY FUCK WE'RE HAVING A BABY?!!?"

In short, John couldn't get his hands off her, and kept smooching her and hugging her close for the rest of the day.

Ana and John agreed to keep it a secret from everyone else until they found the right time for it

But John being John couldn't contain his excitment, and he may have ended up telling a few of his men. Which promptly ended with the whole county finding out that the youngest seed and his wife were expecting

His siblings were very happy with the news, though they didn't like that everyone else in the county found out before they did.

Joseph is now fully convinced that god blessing his family for all their suffering.

During the pregnancy, John continues to spoil Ana despite her telling him not to spend too much of their money on her, but rather on the baby and the project. That was ignored though.

lol Ana ended up looking like Mrs Puff in that sponegbob episode where Mr. Krabs spoiled tf out of her

John absolutely goes all out for the baby. He sticks the ultrasound pictures on the fridge, even the earliest ones where the baby still looks very teeny tiny. basically makes a big deal out of it every time

He may or may have not thrown a huge, very decorated gender reveal party for the baby (which may or may have not started a small fire and burned some poor farmers' crops. Thanks John)

Like Jacob and Jackie, they find out that they're having a boy as well.

The baby shower is even more exaggerated. There's lots of cake and decorations, and gifts, and John even films it so they could look back at it in the future with their son.

He contantly zooms in on his family members and points at them, talking about them as if he's talking to his kid

"Thats your uncle Jacob there, He could be a jackass sometimes but he means well" and jacob just gives him a "don't start" look

"This is your aunt Faith, she's nice, but not really though." Faith initially smiles at first but her smile disappears very quickly

"Your uncle Joseph here loves you so much, and he can't wait to see you. We're all excited to see you" And Joseph smiles and waves at the camera

Months pass, and the baby is here!

John demands to be with Ana when she goes into labor so he could assist and comfort her. She holds his hand pretty tight though, almost breaking it

Thankfully, the baby was surprisingly small, and the labor was less painful compared to Jackie's. Still fucking painful though.

John straight up cried when he saw and held his son for the first time. Ana was laughing, but also cried with him. So they were both looking down at the baby and crying tears of joy. Just a wholesome family moment

John is actually a very good dad. He takes care of the kid, holds him when he's fussing, plays with him, and hands him to Ana whenever he thinks he's hungry

One night she woke up to the sound of the baby crying, only to go and find John already in the baby's room, carrying him and rocking him around. Made her heart melt to say the least

John and Jacob's kids definitely play together on the weekends when they're a little bit older. And because of that Jacob and John actually get to see each other more. They definitely brought the whole family together even closer 💕

But yeah, that was too long. I got too invested lol. Thanks for the ask @scungilliwoman

#far cry 5 #john seed #jacob seed #joseph seed #faith seed #oc deputy: Jaqueline Kennedy #oc: Anastasia Kennedy

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stonertransdad · 3 years

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Life Update since I hadn't been on here in forever

The pandemic was/is wild! Lockdowns started literally around the time we were going to the fertility specialist to get her pregnant. I lost my job to COVID in March shortly before we did the procedure, but we decided there's never really a good time to have a kid. Why not during a global pandemic when one of us in unemployed? (BTW, I don't recommend having a kid during a pandemic. Not being able to go to all of the appointments and having to sit in the parking lot was brutal.)

Let's talk about May friends...it was rough. (TW for mention of suicide btw. I'll post a gif where it's safe to start again if you wanna skip over it.)

So May 1st is the anniversary of my father's suicide. It had been 4 years. I found his body and since he wasn't married, I had to handle his affairs and arrange his funeral. May 1st, 2020 my wife and I had a Zoom game night with our friends and I got drunk because everyone was drinking (except my wife because she was pregnant). After our game night at like 2am, I had a psychotic break. I threatened to kill myself numerous times. My wife tried to talk me down, but eventually called the cops to take me. I thank her for that because looking back, that was the moment I knew something needed to change. I was convinced the cops were gonna kill me because I'm a trans dude in rural West Texas. I legit took the phone out of my wife's hand, hung up on 911, and yeeted her phone across the backyard and tried to hop the fence. Eventually the cops came and talked me down. They took me to the hospital an hour away in handcuffs (for their protection I did nothing wrong). They took me to the religious hospital that I was born in. So when they looked up my info by my name and date of birth from my driver's license (I only changed my middle name) literally all my paperwork and my bracelet had my deadname and wrong gender despite all of my legal stuff saying male with my new middle name. I mentioned it to them and they didn't care. They misgendered me the entire time I was there. I had hit my head hella hard on the bath tub when my wife was trying to snap me out of it, did the hospital even check me for concussion? Nope. I had punched so many things and my hand and wrist were swollen and discolored. Did they check out my hand and wrist? Nope. I was there for over 10 hours before I was able to convince them I was okay and that it was just the alcohol. Did I mention during that 10 hours I was literally out in the hall on a gurney with no mask and this was when COVID was running rampant in Texas (the first time)? I heard people die that night. I had nothing to distract me because they took away all of my personal items and clothes. My wife picked me up and we went home and I have been sober ever since. It's not the first psychotic break I've had with alcohol in my system. Alcohol just doesn't agree with me, but I'm finding new things to replace it with.

TW has been lifted...it's safe now.

A couple of weeks after that I began teletherapy because I had been on the same mood stabilizer and anti-depressant for almost a decade. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense that I felt like it hadn't been working for at least a year. This is a reminder to check in with your doctor if you feel like your meds aren't working. You may just need a different dose or a new med. There's no shame in that. I bounced around on various medications trying to find the right combo, some side effects scarier than others, but we got there. Before this, I had been diagnosed with ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My therapist threw out my Borderline diagnosis and said it was CPTSD instead, which made sense.

Fast forward to December because my wife was pregnant, I was unemployed still, and we did absolutely fuck-all because the global panini was still raging.

Our son was born on December 3, 2020. He weighed 5lbs 9oz and scared the ever loving shit out of us. He wasn't breathing when he was born so they called NICU in ASAP. I'm freaking out because I can hear and see what's going on while my wife was asking if he was okay as they put her guts back in place to sew her up. 5 or so minutes pass and a nurse asks if I want her to take some pictures. I'm like is he okay, he still hasn't cried. She's like "oh yeah, he's chillin." This goon was being held by a nurse and was just looking around not crying or anything. Chillest baby ever (he still is btw). I held him next to my wife's head until it was time to go back to the room. Little dude did have to spend 4 nights in the NICU because he couldn't keep his sugars or temperature regulated, but he was healthy otherwise. He's now 4 months old and is starting to sit up on his own a little bit and he's OBSESSED with standing. He's still a little guy, but very healthy and growing like a weed. He saves my life daily.

So after being unemployed for over 9 months, I started a new job working in a call center. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. It gives me anxiety and throws me into panic attacks, but I had been putting out hundreds of job applications since I lost my last job and this was the first offer I got. I wasn't really in a position to turn it down since my unemployment had ran out 2 months prior. It was 2 months of training, then we'd be on our own. I got thru the training and thought I could handle it...until they started putting us on live calls with someone helping us if we got stuck. My mental health hit the lowest point it had in a few years and my wife was terrified she was going to lose me. She convinced me to quit on February 28th (not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a stubborn ass who felt guilty). My meds got tweaked a little bit more dosage wise during this mess.

Starting about mid-February, I was experiencing severe shakiness, tremors, and spasms. I've always been a shaky person and never really thought too much about it, but at some points I could barely feed myself, or get a drink, or hold my son. On March 7th, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor about the weird symptoms I was experiencing, but she was out of town and her next opening wasn't until the 31st. My body said that won't work and my wife rushed me to the ER on the 9th...I had begun having seizures that day. I had no previous history of seizures. Got to the ER and had a seizure literally as I was walking thru the door, so they rushed me straight back. They took some blood and that was literally it. No MRI. No CT. They pumped me full of Ativan and said it was just a panic attack and to go home and chill.

Spoiler Alert: It wasn't just anxiety. I was having 20+ seizures a day. On the 10th, my wife rushed me to a different hospital...the good hospital over an hour away. First we had to drop off our gremlin with my mom to make things a little easier. Yet again, I had a seizure as I walked in the door and was taken back immediately. I don't really remember much because they kept pumping me full of Ativan and morphine because I had been in excruciating pain from the number of seizures I'd had. I do remember them doing a CT pretty quickly after I got there. Then they weren't happy with the results of the CT, so they took me to get an MRI, which showed possible signs of Multiple Sclerosis (but I didn't find that out until AFTER the notes showed up in my patient portal after being home a few days, so I raised hell...more on that later.) They did a 24 hour EEG on me and it showed nothing abnormal. Also, EEG glue is a bitch on your hair and scalp. After looking at everything and given my previous mental health history, they diagnosed me with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, or PNES. It is a subset of Functional Neurologic Disorder, or FND. I couldn't walk well anymore and had to use a walker when I was discharged. I was in the hospital for 3 days.

When I had my follow-up appointment on the 23rd, I asked why the possibility of MS was never mentioned to me since it was very clearly in the notes. The doctor didn't have an explanation. He called in a referral to neurology so I could get a 2nd MRI to confirm MS and marked it as high priority. He also didn't take my pain seriously. My pain levels had been at a 5 or higher every single minute since they took me off of the morphine in the hospital. He told me to keep taking prescription strength doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol, which I had been. I let him know I had been and it didn't even take the edge off the pain. He ignored me. Leading up to this appointment, I had also added urinary incontinence to my growing list of symptoms and was forced to wear diapers so I didn't have to do laundry all the time. The doctor also took me off my ADHD meds because they were lowering my seizure threshold. He also took me off of my sleeping meds and nightmare meds for the same reason I'm assuming.

I kept my appointment on the 31st with my primary doctor because she's been my doctor for 5 years now and I knew she'd take my pain seriously. She did. She immediately wrote me prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and Tylenol 4. She also told me that my referral had been rejected by neuro. She said my case wasn't a good one for what she called a "wallet biopsy" and the doctors in neurology could be real assholes. She immediately sent the referral to other locations to get an approval. I am still waiting on that despite it being marked as high priority. She wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair because we both agreed my wheelchair was not enough for particular days.

Yesterday my wheelchair was finally ready for pickup, so my wife drove me to go get it. I'm still unable to drive due to my seizures and my tremors and twitches as it's predominantly in my legs and arms. I am an ambulatory wheelchair user now. Some days I can go short distances without my walker, some days I can't go without my walker, some days I can't even get out of bed, and some days I will be using my wheelchair. Don't judge a book by its cover, not all disabilities are visible. I have managed to keep my daily seizure count down in single digits and have even had a few seizure free days. They are still incredibly taxing on my body. I feel like I can't ever replenish my spoons fast enough to keep up with anything in my life.

So all in all, life has been chaotic. We are moving from Texas to New Mexico in the next few weeks, which should be interesting considering I can't overdo it without throwing myself into seizures. We will be closer to my mother-in-law so she can help us with our son and I can start resting a bit more on the more difficult days. Being a stay-at-home dad with an invisible illness has been one of the most challenging things I've done in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted to update my followers since it's been over a year since I posted before a few days ago.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Elliot, Just a Tech

Summary: Plagued by not having Admin rights on your work computer, you contact the IT department expecting to talk to your usual guy. However, you are greeted by someone new.

A/N: Consider this post-show

WC: 2596

Warnings: None

You looked over the icons on your desktop for the eleventh time, dragging the old version of Adobe into the trash for the tenth time, and growling with frustration as the error message appeared for what felt like the hundredth time.

Please enter an Administrator’s Username and Password.

After the great email phishing scam the month prior, the IT department had been directed to revoke all employee’s Admin rights to their computers. It wasn’t your fault your colleagues were too dumb to realize that you should not click on email that has been flagged as spam, even if it is a version of your boss’s name: Mattthew Whitman has scheduled a meeting with you at 9 pm!

As if Matthew spelled with three ts wasn’t enough to deter someone, scheduling a meeting at 9 at night should have been, not to mention the exclamation point to top it all off—no one ever enthusiastically scheduled a meeting. Ever.

Alas, no less than 13 people had opened the email, severely compromising the integrity of the network.

You needed to get rid of the old version of Adobe in order for your network’s cloud to allow the download of the updated version, so you were left with no choice but to submit a ticket to the IT department.

You and Matt, no relation to Mattthew your boss, had had several Zoom sessions since the start of the quarantine, mostly thanks to your need to actually get some work done. With so many more people on your network, the IT department was doing the best it could to make sure everyone was achieving basic functionality.

Opening a new work order, you quickly filled in your information and snapped a screen shot of the error message. In less than a minute, you had an email inviting you to a Zoom session.

“Matt’s really on it today,” you said while opening the link and waiting for him to start the session.

You had just glanced away to check your To-Do list when someone opened the Zoom session and you paused, staring at the downturned face of someone who was definitely not Matt.

“Hi,” you greeted awkwardly.

“Hi,” he answered, still not looking into the camera.

“Where’s Matt?”

The stranger looked into the camera, clearly caught off-guard.

“Uh, he’s off today.”

“So they finally unchained him from his desk—good for him!”

The stranger’s eyes widened a little in amusement, but he didn’t smile which caused your grin to quickly fade.

“Are you . . .” the stranger trailed off as he glanced at his other desktop monitor. “Y/N?”

“I am. And you are?”

“Elliot.”

“Are you the new Supervisor they were hiring for last week?”

“Nope. Just a Tech.”

“All right. Well, hi, Elliot, just a Tech. I’m in dire need of installing an update, which I cannot do because my colleagues are dumbasses.”

This time Elliot did smile, and you found yourself reaching up to fix the wild bun on the top of your head, wishing you had actually taken some time out not to look like a troll who had crawled out from under its bridge.

“I see that you can’t install Adobe’s update without administrative permission.”

“Yup. That’s my issue, I think.”

“I want to try something first,” Elliot said, concentrating on the task at hand as he looked away from the camera and to his other monitor.

“Can you locate your system preferences? You can find it by clicking on the appl-“

“Done. What do you want me to go into?”

Elliot looked back into the camera, then gave you a series of steps which you quickly followed.

“I am only semi-illiterate when it comes to technology,” you said, trying again to get him to smile and this time it worked.

Elliot adjusted his headset and lowered his eyes as he grinned. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve had to explain over the past few days.”

“Oh, I would absolutely believe them. I’ve talked three people in my department off a ledge just by explaining the magical powers of “Command + Z.”

Elliot chuckled, and the sound of his laughter filtering through the mic on his headset made you want to stay on the call as long as you could stretch it out.

“It looks like the program is not responding. I’ll need to take remote control of your desktop.”

“Have at it.”

You watched as Elliot worked, waiting for your mouse to start moving across the screen, but nothing happened.

“Uh, do you have any error messages on your end?”

“Nope.”

“Let me try one more thing,” Elliot mumbled, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

You sat quietly, letting him work, which gave you an excuse to just look at him and the more you looked at him, the more attractive you realized he was.

Elliot had a stylish haircut, although it looked like his fade had grown in quite a bit thanks to the lockdown. Tufts of straight black hair stood up on either side of his headset and you wondered if they’d be stiff or soft to the touch. His eyes were large, clearly the most enticing of the features of his face, except for his angular jaw that made you softly smile in appreciation of its masculinity. Elliot may consider himself “just a Tech,” but he was a damn good looking one.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you blurted out, forgetting all of your manners thanks to the lack of social interaction.

Elliot fumbled as he was typing and looked into the camera, his lips parted.

“Oh, lord. That came out . . . blunt. I asked because Matt’s been loving working from home. His wife just had a baby and even though he’s chained up in his home office at all hours of the day he still gets to spend time with the people he cares about. Which is what I was trying to ask you—if you were enjoying working from home.” You finished with an awkward laugh, and a barrage of mental curses to yourself.

Elliot’s lip turned up with a quirk. “My sister stops by to bring supplies, but I live alone.”

“Oh—well, that’s nice you have someone to interact with. I still see my sister, too.”

“I like this. Not having to interact with people.”

“The only downside is the verbal vomit you spew when talking to someone new because you no longer understand social protocol.”

Elliot laughed again, that same breathy little chuckle that upgraded from drawing your attention to making you shift in your chair.

“I’ve never been particularly adept at social protocol. Hence . . . just a Tech.”

You laughed and Elliot must have liked the sound because he stopped to watch you, his eyes flicking over your face through the camera.

“You need to update the Zoom app for me to take over your desktop. I don’t know why yours seems to have this glitch, but are you ready for the steps?”

You grabbed your pen and a fresh post-it. “Lay it on me, Tech.”

Elliot smirked, then listed the steps. “I’m going to close the call, but as soon as you’ve completed the steps, click on our Zoom link again.”

“Got it!”

Your eyes connected and lingered for just a moment before Elliot closed out the call.

You missed him immediately.

“Oh, Matt. If I had known Zoom calls could be like this, I’d have dumped you long ago.”

You shook your head to clear it and began to go through the steps Elliot had listed for you. You wanted to get this right to prove to him that you weren’t incompetent.

Having successfully, and quickly, completed all of the steps on your Post-it, you reinitiated the Zoom meeting.

“You’re quick.”

“I’m sure you’re much, much faster,” you said.

“I can only go as fast as the web connection, unfortunately,” Elliot replied, staring into his other monitor again.

“Let’s try this again—remember the steps to give me remote access?”

“I think so . . .” you said, trailing off as you began to click.

You paused, then your mouse began to move without you.

“Excellent job,” Elliot praised and you knew you wanted him to praise you again . . . preferably away from a computer, maybe in a bedroom—

“All right. So I need to delete, reinstall, and wait for an error message that’s been popping up making this a little harder for people to do themselves.”

You watched Elliot control your computer, and once he got to a point where the app was updating, he paused and turned back to the camera.

“About that girlfriend thing you asked me earlier. Are you seeing . . . anyone?”

“I was . . . about six months ago. By the time I was ready to get back on the horse, the plague struck.”

Elliot chuckled. “Not exactly the best time to start dating.”

“No,” you said softly laughing, too. “I agree with you, about the whole nice not seeing people thing, though. For me, it’s more about setting my own schedule. I get so much more done without constant interruptions just to chat.”

“Kinda like we are now?”

“Hey! We are waiting on a signal to go to space and come back. It’s only polite to give it some time so it doesn’t feel like it’s being watched—like a watched pot never boils kinda thing.”

Elliot smiled, his eyes meeting yours and lingering as you smiled back.

A new box popped up breaking your eye contact and Elliot went back to work.

“Fixed. You shouldn’t have to worry about the next update. We’ve been reporting this glitch regularly so the developers should have it fixed by then.”

“Thanks, Elliot. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s my job,” he said with a slight shrug.

“Well, enjoy the rest of your afternoon,” you said, wishing you had a reason to stay connected.

“Yeah.” Elliot replied, looking at you again with those hypnotic, grey-blue eyes. If they could impress you through a screen, imagine what they looked like in person. “You too.”

You smiled at each other and when neither of you closed the call, you both laughed, Elliot looking a little shy and you looking a little embarrassed.

“I’ll close it. Don’t forget to fill in your survey so big brother knows I did my job.”

“Five-star service, all the way!”

Elliot chuckled again, and you shivered this time, the sound of his voice working its way through your entire body, filling you with a pleasant warmth.

“Bye,” he said, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he ended the meeting.

When the session closed out, you began to think of ways to break your computer so you needed to talk to him again, but before you could pull a purposefully dumbass move like downloading a virus, a sticky note popped up on your desktop.

212 555 0179

Probably breaking work protocol, but text me sometime if you want.

~Elliot, just a Tech

“Oh my god!” you gasped, glancing up at your camera to make sure you really were disconnected, unable to shake that feeling like someone was watching you. You reached for your packet of stickers and placed a fresh one over the camera of your computer—better paranoid than sorry!

“Should I text him now? Is that desperate? Or is it mean to make him wait? Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, pacing around your small office space.

“Just a simple hello,” you decided. “First, gotta find my phone.”

After walking through your apartment, you found your phone in the kitchen, unsurprisingly because snacking had become your favorite hobby since the lockdown began. It was a blessing and curse to be able to eat whenever you wanted.

You took your cell back to your computer and smiled again at Elliot’s virtual Post-it note and typed in his number and contact information.

Hi, Elliot ☺️

Hi, Y/N. I hope your emoji means I didn’t creep you out

That’s what this one 😱 is for

Lol. Got it. I don’t really do the emoji thing. They kinda confuse me

Well then! Maybe that’s why we met? You know all the real techy stuff, and I know all the silly techy stuff. I can teach you to emoji like a boss 😎

Sunglasses = boss? Shades? Because bosses are shady?

🤣more like the shades mean you’re just too cool to care. Like a boss attitude. But actually 🤔that’s a really great analysis!

See? Confusing 👽

Confusing as in no one knows what’s really “out there” huh? Wow. I like your way of emojiying (new word, just go with it)

Lol really?

I do!

Can I ask you something?

Sure

Which emoji makes you think of me?

👀🦋💬🧸🧨 😰📱😃

You stared at Elliot’s text, a goofy grin on your face as you tried to puzzle out his emoji story. The eyes, okay, but the rest was sort of a mystery.

Lol! I need to do this in pieces so you can tell me if I’m right or wrong

So, you saw me and thought I was nice? Pretty? Delicate?

Lol pretty

Ok. Thanks, btw. We talked and then, oh boy, this is tough. An exploding bear? Talking to me made you feel like you were going to die? This is not good.

🤣 Poor choice of the firecracker, clearly, but take them as two separate things. What do you associate with a teddy bear?

Um, childhood . . . safety? Protection?

Close! Warm, safe. You seem like a warm, safe person to talk to.

I am grinning like an idiot right now. You are so sweet. But on to the firecracker? Wait! Like sassy? Like I have a firecracker personality?

Yes! You’re funny in a forward, witty way. I guess the “She’s a real firecracker” thing might be a bit outdated.

I LOVE IT. I gotta keep going now. This part is easy, I think. Sooo even though you felt nervous, you took a chance and left me your cell, and now you know it was a good choice because you made me happy.

Almost—when you texted, it made ME happy. Hence 😃 and I have big eyes so I used the big eye happy face.

I.am.dying. That’s the cutest thing anyone has ever done over a text in the history of the world!

Lol. Is there a dramatic emoji because I don’t think anything I’ve ever done is that great.

This WAS great. I’m serious

Do you wanna maybe have dinner over Zoom? God how lame is that?

You respect the quarantine—not lame at all. I’d love to!

They let me unchain myself around 6. I’ll send you a link at 7?

Perfect! But what are we going to order? Shouldn’t we order from the same place to make it more authentic?

Do you like Chinese?

Who doesn’t?

You looked at the location Elliot sent and laughed with the irony that it was your favorite take-out spot.

How did you know that was my favorite take-out spot?

Lucky guess 🤷🏽‍♂️

Well, lucky Elliot who is just a Tech. I’ll “see” you at 7. If we order the same dinner, I’ll consider it a sign that we are meant to take over the world together by eliminating one dumbass’s access to a computer at a time 🦸‍♀️🦸‍♂️

Lol except that would leave me out of a job

We will find you something more meaningful, I promise

Make me a list 😃

You got it! Can’t wait for 7 ☺️

Me either

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Tags: @ramimedley @clumsybookworm18 @r-ahh-mi @aboutthatmelancholystorm @alottanothing @sherlollydramoine @txmel @diasimar @hah0106 @flipper-kisses @rami-malek-trash @ramisgirl512 @dancing-disco-deacy @just-a-queen-bee @eightiesriot

Maybe a Part II?

#Elliot Alderson #elliot alderson x reader #female reader (but it is pretty ambiguous)#elliot alderson fanfic #elliot alderson imagine #fluff #for now #Rami Malek character #rami malek fanfiction

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whisker-biscuit · 4 years

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Blanket Forts

Fandom: Sonic Movie (2020)

Rating: G

Summary: Second in the one-shot collection

It was Tom’s first full day off without Maddie present since The Robotnik Incident. He called it that and not The Sonic Incident because frankly, he wouldn’t have liked the narcissistic scientist even if he hadn’t encountered the speedy teen first.

Also, calling it The Sonic Incident implied Tom had issues with him, which couldn’t be further from the truth. The hedgehog was currently keeping him company after all – something else he wasn’t used to but greatly welcomed.

They’d just finished their movie marathon of Die Hard (the first three, Tom knew quality and he was damned sure Sonic would know it too). It was still only 2 pm, Maddie wasn’t due home for another few hours, and it was getting clear that Sonic was reaching the point of having too much energy, if the way he kept fidgeting in his seat was any indication.

“That was awesome!” The teen pumped his fist in the air when the credits of Die Hard with a Vengeance rolled, almost knocking down the bowl of chip dust and popcorn kernels from his lap. “Why haven’t I ever seen these movies before?”

“Because Maddie isn’t such a fan,” Tom explained as he stood up and started picking food and trash off the couch cushions.

“What? Why not?”

“I couldn’t tell you, her answer changes every time I ask. Are you going to help me clean up?”

“Oh, right.”

Sonic darted between the kitchen and the living room, dumping bowls in the sink and food in the trash in the blink of an eye. Tom went to put the movies away and felt the presence at his side before the teen actually spoke.

“So what now? Another movie?” It was asked genuinely, but Sonic was bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands clasped behind his back.

The man eyed the display with amusement and just a little trepidation. “Uh, maybe something a little more hands-on.”

“Ooh, like a thumb-wrestling contest?”

“We’ve already established that you have a clear advantage in that game.”

“Psh, get good.”

“Don’t be a sore winner. We’ve talked about this.” Tom’s gaze drifted towards the couch. The rumpled blankets and pillows were especially prominent.

“Why don’t we….” He started, about to suggest cleaning up the living room. But then another idea hit and he found himself trying not to grin. “You wanna make a blanket fort?”

“Blanket fort?” Sonic peered at him, curious. “What’s that?”

“Oh, we are absolutely doing it now.”

Tom didn’t waste any time, heading over to the couch mess and grabbing a pillow. He tossed it to the hedgehog, who caught it easily but with clear confusion.

“I want you to go through the house and grab any blanket, pillow, and weird afghan thing you can find. Leave sheets on the bed though, those are too much of a pain to put back. I’ll grab chairs.”

“Okay?” Sonic cocked his head, obviously wanting to say something, but he just gave a quick salute and zoomed away.

The man went straight for the dining room table, hoisting up two chairs and pulling them to the couch. A blue streak rushed around him, creating a larger pile of sleeping items every time it made another loop. Soon it was just the teen waiting in the living room, watching his surrogate father finish bringing in the last of the table furniture.

“So ‘blanket forting’ is what you call redecorating? 9 out of 10 for creativity, 2 out of 10 for the phrase making no sense whatsoever.”

“It’s not redecorating, it’s – here, set that chair over there, yeah. It’s like,” he made a weird shrug with his hands, then snapped his fingers. “Oh! It’s like a cave for yourself, but with blankets and stuff.”

Sonic’s eyes lit up so much they were practically sparkling. He started zipping in a few quick circles out of sheer excitement, disappeared upstairs for a moment, then reappeared in front of the blanket pile wearing a hard hat.

“Alright Wachowski, what we have here is a big project. Unfortunately, all my guys left so you’re all I got. Think you can handle the task?”

“What on Earth is that voice you’re using.”

“Shush! No attitude! I asked if you’re up to the task!” The hedgehog puffed out his chest and crossed his arms, sticking his lower lip out like he was trying to be intimidating. It looked more like he was trying not to laugh.

Tom gave a giant put-upon sigh, then offered the posturing teen a thumbs up. Sonic couldn’t hide his excited bouncing.

“Let’s do this!”

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When Maddie unlocked the front door and entered the house, the only one to greet her was Ozzie. Unusual with Sonic’s tendency to greet either of them the instant they pulled in the driveway after work, but not unheard of.

“I’m home!” She called out, thinking maybe the boys were busy doing something that hopefully wouldn’t require her help in cleaning up. There wasn’t a direct response, but giggling and shushing emerged from the living room up ahead.

More than a little suspicious, the woman went over that way, wondering what was up. As soon as she reached the doorway, her eyes landed on a giant canopy of blankets that had somehow grown over the entire length of the living room. Maddie stopped in her tracks as her mind caught up to what exactly she was seeing.

Two quiet voices who weren’t doing a good job of being quiet filtered out from under the landscape.

“I think she’s here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I hear her breathing.”

“Sonic, that’s weird.”

Maddie let out a laugh. She approached what seemed to be the “entrance” of the fort and crouched, ruffling the blanket that hung there as a barrier.

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” Tom’s voice rang out, as did the sound of shuffling. The roof of the blanket fort bumped up a few times as he crawled his way near.

“The responsible one in this family. May I come in?”

“What’s the password?” Sonic asked right behind the entrance. He was stifling giggles.

“Hmm…. gotta go fast?” She offered.

Silence. Then, “I told you that one was too obvious, kid.”

“But it’s nostalgic!”

“Nostalgic for what?”

“The day we first met!”

“Excuse me,” Maddie ruffled the blanket again. “Not to interrupt, but I’m coming in now.”

She pushed the barrier aside and Sonic’s face met her, inches away. He was on his hands and knees, and behind him Tom was lying in an army-crawl position, too large to get much higher without hitting the blanket roof at this spot.

“Wouldn’t it be more productive to have a higher ceiling?” The woman asked as she dropped to her stomach as well, wriggling inside to join them. Tom did his best to shrug and Sonic scoffed.

“This part is low because that makes it easy to defend from outsiders. The rest of it is more awesome.”

“Uh huh. Am I an outsider?”

“No, you’re a pretzel.”

“I’ll take it. Now scoot over, I want to see the rest of the awesomeness.”

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A/N: And then they fell asleep in the fort for about an hour before Ozzie launched himself on top of everything wanting to be fed.

Thanks for reading!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2020 #sonic movie #sonic movie spoilers #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #not entirely sure how to format these one-shots together on here yet #eh I'll figure it out somehow

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bluejaywriter · 3 years

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Guess who re-listened to the entire ZSJL (all 4 hours)

Me. The answer is me.

Thoughts while listening to ZSJL the second time:

Intro/Part 1: “Should be called “The Amazons””

1. Philippus got the first line of ZSJL (“Alert the Queen!”), unless you count Clark going “URRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” fifty times, or the Amazons going “OOH-AHH! when the motherbox first goes off.

2. Bruce “Vain” trolololol you probably think this movie’s about you, don’t you, don’t you

3. I wish they did more with Lois in this movie. I was pretty happy with what they gave to Iris and Elinore and the Amazons, but Lois did seem pretty stuck in her “mourning for Superman” mode. Which, okay. But also, ehh.

4. Also I only know Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds from that one Harry Potter scene.

5. Has anyone actually counted how many times the Ancient Lamentation Music™ shows up.

6. Why does Wondy’s theme have a cooler synth in this movie than in her movie that’s literally set in the 80s.

7. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Hippolyta? I should mention it more often. She deserves good things (better things than this damn universe seems to want her to have :P).

8. I love that Menalippe is the one calling the Amazons back to their marks. That’d be Antiope’s job if she were here :(

9. Damn even the Amazons get a cool synth theme.

10. But it really is interesting that Junkie XL went with a synth instead of just a straight-up orchestral sound, or even the more tribal sound he seemed to be going for in other parts.

11. I appreciate that the Amazon fighting sounds aren’t like… you know. How most female fighting sounds are in media.

Part 2: “Artemis needs her own movie”

12. I don’t like Steppenwolf’s voice

13. God I’m so glad they got rid of all the Joss lines :P

14. You’d think after 100 years in Man’s World, Diana would have some better excuses up her sleeve e.g. “I sat inside reading a book all weekend” or “I watched a vintage TV show” like God, Diana. Do better.

15. Every time they say “quarantine” in this movie I feel things I’m not supposed to feel.

16. I still don’t get the Aquaman song when he’s taking off his shirt. It just… is a weird fit.

17. I’m glad we got an Aquaman movie before this. It… would’ve been confusing without it. Like, who’s this random long-haired dude.

18. “Dessad, Dessad, I call to thee” is how I start Zoom calls now.

19. I really like Dessad’s voice. It just… it’s nasally enough to be, oh so it’s this character. You just know who he is from the moment he speaks.

20. I dislike WonderBat very strongly but like. Ehh. I get that people like it, and it’s more canon-supported than any of my ships, that’s for sure.

21. I kind of wish we’d gotten the scene where the Amazon turns into a parademon. Or whoever it was.

22. Just listening to the movie makes me realize how grunty Darkseid is. I wish he had some language (maybe he is speaking Apokoliptian? And I’m just uneducated?).

Part 3: “Ray Fisher needs to do audiobooks”

23. I think Barry/Iris’ song is the first one I felt like the pop song really worked with the scene.

24. The football scene was the first part in the movie where I was like, okay the soundtrack is pretty good. It’s not as strong or memorable as Hans Zimmer’s on the last two Snyder DC films, but it does a reasonably good job supporting the film.

25. Ray Fisher has such a beautiful voice.

26. The whole Cyborg sequence is one of my favorite things ever. 2nd or 3rd favorite scene after the Speedforce.

27. I don’t have a lot of patience for Barry, in general. He’s less awkward than in the Josstice League, but he’s still on thin ice.

28. I feel like Arthur’s background scenes are the weakest overall. It might be because we got an entire Aquaman movie, but I also feel like I would’ve been really confused if I hadn’t seen that movie first.

Part 4: “Exposition and stuff”

29. There’s really not a lot of dialogue in this movie. Like. A LOT of things are just visual storytelling. It makes just listening to the movie interesting.

30. Okay, but did anyone else think that Martha Kent had a stronger Southern accent in her scene with Lois? Like, I know it’s someone trying to do his best impression of a Kansas farmer, but... like, sometimes in the past movies she’ll have a slight Midwestern twang, but it’s never quite Southern, and it’s throwing me off.

30. I… get that Superman is like the big deal but it really doesn’t make sense to me that the Apokoliptians never came back in the 5000ish years that Superman WASN’T active. I mean he was only Supermanning for what, less than two years? You literally have a 5000 year-old warrior on your team, I wonder how we can utilize that time frame in a way that make more sense... :P

Part 5: “But what if I don’t care about Superman”

31. I just feel like the part where they’re bringing Superman back is the most boring part lol

32. I also don’t like that Lois JUST gets back on her feet and then… Clark shows up again surprise motherfucker

33. I’m curious what the point was of Aquaman pushing against waking up the Motherbox and Bruce pushing back. Like. Does anything come from that.

34. Okay. This is 1.5 years of writing the Goddess of Death talking, but I kind of strongly dislike that they brought Clark back like this instead of doing the honorable thing and actually going to the Underworld to beg for him back. Like. The JL honestly deserved to get their assess kicked for trying to cheat Death like that. Also it would’ve been cathartic for Arthur’s “no one getting back without trading one in return” line to come into fruition with Bruce dying and then Clark getting his memories back immediately afterward when Lois appeared. Take that Batman

35. Batman, you dumb fuck, the safeword isn’t “Clark” or “This world needs you” it’s “SAVE MARTHA”

36. I’m bored.

Part 6: “The Flash scene”

37. Honestly, am I the only one who doesn’t care about Superman? He’s a side character in this movie. Give me more Cyborg scenes. He just lost his father for God’s sake. Why didn’t we get the scene of Victor figuring out how to get the plane to fly?

38. Although, I have to say when Supes shows up it’s a fun fight. Did he have to punch Steppenwolf so many times tho. It’s fucking brutal.

39. I have no complaints about anything. Forget everything I ever said. This Flash scene. God.

40. Oh good, Cyborg is back. Let’s stay with this guy for a bit. He’s neat.

41. I love that Arthur and Diana both got their dues for Steppy attacking/tormenting their respective peoples.

42. A Hall of Justice/recap scene would’ve been nice. Like we didn’t actually get to see all six of the League just sitting together (eating pie at Ma Kent’s diner) and celebrating.

43. I’m so glad the outro is Silas instead of Lois. It just feels right.

44. I actually prefer Henry Allen’s “Look at you go” line to the “His foot’s in the door” bit. Don’t tell anyone I said that

45. HI DUSTY

46. Man… I hope they don’t kill Hippolyta in a future movie (says me who’s killed Hippolyta in most of my own DC universes)

47. Why does the fake Luthor have such a Joker-esque laugh.

48. I don’t actually care about the Joker. Maybe if I did, then I would care about this scene.

49. Well that was fun.

ALM* final count: 19 appearances

*Ancient Lamentation Music

#ZSJL #gotta watch it a few more times before it leaves HBO Max #this is kind of crack #I actually might've missed one or two ALM counts because I was working at the same time #but still #And I really do like this movie a lot! I'm just having some fun with it #:P

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