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leverage-ot3 · 2 years
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leverage + screenshots of despair
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getoutofmytardis · 5 months
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ed and stede staying with izzy and buttons coming to visit 😭
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svt-hari · 21 days
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Go Together NANA TOUR EP1-2. Off to Italy
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SYNOPSIS: seventeen heads off to italy and hari has a tearful goodbye to s.coups & the other staff members
WC: 880 words
WARNING(S): N/A
NOTE: this contains spoilers to seventeen's nana tour. read at your own risk! — i also didn't want to write out the whole episode so i broke it down into smaller parts + finally got to the part 2 of episode 1 LMAO
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“Oppa, are you sure you can’t come with us,” Hari pouts as she walks besides Seungcheol as they walk towards the bus to take them to the airport.
“As much as I’d love to, you know I can’t make it that far with this.” he replies as he gestures to the crutches.
“Then I won’t go!” she huffs, eyes watering at the thought of their leader not being able to go.
“Take lots of photos for me and video call me anytime. I’ll answer, don’t worry.”
Hari nods and slowly comes to a halt as they arrive at the bus. She looks at Seungcheol and goes in for a hug who happily returns the favor.
“I’m going to buy everything that reminds me of you so that you can experience a little bit of Italy with us.” Hari mumbles, hugging him tighter.
Seungcheol laughs, “I think you’re going to have to buy another suitcase then.”
“That’s not a problem at all! And you know that.”
“Of course, Riri. Now, you better get on the bus. Or everyone will miss the plane.”
They pull away and Hari pouts at Seungcheol again. With another laugh, he turns her around and gently pushes her towards the bus.
“Jeonghan, can you take her in? I feel like she’ll stay behind with me at this rate.”
Hari lets Jeonghan take her hand and drag them away, slowly waving goodbye to him. She follows Jeonghan to get in the bus and sits next to Joshua who pats the seat next to him.
A few moments go by as the staff and CEO comes in to say their short farewells to the members.
“We’ll have lots of fun!” Seungkwan says as he waves, “I’m so happy.”
“Have a fun trip!” Seungcheol yells, smiling at the members.
Once everyone is all set, the bus starts to move and makes its way to the airport.
“Are we really going to Rome for a week?” Jeonghan asks.
“I think that’s crazy.” Soonyoung responds.
“Tell me about it,” Hari says as she looks out the window.
“Should we take a photo? We’ll have to keep memories some way or another.” Chan asks as he pulls out his phone.
“Okay everyone, thank you for joining the Nana tour.” Na PD says, as the members finish their photos and begin to clap.
“Once we get to Italy, there’ll be some pocket money for us to use. Everything is included like I’ve said before so there’s really no use for the extra money but we have it just in case. They’ll be in this bag and we just need a manager to hold onto it at all times. Who should carry it?” he asks as he takes out the bag.
“If we need a manager, then it should be Dino.” Soonyoung says.
“My parents are the managers during the meetings too…” Chan starts.
Na PD stares in confusion and Wonwoo briefly explains why Chan’s parents were being talked about. The members agree that Chan should be the manager and hands the bag to him.
Next, Na PD passes the schedule out and the members take a look at it. The group quickly saves his number as he continues to explain the schedule and what they will provide for them as they get to Italy.
“Once we get to Italy, it’ll be night time so we’ll spend the night in Rome then travel to Tuscany in the morning.”
Hari carefully looks through the itinerary and nods as she’s amazed by how well they’ve planned their trip to Italy.
“And when we head back to the hotel at the end of the trip, Pledis staff members will have your luggage and you’ll be off to film your music video.”
“I don’t want to go!” Hari shouts, giggling as Joshua nudges her playfully.
“Y’know, if you look at the fourth day, after we go back to our dorm and have dinner, there’s a “talent show” right after. I think it’s going to be fun to show off our talents. It was so much fun when we did it in elementary and middle school.” Chan brings up, pointing to the paper.
As the members continued to talk amongst themselves, they arrived at the airport in no time. They immediately get off and head through the doors to get through security and go to their gate.
The group flies back to Incheon and waits for their layover to Rome. Right before they head onto the plane, Mingyu notices that his passport was missing fifteen minutes before takeoff.
“Can everyone double check with your stuff? Maybe one of us accidentally grabbed it.” Hari says as she looks through her stuff.
“The culprit is Dokyeom!”
“What did he do?” Jeonghan asks, laughing but not surprised at this.
“He took both of them thinking it was one.” a PD replied.
Hari lets out a sigh of relief and takes a seat back down in her chair. Throughout the plane ride, she sleeps through lunch and is woken up by Wonwoo who gently asks if she wanted to eat. Nodding, she gets up for dinner and eats with the other members. When she was done, Hari looks for a movie and watches it for the rest of the plane ride until they land.
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plutoccult · 2 months
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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE SEVEN: VALENTINE’S DAY
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pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader
description: it’s valentine’s day at the office, and you hope for it to be one you’ll never forget. however, everyone seems to be having a better holiday than you.
word count: 4.9k
also available to read on my ao3 here
author’s note: tis the valentine’s episode! plus, it’s episode seven of this au, which is also my favorite number. i wanted to make sure i had this out in time for valentine’s day, so i was really cranking out episodes like a madman. sorry for the content overload! i’ve been looking forward to writing this episode for awhile, and i really wanted to make something cute rather than something absolutely soul crushing (lmao BOOZE CRUISE), so i hope you enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it. happy early valentine’s, everyone! <3
tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @darthferbert @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa @milkteeboba @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld
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as weird as it sounded, you loved spending valentine’s day at the office. it felt like elementary school where you’d share little treats with your classmates. you were notorious for bringing in a box of valentine’s themed candy back in the day, and you lived up to that reputation even now. this year, it was valentine’s fun dip, your favorite.
you’ve spent valentine’s day as an engaged woman for quite a few years now, but you felt this year would be different now that you were less than four months away from your wedding. however, you and ryo promised each other not to go too crazy when it came to gifts. you were trying to save up as much money as possible before your big day. still, you hoped he would put in some effort.
you watched a delivery man enter the office with a big bouquet of red roses. could they be for you? you sure hoped so. you had never received such a bouquet like this before.
the delivery man placed the bouquet on top of your desk. you stand up and read the envelope that came with the bouquet to see who it’s for—hoping it’s for you—but alas, it’s for someone else.
“yachi.” you sigh. it shouldn’t be a surprise, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of disappointment. still, you had all day to get a gift. you just had to be patient, although that will be a difficult task for you. you don’t even know how you’ve been so patient just for a simple wedding date.
yachi stood from her desk to receive her roses, practically skipping over as she was filled with joy. you look over to see a smile on yamaguchi’s face as he watched her pick up the bouquet, and you could immediately assume they were from him.
“wow, yachi. that bouquet is bigger than your head.” hinata said in amazement.
“i know!” yachi exclaimed. “quick, grab the card and read it out for me.”
“okay…” hinata obeyed, plucking the envelope out of the array of roses and opening up the card. he quickly read it over in his head before reading it out loud. “happy valentine’s day, buttercup. love, yamaguchi.”
“aw, yams!” she cooed. yamaguchi’s cheeks quickly turned pink. “you’re the sweetest.”
you groan as yachi ran over to yamaguchi and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to her desk. they were adorable, you’d give them that, but man. you were already growing impatient.
“hey, y/n. why the sour face?” ukai asked you as he walked up to your desk. were you giving away your bitterness just by the look on your face? no, maybe you just had RSF or something. resting sour face is a thing, right?
“what?” you jump and place your hand over your heart. you really hoped no one else noticed anything off with you. “nothing, nothing. i’m fine.”
“well, i’m heading to tokyo for that meeting soon.” ukai said. right, the meeting. you remembered informing him a couple weeks ago about a meeting in tokyo with other branch managers and the new CFO of the company. you sure hoped he wouldn’t mess it all up. “want any touristy merch? keychain? t-shirt you’ll never let see the light of day?”
“no, i’m good.” you reply. what you really wanted was for ryo to blow you away with a valentine’s gift already.
“ugh, lame.” ukai rolled his eyes. “you want anything, tsukki? i bet they have weird dinosaur crap or something.”
“i’d prefer it if you didn’t do anything stupid in front of the new CFO.” tsukishima said. you were sure everyone was hoping for that.
“what? of course i’m not gonna do anything stupid.” ukai scoffed. “what do you think i am, an idiot?”
“yes, yes i do.” tsukishima deadpanned.
“well, no dinosaur crap for you.” ukai huffed like a child. “tanaka, you’re in charge.”
oh god, this was a match made in hell. why ukai decided to make a decision so randomly like that, you didn’t know, but he could’ve picked anyone else in the office and no one would’ve had a problem with it.
“woah, why him? why not me or suga?” daichi protested. “i’ve proven to be a good leader! i won you that stupid volleyball match with the warehouse guys! suga even took a volleyball to the face thanks to y/n’s fiancé!”
“woah, let’s not drag me into this—” suga began to say. he didn’t want to have to think about that again, nor did he want any extra responsibilities today. suga just wanted a relaxing day.
funny enough, ukai almost forgot about that happening. it felt so long ago, but it only happened in the fall. maybe he should reconsider his choices. “oh yeah… i change my mind. daichi, you’re in charge now.”
“god dammit!” tanaka whined. at least he had his fifteen seconds of glory.
“see ya, bozos!” ukai cackled on his way out.
as soon as the door shut behind him, you all let out a sigh of relief. maybe today wouldn’t so bad without ukai around.
•••
“i’m pretty glad ukai’s not here, actually.” suga confessed without hesitation. you sat next to him, hurriedly nodding in agreement.
“we were all thinking it.” you add on to suga’s statement.
“yeah, i don’t have to worry about him on my back over my love life on a day all about love.” he chuckled. maybe he shouldn’t have said that out loud, but ukai’s absence was a massive relief and breath of fresh air.
“why would he be on your back?” you furrow your eyebrows.
crap. “oh, you know… he’s ukai. he’s always on our backs.”
“yeah, you’re right.” you shrug.
suga was thankful you brushed off any suspicions. that was definitely a close one, especially given recent events.
•••
everyone went on with their day as normal, although some found it odd they weren’t being bombarded or borderline harassed by ukai for once. was it opposite day? no, it was valentine’s day. a weird one, it seemed.
after grabbing a cup of coffee, tanaka returned to his desk. a mysterious package sat next to his keyboard, which wasn’t there before. he looked at the plain, suspicious box in confusion, tilting his head as he tried making sense of it all.
“suga, what’s this?” tanaka questioned, hoping suga would have an answer.
“i don’t know.” he shrugged, which wasn’t the answer tanaka wanted to hear. “it’s yours, not mine.”
“but who put it here?” tanaka asked.
“it was already there when i sat down. just open it and see what’s up.” suga said.
“fine…” tanaka groaned before he reached for scissors and fumbled with opening the box. it took a minute, but he managed to get the job done. inside the box was a card, underneath an unknown item covered in tissue paper. who knows what it could possibly be?
“happy valentine’s day. love, your secret admirer—” tanaka’s jaw dropped to the floor. “holy F*CK! a secret admirer?!”
“i’m not even gonna scold you on censoring yourself.” suga rolled his eyes. he’s had his fair share of dropping bombs on camera too, he surely wasn’t innocent either.
“my word… now i gotta see what’s inside.” tanaka ripped away the tissue paper and picked up a bobble head that resembled him. he instantly loved it upon first sight, but if only tanaka knew who gifted it to him. “it's me… i'm the bobble head. nice!”
from afar, a soft grin crept up on kiyoko’s face, which went unnoticed by everyone in the office. could it be?
•••
“someone in this office has the hots for me and all i know is that it better not be tsukishima.” tanaka said as he stared down the camera. “i mean, i get it, i’m a catch! but why be anonymous with your love? secret admirer, show yourself!”
it was hilarious how tanaka was blind to the only true possibility to the identity of his secret admirer, but the documentary crew would let him take the time to figure it out while filming some television gold in the process.
•••
rather than doing work, nishinoya decided to use his time at the office to make plans for later. asahi was in on nishinoya’s plans, only because he begged him to, allowing his much smaller coworker to do all the talking, starting with suga and tanaka.
“hey, suga.” nishinoya leaned against suga’s desk. “you doin’ anything for valentine’s day?”
suga almost wanted to laugh maniacally. of course, he wasn’t doing anything today. he was pathetically single and had no eyes for other women. saeko was nice, but she was only friend material in suga’s eyes. at least he gained a friend out of that mess from the booze cruise, but tonight? suga planned to be all alone.
“heh, no.” he forced a subtle laugh, holding back on making a mockery out of his pathetic love life. “definitely not.”
“well, me and asahi are going on a bar crawl later. you’re definitely welcome to join.” nishinoya said.
a bar crawl? it didn’t sound like a terrible idea, but suga was worried about who would be attending. “i sure hope hinata isn’t invited. dude cannot handle his alcohol.”
“yeah, i bet kageyama will put a stop to that.” nishinoya chuckled. he didn’t even want to attempt to invite them, really. “so, you in?”
“um…” suga looked over at you. you’re oblivious to his stare as you’re on the phone with someone. of course he stood no chance, so suga quickly looked away to answer nishinoya. “yeah, i’m in.”
“sick! i’ll text you the details.” nishinoya replied. “tanaka, you know you’re always welcome.”
“i don’t know, noya. i might be occupied with a special someone tonight.” tanaka said as he leaned back against his chair, his arms behind his head. totally not for the purpose of showing off his biceps.
“oh, really? with who?” nishinoya questioned.
“oh, boy…” suga groaned. the poor guy had been dealing with tanaka over the moon thanks to this whole secret admirer thing all day so far. if there were a drinking game to take a shot every time tanaka mentioned his secret admirer, suga would be dead by alcohol poisoning already.
“my secret admirer.” tanaka smirked. if only suga had a shot to down right now.
“yeah, okay.” nishinoya scoffed, walking away from what has now become a foolish conversation.
tanaka stood from his desk defiantly, slamming his hands down as he yelled at nishinoya. “my secret admirer is real and i’m going to figure out who it is by the end of the day!”
everyone looked up to watch tanaka’s random outburst, rolling their eyes before getting back to work. suga snickered as a result, receiving a glare from tanaka. as if that guy ever scared him anyway.
nishinoya walked over to kiyoko next, the sound of her name escaping his mouth catching the attention of tanaka. “hey, kiyoko. you doing anything later?”
“um, actually i might have other plans…” she replied timidly.
“okay, that’s cool. have fun.” he said, finding nothing about her response to be suspicious. she was a pretty girl, why wouldn’t she have plans?
however, a light bulb lit up above tanaka’s head. could it really be the woman of his dreams who sent him the mystery package? nah, tanaka figured he was just reaching for the stars. there was just no way.
moments later, a different delivery man walked in with an arrangement of various flowers. just what you needed to see again. it was easy to figure out who they were for, and the card had proven your guess right.
“yachi, guess what?” you call out for her, hiding your jealousy.
“again?” yachi questioned, her puzzled face turning into an overjoyed one upon seeing a new bouquet just for her. “aw, yams, you didn’t have to!”
“rub it our faces, why don’t ya…” you grumble to yourself as yachi took her flowers back to her desk. did she really need another?
•••
“i’m okay! i’m okay, i swear.” you say, your eye twitching as you lie your ass off. “i’m totally not jealous about yachi getting two bouquets already and we’re only halfway through the day.”
“um, i think—”
“i’ll take just a single rose! i don’t care! something! anything!” you exclaim. you had truly gone mad, and the crew was better off leaving you be with your madness.
•••
later, tanaka found kiyoko in the break room making a cup of coffee. he didn’t even want coffee, he just wanted to do some investigating. tanaka just had to know if there was any chance of his dream girl harboring at least a little crush on him. he’d take anything at this point.
“hello, kiyoko.” he said. did that come off creepy? tanaka instantly regretted the delivery of his greeting, that’s for sure.
“hi, tanaka.” kiyoko replied. “i’ll be done in a second.”
“no, no. take your time.” tanaka insisted.
he watched intently as kiyoko made her coffee, grabbing vanilla flavored creamer—her favorite—from the fridge. tanaka always knew she poured it for exactly four seconds before putting in only one sugar packet. as kiyoko always said, the creamer was sweet enough.
“did you hear?” tanaka spoke up. kiyoko looked over to him to see what he had to say. she seemed to be as cool as a cucumber. “i got the best valentine’s day present ever and i don’t even know who it’s from.”
“yeah, we all heard you screaming about a secret admirer.” she giggled. “i’m glad you enjoyed your gift though.”
“oh, i did. i sure did.” tanaka replied with smirk. “did you get anything for valentine’s day?”
“just some candy.” kiyoko said. “y/n saved a blue fun dip specifically for me.”
damn, tanaka got stuck with red. but that wasn’t the point. he had to press the current matter further. “nothing special?”
“nope, i don’t usually get anything big for valentine’s day.” she shrugged.
“maybe this year will be different.” tanaka said, trying his best to come off a little flirty, but in a cool way. he wanted to be the man for her so bad.
“well, i sure hope it is.” kiyoko smiled, tanaka instantly blushing.
tanaka stood as kiyoko left the room with her mug. he didn’t really get any clues from that conversation, but it was worth it anyway because he at least he got to talk to her.
when he returned to his desk a minute later, a note appeared on his desk, just as mysterious as his gift from earlier. “suga? you know anything about this?”
“nope.” suga replied.
“typical.” tanaka scoffed as he picked up the note and read it aloud. “meet me in front of the warehouse at 5:30…”
woah. now things were really getting spicy in here. it was truly tanaka’s lucky day.
while tanaka tried analyzing the handwriting of the note over and over, a sudden commotion in the form of a delivery man struggling through the door with an oversized teddy bear on his back ruined tanaka’s concentration.
“god damn!” he exclaimed. tanaka definitely took the words right out of everyone’s mouths, yours included.
“yachi… hitoka.” the delivery man said out of breath, letting the teddy bear flop to the ground.
“uh… yachi?” you say to catch her attention. it shouldn’t even be a shock at this point. maybe you should blame tsukishima for forcing yamaguchi and yachi to confess their mutual crushes on each other months ago. all that teasing wasn’t enough, apparently.
“what—” yachi turned around. she immediately rushed out of her chair and leaped into the arms of the giant stuffed animal. “oh my god, i love it!”
you gently hit your head against the keyboard. no one seemed to notice your misery.
•••
“i officially give up on valentine’s day.” you let out a loud groan. the crew wondered if the sounds of your agony could be heard from the conference room. unfortunately, it did.
•••
the work day went back to normal, although yachi’s desk was littered with oversized gifts now. daichi couldn’t even see her face behind her computer screen anymore as her desk was crowded with bouquets and cards from yamaguchi. he truly outdid himself, even you couldn’t deny that. your jealousy still lingered, but at least yachi was happy.
without ukai around, you were glad to have a conversation with suga without the two of you being bothered. as he ate the fun dip you gave him earlier—only your most favorite people got the blue flavor—you recall a story from your junior high days.
“this kid gives him the twenty bucks and he actually snorts the pixy stix powder.” you say, detailing the end of your story.
“god, his poor nose…” suga cringed, although an idea popped into his mind. “hm, i wonder if i could snort this fun dip.”
“oh god, don’t!” you beg, grabbing his hand so he couldn’t do anything stupid. suga practically felt his heart jump out of his chest from the sudden contact, even if you didn’t seem to think anything of it. “i can’t lose you to silly candy.”
“it’s yummy though.” he grinned, swiftly moving on from the touch of your fingers grazing against his own, no matter how much he didn’t want to.
“yeah, on your tongue, not up your nose, dummy.” you scold him.
the two of you burst into laughter, the laugh fest interrupted by tanaka walking up to your desk. it seemed quite serious given his demeanor. “y/n. hi, how ya doing?”
“oh, hey—”
“good.” he cut you off. how rude. “listen, uh, may i speak with you... privately?”
“i’m kinda in the middle of a conversation…” you say, looking over to suga.
“y/n.” tanaka stared you down. he always did this when he was trying to get something he wanted. you knew him long enough to recognize the look.
“don’t give me that look, tanaka.” you cross your arms. “you don’t hold authority over me.”
“y/n, please just...” tanaka tilted his head, motioning for you to speak to him in another room. he really seemed desperate.
“do i have to?” you whine.
“love is on the line, dammit!” he yelled out, mayhaps a little too loud, but now you had no choice but to oblige.
“okay, okay!” you stand up from your chair. “let’s go then. sorry, suga.”
suga insisted it was no problem, but you still felt a little bad for cutting off your conversation like this. you and tanaka then walk out of the office and head into an empty hallway. if this was over nothing that important, you were going to be pissed.
“what is it that’s so urgent?” you ask tanaka.
“you’re a girl.” he said plainly. what a great start.
“well, unless my whole life has been a lie—”
“y/n. please.” tanaka interrupted, a pleading look in his eyes.
“sorry.” you say quietly.
“do you… recognize this handwriting at all?” he asked, taking out a card and folded note from his pocket. “it’s from my secret admirer.”
so that’s what this was about. you weren’t sure what tanaka wanted your help for so bad, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and help him. “i guess i can take a look.”
tanaka handed you the notes and you inspect them carefully. it didn’t take you that long to figure out whose handwriting this belonged to. for you, it was clear as day.
“tanaka?”
“yeah?”
without saying another word, you smack him across the face, the sound of the slap echoing throughout the hallway. did your coworkers managed to hear that from inside the office? you sure hoped so. it was so satisfying, and the crew ate up the drama. this was peak television right here.
“what the heck was that for?!” tanaka yelled as his face now stung like hell. “i oughta file a complaint!”
“you’re such an idiot! it’s so obvious who wrote these!” you yelled back, forcing the notes back into his hands.
“well, who?!” he asked.
you purse your lips and cross your arms. you were going to play the petty game. “i’m not saying.”
“please, i’m begging!” tanaka exclaimed. “don’t make me get on my knees.”
“actually, i’d love to see that.” you say. if anyone was going to threaten you with a good time, then you’d accept it happily.
tanaka did exactly as he said he would, getting down on his knees as he gripped the sleeves of your sweater. this instantly made up for the shitty day you’ve had so far.
“y/n, please tell me whose handwriting this belongs to.” he begged.
his desperation was almost adorable. you knew who he wanted to be the person behind everything today. while you didn’t want to totally give away the surprise, you would be glad to give a hint and hope tanaka figured it out in enough time.
“all i’ll say is you better buy this person a lot of tenmusu later.” you tell him, hoping that served as a suitable clue.
“tenmusu…” tanaka tried thinking, but couldn’t come up with anything. “who the heck likes tenmusu?!”
“you know.” you smirk as you walk away. at least you could help someone else be happy today.
you walk back into the office by yourself. suga, now sitting at his desk, looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “what was that about?”
you eye tanaka as he walked back in, rubbing over your handprint on his cheek. you look over to kiyoko who doesn’t notice you’re looking at her nor that you’re aware of her secret identity.
“i’m cupid, biyotch.”
•••
it took tanaka five minutes to figure out who in this office likes tenmusu. he felt like he was on cloud nine if your hint was actually for real.
“could it… could it really be?” he questioned, almost in a love-filled daze. “if it’s really who i think it is, then i hope this dream never ends.”
•••
just what you needed to see, another delivery man. at least it wasn’t anything lavish this time, nor was it for yachi. it was merely a potted plant and a simple card. you would be glad to sign for the delivery man.
you walk over to kiyoko, yamaguchi, and tsukishima’s desks and place the plant in front of tsukishima, the receiver of said plant. “tsukki, it’s for you.”
“please don’t let it be from my mom…” he opened up the card. yeah, it was from his mom. “dammit.”
“haha, lonely, lonely tsukki once again.” yamaguchi laughed at him.
“shut up.” tsukishima rolled his eyes. “you’ve been around me too much, yamaguchi…”
“just be glad you got something today.” you say to him before heading back to your desk. when you return, ryo walked in. hopefully, he finally has the gift you’ve been waiting for all day.
“hey, babe.” he said as he leaned against your desk, watching as you sat down. “you almost ready to go? i’m gonna get the car warmed up.”
you look around. everything was filed in the right places, there weren’t any emails, and nobody was calling. there was nothing else for you to do, but you sure were bummed to have wasted your whole day mindlessly doing office work without any joy or pep in your step. “i guess, yeah.”
“what's wrong?” ryo asked, noticing you looked quite down. you know it’s bad if even he notices.
“nothing, it's just that i had to sit here all day while yachi got like an entire hallmark store delivered to her.” you say, letting out your frustrations. ryo wasn’t exactly the best person to go to when it came to your problems, but you hoped he’d just listen.
“what, are you mad at me or something?” he questioned. that wasn’t the point. he never understood the point.
“well, no—”
“then what’s the problem, y/n? i can’t read minds, ya know.” ryo scoffed.
there was no point in telling him what was wrong. he would never understand. could you really be chained to him for life like your families expected of you?
“nothing. it’s nothing.” all you could do is just bite your tongue. you’ve done it so much that it doesn’t even sting anymore.
“well, valentine's day isn't over, babe.” ryo said, trying to cheer you up, but miserably failing. “let’s get you home so i can light a candle and toss some rose petals on the bed or something.”
god. anything but that.
“i just have some things to finish up before i leave.” you lie to him. you just wanted a breather before the dreaded ride home, really.
“yeah, of course.” he replied.
once ryo left, you watch as everyone packed up for the day. tanaka seemed to be stalling his exit in hopes of catching his secret admirer earlier than the planned meetup time, but had no luck. you really wished for the best in his quest for love, especially when the one he wanted for so long.
“happy valentine’s day, y/n.” suga said on his way out.
“yeah, happy valentine’s day.” you reply. suga wouldn’t let you down like this, right? if only things were different. curse the expectations that rest as boulders on your back.
“goodnight, y/n.” yachi said as she and yamaguchi carried out her gifts together. lugging that massive teddy bear seemed to be the biggest struggle of all. at the very least, you didn’t have to deal with that monstrosity.
“night, you two…”
even if your valentine’s day wasn’t what you thought it would be, you hoped someone else—no matter who that may be—had a good day.
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(bonus scene)
tanaka waited outside the warehouse, his patience is wavering as it neared the meetup time. he had been dying for this all day, and it felt like time was going slower just for the sake of torturing him.
was this stupid? waiting around here like this? tanaka felt like a total idiot, that’s for sure. part of him almost thought this was one big prank, an insanely cruel one. if it was, then some ass kicking would definitely be in order.
just as tanaka was ready to say “screw it” and leave, his secret admirer finally appeared, the moment he had been waiting for all day. “tanaka.”
you weren’t playing around with your hint, it was kiyoko. come tomorrow, tanaka would give you the biggest hug in the whole world.
“kiyoko? it… it’s you?” he said breathlessly. “you’re my secret admirer?”
“mhm.” kiyoko shyly nodded.
tanaka still felt like he was dreaming. just the possibility felt like one, but knowing now that it truly was real, it was greater than the thought of pigs flying or finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
“why the anonymity?” he asked her. “you know i’d love anything as long as it’s from you. i mean, i asked you to marry me on my first day here, for christ’s sake.”
tanaka almost let out a laugh looking back at the memory of his first day. when he found out kiyoko would be showing him around the office, the words “marry me” slipped out of his mouth upon her introduction, almost like it came naturally. she didn’t seem phased one bit, simply saying “no” and moving on with the office tour as if nothing happened. kiyoko never once made fun of him for it, even if she had every opportunity to.
“i know. it seems so silly, but i just…” kiyoko paused. “i get shy with this kind of thing.”
“what do you mean?” tanaka asked. the moment of truth, he figured.
“i, uh…” instead of saying anything else, kiyoko gripped the collar of tanaka’s shirt and smashed her lips against his. it didn’t take long for him to reciprocate, immediately meshing against her lips. he felt like he was floating, but if anyone were to keep tanaka on the ground, it would always be kiyoko.
when she pulled away, tanaka immediately fell backwards, a loud smack against the pavement. that had to have hurt, but he truly couldn’t feel any pain after such a movie-like kiss.
“tanaka!” kiyoko gasped as she kneeled down to inspect him for any injuries. “are you okay?!”
“never felt better.” tanaka said, a dopey smile on his face. he truly was adorable in her eyes.
kiyoko softly grinned before helping tanaka back to his feet. the touch of her hand holding his finally allowed him to let the reality of the situation sink in; kiyoko actually liked him. no prank, no sick joke, all real. he couldn’t even fathom what he did to deserve such happiness.
“if it wasn’t obvious… i really like you, tanaka.” she said, any nerves she had throughout the day now faded away. “i’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up.”
“i’m just glad you made it.” he replied, tears forming in his eyes, all from pure joy.
tanaka leaned in to kiss kiyoko, finding solace with his arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. they kissed again, and again, and again, all without a care in the world. if tanaka could stay like this forever, he would. it felt safer this way.
“you wanna get some tenmusu?” tanaka asked as he pulled away.
“that’s my favorite.” kiyoko replied. “how’d you know?”
“a little birdie told me.” he shrugged, that birdie being you.
for tanaka, this was the best valentine’s day of his entire life. plus, nishinoya was certainly going to lose his mind when he found out about this. there’s truly nothing better than the girl he loved from the start finally feeling the same way.
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burst-of-iridescent · 6 months
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at the moment, 5.7k people are following the kataang tag, not 2.9k, as you said, why would you lie? in addition, even on Tumblr (which remained almost the last popular zk place among all fan platforms), Zukka is ahead of Zutara in popularity, and a lot of talented and popular creators of fan art and fan fiction are now concentrated in the Zukka and Maiko fandom. It is fundamentally a mistake to focus on the popularity of the ship, because shipping should be for personal pleasure, but this only shows that most people are ATLA fans (namely fans, not casual viewers) they actively love ATLA and did not see zutara in the canon. In addition, can you give evidence of your words that «almost all of the main cast and most of the writers» love zutara? From the cast, only Dante actively confessed his love for zutara, but he also spoke about his love for zukka, Mae Whitman not against Zutara and joked about it, but she also said in podcast that she also loves kataang, the rest of the actors did not speak at all about their preferences in shipping (except Grey DeLisle who prefers zucest).
none of the screenwriters has ever confessed his love for Zutara, on the contrary, Ehasz has said several times that he loves Maiko, he also wrote almost all the most significant maiko and kataang episodes. The only one of the 13 main writers of ATLA who spoke about sympathy for Zutara is John O'Bryan. Zutara never featured in any of the original scripts, and in ATLA's "bible," the only love triangle that was originally planned was Aang-Katara-Toph (who was a boy in the original script). In a recent interview, Ehaz also answered the question of how he feels about zutara vs kataang, that he, as a professional screenwriter, "follows his characters" and their final canonical choice of love interest is the choice of the character himself, not the writers.
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i wrote 2.9k the first time around by mistake. the original post has since been amended to reflect the actual numbers of the kat.aang tag, though frankly the disparity between the two tags is still so large that i don’t even think it matters. anyway, my bad. thanks for letting me know.
many cast members and former writers on the official atla podcast, braving the elements, have talked about shipping zutara — including, but not limited to, dante basco, jack de sena, michaela murphy, joshua hamilton, and john o’bryan. grey delisle, mae whitman & greg baldwin have also spoken about being zutara shippers. i’m not sure why them liking or showing support for other ships somehow means they don’t ship zutara, because people don’t need to ship only a single couple to prove they’re “real” shippers lmao. i like azutara, sukitara, ty luko & even book 1 kat.aang myself; that doesn’t make me any less of a zutara shipper.
i’m also not sure why you expect me to do the work of providing evidence for you when, given the fact that you’re here, i’m certain you have just as much access to google as i do. this information is freely available online. feel free to fact check me.
and let me say this again, in case it was not clear enough: i truly do not care about zutara’s popularity. even if none of the cast and writers shipped it, even if the tag only had 10 people, even if every single wonderfully talented writer & artist & AMV editor & GIF maker in this fandom left, i would still ship it. because it’s a better story, because it is more thematically and narratively cohesive, and because it makes me happy.
and if you disagree with that, that’s fine by me. but somehow trying to “prove” to me that zutara is unpopular and no one likes it is not only a) factually false it’s also b) not going to do a damn thing to change my mind lmao. the opinions of other people have never been a reason for me to ship zutara, and they never will be.
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TBB SEASON 3 SPOILERS
HEADS UP- I WILL BE TAGGING EACH OF MY EPISODE REVIEW THINGS WITH “tbb s3 spoilers”, AND OTHER SPOILER TAGS, PLEASE BLOCK THESE TAGS SO U DONT GET SPOILED!!!
AHHHHH OMEGA MY BABY. She has a pony tail stoppp my child is all grown up I will cry. Ok but she ate the new hairstyle she is slaying.
ERGH SHE HAS BEEN THERE 150 DAYS. Sick and twisted. She contrasts SO heavily with the whole sterile, orderly environment, it’s literally heartbreaking to watch. Forced into this mindless routine, her hopeful attitude constantly being beaten down on?? HURTING. GET HER OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE.
GOD seeing Crosshair look so broken BROKE ME. His shaking hands??? They took away the ONE thing he still had- his superior sniping skills, his steady hand. They took that AWAY from him. FUCKED UP. THEY TORE HIM DOWN. I can’t I’m so sad.
DADDY’S HOMEEEJWJWISNWIANQOQOQB (Hunter was on screen for the first time this season) (He is SO FINE)(MY HUSBAND HAS RETURNED FROM HIS HIATUS IN A TRAUMATIZED STATE BUT NONETHELESS HAS RETURNED TO GRACE MY SCREEN AND BE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE)
I had a horrible sense of dread overtake my body when he said something like “our mission isn’t over yet”… like idk I felt so ILL. PAIN. WHY do I have the feeling my man isn’t going to make it SHUT UP.
ALSO HIM MAKING RECKLESS DECISIONS???? The kidnapping of his daughter and the death of his brother have done a NUMBER on this man.
WRECKER my cutie patootie!! Yk it’s bad when Wrecker starts to become a voice of reason (which, Hunter in his desperate mindset, promptly ignores 😭)
HAHBANQKNSJQQKO CROSSHAIR IS SO FUNNY DURING HIS ESCAPE WITH OMEGA- literal snark fest
Need Omega bullying a mouse droid on repeat.
Stop mouse droid bullying 😭
OOOO NALA SE’S WARNING TO OMEGA TO LEAVE?? I’m scared. And Omega ate it up tho. She said “say less lmao I’m gone ✌️”.
Did palpy not feel a disturbance into the force. Was bro so into the “project Necromancer deets” he couldn’t tell his vessel was peacing out. Common Palpy L.
RUN OMEGA TAKE YOUR SARCASTIC BROTHER WITH U
JUST A GIRL AND HER DOG AND HER GRUMPY BROTHER EHEHEHEHE
OUGAHHH OK OK IM BOUNCING AROUND EPISODES HERE BUT STAY WITH ME
WHEN CROSSHAIR SAID “forget the hound, Omega.”, it lowkey felt like he was talking about himself. He was telling her to forget him, he was a broken animal, with no point in nurturing back to health. She needs to give up on him if she wants to move forward. BUT SHE DIDNT BECAUSE MAMA DIDNT RAISE NO UNLOYAL LOSER. NO. OMEGA IS THE REALEST ONEEEEE.
EMERIE you confuse me. I hate u yet am intrigued by u. Looking forward to her character development ahhhh.
HUNTER MY POOKIE BEAR BACK TO HIM BC that man was doing FLIPS chopping off the eldritch horror vines. They snatched his brother and he said “hell naw hoe let go of my BRO” and just. Went to town. Me when Hunter exists 🎉🎉🎉🎉
OH OU OH IHHIWHAIANQO ALSO THE MYSTERY GUY IN THE GREEN TACTICAL ARMOR?? IS THE ONE DOING THE “TORTURE” OR WHATEVER TO CROSSHAIR AND THAT GROUP OF CLONES??? If that’s really tech I’m gonna scream. You’re telling me he’s torturing his own brother. Tech would never even THINK about doing shit like that the man just wants to read nerdy newspapers. Desecration of the nerd lifestyle. OK I REALLY HOPE ITS HIM. LIKE I REALLY DO. OOO PLEASE I WILL CRY. WHY ELSE WOULD THEY SHOW THIS MYSTERY CLONE. NO NEED. IT HAS TO BE BROWN EYES (delusion).
OK I AM SO TIRED MY HEAD HURTS MY LIFE IS CHANGING Jesse we need to cook (I need to make tbb art) BUT I AM GOING TO BED FIRST
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To answer your Byler question: it’s about the slow burn of it all and about the audience that the story will reach. I don’t really know what you mean by “with gay rep the way it is now” because the state of gay rep rn is just two characters getting together after a few episodes of no buildup. Regardless of Will and Mike being white (which I’m going to assume is what you’re getting at), there are very few modern gay stories out there that spend this long on a slow build and the careful construction of a seasons-long sexuality arc. That is what would make Byler so unique if it ever becomes canon, compounded by the fact that ST is the most mainstream of mainstream shows. This isn’t Heartstopper or Schitt’s Creek or another gay show whose audience is limited because it’s targeted specifically to gay people — Everyone and their mother watches it, and that means that everyone will end up witnessing Byler’s story if it happens. That is what would make this special and groundbreaking. 
Of course, no one should be dismissing the importance of Robin as a character on her own, and lesbophobes claiming that Robin and Vickie mean nothing is unfair, but your point about it being the other way around (aka Byler meaning nothing Vickie and Robin as a couple) doesn’t make any sense, as Rovickie has had barely had 5 minutes of screen time together compared to the way Byler has been built up since S1. Even Robin and Nancy got more screen time than them, hence Rovickie’s complete lack of popularity. Stranger Things had the opportunity to make Vickie important in s4 and chose not to do it. It’s no different than any other show, where as you said, the wlw couple is just in the background. It’s nice that ST included a love interest for Robin, but it would have been more meaningful if she was actually a character in her own right. 
(And Robin and Vickie are also white, btw.) 
okay.
first, i would like you to watch more gay shows, because from the sounds of it you are not very well versed. but that’s okay!
second, i mentioned will and mike are white because while there are a lot of white mlm ships around nowadays, that number obviously drops with gay characters of colour, and i wanted to be clear i was taking that into consideration.
third, and i presume this is where our opinions majorly differ, i don’t think will’s sexuality arc has been handled as well as it could have been. and i think if the majority of the audience is unable to recognise that mike is going through a sexuality arc, then byler won’t be recognised as a slowburn anyway.
fourth, other shows have been popular and included gay characters and couples. and people are already calling stranger things a “gay show” because they have one lesbian and one gay character. though i think it’s very sweet that you think people, at the bare minimum, watching byler happen will make byler groundbreaking. a ship isn’t groundbreaking just because it’s been seen by a certain amount of people.
now, you seem… riled by my comparison of rockie to byler lmao. i think you misunderstood my tags. so i suppose there’s a few things to address with this too lol.
so. i very very much so doubt byler has been built from s1, because the duffers didn’t plan past s1. we were never going to see those characters again. the duffers are largely making this shit up as they go along.
a lot of bylers i’ve seen on tumblr seem to have this… obsession with making stranger things the mike and will show, and it just isn’t. and i think they’re doing a disservice to the characters and the ship by imagining this importance.
and i don’t think rockie not having a main part is a bad thing. i want my gay characters to exist past their sexuality. rockie isn’t groundbreaking! so many ships have come before it lmao. but it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking. i’m okay with vickie being introduced this season as her love interest, and robin having a life and arc outside of vickie. that’s how most side romances go. that’s what happened with dustin and suzie! if vickie receives no time at all in s5 and rockie end up together off screen, then yes, obviously i’ll be annoyed at the lack of time given to them. but that’s a problem for future me.
my point was rockie having their moment, and dating, and us watching it throughout s5 would mean more to me than byler happening. not that everyone shouldn’t care about byler rep lmao.
(and i know rockie are white, babe, but wlw shows are being cancelled regardless of if they’re both white)
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nothing’s gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) – part 5
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Note: This one kinda follows a canon episode, but I can’t remember how everything plays out so my bad if there are continuity errors LMAO.
Pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader
Warnings/Tags: they are fucking idiots! Drinking, intoxication, more feelings denial, some Carmy POV, coping with grief but like badly.
Synopsis: You have brunch with your mom and decide to pull some strings to help out Carmy’s business in a completely platonic and normal way.
Gangsters shoot out the front window of The Beef, your best friend pays you a visit, and you and Carmy reflect on what happened last night.
(Read on Ao3)
< Part Four > 
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You met your mother for brunch at a spot near West Chicago Ave. It was further away from your bakery than you usually went for breakfast, but your mom liked their protein bowls. And besides, it wasn’t like you could do anything at the bakery right now. You were expecting a delivery of furniture this afternoon, and they’d need your signature, but that was it. If you went to work now, you’d wind up in your office, and you knew how you’d feel if you did that.
“How do you feel about the competition in the area? I saw they’re opening a Chinese restaurant on the corner.”
You shrugged, “I’m not too worried. Different cuisines and all that.”
“Well, good! You have no reason to worry, actually. I was talking to my friend Kristopher; you know Kristopher yes?” She asked, pushing blueberries around in her oatmeal, and waited for you to nod before continuing. “Kristopher was saying that the Beef is in a spot of trouble with back-taxes. I’d be surprised if they make it through the year.”
You choked on a piece of tomato. Jesus, what sort of mess was Carmy in? You coughed and drank a sip of ice water to clear your lungs.
“What do you mean? Why did Kristopher tell you that?”
“We were just talking.” Your mom avoided eye contact.
“Mom.”
“You came up in conversation!” She said quickly, “I mentioned your bakery and where it was located, and Kristopher’s local. He knows this area and he knows the person handling their case. That’s all. They sit next to one another. It was pure coincidence.”
“I don’t believe that.” You said with a hardened stare. The likelihood of Kristopher causally dropping that information during a benign social call was about as likely as pigs evolving wings in the next twenty-four hours. You knew your mom was coming from a ‘good’ place. She wanted to help you. It’s why she called in a favor from her friend in New York and brought that chef in, it’s why she called Kristopher and got legally ambiguous information from him. Her heart was in the right place. Her morals? Hard to say. You knew your mom to be cutthroat and ambitious. It’s what got her through law school, despite being a single mother in the midst of a divorce. She even had the courage to start again in Chicago while you were away at school. You came to visit for holiday break and discovered your mom packed up her life, left Cincinnati, and started her own law firm.
“Believe or don’t believe whatever you want, sweetie.” She smiled. “I just figured I’d mention it.”
“Can I have Kristopher’s number?”
Her eyebrows raised, “Really?”
“I haven’t talked to him since New Year’s. I’d like to say hi.”
Your mom believed you about as much as you believed her. She smirked and pulled her phone from her expensive, large purse. Your phone buzzed on the table as she sent the contact over to you. You appreciated that she didn’t ask why or press you for details. In truth, you weren’t sure you could explain it if you tried. You were in a rare position of power. It wasn’t like you to call favors and pull strings (your grandfather and mom excelled in those areas). But you’d make an exception…just this once.
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Carmy couldn’t stop making stupid, little mistakes. It started with nicking the side of his finger while chopping onions. It wasn’t a big deal. He washed his hands, put on a band-aid, and slipped on two pairs of gloves. He waited for his body and mind to click into autopilot. It was like second nature to him, following into the rhythm and flow of the kitchen, and his hands would move faster than his brain, predicting movements, and reacting to things before they happened. Yet today something was off. The autopilot never kicked in. He crashed into Manny – all because he forgot to say “Corner”—and that mistake sent a tub of soapy water onto the floor in a flood of bubbles and citrus scent.
“Fuck.” Carmy scratched his forehead with the back of his knuckles. Marcus generously stepped away from his station with white, starched towels to help clean up.
He wasn’t on his game today. Syd was the first to notice and actually say something.
She asked. “Yo, Chef? You good?”
“What?” Carmy nodded, “yeah, I’m good. I’m good.”
“Alright…” Her tone remained dubious.
“One hour till open, Chefs!” He shouted to a chorus of a replied ‘Yes, Chef’. Someone knocked loudly on the back door near the dishwashing station. Carmy checked the time. He wasn’t expecting a delivery and typically the meat guy delivered at the front door.
Sugar glared at him when the door swung open. “I’ve been calling you! You need to answer my calls.”
“Sorry,” He blinked, “what’s going on?”
“Mikey didn’t pay taxes for five years is what.” Sugar sighed heavily.
Carmy tore his fingers through his hair and his stomach plummeted. “Shit…”
“Yeah, shit. We’re lucky that you’re such good friends with—” She said your name and Carmy’s world went sideways. His stomach twisted for an entirely new reason. How did Sugar know you? How were you connected to this fucking IRS mess? He briefly shut his eyes and all he could see was your body, dewy with sweat, pinned beneath his. You were just friends now. He couldn’t think about that. He needed to focus, he needed to stay on task, because Natalie needed him. He shook off the memory and led his sister into Mikey—His—office. Sugar started pulling out boxes and files from the filing cabinets while Carmy sorted through the mail on his desk. His heart flipped at each ‘OVERDUE’ stamped red invoice. Even in his urgency, he couldn’t shake the desire to know more and to have his questions answered.
“Start over. Who did you talk to?”
“I was working with this woman named Ezra, but then a man named Kristopher called me from the IRS.” She explained with her hair falling in front of her face, “he mentioned—” again your name on Natalie’s tongue, “and said that she was a friend of yours. Kristopher said he was taking over for Ezra and approved on an extension. I think it was something relating to bereavement?”
“What the fuck is this?” She flicked through a folder and then tossed it onto a pile.
“An extension for what?” Carmy pressed. His heart thundered inside his ears. You called in some kind of favor for them? Why? He pressed his teeth into his lower lip. Every time he felt like he had you figured out, you pulled the rug out from under him. You were a spitfire, honest nearly to a fault, and quick to deflect with proud shoulders carrying the weight of the world. Yet at the same time, you were empathetic, diligent, sweet, and funny. Often, he found himself thinking about something you said in passing and his lips would quirk upward.
“For the paperwork. I’m supposed to get it to them today, by 3pm, but Kristopher said we have until 11pm.” Sugar said with another heavy, burdened sigh. “How did Mikey organize any of this?”
“I don’t think he did.” Carmy shook his head.
“Good thing we have that extension then…” Sugar flattened her mouth into a hard line, “I can handle this if you need to get back out on the line.”
“No, no, we should be…we should be alright. I’ll keep helping.” They fell into silence with the occasional exclamation of hope, before reading the file and realizing it wasn’t what they needed.
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“I’ve told you like twenty times, you can’t be here, my guy.” You said to the cluster of men who congregated outside your bakery.  You suspected, based on their slicked back hair and gold chains and heavy-handed expensive cologne that they were part of a family gang.
“But Richie won’t let us hang out in front of the Beef anymore and they’re doing construction down the street!” Crooked John complained.
“I am also doing construction.” You pointed out before accepting a clipboard from the furniture delivery service. At last, everything arrived and in mostly one piece. A few of the tables would need setting up, their legs screwed in and such, but the delivery service would handle that.
“Listen, John. Can I call you John?”
“I prefer Crooked John. It’s less confusing that way.”
“Fine.” You ran one hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face, “Crooked John. I understand the predicament you’re in, but the sidewalk is pretty stacked on this side, and it becomes a liability issue for me if ya’ll hang out here.”
“You want us to go back across the street?” Mr. Carl asked, “cause they’re just gonna send us back this way.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out your wallet. “How much for you to stay off my side?” You didn’t have time to be handling this. You needed to catch the L and get an Uber to your mom’s office. You were conducting interviews there while your working crew finished moving furniture and installing the security system.
“Hundred.” Crooked John said.
“Fifty,” said Mr. Carl.
“Hundred-fifty.”
Mr. Carl opened his mouth to raise the bid. You lifted your hand and signaled them to stop. You pulled cash from your wallet, counting it with efficiency, and holding the smooth, crisp bills to Crooked John and Mr. Carl respectively. They shared a surprised, impressed glance.
“Here’s two hundred. Keep it for yourself, split it with your buddies, I don’t care. Just get off my street.”
“Yes, Ma’m.” Mr. Carl nodded enthusiastically, “me and my boys will stay clear.”
Crooked John smiled. “You got it, doll.”
You ignored the weird misogyny. “This is a one-time thing and next time, I won’t be so nice.”
Crooked John and his friends finally left your sidewalk and allowed for the free-flowing movement of your contracted employees. You checked your watch. “Fuck.”
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Gunfire hit the front of the Beef and Carmy’s instincts jolted into fight-or-flight.
He rushed out of his to the front of the store, “We good? Everyone good?” 
They were lucky, he figured, that the bullet didn’t shatter the entire window. He couldn’t imagine the cost that would have. He glanced across the street, but it was impossible to see if any other stores were affected. Your bakery was blocked by a moving truck, and he hoped that meant you weren’t hit too. Friends could care about that sort of shit, right? His chest tightened. Not for the first time since meeting you, he wished he had your phone number. A quick text would confirm you were alright.
And what if she isn’t? Carmy’s mouth went cottony and dry. A rapid, overwhelming sense of helplessness flooded his system, and he pressed his hands against his face. He felt Sugar’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He sighed and bounced a pen on his fingertips. He tried vainly to push you from his mind. It was like pushing a handful of sand against the wind. He slid to the floor, files around him, and glanced over at Sugar.
He finally asked, “Did you, um, did you talk to her?”
It took her a minute to reply. She shook her head. “No, why?” She looked away from the chaotic files and met his eyes. Sugar’s brow furrowed and he knew he revealed something.
“You’re being weird about this, Carmy. What’s going on?”
He answered swiftly. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Really?” She pressed.
Carmy licked his lips. “I mean…it’s nothing, now. It was…it was…almost something – you know – for a little while.”
Sugar watched him with sympathy shining in her blue eyes. He found himself giving Sugar the bare bones of your connection. He told her how you bought the property across the street, and how your relationship was contentious at first, but now had smoothed into something softer and kinder like the erosion and transformation of sea glass. He skipped the detail of how you slept together. That experience had forever altered his view on relationships and sex, but that was a secret he’d take to the grave.
“I don’t see the issue.” She said, “It sounds like you’re friends and that’s a good thing, Carmy.” Her voice carried a note of pride. “You should have connections outside of this blackhole.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Carmy nodded. “I know that.”
Her eyes softened. She could read between the lines when he was being shitty and vague, and he knew she wouldn’t let him get away with it. He could secretly admit that it felt nice to talk about it. It felt nice to talk about you. The only people within the Beef who fairly knew you were either Marcus or Richie and he couldn’t imagine talking to either of them.  
Sugar asked, “What happened?”
“It’s just that…I sort of…I brought up the idea of us being more than friends. Because I – uh - I couldn’t get her out of my head, you know? But! It was nice sometimes because…because for a minute I wasn’t thinking about the fucking invoices or the deliveries from the butcher shop or Mikey’s shitty bookkeeping…” Carmy rubbed his jaw and stared at the wall.
“I’d have a smoke and I’d be selfish for thirty seconds and think about her. And…” He massaged his fingers, knuckles cracking faintly beneath his grip. “I felt like I could breathe for - for just – for just a second.”
“And I know she’s right. I’m not - we’re not - it wouldn’t be good for us to be together.” He admitted with a pained expression. There was the salt in the wound; the righteous, truthful salt. You both had more than enough bullshit to deal with. He was inexperienced, as a restaurant owner, and as someone’s boyfriend. He didn’t know the first thing about it. Hell, he’d crack like an egg under the pressure. You deserved better than someone like him. You deserved something without a metric ton of fucking emotional baggage and two whole notches on his belt (including you). And you were grieving. Although you hadn’t talked about it, he imagined you must’ve been close to your grandfather to bring so much heart into your bakery.
He really, really fucking hoped your bakery didn’t get hit by the gunfire.
“So, that’s what happened. I’ve got bigger issues to deal with but I’m fucking sulking over a girl.” He rubbed his hand over his face, “It’s shit.”
After finally saying everything aloud, his day and mistakes clicked into perspective. No wonder he was off his game. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your conversation last night. He should’ve gotten your phone number before he left. He should’ve asked you to pick up coffee with him on the way to work. Anything, really, that might warrant the chance to know you better.
Now, he worried you would start putting distance between yourself and him. The idea of never speaking to you again, or never seeing you glare daggers at Richie, made his skin prickle with goosebumps.
“No, no! Carmy, it’s not.” She reached out and placed a hand on his knee. “We can’t control matters of the heart.”
“Yeah, no shit. You’re with Pete.” He grinned behind his palm.
She rolled her eyes. “Do you want some advice or not?”
Sugar was the only one among them to have a normal, functioning relationship even if it was with Pete. Granted, he had no fucking clue if Mikey had girlfriends, (or boyfriends for that matter) and his parents’ marriage wasn’t a good example. She must be doing something right if she was happy with Pete.
Carmy nodded.
“Take care of yourself. That’s the priority.” She said severely, then her tone softened as she continued, “ And once things are calmer around here…check-in with how you feel and see what happens. Maybe you’ll both be in a healthier space to explore something.”
“Yeah, yeah maybe.” He placed his hand over hers and squeezed, “Thanks, Sugar.”
She smiled. “What sort of big sister would I be if I didn’t give my baby brother relationship advice?”
Someone shouted from front of house. “Oh shit! Damn!” The attitude of the strangers’ voice was alarming enough to pull Carmy out of his office. A flash of red lights fractured and flickered beneath the hanging, blue plastic tarp. He touched Richie’s shoulder at the sight of their customers hovering near the busted window and trying to peer across the road. Anxiety tightened like a knot made of fishing wire inside his gut.
“Shit. What’s going on? Cops?”
“No, dude, it’s an ambulance.” Said Richie, “Do you think someone got fucking shot!?”
Carmy fingers twitched. “No way.” The words sounded flat and false to his own ears. There was a chance someone had been shot. A gun had been fired. It was only logical to assume someone could be injured. Why else would an ambulance be called? And what if it was you? Carmy pressed his fist against his chest where his heart pounded painfully inside his chest. What if it was? Again, the sense of powerlessness claimed him. If anything happened to you, he’d be the last to know. He’d probably read about on Twitter or something three days later.
Marcus said your name and it cut through the white noise in Carmy’s mind. He forcefully tuned himself back into the conversation happening around him.
Richie asked, “What? You gonna go over there?”
“What?” Marcus snorted. “No. I have her number.”
“Ooh!” teased Richie while humping the air, “Marcus making moves.”
Carmy hit Richie’s shoulder, “Shut up.” Richie should consider himself lucky that they didn’t have HR at the Beef otherwise he’d be written up every hour. “Don’t’ do that shit while we have customers, cousin. Come on!”
“Don’t be such a big baby!”
“For the record, she called me when I interviewed with her.” Marcus cut in while texting on his phone, “That’s why I have her number.” He grinned, proud and soft. “And she texted me to tell me my cake was fire.”
It wasn’t jealousy that writhed in his stomach. He had no reason to be jealous. But it was a little fucked up that Marcus had your number, and he didn’t right? Were you close friends with Marcus? Did you know him better than he implied? He squeezed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and forced himself to be present.
“We don’t need to focus on this right now—” Carmy said, “Marcus, back to your station. Richie? The customers?”
Richie scowled. “What? I’m not gonna tell them to stop gawking.”
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Dani, a fifty-year old Hispanic pastry chef who lived her whole life in Chicago, sat across from you on your mom’s charcoal couch. Your first interview had been a little awkward, but there was something about Dani’s earnest and spirited nature that inspired you to give her a callback. This interview was significantly more productive and personable.
“And I made this carrot cake for my niece’s birthday.” She said, showing you a picture from her phone, and the cake was in the shape of a rabbit’s head. It was cute and you told her so. Dani’s coffee brown eyes warmed with the compliment. Your phone buzzed, open faced on the coffee table, alerting you of a text from Marcus.
You made a mental note to reply after the interview.
“Listen, Dani, I’d like to hire you.” You pressed your lips together. “I think it’s important that you know where I’m coming from. I’ve never owned a bakery. I’ve got experience in business management, and finance, and I could optimize a fiscal calendar with my eyes closed.”
You leaned forward, twisting your fingers together, “But I want to make more than just my grandad proud with this property. I want it to be something that I’m proud of too.”
“A noble and courageous goal.” Dani smiled.
Heat burned the tips of your ears, “I guess so.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out the hiring paperwork you managed to type up last night (at home, because God help you—you couldn’t get anything done in your office). You passed it to her with a brief quirk of a smile. The paperwork was your standard contract, wages, benefits, and so on.
“It’s only bulky because it’s written in Spanish and English. I remember you mentioned that Spanish was your first language.” Dani nodded, thumbing through the pages, and you continued, “Look this over and give me a call when you’re ready.”
She said, “Thank you.” A pleasant farewell, a handshake, and you were finally left alone. You kicked off your shoes and tucked your legs underneath yourself, picking up your phone. You tapped open your messaging app to finally read Marcus’ text.
His text read: ‘You good? Someone shot our window.’
Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard to reply. You assumed everyone was fine, though your chest constricted with a minor worry that Richie could’ve gotten himself shot in the ass. Eh, Marcus would’ve said something if that happened. Your phone buzzed with another text and the banner dropped from the top of your screen to reveal your best friend’s name.
‘Surprise, bitch.’ She wrote. ‘Guess who is in Chicago?’
You immediately swiped over to your thread of conversation with her.
‘Dinner at Patty’s? 7?’ You texted her back with a momentary glance at the clock. You had two more interviews to finish before your day ended. You could finish up here, head home to shower and change, and meet Taylor there.
Her reply was almost immediate. ‘It’s like we share the same mind. Meet you there!! Wear something hot, cause I wanna go out afterward. The Neon Lounge just opened last week.’
You snickered and excitement colored the rest of your day in vibrant, orange hues that bubbled like champagne.
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You didn’t make any true friends until college and Taylor was the first, and most loyal of them all. She was tall, dark-haired, with wide green eyes perpetually smudged by mascara. It was the type of friendship where you could go days without speaking, or months without seeing each other, and pick up right where you left off. The conversation flowed like a river downstream.
“You seeing anyone?” She asked.
“I am – I mean – I was fucking this guy for a little bit.” You said. It would be disingenuous to avoid mentioning Carmy. Sure, you were only friends, but Taylor knew every cobwebbed secret and unpolished truth of your life. Besides, you wanted to talk about it. If anyone could help you make sense of your tangled thoughts and feelings about the Beef’s owner—it was Taylor.
Taylor grinned and her nose ring gleamed in the restaurants’ moody lighting. “Details.”
“Well, I sort of hated him at first, for stupid reasons and then we hooked up in his car.”
“Love that.”
You found yourself bearing your heart between the appetizer dish and the main course. You told her everything. The incredible sex, the panic attack, the apologies, the complicated and primal emotional attraction that went beyond sex.
“I actually want to like hang out with him.” You admitted with a groan, “Can you believe it?”
“Yeah.” Taylor laughed. “I fucking can. I knew this would happen. I knew you’d eventually meet someone who made you crazy.”
You scoffed. “Shut up!”
“So, what’s the deal? You going on a date or what?”
“No, no. I – I ended it.”
“What? Seriously? Babes. C’mon.”
“Taylor, I can’t have a boyfriend right now.”
“Who says he has to be your boyfriend?!” Said Taylor, almost offended on your behalf. “You’ve done casual before.”
“I can’t do casual either! He’s got enough shit on his plate – I mentioned the dead brother, yeah? And I’ve got the bakery and grandad and a thousand other things.” You took a sip of chilled white wine. “It’s better like this.”
She pouted. “Bullshit. Do you want to know what I think?”
“You’re gonna tell me anyway, so go ahead.” You made a flippant gesture with your hand.
“Damn right.” She looked smug. “I think you feel a real connection with this guy and you’re running scared like you always do. Because that’s easier than being honest and opening yourself up to get hurt like how your mom did.”
Your jaw dropped and you sputtered a nervous laugh. “Wow! Not pulling any punches and bringing up the family issues, huh?”
“Just calling it like I see it.” She said, looking away while sipping her wine, though you caught her grin at the rim of the glass. You shook your head. Taylor might hold some truth to her words, but you weren’t going to change your mind about Carmy. It was better if you were just friends. Adding a relationship, even a causal one, would throw off the delicate chemistry of your lives and daily routine. It had nothing to do with the way your heart increased pace whenever you saw him.
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He and Sugar eventually found the paperwork they needed in a blue file named ‘Shit’. It was a small miracle. He also didn’t fuck up too much throughout the rest of the day besides a small burn at the inner flesh of his wrist. Now that the lunch and dinner rush were over and the kitchen clean, Carmy fiddled with a spoon in his hands and let it hit the tips of his fingers, and his mind took ten-steps ahead and worried about you. Again. On his smoke break after dinner, he wandered to the front of the Beef, hoping for a chance to see you. However, the lights in your bakery were off and all the workers were gone for the day. If you had been there—he didn’t know (and not knowing was the worst part).
“Hey, Marcus?” Marcus turned away from his donut project at the sound of Carmy’s voice. “You, uh, you figure out the ambulance across the street?”
Marcus frowned. “Nah. She didn’t hit me back.”
“Huh.” Carmy pressed his tongue into the back of his teeth. “Okay.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Y-yeah. Yeah.” Carmy sniffed and nodded and broke away from the conversation before he was tempted to ask Marcus to text you again.
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The Neon Lounge had two levels. The first floor contained the bar, the bathrooms, and the main stage for live music with dancing space. The upper floor had a few tables and balcony space to watch the shows from a higher perspective. The music thumped through the dark, black-lit illuminated space.  
The black lights flashed, turning white shirts stark and blue-tinged, and making the neon body paint stand out in streaks and swirls of green, pink, blue, yellow, and orange. You and Taylor painted each inch of exposed skin (because you were both a little drunk and it was fun). Taylor highlighted her verdant eyes with dots of neon green on her cheekbones. You painted swirling designs of neon pink on your arms with a smiled memory of Delilah.
You danced with the thumping bass reverberating through your bones. The crowd surged around you, jumping to the beat, and you threw your head back in a grin. You needed this, you realized. You needed to break the monotony and leave your stresses and heartache at the door. A muscular, shirtless guy with neon blue streaks across his chest gave you A Look. Taylor noticed it. You noticed it. She waggled her eyebrows at you as the mystery guy made his way through the dancing crowd to reach you.
His placed a tentative, seeking hand on your waist and you drew him in. This was how you forgot about Carmy. The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. You linked your arms around his bulky shoulders and pressed your mouth to his. Taylor whooped.
“Get it, bitch!” She screamed above the noise of music.
You ignored the twisting guilty revulsion in your stomach. Carmy probably kissed other girls all the time. You weren’t exclusive. You never were and you never would be. You pressed yourself closer to the stranger, hoping to forget, and letting the music wash over you in powerful, swelling waves. He responded enthusiastically, cupping your ass, and delving his tongue between your lips. His aftershave was sharp and clean, and you desperately tried to not recoil from it. It was nothing like Carmy’s smoke-tinged, woodsy, and grease-tinged sweat. Stop thinking about him! You chastised yourself with a hard mental slap.
The stranger’s mouth dropped to your throat, and you tilted your head back to stare up at the lights. Their bright flash burned into your retinas and left after-images of ghostly blue and deep scarlet along the edges of your vision. Carmy’s face floated to the surface of your mind and his little boyish smirk before he left you a hickey on your breast. You swallowed harshly.
“I need a smoke.” You shouted into the strangers’ ear before pulling away. You hand-signaled to Taylor with two main fingers tapping your mouth. You also needed a drink. A strong one, preferably. You grabbed a shot from one of the shot girls carrying a tray around the outskirts of the dance floor. It incinerated the taste of the stranger’s tongue out of your mouth and burned beautifully down your throat.
You joined the rest of the smokers, huddled outside the building, in the cool night air. You borrowed a lighter (Taylor stole yours earlier in the evening) and plucked your phone out of your pocket. It was nearly 1 AM and you had two missed calls from an unknown number. No voicemails. It was likely a spam call trying to steal your social security number or convince you to buy erectile dysfunction medication. You inhaled a lungful of smoke and tapped the screen to call them back. The most recent call showed it arrived an hour ago.
It rang several times before connecting with a generic, robotic voicemail. The alcohol sloshed inside your skull and made you feel daring and reckless. Realistically, there was a small chance the unknown number was important. Given the hour and lack of voicemail, however, you doubted its legitimacy and used this opportunity to fuck around.
“Hey, uh. I don’t know who this is, but whatever you’re selling, you know, whether its Tupperware or holistic meds to make my tits bigger – I’m not interested. Alright?” You smiled into the receiver. “Alright. Cool.”
You finished smoking your cigarette with a gay couple making out next to you against the side of the building. With a strange clarity of thought, you realized you were glad you didn’t have Carmy’s number, because otherwise you would’ve texted him and showed up, sloshed and desperate, at his front door. You snapped a quick, cute selfie with the neon lights behind you before putting your phone away and returning to the pumping music and hot, unattached strangers.
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Carmy woke with a startled jump. He pressed his hands to face, shuddering, as the nightmares left him in waves as slow as molasse. His clock beside his bed informed him that he was awake twenty minutes before his alarm. He fumbled for his phone and the words ‘NEW VOICEMAIL’ across the home screen made his heart leap.
He rapidly pressed the 1 on the lock screen until his phone opened. He brought the phone to his hear with shallow, nervous breaths. The first noise he heard was muffled, rumbling music. Then – your voice. Carmy released a heavy, relieved sigh that drew his shoulders into his chest. She’s okay. She’s fine.
He spent the day on a thin, razor wire, waiting for the inevitable fall and bisection of his composure. He tugged his fingers through his curled, sleep-mussed hair. It’s early and you’re likely sleeping, but that doesn’t stop him from opening his messaging app and typing.  
‘Got your number from Marcus. It’s Carm.’
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Your phone vibrated noisily on the edge of the cool, porcelain tub. You lift your head from where it was pillowed on your arm and looked around—confused—before the evening comes back to you in snippets of hazy, soft-edged memory. This is Taylor’s hotel room. Your skin and clothes were smeared with pallid, white paint. It was rather unimpressive without the enhancement of the black-lights. You winced at the bright, painful light above your head. Why did you fall asleep in a bathtub with the lights on? God, past-drunk-you was a mess.
You blinked blearily at the text message.
‘Stalker.’ You write back. You went to save his number and typed ‘asshole’ in the name space before pausing and staring at the letters with a frown. You sighed, deleting it, and writing ‘Carmy’ instead. As you swiped back to the conversation and a few bubbles appeared on the screen. What was he doing awake at this ungodly hour? You rolled your tongue around in your dry, uncomfortable mouth.
‘Did your front of house get hit too?’
‘No.’ You worried your lower lip between your teeth before adding, in a second message, ‘You’re the one with all the bad luck.’
‘Yeah, I guess so.’
You stared at the screen with your heart flip-flopping inside your chest. This was fine, right? Friends texted. This was normal. You could text him without getting attached. A few bubbles appeared and then disappeared. You drummed your fingers against the edge of the tub.
The bubbles appeared again then vanished. You rolled your eyes, bringing your phone closer to your face and typing furiously.
‘I can see you typing!! Say what you wanna say, pussy.’
Carmy’s message arrived a second later. ‘I’m glad you’re OK.’
A thrilling, pleasant sensation prickled across your scalp and down your spine. Your thumb clicked the edge of your phone and turned off the screen. You flopped back into the tub, curling your knees close to your chest, and groaning at the spots dancing in front of your eyes. You hoped the sudden sensation of nausea was from drinking and not from the confusing, heart-fluttering text you just received. What did he mean?
“He’s just glad my window wasn’t blasted to hell.” You muttered to yourself while draping your arm over your tired, weak eyes. “Professional courtesy. That’s all.”
< Part Six > > > 
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glacecakes · 11 months
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Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love...
Anne sees her everywhere. In her reflections, out of the corner of her eye. Her white glow, the flaking of her skin like the rustling of leaves. Because she is proof that Anne is just a copy, and her destiny is to die of old age and (probably) become a goddess. All while yearning for a land that Anne knows she no longer has the power to see.
But she's fine! Totally! She's so fine! She doesn't need to talk to anyone or worry them, not when she is the only one who is struggling. She can't hold them down.
But perhaps she can find happiness elsewhere.
Pretend it’s still may 14th shhhhhh
Happy anniversary to the episode that made me so mad I cried for 2 hours straight
This work was inspired by the common AU that Anne is haunted by her white calamity form post-canon. In particular I was inspired by the art of Spix_rave, syrasenturi, kyoryuv, and chaska_draws (go check them out on twitter they're fantastic artists). There's a lot of mental illness depiction going on here, so if the tags or writing upsets you please turn away! A huge chunk of this though is my own projection bc I have been Going Through It and this was very therapeutic to write. Lmao.
Please like/reblog/kudos/comment! It helps a lot!
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“I know you’re here.”
Anne stands in front of the mirror in her bathroom. Her fingers grip the sink so tight her knuckles turn white. If she had any more strength it might even crack. Her gaze stares right through her reflection. It’s a familiar sight; curly hair tied back in a ponytail, green work shirt, those damn brown eyes. Brown, brown, brown, her mother always said she had the prettiest eyes, brown like Jupiter, like the sand on the beach, brown like soil beneath her feet. Not blue, blue like the sky, blue like the raging sea, blue like her gemstone. They haven’t been blue in a long time. Or maybe they never were.
“Are you gonna show yourself?” She asks into the quiet. If someone were to walk in, they wouldn’t see anyone. But she’s not alone, she knows it, just as much as she knows her eyes are brown and not blue, damn you for not being blue.
She shuts her eyes. Counts to ten. When they open, she is in the mirror.
“What do you want from me?” Anne asks, for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time. Or maybe it’s the first time she’s asked. She says nothing, like always. Her hair swoops upward like a lotus flower, eyes like diamonds. Three colors alight her old ratted uniform. Her skin cracks and flakes. Pieces of it evaporate every time she breathes.
Silence rings in the bathroom.
“Why are you here?” Anne asks. “Are you just here to torture me? To remind me of what I used to be?” Used to be, or never was? Is she just an imitation, a flawed copy made in a factory with the wrong serial number? Every piece of her is the same, every digit copied over, and yet the location of the data is different. She is a glitch of code, a rewrite of a file long since erased from the hard drive.
She reaches a hand out. She places it on the mirror.
Anne rears back. Is she trying to crawl through, to claw and tear through reality and death, undo the blessing (curse) that was given to Anne? Is it a mercy? Is it something to fear?
Her eyes line with an indescribable emotion.
“I can’t help you.” Anne rasps. “I’m not you. I’m sorry I’m not you. I want to be you, but I’m not.” she grips her chest. Her shirt wrinkles underneath a shaking fist. “Maybe if I was you, I’d figure out a way to get back. Maybe I’d be happy, I’d still talk to Sasha and Marcy. Maybe I’d see my family again.” Her chest is caving in, it is a black hole, and she is spaghettifying into it, she is a supernova, she is exploding and destroying everything in her path.
She is everything.
She is nothing.
She is immortal.
She never lived.
She punches the mirror.
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khadijah551 · 1 year
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☆ last show: ☆ last song listened to : ☆ show ur wallpaper : not too much on the number of unread emails 👀
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☆ last song listened to : ‘Hol Up by Kendrick Lamar (this song has literally been on repeat, I’ve just been in the mood for it)
☆ last movie: Creed III (I was only looking at Michael B. Jordan the whole time)
☆ last show: Love Is Blind (this is literally the most chaotic season in my opinion, I literally can’t wait to binge the next few episodes tomorrow, and don’t get me started on Micah, Kwame, Jackie, and Irina 😒)
☆ food craving: before I broke my fast, I was gonna say I was craving anything, but now I’m craving some cookies & cream ice cream.
☆ currently wearing: wearing some black sweats with a grey sweater and light blue crocs (I just came back from classes, so I was trying to be comfortable 🥴)
☆ height: 5′1 (I don’t wanna talk about it 😐)
☆ piercings: my ear lobes have been pierced since I was born, but I do want another set of piercings on my ear. The thing is, I have seen too many videos of people getting keloids from getting a piercing, and I am very paranoid. So, the only piercings will be my ear lobes.
☆ tattoos: nada
☆ glasses/contacts: none
☆ fave color[s]: literally any earth colors, like green, brown, a really light blue, colors like those.
☆ current obsession: I’m ngl, I watched Swarm, and I was so obsessed with the show after finishing it. I literally was watching YouTube videos on hidden easter eggs. The show was definitely something.
☆ last place you traveled: tbh, it’s been a while since I’ve traveled, so I don’t have anything exciting here lmao.
tagging: @kashisun @diactrl​ and anyone else that wants to join in!!
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eq-kou · 5 months
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tagged by @too-raph in the '9 people you'd like to get to know better' game
1. top 3 ships:
number one, no questions asked, GWISAN!!!! i could and quite honestly DO talk about gwinam/cheongsan every moment of the day, they are ADDICTING. almost have the urge to full on rant about them right here at this very moment but i’ll save it because it’ll be a WHOLE THING ;P
quite honestly besides that, it’s difficult to rank because i have SO MANY ships worthy of mentioning…. recently i’ve been liking moonjo/jongwoo from (SfH/HiOP)…. because, is it even love if you try to kill eachother??? just THEM and the drama itself; literal heaven.
sangwook/jaeheon from sweet home was my obsession for a little while before i got back into aouad, their whole dynamic, js EVERYTHING itches my brain….. very underrated ship.
my top three besides gwinam/cheongsan is MESSY so honourable mentions…. JUNHO & HOYEOL!!!! my BABIES!!! end of s2 pained me deeply though
2. first ship:
quite honestly… i can’t remember. i WANT to say it was probably from an anime, don’t ask me which because i’ve got zero clue
3. last song:
MANINGEN by atarashii gakko! them & this song are EVERYTHING, not much else to say
4. last movie:
last MOVIE was ballerina, was honestly one of the better revenge type kdramas considering they’re all very one tone; the action scenes were amazing!! very predictable though but i think thats just me…
last series was DP (deserter pursuit) season 2, i meant to watch it when it came out but i got so ANNOYED because people only watched it because of kim hyunwook… (don’t get me wrong, i love him, but the series is great whether or not hes in it). SOME OF THEM EVEN SKIPPED SEASON 1 OR EVEN ONLY WATCHED HIS EPISODE??? boiled my BLOOD. so i’ve only now watched it…..
5. currently reading:
contradictory really as a writer but i don’t actually read all that much… like ‘real’ (if you’d call it that) books anyway.
i do want to restart the CSM & TBHK mangas sometime though… i read them in like ¿2020? and then dipped; also quit CSM because the anime side of the fandom annoyed me LMAO
6. currently watching:
strong girl namsoon!!! i love both lee yoomi & ong seungwu so i thought i’d may aswell watch it, usually i hate romance dramas but i’m actually enjoying this one.
other than that i’m just waiting for new dramas… daily dose of sunshine, you did great!, sweet home season 2 (etc)
7. currently consuming:
VAST amounts of identity v lore……..
8. currently craving:
yoon gwinam end of discussion
i literally don’t interact with people on this site other than reblogging so to be frank, I’VE GOT NO ONE TO TAG…… thought i’d do it anyway because i can’t stop my greedy ass from gusting about my favs every chance i get
#:p
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eemoo1o-animoo · 1 year
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Went to the Kuro tag for the first time in forever, saw your live blogging of the book of the Atlantic, liked your takes, went to your profile, liked your takes there, followed you
Currently looking for ppl to talk about black butler with so >~>
Your blog says you got opinions about claude and Sebastian, never considered that ship before; wanna tell me about it?
*wheezy fucking WHEEZE*
Aww, got me blushing I see. (It’s also a relief to see my blog back in the tags after the fortnight long shadowban lol definitely not scarred by that).
Relatively new to the fandom (I’d say since mid-July this year but I genuinely can’t tell you for certain, but I’ve known of the anime since the day I added it to my Netflix list after over-hearing someone talk about it and then just never watched it, and so eventually it got removed from Netflix anyway so), but I finally got into it because of an amv of an awesome cover where on the original video (of the cover) people were saying they found it because of a Black Butler amv. Of course, I did the opposite, lmao.
I’m not a manga reader, although I would like to be, and I do/have spoil(ed) myself for most of the lore from the wiki and talk of the manga stuff. Just thought I’d get that out of the way.
It’s interesting how s2 isn’t apart of the manga, because it is an interesting concept (more demons), and I just think that that Sebastian deserves another demon to be petty and to twirl around with, you know?
Lmao, the “live reactions” are relatively spontaneous. I just watch something and I’m like “oh my god oh my god, so like” and on one of my posts I speculated (never reading the manga but knowing of R!Ciel) and someone commented “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened”. And I’m like “haha, well fuck me I am the messiah”.
And thanks for the follow! I really appreciated that! (Again, it’s a baby blog only made in like, early October maybe after I realised I was spamming my main with too much Kuro, so I’m always so glad that someone finds interest in it.)
Feel free to talk/ask anytime, also.
As for Claudebastian… well, for one, I try tagging my posts as concisely as I can, so for the whole “shipping timeline” I suppose you could search for #claudebastian on my profile. (Is that link working? I don’t think it is.) Or #seblaude, because they’re tagged with both.
I also do character playlists for Kuro (an incomplete list, because I couldn’t do anything during the shadowban). Plus, fanfiction. My AO3 is linked in my bio, and the majority of that pseud’s works are Claudebastian.
I suppose the main things to know about me and Claudebastian is:
I first hate-shipped Clannah(?) because I resented them both.
By episode five, Bedewed Butler, (an episode I only remember the name and number of because I had to type it out like a million times when I made a bunch of GIFs for the episode, all under #my gifs and #they’re gay your honour) I started to ship them.
I made a headcanon list regarding them so I could work past the week of writer’s block I had for my second one shot (which I’m still writing and hope to get out later today if I’m so lucky).
My first Claudebastian fic that I made is the one mentioned on top, aka. an unfinished one shot trilogy that I made before even finishing season two and labelled His Mate, Loving (The Claudebastian Collection), because I wholeheartedly expected it to be my one and only Claudebastian work.
I was wrong.
My second published work for Claudebastian (third for Kuro as a whole) is Dear Claude, something which I tried leaving as a fic with an ambiguous relationship/feelings, but it was kinda hard to write that way.
I intend on writing a platonic Grellebastian friendship fic (bit of angst, one sided Grelliam, Grelltaker as the end goal maybe, possibly, who knows) which you can probably find under #grelle fic.
That fic is currently back in action, so to speak, after I’ve watched BoA.
Which is infuriating because I hesitated to watch season three in fear of killing the Claudebastian mood (it did not, probably because of William being there lol), and same goes for Book of Murder, but then I went into Book of Atlantic so I could make GIFs for an up and coming Grelle vs The Undertaker character analysis, but came out with the inspo for Claudebastian slipping away (and after such a good week/maybe two weeks of writing little and often for that one shot).
Kind of re-contemplating the toxic Clauannah marriage (again). Fuck my life.
The theme is kind of a reference to my reactions to season two (and Claudebastian) clogging up my main and resulting in the creation of the blog. Plus I ship them.
Sorry if this doesn’t serve as much of a reply to your questions, but I tried. Feel free to ask again when you’re able!
TL;DR — I’m a rambling idiot.
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lerios · 8 months
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tagged by all time icon @baynton 💕 this has been in my drafts for like a month because i wanted to answer it after i properly started succession but now i get the feeling its gonna take a while to get a proper grip of that show lmao😅
List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.
1. bbc quacks
2. firefly (my absolute beloved 😍)
3. its always sunny in philidelphia
4. bbc ghosts
5. fuck it, critical role (i don't watch much TV lol)
1. Who is your favourite character in 2?
Favourite? probably Wash my gorgeous comedy boy with an icon wife i spent years simping over, BUT i don't think we can ignore how fucking fixated i was on Simon. like, he was gender envy before i knew that Gender™ was a thing.
2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?
i lowkey highkey want to throw hands with Robert. how dare you marry a girlboss and then not appreciate her wtf. give me her number
3. What’s your favourite episode of 4?
the Thomas Thorne Affair popped off. like yeah sure my skrunkly is centre stage but also the episode is just really well done.
4. What is your favourite season of 5?
I AM A SEASON 1 TRUTHER. vox machina i miss you so much 😭
5. What’s your favourite relationship in 3?
charlie mac brotp.
6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?
jayne/river shippers are wild, she's like 12 and they don't even get along (also jayne/simon is the real OTP)
7. How long have you watched 1?
well i first posted about it in march, so like 5 months probably
8. How did you become interested in 3?
my mate jon said there was a musical episode so i watched like 10 seasons of it lol.
9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?
okay i don't really know anything about any of them, but ben seems like a vibe. i too write mostly depressing shit and don't talk to anyone about anything 🥰
10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?
firefly
11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?
3 because theres 16 seasons of always sunny and only 1 season of quacks 😭😭😭
12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?
my man mike is alive and has a magical badass wife that can talk to ghosts.
13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?
my man Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the third can never die, fuck off. (i'd kill him in a suitably emo way probably. he dies alone and still demon-infested, having scared the rest of vox machina away from caring about him once and for all, then probably getting converted into a vampire).
14. Would a ¾ crossover work?
asdagjsdag YES the gang would make such a big deal of having ghosts, they'd probably try to make money off of julian somehow. robin and charlie would be 100% best friends. the captain would be having a breakdown at thier impropriety 24/7 but fanny would get along with them way better than she'd expect lol
15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.
okay theres not many characters in quacks but i would love to see john/william. john absolutely needs to drug him 🥰
16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?
probably 5 because i got Parasocial about them for a while. pro-lgbt kings.
and i’m tagging: fucking nobody because i don't have the braincells to do social shit rn but i wanted do this when i found it again bc it looked fun
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garfieldsladybird · 9 months
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I just had a brilliant idea
I’m gonna rewatch every single show ever lmao
A horrible idea, but it will get done.
so the idea is basically, I’m going to rewatch all the shows that I have stories/books on while I’m doing that I will also make notes of if I have like a dialogue moment where I wanna add something, I would go to my notes and put episode number and season number then write the dialogue that i want to add in that moment. So basically, I take notes while I’m watching the show but the notes have to include something of the character or just something I want to add in that another specific moment.
I don’t know if I really want to go to my notes for it. I might just go to Tumblr here and make a tag or do the posts on the book acc
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swimmingwolf59 · 1 year
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✨2022 Writing Year In Review✨
I was tagged by @lenievi​! Thanks for the tag, I love doing stuff like this! 🥰
1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 17
2. Word count posted for the year: 122,912 (pretty sure this is close to my yearly average which is just like ?????? how tf do I write that much 😭)
3. Fandoms I wrote for: star trek (tos, aos), khr, and pokemon technically
4. Pairings: spones, sarek&spock, mccoy&amanda, 1859, 8018, and platonic 5933
5. Story with the most:
- Kudos: Reciprocal Averaging (373) (thanks so much y’all!! 😭😭🙏)
- Bookmarks: Reciprocal Averaging again lol (110)
- Comments: And, who could’ve guessed! Reciprocal Averaging (24)
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):
Out of the light, my mirrorverse spones fic. I’m really proud of the worldbuilding I did for that fic, especially in terms of adapting tos episodes into their mirrorverse versions. I’m also pretty proud of the emotional journey spones have, I feel like it actually progressed well and I feel like I’m usually terrible at that kind of thing lol. Also figuring out how to fit in the rest of the crew, what their mirrorverse selves are like (including bones, who was SO FUN TO FIGURE OUT!!) was a great time!!
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):
Uhhh I’m not sure actually? I feel like the ones I’m “not proud of” are because I remember how much it sucked to edit them lol, and I feel like editing always makes me hate my work. So I try not to actually think that way about anything I’ve published 😅
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
A lot of people leave sweet reviews, and I’m really thankful for all of them!! It makes me so happy to hear that people are enjoying my stories 🥺 A few of my favorites were by fellow transmasc people telling me how much they appreciated my fluffy trans!spock fic, but those felt too personal to share here so I thought I’d share this one instead:
I adore how this opens with Jim's POV, and with so many little asides and details that make my heart sing. From Jim's teasing, to 'arguing', to McCoy being too mad to even notice Jim entering the room, to the PDA discussion to... well, you get the idea. It makes the fic feel so deep and layered and an incredible addition to the BW series. And then the whole litany of failed first dates, lol. I don't think I could pick a favorite no matter how many times I reread this. But I love Spock being so determined to make this happen for Leonard's sake (even to inadvertently sabotaging one of the dates), and Leonard's ever-underlying insecurities rearing their ugly heads. Love how they work through it all, and the wonderfully romantic "final first date" at the end - even Kirk's determination that they will have a great one, and that's an order, dammit! Heart-warming and made me laugh out loud several times. I adore the relationship you've crafted between Spock and Leonard and always look forward to the next story in the series. Thank you for continuing to share these delightful interludes with us!
This person leaves a lot of kind reviews, but this one especially was SO nice to receive because I rewrote next time for sure SO MANY TIMES to figure out the failed date attempts and make the story feel fleshed out and real, so it was really nice to hear my efforts paid off~
9. A time when writing was really, really hard:
Honestly the last few weeks of 2022 were really tough, especially in terms of writing for 12dos and my 100th fic on ao3 celebration. Tbh I think I put too much on myself LOL right around holidays when I was really busy and had a few covid scares so I was just super stressed out and hating everything I was writing. But I’m getting back into some wips this year and things have calmed down so I’m feeling a lot better about things!
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
Tbh I was NOT expecting to get back into writing khr again LMAO and somehow I wrote like 4 fics this year??? XDD I think Customization especially was surprising because I had the vague idea for it and then sat down and wrote it in like an hour lol, it was a lot of fun tho!
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
I wanted to share something from out of the light but all of my favorite scenes are a little too steamy to just post on here I feel LOL so have this excerpt from Held Together:
“Do you even know where you are going, Leonard?” Spock asks, somewhat amused. It would entertain him to no end to watch McCoy try, and probably fail, to navigate the mountains Spock knows so well, but it would be more amusing if it wasn’t nearing midnight.
“Sure.” McCoy stops and points up at the night sky. “That’s Sehlat Kan-bu, over there is the Scholar.”
Spock stops just behind him. “…You are aware of our ancient constellations?”
“Constellations have always been an interest of mine,” McCoy says with a shy smile. “I’ve always thought that what people see in the night sky says a lot about their culture. Once I finished learning all of Earth’s, I started to learn those of alien cultures, too. It’s surprisingly common throughout the galaxy, though of course on Vulcan most constellations were devised before the time of Surak. I’d have a hard time imagining T’Pau pointing up at the sky and claiming that a certain star cluster looks like a sehlat.”
A small smile tugs at Spock’s lips. “Certainly not in public, anyway.”
McCoy laughs and turns to keep hiking. “It shouldn’t be much further.”
Spock’s curiosity is piqued now as he follows McCoy across the rocks. He has to admit he hadn’t been expecting much, particularly once he realized that McCoy was taking him into the mountains. Spock has quite literally seen everything on these mountains many times, so he had wondered what McCoy could possibly show him that he hadn’t seen before.
But now that McCoy seems to actually possess an intimate knowledge of the area, Spock is much more curious to find out what it is.
They walk for 10.6 more minutes before McCoy comes to a stop, staring up at the sky. He is standing in the middle of a clearing that Spock had once named Sehlat’s Bed, due to the unusual amount of times he had stumbled upon a wild sleeping sehlat in the area. Fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be one here now, but Spock stays on alert as he comes to a stop beside McCoy.
“A-ha! There it is.” McCoy points upwards. “That’s K’diwa.”
“Roughly translates to lovers,” Spock comments, staring up at it. “I too enjoyed learning the constellations when I was younger, and this is one of the only ones that I thought actually looked like its name. You can see the line of stars where the two beings become entwined, one being—”
He turns, only to find McCoy now holding out two of his fingers. Before Spock can even raise an eyebrow, he murmurs in Vulcan, “Spock, will you be parted from me and never parted? Never and always touching and touched?”
Spock’s breath catches. He had not expected this, and it probably shows on his face. Even though he should have known it was coming, it turns out that McCoy managed to surprise him after all.
12. How did you grow as a writer this year:
God these kinds of questions are so hard lol because I feel like I have no perception of how to judge my writing????I feel like I’ve improved in crafting stories with like actual plots in them lol, which I think was always a weakness of mine. I’ve also tried writing a lot of different kinds of stories this year, so that was cool!
13. How do you hope to grow next year:
I wanna get better at writing shorter things, since I think it takes a lot of skill to fit a fully fledged story into just a few thousand words. I also wanna continue improving at plot building and descriptions lol
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
well tbqh the answer seems to be sarek LOL. 1859 and spones ofc are also always my muses 😄
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
hmm other than my obsession with nature and wildlife LOL I don’t think so
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Something I’ve been doing this year is editing fics on my phone (and by that I mean reading them on gdocs on my phone and doing the actual editing on my computer document), but the main thing that’s important about this I think is that it tricks my brain into thinking I’m reading something “new” because it LOOKS different. Like I think part of the reason editing is so hard for me is because I know what it’s SUPPOSED to say, so that’s how I read it even if there are typos/grammatical errors/better ways to phrase/etc. So I think it’s really helpful during editing to read your story on a different document, or with a different font, cause at least for me I’m a lot more likely to catch mistakes that way!
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
I am SO excited to work on the next fic in my pokemon spones series because I’m introducing sarek and amanda LOL. I also got newfound direction for my sarek & mccoy 5+1 meetings fic so I’m looking forward to working on that more! (I told you my muse was Sarek lololol). Otherwise I’m looking forward to working on new spones and 1859 stories, finishing this spock/scotty fic I have, and working on my original story idea as well! OH also my QPR fics that I’ve been working on and am excited to share hopefully this year!!
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.
Idk who to tag, so if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!
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I’m totally prying but any hints as two what the two blocked tags are? I’m finding myself blocking more and more recently. I just straight up don’t have the patience for it lmao
The two that i was referring to are “dinbo” and “lizzo”
I like Lizzo as a person and she’s very funny, but I’m not a fan of her music. When I first started this blog, someone I followed was very much a fan and would reblog things about her on an almost constant basis so I just blocked the tag and left it that way, never thinking that I’d potentially NEED to look at posts tagged with her name because she was going to be a part of a show or movie I watch. (She was great in last night’s episode; one of the only things I truly enjoyed about it)
The number of tags I have blocked is insane. It would probably reach to Joel’s sheep farm on the moon and back. But it’s helpful (as long as people tag properly!) because it really narrows things down to what I truly want to see.
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