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spicy-tomato · 3 years

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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

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susiequaz12 · 3 years

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Carrot Top 26- Self Betrayal

Here is part 26 of Andrew’s story, and Whumptober day 5. Carrot Boi’s masterlist is here, and his previous part is here. Prompt: Betrayal. This chapter is a bit long, it’s a little bit of a recap to all that happened, but still important to the story.

CW: bandages, unconscious whumpee, references to multiple past injuries, references to beatings, mentions of blood, possessive whumper, dehumanization.

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Dr. Tusik and Justin had just finished bandaging up Andrew’s feet, when Ali and Mickie showed up into the room.

Mickie stood in the doorway, holding onto the door frame, while Ali cautiously approached the bed.

“How- how’s he doing?” She asked.

Tusik set down the roll of bandages in his hand.

“Better. Much better. We bandaged his back and his feet just fine and he’s getting an iv for some fluids right now.”

“He fell back sleep a few moments ago.” Justin added. “He’ll probably be fine, but he- he just seems so out of it-” There was a seeming hollowness to Justin’s face. A dissociation after seeing his injuries, or a mental block- to keep him from thinking about it all. He kept finding things to busy him as he spoke. Picking up a bandage and moving it around, putting random things away- “-It’s like he doesn’t know where he is, or what’s going on.”

“Justin is right.” Tusik nodded. “I’m afraid the bulk of his recovery is going to be mental. There’s only so many bandages and stitches we can use.”

Mickie stepped forward on shaky legs, her eyes not once moving off of her brother.

“Actually- we, we had an idea about that. About how to help.”

“Go on.” Tusik stated.

Mickie looked towards Ali as she began to explain.

“I’ve gone inside someone’s mind before. I can- sorta view their memories.” Justin came to stand near his girlfriend as she spoke, fiddling with her hands. “I don’t do it often because unless someone lets me, I have to force my way into their mind, and I- I don’t-” She breathed deeply. Justin reached down to squeeze her hand. “I don’t prefer to-But I could. With Andrew- for Andrew. I could go in his mind and be able to understand everything that happened.”

“Are you sure Vnuchka?” The Dr. set down the tool in his hand to face the girl. “You won’t overexert yourself? You’ve already done quite a bit of healing today.”

Ali returned the squeeze to Justin’s hand and nodded.

“I- I can do it. I have to.”

Mickie nodded. “Think about it anyways- Howe was useless. He didn’t know what happened, he just patched Andrew up. If he- when he wakes up- like, fully wakes up- he’s probably not going to be the same immediately.” Mickie took a step closer to the bed and reached out her hand, but quickly pulled it back. “He might have- have triggers, or stuff that bothers him, that’ll send him back there you know? It’ll- it’ll be better if we can know what happened so that we can be careful and avoid hurting him even more.”

“You’re saying he- he might have, what? PTSD?” Justin asked.

“It’s a very real possibility, Justin.” Tusik stated. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he developed at least a bit of trauma from all that he’s been through.”

“It’ll be better for him in the long run if at least one of us knows what happened.” Ali stated. “I can do it- I’ve got the strength still.”

“Alright.” Tusik said. “Go ahead, dear.”

Ali glanced around. “I’ll need everyone to leave, please.” Reluctantly, and after some pestering, Mickie and Justin left the room. “Tusik? You too?”

The old doctor tried to protest but Ali gave him a stern look. She needed to be alone. He could leave his patient for a few moments.

“Thank you.”

“Careful vnuchka. I’ll be right outside.”

Ali nodded, and then sat on the edge of the bed. He looked so incredibly still. She glanced above his head to the wall where all his memories and keepsakes were kept.

Posters from bands and musicals covered his walls, except for a section above the bed- that was plastered with millions of photos. Polaroids- paper cutouts, printed photos- the wall was covered with smiling faces of Ali, Justin, his mom- sisters, and everyone else he held dear. It was a menagerie of color and euphoria, plastered in a beautiful disarray. It was Andrew.

Ali took a closer look, and let her eyes linger on the memories.

There was that photo he’d taken of her covered in popcorn during their first movie night. She had woken up with kernels still in her hair the next morning- they were in seventh grade. A couple pictures of him and his sisters lined the walls. One of them he had Mickie on his back, and was holding Erika in his arms. They were all smiling.

And then there were those of all three of them. Him, Ali, and Justin. When Justin finally opened up to them and became more of a close friend during high school- That trip they took to the amusement park. Ali had a giant stuffed bear in her arms and a hat falling over her eyes, with a boy on either side of her, kissing her cheeks. The two of them had tried for hours competing to win her something from the carnival games. They finally decided to work together, and had stuffed themselves in a photo booth afterwards to document the event.

She wiped away a happy tear from the memory and pulled out her phone, a song coming to her mind.

It was one Andrew always sang. The notes resting easy in his voice, the melody fairly simple. He wasn’t an astounding singer, but he never sounded bad.

The first notes of the piano started echoing, the chords resonating around the room, and Ali breathed.

The moments when Ali had previously entered someone’s mind had been rare occasions. It had only been used in the past for interrogation, or during her training. Never for something this serious.

The room was clear. The noise of the piano cutting through the eerie silence, and she wished that she had kept everyone else in the room- but she could focus better this way.

He was so still- lying there on top of his blankets.

She tried not to look at him too much. She would be already seeing far more than she wanted to know.

She gently pulled herself up onto the bed next to him so they were laying side by side. Her mind instantly flashed to those nights in the summer in high school where they would lay like this and look at the stars.

She reached over and gently grabbed his frail hand in hers. His fingers were limp and cold, but she held tight. She tilted her head to the side until it was brushing up against his, and closed her eyes, right as the singer began to echo the words to the song.

Here I am, Here I am. And the light, is dying.

Ali felt guilt.

She felt Andrew’s guilt. And he felt terrible.

Ali would admit that he had said some hurtful things to her and Justin that night. But nothing felt worse than knowing they could’ve prevented what happened to him.

She could understand that he sincerely believed he had angered his friends, and that because of that, he deserved every single thing that happened to him.

That belief was prominent and clear throughout his whole captivity.

And then Ali felt dread.

That sinking feeling in your gut as something terrible happens, as you get in trouble, or in a situation more terrible than you thought.

Ali felt that pit in her stomach as Andrew was grabbed out of the alleyway. As he was shoved down, restrained, knocked unconscious, and dragged to the man they all hated the most.

Where are you? Where are you? Will you answer me?

And then there was anger.

As Andrew stood in front of that terrible man.

Anger, as he was beaten with a rod, and humiliated.

Ali watched, as Splice made him choose between his instruments of pain. She felt anger rise in herself as her friend was electrocuted. And then, as he was tied up and whipped. Even more, as Splice continued to utilize his library of torment, in just the first few hours of his arrival.

She felt the pain in her shoulders and neck, as he was stretched, and tied down in a torturous position, and left there.

She could feel in her chest as Andrew’s anger turned to confusion, which turned to fear, and then just the will to survive, and remember to breathe. But her anger remained.

That anger bubbled inside her like the blood that broke to the surface of his skin, bubbling, with every word that man spoke. Every touch, every glance, every weapon.

“I want to hear you beg.”

“You’re not that pathetic, are you?”

“You will listen, when I tell you to do something, understand?”

The anger grew inside of Ali as she felt, saw, and witnessed everything that happened to Andrew, but this was just the beginning.

All alone, in the quiet. And my ears, are thirsty.

For a brief spark, there was hope.

She witnessed as Andrew met the young doctor, and felt just a little safer with him.

But then that hope was crushed. Again, and again.

Ali seemed like she was sitting in the room with Andrew, where he lie on the bed next to Howe. But she was floating, just observing everything, helpless, as she watched and witnessed.

Splice approached Andrew where he lay, and she could feel the fear behind his eyes, but there was stubbornness etched onto his face.

She clenched her fists and bit into her cheeks as she tried to remain calm. She had to stay calm- or she would be forced out of Andrew’s mind. But it grew increasingly more difficult the more and more Splice taunted him.

“I gave you a gift. You need to respond politely. Come on now, use your manners.”

Andrew was screaming.

“What do you say?”

There were tears down his face.

He submitted.

And Ali felt betrayal.

She felt Andrew’s betrayal as he had turned against himself, and his desire to stay strong. But he had betrayed the one thing he had told himself he wouldn’t do. He no longer felt strong.

For your voice- for your voice Can you answer me?

The next events Ali witnessed were crushing- literally.

Her fists shook as he remained defiant, refusing to break. As his head was slammed into the table, blood pouring down his face.

He was grabbed and dragged outside, tied down onto a table.

Her head reeled as she tried to maintain the connection- her anger was growing.

“I will make you apologize.”

“Screw you.”

Andrew couldn’t breathe. Ali could feel the panic rising in his chest as he tried to flow the air through his lungs.

That panic lead to fear- which led to pain- which led to desperation.

And he betrayed himself once more.

If I try, maybe I can see your shadow In the sodium light that masquerades as moon If I try, I might take off like a sparrow And I'll travel along a guiding breeze

Three words echoed through his brain. It sounded like a megaphone, bouncing off of empty walls. The words reverberated through Ali’s mind. Each time they were repeated, she felt Andrew lose a little more of himself.

“I. Own. You.”

And the next words that repeated further solidified that in Andrew’s mind.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“What are you?”

“A tool. Used how you see fit.”

“Where, and when?”

“Here, and for forever.”

“And lastly, why?”

“Because I deserve it. Because I’m worthless.”

“That’s right. This is no longer your life- but mine.”

Very soon, very soon That's the sound of longing Are you there? Are you there? Will you answer me?

Ali was losing the connection. She had felt so angry and frustrated, and sad and disgusted, that she felt herself slipping from Andrew’s mind. The faint sound of a clarinet in the background echoed through the song, and she fought to keep the connection.

She could tell she was almost done- she just had to finish.

Andrew was collared, muzzled, beaten, bloody, and broken.

He had betrayed himself, and fully gave in.

The pain became too much, the constant battle between himself, and that man. So he gave up. And Ali could see him slowly becoming everything that Splice wanted him to be, doing everything he was asked, taking every punishment, submitting to every command.

“You can be good right?”

Andrew was nodding.

He was obeying, he was following, and he was slowly decaying.

In my dreams, my beloved lies beside me When the sun lights the room, I find it's only me Only me when the sun is gone.

The memories rushed by faster now. She could tell they were getting closer to the present.

Andrew was terrified. He was so scared, and in so much pain, and so exhausted, that when he finally saw his friends again, he didn’t recognize them.

Ali understood that he was so focused on avoiding pain, and being good, that he didn’t even comprehend his saving grace, as it stood before his eyes.

And then, when he was finally able to comprehend what happened, he was punished again. He was beaten bloody, he was branded, burned, scarred, and tortured. And he was led to believe that everyone he loved had died.

No wonder he had been so out of it, anytime he was awake for more than a moment he was confused. Or in disbelief or misunderstanding.

Because according to him, everyone was dead.

And he probably thought that he was too.

Only me. With the world all around me. When the sun and moon and stars are gone, what’s left is only you.

Ali had to fix this.

Her entire body was shaking, she had never stayed inside someone’s mind for so long before. She clenched her fists, focused her breathing, and projected her thoughts, forcing the truth into Andrew’s mind.

She echoed words and phrases of love, of peace, of safety, over and over again, until they were shouting louder than his own megaphone of pain. Until she was sure he could hear her.

You belong to yourself.

You are Andrew. A friend, a brother, and you are worthy of love, and peace.

You are safe, at home. And we will always be with you.

Because you deserve it. You are worthy, and you are more than a tool to be used.

Because we love you.

Andrew- we love you!

Will you answer me? Answer me.

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@imagination1reality0 @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @thehopelessopus @burtlederp @whump-me-all-night-long @yesthisiswhump

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There’s the video of the song from this chapter. It’s called “Answer Me” from The Band’s Visit.

#whumptober2021 #no.5 #betrayed #oc #my ocs #whump #whumpwriting #unconscious whumpee #blood #restrained #torture #referenced injuries #superpower whump #Carrot Top #caretaker #just to reiterate Ali's words to all of you #you are worthy of love and peace

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char-lotteral · 3 years

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SS fandom went mad because NH got The Last movie, and just went on to attack NH fandom and act superior. Then SS calmed down with the news of the Gaiden featuring their ship. Then went mad again after the Gaiden finished because it didn't picture their ship like they wanted it to be, attacking other ships especially NH for no good reason. If you were there in 2014/2015 you would have seen how toxic SS fandom was towards others it's crazy.

O-O okay wow. I dont want to seem biased with my fandom and I also do not intend on starting ship wars but damn if im being honest, even on twitter you can tell how rabid some of their fans are. These are all my personal experiences and observations so please dont take it seriously :[] I also really wanna share this type of behavior and say that this isnt healthy AT ALL nor is it funny or whatever the fuck some fans intend it to be. No one should go through these lengths for a bunch of pixels.

Say one wrong thing about their ship, you'll most likely get death threats on your cc. A mutual of mine interacted with this big ss account (negative interaction yaddayadda), they stalked her account and got sent death threats. ALSO there was this one time trinity (bkgsbby) held this sort of narutwt confession thingy where you get to post anonymous confessions and it gets posted on her account. There were a ton of negativeity towards SS (also NH) and they were LOSING IT. This one acc fucking ATTACKED TRINITY and called her out for "being biased and only picking the bad stuff for ss boohoo" when none of those confessions were even trinity's😩 Its like youre BANNED from saying anything negative against SS or else they'll come for you. Like really come for you.

Idk but from what ive noticed, they also have this need to compare The Last and Sauce Retsuden, they downplay NH with the same argument "they only fell in love because of genjutsu! Forced ship! Shitty development!" Lol okay, talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Not gonna lie, not one single canon ship in Naruto was developed properly (maybe shikatema but you already knew that) but SS and NH fans calling each other underdeveloped ships will always be COMEDIC GOLD.

For some fucking reason it is illegal to ship sasuhina and or sasunaru over there. Not kidding. Say anything about Sasuke being gay and they'll come for your head. "Sasuke was intimate with Sakura!! Sasuke isn't gay!!!! 😡😡😡" "Sasuke never interacted with Hinata!!! How dare you ship Sasuke with another woman that isnt Sakura😡😡😡😡" Now im not saying this behavior only applies to their fandom, but it's pretty rampant over there. I dont want to seem passive aggressive.

I shit you not, my mutual and I were making these fun little headcanons of Sasuhina and they started popping out of nowhere. They were pissed lmao. "Sasuke doesnt even know Hinata's name wtf"

who CARESSSSSSSS UGHHH

No but whats WORSE, is when this sh artist on twitter was having this ship discourse sh vs ss and they just started calling her art "ugly" and "that it gave off deviantartvibes" and that sasuhina artist was untalented blahbah. Like say whatever the fuck you wanna say about the ficitional characters but attacking real people REAL PEOPLE all because they said something bad about your favorite drawing is low as fuck. Whatever fandom youre from be it ss nh ns sh sns, god knows how many fucking fandoms there are in Naruto, never NEVER attack artists for their art or talent because wtf

They also have this sort of pact with the NS stans just so they could shit on NH, the exact same people who call naruto "an ugly blond orphan" or "third wheel" for their SS ship lmao aight. They'll say anything just to downplay NH for god knows what reason. "Naruino and Narugaa had more chemistry than Naruhina!" "Naruhina had a forced marriage ahAhAha!!" "Sasuke Retsuden>>>>>>>> The Last". Trust me, no one GIVES A FUCK.

If im being honest, theyre one of the main reasons why I hate narutwt so much. They take SS to the heart, they start ganging up and attack any person on sight who shits on their ship with death threats and other harrassments. Its so unhealthy and toxic that they ruin everything for the other fans. Dont do this please. Whatever fandom you come from dont follow this type of behavior. Its perfectly fine to be passionate about something but always draw the line between an obsession and pure enjoyment. Honey, take a break from your phone for a while. Sasuke and Sakura arent real. Theyre not going to pop out of the screen and thank you.

Now i believe there are bad apples in every fandom but from what ive observed in my twt acc (biggest mistake of my life was making one in the first place) their fandom has the most noticeable negativity and toxicity on twitter. Its like when you see these two emojis together 🍅🌸 your first instinct would be to run and you'll be getting war flashbacks or something.

This is on twitter. I dont know any ss stan outside of twitter, im not generalizing the fandom

AND IF YOURE AN NH FAN WHO DOES THAT SAME SHIT, FUCK OFF. I AM NOT CONDONING YOUR BEHVIOR ALL BECAUSE WE LIKE THE SAME THING. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT SCUM *spits in your face*

#i really deapise this type of fan behavior no matter how much you like a character #just take the L and suck it up #who cares about winning an argument with a stranger online #are you gonne get a cookie for that?#anti sasusaku fandom #i was pretty neutral with SS back when I just finished the shoe #But when I joined narutwt #holy shit they make me wanna hate it #dont attack real people over fictional ones please

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briannabakerarchive · 3 years

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can u please recommend me your top 3 matthias movies? Ive only seen him in far from the madding crowd and the old guard. Im just lost as to which movie of his to start with. Thank you!

omg anon this is the best question i’ve ever received. I haven’t finished his full filmography yet, I’ve pretty much focused on the movies where he’s the main character so here’s my top 3. 1) Le Fidèle (Racer and Jailbird): I’ve been pretty vocal about how much I love this movie but here I am talking about it again. I’m gonna be real honest with you, the beginning might be a bit slow but it’s totally worthy in the end. This movie is a journey, you’ll feel a lot. He’s the main character so he’s in it a lot. His performance is so so so so good I can’t even find the words to describe it. Every single emotion you wanna feel are there.. Happiness, sadness, extreme sadness, and it has miss Adèle Exarchopoulos as the other main character so it was a win win for me. She’s just as good. Honestly I’ve enjoyed this movie so much it might be one of my favorites of his and in general. If you tend to watch reviews I have to tell you, this movie has a lot of bad ones, I personally don’t agree with them lmao but yeah, just a heads up if u wanna look it up first. 2) Rust and Bone: Alright, this movie is so beautiful. Marion Cotillard’s performance is outstanding so is Matthias’. The way this movie was shoot was also very pleasing. There isn’t a single thing about this movie that I didn’t enjoy, it got my attention from the beginning and I’ve never felt bored of it. It’s a bit sad as well but honestly.. In my humble opion of a person who doesn’t know a thing about movies and cinema it deserved an oscar for how beautiful it was.

3) Bullhead: This movie is very very intense and it has a few triggering stuff in it so if you’re not confortable with these things, please avoid it! There’s a big big mention and you can also see it of bullying, drugs and addiction (oh and there’s an explicit s*x scene, that lasts a sec cos it’s just a p**** being showed, but those are there in almost all the movies I’ve ranked so far). Also, there’s a particular scene which is extremely violent. You can’t really see anything but it personally shocked me a bit to the point that I felt like either skip that scene or taking 5 minutes to continue the movie so yeah, anon, I’d say only watch this movie if you’re confortable enough because certain stuff can be pretty triggering and/or being a bit.. I don’t know, extreme I guess, for me that scene was. I ranked Rust and Bone before this one beacuse I liked it more but Matthias’s performance in Bullhead might be my favorite, after le fidèle, he’s sooo into his character you can almost not recognize him. It’s almost mesmerizing. It’s sad, not gonna lie. I feel like I’ve only ranked you sad movies lmao I’m sorry, well Rust & Bone isn’t super sad tbh. Anyway, yeah, beside all of that 10/10 would recommend!

I know you said 3 but I’d like to give you a fourth one which is Fréres Ennemis this one is also triggering in a way, it has mention and graphic of drugs, guns, blood.. So yeah, like I said before be careful. Matthias was born to do these types of movies to be honest, it’s about friendship, betrayal.. Just very good. I have to say that I’ve yet to watch movies I’m very very interested in which are: The Mustang (Honestly.. Matthias and horses.. I’m in) & A Bigger Splash (It has Dakota Johnson so I’d give it a go beside Matthias’ movies are usually extremely dark and this one isn’t so it’s a nice change lmao).

Hope I helped you a bit anon!! Thank you for asking me 💗 and sorry about this long essay I wrote you

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What is there missing from me, that I see in you?

For week 8 — prompt: hope

Set in-between the end of season 12 and the beginning of season 13, Cas has been killed by Lucifer and awakes in the Empty.

~ 1.9K, angst and feels (because I like to suffer miserably)

Host : @bend-me-shape-me, @helianthus21 & @pray4jensen

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The first thing Cas finds out is that he doesn’t feel a single thing.

Like, sure, he feels lost and for the most part, confused. Everything around him is pitch black, he’s alone in what seems like an immensity of nothing.

But he doesn’t feel any physical sensation. He isn’t cold, or hot. His head doesn’t hurt like it has been for the most part of this last year since he became this mixture of beat-up angel/somewhat human on certain aspects. He doesn’t sweat. He pinches himself and doesn’t feel a single shit. And it makes him feel completely distressed.

What the hell did he get himself into this time?

It used to make him laugh grudgingly. Castiel, fallen Angel of the Lord, still somewhat angel-y but not enough to not break a sweat while following the brothers on a hunt, not enough not to request a cheeseburger at the diner every now and then, not enough to pass on a good night sleep every week.

He used to despise emotions. That’s how he was raised, or rather how he was trained. Emotions are inherently human, Castiel. We are not allowed to feel. He could almost still hear the voice in his head, telling him —

But since he descended onto Hell to recover the Righteous Man, since he stared into Dean’s soul to rebuild him and bring him back to the face of the Earth, since this last decade of running around with the Winchesters by his side, Castiel has felt more than he ever thought he’d encountered.

A whirlwind of emotions suddenly overcomes him as he tries and remembers what happened before he ended up here.

Jack being birthed into the world.

Kelly, up in heaven.

Apocalypse World, Crowley killing himself for the greater good (that was a twist), trapping Lucifer.

Lucifer sliding his angel blade across Castiel’s body, as he was coming back to their world facing the Winchester brothers.

The look on Sam and Dean’s faces.

Dean.

The first emotion Castiel had ever felt was curiosity. He wasn’t used to humanity or any of their customs. So whenever he came down on Earth, he’d observed them to try and get a grasp at why humans did things the way they did.

When he first met Sam and Dean, it took him a long while to get used to the way they acted, behaved, or even talked. The fact that Castiel didn’t seem to get any of the references they made usually got them to crack up. Sometimes he still gets lost into their bickering, not fully understanding the reason why anyone would think having an argument over pineapple on pizza at 11 pm would be worth the trouble but after more than a decade with the two grown-men, knowing better than inserting himself into that said argument.

But curiosity always got the best of him. From trying to understand why Dean needed his 4 hours of sleep, to what made Led Zeppelin IV the best album on earth (that’s a wild assumption, but Castiel was willing to hear the hunter’s arguments on that matter).

Then came guilt. It was a peculiar feeling, mixed sensations of shame, bitterness, and sadness, with a hint of anger. Guilt gave Castiel a lot to think about, coming to grip with all these new feelings that he hadn’t experienced for thousands of years.

He felt guilty because heaven made him choose. It was either them or the Winchesters. And at first, he did chose the angels. His family. The only thing he’d ever known. But then masks crumbled and kingdoms fell, and Castiel realized his whole life as a celestial being might have been a big fat lie.

And so he chose humanity. He chose Sam and Dean. He chose them over his own family, and although things this last decade have been challenging, to say the least, he doesn’t regret any of it. Not anymore.

Resentment was a weird feeling to come across. Once again, it mixed other feelings such as anger, sadness, betrayal. But resentment came from a weird place where you’d bottle up this mixture of feelings for a certain amount of time before it actually sweats through the pores of your skin.

Before he first became human, Castiel had never felt resentment. But then the angels fell, Metatron stole his grace, and Cas was left alone on Earth with his new-found humanity. Heartbroken and ashamed, and resentful because no one seemed to care about him anymore. Dean kicked him out of the bunker — he’d later found out why, and although he now understood the reason behind this decision, it doesn’t mean it still stung his heart thinking about it. The man he had sacrificed everything for didn’t want him around. And weirdly enough, at that time, Castiel kind of understood. After all, why would anyone want to be associated with the one who had caused his entire community to fall, his Home to crumble?

The emotions are overflowing him now, which isn’t good. He needs to get it together, figure out a way to get out of here and get back to Earth, to the bunker, to the Winchesters, to Dean.

Castiel sits up and takes his hands to his cheeks, resting his face in the comfort of his palms. They are warm and weirdly welcoming. He closes his eyes, trying to come to grasp with the situation.

No matter what he does, his thoughts always take him back to a familiar, dirty blond, freckled hunter.

Dean had been a lighthouse in the darkness of his numerous battles for over a decade. Someone he’d rushed to after a fight, someone he’d follow into any battle. And now, he was gone. Or rather, Castiel was lost in emptiness, with no way to know if he’d ever return. And that leaves him with bitterness at the bottom of his throat.

If he only had the courage to speak up (or as Dean would say, “to grow a pair and man up”), maybe things would’ve been different, and he wouldn’t be left alone with his doubts and regrets for what seems like an eternity already.

If he had told Dean how he felt every time he looked into his eyes, would it have changed anything? Would things be different if he had stay instead of leaving every time it became too much being locked up in the bunker with the man he was in love with?

Yes, Castiel was in love with Dean Winchester. Deeply, completely, irrevocably, stupidity in love with his entire being.

And it turns out love is a very complicated feeling, and a very challenging emotion to go through. Perhaps the most challenging of all.

Of course, he didn’t realize right away. When he first met Dean, Cas was an entirely different character — he was ruthless, determined, even competitive at the time. Yet he fell for Dean in an entirely unexpected way, without even realizing it at first.

He fell for the cocky bastard who acted like he didn’t trust him but still prayed for him to come down whenever he needed him. He fell for the man who used sarcasm as a parachute for his low self-esteem and ate like cholesterol wasn’t even a real thing. He fell for the man who would rather sacrifice himself so that his loved one could live.

Castiel was in love with Dean Winchester since the very first time he laid eyes on him, and yet here he was, decades later, stuck in a horizon of nothing, lamenting over his biggest failure of them all: never telling him.

Because let’s face it, there was no way Dean would ever return his feelings. Castiel was a brother to the hunter, nothing more. And he never did anything to prove him wrong either. So Cas had locked his feeling deep inside of him and enjoyed every little snippet of joy he could share with the man. Most of all, he tried to convince himself that this was good, that he didn’t need to know, that this was enough.

Bullshit.

It was not.

And it took the angel being locked up in some sort of parallel pitch black dimension of nothing to realize how full of shit he had been.

Sinking further into his own hands, Castiel let a small whimper escape from his throat, pain clinging to his heart like a thousand needles poking at his sorrow.

Pain. Pain was the most common feeling he’d experienced of them all. It appeared in so many ways, sometimes mixed with other feelings, sometimes only physical.

It might have been the worst of them all, too. Because pain never seemed to go away. It always stayed right there, at the back of his head, or hooked to his sleeves, waiting for an opportunity to come down on him and destroy him for a little while.

His worst memories were all associated with this feeling. The pain of being betrayed by his own kind. The pain of being left alone. The pain of arguing with Sam and Dean. The pain of seeing the disappointment on Dean’s face. The pain of killing his own kind. The pain of losing those he loved.

The pain of losing Sam and Dean.

Dean.

Castiel brings his knees to his face, resting over them as he slowly drifts into despair. He needs to go back. He needs to find his way back to Earth. He needs to tell him. Suddenly, all that matters to him is to get the hell out of here and scream at the whole world to let them know how it feels.

How it feels when he catches Dean smiling, bumping his fingers in sync with the music on the wheel while riding shotgun in the Impala after they finished a hunt.

How it feels when he hears Dean’s warm laugh tearing the bunker’s silence apart after they go home and share dinner together.

How it feels when they understand each other without using any words because that’s a thing they’ve developed over the years.

How it feels when Dean wants to share time with him, watching a movie he invariably ends up sleeping in front of after half an hour.

How it feels when Castiel watches him sleep, studying the edges of his face, gazing at how peaceful he seems whenever they’re in the comfort of their home.

A burst of hope suddenly overcomes the angel, causing him to open in his eyes again.

There’s no way he’ll stays stuck in here, wherever that may be. He needs to go back, he demands to go back.

He refuses to stay cuddled up in nothing, stuck with despair and sorrow, buried in regrets. Is this really how the story of “Castiel, Angel of the Lord” is supposed to end?

So he gets up. He screams. In the name of Hope. Because he chooses to believe that his story isn’t over. Because he chooses to believe that hope is bigger than any of the other feelings that are trapped inside of him.

Hope and love are the most powerful forces on the planet, he thinks.

And eventually, the Empty awakes.

He’s coming home.

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Mistake at the First Sight (Chapter IV)

CHAPTER FOUR

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Enemies to Lover

Summary: You’re a transfer student from London and Park Seonghwa thought that you don’t know Korean language. Little did he know, you are actually a Korean who moved back to the place you were born.

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t update for a month now since I was busy with my degree stuffs. Anyway, here’s an update and this is most probably the second last episode.

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Thanks to Seonghwa’s long legs, catching up with you is not a problem for him. As soon as he is near you, he wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping you from moving any further.

You stopped walking and turned your head to look at him with a fire ignited in your eyes. “What do you want, Park Seonghwa?”

Seonghwa is taken aback when he looks at your expression. You look so furious. Did he do anything wrong? What mistake did he commit? He is confused with the way you are looking at him right now.

“Why do you look so mad? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?”

You let out a scoff. You couldn’t believe that the guy in front of you has the guts to ask you that question. Did he just pretend as if nothing happened? Or is he naturally dumb?

“It must be easy for you to get any ladies you want, right?”

Your words make Seonghwa frown as he tries to understand where did that random statement come from. Seonghwa stays silent at your sudden outburst. You take your hand away from his grip before opening your mouth again.

“How many girls have you give tissue with your number written on it?”

Seonghwa’s frown deepens at your question. Tissue? What?

That is when Seonghwa remembered the incident in the café. He shakes his head before letting out a soft chuckle, changing your mood from mad to confuse.

“That wasn’t me. She wrote her number on it but I refuse to take it.”

Your facial expression softens a bit at his justification of what happened back there. However, you do not want to make it obvious, so you lift your chin slightly and cross your arms, looking at him with a challenging look.

“Why? Because she is too easy for you? Is that why you didn’t take her offer?”

Your statement irked Seonghwa. His face went from soft to mad as soon as you finish your sentence.

“Do you think I’m like that?”

You shrug slightly. A smirk forming on your face as you look at him with the same expression as before.

“Why? Are you not like that? You sure look like a guy who would get into woman’s pants if they throw themselves at you – or maybe you prefer… women?”

Seonghwa had enough of your attitude. He took a few steps forward until he is standing right in front of you. Only then you realized how tall he is compared to you. With that expression of his, he makes you feel more intimidated than normal.

“I’m not like that.”

You look up to him, trying to not lose your ground.

“Why? You can get any girls you want. Why don’t you just go to them and-”

Your words were cut off by the sudden intrusion from Seonghwa.

“Because I like you, Kim Jooyeon!”

His sudden confession leaves you stunned. Suddenly, it seems like everything stops moving. You blink your eyes a few times before searching Seonghwa’s face, trying to detect any lies. However, the only thing that you found on his face is sincerity – especially his eyes.

His expression might look scary but his gaze towards you is passionate. It feels as if you can sense the longing behind it. Seonghwa, who just acknowledge his action, straightens his back and turn his face to the other side. He gulps down his saliva as blush slowly creeping onto his face.

Your eyes fall to his chest, witnessing how it rise and fall rapidly.

“When did you feel like this?”

Seonghwa’s tongue swipes along his lips, trying to wet it and hide his nervousness. He turns to look at you but your eyes are still lingering on his chest.

“After you confronted me for the first time,” he said. You bite your inner cheek as you tighten your hold on the strap of your bag.

“I’m going home first. Thank you for today.”

And just like that, you walk away from him, leaving him alone – for the second time.

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It had been a week since you mutter a single word to Seonghwa, and so did he. In the class, he no longer sits behind you. Whenever both of you ran to each other, no one speaks a word and just walks away as if the two of you are strangers – and it is too obvious for the boys and Jiyeon not to notice.

There were countless times where Jiyeon asked you to have lunch together with the boys, go out to watch movies with the boys, go hang out with the boys. You refused every single offer because you know if ‘the boys’ are there, that means Park Seonghwa will be there too, and you were not ready to face him yet.

You need some time and Seonghwa acknowledged that. There were times where he would wait for you in case if you would join him along with the boys and Jiyeon hanging out or he would reserve a place for you to sit during lunch hour, but no. You did not join them.

Seonghwa would be lying if he said that he was not upset with your actions, but he knew you need to process everything because it came to you without giving any signal.

San, being one of the closest to Seonghwa, had never seen him being this sad before. He used to smile a lot. Whenever the boys would tease him, he would try to fight back even though he knew he will lose, making him look so happy. Nowadays, he seems to be spacing out a lot. Most of the time, San needs to shake his shoulder harshly just to make him come back to reality.

San had enough of this.

“Jooyeon!”

You turn your head to the voice that called your name just to see San leaning against the wall. Both his hands are in his pocket and a smile plastered on his face.

You return the smile and walk towards him. “Jiyeon went to the toilet so if you want to meet her-“

“Actually, I’m waiting for you.”

San’s words succeed to make you stop talking. You look at him with confusion displayed on your face before pointing your finger at yourself.

“Me? You are waiting for me,” you questioned, trying to confirm if you just heard him right. San chuckles at your actions. He nods his head, indicating that you heard it right.

“What is it that you want to talk to me?”

San puffs out his cheeks before straighten up and points his finger to the front, asking you to walk with him. You were still confused but you just follow his steps as he started walking.

None of you say anything for a couple of minutes. You just walk and walk without knowing the destination San is heading for. However, it does not make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Probably because both of you are already close with each other that you no longer need to have a conversation to justify your friendship.

Few more seconds has passed when San decided to speak first.

“Seonghwa confessed to you, right?”

That question makes you halt your steps. Your hand that was previously clinging onto the strap of your bag, are now at your side. Your face fell and your eyes look at San’s back.

“Did he tell you that?”

San turns around to face you before shaking his head, flashing you a soft smile. “I’ve known him for too long so I could figure it out.”

You turn your head to the side as you let out a breath that you did not even know you were holding.

“And by the way both of you are ignoring each other right now, that means it’s either you reject him, or you left him without any answer.”

You bite your lower lips at the last sentence. Having a friend like San is great because he cares about your well-being. Even so, the downside is that you cannot really hide and lie to him easily since he can sense it well.

You let out a sigh before stating the truth to San. “I… left him.”

The smile on his face widens slightly. He knows he is right and he is proud of it. He took a few steps towards you to ruffle your hair, making you glare at him in annoyance.

“Until when will you deny your feelings for him?”

For the third time today, he made you stunned. You know that it is easy for him to detect Seonghwa’s feelings as they have been together for God knows how long. But, when he asked that question to you, without you saying anything to him – now that is on another level.

Judging from your expression, he knew that you are surprised by his nth attack of the day. His hand that was on your hair moved to your shoulder and pat it a few times.

“Even though you didn’t admit it, I know that you have feelings for him. A feeling that is more than a friend. Although you may not notice it, I’ve seen your face whenever girls try to get closer to Seonghwa and talk to him in more than friendly ways. You would either clench your jaw or rolled your eyes so hard it almost popped out of its socket.”

If San is not talking facts right now, you swear you would have punched his face and kicked his knee for talking nonsense. You wished he was exaggerating his points but no, he did not because that was exactly your reactions during those situations.

“It’s already been a week, Jooyeon. Don’t you think you have hurt him and yourself enough by now?”

You filled your cheeks with air before letting out a sigh. Your fingers are now playing with each other as you look down on the floor, a small pout formed on your face.

“I don’t know how to tell him. It all went too fast. Besides, I’m not sure how deep my feeling is for him.”

It’s true, you know that you like Seonghwa more than a friend. But, you are not sure if you are ready to face it since you know you are scared of commitment.

Despite that, You could not deny the warm and fuzzy feeling inside your tummy every time you picture Seonghwa as your boyfriend and how nice it will be if both of you get to spend time together every day. You never know that you can imagine scenes like that before in your entire life.

“Come and join us at Rouge Club tomorrow night, then.”

You spin your head around at the familiar voice, just to see Jiyeon holding her phone in front of her face, a smirk plastered on her face. You look at the couple back and forth before finally realizing that they have both sets you up in this.

“Yah, Choi San. Kim Jiyeon. Is this how you treat your friend? Recording illegally while your friend is pouring out her worry?”

Jiyeon put down her phone and smile widely at you. She walks towards her boyfriend and San’s arms automatically wrapped around her waist as he buries his face in her hair, copying his girlfriend’s smile.

“I’m sorry, Jooyeon. But, we can’t stand seeing both of you suffering like this. So, blackmailing you is the only way that works.”

You know that there is no way out with this. Looking at the couple, you tilt your head to the side slightly and cross your arms against your chest.

“What do I need to do?”

Jiyeon and San exchanges glance with each other for few moments before turning their head back to you. Your friend then faces the screen of her phone towards you and press the ‘delete’ button on the video that she recorded before.

“Honestly, we don’t want to force you to come. But, we think its best if both of you can come to closure to this. We don’t want to see our precious friends looking gloomy all day every day. We want to see the real smile on both yours and Seonghwa’s face again.”

You lick your lower lips as you thought about your friends’ words. You can hear how concern they are about you and Seonghwa. No friends want to see their friends being sad. Yet, you still feel like you are not ready to face the tall guy.

You were about to reject their offer for the nth time when San step forward and cut you off.

“Please, Jooyeon. Do it for my sake. Tomorrow night… it’s my birthday party.”

Your face softens and your heart melts at his words. Now that you remember correctly, it is going to be San’s birthday the day after tomorrow. It does make sense why he wants to celebrate it tomorrow night.

With a defeat, you mutter softly but surely, “I will come”.

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It’s Cold Outside - Supercorp

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They're at Kara's apartment the first time something of the kind happens. Lena is sitting at the couch, a popcorn bowl between her legs and the remote in the other while she waits for her friend to get back from wherever she decided to go in the middle of The Princess Diary. When Kara waltz back into the room, she's holding a fluffy blanket that she promptly puts carefully on top of Lena's legs.

"In case you get cold." She offers as an explanation when Lena quirks one eyebrow at her. Then, she shruggs and grabs the bowl from her friend's lap and throws herself back in the couch, and she looks too adorable with a mouth full of popcorn to Lena to think about anything else.

Later, when she pulls the blanket to her chin, Kara beams at her like a puppy.

II.

Kara took the sucess of the first time as a signal that she could tell when Lena was cold or was about to get cold. Her friend did, in the end, used the blanket she had provided her. Kara herself couldn't get cold and it was hard for her to understand the limits of the human body when it came to temperatures, so she was proud of herself for realizing her friend might get chilly inside her apartment, despite the fact that she turned the heater on before Lena got there.

Maybe she needed to learn more about the heater and the ideal temperature for humans.

And maybe Lena only used the blanket because it smelled like Kara.

In any case, Kara was glad her efforts had proven to be right. So when, one day, they're having lunch together outside CatCo and a cold breeze hit them, Kara is jumping to her feet imediatly, putting her potsickers down. She took her jacket out and put it on Lena’s shoulders before the CEO could even understand what was going on – to be honest, it was quite hard for her not to use her superspeed in that moment.

“Kara!” Lena gasped, already trying to shrug it off, but Kara just put it back in place. “There’s no need for that, really!”

“Of course there is!” Kara protested with a frown. “You shivered just now.”

Lena blushed a little. “Serves me right for forgetting my own jacket.” She mumbled, before shaking her head and trying to take the jacket off again. “But you’re going to get cold, Kara.”

“I won’t!” The blonde promissed eagerly. “I pinky promise if you want! I’m fine, not cold at all!”

The CEO looked at her a little suspicious for a couple of seconds. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” Kara set back down, already grabbing her precious potsickers. “Besides, Jess is going to kill me if I let you get sick.”

Lena rolled her eyes as she slid her arms inside the jacket. “If you say so, but you can’t take it back. If you get cold, that’s your own fault.”

Kara laughed happily. “I won’t, don’t worry. If it happens, I will just hug you.”

They both decided to ignore each other’s blushed cheeks.

III.

L Corp’s air-conditioning system was in maintenance the next time. They were having lunch on Lena’s office and Kara just got up from her comfortable place in the couch to close the door that lead to the balcony, before grabbing Lena’s suit to bring it to her. Kara herself was using a blouse and a skirt, so she really didn’t had nothing with her that would Lena feel less cold, so she had to improvise.

Lena, who was in the middle of answering some urgent mail on her phone, looked up slightly startled when the weight of her red suit hit her back gently. Kara gave her a warm gentle smile before sitting back in her spot to finish her Burger.

“You know, I don’t know why you insist in ordering that salad, but I will guess it will only taste worse if you take much longer to eat it.” Kara teased as she took a large bite from her own lunch.

The CEO looked down at her barely touched salad, then back at Kara, then she rolled her shoulders, trying to make the suit more comfortable to wear without actually putting it on. She didn’t had it in her heart to tell Kara she wasn’t cold, especially after her friend had put her food down to go grab it for her.

Instead, she put her phone down, grabbed her plastic fork and took a kale out of her plate. If Kara noticed she was blushing, she didn’t said a thing.

IV.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do it.” Lena shook her head in disbelief, a soft amazed laugh leaving her red lips.

Kara, who was basically jumping instead of walking alongside with her, gave her one of those capable-of-end-wars smiles of hers. “Walking is better to clean our head than drinking.” She recited for the third time that night.

Lena and her had a movies night planned for that friday, but the CEO was so worked up because of her job and because Lilian had get back from the ashes out of nowhere, that all she wanted to do was curl in a ball and drink her stock of whisky and wine. Of course Kara could never let her do that, so she somehow convinced Lena to take a walk with her around the block. Lena was going to pretend that she didn’t totally gave in because her friend started pouting at her and that made her heart flutter in a weird way.

“Yes, well, I can walk now and drink later.” Lena half joked. She had her arms crossed since they left her penthouse and she was keeping her eyes down most of the time, frowning at her feet.

In her defence, Kara did told her to grab other shoes, but the CEO had glared at her while slipping back her heels, so she just bit her lip and lead the way outside. They had walked in silence for about two minutes before Kara started rambling about her day and slowly Lena started relaxing. While listening to her friend strumble on her own words as she tried to decide what she needed to say first – while constantly interrupting herself and tripping in her words – Lena started feeling like all of her problems meant nothing.

She knew they did, she knew once Kara was gone her mind would instantly start worrying again, but, for now, Lena was going to allow herself to get lost in the blonde’s presence.

Lena was so absorbed in her thoughts that she actually jumped a little when she felt something touching her hair. She looked to the side with wide eyes, but relaxed when all she saw was Kara looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a amusing smile.

“Calm down, Lee, it’s just me.” Kara made a stop, causing Lena to do the same, and they faced each other. It was only then that Lena realized Kara was holding out her scarf, folded in half, ready to put the red thing around her neck. “Come here.”

Lena shook her head. “You made me put my coat before we left, Kar.”

The reporter looked at her like she was crazy. “But it’s cold.”

“Kara...” Lena flipped her tongue over her bottom lip and sighed. “I’m fine, you can keep your scarf.”

And suddenly she was looking at a kicked puppy. Kara’s whole body deflated, her smile faltered and her hands dropped. It took Lena less than a second to change her mind after seeing her friend looking so sad.

“But I guess it is a little cold, and your coat is warmer than mine.” That was a lie. Kara was barely wearing a coat, but the smile she gave Lena after she registered her answer was totally worth the white lie.

Kara was putting the scarf around her neck before she could blink. Lena ducked her neck to make it easier for her and, when she looked up again, the blonde used the tips of the scarf to pull her closer. For a panicking second she thought Kara was actually going to kiss her, but then the blonde placed a sweet kiss on her forehead and started walking again.

Lena was blushing too hard to say it was only because of the slightly cold breeze.

“What on Earth are you wearing?!” Alex didn’t hide her surprise or her disgust while pointing at Lena with a frown. She had just walked inside Kara’s apartment for their movie night, carrying bags of food and kicking off her shoes.

Lena looked down at her clothes and arched one eyebrow. “What? What’s the problem?”

She saw Kara rolling her eyes while making her way back to her living room after putting the food Alex had brought with her in the kitchen. “Alex doesn’t like my sweater.”

The agent arched one eyebrow at her little sister. “It’s a fucking ugly sweater, Kara.”

Frowning even harder, Lena looked at the sweater she was wearing again, pulling it away from her torso for a second to give it a proper look. Then, pursing her lips, she shrugged. “I like it.”

Kara beamed at her like she had just offered her a life time supply of potsickers, while Alex gaped like it was the most offending thing she had ever heard. It was kind of comical to see both sister turn to look at each other at the exact same time, but with such diffent reactions.

“A-ha!” Kara exclaimed while pointing a finger at Alex. “See!”

Alex rolled her eyes. “She’s not using her glasses, that’s why.” She tried to shrug it off, but Kara wasn’t having it.

“No, no, it’s a good sweater, right, Lena?”

The CEO looked between them for a couple of seconds, but decided not to answer at it. It made Alex scoff. “Why are you even wearing that? It’s fucking hot in here, you should open a window or something, Kara.”

Kara looked really confused, so Lena jumped in before she could start wondering about it too much. “I was a little cold.”

It wasn’t a lie. Lena was cold when she first walked in, for some reason, but she wasn’t expecting Kara to go so out of border when she said that to her. Her friend literally closed every single window in her apartment and brought her not only the dinosaur sweater she was currently wearing, but also two blankets that were currently on her couch.

“Was that the only thing you had?” Alex scoffed again, but she appeared to let the subjetct drop as she moved to take her own jacket.

Later that night, while waiting for her driver to show up, Lena had tried to give back the sweater for Kara, but the blonde wasn’t having it. She insisted Lena should use it until she got home, to avoid getting cold in the way, she had said. The CEO tried not to, but it was too good of an oportunity to let it go, so she schedule a lunch for them for the next day so she could “give her back the sweater” and definitely not because she wanted to see Kara again.

VI.

Lena had lost track of how many times Supergirl had saved her by now. Another attempt of kidnapp that the superhero had saved her from. Another try of her mother to get rid off her. Didn’t she had the best family ever?

Now they were outside the building they had tried to lock her in, cops, firefighters, agents and reporters where surrounding her. She was lucky enough that Maggie was in service that night so the latina had took her statment and was able to stick around with her while the paramedics tried to check her vitals, before Lena send them away. She liked Maggie, even if the woman did arrest her once. She had a great humor and wasn’t afraid of talking with her like everyone else.

Alex was also around, she saw the woman at some point, yelling orders and talking with Supergirl, but her main job was trying to keep the curious away, for which Lena was also greatful for. After shooing the paramedics away, Lena seated in the back of the ambulance and Maggie stood in front of her, blocking the cameras from taking pictures of her, hands stuffed inside the pockets of her slightly large jacket.

“Do you have a life insurance?”

Lena thought the question was a little too weird, but then she identified the teasing behind Maggie’s tone, and scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I even have my will all written down.” She joked back, looking down at her broken heels. In her attempt of running from her captors, she had broken both heels and ripped her suit, but at least she wasn’t physically harmed at all.

“Ms. Luthor!” They both turned their head to look at Supergirl, who had approached the ambulance with wide eyes and a sence of urgence that Lena had never saw on her. “Are you ok?”

Lena actually grinned a little. “You already asked me that about three times, Supergirl.” She teased.

Maggie snorted and took a step back. “I guess you’re in good hands for a couple of minutes. I will kick the reporters away so your driver can get through.” She patted Supergirl’s shoulder as she walked away from them.

The hero smiled at her once they were alone. “Do you mind?” She pointed at the small spot beside Lena in the back of the ambulance and the CEO nodded.

Lena slipped to the side to give her more room and Supergirl happily jumped to sit by her side, looking like an excited child for a second. The brunette giggled at that, making the hero laugh too. Supergirl bumped their shoulders gently and Lena moved more out of instinct then the strenght behind the move.

“You didn’t answered me.” Supergirl said.

Lena sighed, looking up at the sky for a while. There was no stars in the sky, the moon was almost entirely hidden behind the clouds and there was a cold breeze swinging the leaves at the trees that could only mean it was going to rain at some point that night. She sighed again, thinking about her favoutire whiskey and her bed, and almost jumped away when she felt something touching her shoulder.

She turned her head to look at the hero, too shocked, and saw that the blonde alien was smiling gently at her. Lena hesitated for a few seconds, before allowing her body to relax and lean against Supergirl. Smiling pleased with herself, Supergirl threw one arm around her shoulders, bringing her cape with her, efficiently using it as a blanket for Lena.

The CEO allowed herself to smile a little at the gesture, especially when she realized how warm the red cape actually was. The cold breeze couldn’t get through her anymore and the fabric was much softier than she expected.

Maggie found them five minutes later and it broke her heart to interrupt. Lena fell asleep with her head in Kara’s shoulder and the blonde was resting her head on top of hers with the silliest smile the detective had ever saw on her face.

VII.

“Good evening, Supergirl.” Lena greeted with a soft voice and a shy smile.

The hero, who had just landed on her balcony, smiled at her. “Ms. Luthor. I thought I would stop by to see how are you feeling after last night.”

Lena shrugged. “I’m good. You saved me before anything could happen.”

“Well, it’s only my job.” Supergirl was about to say something else, but imediatly shut her mouth when she saw Lena running her hands up and down her arms in a weak attempt to warm herself. “Are you cold?”

Lena chuckled lowly. “It’s ok, I’m fine.”

Supergirl frowned at her, then looked over her shoulder to her penthouse. “Maybe you should get inside to warm up.”

That actually made the brunette laugh openly. She shook her head fondly and looked at the night sky. The stars, just like the other night, were gone, but she could see the moon this time. “What’s your thing with me being cold, Kara?”

Lena turned her head just in time to see the surprise flash across Supergirl’s face before she could hide it behind her mask. “I don’t understand what you’re talking, Ms. Luthor.”

The urge to roll her eyes was stronger than her, but Lena did tried to look away while doing it. “I already figured it out, Kara, you don’t have to hide it anymore.”

There was an uncomfortable silence that followed her statment and, for a second, Lena thought her friend was only going to fly away and pretend that talk never happened, but then Kara’s shoulders dropped and she sighed. “What gave me away?”

Lena smiled at her, which made the hero relax a little. “You kept me warm last night.”

It was true. After Maggie informed them that Lena’s driver was just driving around the block to come get her, Kara, as Supergirl, had just jumped from the back of the ambulance while taking her cape off completely. She made sure it was around Lena’s body, before nodding once. “I will grab it later.” She informed when Lena tried to give it back to her.

Kara actually blushed a little to that. “I’m sorry I didn’t told you before.”

“I’m sure you had your reasons.” Lena whispered softly. “Just, please, tell it isn’t because of who I am. If it’s because I didn’t gave you reasons to trust me or something like that, I get it, but if it’s only because I’m a Luthor...”

“No, of course not!” Kara took a urgent step foward and her hands raised like she was about to grab Lena’s shoulders, but she stoped herself in the last minute and her arms dropped to her sides. “I was scared something bad was going to happen to you. A lot of people got hurt because they know my secret, I didn’t wanted you to be one of them or to be near that type of danger.” A shy amused grin made it’s way to her lips and Lena quirked one eyebrow at her friend. “To be honest, you’re already a magnet for danger, maybe adding to it wouldn’t make any good.”

“So you were only trying to protect me?” Lena shivered again, less because of the cold night air and more because the look Kara was giving her was almost too much to bear.

Kara’s face lighted up with one of her beautiful smiles and she opened her arms, the edges of her cape being held by her fingers, making it look way bigger like that. Lena understood the invitation and promptly walked inside her personal space, circling her arms around Kara’s waist as the blonde hugged her. They stayed like that, curled into each other, wrapped by Supergirl’s cape as a blanket, in silence for a couple of seconds.

Kara broke the silence with a soft voice. “I will always protect you, Lena.” She promissed and placed a lovingly kiss on top of the CEO’s head. “And I will keep you warm, too.” She teased.

Lena raised her head from Kara’s shoulder to look at her, eyes bright and a little scared. “Kara, I...” She stoped to take a deep breath and gather her courage, but she didn’t have to.

Kara leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. It was brief, lovely and warm, but it held so much meaning that Lena thought that she was going to pass out for a second. When she opened her eyes again, the blonde was already looking at her. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but...” Kara sighed happily. “I’m not the only who can feel something between us.”

“What took you so long to act on it?” Lena decided to ignore her own hypocrisy.

“It wasn’t fair to say something when you didn’t know the whole true.” Kara hesitated for a second, but then her goofy smile appeared. “And also I wasn’t sure you were flirting with me or just being you. And also because I was too scared to say something. And also because you’re feeling really good against me right now and it just looked like the right time. And also...”

“I think I get it.” Lena interrupted her with an eye roll.

Kara chuckled and leaned to kiss her again. Once again, it was sweet and fast, but it left Lena’s lipst tingling. “You should get inside, is kinda cold outside.”

“Yes.” Lena agreeded, before hugging Kara tighter into her. She rested her head on the woman’s shoulder again and sighed gladly, closing her eyes. “But I’m warm right now.”

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The King And You (IV)

Part 4 : Pizza

Here I come with a brand new chapter for this Caspian fic!! I hope you all like it!!

I shamelessly stole a couple of ideas from the movie Kate & Leopold that I love so much. If you know the movie, I'm sure you'll recognize the references.

Caspian is still very confused and he needs a hug, the poor thing...

Word Count : 3345

He was back in your flat, and it was a rather strange feeling. For one thing, because it was where you had knocked him out and he had been arrested. For another, it was the perfect reminder that he had no way to go back to Narnia right now.

He had decided that he would deal with the issue the next day. For the moment he was famished and exhausted. He still had a little bit of food in his bag, and he would welcome even your floor to lie down and sleep for a few hours. The next day, he would try to find the Pevensies.

The sky was as dark as ink, filled with glimmering constellations Caspian didn't recognize. Lampposts shone through the streets, along with the headlights of the cars crossing the streets, their strange mechanic roars deafening to him. Despite the late hour, the city was still full of energy. It was not that surprising for New York, obviously.

He awkwardly stood in the middle of your living room, not knowing what to do next. He couldn't recognize several objects set against your wall, one of them looking like a large black mirror of some kind. Books covered shelves on the left wall of the room next to the window, and he felt grateful for the familiar sight, although he didn't recognize the style of the books and the material used for many of the covers. For sure though, they were not made out of leather…

"Sit down if you'd like. I'll get the pizza order… is there one you prefer?"

Caspian had no idea what a pizza was, so he preferred to not contradict you. He assumed it was food, but he was far from certain.

"No, I do not. Just choose what you would like best."

You gave him a confused and yet half-amused smile.

"You're talking funny. Why's that?"

"I… I don't know."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course not. I would never dare."

You opened your mouth to question his sincerity, but opted for a shrug instead. Nothing in this day was making any sense, and at this point you had given up on trying to understand the whole situation.

You called for a pizza, while Caspian was still trying to take in his surroundings, and failing for the most part. He patiently waited for you to finish whatever you were doing, and didn't dare to imagine the reason why you were talking out loud in a tiny box… you even seemed to be in conversation with that box…

For a moment the thought crossed his mind that maybe you were mad. It was easier, if just for an instant, to consider the entire world had gone crazy instead of admitting that he was the one crumbling. But the thought vanished like specks of dust scattered by the wind.

He found himself on the verge of tears again, and had to look away from you to hide his wet eyes. He was more terrified and lost and confused than ever before. But worst than anything, he couldn't see any solution. He couldn't merely call for an adviser this time. He couldn't walk through the castle in search for Reepicheep to get his point of view. No, instead, he was on his own…

He clenched his jaw to hold back the salty droplets that threatened to escape and wet his cheeks. Instead, he tried to clear his head. Fear was a tidal wave now, and he had to try and keep his head above the water, no matter how many times he would come close to drowning. He thought about his people, his kingdom. Narnians and Telmarines alike needed him. He had worked so hard to create a better world there, he couldn't give up now. He could never give up. All these innocent souls were his responsibility, and he wouldn't let them down, not for as long as he would draw breath.

He told himself one more time that he merely had to find the Pevensies, and the thought didn't fail to slow down his pounding heart. He wouldn't be alone then. He didn't think that they would know how to send him back, but they would help him, guide him, and make sure that everything would be alright. He would have help again. He wouldn’t have to worry about where to sleep and how to find food… they would help him with this world full of foreign objects and magic devices.

He took a deep breath. He simply had to find the Pevensies, and it would all be alright. How would he do such a thing? He didn't know for now, but he reckoned that he was too exhausted and too much on the edge of total breakdown to consider the question for tonight. It would have to wait for the dawn. For now, he just wanted to eat something and rest. He didn't have to worry about finding a place to stay in this strange land thanks to you, and he reckoned that it was enough planning for one night.

"Okay, we should get dinner in about 15 minutes," you chimed as you put your phone down on the coffee table before him and sat down on the sofa, joining the King. "While we wait, why don't you tell me who you are exactly and what you were doing in my bedroom. And I would very much like to hear the real story, this time."

He didn't flee your stare but his gaze was far from confident nonetheless, wondering what to answer. He couldn't simply tell you the truth, you would never believe him. How could you? He didn't even believe in it himself. His brain was still unsure if he was simply having the worst of nightmares, or if he really was in another world. He didn't even know if you were real yet.

"I told you, I was looking for my friends and…"

"Then you don't need me, and can just get in the right apartment," you interrupted him, crossing your arms before your chest.

He could read in your piercing stare that you weren't buying it. Not any of it. You were too clever to be fooled by his lies, and he knew it.

What to do then?

"I…"

He looked for the right words, but were there really even any right words to be spoken under such circumstances? Was there a way to express what couldn't possibly be imagined?

He could hardly blunt out of the blue that he was the king of a realm in another world, could he? And yet he couldn't lie either.

"I… I'm lost," he spoke softly, slowly, his voice hesitant, but not because he was looking for a strange story this time, simply because he didn't know how to articulate his ideas into a logical explanation. "I'm… I don't know how I've arrived in this town, and I am trying to find my friends. Maybe they can help me go home."

You frowned. He didn't seem to be lying, but then, you weren't exactly a lie-detector on two legs, were you?

"What do you mean by that? That you don't remember how you came here?"

"I… I don't know how I've arrived in your city. But now I cannot find the way to leave it and go home either. Which is why I need to find some people to help me get there again."

"Can't you just take a train? Or a plane? And how can you not remember how you came? Did someone give you LSD or something?"

Caspian had no idea what you were talking about whatsoever, and by the way his stare went all blank, you couldn't fail to notice it.

"I… I don't know," he carefully answered.

"Where do you come from?"

"Very far away."

"And where is that?"

"Just… you don't know the place."

"I've always been pretty good in geography."

He shook his head, but could read on your face, by the way your jaw clenched ever so slightly and your eyes narrowed a little, that you were losing your patience. So, he eventually answered. It couldn't be too bad… you would simply not recognize the name.

"Narnia."

And indeed, you frowned hard, but couldn’t find where this country could be.

"Where is it?"

Caspian's brain raced again as fast as it could.

"It's… an independent kingdom. Very little. Very far from here. It is quite hard to get in. We like to live by ourselves."

"Are you making all this up?"

"No, I am not."

Well, after all, he wasn't completely lying, was he?

"Why can't you go home?" you asked, choosing to move the subject to another direction.

But Caspian here again didn't have any answers to give you. Or are least, none that you would accept. So he chose to terminate the conversation.

"It doesn't matter, not to you. Tomorrow, I'll go and look for my friends again, and I'll be fine, and you can forget all that happened."

"Try not to go through the wrong door again, huh?" you teased, and he couldn't refrain a little smile.

"I am so terribly ashamed and sorry for what happened."

"Let's not mention that again. I've hit you on the head, so I guess we can say we're even."

You both chuckled.

"Actually, have they done something for your head?" you went on, studying his forehead and noticing in the blink of an eye the traces that remained staining his skin of dry blood. "I've hit you quite hard."

"They give me what I needed to clean up the blood, I am quite fine, thank you."

"I should take a look… I have some disinfectant, hold on."

You stood up and disappeared for only a few seconds before coming back with everything you would need to clean the cut you were sure to find under his hair, along a few sticking plasters just in case.

"May I?" you asked, nodding to his hair, and he held his long locks up for you to see his forehead completely.

Indeed, above his temple, right at the base of his hairline, there was a little cut, barely more than a scratch. Nothing serious, you reckoned, but you cleaned it up anyway, making him wince as you pressed the disinfectant against the wound.

"Sorry, I know… these things always hurt."

"I am quite alright. Thank you."

You couldn't help but notice how dark his eyes were now that you had the occasion to look at them from up close. You noticed the single freckle under one of them. You noticed how smooth his hair seemed to be…

You shook yourself. You were NOT finding this stranger that gave you the fright of your life attractive. NO! Y/N, get yourself together!

Gosh… these dark brown eyes, though… You could have lost your soul in them…

"So… hmm… Caspian," you stuttered a little, tripping on your words because of how deep and intense his stare was. "How are you going to find your friends?"

"I… I am not sure," he admitted, and fear and sorrow seemed to drown his gaze again, much to your displeasure. "I will try something tomorrow. I don't know for you, Lady Y/N, but my day was full of enough adventures for one journey of the sun."

You giggled.

"Lady Y/N? Are you serious? Gosh, you almost sound like the character from a book or something… Jane Austen's type of Regency extreme politeness."

"Is it a bad thing, my Lady?"

You could feel the heat spreading through your face, and he did notice that you seemed a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"There's no use to call me Lady… no one calls people like this nowadays… they haven't for a while. What are you doing that for?"

"I… I am sorry, I did not mean to offend you."

"Offend me? Well, here's another weird thing I haven't heard in a while."

You were interrupted by someone knocking on your front door, and guessed that the pizza was already there. While you disappeared again, Caspian tried to compose himself for what was to come. What kind of magic could a pizza be? Maybe it was an ancient spell. Maybe it was a weapon… What could he do to defend himself then? For sure, his sword was still by his side, hidden under his long cloak, but what good would his blade be against your foreign weaponry? He had seen the police weapons, and didn't dare to guess what their powers were. They seemed to be long-distance weapons, considering the way the officers had pointed them at him. Maybe some kind of advanced bows and arrows. Well then, he would struggle with a sword to say the list. Was that the name of these mysterious weapons? Pizza?

You were back in no time, carrying a large but thin box in your hands that you put down on the table between the two of you. And when you opened the top, Caspian couldn't stop himself from raising a surprised eyebrow.

It looked like… food?

You took a slice and then a bite, nodding in approbation as you chewed on the pepperoni pizza. Caspian couldn't refrain a relieved sigh. You had bought food for both yourself and him, and he felt guilty for the ill thoughts that had darkened his mind just a moment before. He had doubted your good intentions, but now he could see that you didn't intend any harm. In this strange world, how hard it would be for him to lay down his trust for anyone. But maybe… just maybe… you had earned a little of it tonight.

You noticed that he wasn't eating though, when you were already almost done with your first slice.

"You don't like pepperoni? You told me to choose…"

"I'm sure I will like it," he politely smiled.

"Well… dig in then."

He thanked you with a nod and picked up some food, using his fingers just like you had done. An amused smile crept up through your lips. This man was definitely the strangest guy you had ever met.

Caspian first took one careful, tiny bite. He recognized some ingredients without difficulty, and altogether, he quite liked the taste of it. The second bite was more confident, and the ghost of a smile curved up his lips ever so slightly.

"Are you going to tell me that you had never had pizza before?" you asked in an astonished tone.

"Indeed, it is the first time I taste this food, but it is quite good."

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Wow… you…" you let out a sigh, deciding to change the subject of the conversation. "What do you do for a living, then?"

What could he answer to that… he could hardly say he was king, could he?

"I… work for… the government of my… realm."

"Realm?"

"Realm. Yes."

"Narnia, right?"

"Yes."

"And what do you do for your government? Or is it a little secret?"

"Yes, yes!" Caspian seized the perfect excuse to not answer the question. "It is quite… sensitive. I can hardly say much about it."

"Why are you dressed like that though?"

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

But the second the question passed his lips, he found it rather stupid. He merely had to look at you, dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, that for him seemed all but familiar. Of course, his own clothes were quite out of fashion here.

"I…"

But you suspiciously narrowed your eyes at him, and he fell silent, waiting for you to speak first.

"Are you an artist or something? Like… are these clothes for a play?"

That was as plausible as any other explanation he could have given you, so Caspian decided to unashamedly roll with it.

"Indeed."

"And you play a diplomat? Like a… renaissance period drama?"

"Indeed!"

"Why didn't you just say so!" you asked with a loud wave of laughter leaving your throat that sounded quite relieved. "It's less scary than what I had imagined you could be! You're just… a weird actor staying in character 24/7, not a serial killer! Why didn't you just say so?"

He shrugged.

"Well… my profession is not always regarded with kindness, so I preferred to leave you in the dark on that part."

"Really? Even now? Gosh, I thought the world had evolved enough away from that. I mean, just look at the movie industry and all that…"

"You would be surprised," he mumbled, hoping that his words fitted in the conversation, but you nodded in a silent understanding, and he guessed that it meant that he had spoken well.

"Why are you always in character though?"

"I… just need to do so."

"Where are you playing? And then… hang on a minute… that all story about you being lost and Narnia and all, it's in your play?"

Caspian wondered what by Aslan's name had happened in his brain to make him think that pretending to be an artist was a good idea. He didn't even like plays that much, he much preferred songs. But that was not the point, and he forced his mind to work at full speed in an attempt to find another explanation… any explanation… something!

"I am truly lost," he answered with wary and carefully chosen words. "And I do need to find my friends to find my way back home. The rest… yes, it is in the play."

"Right…"

He was strange. The weirder person you had ever met. You reckoned that this was for now his predominant characteristic, far above his good-looks and good-manners… and his very sexy British accent as well. Was he faking this as well, or was he really from the other side of the ocean?

You reckoned you wouldn't really learn anything about him, and you knew that you should have been afraid of someone like him. And yet… yet for some reason – and I promise that it has nothing to do with me, your favourite narrator, it all comes from your heart – you couldn't find a way to feel threatened by him. He seemed so fragile…

There was a short silence, and Caspian decided to take the conversation into his own hands. It would help him avoid more questions, after all.

"Do you live here on your own? Or… maybe your husband will be back soon?"

You snorted.

"No husband, thank you very much," you shook your head, swallowing another mouthful of pizza. "I'm single. And living here alone."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Sorry? Why?"

"I… I don't know."

He bit his tongue. Maybe for this world, a woman living on her own was normal.

"Do you work then? If you live alone."

"Of course, I work," you suspiciously narrowed your eyes at him again. "Why… are you one of these sexist guys?"

He raised a hand in a soothing gesture.

"That was not what I meant. What do you do for a living then?"

"I'm a painter."

"Oh, how impressive! You must be very talented! I was never even able to draw as much as a tree."

You chuckled.

"Well… I'm good enough to pay my rent, I can hardly ask for more."

Without the two of you noticing, the pizza had slowly disappeared from its cardboard box, and it seemed that your meal was over.

"I'll give you enough money to pay for a taxi tomorrow, so you can go wherever you need to go," you smiled, standing up and picking up the pizza box. "I'll get you a pillow and blanket so you can sleep on the couch."

"Thank you again for your kindness and hospitality."

An amused smile appeared on your lips.

"Why do you stay in character talking like that?"

But you disappeared with a giggle, and he reckoned he had done good enough for tonight.

Tomorrow would be another day, and he could only hope it wouldn't be worse than this one. But then, how could it be worse?

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caws5749 · 4 years

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This took SO LONG thanks @natthisback

1: Name Madison

2: Age 21

3: 3 fears spiders, not becoming a doctor, becoming like my parents

4: 3 things i love marvel movies, my blanket (whoops), and scrunchies

5: 4 turn ons compliment me, be chivalrous, (idk if this means sex turn on too or not but) moaning my n- ANYWHO uh and the last one definitely like showing you want me

6: 4 turn offs someone who only talks about themselves, being like wishy washy, being arrogant/cocky, complaining about the same things

7: my best friend that would be shea @cloversofshea

8: sexual orientation lesbian

9: my best first date okay SO this like isn’t a first date but it was my first like nicer dinner date so I’m gonna count it. It was just this past weekend actually and i just i loved it so much it was amazing

10: how tall am i 5’2

11: what do i miss honestly, feeling like i was good at things

12: what time were i born 11:14am

13: favorite color purple, although it’s slowly been turning to like a baby light pink

14: do i have a crush yes yes i do and i likes her a lot

15: favorite quote “Truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.”

16: favorite place Chicago or New York City

17: favorite food SALMON

18: do i use sarcasm yes, but i feel like i don’t use it as much as i used to

19: what am i listening to right now Christmas pop playlist on Spotify

20: first thing i notice in new person whether they only talk about themselves

21: shoe size 8 or 8.5

22: eye color blue

23: hair color right now, it’s a brown that goes to blond at my ends

24: favorite style of clothing so if this means like fav style to wear daily, definitely athleisure. If it means in general, i love love love preppy looks? But not super preppy.

25: ever done a prank call? Absolutely, many times

27: meaning behind my url i explain this in my about me page (linked in bio!)

28: favorite movie captain America winter soldier

29: favorite song i don’t really have favorite songs but rn it’s prob December night by Michael buble

30: favorite band i don’t really have fav bands

31: how i feel right now it’s really hot in here, so warm. I feel okay

32: someone i love i love lots of people but ill stick with @cloversofshea

33: my current relationship status I’ve answered this so many times literally just look at the ask game tag

34: my relationship with my parents um yikes

35: favorite holiday Halloween

36: tattoos and piercing i have i have 6 tattoos! “Breathe” on my right inner ankle, a heart on left shoulder, heart w equal sign in it behind right ear, basically an ecg on my left inner ankle, Aquarius symbol on right bicep, and caws 5749 on my left side. And my ears are pierced.

37: tattoos and piercing i want definitely the black widow symbol in the same place Scarlett got her og6 tattoo, an amino acid tattoo that spells out “wah” , definitely more little tattoos! And maybe more ear piercings idk

38: the reason i joined tumblr so, I’ve had a tumblr for many many years. I originally joined bc my best friends at the time had them, and i was like sure! Ive deleted that personal blog since, and started my new personal blog a few years ago. I also have a studyblr that i started i think back in high school, and i just started this blog back in the end of July!

39: do i and my last ex hate each other no, I’d say far from it bc i likes her a lot

40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts yes from her and i fucking love it, it used to be a bigger thing almost every day and i loved it

41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted lmao no and for those who were wondering it is @cloversofshea

42: when did i last hold hands LMAO WITH @michelinaamour WHEN I WAS STUMBLING HOME DRUNK IN HIGH HEELS

43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning it depends, anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half

44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days no! I am super lucky and have really light colored hairs on my legs and so i dont’ have to shave very often. Also i just want to say that i personally love shaving my legs and it is my choice to do so.. girls, you do not need to shave!!

45: where am i right now so i started answering this in the research lab, but i am currently sitting at one of the dining places on campus finishing it

46: if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me LMAO DEFINITELY @michelinaamour because she’s done it ALREADY FOR ME MULTIPLE TIMES

47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level it depends, in car trips, definitely blast it. But just driving around or listening in doors, definitely reasonable level

48: do i live with my mom and dad nope i live with @michelinaamour

49: am i excited for anything yes, I’m excited for lots of things. I get excited easily

50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to no. I used to

51: how often do i wear a fake smile this is a really interesting question. I don’t consider smiles i give to random people like ordering food or something to be fake, so i would say fake smiles are when I’m not okay and trying to hide it. Which happens less often now bc I’m just much happier of a person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone I think it was @michelinaamour two days ago but i think i hugged @cloversofshea that day too so

53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me I’d be heartbroken tbh

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not yes, certain adults in my life

55: what is something i disliked about today my hair won’t do what i want it to :(

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth who would it be probably Chris Evans or Scarlett Johansson

57: what do i think about the most tumblr and everything with that, or probably her or school stuff definitely

58: what’s my strangest talent i don’t think i have any lol

59: do i have any strange phobias yes definitely haha, I’m terrified of stepping on worms

60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it i think a few years ago i would have said behind, but honestly I think I’d love to be in front of the camera now

61: what was the last lie i told i actually don’t know. Maybe this past weekend as to like the fact that i was going out on a date instead of just going out with a friend

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online I’d say talking on the phone bc then they cant’ see me lmao

63: do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: do i believe in magic? Yes, or at least, that’s what i tell myself

65: do i believe in luck yes

66: what’s the weather like right now snowy!

67: what was the last book I’ve ever read The Butchering Art, it’s about the history of surgery

68: do i like the smell of gasoline omg yes yes yes yes yes yes

69: do i have any nicknames yes, madz, madi, girl who lives by the kitchen, queen (a new one) and clown (also a new one) thanks @natthisback

70: what was the worst injury I’ve ever had back in freshman year of college, i did something stupid and my foot swelled up like hell and hurt so bad. There were no fractures detected but the swelling stayed for a really long time, as well as the bruising and pain, and it never returned to normal

71: do i spent my money or save it SPEND IT BABY

72: can i touch my nose w my tongue no I’m not that talented

73: is there anything pink in 10 ft from me. Hmm part of my backpack? And my rings are pinkish bc they are rose gold. Oh and my scrunchie is pink, as well as my iPad

74: favorite animal cat

75: what was i doing last night at 12am i was still at work In the emergency room!

76: what do i think satan’s last name is uh honestly Jim lmao (it’s demons Jim! @cloversofshea )

77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it so good by dove Cameron

78: how can you win my heart suggest we watch a marvel movie, and I’m prob straight up in love. There are other things too but they’re pretty general, like compliment me, show you want me ya know

79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone haha, as a joke, “so realy its very thing. Just to keep everyone guessing.” But idk something funny

80: what is my favorite word i have no idea, maybe like sophisticated or something like that or aesthetic , champagne is a good one too

81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr ooh! Okay so @markiplier @lesbian-deadpool @americasass-romanoff @lesbianmariahilll @shining-rey-of-sunshine but i love so so so so so many more, and i have a lot of top blogs

82: if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say fuck trump also I’m gay as hell and I’m growing tired of hiding it from people

83: do i have any relatives in jail not that i know of

84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegatables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super power of my choice! What is that power lmao this question is great. Prob same powers as Wanda

85: what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on any weird fetis- JUST KIDDING. Do you still think about them?

86: what is my current desktop picture so on my laptop, it’s fall flowers. But since that’s broken af, i use my iPad and that background is one of the apple ones. It’s just a beach idk why but I’ve never changed it

87: had sex WHY IS THIS IN EVERY SINGLE ASK GAME WTF

88: bought condoms nope i am gay as hell bye

89: gotten pregnant nope i am gay as hell bye

90: failed a class nope, definitely come close though

91: kissed a boy yes

92: kissed a girl yes

93: have i ever kissed somebody in th rain honestly, probably at some point, but I’ve never had one of those romantic kisses in the rain. I really really want to though and i think about it a lot

94: had job yeah, I’ve had three true jobs

95: left the house without my wallet probably

96: bullied someone on the internet no bc I’m not a fucking douche

97: had sex in public not yet

98: played on a sports team yeah, played softball and basketball in middle school

99: smoked weed yeah, but i didn’t get high

100: did drugs nope

101: smoked cigarettes nope, i think i asked drunk once if i could smoke, but my friend was like “really?” And i was like uhhhhhh just kidding haha

102: drank alcohol lmao i drink fucking all the time i mean. I literally have drunk writing nights , I’m drinking tonight too

103: am i a vegetarian/vegan i was a vegetarian for a while, and then an aspiring vegan, and then vegetarian, and then pescatarian now!

104: been overweight no

105: been underweight yes

106: been to a wedding yeah, but like not for a long time. I was like 4 and the flower girl. Oh WAIT. Does playing a wedding count? I played cello at a wedding so i was there???

107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight hell yeah, how would i function not doing this with class and relaxing

108: watched tv for 5 hours straight lmao definitely

109: been outside my home country yeah

110: gotten my heart broken yeah

111: been to a professional sports game yeah. I don’t really do sports though , so when i go it’s usually in suites and I’m just there for the food

112: broken a bone nope!

113: cut myself this is...a. Really deep question but bc i want to be able to speak about mental health on here, the answer is yes.

114: been to prom yes! I went to my junior and senior proms!

115: been in airplane too many times

116: fly by helicopter no, I’m not sure if i want to do this or not

117: what concerts have i been to I’ve been to lots. So first off, I’ve been to hundreds of classical concerts (and performed in them). As for pop, Bruno mars twice, maroon five like three times. Selena Gomez. Josh groban. American authors. Definitely others that i don’t remember

118: had a crush on someone of the same sex yes I’m fucking gay

119: learned another language so if this means fluent, no. I took a decent amount of French and am learning Russian right now!

120: wore make up absolutely. When i choose to wear makeup, its because i fuckign love makeup haha. Most days I’m lazy though and like to let my skin breathe and be natural

121: lost my virginity before I was 18 no

122: had oral sex yeah

123: dyed my hair many times

124: voted in a presidential election okay i think so but honestly can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure i did.

125: rode in an ambulance no and i never want to.

126: had a surgery no and i never want to haha. Well i cant say that. Depending on how my life plays out, I might freeze my eggs or something.

127: met someone famous yes, several I think, but probably Henry winkler was the one I remember most.

128: stalked someone on a social network yeah

129: peed outside nope don’t think so and definitely don’t want to

130: been fishing yes I have been ice fishing and regular fishing

131: helped w charity i have!

132: been rejected by a crush I’ve been not liked back but i don’t think I’ve ever made like a move on a crush and been rejected

133: broken a mirror ooh i don’t think i have actually

134: what do i want for birthday nothing bc i dont’ like my bday

#madison speaks #ask game

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theomachys · 4 years

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jinhyuk walks wooseok to the bus stop after every practice.

it starts innocuously–as the trainee who’s been there the longest, welcoming the new kids becomes his thing, mostly because cheol doesn’t want to. and jinhyuk really doesn’t mind showing the newbies around, holding their hand (whether metaphorically or literally) through their first day at transform media. it’s scary, venturing out into the unknown. if he can help somehow, he’s happy to.

wooseok is hard to read, but jinhyuk thinks he must be nervous to be thrown into all of this without a warning. jinhyuk remembers feeling like he’d wandered into the deep end of the pool with no lifeguard present. but here, he is the lifeguard, and he’ll rescue trainees like wooseok from going under. so he lets wooseok stick close throughout the day, shares his mother’s homemade snacks during breaks, and waits with him until he finishes changing after practice.

the sun’s long since set as they leave the building, and jinhyuk turns to wooseok with a frown. “d’you know your way home?” he asks, and wooseok jerks his head in a nod.

“yeah.” he points in the opposite direction of where jinhyuk’s headed. “i have to catch the bus from there.” but wooseok doesn’t move, frozen in place as if held there by some unseen force.

jinhyuk waits, then says eventually, “i’m going that way too. want to walk together?”

“okay.” he thinks that it’s something akin to relief softening the corners of wooseok’s eyes.

they chatter about a number of different things on their way there, and jinhyuk stays with wooseok until his bus arrives. once the bus is finally out of sight, he turns back around and begins the late-night trek to his train station.

it becomes routine after that, and despite the aches and pains, jinhyuk doesn’t mind the doubled journey, because it gives him more time to spend with wooseok.

(wooseok eventually figures it out. “you should’ve told me,” he says, faintly mortified, and jinhyuk just laughs and slings and arm over his shoulder.

“you needed me to stay with you,” he says. “i was your lifeguard.” it was my choice. he’s never regretted it.)

II.

they see the first frozen movie together.

it’s not a date, except it is, but jinhyuk is too young to call it that. it’s ‘friends hanging out’ instead, though cheol says, “if you want it to be a date, then make it a date” when jinhyuk asks him for advice. like it’s just that simple, that straightforward. jinhyuk wonders if these things just come easy to cheol.

“isn’t that weird? we’re both boys.” and he feels like wooseok is easily spooked. hopefully not by him anymore, but uncertainty makes its home in jinhyuk’s chest, whispering that wooseok wouldn’t like it if–

“it’s only weird if you act like it’s weird.”

and maybe cheol has a point, but jinhyuk still can’t bring himself to say it. ‘it’s a date!’ even casually, even nonchalantly, might betray deeper feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with. so he sticks to ‘friends hanging out’, but it’s more.

he dresses nicer than usual, pays for all the food, and slips his hand into wooseok’s in the darkened theatre when hans turns evil. wooseok doesn’t question it, doesn’t pull away, just gives jinhyuk’s hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say, hi and i’m here and i wouldn’t do that to you and this is a date.

jinhyuk tries to explain it to cheol later, but can’t. some memories belong only to him.

(they see frozen 2 together as well.

jinhyuk calls wooseok first, two tickets in hand. they’re the pretty ones, collectibles in their own right. he wonders if wooseok would give him his to keep if he asked. maybe it should be awkward, asking wooseok to do anything with him–they still haven’t returned to what they used to be, and perhaps they never will–but he blurts the invitation out before he can convince himself this a bad idea. wooseok agrees quickly.

“it’s a date,” jinhyuk says, and there’s a hitch of breath followed by a long pause on the other end of the line. “figure of speech,” he adds belatedly, resignedly. some risks aren’t worth taking anymore.

“yeah,” wooseok exhales. “of course. see you then.”

wooseok pays him back for the ticket, and they buy snacks separately. jinhyuk’s hand twitches, but he keeps it glued to the armrest and never glances over, even when he can feel wooseok’s eyes on the side of his face.

it’s a date, except it’s not.)

III.

here is how jinhyuk realizes he’s in love with a boy he can’t have:

in the back room of a tv station, with a lukewarm cup of water in his hands, his manager bearing down on him with hissed advice about the questions the hosts are going to ask. “they’ll ask about your first love,” he says. “and just tell them it was someone in elementary school but you haven’t seen them since.”

it’s a standard, safe answer for an idol. it feels wrong. jinhyuk knows that variety shows like this are mostly an opportunity to flex the carefully constructed background his company designed for him, but he doesn’t want to lie about this. “but i only met wooseok in middle school–”

he stops, and his manager gives him a pointed look. “what does that have to do with anything?” he asks, and jinhyuk can’t answer.

it hits him then, and half the water in his cup spills onto the floor, onto his shoes. my first love was wooseok. and a second later, i’m still in love with wooseok. and it’s so goddamn clear, so obvious that jinhyuk cannot believe he didn’t see it before. maybe he did. maybe on some level, he’s always know, but–

his eyes burn with unshed tears, but all he wants is to laugh. jinhyuk gets the chance to do neither, because the assistants usher him on set for the taping not long after. he puts on a smile for the show, focuses on his reactions and on making people happy, on looking like the comedian he knows they want him to be. it’s his image. it’s a shield. it’s armor. it keeps him from having to think about wooseok’s shade and the confession on his own lips, a year too late.

the hosts ask the first love question eventually. jinhyuk takes a breath. “we met a while ago,” he says, deliberately ambiguous. “we were close for some time, and i really liked them. like, i couldn’t imagine not being with them, you know?” cheol pinches his knee in a silent warning. “but i basically got rejected before i could confess, so maybe i have some heartbreak-related trauma?” jinhyuk laughs and shakes his head.“we didn’t keep in touch after that,” he continues. “i doubt they even remember me.”

(”real subtle,” cheol says later, acidic. “like we don’t know you were talking about wooseok. like wooseok doesn’t know you were talking about him.

jinhyuk shrugs. “i doubt he watches.” he didn’t really lie. wooseok probably doesn’t remember him.)

IV.

he sees wooseok once from a distance, in those three years they spend apart.

it’s on the train. spect8 is suspended in limbo these days, and jinhyuk is astute enough to recognize the hiatus for the death sentence it is. he picks up a part-time job at a chicken place, and what hurts is that no one recognizes him enough even to mock him for working a menial job when he should be–hell, he doesn’t know. he should be a star. they promised him he would be a star.

he usually logs into the fancafe during his commute to leave messages for their fans and read the ones they’ve left for the members. but the membership numbers have been declining along with the messages themselves, and some days jinhyuk feels like he’s yelling into the void. it’s a quiet day when he looks up, defeated, and spots him.

wooseok, with his glasses on, looking down at something on his phone. he’s wearing a black sweater that looks too big for him, and his hair is soft and floppy. he sways in place with the motion of the train, but doesn’t seem in danger of falling or hurting himself.

and there’s a hollow place in jinhyuk’s chest that aches at the sight, that wants to push his way through the crowd and come to a stop in front of wooseok and say, hi, it’s me, i miss you–

but seungwoo is behind him. he taps wooseok on the shoulder and says something. wooseok replies without looking away from his phone, then sighs and puts it away when seungwoo persists. the corners of his mouth tug up in a small, private smile.

jinhyuk almost calls out, then doesn’t.

(sometimes, he writes in the fancafe later, i remember that i’m not all that brave.)

years and years after, jinhyuk writes wooseok a letter.

five pages, single-sided, a messy stream of consciousness. jinhyuk’s never had a way with words, really, but they spill out of him in a frenzy, desperate to escape.

he starts page one with, you probably guessed this a long time ago, but i used to be in love with you.

i don’t know if i ever really got over you, he admits on page two. but i need to.

page three is introspective. no one will write any stories about us. people crave a happy ending, some closure. we never found ours. was it coincidence or by design? maybe closure meant letting you go and i was scared. loving you alone was better than not loving you at all, because i don’t know how not to be in love with you.

this is so fucked up, he writes on page four. i don’t think things were meant to turn out this way. in an ideal world, maybe i would have… maybe you would have… you ever think the universe fights for some people to be together, but they screw it up? their one chance? their one shot?

on page five, he scribbles, i don’t regret loving you. however we ended–i don’t regret that. i don’t regret you.

i’m going to be happy, is what jinhyuk ends the letter with. i hope you are too.

(he almost sends it. then doesn’t. then does and never asks if wooseok received it. for his part, wooseok never brings it up, and this, then, is their closure.)

#heunjuk #filed under: answered #filed under: drabbles #muse: lee jinhyuk #opp: kim wooseok #HOW I STARTED THIS IN AUGUST 2019 #WE ARE IN FEB 2020 #i can't stand myself

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szappan · 4 years

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tags that i rarely do so now i feel accomplished

all of them are by @britneyshakespeare so thank you a lot!!

Name: i go by wiles on here, but the name i conjured up for myself for when im brave enough is flórián jeromos

Height: 5′4

Wearing: black pants and a white polo shirt, both of which are no better than rags now, but i’m attached, so i will keep them until i can’t sew them back together anymore.

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert

Siblings: one older brother, who is three years my senior

Following: 31. i tend to keep my following count low, for some reason.

Followers: 342, which is like whoa. so i’ll say it: whoa!

Degrees: i finished elementary school? all eight years. am now going to high school. this is my third year. two more to go, it’s silly.

Instruments: i am taking cello lessons and i can play the piano okay-ish

Favorite author: i really vibed with ottlik géza and also kosztolányi dezső and i like varró dániel’s stupid stupid poetry. i like a lot more authors though, like @britneyshakespeare and @aspiderperday @the-world-of-the-bestiary and villon and

Favorite Star Wars: the one where they’re on that deserty planet

Last Google search: 163 cm to feet and inches, before that i googled ‘can i make my eyes reflective’, even if i knew i can’t. one can dream.

Recommend a video game: i guess i would recommend mario kart because @stars-in-my-damn-eyes and i have a great time with it on the off-chance we see eachother (that’s it, right?)

Recommend a music album: magic christian music by badfinger because this time last year i would listen to that album ten times a day and műcsarnok by cseh tamás and friends because i do like that album a lot.

Recommend a book: the little prince, as always, and actually ive been thinking about this really tiny book about a big dog and a little dog that i read a couple years ago and i remember it being pretty wholesome but sad, like a winter evening

Recommend a recipe: i uh... bulgur? put bulgur in pot, cover bulgur with water, season bulgur water, let water dissolve by heating it, you have bulgur

Share a creative thought that you had today: i haven’t had a single thought today, no, i think. i’m just glad i’m home and can lie down after i finish this. i also want to draw a pangolin.

thank you, diana!!

another one, from long ago:

are u named after someone? i’ve been told no, but you never know, you know. there could be some secret person my parents knew but something happened to them so they’re not here anymore and it’s too painful a memory for my parents to talk about it, but they named me after them last time i cried? on the bus today, an hour ago, because i was wallowing in self-pity any kids? i don’t have any first thing i notice about a person? if i’ve seen them before do i use sarcasm? i try not to what’s your eye color? brownish green sludge, you know how it is. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings! of scary movies, occasionally. special talents? none, except for my flexible thumbs, that many other people have birthplace? budapest, hungary (disctrict III.) hobbies? spending time with my cat, petting my cat, singing to my cat, reading parts of books aloud to my cat, looking out the window with my cat, looking after my cat, drawing my cat, takig pictures o- do you / have you played any sports? i played all the sports. well, no, but i was a competitive swimmer for a good while, what happened to that? i also did synchronised swimming and i used to be pretty agile pets? cat!!! height? 5′4! :-D fave subject in school? i like literature and english and biology, but i do not particularly enjoy going to school dream job? shepherd in scotland, and i actually told @savoy-brown-shoe about my elaborate plan of moving there with her into a little cottage yesterday, and it would just be so amazing.

thank you! sorry for taking so long!

here’s another one where my height is asked which i Will answer

Name: Wiles

Birthday: in february, i will not elaborate because someone might see this and remember which will make me go like aaa :0

Zodiac Sign: not pisces!

Height: 5’4

Hobbies: i just remembered that i like sewing little felt animals :-)

Favourite Colors: all of them!

Favourite Books: the little prince and esti kornél and the cat that walked by himself

Last Song Listened To: starstruck baby starstruck you’re taken in by the lights think you’ll never look back but you know you’re starstruck on me pa para pa pa pararara

Last Movie Watched: Klaus on Netflix and i Did cry and it was So Pretty and aaa (oh and half of Animals Are Beautiful People in biology today, which is extremely funny, especially with the music they use)

Inspiration For Muse: qui?

Dream Job: shepherd! or conservator. or

Meaning Of URL: it means soap! i chose it because i was just surprised it wasn’t taken

thank you, Diana!! i will tag @anyone who wants to do any of these!! please tag me in your answers so i can see them, if you want me to.

#tags

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lunawings · 5 years

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King of Prism SSS episode 7 commentary (Leo)

So this episode is the opener for what I know as the theatrical “Part 3″ ... and boy what an opener.... By the time it was over I was like “T-That was only the first one... BUT IVE ALREADY FELT SO MANY THINGS..”

Having this as the first episode of the three has been pretty difficult because it’s just such a rollercoaster. I’ve actually been hesitant to see go Part 3 more just because I know I have to get through this episode right off the bat. And not because I think it’s a bad episode OH NO ITS JUST... SO MANY... FEELINGS..........

I got to go to the midnight showing for Part 3, and I honestly think that has an unfairly high influence on how I feel about the episodes. Part 1 and Part 3 I saw at the midnight showing and I loved them. Part 2 and Part 4 I saw at 8 am when I was exhausted and miserable and I ended up thinking Part 2 was weaker than the others, and Part 4....................... uhhuhh we’ll get to that later, anyway--

So when I translated the original story about Over the Rainbow crossdressing for Miss Kakyoin, I honestly did it just for that two second reference in episode 3. I had no idea this was also going to happen. So when the first second of Part 3 opened on the theater screen with this I was like OH. MY. GAWD. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I’m gonna cry already. (Little did I know what was coming up later in this episode....)

Also this was the point where I began to realize some of these episode are taking place in the past/out of order. Because SSS starts off in the summer, but the Kakyoin Fest usually takes place in May. So either this is a Rainbow Live retcon, or this episode is taking place in May. (But I suppose there’s no particular big reason that can’t be possible. Well one small one maybe...)

So this is Rinne’s first appearance in SSS, right? (Outside of her silhouette in the OP.)

So... I don’t really think it’s a spoiler to tell you she will appear again, under.... vErY DiFfeRent CircumStanCes........

And I just wonder if like, when we get to that moment, someone who is watching only SSS who has never seen Rainbow Live or Pride the Hero is gonna be like “Oh that’s the girl from the beauty contest.... wait..... WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING.... “

Oh lord.

Anyway.

This scene is a whole lot of fun in cheering because we all have our green out and are cheering to Freedom, then it... stops.... then it starts again ahahah....

I love Taiga in the background here. It’s clearly intentional.

I wonder if he actually believes what Kazuki says here or not. But you know what. I don’t think it matters because I think this scene has about zero influence on how he reacts next. I mean, if Taiga actually realizes Kazuki’s just doing this to save face, well then.... hell yeah he’d want to help defend Kazuki-senpai’s honor! And if he believes him and thinks crossdressing and winning a beauty contest is an honor for Edel Rose.... hell yeah he’d want to follow in Kazuki-senpai’s footsteps ahah ha.......... yeah see it literally doesn’t matter........... For Kazuki-senpai!!!

Yeah see this is definitely post-episode 3 Taiga. He definitely changed in that episode after becoming honest about his feelings for Kazuki. So this is the only stupid little thing that makes me question when this episode is taking place since the Nebuta Festival is in August ahahah ha.... (Well maybe he realized long ago.)

Wait woah woah what’s going on here with the subtitle. I thought I saw someone else’s screenshot of this and it was an upside down “A”? Is it just my computer? Is it really like this?

BTW I actually never had any idea what they were saying here before, neither did I pick up that it was probably a reference to μ's because in the theater you just cannot see anything on that newspaper because it’s on screen for like half a second.

If I had, maybe I would have realized that.....

......Both Kakeru and Shin’s outfits seem to be a reference to the original Love Live! I had a little subconscious inkling in the back of my mind that I knew where Kakeru’s outfit was from and it probably wasn’t Pretty Series. But Shin..... Shin..... for the longest time I kept trying to think what coord this was. Because it does look like it could easily be a PriPara coord, doesn’t it? But after other folks started pointing it out, yeah it does look like they were trying to rip on the “Bokura wa Ima no Naka de” outfits goddamn it hahaha.... Well, it makes sense because there are people who worked on both Love Live! and Rainbow Live.

But yeah I swear if they had only made the skirt plaid I would have gotten it. The plaid skirts are such a big point of that outfit for me.

But still anyway, if anybody can think of a Pretty Series coord which is similar to this (or can make one on the 3DS).... um.... hit me up................ now..........

OH COME ON MINATO you can do so much better than this.... For Miss Schwartz you actually found a look that worked for you....

I mean sure he looks like someone’s mom but isn’t he.

The moment when I was like “Welp, maybe Taiga’s straight after all.” Such a mystery, this kid.

MINATO AND YU OMG

This moment goes by so fast I literally missed it my first two showings but OMG it’s my favorite joke in this episode and one of my favorite visual jokes overall I crack up uncontrollably every single time. Ahhhhhh you poor boys....

Welp someone hasn’t watched PriPara but I think we already knew that from Kakeru’s “Glowstick Cage”. Still, I really think you’d be able to figure out this is clearly a catch phrase but WHATEVS

I think my reaction echoes most of the community’s reaction as being “are they gonna say the thing--THEY SAID THE THING”

As much as I want to feel bad that Leo feels like he has to do this, it’s just too funny. And not to mention adorable.

How “masculine” Leo somehow ends up being EVEN CUTER than natural Leo, I will never be able to explain but OH LORD HE IS. (I guess just, the more he tries to fight it the stronger it is....)

He’s not lying.

................ no..... noooooo.......... *buries face in hands*

So. Okay. Okayokay. Sorry we gotta pause here oh boy.

Ever since the Pride the Hero era, Tsurugi was always my favorite member of The Shuffle. Especially since I realized that even though we could see him failing the training machine in the first movie, he still made the group. It was my headcanon that it was because Kokoro, Mondo, and Mitsuba helped him rise up and overcome his challenges until he finally made it. I saw him as the Otoha of the group. A sweet lovely boy who somehow got mixed up in all the corruption of Schwartz Rose AND SOMEHOW he survived.

And then this happened.

His feminine personality. It was all an act. IT WAS A LIE. Just created to add the right appeal to The Shuffle. AND I FELL FOR IT.

...............

I guess Joji isn’t the only liar in Schwartz Rose. I guess, Schwartz Rose just naturally attracts that kind of people huh.

Well, from this moment on Tsurugi was not my favorite anymore.

For the record, my favorite member of The Shuffle nowadays is Ace. And probably subconsciously has been since episode 5? But I actually didn’t come to realize that for.... a few more episodes...... So we’ll talk about it then.

Right now we have to talk about.... wait... wait no no no no no no no

You ever have one of those moments when time just kinda stops and everything just kinda... spins around you........... that was this moment for me at the midnight showing....................

Sorry I have to interrupt again to mention this. They revealed here Leo’s dad supposedly designed all these characters.

Well OK, but the thing is in this universe supposedly PairChams and stuff are actually real.

So how can they be designed by Leo’s dad?

Welp, my theory on this is Leo’s dad either was a prism star, or just has a lot of prism sparkle in him, and he secretly just draws exactly what he sees.

I think the phrasing is a little weird here. It’s more like Leo didn’t even particularly realize he was a boy. (Or what his gender was at all.)

(Yes they are wearing mini-Fortune Party CRs.)

(Yes this is also our Young of Prism reference.)

.......I really like this episode but...... this part is just so hard for me..... it’s just...... a bit too real............. but I applaud them for it the same time but.... it’s just.... it’s hard.............

People take out yellow and cheer for Otoha here, but at first I was just so distraught after the proceeding scenes it took me until maybe my 4th or 5th cheering show to actually join them.... just trying to get the energy and to come out of it and like oh it’s Otoha.... oh where are my concert lights.... oh where is yellow..... oh it’s over...... ................. (ahh it’s just.... so sad........)

Okay so now that we’ve gotten this far, I can finish my train of thought about the order that the boys joined Edel Rose.

I think it’s safe to assume Yukinojo was probably first. His episode revealed that he liked prism shows since he was really little, so he probably entered his first year of junior high? I think Kakeru was already in junior high when he found out about prism shows so he probably transferred in anywhere from 2012 - 2014.

Yu and Minato I think probably joined at the same time in April 2015. Because when we meet them in the first movie they are both 1st years (in junior high and senior high respectively) and we know from Minato’s episode he was never in the junior high division.

Then Leo joined sometime not too long after that, and finally Shin.

Taiga is the only mystery, because his flashback only features Kazuki and there is nothing to particularly date it. In my head I’m gonna throw him in there after Kakeru but before Minato/Yu though.

......Anyway.

Leo’s reactions as he meets each of the boys, and vice versa, are just... SO INTERESTING to me and reveal so much about him and the other characters. So I’m sorry but. We’re basically gonna take this frame-by-frame....

Oh gosh oh no oh to think that because of his experiences in life, Leo is just so conditioned to the point where this is the first thing he says directly to any of his new friends I just I.... *chair squeak* excuse me I need a moment.

*walks out of the room*

*comes back after several minutes*

Oho gosh okay okay sorry where were we

AND HIS FACE when he realizes Kakeru called him cute and clearly meant it as a compliment I just I *chair squeak* I may need another minute we’re like ten seconds into this scene and it’s already just--

OHHHH MANNNNNN

I’m pretty sure Leo’s extreme reaction here isn’t because he’s upset at not being called cute. It’s because, once again, Leo is just so conditioned because of everything he’s been through. He took one look at Taiga and probably saw him as the exact archetype of a person who usually bullies him.

But he was wrong.

Taiga, the actual purehearted softie that he is, had absolutely no idea his words would have such an effect on Leo. And once he realizes, he PANICS, and says absolutely anything he has to in order to fix it as fast as possible.

TAIGA

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

I’d also like to note what makes this scene even funnier is that Taiga is using a Tohoku slang word for “cute”. (This is a younger Taiga who hasn’t quite lost his northern dialect yet. Also sort of a northerners bonding moment for the two of them maybe?)

So Taiga being attracted to Leo is a thing I guess. But.... but does it really count as being gay with Leo, like I mean.....?

Well.... Taiga being asexual is probably ruled out at least.

Anyway.

Out of all of them, Leo’s encounter Minato might just be my favorite.

First, Minato reaches out his hand intending to shake Leo’s.

But Leo, probably being just.... so desperate for human contact at his point, sees this and actually reaches up and grabs Minato’s hand with both his hands instead.

If you remember, Leo being too touchy-feely with other boys was one of the reasons he was bullied. Probably moments exactly like this.

But Minato....

He doesn’t flinch. His expression never changes. Instead he’s just like, oh you remind me of my sister. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

And he probably thinks that’s kinda nice that it will be like having his beloved sister around.

shfsfshl;dsaSDJGSOGSAG+J

Yu doesn’t care who Leo is as long as he thinks he’s cool.

Sounds about right.

Gonna say the obvious here but YUKINOJO WHAT ARE YOU DOING

How he just immediately powers down and goes into kabuki practice mode when nothing has been happening for 30 seconds.....

I have things to say about this encounter too but we’ll get to it later.

My favorite comedic line in the episode.

Yukinojo is somewhat oblivious about gender norms himself eheh.

I love the juxtaposition of this line with this scene. It’s not a coincidence surely.

Leo kind of just made a fool of himself here, but the other boys had almost no reaction. They were all just kinda like “huh”, and instead of “this Leo kid is a weirdo” it’s “Yukinojo what did you do” hahahah. That, is acceptance. That is Leo finally finding a place where he can belong.......... Until.....

Oh boy I’m sorry we gotta go on another tangent here. A dark one.

Throughout SSS it’s pretty clear that Shin’s arrival had a big impact on everyone, but it probably had the biggest impact on Leo.

Edel Rose was the first place in his adolescence where he was able to find acceptance.

And I think it’s safe to say, that without Shin to bring everyone together, Edel Rose probably would not have survived.

And if that happened.....

Leo would have nowhere to go.

I really shudder to think about what might have happened.

And I don’t think it’s a huge exaggeration to think that Shin joining Edel Rose... may have actually saved Leo’s life.

So when you really stand by and take all of this into perspective.

All of a sudden how attached Leo is to Shin. His over-protectiveness, his jealousy. It.... it starts to make a lot more sense.

So from this moment on I decided I won’t fault him for it anymore. I can understand.

Oh gosh okay I know it’s hard to come out of that with this, but....

Y.. yay Christmas Party! This is going to come up again in SSS, but since people are going to be talking about it now I’ll talk about it now.

The Christmas Party is an event which happened in detail on the Prism Rush Main Story and was the first time the boys all performed together as a group and debuted Dramatic Love.

And yes, at the same time it is also an analog to the real live Music Ready Sparking concert, which was the first time the voice actors all performed together in real life. Those are the outfits they wore in the real concert, and the same pose they used for promotional materials.

They actually re-drew it for the anime in the performance outfits instead of the concert T-shirts.

(The outfits aren’t a secret anymore, and no need to sell T-shirts ahah....)

WHAT. THEY FIXED IT. Okay I SWEAR in the theatrical version of this there is a continuity error here where Leo has his pigtails in this back shot, but his hair is down from the front. I paused here to take a screenshot so I could mention it then I was like wait whaaaaaaaaa. This is the only time I have noticed a blatant change between the theatrical version and the TV version. (Other than the new endings.) It makes me wonder if there’s anything else I missed.

PFFT.

I guess “yes” isn’t the worst translation, and who am I to talk since I don’t translate “IIZE” at all. But it drains the flavor out of it whenever I try.

If you’re not aware, “IIZE” was the scoring system in the boys’ PriPara from Idol Time, DanPri. The joke is that it’s like a masculine version of “iine” which was the scoring system in the regular girls PriPara, and still is in PriChan. Probably the most literal translation of “iine” is “likes” since that’s what they call the like button on Facebook/Twitter. But yeah it’s a bit of a journey to understand this I suppose.

Iize = burly likes

? ? ?

He’s just.... he’s just so weird........... Tsurugi why...............

(Yes, Mirei hair and Bunny Magician coord from Prism Tours. Sorry I’m skipping over pointing out some of the PriPara references on purpose since this post is just so long as is.)

PFFFFFFT okay okay. Okay. OKAY. Okay.

I know this is probably just in here for a throwaway joke but OHHHH lord.

We saw Alec compete in a beauty contest on Prism Rush before in the Street Beauty No. 1 event, but not on purpose as Louis basically tricked him that time. To think he’d come this close to doing it on purpose, and in his Mom’s clothes?...... ohhhhhhhh wow

If this really almost happened, then I guess Alexander’s riding the same train as post-episode 3 Taiga nowadays isn’t he ahah.

And finally we get to the prism show. But oh gosh, I have to say I do not like his initial outfit. First of all it’s supposed to be a boys’ outfit but it’s.... not.... I guess they were trying to go for a Peter Pan thing or something, but it just registers strongly in my head that Peter Pan is usually played by a woman and like. I just wish they would have made this outfit a bit more masculine to highlight the change that’s gonna happen. The least they could do is take off the earrings.

Not to mention form-fitting stuff does not work for Leo. It highlights how small and child-like his body is, and they even do a butt shot and just NO no please no why. STOP. Okay, my only criticism against this episode is that. Had to say it.

When you need a character to clarify this you’re doing it wrong.

But anyway, moving on.

This.

When we got to this moment, I just.... I felt.... such a great vicarious weight lifted off my shoulders. It just felt so good to finally, finally see this. It’s been a long time coming.

Okay, let’s go back. Way back.

During the first movie, when we first met Leo. In the bath scene he introduced himself using “boku” (a male pronoun). He was presented as wanting to be more boyish, and Yukinojo’s little protege. And I said OK, and I accepted this for face value. For a while.

But then about a year passed, and this CD came out.

And I went woah. This was the first point when I began to realize things might not be quite as they seemed. Leo is just straight out wearing girls’ clothing here. As oblivious as he is, nobody can be quite that oblivious.

So the whole theme of their duo song is mutual respect, and it clearly introduced for the first time the irony of Yukinojo and Leo’s relationship in that although Leo looks up to Yukinojo, in truth Yukinojo wishes he could be more like Leo because Leo is the feminine ideal he’s striving for as a kabuki actor who does female rolls.

Well okay, but the thing is.

Leo supposedly wants to be more masculine, but... but....

When he first meets Yukinojo, that’s not the reason he attaches himself to him.

Leo picks the most feminine member of the group to model his ideal after. Not someone rough like Taiga, or built like Minato. He picks Yukinojo. Yukinojo.

And that’s when you start to realize.... Nothing Leo has said has ever matched up with what his actual actions are.

Sure, he talks a lot.... but....

What has he actually done to try and become more masculine since King of Prism started?

Even when he purposely sets out to dress masculine in stories on Prism Rush (like in his initial PR story for one), he always ends up picking out feminine clothes somehow.

Although he once introduced himself using “boku” to Shin, it’s pretty much exclusively become “watashi” over time hasn’t it?

His Pride the Hero subplot was enjoying his (arguably) feminine hobby of clothing design. No masculine quest subplot there.

And we even got to the point where SSS opened with him wearing a frilly pink shirt in one episode and pigtails in the next.

The more time Leo spends at Edel Rose, a place where he is accepted, the more he slowly opens up and starts acting like himself again.

So if you’re thinking this came from nowhere, you haven’t been paying attention.

Still, I was really worrying about what was really going on inside him a lot before this episode came up. And then. Finally. FINALLY.

This episode should be seen by not just King of Prism fans. Not just Pretty Series fans. This episode should be seen by everyone.

GAHHHH I’M JUST.... SO HAPPY..............

I LOVE YOU TOO

I think just looking at these screenshots and taking it all in is making me tear up more than in the theater.

Okay so. When I saw Leo’s coord for the first time, my immediate thought was Laala’s first PR....

If you think maybe something else is a better fit though let me know.

So I actually think this score for Leo is fair. He only did two non-connecting jumps, and as this episode revealed he is the least experienced member of Edel Rose. (...Like I said before Shin... Shin is a special case........) I really like how their shows are actually accurate to what their skill level would reasonably be.

But it also just makes Minato’s higher score more of a mystery.

I love, love how this contest has progressed from year to year. Rinne -> Kazuki -> Leo -> ???

It may take us until we get to the next generation to get another winner, but someday I hope we see one....

YES this is obviously PriPara ahah but in canon it might be “Prism Land”? Ahah.

Okay, the end!

The post is over!

The end!

Why are you looking at me like that?

It’s over!

Thanks for reading!

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Okay. Since you’ve somehow stuck with me THIS FAR, I’m going to talk a little more about how this episode effected me personally and why it’s important to me.

The depiction of bullying was just so frighteningly accurate, and I feel like other people who have been through something similar would probably agree.

5th grade really is the year.

It’s right around that time when gender rolls really seem to solidify. All of a sudden lines are drawn. The girls become more girlish and the boys become more boyish.

It was around that time that I also noticed, that I didn’t like the same things that other girls my age liked. Other people noticed too.

My gender issues weren’t as profound as Leo’s, but I just wasn’t interested in things like clothes or boys yet. I still wanted to watch cartoons and play in the dirt and stuff.

Going into middle school, I also tried to pretend. But it didn’t work.

And I didn’t have any friends for a long time.

But then something happened to change that. I got more involved in music. Specifically marching band. Music and performing brought me together with a rag-tag group of people from different grades who didn’t know my past, all working together to put together a performance. That sort of activity (music, sports, etc.) builds bonds between people that surpass normal friendship. And eventually, through those sort of bonds, I found myself around people who accepted me even though I was a bit different. Gradually, I learned it was okay to be myself.

So just watching Leo make friends though prism shows.... just oh my god.... that’s me.

I kinda joked about Leo being my self insert character in King of Prism before, but man. Watching this episode. It just got so... SO much more real.

*deep breath*

*exhale*

Wow. Okay.

#king of prism #king of prism sss #leo saionji #writing this took so much out of me you won't even believe.....................#even when we get to the shin/louis episodes i don't think i'll have quite as much to say about them as i did this one

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icarusalchemist · 5 years

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just lucky

read on ao3 here

summary: After getting a pet, Clint started wanting to do more things with more people. However, it was rare anyone ever had time for him and Lucky.

Or five times Clint's family didn't have time for him and the one time they did.

"He's not my dog," Clint said again, for what felt like the tenth time. He had to admit, though, that he was getting attached to the thing.

"Well, his tag says his name is 'Arrow'," the veterinarian said. Clint leaned down a little bit so his face was level with the bandaged dog on the table. The dog lifted its head, blinking at Clint with its one good eye. Clint sighed and ran a hand through his messy and still-damp hair before reaching out and rubbing the dog's ears with both hands.

"I could come up with something much better," he told the vet, not a single note of regret in his voice.

"Welcome to fatherhood, then," the vet said with a chuckle.

When Clint managed to unlock his apartment and carry his new pet through the doorway, he had already made up his mind on two things.

One, this new addition to his life would be called "Lucky," because damn if he wasn't a lucky little guy. And, two, he would call Barney to celebrate Lucky's joining of the Barton family.

But, as usual in Clint's life, everything went amiss from there on. Even though they hadn't spoken in a while, Clint had still hoped that Barney would answer the phone and come celebrate. That didn't even go partially as planned, because as soon as the first ring finished, the answer machine cut off the droning tone. And, of course, Barney's machine was full - probably with voicemails from Clint - so he couldn't even leave his stupid big brother a message.

Another typical exchange between the Barton brothers, he guessed.

ii.

A few short months later was Clint's first Christmas with Lucky. Normally, Clint would be content with staying in his pajamas and consuming a few too many pots of coffee throughout the day, not leaving his apartment once. However, this Christmas was different for some reason.

He wanted to celebrate.

Clint honestly should have expected that everyone he knew was too busy for him, though. Each of the Avengers had their own plans with the people they loved, Bobbi wasn't in town, and Natasha wasn't even answering her phone. Even the other inhabitants of the building were too busy to let him crash their celebrations for an hour or two.

So, instead of doing anything special with anyone like he had originally wanted to, Clint changed back into his pajamas, brewed a second pot of coffee, and laid out on the couch with Lucky resting on top of him, slobbering on his t-shirt.

"Merry Christmas, little guy," he said with a sigh, not feeling merry in the slightest.

iii.

"C'mon, Nat, it's your birthday."

Call Clint an idiot, call him an airhead, call him whatever you like, but he would never forget his friend's birthday.

"And how the hell do you even know that?" Natasha asked him. She was only-God-knew-where, doing only-God-knew-what, but it was a day meant for celebration and, dammit, Clint wanted to celebrate another year of Natasha not being killed in their crazy line of work.

"Because I wormed it out of you one time when you were actually drunk," he confessed. "Either that or you voluntarily told me while pretending to be completely wasted, but either way-"

"I'm not having a celebration," she cut him off.

"Fine. Just come to my place and have cake. Lucky loves cake and he loves you, so at least come celebrate with us!" Clint bartered.

"Why should I?" she asked, still sounding very disinterested.

"Uh, I just told you? Lucky misses you, I miss you, we all love cake, and it's your birthday, for God's sake," he said, rattling through his list. How embarrassing would it be if she caught the 'I miss you' part?

"I miss the both of you, too, Clint," Natasha told him, finally seeming focused on their conversation, "but I'm still not coming all the way to New York just for my birthday."

"Then tell me where you are!" he tried. "I can pick up a cake on my way and we can come see you." He was pacing back and forth in front of his kitchen bar now, only going as far as his phone cord would reach, and Lucky was trotting dutifully alongside him. "Lucky can hear your voice right now and it's making him antsy that he can't see you."

"You know that's a lie, Barton. I bet a thousand-to-one that you're pacing in that kitchen of yours with your damn corded-phone," she said, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Lucky may be a dog with good hearing, but even he can't hear off of that thing."

"Okay, fine, that part was a lie," Clint admitted. "But he does still miss you!"

"Not telling you where I am, Clint. Besides, I don't really like cake. You know that."

"I could get something else, we could meet up-"

"Clint," Natasha cut him off, "I really appreciate the effort, but I don't need or want to celebrate my birthday. I don't really see why you would want to, either, but I appreciate the sentiment."

"So... that's a no?"

"It's a no. Sorry, Clint. Give Lucky my love." A moment later, the phone line went dead.

Clint sighed and looked down at Lucky. "Sorry, bud. Looks like it's just us again today."

iv.

"Dateaversary, huh?" Bucky chuckled down the line. "Sounds like it would be cute. Too bad I won't be back home for another week."

"You don't think you could get just today?" Clint asked, scratching Lucky behind the ears. "Lucky misses you."

Bucky huffed another laugh. "I'm sure he does. Tell him I miss him, too."

Clint smiled a little to himself and leaned down to the dog in his lap. "Buck misses you, the crazy sap," he whispered.

"I'm not the sap, Barton," Bucky argued jokingly. "You're the one who wants to celebrate the anniversary of our first date."

"We've been together for six months, to the day! That's a damn good enough reason to celebrate!" Clint argued back.

"Yeah, maybe, but I still can't get the day, sorry." And Clint could admit that Bucky did actually sound sorry. "But hey, maybe we could celebrate when I get back next week."

"Maybe," Clint agreed begrudgingly. "Won't be the same, though."

"Who says?"

"I and everyone who celebrates anniversaries."

Bucky laughed a little and then sighed. "I'm sorry I can't be home. Maybe for seven months. And before you say anything, I know it won't be the same, but we can make it even more special. Six months plus one."

Clint chuckled half-heartedly and gave a soft, unheard nod. "That would be good, yeah. Might make up for this travesty."

"Hey, now," Bucky said warningly. "I'm trying my best, freezing my ass off over here in freaking Russia."

"I know you are," Clint said fondly. "We miss you, though, so maybe try a little harder and come home early." Clint laid his head back, letting it thud against the wall, his neck horribly uncomfortable against the back of the couch.

"I'll try. I miss you, too, Clint," Bucky whispered, voice soft. "I gotta go now, though, but I'll see you when I get home."

"Okay, see you then. Be careful."

"You've reached Kate."

"So I have," Clint muttered. "Leave a message and I'll consider getting back to you," he mocked alongside the recording. Then he sighed, hung up, and immediately tried again.

"This is the fifth time, Barton, what the hell?" Kate said in lieu of a 'hello' after the third ring.

"Well, hello to you, too, Katie-Kate," he sang.

"Hi," she deadpanned. "What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" Clint asked, sliding around his kitchen in his socks, trying to prepare an actual cake.

"Uh, August twenty-somethingth?" Kate guessed. "I don't know."

"Twenty-second," he told her. "And do you know what that means?"

"I don't," Kate sighed, "and I also don't have time for guessing games, so come on and spit it out."

"It's Lucky's birthday."

"Oh." That finally got her attention, Clint thought. "I didn't realize it had been a year-"

"Since I adopted him, yup. And he misses you, too," Clint said. "He'd love to celebrate with you, and I'm making him a cake-"

"I swear, Clint, if it's a pizza-shaped cake-"

"Hush, Lucky loves it." Clint grinned to himself and looked into the living room at the aforementioned dog, sleeping at the foot of the couch.

"Well, you and Lucky will sadly have to celebrate one year with your stupid pizza-shaped cake without me," Kate said a moment later.

"What?" Clint asked, taken aback. "Why?"

"I'm in Cali, Clint."

"Since when?"

"Since last weekend. I'm staying with America, it's date night tonight, and I won't be home for another two or three weeks."

"Huh," Clint mumbled. "Just like last year, then."

"What does that mean?" Kate questioned, almost sounding offended.

"Nothing, I just-" Clint sighed. "I tried to see if Barney would come celebrate last year but he never even answered the phone, and now you can't come celebrate a year-"

"Clint," Kate interrupted. "You know this isn't about not wanting to be there or about ignoring you. I am honestly a bit offended that you're comparing me to your dumbass of a brother, but I'll let it pass."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Don't," Kate huffed. "Shoot me a text when you finish the cake and sing to Lucky. I'll call and America and I will help sing, too."

"Nah, you don't have to do that, Kate," Clint said, waving her off even though she couldn't see him. "Go enjoy your date with America, we'll be fine."

"What about Barnes? Isn't he home to celebrate with you?" Kate asked.

"Nah, he, uh, had another mission, just like last month." Clint cleared his throat and got back to mixing ingredients for the pizza cake. "Lucky and I will be fine, though, don't worry. Call me when you get home."

"I will. I'm sorry again, Clint-"

"I told you, Katie-Kate, it's fine. Have fun with America and tell her and the others that I said hi."

Halloween. The perfect time of year for people to get the shit scared out of them.

A typical Halloween at the Barton 'n' Lucky apartment would consist of closed blinds, probably too much coffee and pizza, and horror movies all day. But, this year, Clint got invited to a party.

Well, a "party." He knew it couldn't have been much when Tony Stark's invitation said "Clinton 'Hawkguy' Barton and Little Lucky," but he was still going to go and enjoy the time with friends. And he sure as hell was taking Lucky.

"Oh, Lucky, no," Clint sighed as Lucky pawed at the eye patch on his face again. This was the third time Clint had managed to get the thing to stay over Lucky's missing eye and the third time that Lucky had pawed it right off. "Do you not want to be a pirate?"

Lucky barked.

There was a chuckle from the stairs as Bucky walked down them, fully dressed in his costume. He had a blond wig braided messily over his loose brown hair and a homemade red coat over the rest of his black outfit.

"I don't think Lucky appreciates the eyepatch," he laughed.

"But he's got to be a pirate!" Clint argued. "He's got the perfect number of eyes for it!"

Bucky laughed loudly at that, tossing his head back and holding his stomach. "Clint, babe, no."

"What? It's the only costume that would be right for him."

"Well, maybe just forego the eyepatch. You've already got the puffy shirt and little pirate booties," Bucky reasoned, walking over and kneeling down to look Lucky over. The dog was just staring at the both of them, clearly confused.

"Too bad he couldn't be a piece of p-i-z-z-a," Clint sighed. "Would've been even more perfect than a pirate."

Bucky laughed at that then turned his head to Clint. "When are you getting dressed? We've gotta leave soon."

"Right now, then," Clint said, pushing himself off of the floor and jogging up to their bedroom.

"Make room, make room! He comes armed!" Bucky announced when they walked out of the elevator onto the communal floor of Avengers Tower.

"And he comes with a detachable arm!" Clint laughed, lifting Bucky's metal left arm.

"And the more important one comes with no arms and four legs!" Kate hollered, causing laughter to erupt across the room. Clint laughed as Lucky ran towards the sound of her voice, knocking arrows out of her hip quiver when he took her down.

Clint tucked his blond wig behind his pointy elf-ears and looked around the room; it wasn't necessarily crowded, but it was definitely full of people who loved one another. Everyone was in some kind of clever costume - Kate was Katniss from The Hunger Games (of course), America was Rosa Diaz of the Nine-Nine, Natasha was Sansa Stark (she was such a nerd, honestly), Tony was Alphonse Elric (he and Bucky had coordinated), and so many others were dressed up, too, in varying qualities of costume.

The room itself was decorated with orange fairy lights and jack-o-lanterns and fake spiderwebs in every corner. It was the embodiment of a Halloween party, just a lot more chill and the perfect gathering between friends.

By the end of the night, Clint was glad he had come. He had finally gotten to celebrate something on time, and with his family, no less. Honorary or not, they were all he had.

#clint barton #lucky #lucky the pizza dog #clint barton & lucky #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #clint barton/bucky barnes #winterhawk #kate bishop #amerikate #barney barton #avengers #the avengers #marvel #marvel comics #marvel 616 #my fic

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Modern Male Orc x Trans Man Reader (sfw) Part 1

this kinda hit me in the middle of the night when i was supposed to be sleeping so i started it on my phone and then finished on my compute r

You couldn't believe you'd finally cracked. For the last two years you had been happily single, focusing more on earning your degree than on a love life. You liked it that way. The last couple relationships you'd had were... rocky, to say the least, but ended mutually and on good terms. You even sometimes went out to get a drink with one of them now and then; with her new girlfriend tagging along who you were immediately determined to befriend. Your roommate, on the other hand, seemed to think that your forlorn gazes at the other male students was a sign that you needed to give it another shot.

"Okay, just, hear me out." Nira had began during one movie night. The faun had paused at the half wall separating the living room from the ‘kitchen’ with a bowl of hot popcorn in their hands, chocolaty brown eyes locked on you instead of the tv. "Just one date won't bring about the end of the world. You can just ask one of the cute guys in your classes, or at work." They suggested, pouting huffily at your eye roll.

"You know why I can't 'just' do that, N." You sighed, dropping the remote into the little hammock the blanket made between your knees. "I have the worst time talking to anybody, let alone a cute somebody." You glanced at them as they settled down beside you, tucking a leg under the other.

"Then.. Why not not ask them face to face?"

"...You've lost me."

"A dating profile!" Nira exclaimed, eyes glinting excitedly in the dim light. "Just make like, a Tinder or a Grindr or whatever other app floats your boat, and just browse and wait for a match."

You had to admit that at the time it wasn't the worst possible idea. They'd had plenty worse than using a dating app. But.. You still beat around the bush for another week and a half. Eventually you set up a Grindr- without letting Nira know right off the bat- and the waiting game began. You groaned to yourself and left your phone forgotten on your chest to cover your face with your hands. "There's no way I really got talked into this..." You grumbled against your palms, shutting your eyes and closing off all the nervous thoughts prickling at the back of your mind.

Within just a few minutes of calming down, your phone buzzed almost aggressively against you. You expected it to be Nira, or another friend, or even a classmate asking about notes. Instead, it was an alert that someone had liked you. Apparently you really didn’t need to wait as long as you thought.

It was an almost painfully handsome orcish someone. According to the distance he most likely went to your college and probably even stayed in one of the dormitories, or an apartment like you were, and it set off another wave of nerves. From his profile photos he actually was part of the culinary students, which was a bit of a surprise. Especially considering the first photo was of him and a bunch of other men in football uniforms.

Idly, you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth as you read over his bio, shifting onto your side. His name was Mhurren- an addendum of “the H is silent :)” following- and was twenty-three and, apparently, over six-and-a-half feet tall. Good Gods. And, the more you read, the more you found yourself smiling. He liked going hiking, watching The Great British Baking Show, and expressed a great fondness for blueberry muffins. All things you oddly enough, enjoyed too. Chronic joint pain made hiking a, well, pain in the ass; but you loved being out in nature and exploring. Maybe you’d be able to visit the state park together sometime? You sighed to yourself and mulled over your options, your eyes lingering on his face.

In the picture he was with a naga, both of them dressed in the standard double-breasted jacket of culinary students, flour dusting the maroon fabric . He had one thick arm around the naga’s neck in a playfully gentle headlock- you could tell by the beaming grin on both of their faces. The naga herself was beautiful; her skin a warm tan with speckling of deep crimson scales on her cheeks and climbing up her neck. Her dark hair was tied up in a neat bun and amber eyes focused on the camera with a happy glint in them. He, however, captivated you with all the little details. His skin was a deep green, and thick tusks caught the overhead lights; his long hair was dyed a rich dark seafoam with the dark brown roots showing. It was tied back in a beautiful dutch braid that he had pulled over his shoulder, and just messy enough to show he’d let it down out of a bun just a little before. His piercings were beautiful- bright silver studs in erl, snake bite, and brow styles. The philtrum looked like it was more stone than metal, but you couldn’t make out what kind just yet.

Just yet? You didn’t even know if you were going to meet him!

Your gaze drifted from the philtrum to the attractive black septum ring, then up higher to his eyes. Mirth glittered in their mismatched depths, and you found yourself inhaling a little sharply. His right eye was a blue to rival the sky, whereas the left was a striking, storm cloud grey.

...Maybe liking him back couldn’t hurt after all. Your thumb swiped his profile to the right and you could feel a small coil of anxiety twist in your chest as the app announced a match. “Oh, Gods.” You mumbled to yourself as you shifted to sit up, crossing your legs together. Your thumbs nervously tapped the edges of your phone while the chat was loaded; what if you said something wrong right off the bat? Maybe he’d lose interest the moment you started to talk, what if-

A message popped up and drove you from your apprehensive thoughts, and you read it with a flutter in your stomach.

‘hey! sorry if I’m keeping you up any.’

‘Oh! No, no youre fine! Im just settling in to relax for the night’ Not a complete lie, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for talking to you.

‘oh good. I didn’t really expect you to swipe back tbh.’

‘Really?’

‘yeah, but I just joined and don’t really know what to expect in general, you know?’

‘Gods, tell me about it. Ive never had a dating profile before so this is all extremely new’

You were glad he was as new as you were, the awkward process of breaking the ice would be mutual that way. It soothed your uneasiness some, and you moved again to slip out of bed and make your way into the main room. You were much more awake now while the two of you spoke back and forth, and you switched on the electric kettle while you leaned against the counter. He was already making you smile and chuckle to yourself as he talked about how his classes were going, and you in turn dipped into how yours were. He was majoring as a pastry chef, and you were majoring as a geologist.

In a way it was a mistake to tell him that, as the science puns started up without warning as you dropped a bag of Yorkshire Gold tea into your mug. A particularly bad one almost made you laugh out loud and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth quickly to stifle yourself.

‘That was horrible!! Youre lucky i love puns’

‘aha! finally I have an excuse to utilize my awful sense of humor.’

‘Be careful, using it all the time may be’ A brief pause for suspense. ‘Punisble’

His subsequent keysmash and ‘GODS’ filled you with pride and giggle to yourself as the kettle finished heating, and you reached for the handle, typing with one hand.

‘Im glad you enjoyed that so much’

‘I woke up my roommate laughing, look what you do to me’

‘Maybe I could do more’ The message sent before you could stop yourself, heat flaring in your cheeks as you nearly overfilled your mug in shock at your own bravado. ‘I mean make you laugh more!! I bet you have a wonderful laugh, the world should hear it as often as possible!’

You groaned at yourself, putting the kettle back in place and using a spoon to help weigh down the tea bag before covering your face with your hand. You really were digging a deeper hole for yourself, weren’t you? He was bound to lose interest now, you’d been speaking for maybe an hour and then you make a comment like that? Mortifying.

What felt like an eternity had passed before your phone buzzed again and you chanced a peek at the screen, eyeing his response.

‘I’d like that, though. perhaps you’ll get your chance Friday night during dinner, if you want to go with me 💖’

“WHAT-” You yelped in shock, covering your mouth swiftly afterwards, though not swift enough. In moments Nira was at their doorway looking ruffled and worried. You dropped your hand to answer before she even asked. “I.. Just got asked out.”

“Ooh! Who is it, how?” They excitedly hopped over to you, peering curiously at your phone, and huffing at your lack of a reply. “Don’t leave them hanging, that’d be rude.” The faun bumped their head against your shoulder encouragingly before stepping back to put their hands on their hips.

‘Id love that; I just want to warn you its been a long while since Ive been out with anyone, though’

“There we are! Now, fill me in.” They grinned, dark eyes shining with intrigue. Together you stood in the open kitchen with the small overhead light on, mixing up your tea with Nira hanging on your every word. At one point Mhurren had responded, his answer excited and asking to verifying a time- Friday was only a day away, after all. You both settled on seven in the evening to give yourselves a fair bit of time together to talk, before he bid you a good night. Nira, however, wouldn’t leave you to your tea until you showed them the photos of Mhurren. “Now he’s a catch! And he might be able to keep up with your sweet tooth if he’s working to be a pastry chef.” They teased with a wink, patting your shoulder before heading back to their room.

You sat on the couch, watching the dark world outside the large living room window, sipping your cooling tea and mulling over what had happened. Part of you was still nervous that he’d be unhappy with what he saw and heard when you’d both meet up, but you swatted it away to focus on finishing your drink and returning to bed yourself. Even then you didn’t doze for quite some time, but when sleep finally found you it was sound and dreamless.

#modern au #orc #orc boyfriend #orc x reader #trans protag #teratophila #monster x reader

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