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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Island folk

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 6 | Part 7 Island folk | Part 8 >

Disclaimer: mention of late motherhood worries

Author’s note: This story is just so much fun to write. I set a scene and *BOOM* it just kind of writes itself. Now, I don’t know how long this writing craze will continue, but so far you can expect an update every day. You read that right; every day!

Word count: 1.525

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[ Alice.in.writing.land ]

Dear readers,

Dark are the abysses of my heart sometimes, and I know that keeping those thoughts under lock and key only make things worse. And so, for the first time on this blog, I’d like to share something really, truly personal with you. A little snippet of my thoughts for a tender of your time, I’d like to come clean about my most recent Google search which I did late last night, after hours of laying awake.

Late motherhood.

Why? You may wonder. Well, with my relationships continuously failing and the years - and candles - slowly adding up to my birthday cakes, I feel the increasing unease in my heart whenever I come to think of having a family of my own. Will it happen? And if so, am I not too late already? All my friends and family members had their first children in their late 20s, yet here I am, the oddball, single Pringling through life at 37.

It was about 3 AM late last night when I found myself quelling my nerves by looking at pictures of older female celebrities having kids at the “ripe old age of 35”, which in my book is still super young, but of course we are looking at Hollywood standards here. And, to be quite frank, I’m not sure if it helped me, but at least it did offer me the slightest sliver of hope as I found that I’ll probably just need a little luck, good preparation..and perhaps a donor, to make my wishes come true.

Research is required.

But, let’s not get carried away just yet. I know what I want, now all I need to give myself is time. Time to listen to my heart and learn if this is truly it, time to investigate my options a little more and time to sleep. Because honestly, Google is one hell of a click-through trap when you can’t sleep - I may or may not have ended up falling asleep to videos of laughing foxes, which are truly..the cutest. In case you want to look it up and dare to delve into the time consuming trap that is watching random Youtube videos, then search for: “Finnegan fox”.

Hi-la-ri-ous.

Also; apparently chocolate cakes have internet access. So, aherm, hello and welcome to my little writing den, oh mysterious chocolate cake of mine!

A very sleepy, but glad to have this off her chest,

Ali

The waves broke softly onto the shoreline as the wind tugged gently on my hair, my pen scribbling away on the paper notebook on my lap. For some odd reason I found it much more comfortable to write by hand, and so whenever the mood struck and I found the time, I snuck out to my little beach hide-out and started to write. This time it was for work, but sometimes I also worked on smaller fictional stories, the very act of writing calming my nerves considerably.

I looked up when I heard the sound of slushing feet through the fine sand, the distinct vibrations telling me someone was approaching me with slow, dragging feet. And.. it appeared to be not just anyone.

Henry.

So very suddenly I felt terrible about posting that blog this morning. Had he read it? Would he start a conversation about it? I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to have that conversation with him right now. We were at best just dating, our newly rekindled friendship slash relationship only a few days young.

He stifled a yawn as he plopped down beside me on the picnic blanket, his eyes sporting large dark circles beneath them, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked me over. I sniffled, shaking my head at the fact that we both had barely slept - obviously.

‘Mornin’.’ He grumbled, a gentle smile reaching his lips, his body leaning forward, but halting mid-morning kiss. Almost automatically I closed the distance, my hand moving aside my notebook so I could lean in, lips brushing over his, which apparently was just what he needed, his lips curling up in a full smile. ‘Hi.’ I whispered into his lips, then leaned back, tucking some rogue curl behind his ear before studying him better. Once more he wore a blue shirt - he had a gazillion of those, didn’t he? - and some dark jeans, his hair fresh and messy straight out of bed.

’So…no sleep then?’ I inquired, watching him as he slowly moved his gaze towards the rolling waves before us. ‘Nope.’ ‘How come?’ ‘Hmm..’ He thought aloud. ‘..I suppose it is difficult to just stop my life right dead in its tracks.’ He sighed.

‘What’s up Hen?’ I scooted closer to him, fingering a hand through his curls, his eyes closing as he revelled into the simpleness of my touch.

‘I have to fly back to London for the weekend. There’s this event that my manager can’t seem to cancel without serious repercussions and..’ He sighed again. ‘You don’t want to go.’ ‘Not really no. But I will have to. The fox videos helped by the way.’

My heart summersaulted at his words - not only because he apparently read my blog, which wasn’t entirely surprising, but also because he was showing so much vulnerability. This large bear of a man was being honest about the things that frustrated him, something I had never experienced with previous partners. They’d always just burst out in flames all of a sudden, without giving me any fair warning before hand.

‘Hmm..’ I hummed, thinking. His eyes were still staring out to the sea, soft waves cascading in similar shades to his cerulean irises. He truly seemed to be a bit done with it all.

‘I’ve got some swimming pig videos at the ready too.’ I added, laying my head onto his shoulder and wrapping both my arms around his large chest, wishing to comfort him a little. ‘Hehe..swimming pigs.’ He chuckled, his chest vibrating with near silent mirth. ’Yea..can you imagine? Those tiny, tiny legs kicking through aquamarine water, their noses sticking out the water like living, breathing, skin coloured electricity points. Oink oink!’

Henry’s chuckle turned into rumbling laughter, his shoulders shaking until he finally looked back at me, my head still resting on his shoulder. ‘Ali..I ..eh..know this is maybe a bit weird, but, would you perhaps like to join me? To London? Leaving Friday night, back Sunday morning?’

I sat up, my brown eyes staring into his deep blues. Tender, hopeful blues. ‘Hmm.’ I hummed, blinking for a moment as I mulled over his words.

‘I know it’s all going fast and I don’t want to pressure you.’ He added.

‘No, it’s okay. It’s ehm..okay. Yea, sure, I’ll come. I haven’t been to London in ages and don’t have weekend plans anyways.’

‘Ages?’ ‘Naa..okay..maybe not ages. More like months.’ I snorted. We both laughed until finally my eyebrow quirked up. ‘So..what kind of event are you ..or we..going to?’ Henry smiled, leaning in to kiss me, the sound of my fluttering heart drowning out all else around us.

The answer to my question didn’t matter, I was simply very happy that I could join him and finally get a sneak peek of his usual life. Henry’s life.

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‘I’m still amazed at the fact that you managed to pack all your things in that one backpack.’ Henry grinned, pushing my backpack in the overhead storage locker in First Class. I grinned in turn, shrugging my shoulders as I sat back in my seat. ‘Oh you know. I don’t mock about. No need to bring the unnecessary.’

‘You’d make for a fine traveller.’ He admitted, plopping down in his seat, right next to me, his hand quite instantaneously interlacing with mine - he didn’t even seem to think about it -, a smile tugging on the edges of his lips as he watched two business men enter, taking their seats a few rows ahead, leaving us plenty of privacy.

Slowly, he cast me a curious glance. ‘What is it, dear?’ He asked, noticing my studious look, his smile growing and his blue eyes sparkling.

‘Mmm..just wondering. You probably thought about this far better than I have thus far. But if you’d start a family..how would that..go? Like..-‘ ‘The travelling and stuff?’ ‘Yea.’

Henry leaned into the headrest, his head tilting up slightly as he licked his lips. ‘It’s going to take some back-and-forthing with my partner. And it won’t be easy. It will not only be my children that will give you broken nights, you see.’ He grinned and my heart fluttered at his words - children! -, yet my mouth remained sealed, waiting for him to continue. He sighed. ‘I..would definitely slow down my career. For the longest time I didn’t even think of that as a possibility. But like you wrote quite perfectly; all my friends and family members had their children young and here I am..the oddball. I know I should not press my luck by demanding my partner to give up everything for me. That is just not fair.’

‘Give and take.’ I added.

‘Yes, give and take.’ He smiled at me, his large warm hand squeezing mine gently. It felt nice. ‘Okay..so another question. You live in London right?’ ‘Mostly, yes.’ He nodded, making me grin. ‘Yea yea..Superman has several mansions and a jet setting career that makes you quiver right back into your 2-bedroom flat.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘But all joking aside..why did you chose to stay with your parents, now you requested a “time-out”?’

Henry shifted in his seat, his smiling face turning to one holding a more serious expression. ‘I’m from the island baby. And I will always, ALWAYS return to the island. It is my one true home after all.’

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bpro-cardstories · 4 years

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Kento Aizome SSR

2019 ー Trembling Hands [震える手]

“Of course. Even if I’m poor at it, it doesn’t mean I can’t do it. With my own hands I’ll give the girls some cute fingernails.”

『 Event: THE SHOW MUST GO ON (26nd November - 03rd December 2019) 』

Part 1

Yuta: ‘Waah~!! Gochin, Kenken, did you just see that!? That air swing was almost flying, wasn’t it!?’

Goshi: ‘Can’t you watch the video material for work in silence, it’s so noisy every single time.’

Yuta: ‘I mean, it really was cool! If you didn’t see it, I can rewind it for you.’

Goshi: ‘I saw it! It’s unnecessary.’

Yuta: ‘Muuh….’

Yuta: ‘Ehehe, but you know, being able to work together with those amazing people, I’m looking forward to it ~’

Kento: ‘Yeah. However, it was beyond my expectations to do a collaboration performance. Apart from singing and dancing, we’ll perform on stage with acrobats and special equipment. As it is, we have to prepare and challenge ourselves, because there likely will be serious injuries.’

Goshi: ‘True. If that’s so, it’s really no joke. You have to be more serious than usual.’

Yuta: ‘You’re right…. but it will be fine! Because I will protect both of you ♪’

Kento: ‘Why do you assume us to be the only ones to be injured….’

Yuta: ‘Uuaah!? Look, look! A huge monitor kind of appeared!’

Kento: ‘Hm?.....So they are also doing card manipulation? 「Please take a look at the magic of the fingertips in the monitored world around you」ーー it says.’*

Yuta: ‘This definitely will fail, right? Won’t your nervous hands tremble…?’

Goshi: ‘Rather than trembling, isn’t it a matter of looking at the camera. While you handle the cards at high speed, shake your hands with a smiling face.’

Yuta: ‘How cool~.....Eh, what!? Why is the torn card just caressed and returns to how it was before!?’

Kento: ‘If you’d understand the trick, then it wouldn’t be one anymore.’

Yuta: ‘Ah, I see. That’s why it’s the magic of the fingertips~ ♪ The movements were so smooth, it was fascinating to watch. Besides, their hands were really beautiful. And their nails were all shiny as well!’

Kento: ‘Since their hands are always in the focus, they most likely take considerable care of their hands. It’s not only that, it’s the age where men also go to beauty salons.’

Kento: ‘Well, even if I didn’t go, I shine nevertheless. Even though I don’t do anything, it’s plenty enough, I wonder if it’s a talent. That’s why I put oil on, occasionally.’

Goshi: ‘You…. Even though no one’s listening, you sure talk a lot.’

THRIVE’s banter is suddenly interrupted by the chime. Kento is surprised to hear it ringing so late.

Kento: ‘Hm?’

Yuta: ‘Yeーs, who might it beー?’ ______

Yuta: ‘.....Ah, Tsubasa-chan!’

Tsubasa: ‘Good evening, everyone. I am sorry for coming at this hour.’

Kento: ‘What’s wrong, Tsubasa. To come this late…. Did you want to see me that badly?’

Goshi: ‘As if.’

Kento: ‘Ha? Why’s Goshi even answering.’

Tsubasa: ‘Ahaha….. Earlier, I had a meeting nearby. I came to visit you, coming right from there. Aizome-san received an offer from a variety show. Regarding the performance, I like to have an answer as soon as possible.’

Kento: ‘Hee, I’m appointed for a variety show? That’s rare.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes. Even though it says variety show, it is not a comedy show….’

Tsubasa: ‘The theme in the program is called 「Helping the beauty of the girls」, it seems that the show’s performers will make the female viewers cuter. Each performer will be assigned to one girl, will do a complete fashion coordination and the hair and makeup….’

Kento: ‘If it’s that, it’s okay. I don’t think there is a more suitable role for me. It’s an honour to make a cute girl even cuter.’

Tsubasa: ‘I agree. However…. It is….’

Even though it is the perfect job for Kento, Tsubasa’s uneasiness is showing. There is a catch in it….

Kento: ‘.....What? What’s wrong, Tsubasa. You seem to have something to say.’

Tsubasa: ‘.....Yes. To be honest…. The producer said he would like Aizome-san to do be in charge of the nails…..’

Kento: ‘Eh…. Me, the nails….?’

Part 2

The producer’s wish is not only a shock to Kento but also lets even Tsubasa sweat since she knows how clumsy he is. Both his teammates are amused about this ironic decision, however, they also advise him to not accept the offer to protect his image. But Kento is anything but happy with their advice.

Kento: ‘Wait, why am I in charge of the nails?’

Tsubasa: ‘「Aizome-san seems to have a good sense of doing various collaborative designs, and looks to be skilful」.... is what he said.’

Goshi: ‘Looks to be skilful, huh.’

Kento: ‘......’

Tsubasa: ‘Putting fashion aside, I thought it was necessary to consult about the nails as soon as possible.’

Kento: ‘I see, huh. Thanks, Tsubasa. Certainly, this is a bitーー’

Goshi: ‘It’s impossible.’

Yuta: ‘He’s right. It’s better to reject the offer, Kenken.’

Kento: ‘Ha? Why must I be told that by you two?’

Yuta: ‘I mean, isn’t it like that? Gochin….’

Goshi: ‘What reason, you know it best yourself, don’t you. Listen, your clumsiness is not at a level where it can be managed with superficial skill. If you do accept the offer, it will trouble both the performers and staff.’

Kento: ‘Wait, don’t go that far.’

Goshi: ‘No matter how you think about it, it does. If you take that job on, your image will drop. It’s not necessary for the narcissist to embarrass himself.’

Yuta: ‘Yes, I agree with Gochin. I think it’s better to not overdo it. Or it’s possible to get you in charge of the clothes’ coordination somehow….’

Kento: ‘.....Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Y-Yes.’

Kento: ‘I accept the offer.’

Yuta: ‘Kenken!?’

Goshi: ‘....This time I’m not provoking you, I’m seriously worried.’

Yuta: ‘That’s true! Since Gochin has been so honest, it’s better for Kenken to also be honest!!’

Kento: ‘No. I think I’m a guy who doesn’t have to be told that.’

Goshi: ‘You, are you sober?’

Kento: ‘Of course. Even if I’m poor at it, it doesn’t mean I can’t do it. With my own hands, I’ll give the girls some cute fingernails.’

Kento: ‘If I succeed, I will let you bow down to me.’

Goshi: ‘What the.’

(I wonder if he will be really fine, Aizome-san….?)

Part 3

Kento’s practice period for the performance begins. Because of his clumsiness he is not popular amongst the others when it comes to nail care, he rather makes them fear him….

Tsubasa: ‘Good morning, Aizome-san. Let’s work hard together today.’

Kento: ‘Morning, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Oh, today you brought a lot of luggage with you….’

Kento: ‘Those are tools for doing nails. For the sake of my self-study, I collected them all on my own. I brought tools with me so that everyone can become my practice partner during the breaks.’

Tsubasa: ‘Practice partner?’

Kento: ‘Yeah. ….Yuta, come here for a minute.’

Yuta: ‘Hm? What’s wrong, Kenken?’

Kento: ‘I’ll do nail care, so lend me your hand.’

Yuta: ‘E-Ehm….’

Kento: ‘Come on, quick. When the cuticles are treated to a natural extent, the nails’ health is also good.’

Yuta: ‘I see…..! But, I don’t really~…’

Kento: ‘Aah, look. They are too long, not beautiful at all.’

Yuta: ‘Wait….’

Kento: ‘Don’t move. If you don’t stay still, the tip of the stick willー’

Yuta: ‘Gyaaahー!! I’m being pierced! Kenken, I’m being pierced through!!’

Tsubasa: ‘Are you fine, Yuta-kun!?’

Kento: ‘You’re exaggerating…. Ah, did I soften it with hot water earlier?’

Yuta: ‘Eh!?’

Kento: ‘Oh well, I’ll do that next time. Ok, next one is Goshi. I’ll polish your nails, so give me your hand.’

Goshi: ‘Ha? I don’t need it, don’t touch me as you like…. Ah, hey!’

Kento: ‘Hee, your nails are quite short. Is it because you play the guitar?’

Goshi: ‘Yeah, that’s theーー’

Kento: ‘If so, then I’ll shape them with the file.’

Goshi: ‘!? Are you an idiot, it probably will hurt! What are you rubbing on my skin!!’

Kento: ‘Eh? ….Aah, I see, you slide it in a certain way.’

Goshi: ‘Kuuh…. Stop it! Seriously, blood will come out!!’

Kento: ‘Can you…. be quiet for a bit? I can’t concentrate.’

Yuta: ‘It’s not because you can’t concentrate!’

Goshi: ‘Haa…. You really are too clumsy.’

Kento: ‘Next is….’

Goshi: ‘Don’t just ignore me!’

(Aizome-san…. I wonder if he’ll master it on time for the performance when it looks like this.) _____________

At MooNs’ apartment.

Tsubasa: ‘ーーI will join you again at the meeting place. I am sorry that we can not be together because of the schedule….’

Kazuna: ‘It’s fine. Should something happen, we will contact you. The other thing I’m interested in….. Right, it’s about the materials from earlier.’

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm….’ _____

Hikaru: ‘Howaah!?’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh?’

Hikaru: ‘Hey, wait, Ai-chan! When did my nails become so sparkly!? This is obviously too much, right!?’

Kento: ‘Can you be quiet, even though I’m painting properly, the base coat doesn’t come off well from the brush. Because it looks awkward, I’ll do it again. Before that, first the other nails.’

Hikaru: ‘Uuh, …. I don’t want to sit any longer~! Tatsu, save me~!!’

Kento: ‘Aah, geez, don’t move.’

Kazuna: ‘Ahaha…. Kento seems to be working hard, huh. Even in his free time, I happened to see him reading a book about nails. He says ‘Aah’, and keeps practicing even if he fails.’

Tsubasa: ‘According to Yuta-kun, he seems to have improved in his base skills. He almost no longer pricks the fingers with the stick…’

Kazuna: ‘I see. He does put great effort into it and certainly works hard. Fuh….it’s very much like Kento.’

Kento: ‘Okay, with this we’re done. Doesn’t it feel good?’

Hikaru: ‘It really does! My right hand is all shiny!!’

In that moment, Tsubasa finds the right chance to speak to him. Not having noticed her before, Kento is surprised at her presence. She is the last person he wants to be a witness to his mistakes.

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, Aizome-san.’

Kento: ‘Hm?’

Tsubasa: ‘If it is possible, can I become your practice partner too? Be it the base, coating practicing, anything is fine, please let me be of use.’

Kento: ‘Thanks, Tsubasa. But…. Right now, I can only accept your thoughts.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh...why? It is good to gain more experience, and improve faster, so please don’t hold back.’

Kento: ‘No, it’s not that I’m holding back. I’m not yet at the level where I can make Tsubasa’s lovely hands even more beautiful. I’m going to do some more practice with male hands.’

Kento: ‘I will come to you when I improv even more and gain confidence. Will you lend me your strength when that time comes?’

Tsubasa: ‘Aizome-san…. Yes, of course.’

Kento: ‘Thanks. Now, that all is said…. Next is Kazuna. Put the documents away, and come here.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh? Me?’

Kento: ‘You can still speak while having your nails done, right?’

Kazuna: ‘Ah, wait a moment….! That water, it’s hot, you know!?’

Kento: ‘Eh, it’s not cooled down yet?’

Kazuna: ‘K-Kento….’

Part 4

(The performance is coming closer, but in the end, Aizome-san didn’t reach out to me. Yesterday, it was KiLLER KiNG’s turn to be practice partners, and they were talking about it but…. But I can’t do anything.)

(I wish I can help a bit if it’s possible.)

Makeup artist: ‘Aah….The irritation of my fingertips is getting a bit worse. I need to be careful not to use too much of the nail polish remover.’

(Eh….?)

Kento: ‘Aah, even though I changed it to something weaker, it looks like it was a bit late. I’m also carrying hand cream with me, it surely will heal soon.’

Ryuji: ‘Hehe, …. you seem to be really serious this time, Kento.’

Kento: ‘Oh, you came, Ryu.’

Ryuji: ‘Just a while ago. So? Is the nail study going well?’

Kento: ‘Of course. It feels like even the goddess of beauty is my friend.’

Ryuji: ‘Hee….’

Kento: ‘.....Why are you laughing at that?’

Ryuji: ‘It’s nothing. Well, if that’s the case, shall I be your partner as well?’

Kento: ‘Eh?’

Ryuji: ‘With both Yuta and Akane, it looked absurd. Hence why I thought that I will definitely reject being your practice partner. If you say that the goddess of beauty became your friend, I wonder if it’s fine to leave it to you then.’

Kento: ‘Hee. Even though you ran away before I could talk to you the other day?’

Ryuji: ‘I changed my mind. Come, you have to do it fast, we don’t have time.’

Ryuji: ‘For the polish, use this one. Ah, only because it’s coating practice, I don’t want my skin to be cut, at all.’

Kento: ‘Fuuh...Understood. Then I won’t hold back.’ _______________

Kento: ‘.......’

Tsubasa: ‘Oh? Aizome-san…. Hello. What are you doing here?’

Kento: ‘I can concentrate since it’s quiet here. The photoshoot is soon as well, and I slowly need to complete the nail design. I wonder how to feel about it. Can you let me hear your opinion too, Tsubasa?’

Tsubasa: ‘Waah, how lovely. Simple yet adult-like….’

Kento: ‘Right? Like this, it will suit any girl, I think. Oh, I did so on purpose as it doesn’t become stiff.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, I see. Moreover, it is really lovely. Because the design is not too flashy, there will be no problems even at formal places.’

Kento: ‘I’m glad to hear that. Then, shall I go with it? For now, try it out with the fingertip and check the tint…. If you think it’s okay, then I’d like to do the same once before the performance.’

Kento: ‘Tsubasa, if it’s possible, would you help me with it?’

Tsubasa: ‘.....! With me, are you sure?’

Kento: ‘Of course. I said I’d come to you when I’m confident enough, right? I think I finally can decorate Tsubasa’s hand so I want to ask you. What do you think?’

Tsubasa: ‘Aizome-san…. If you are fine with me, with pleasure.’

Kento: ‘Thanks. I will make you even more lovely, so look forward to it.’

Part 5

Kento and Tsubasa are meeting up at a café. The moment where she can be helpful to him finally came.

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, the shop, he said…. I wonder if this café is here?’

Kento: ‘I’m here, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘I am sorry to have let you wait, Aizome-san.’

Kento: ‘It’s fine, I didn’t wait at all. Here, sit down.’

Tsubasa: ‘Thank you very much. Uhm, you said this café…. Today is your day off, am I right?’

Kento: ‘Yeah. An acquaintance manages it, and has an adjoining nail salon. I thought it came at the right time and asked them. The tools are all here and we don’t need to care about being in the public eye. Like that, we can spend our time together to our heart’s content.’

Tsubasa: ‘U-Uhm….’

Kento: ‘Heh, I was joking. Shall we start now that we talked this much?’

Kento: ‘First, I will go with a hand massage. May I take your hand, princess?’ ________

Kento: ‘......’

(Aizome-san, he’s been silent since then. It may be the first time that he doesn’t talk, even though it’s only us here. What an amazing concentration. Moreover, with such carefulness too….)

Kento: ‘.....Yes. With this, we are finished.’

Kento: ‘It’s completed, Tsubasa. It took a while but isn’t it as designed?’

Tsubasa: ‘Thank you, Aizome-san. Amazing…. It is flawless.’

Kento: ‘Yeah, I feel like it turned out better than expected.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! Not only is the gradation beautiful, but it is also lovely how the colour changes slightly with the angle.’

Kento: ‘You think? If you are this pleased, then I’m happy.’

Kento: ‘It probably was troublesome that I couldn’t give you a decent talk even once since I was too focused. It was hard to breathe, right? I’m sorry, Tsubasa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Do not be! You were so serious, and careful…. I was impressed. If it is this level of perfection, I think the performance will definitely go well too.’

Kento: ‘Fuuh…. That would be great.’

Kento: ‘Thanks for keeping me company. You really helped me out.’

Tsubasa: ‘No, to have such lovely nails done, I am the one to say thank you.’

Tsubasa: ‘Ah… But, did you leave the paint on when practicing?’

Kento: ‘No. I couldn’t leave the others as they were, so I removed it. I won’t do that in the performance though. Ah, I wonder if that is troublesome.

Tsubasa: ‘No, they are so cute that I want to leave them on for a little while I think….. Is that fine?’

Kento: ‘Tsubasa….Of course. However, if you want them removed, you can always reach out to me. I will properly tend to them.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, thank you very much.’

Kento: ‘Yeah. Ah….. right, as the finishing touches, don’t forget the nail oil. Give me your hand once more.’

Tsubasa: ‘Ah….’

Kento: ‘Lavendel, rose….. chamomile…. I wonder what kind of scent would suit these beautiful fingertips.’

END __________________________ * I sadly have no idea what this sentence means, to be honest. I can vaguely understand but can’t put it into a coherent English sentence, so this is more of a literal translation.

#b project #b-rproject #kento aizome #thrive #myps #card:2019

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chocoholicannanymous · 4 years

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Rant and Rave (Teen Wolf)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except an twisted imagination and way too many plotbunnies.

Also this hasn’t been in any way betad, and might end up edited to hell and back. For now I’m calling it a complete ficlet though.

Revamp of episode 2:08, Raving.

Rant and Rave

“Your dad home?”

It takes Allison almost a minute to realize that yes, the display's correct and it is Stiles at the other end. In her defense, it's not beyond the realm of possibility that Scott would have borrowed Stiles's phone to call her. Also, she's never heard Stiles sound this way, sound so serious.

Of course, they've been kanima hunting, and that's reason enough to be serious she supposes.

“Are, did everything go okay?”

Stiles laughs, sharp and bitter, and oh no.

“Yeah, no, funny story, we're kind of fucked on that. Oh, we caught the kanima alright. We just lost it.”

Allison's too...well, scared, really, to ask again, and so she walks towards her parents' bedroom, listening to Stiles's labored breaths. It sounds, she muses, like he's about to have a panic attack – or just had one.

The bedroom's empty, and she continues downstairs.

“See, we got the circle up, and everyone was in position. We were golden. And then all hell broke loose.

“Scott was attacked.”

At first Allison doesn't really react, because well, that's happened before, and Scott's always been okay. Always healed. And then it hits her. Stiles wouldn't call her, sounding like this, if everything was okay.

She stops in the door to her dad's study, mouth half-open and eyes wide.

As if he senses her understanding Stiles speaks up again.

“Find your dad yet?”

She makes a sound that Stiles obviously interprets (correctly) as “yes”.

“He know where your mom is?”

Allison's not sure where Stiles is going with this. Why he's asking about her parents when he should be telling her how Scott is. Then again, it's Stiles. She's gotten used to his randomness, his tendency to jump between subjects, to chase down connections no one else sees. This is probably another one of those.

Or he's decided that the kanima problem is too big for them, that they need to step aside and let the adults handle this one. That they need to let the hunters handle it.

That doesn't seem like Stiles, but. Scott's been attacked. She's pretty sure that means all bets are off.

“Ehm, yeah. Dad? You know where mom is?” She looks questioningly at her dad, who shakes his head and mouths “out”. “No. Out somewhere. Why do you want to know? Do we... Do you need help?”

In front of her Allison sees her dad come to attention, ready for action – though not action, not yet – and she can see the wheels spinning in his head, scenarios being run through.

“Not now. Maybe your dad can be useful later, if we figure out another plan to deal with the kanima, but that's not a priority right now.”

Because Scott. Scott's always going to be Stiles's priority, along with the sheriff of course. She's heard them joking, the two of them, about how Stiles would let the world burn as long as his dad and Scott were safe. It never did quite sound like a joke.

“Can you just tell me what happened? Please.”

Another sharp laugh – or well, laugh-related sound.

“Please. Such a pretty word. I wonder if Scott used it.

“As I said, Scott was attacked. Ran down with a car and locked up in a room with wolf's-bane smoke. The plan was apparently to trigger a massive asthma attack. Remember Erica in the library? Her seizure? Werewolf healing might stop nine out of ten seizures from even registering, but it didn't heal the actual epilepsy. Just as it didn't heal Scott's asthma.

“Which, by the by, is bad enough that no one would question it if he died from it. Not with the smoke, and the assumption that he'd been dancing, and the amount of times Scott's been hospitalized. Add that he didn't have an inhaler with him...”

Allison feels like someone's punched her. Wolf's-bane means hunters, and the only hunters in Beacon Hills at the moment are supposed to be theirs. Hers.

“Was it... Is he..?”

“We had to let the kanima go, because there was no way to help Scott otherwise. Now, I'm not exactly fast, so obviously the wolves got there before me, but you know what happens when you're human and a bit behind? People get so focused on the wolves leading the chase that they forget to watch out for anyone else. They forget that they need to hide from humans too.

“I saw Scott's attacker sneaking away. And to no one's surprise, the Argents are at it again.

“Though to be honest, I actually am surprised that your mom decided to get her own hands dirty.”

For a moment Allison forgets to breathe – this must be how Scott felt her mind helpfully suggests – and then practically chokes on air. Her mom, attacking Scott? Why? Only she knows, just like Stiles knows.

“I told the deputy interviewing me everything. Not the werewolf part, obviously, but how your mom's a racist bitch who thought Scott wasn't worthy of touching her daughter. Honestly, who's to say that if he hadn't been a werewolf his Mexican heritage wouldn't have set her off anyway.”

There's an edge to Stiles' voice that tells Allison that it's experience speaking, and she hates it.

“Here's what's going to happen. Your mom's going to be arrested. Now, I know that usually in these circumstances you and your dad would provide your mom with an alibi for tonight. This time you won't. No,” he cuts her protest off before she's even sure what it is. “You are going to be honest about your mom being out tonight, and her opinion when it comes to you and Scott, and you should make sure your dad is too. You're going to do it, regardless of how it'll drag the Argent name through the mud again, because I'm making it your best option.

“After all, psycho racist bitch killing her daughter's boyfriend might be a tarnish on the family name, but it is a hell of a lot better than what I will do otherwise.”

There's icy steel in Stiles' voice, and Allison realizes that she believes him, that she's actually a little afraid of him. In other circumstances, she can't help think, Stiles would have made an excellent hunter.

Then again, in a way he already is a hunter, only his prey isn't the supernatural but the unjust.

“If you even hint at protecting her I'm going to tell the sheriff's department, hell, I'll do one better and call the FBI – seeing as Scott's dad works for them and he might as well be useful for once – and tell them I can prove your mom worked with her dear departed sister-in-law to kill the Hale family.

“Faking the evidence for that wouldn't even be hard. In fact, looking at everything it'd be so easy I'm not even sure it's not the truth. And who knows where an investigation like that would end up.”

Allison wants to protest, wants to claim her mom would never do that, only... She can't. She loves her mom, knows it goes both ways, but Victoria Argent is a hard woman. It's only love that makes Allison want to claim her mom'd never do that, and not even love can make her actually believe it.

“Okay.” The word comes out so soft she has to repeat herself to make sure Stiles nears it. “Okay. I'll tell them. I promise. And I'll talk to dad. Just... Why are you telling me all this? If you really think there's a chance I'd protect mom after she hurt Scott, then why reveal this much to me?”

There's an ugly laugh, and god, she's really beginning to hate those.

“Oh, I'd love to believe you'll do the right thing, Allison. I'd love to be able to trust that it hasn't just been Scott in this, that you've loved him like he loved you. But the truth? I can't afford to do that, and every second you're talking to me is a second you can't use to protect your mom.”

And as much as it hurts to have her loyalty questioned Allison gets it. She's done stupid things before because of her family. This time'll be different though, she swears it.

“I hope so. Look, I'm almost at the hospital, so I'm going to need to hang up.”

“You're going to see Scott? Tell him... No. I'll come see him as soon as I can get away, okay?”

There's a harsh choked-off sound at the other end, and for a moment Allison thinks that the calls ended. Then she wishes it had. She just stands there, staring at nothing, only coming to life again as the front door opens.

“I have to go. My mom's home.”

Stiles' last words echo in her head as her mom asks why she's still up, as her dad comes out to ask if everything is okay, as the doorbell rings. They are still echoing as the sheriff leads her mom out.

“We'll be in the morgue.”

~The End ~

#chocoholic fics #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #allison argent #scott mccall #allison pov #in 2019 we finish our wips #have a heap of angst

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Rylan sneaks a peek into his brother's room seeing them both asleep, deciding to not wake them and just head to work. Reminding himself to just not mention certain things again as he walks through the snow. As he reaches the shelter he realizes he is the first one there, shrugging his shoulders, just starting on the general morning routine of feeding everyone.

“I guess he won't be here today...well done me!” “Oh! Rylan. Isn't today Christmas Eve?

Looks at her clock.

“What are you doing here?” “Oh, ehm... I figured the animals still needed the standard care regardless off the day, and I have nothing better to do right now. I hope it's okay?” “Yes, of course. So you haven't seen River, have you? And did you invite him for Christmas?” “No, not seen him since he left yesterday after the decorating.”

He looks at the food he is carrying in his arms.

“Yeah, I did, if you want him home I'd understand of course.” “So he wasn't lying... “

Sighs mostly just talking to herself.

“Just, I grounded him yesterday and he said he couldn't be grounded because he had Christmas with you. I had hoped you had seen him, because when I went to check him this morning he had sneaked out and took all his savings with him and now I'm worried...” “Oh... No I'm sorry I haven't seen him...”

Wonders why he was grounded.

“I'll just go back to what I was doing, if that is okay?” “Yes. Of course. Sorry.”

Rylan nods and goes back to what he was in the middle off excusing the delay to some of the dogs that had been waiting. Picking up his phone when he was done, but instead of messaging River he puts it back down again and keeps working.

“Hay Hay?”

Hayden moves slightly having woken Vy by mumbling in his sleep, then by a well-known growling sound from his stomach.

“ Vy?“ “Morning, hay hay!"

Stretches just like a cat as Hayden moves off his lap.

“You talk when you sleep!” “I do? About what?” “ I don't know. I don't understand it most of the time... You mumble mostly!” “ Hmh.. I don't remember speaking.. How much energy did you give me..”

As he sits up stretching, he realizes he feels almost well compared to how tired he was the day before, and he knows there is only one person who would be able to pull that off.

“I was cold and you were warm...”

He stretches a little more and sits up, placing his hands on Hayden's cheek, to get a feel for him and smiles, happy to see he's better then when he went to bed, a green glow forming around him.

“You're cold again, good cold!” “And all thanks to you”.

Leans against Vy's hand, before his stomach reminds him why he woke up.

“Are you hungry?”

Vy nods pulling his hand back and smiles at Hayden getting off the bed.

“Think there's still some sweet bread? And mocha!” “Mocha I think I can guarantee, sweet bread not so sure, but I know if he is home my dad can go... No... A better idea! Let's go to a cafe for breakfast, would you like too?” “Yes!” “I know a place, I think you will like it.”

Smiles, pushing himself out of bed stretching, his body making a creaky sound from sleeping so long.

“Just let me get dressed after a quick shower, do you want one too, shower I mean?”

Rummages through his drawer to find some clothing, then looks back at Vy.

“Yes, I'll shower in my room, don't worry!”

He smiles, aware he has a room right next to Hayden's despite spending most of his time in Hayden's.

So, shower, clean clothes, and breakfast!”

Hayden nods, watching as Vy walks out of his room and over to his own. He almost forgets he has it, as the generally tends to be in his. His parents sometimes making the joke that he doesn’t need it. After a quick cold shower, he stands just looking at himself in the mirror, lost in his own thoughts.

“ I wonder... Should I maybe tell him... “

Shaking his head, he hangs the towel back up, and walks back to his room, waiting for Vy to join him so they can head out. Vy takes a hot shower and gets dressed quickly, walking out, hair still wet waving when he sees Hayden.

“Hay hay! I'm ready!” “Good, we'll just tell my dads where heading out and then we are off.”

Takes Vy's hand as he walks down the stairs a little because he is a little vary of stairs, but mostly because it feels right.

“Ehm... were going out into the cold Vy, your hair is still wet?” “Oh.. Yes! Let me just fix that!”

He runs into his room and pulls a package from under his bed, wrapped in brown paper with pretty gold thread holding the paper in place, and dried leaves decorating it, "Hay Hay" written on it. Quickly drying his hair, before he sneaks down and puts it under the tree before going back towards where Hayden is, seeing him talking to his dad, turning around as he comes towards them.

“Better, now let’s go.”

Hayden leads Vy mostly the same way they would walk to the shelter, but takes a left where they would normally take right, a cozy building coming into sight.

“There, its cafe, a small inn, and somewhere I used to sing on occasion”

The building is fully Christmas decorated, with a full Santas sleigh standing outside.

“And they have the best chocolate cake here which is why I wanted to take you.” “Chocolate cake!

He smiles eagerly going in with Hayden, admiring all the decorations. Despite living so close to the place.

“I never came here... I don't go to a lot of places... I mean. I go now, with you, which is good. Can we have mocha?” “I came here more when we just moved here, but it became too long to walk mostly. But, I wanted to take you.”

He opens the door, both greeted by the smell of freshly made coffee and baked goods, Christmas music playing in the background. Vy getting a little annoyed when the song playing happens to be "All I Want for Christmas", but shows it aside, smiling at the scents and decoration.

“It's pretty here. Cozy.”

He leads Vy to the place where they can order, the man behind the desk clearly knowing him from before.

“Ah, Ice coffee and I believe our special ice cream macarons?” “You still remember that?” “Not many order cold drinks and food son” “I guess not. And a large Mocha with extra chocolate and cream.. and hmh..”

looks at Vy

“What cake or so would you want.” “If I may, there is a peanut and dark chocolate cake that we are quite famous for if you would like to try?”

Vy nods, standing close to Hayden, trying to appear small and unnoticed.

“Yes... I'd like it.” “Then we’ll have one really big slice of that as well as the other stuff, thank you.”

He pays and takes Vy with him to a table by the window.

“They really do have the best cakes here, and its the only place I know that has ice in some of them.”

At the same time in San Mushyno River is running between shops looking for the latest DnD campaign set.

“But this isn't the latest!... Where else can I try?”

The shop clerk gives him a few places he can try.

“Okay, thanks... “

He scratches the back off his head and looks at his phone, quickly messaging Rylan.

"Sorry that I can't be with you at work today. Grounded."

Rylan is just about to take a couple of dogs out when he feels his phone vibrate, picking it up, reading the message before messaging back.

“Yeah, your mom mentioned... She also mentioned you snuck out?”

He puts the phone back into his pocket and goes back to work.

“Yuss!”

As he finally found the DnD campaign game set Rylan wanted he takes a deep breath of relief, and wraps it, careful to wrap it as well as he can, putting a pretty green ribbon that kinda looks like Rylan's eye color. Puts it on a store bag and leaves. Then he picks his phone and flinches as he reads Rylan’s message.

“I had to sneak otherwise she wouldn't let me go spend Christmas with a certain dragon merman princess...I mean I’m hoping the princess will still have me for Christmas?

Rylan finnishes cleaning the last off the Kennels as he feels his phone vibrate again. Looking at it smiling slightly.

“Can bring Lobo with me home? He could use a day away from the shelter. And yes, I still want to celebrate with you. Oh.. And your mom was pretty worried about you, maybe send her a message? I told her I had asked you to spend Christmas with me. “

Puts the phone back down, walking over to Lobo.

“I'm sure you'd like to come... Right old boy?” “Wooooof”

River smiles at the message letting go of a relieved sigh, messages back as he walks:

“Yes, bring Lobo. he'll love your house, and he's friendly to cats, so it'll be fine with your cat. And I'll message her. I'll meet you at your place later? At what time you want me there?”

Looks around the full metro station in San My, checking at what times the trains leave.

“Well then old man, you are celebrating Christmas with me, just be nice to Felix right?” “Woooof!”

Rylan goes looking for Lobos leash, answering River as he walks.

“In a couple of hours? I need to finish here and then walk home.”

he winks at Lobo.

“And we need to get his gift, but he doesn't need to know that!” “Woof” “Exactly!”

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*slams fists on table* MYSTELEON

I knew you wouldnt disappoint! :D tho you already know most of these lmaoo lotsa credit to @herbofoo anyway, i dont remember which of these you came up with but Patchwork wouldnt be the same without your Good Good Content! (And of course thanks for all your patience as i cry about comics lmao)

I’ve lost all shame long since ive started shipping them so brace yourself for the self-indulgent cheese that is Chameleon/Mysterio in my Patchwork verse. (its reallly. really Melodramatic. i gave up all pretense.. also under the cut cuz its long..)

ask meme

Who cooks:

Mysterio! Although Chameleon is objectively The Superior Cook thanks to the long years of being a servant to picky russian nobility BUT exactly because of that, he really doesnt enjoy it, even less when cooking for others and not just himself. So it is usually Beck who prepares meals (that are not bad either, they are just simpler) but as often as they can, they eat out. That said, Cham is very well aware Quentin loves his cooking so sometimes, he makes them something. (Being sick isnt so bad when it means Chammy bringin you a big bowl of hot borscht :)

On the other hand, Cham has quite a sweet tooth which Q notices Fast and decides to learn how to bake. It took more effort and failed tries than it could have, mostly because he got cocky, how hard could this be and just. kept forgetting he put stuff in the oven.. But now he makes quite delicious cookies n cakes which make Dmitri almost tear up because tasty + Quentin baked something Specifically for him??

Who does the laundry and other chores:

Mysterio’s laundry is usually booby trapped so he has to clean it himself and he doesnt even let Cham near it. And he keeps forgetting gadgets in his civvies. Not to mention that again, for the same servant reason, Cham really doesnt enjoy house chores in general, so he usually just gets his own clothes cleaned somewhere else (especially since his fancy suits and even fancier gowns are the highest quality and delicate materials, he doesnt even Know how to clean them..)

As for the rest of the chores, its pretty balanced, although Cham has more of an eye for things that needs to be cleaned up (and Beck already has cooking duties) so he does a tad more.

How many children do they have + Any pets:

In my Patchwork universe there’s a whole Thing about Leon, the Chameleon of the Ultimate universe but I’ve tried to type up a short summary and failed, it’s a long story lmao ^^;; and anyway he isnt exactly their kid, he is just much younger than them and they ended up sorta mentoring him.

However, they have Celavi, the escaped ex-spy beluga.(Yes, it started as a joke based on this post that accidentally grew more and more serious until @herbofoo and me were too attached to let it go) She counts pretty much as their adopted daughter that they both spoil to hell and back, I mean no surprise, she saved Cham’s life once and sometimes, she helps out with heists. (Mostly for the show, you should have SEEN the look on Spider’s face when a beluga splashed him. He is used to humanoid sharks, to Hydroman.. not like. real life beluga that LAUGHS at him) Beck’s voice: “Dont you dare to insult her, SHE IS PERFECT AND FLAWLESS and A GOODNESS INCARNATE!! -she is literally a deserted russian spy that was trained to gather everything that could be used to harm USA-yea, i have a soft spot for those ;)“

She was always surprisingly clever so she never really counted as a “pet” and at one point, she even bonds with a symbiote (together they are Vague, again long story ah ha). They dont talk but have quite some range of vocalisations so communication isnt a problem.

Who’s more dominant:

They both have pretty dominant strong personalities (ok chameleon’s a bit more complicated with that but like.) with big egos who dont like others questioning their superiority. (Of course not at the level of like Doc Ock etc, they are surprisingly flexible and good team players that can be willing to let someone else take the spotlight if they are Nice) But the whole point of their relationship is that neither of them is dominant over the other, they get enough of that literally everywhere else. It’s very reassuring to be so sure that they are on equal footing, cooperating, no hidden nooses around their neck. Especially in their line of work of course!

(Also, for the other interpretation of this question: anythin remotely sexual happens Pretty Late in the story and both of them are somewhere on the ace spectrum so it doesnt happen that often but they are both verses tho Beck bottoms more)

Favorite nonsexual activity:

MOVIES!! Sprawled on the giant comfy couch, closer than technically needed, cuddling and watching old movies with great special effects and/or great actors! Listening to Beck excitedly rant through the most dramatic speech of the story as he explains how the next cliffhanger is done with hydraulics! Focusing so hard on the stars in his eyes and his excited tone and gestures and just the tone of his voice you forgot to listen to the words themselves! Watching Cham’s face flawlessly mimic the faces on the screen in a blink of an eye and secretly guessing which one will he pick next. Feeling his head slowly fall on your shoulder, eyes closed, his mask smooth but not tense, instead just.. peaceful. Slight ping of annoyance, after all, this is A Classic movie dammit, but it’s gone in a second because Mitya hasnt slept since thursday and you are just relieved he is finally getting his rest. Feeling his warmth under your hand on his shoulders and suddenly never ever wanting to get up again.. EHM. anyway

PLANING HEISTS TOGETHER!! and more or less successfully executing them but planning is actually even more fun aside from the Big Reveals and Entrances which are actually harder to coordinate than one would think!

Lots of shobiz/job talk actually, they really enjoy what they do! Lots of people already mentioned that in their hc compilations but i agree, they love goin to see all kinds of movies and plays and performances as well as acting various scenes with one another!

Their favorite place to be together:

NEW YORK CITY BABEYY. Sure they love to travel and see other countries (and cause mayhem there) but.. they love their mess of a city, it’s never the same without the webhead around as well as the bazillion of other heroes n villains bashin each other’s heads.

Any traditions:

Oh so many pop culture references and inside jokes, oh my god. One time, they spent the entire heist (and its planning period) speaking strictly in famous movie lines and titles, Max and other sixers tried to join but didnt last too long :’D

Beck also has a habit of taking pictures of people with Interesting faces or styles he sees and sends them to Cham. Also another fanon classic: together they have a running game, disguising themselves as moderately famous people and the other guessing who..

Their “song”:

‘This is me’ from the Greatest Showman, i just live for the two of them singin it in Cham’s car,off key but fully immersed and living it.

What they do for each other on holidays:

Neither of them are religious but that doesnt stop Beck from going ALL OUT at any opportunity, Sin Six doesn’t do any heists around holidays because you Know he’d make them dress for the occasion or worse, write them themed lines… They still meet for Christmas and Hanukkah and sometimes other holidays too because this is my AU and you can pry festivities-related shenanigans from my cold, cold hands. It’s always at Beck’s place tho because he can turn his hideout into the tackiest holiday-themed showcase but he aint roping them into it.

On the other hand, Cham despises American commercialized holidays in general and Christmas time especially, since it’s not a big thing in Russia and also once again, he has family issues for days. (Although relatively speaking, he is pretty over these, he is not gonna like mope around or anything)

Anyway, what they do for each other is that they try to compromise, Dmitri doesnt sneer at stupid kitsch decorations every 5 minutes and Quentin ..chills a little. :’D To be fair, Beck makes everything fun and having Cham there makes Beck appreciate the details more instead of just goin into BETTER!BIGGER! frenzy.

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

After the fuckin Ages of pinning, when they finally end up together for realsies, they wanted somethin Big and Flashy! (Well Beck wanted and Cham kinda too but also with the option to merge with the crowd unnoticed and take some chill time) Anyway they went on a whole world wide tour! Starting with a luxury cruise, they took their time, lots of crime sprees to plan and execute, lots of local shows to see, lots of dumb heroes to fool, they’re gonna have it all!

Where did they first meet:

Around the time when Cham and Hammerhead had their criminal empire running Fisk to the ground, Otto decided the Sin Six should team up with them for their ressources needed on one heist or something. They agreed but Cham insisted on actually going in the field, it’s been a while since he really stretched his face legs like this and the mafia life was starting to bore him. Doc made him team up with Mysterio much to the fishbowl’s dismay because why do they need another disguise artist?? He is the Master Of Illusions dammit, he can run circles around this guy, what the fuck Otto?? So at the start, he pouts and fumes under his helmet and in general he is his v unpleasant self but… He can’t help but notice that the new guy is a real professional, he even uses Traditional masks, he likes the same movies… And most importantly, he is actually interested in Mysti’s craft, asking questions and even LISTENING to his long winded answers… At one point he even wondered if that X thing was meant as a HOMMAGE to the Y movie, the Six never did that!! (Usually the rest of the sixers dont know the reference, heathens, and when they do, they mock him for it, that he’s copying ideas and mixin them ridiculously. BUT THIS GUY GETS IT!!) So it doesn’t take long for them to hit it off, of course at this point without any real Trust behind it but it’s a start.

(Though Beck does pay a visit to Otto like, buddy pal i know you’ve been planning on manipulating these crimelords to your end somehow and honestly, any other day i’d be down, i actually had a robot prepared for my own backstab but i was thinking they werent that bad and maybe we Could hold our end of the bargain this time and just. leave each other on good terms? Mabye? Obviously it’s purely out of respect for our teammate Kraven since him and Chameleon seem to have some history, nothing more, definitely nothing to do with how bright Cham’s eyes were when i was showing him the back of my stage… )

What do they fight over:

this whole post has been a mountain of cheese but im bringing more! Honestly, goin through my notes on Patchwork, their biggest arguments have always been about.. the other one not taking proper care of himself :’D Or them lashing out because they were scared and worried about the other and they cant stand being so vulnerable while the other pretends it’s not a big deal because they dont know how to handle genuine concern directed at them.

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

GIVE!!! BECK!!!! HIS!!!! ISLAND!!!!!!They actually do have one, it’s where Celavi spends most of the time and they visit her often. But never for too long, neither of them can actually spend too long doing nothing..

#dmitri smerdyakov #mysterio #quentin beck #chameleon #sinister six #marvel #spidey #spider man #hey i got 30 followers here nice! so have some long boring rambles! :D #31 actually wow nice nice !!#patchwork #kao posts

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