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bichlordstories · 3 years

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13: Sports Festival

Oooohhh boy! It’s about time!!!!

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“What.”

Aizawa fell silent after the biggest fucking reveal since leaning All Might’s secret identity.

The said man rubbed the back of his head while looking down with a guilty look.

“...I’m the biological father of (L/n) (Y/n).”

The room was still silent until Aizawa stood up from the teacher’s lounge chair with a narrowed eyes.

“...do they know you are their father.” Aizawa demanded.

“Well... you see... no.” Toshinori admitted.

Aizawa’s tired eye twitched as his scowl grew more.

“So... you decided to tell me... before you told your own child???”

‘And Midoriya...’ All Might thought.

He could remember it like it was yesterday... because it was. Midoriya was shocked to say the least, even more so when he learned that you didn’t know.

“You’re (L/n)-san’s father... and you never told them...!?” Midoriya said that night.

“Are you kidding me, Yagi?”

All Might felt a shiver run up his spine as Aizawa glared daggers into him, more than he has ever before.

“You have a kid, yet you never told them of your identity???”

“It’s for their own protection.” All Might said.

Aizawa placed his hand on his forehead and pushed his tangled, long black hair back, processing everything he was told.

“I understand if you wanted to hide your relation with them from the world since villains would love to eat that shit up, but you never told them!?” Aizawa spat All Might’s logic back at him.

“You instead told me. Someone who isn’t family, nor related to this family drama of yours- oh my god.” Aizawa turned from the blonde, trying not to strangle him.

“Aizawa, listen-“ but before All Might could finish, Aizawa whipped back around with eyes redder than hell itself.

“There is no relationship between you two. Nothing. I have more chemistry with them than you, and I only met them in person for a few hours total.”

“I know...” Yagi said in a defeated tone.

“Hell. You have more of a relationship with Midoriya than you do with YOUR OWN CHILD.”

Yagi flinched at this. Aizawa was right, and there was no arguing against the scruffy man.

“You realize that by the time you tell them, they will hate you for the rest of their life.”

The tall man covered his face with his hands as he slouched over in his seat.

“Yes.”

Aizawa’s red eyes dimmed a bit before closing them.

“It isn’t my place to tell you how to go about this, nor is it my place to tell them. But they will need to know.” Aizawa walked towards the door.

“Don’t you dare wait until your death.” Aizawa said.

And with that, he left.

What else was he supposed to say? In that moment, his mind was fogged up by the information dumped on him.

Today was the sports festival, the day where you would finally prove to him, to All Might, that his predecessor was a mistake.

Entering the field, you were met with a cheering crowd.

“And here we have Class 1B from the hero course!”

“Damn 1A, getting all the spotlight!” Monoma said through gritted teeth.

It was no secret that class 1A was favored over everyone else. Hell, the loud man, Present Mic, didn’t even mention the other classes with the exception of your class (though your introduction was nothing in comparison to 1A).

You didn’t blame class 1A, more so the pro heroes.

“Tch. They could have at least hid their blatant favoritism.” You muttered, earning some nods and sounds of agreement.

“What is he saying? He’s talking too fast.” Pony asked.

“He says class 1B is filled with capable students.” You lied.

The girl’s face lit up and she bounced with each step.

“Really? Thats really nice!” She exclaimed.

“Ahem-softy...” Kosei smirked.

Your head snapped to him, letting out a loud crack. He no longer spoke and chose to stare forward with sweat forming on his face.

You all finally stood in front of the stadium where a woman stood. She was... wearing something, though you could barely call it clothes.

“Yo, check out the assets on her!” A student with grapes for hair said to his blonde companion with a lightening bolt.

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as the two chuckled before the woman whipped her whip thing.

“Representing the students- BAKUGOU KATSUKI FROM CLASS 1A!”

Everyone turned to the blonde, who had his hands buried in his pockets. As the teen walked forward, the woman opened her mouth as if to say something.

And she did.

“And- (L/N) (Y/N) FROM CLASS 1B!”

You did not sign up for this.

Shock was evident on your face but slowly faded away. The same could not be said for your class, however. You could feel the pride radiate off of Monoma as you walked past him to the stage.

Once standing in front of a second microphone that was magically there, you looked down at your classmates to see Kendo giving you a thumbs up, Tetsutetsu pumping his fist up with a wide smile, and pony silently clapping in excitement. Everyone else in your class looked on in approval, which made you feel funny on the inside.

“I pledge...” the blonde began, locking eyes with you for a second before a smile grew on his face.

“...that I’ll be number 1.”

Cue the uproar. Students left and right yelled at the guy. Everyone was pissed.

Everyone except you.

You weren’t angry. No. You were... you were laughing.

Every single class quieted down when hearing loud, boisterous laughs coming from you. Your head was thrown back while your shoulders bounced up and down.

It was as if you were... a second All Might.

You immediately stopped and turned to look at Bakugou with a dangerous grin.

“You better not disappoint us then, Bakugou-san.” You said into the microphone.

“I want a good fight.”

Bakugou smirked at you, determination and sadism flashing in his eye.

“I’ll give you one...” he sneered.

‘They’re twins!’ Class 1A and class 1B thought in unison.

“Alright you two! Save it for the battle field.” Midnight said with amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile...

“...damn...” was all Toshinori could say.

In some ways, you were like him.

Watching you laugh his laugh... the similarities between some of your characteristics and his were beyond uncanny, especially since you are... more aggressive?

“I want a good fight.” Your voice echoed across the field, sending chills up and down his spine (and no doubt others)

Yeah.

Definitely more aggressive.

A race.

You were being pitted against each other... in a race.

You weren’t afraid to admit your disappointment in the wheel of fortune. But now isn’t the time.

You watched the students in front of you block the tunnel and chose to parkour the fuck out of the tunnel.

You hopped wall to wall over the heads of the students, leaving large cracks in the tunnel. You exited the tunnel before a bicolored boy shot out, leaving the entrance covered in ice.

Shouts of surprise were directed towards you and... that kid with the scar. The sled along side you, glancing at your form before focusing back on the race. The ice was creeping up quickly from behind you, almost touching your heels.

It was clear that he would freeze you if you slowed down even just a little. But there was one thing he didn’t have... your speed and strength.

You began outrunning Todoroki with ease, blood trailing and flying from your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth and onto his shirt and ice.

“Targets found... lots!” A robotic voice said.

Without warning, you shot up and barreled through the robot that appeared out of nowhere, tearing its head off. You continued on, swiftly dodging metallic limbs and tearing through any you couldn’t dodge.

“HOLY COW! Class 1B’s (L/n) (Y/n) is taking the lead while showing no mercy!!! They’re leaving chunks of metal in the path of the others!” Mic’s voice could be heard echoing through the arena.

“And LOOK AT THAT! Todoroki Shoto from class 1A made the area completely frozen over, keeping the rest from passing! How brutal!”

You turned your head to see Shoto following not far behind. He stared toward you with intent and pushed himself harder.

You kept this pace, staying in first place as Bakugou caught up to Todoroki.

You even created more and more distance between the three of you, using the minefield to deter them from speeding up.

A blast of light flashed behind you along with the screams of Present Mic before a body shot past you.

You stopped in your tracks, unable to understand and comprehend what just happened... until you saw a mop of green hair.

Like a bull to the color red- or in your case, green, you charged the boy with gritted teeth.

Were you going to run past him or were you going to beat him once you caught up... that is up to you, dear reader...

The teen drew closer to the finish line, which fueled your rage and encouraged you to run faster.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, as the greenette passed the finish before you. You shot past him after and dug the heels of your shoes into the dirt to stop you, leaving a trail dug behind you.

You panted, spitting blood and wiping the extra crimson liquid from your mouth.

“Oooooohhhhh! So close! Midoriya came in at number 1, making (L/n) come in at 2nd!”

You snapped your head back at a tired looking Midoriya, who went from tired to alert in a matter of seconds.

You were burning holes into the poor kid with your blood shot eyes. The said teen stood frozen, even as Todoroki and Bakugou passed him.

Not even Bakugou’s murderous aura could take Midoriya’s attention away from you.

Despite the crowd cheering loudly, it felt silent to Midoriya.

Up in the stands with the other heroes, All Might was watching all of this unfold.

If your dislike for Midoriya was not clear before, it was definitely clear now.

Even as the other students caught up to you and filled the field, you continued glaring at the greenette.

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Shit’s gonna get gooooooood...

Just you wait.

#bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #blood sport

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mrs-hatake · 4 years

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train station shenanigans (1)

A/N: Helloooooo everyone!

As promised, here’s the first chapter/intro of the aizawa x reader fic based on my work life! This is 90% Self Indulgent so just a heads up!

Anyways, enjoy! :D

Ps, not proof read!

Se no!

Demo sonnan ja dame mou sonnan ja hora.

You groaned in protest at the sound of your alarm that blared under your pillow. With your eyes still closed, you slid your hand under your pillow and fished out your phone to quickly tap the stop function. The white numbers of the clock read half past seven in the morning. You let out a whine and cursed the day you applied for a job.

Once you had convinced yourself to stay awake and ignore the sweet calls of slumber, you unlocked your phone and checked your notifications. After spending about fifteen minutes on twitter, you chucked your phone behind on your bed and pushed yourself upwards. You yawned loudly as you stretched your limbs. Lazily, you exited your bedroom and slowly went down the stairs so as to not awaken your mother and baby brother.

Today was your first day back to work after the mandatory lockdown due to the spread of the new virus. Having a break from work was wonderful as you were able to spend more time with your family. It sucked that everything was closed and you weren’t going to lie, it was stressful seeing the death tolls on the news, but you had fun at home. And now that things had finally calmed down in Japan, it was time to return to work.

Despite your whines from earlier, you were honestly looking forward to work. It was fun being at home, especially when you had so much free time to binge watch all of your favorite shows, but that could be entertaining for so long before it lost its charm.

With a soft hum of some random song, you worked on making yourself breakfast. Nothing too fancy, just some frozen waffles that you shoved down the toaster and then later drizzled caramel on top. You moaned at the fluffy texture in your mouth, and briefly, you were reminded of your days in school. When it was the first day and your mother would be up early and making breakfast for you. You missed those days. Life was much simpler back then. You wondered if your baby brother missed the lively atmosphere while getting for school or not. When you swallowed the last piece of waffle, you washed the dish and utensils that you’ve used before heading back upstairs to shower and get ready for work.

You decided to wear a simple yellow sundress for work. The best thing about the company you worked in wasn't being strict with the clothes you wore. As long as they were modest and family friendly, they found no reason to implement a strict dress code. Your senior coworkers decided to stick with the traditional attire of dark colored business suits. As much as you loved black, you didn’t want to wear the dark color every single day.

After you finished dressing up, you applied light mascara and let your dark green, almost black, curly locks gently rest on your shoulders. Spraying some lavender scented perfume, you texted your mother that you were off to work. But not before you snuck into your brother’s room, brushed back his dark green curls and pecked his forehead.

It was strange seeing the normally crowded streets of Musutafu be so desolate. The vast streets that were once filled with cars, almost resembling a parade with its colors and soft purrs of the motors, only had four or five cars on each lane. It was almost unnerving how quiet the streets of Musutafu were. But no matter, at least now you didn’t have to worry about traffic. Sure, you took the bus to work, though it was still frustrating to be trapped in the middle of traffic while freaking out over being on work on time. Not that you ever had been late. You always managed to show up at least twenty minutes earlier than the intended time.

The smell of bleach and lemon wafted through your nose once you stepped foot into the modestly sized train station. Just like the streets of Musutafu, the train station was just as desolate. The buzz of passengers sizzled out to soft mummers. The sea of people shrunk to a puddle. And the cheery atmosphere became somber. It was depressing. Though that didn’t deter you. With your head held high, you went straight to your office that you would normally share with five other people. Due to the new government rule, however, employees who weren’t supervisors, managers or ceos will take shifts and return to work every other day. Meaning you only had to work with three other people today.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Was the first thing that greeted your ears when you opened your office door.

Your boss was...unorthodox. He had long wavy hair that he would put up in a messy bun. Grey circles could be seen under his eyes and a soft stubble peppered his chin and upper lip. If you could describe your boss, then you would use the adjectives: grumpy and sleep deprived.

“Good morning, Aizawa-san.” You replied with a smile. Though, at the remembrance of wearing a mask that was way too big for you and covered most of your face, you dropped the smile. Aizawa said nothing, only nodded his head and continued to type away on his computer.

As you sanitize your workstation and logged into your computer, your supervisor Yamada Hizashi, walked in and bellowed “Gooooooood morning my little ducklings!” You heard Aizawa groan under his breath and tried not to chuckle at his misery.

Aizawa and Yamada were childhood friends and coworkers. It baffled you at first when Nemuri, your co-supervisor, had mentioned it in passing. The two were extremely different. While Yamada was the bright sun on a summer’s day that humans longed for after a long and miserable winter, Aizawa was the moon that people sung praises to with his mysterious aura and charming personality. After working with them for a month, however, you could see how the two were best friends. They balanced each other out perfectly and would always bring out the best side of the other person.

“Must you be so loud so early in the morning.” It wasn’t meant to be a question but Yamada answered anyway.

“Yes, I must bless everyone with my beautiful voice.”

If he wasn’t in a work environment, you were certain that Aizawa would have smacked his head on his desk to end his misery.

A peaceful silence settled upon you and you awkwardly shifted in your seat. Neither Aizawa nor Yamada had instructed you with anything to do and you were starting to feel antsy. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to walk around the station, maybe get some fresh air, Aizawa cleared his throat and called your name. You sat up straighter in your chair and locked your eyes with his.

“Write a letter to the Council of Train Stations to approve the extension of payment fees deadline.” Instructed Aizawa before returning to face his computer.

Blinking twice, You wrote down what he said in your notebook and began working on the letter.

You worked in the administrative department of the train station. The company you worked with, All Might Train Station Management, was infamous in maintaining and developing the station. From managing stores, adding holiday decorations to conducting safety measures and promoting the best image of the station, those were among the many things that you will deal with for the next eight months.

Once you have submitted your letter, you inform Aizawa. Who just hummed at you in return, too absorbed in his own work.

This went on for two hours. Aizawa would ask you to write a letter, you wrote it down on your note and then typed it on your computer and submitted it. Sometimes, you would have to contact other employees from other departments to forward you files that you had to attach to your letters. It was stressful, but not unmanageable.

It was around twelve in the afternoon when Aizawa excused himself to meet with the president of the company, Toshinori Yagi. Shortly afterwards, Yamada also left the office to God knows where. A habit of his that you envied but would never actually do. Yamada had been working two years at the company so he had the privilege to take a break from work and wander around. Maybe someday you could do it too, but for now, You’re stuck in your office.

Noticing that none of them were returning any time soon, You took your wallet and made your way to the mini market for a cold beverage and some snacks. You didn’t want to eat lunch at work - not that you can anyways since the staff room was under maintenance - but you were starting to get hungry and you couldn’t work to the best of your potential with an empty stomach.

When you returned to your office, you spotted Aizawa back at his desk. Yamada was nowhere in sight. Quietly, so as to not disrupt your workaholic of a boss, you sat down on your chair and opened your bag of chocolate animal crackers and stabbed the straw into your mango juice box.

“You look like you’re in elementary school.”

Your head shot upwards at Aizawa’s comment and could feel your cheeks flushing with warmth and you were positive that they had turned a bright red color.

“Would you like some?” You blurted and instantly winced. It was no secret that you were an awkward person by nature and tended to blurt things out or ramble on when nervous. You tried improving that aspect of yourself at work, not wanting to embarrass yourself at work like you did in college. You wanted to be professional and taken seriously. But it was proving to be a challenge.

Aizawa appeared to be contemplating your offer, half distracted by whatever it was displayed in front of him on his computer. “Sure, why not.” He eventually replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Your heart beat in anticipation as you stood up and crossed the short distance between your desk and his. Your hand held out the yellow bag of animal shaped chocolate crackers and watched as Aizawa dipped his hand and fish out two crackers; a panda and an elephant. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Your reply was soft, almost a squeak. Aizawa just hummed in response and returned to type away at his keyboard. You briefly toyed with the idea of being as busy Aizawa, to the point of being unaware of your surroundings.

The rest of the day went uneventful. Aizawa didn’t ask you to write any letters and Yamada didn’t return to the office until half an hour before work ended. The loud blonde asked Aizawa if he wanted to join him for lunch later and you held your breath at what your boss was going to reply, the thought of him living a normal life outside of these four walls was almost unimaginable. “Yeah, sure.” Ah, to see Aizawa in a casual setting, a privilege that you have to work very hard for.

When it was two in the afternoon, you turned off your computer, signed your name on the attendance sheet and bid farewell to your colleagues.

“Goodbye, my little duckling!” You heard Yamada say behind you while Aizawa grunted a quiet ‘bye’.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa scenario #aizawa x you #bnha imagine #bnha x reader

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queencryo · 3 years

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IM WATCHING THE SEASON FNALE OF GREYS ANATOMY SIX

if u want a preview of what watching tv with me is like

THERES NO ATRENDINGS SO CRISTINA IS GONNA DO THE SURGERY OH JEEEEEEZ

THERES AN ACTIVE FUCKING SHOOTER BABY

yes thus reminds me of ss13 im cool as shit

OH MY GID

DID LEXI DYE HER HAIR BLONDE JUST TO SET UP BALD GUY GOING OH FUCK... IZZIE............. DONT LEAVE ME PLEASE IM SORRY.... AS HES BLEEDING OUT

ALSO MEREDITH AND DEREK'S NEW HOUSE GONNA HAVE A ROOM FOR CRISTINA? THATS SO RUCKING GAY

MEREDITH AND CRISTINA ARE SO GAY

ALSO IM BIG PISSY THEY KILLED OFF REED. SHE WAS THE BEST EVER. MOSTLY I SAY THIS BECAUSE SHE WAS CUTE AND SHE HAD SHORT HAIR. VEFY COOL YOUNG WOMAN. DEAD!

AUGH

OH NO THE BIG DUDE

HES BONED. BAIKEY AND THIS PANICKED PATIENT WITH THIS BIG UDE. NOTHING BUT GAUZE. ANAJANA HES SO FUCKED. bailey stop freaking your shit stop it! its time to be serene... and piwerful...

xr bailey has a really unpleasant habit of cracking under pressure. just. irs constant. beating the fuck out of the greys anatomy writers for making a worf out of dr bailey

oh my godtheyre seriouslu killing off halc of the new residents. and a third is obviouslh going to get fired or something.

this is bullshit. i mean avery is awesome. hes a cool dude and i love love his voice and he was in detroit become human! but big dude is sweet and i like his voice more basically...

hoo boy

OH MY GOD HOW DID THE SHOOTER GET IN THE OR

HOW THE FUCK

DOES THIS BITCH TELEPORT? IS THAY WHAY THIS IS? THESE WHORES

CRISTINA TEARFULLY DOING SURGERY QHILE A GUN IS TO HER HEAD OH MU FUCKING GOD AAAAAAAAA

god i miss watching tv wkth people... aaa i love watching tb with people! i love yelling about shows its sooooo fun....

instead i gotta just dm allll my friends it sucks ::c

OH MY GID KH MY GID COCJIX OOOHHH MY GOD OH MY GID

DR HUNT. WAS LIKE OJ HEY. NAH XRISTINA LOOKS PRETTY GOOD! ILL JUST GO IN AND TAKE A LOOK SEE

HE WAS LOOKING AT MR BITCH POINT A GUN AT CRISTINA AZJJXZJJAJSJXNCIENSNXBCJ

OH WHAT A COOL MOTHERFUCKER I LOVE THAT CHILL UNDER PRESSURE BABE

WOULD SOMEONE BULLRUSH THIS BITCH ALREADY WHAY THE FUCK HES LIKE SEVENT oh cool hunt di oh hes dead okay

OH THE FUCKING FAKEOUT I LOVE JT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE JT I KOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT AVERY YOU FUNNY LITTLE MAN AHAHAJJXIDKAODNCKNFCNXJSJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

'IM TRYING TO SABE YOUR GUY NOW PLWASE SAVE MINE' FUCK YEAH CRISTINA UR THE COOLEST I LOVE YOU WISH U WERE ALLOWED TO BE GAY BY THIS SHOW WHICH U SO CLEARLY ARE BUT I DO LOVE YOU

bailey sadly watching percy die, with a patient, oh my god im going tl fucking cry. no bailey ur not a coward literally tell a man with a gun whateber you need to do to make him not sboot you thays man wigh a gun one oh fucking one. oh god charles just tearfully saying he loves a woman he DOESNT EVEN KNOW IS DEAD AAAAA

skvcidjskCJDJSIN IM STILL ON ABERY OH MY GOOOOOOOOD HE FUCKING GOD HE FUCKING UNDID SHEPHERDS HEART MONITOR IM CRYING AND SCREAMING

KXJCJDNWJSNIXJCKSMAKMXNFKEJSNNXJXJXJXJDHSMSHDYZJMDJSJSNDJD GREY CASUALLY STATING SJES HAVING A MISCARRIAGE

Oh greay job dr webber just wander on into the hosptial for no reason

god this gunman is such a stupif whore i haye him. hes such a slut. oh im judt gonna appear outta nowhere fot no reason

'i was only really plannin to shoot three specific people' doesnt work well with 'i stuffed as much ammo into my coay as i could fit' you stupif asshole

stupid prick

¬‘KXM8''66@8@6)%=++5"THATD REALLY THE DILEMNA ISNT IT

WHEN UVE ONLY GOT ONE GIY LEFT TO KILL. AND YOU ALSO WANT TO KILL YORSELF. JUST OME BULLET. GOD AINT THAY JUDT THE WAY....

oh sebber this dude aint gomma see his wife again. this dude is goimg to immensely hell.

kxkdmskdjf RUB this dudes face in it webber fuckimg make him know how awesome your lifes been. GET him!!!!!!! fuck yez!!

1: the dichotomy of 'life in prison or an afterlife with your wife' is flawed because a. this bitch aint goin to heaven or wherever his wife is. also webber is assuming this dude is christian (which. old white man who is emasculafed in rhe fqce of his wifes death and bought a gun and shot a bunch of ppl? okay. thays christian). b. hed die if he went to prison.... plus this djde would probs get death penalty. earlier we saw a dude get capital for killing like seven ppl. no way this dude wouldnt get it.

2. its flaedd bc mr clark could just. slit his wrists. cmon now webber stop being such a stupid slut

AAAAAA OF COURSE SHEPARD DIES IN SURGERY.

oh thank fuk he lesbians ar eback tovether. eben if their conflict was stuoif smf couldve easily been solved by not havig a desperate need for monogamy

oh???? shepherd living moments??? shepherd living moments??

kxckksiskdjccjjsjaijfidns OKAY THAT WAS A REALLY GOOD EPISODE ACTUALLY..................... monologue was stupif but NESIDES THAY

#warbling #im so sorry dude #greys anatomy #ive bden watchkng so much greys anatomy its so good

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khaleesiofalicante · 5 years

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Shadowhunters S3E22 Thoughts

Okay let’s kill this crazy bitch covered in coal

Meliorn, you dumbass! That’s what happens when you scream during a sneak attack!!

That Lorenzo+Magnus magic move was cool!!! Also is Alec only shooting five arrows at a time now? Man has standards!!

YASSS IZZY!!!!! OH SHIT NOOOOO IZZY!!!!

Clary is serving runes like she is at a soup kitchen...

Shit they are all on fire!!!!

Yes yes get the fuck outta there!!!!!!

WE ARE COOOOOMING AFTEEEERRR YOUUUU. I will not skip the intro, Netflix! It’s the last episode, you insensitive asshole!!!

OMGGGGGGGGG SIZZY IS NOT WASTING ANY TIME HUH???

Clace is soooooo vanilla. Bless those two lil souls...

THAT HAIR TOUCHING WAS SO FUCKING SOFT IM GONNA LOOK AT IT FOREVER EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF

Simon went for the classic ‘It’s weird that this is not weird’. Nice...

Sure, babies!!! Do everything together :) <3 :)

Magnus’ handwriting tho!!! Dayuuum.

Man I love Alec’s I got laid last night face ;)

Alec Lightwood does not, never, ever, will pass up an opportunity to say FUCK YOU to the clave and other homophobes. I love my son!!

I Do LikE yOu iN aTuX OMG FUCKING KILL ME

Delivering handwritten wedding invites through fire messages? ICONIC!!

Did Jace just compare Clace to Malec? Jace is cracking me up in the eps!

In other news, Seelie Queen continues to be creepy...

OMG SHE JUST GOT INFINITY WAR-ED BY JONATHAN!!!

YES TO THIS PARABATAI CONTENT YES YES YES YES

CLIZZY PARABATAI????? I APPROVE!!!!

My man Underhill takes his job as Head of Security VERY seriously...

Miss the wedding? MISS THE WEDDING? I did not approve this?????

Jocelyn OMG WHAT THE FUCK

Raziel needs to learn how to use Facetime or Facebook. Sending a girl’s dead mom as a messenger is not cool, bro!!

Okay true tho. Clary probably created to runes to get rid of dandruff...

OMG ALL THOSE CAKES ARE GORGEOUS AND GLITTERY!!!

I can watch Magnus eat cake forever tbh...

So Lorenzo gave back the loft? Why? How? When? Nevermind.

OMG MORE SELF-PORTRAITS OMG I CANNOT

THAT BRO MOMENT BETWEEN MAGNUS + LORENZO WAS WELL DONE. YES TO SUPPORTIVE WARLOCKS YALL.

I just realised that Magnus photocopied the wedding invitations by magic. That’s a really cool trick....

OKAY MAGNUS BOUGHT MARYSE A DRESS FOR THE WEDDING I AM SOFT

I literally forgot about Robert’s existence...

LOS ANGELES BITCHES

How did Max grow so tall?????? What is your secret, child?? TELL ME!!!

Jonathan has gone full Blonde Badboy cool cool cool

SHIT ARE THE BLACKTHORNS OKAY?????

Damn it can we not have a wedding without all this drama????

Yall there was a random woman videoing Jonathan’s attack??? Wtf is wrong with people these days smh.

Yes clary please get your brother under control!!!

I do not feel bad for Jonathan for some reason. I also sense a pattern shit.

So Jonathan died? Just like that? Okaaaaaaaaay then.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHEEEEEEEEEEEEET ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN BREATHE WOMAN BREATHE

Yaaaaaas Madzie, you perfect flower girl you!!!!!

Okay I LOVE LOVE LOVE this fall/yellow theme <3

Alec looks so handsome and I am already crying FUCK

Yasss Catarina is the best woman!!!!!

OMG all their friends and family are there this is too much yall

OH MY GOD MARYSE IS WALKING MAGNUS DOWN THE AISLE MY HEART IS SO FUCKING FULL RIGHT NOW I CANT BREATHE

OMG THOSE FUCKING VOWS KILLED ME MALEC FOREVER OMG

I AM AND WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR LOVING HUSBAND OKAY BABIES OKAY <3 <3 <3

MY CHILDREN REALLY GOT MARRIED HUH I AM LITERALLY MARYSE RN

OMG THEIR FIRST DANCE!!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD INDEED!!!!

Raphael, you beautiful goldfish!!!! I wish you all the best!!!!!! <3 <3

Clary NO GOODBYES!!!

HALINE BITCH HALINE YES YES YES <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Andrew? Andrew? ANDREW? ANDREWWWWWWWWW??????

I CALLED THIS SHIP LIKE 12 YEARS AGO AND I AM STILL HERE FOR IT SUCKERZ

Omg they all know about Luke LAMO those two are apparently not subtle!

Okay Maryse is the best mom ever fight me

OMG they used that god damn ‘cell’ line from the books.. my heart :(

CLARY BABE NO YOU POOR THING TALK TO SOMEONE

What is with these kids and leaving letters? Talk to someone goddamnit!!

ONE YEAR LATER WTF NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT THIS????

Idris looks GOOOOOOOOD

OMG INQUISITOR ALEC LIGHTWOOD BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS!!!

Luke x Maryse one year into the relationship and vacaying in Brazil? I need footage thank you!

OMG MAGNUS THAT LOOK WOW JUST WOW

HIGH WARLOCK OF ALICANTE MAGNUS BANE BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS TOO!!!!

IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING HARRY’S BICEPS??? GOD DAMNNNNN

MY BEAUTIFUL BLUE PEACOCK WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND WOW

Yes to Young Entrepreneur Maia.

OMG TAKIS BOOK STANS HOLD ME PLEASE

She named a burrata salad after Clary. I am very emo right now...

HEAD OF THE INSTITUTE IZZY BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS THREE WHAT EVEN THANK YOU????????

Sizzy is all soft and sailing. My ship is safe!!!!! <3

Okay this Jimon training scene was well done. HOT DIGGITY DANG

BOOP BOOP OMG CUTIEEEEEEE

Jace, don’t let her gooooo

Clary! Hey!!! You look...different.

SHEEETTT SHE CAN SEE HIM!!!!!

OMG 01X01 PARALLELS BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay um, it’s over?????????

What am I supposed to do now??? (After I finish crying that is)

I just want the record to show that I actually enjoyed the last eps. The writers and actors did a great job <3

Thank you, shadowhunters and shadowfam.

I will miss writing stupid shit about my stupid show I stupidly love so much

That’s it I guess...

Oh and fuck Freeform bro.

#this is much #my heart is full #everything is good #shadowhunters #shadowhunters thoughts #malec #clace #sizzy #sh spoilers

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famder-news · 5 years

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FanFic Review Friday: One Black Coffee

Hey Guys!!! Mod Wheat here with that Fanfic Saturday Friday post! I know this is coming on a Saturday, but Ya Boi is feeling big sick from what I hope is a cold and sore bc physical therapy appointments and forgot to post something yesterday. So, buckle up for Mod Wheat’s Chicken Noodle Soup For The Soul, aka Mod Remi’s ( @adultmorelikeadolt ) fic, One Black Coffee!!! Read it HERE if you haven’t yet, ‘cause this one’s certified Big Good Shit!!!

Pairings: Roceit, QPR analogicality

Word Count: 3753

Warnings: Remus exists and is mentioned, Deceit (duh), tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Human AU, Dee’s a barista and Roman’s a Tired Theater Major who exists on caffiene, and Fluff Occurs!!!

ok SO this fic is fucking good, and I just start with that. Ya homegirl LOVES a well-written Deceit, and Remi writes a Damn Good Snakey Boi!!! At several points during this fic, I had to stop reading and scream internally because its just THAT FLUFFY!!!

Our fic starts with Roman, the character who we see the world through, going to get coffee from his favorite on-campus shop from his FAVORITE barista, our hot mans Deceit. Dee refuses to sell him coffee (because of course he will), *then* offers to take Roman on a date.

Dee takes him on that date (dinner plus a theater show) and our boy Roman? Swooned. Dee’s already won him over, what a good bean!!

Then, date two! Thomas (a teacher) notices Roman’s distracted “holy shit I have a BF” and Roman lies, claiming that its bc Stinky Trash Mans Remus is having issues. But!!! then he and Dee go off to watch the sunset as two Queer Dudes and it’s very cute!!!

Then Roman tells Thomas that he lied, to which Thomas is like “LOL yeah I been knew, thanks for coming clean to me though youre Good People.”

Then the epilogue has had the bois being a couple for a Long Ass Time cause Dee is implied to have proposed to Roman. HELL YEAH!!!

Closing Thoughts: I wish I hadn’t read the fic so I could re-experience the euphoria of reading it for the first time. It’s just THAT GOOD. I really, REALLY enjoyed it and if Remi were to, say, write a sister fic of the Married Life between the boys I think I would actually cry real tears of joy.

Quote of the fic: “ But the details of Roman’s romantic life are of no matter currently, because it’s 8 am and he has two classes today, one of which is awfully boring, and he only got three hours of sleep last night. “ This one’s just a Big Ass Mood

And yeah, that’s the fic!!! the tl;dr is that Roman and Dee are gay and GO READ ITS GOOOOOOOOD SHIT

#remus #roman #deceit sanders #Fanfic Friday #Mod Wheat

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sasukebarmitzvah · 5 years

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watching every naruto opening and discussing my opinions because im bored liveblog

original

took me a little while to warm up to it idk why maybe because its not as up tempo and its a shonen and i want to get hype but i love it now. love the part where the camera pans around team 7 fighting randos they are babies… also its so funny when sasuke holds out his hand to naruto to help him out of the lake and he jsut fist bumps him. gay boy

Haruka fucking kanata baby!!!!!!!! a fav. like we all know this. i listen to the song just regularly a lot and every time it comes on shuffle im like Oh my god its haruka kanata. read the english translation of the lyrics… sns

this one got stuck in my head for a while lol. i like seeing everyone babie and i like naruto shaking his head at the end to dry off like a dog

DDMnanannaddnnaaaaa naaaaaaaaa nda aaWE ARE FIGHTING DEAMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOLI OLI OLIOOOOoohh!!!!! very fun very good also a very good time in the show, hello tsunade

**edgy shonen opening where theres something important in front of a chain link fence**

lol skipping 6-9 bc thats the huge chunk of filler which i didnt actually watch most of

shippuden

heros come back is SO GOOD absolutely one of my favs. banger first of all. i love how its actually choreographed and naruto sakura kakashi are like moving to the beat and i love the part where the animation is like pencil sketchy and theyre running and their bodies warp bro its just cool. the part where everyone dramatically reaches for gaara is fun, also love deidaras moment. anyway i shake my ass to this song eveyrday

distance oh god oh fuck. YOU ARE MY FRIEND!!! the sasuke and naruto stuff where they are little baby at the beginning at the end we return to the same place theyre there and like about to stab each other i’m going to scream. i lvoe the song of course. hello sai! i love team 7s little spotlight moments where they get to pose to the music its so cute. why is sasuke snake jesus? DO you remember that long lost DREAM!!!!!!!!!!

BLUE BIRD YA BANGER ok the whole symbolism. when naruto falling next to sasuke rising is positioned like yin and yang lol. when naruto is falling from the sky but then sasuke comes to mind and he springs into action lol. ok random people from the fillers i dont care about. naruto fell in the lake he picks up the bird feather interspersed with a couple shots of sasuke horgh. additional reading: paper bag by fiona apple

closer is one of the ones where im like eh its ok its not my favorite and then it gets to the chorus and my dumb ass is jsut screaming YOU KNOW THE CLOSER YOU GET TO SMETHING THE TOUGHTER IT IS TO REACHIT. the funniest part where narutos moping and thinking of sasuke and then he just perks up and smiles at the camera like. gay boy. like getting to see the asuma fight scenes in this op, also it was so funny seeing him get all the screentime in this op knowing hes about to die like yeah very subtle

SHA LA LA!!!! LOVE IT i love it i love it soooo much first of all banger second of all naruto looking into the water and his reflection is sasuke. lollllll. metaphor m-e-t-a-p-h-o-r the little prechorus bit in the middle gives me chills. love sasuke walking into the purple pool like a smug motherfucker thats my boy. at the end zooming into sasukes pupil zoom out it’s narutos eye oh the poetry..

signs another one of the ones where im like eh whatever its fine but not my fav but by the chorus i am standing on the table freaking out. like fuck jiraiya but this one got me a lil. the lighting and choreography of the sasuke itachi fight bit is sooooo nice and pretty, love getting to see all the new players in the story. baby ame orphans fading to the shot of yahiko as pain.. :(

this one literally makes me cry. i get chills what the fuck. definitely one of my favs. am i a bitch? maybe. i like the song by itself but like the way the rise/general shape of the melody flows with the visuals its like oh god oh fuck. again fuck jiraiya but like the role his character serves as a link between these disparate groups of people and the way thats used in this opening… how it starts and ends with him writing and this is the arc where naruto reads tales of a gutsy ninja and he learns about how he got his name and jiraiya wrote the book and hes WRITING and im going CRAZY!! i’m starting to tear up watching it rn. the shot of konan and the pains in that moment just before they leap forward. Sayonaaaaaaara aa lksasldfkwpoeifjhnuerIELFeuiertekdjsnlfweiourbg kakashis moment is cool in this op. also love to see the girls getting fight scenes in this op cus they sure dont in the actual show LOL anyway yeah im at the part where the melodys just hitting sooo different oh my god naruto frog eyes

DIVERRRRRRR. FAV literally like naruto is drowning. hes drowning and everyone is pushing him up so he can breathe again everyone is fighting to save him and thnen he s ouf ot the water and then he sees sasuke drowning and he JUMPS BACK IN. FOR ONE PERSON EVEN THOUGH ALL THESE OTHER PEOLE were working to help him out he dives back in for SASUKE whos drowning in the eyehole of obitos mask which is cool. ok yeah this is another one where im like tearing up because THe cymbal is em….. the way The movement of the visuals is choreographed with the song is so much. nico TOUCHED the fucking walls.

this one kinda annoys me i dont know why it just wasnt my favorite. love the sasuke and naruto staring at each other intensely moment though, would this be a shippuden opening without that. also the part at the end where sakura holds up her kunai and it like slashes and covers sasuke and naruto… inch resting…

newsongs so weird i love it. like what the hell is going on. why is naruto running like hes from some weird gmod video from 2013. love the LITERAL choreography, everyone dancing to the song like this is a musical. theres just a lot of weird moments which is fun. love sai naruto and sakura making the seal together to shoot lightning. raikage leaping gracefully across the beach

i do not enjoy this one. i just dont. it just feels like we’re bootlicking which of course we are because this is the war arc and everything is a nightmare

i remember seeing the first episode with this opening and i was excited bc its like… great another naruto pining for sasuke one this is what im here for. a light banger. minato manlet monday. ohh right this was the one where gaara sees his dad again and his OH I SEE SASUKEE

Banger! nico did indeed touch the walls again. i like that this one is like visually thematically consistent thru the whole thing, i like the nighttime dimly lit atmosphere with the bursts of brighter colorful lighting, also whenever i see tsunade i freak out. narutos cute at the end

SUCH A BANGER!!! also very cool visual style, appreciate it for that like the last one, its got that pretty consistent aesthetic with the red sky and the high contrast black blocking its fun and cool to watch. did i mention the song is a bit of a banger. obito passing thru the rock is cool too bad hes an idiot

ok from this one there were two lines i remember always seeing in the english sub that made me freak out. and one of them was like “this red hot love burning my heart” and it was over kakashi and obito fighting like damn OK. also the “i put the candle out with my finger” thing sticks in my head idk why. hate that we have the narutos big meaty claws i mean manly hands moment though. omg its hashirama and madara and then it CUTS TO SASUKE AND NARUTO IN THE SAME POSE LOL OK…

SILHOUETTE IS a banger… not as much so as some of the others but its a lot of fun. very colorful op, we got some naruto pining for sasuke, classic. also love the thing where ppl are running and they age as they do and they sort of grow into their present selves, a fun visual bit. the end where narutos like obito be nice now look at all these people behind me who think youre a meanie please be nice :(((((((((

another one with a really good visual principle ugh i love how the style of the show is integrated w the styles of more traditional printmaking its very swexy and nice to look at

LINE uugrgh i love this one, maybe a fav… naruto chasing after the light and sasuke trying so hard to snuff it out as they both reflect on their memories of each other oh god oh fuck… also i love the bits where it just has all the characters in a row like it reminds me of that one post about how in the endgame trailer they had a shot of all the female characters together to be like Girl power!! and someone was like yeah thats them showing u exactly how many women theyre going to disrespect LMAO but yeah i do love this op. also the song itself being slower w/ the triplet tempo is a nice change of pace

blood circulator hee hee… the version of this with naruto and sasuke moments is A Lot but even just the generic first version is fun. the part where narutos like knocked on his face hes sinking into the tar and hes not even trying to save himself hes just staring at sasuke, but then he sees sasuke distressed and he goes bijuu mode immediately like What did u say about my mans? there is some homoeroticism

i really hate everything about this i hate it all. sasuke is cute. thats it. ok first of all why did choji cut his hair his long hair look was so gooooooood. hinata bimboification? i mean if anything it was fun to watch these fillers just cus it was fun to watch kakashi be the hokage but really goofy and also the Crumbs tossed to the kakairus… but yeah i hate everything temari got bimbofied too like ugh please let her be a dyke :( this isnt even me talking necessarily about the opening this is me just being like i hate the naruto ending. LOL SASUKE AND NARUTOS NO HOMO BRO HIGH FIVE AT THE END LOLLLLL

ok im done

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nala-calame · 5 years

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Meet The Parents || Wolf Lioness

Summary: Adam and Nala host a Thanksgiving Dinner for the Calames. Nala’s father launches an interrogation.

@chewbacca-adam

ADAM:

Somehow Nala had convinced Adam to host a Thanksgiving dinner. When he’d suggested celebrating American holidays it had been in jest. A tease because, yeah, Thanksgiving was coming up but they had been discussing mistletoe and he’d been thinking about it hanging up around the castle, catching Nala underneath it. The text had just happened and all of a sudden he was inviting her and her family to Thanksgiving dinner.

Thankfully Nala, being the planner she was, had dedicated an entire binder to the affair. There were cooking schedules, a small guest list, his best china picked out to use, and an actual spread as to how everything would be arranged. Of course, with anything that was planned at the castle she had included him in everything. They’d spent the days leading up to the day in his kitchen and dining room figuring everything out.

And now with the groceries purchased, the turkey cooking in the oven, and a moment to breathe, all there was left to do was wait.

The idea of meeting Nala’s parents… Of having a sit down meal with them over an American holiday set his stomach in knots. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Thanksgiving was, how it had come about. But this day, at least to him, was for giving thanks for what he had. And he had a lot. Even more now that he was with Nala and a part of an actual pack. But he was aware that most people did not see it that way.

“They won’t…. They won’t think I’m some barbarian because this is the holiday we’re meeting, will they?” Adam asked from his place at the counter. He’d been mashing up the potatoes when the thought had entered his mind and he’d had the need to voice it.

NALA:

Nala was excited.

Nala was also terrified.

Here was the secret-- see, her parents had actually never met one of her boyfriends. This was partially because her father was one of those extremely intimidating traditional Kenyan fathers and partially because Nala never had a boyfriend who lasted long enough for Nala to want him to meet her parents. The latter fact was of course extremely pathetic and she was happy that thus far she and Adam had avoided swapping their dating histories, both of them out of mutual respect-- especially because Nala was pretty sure, considering what Adam said about how he used to be, he had been some sort of serial dater with so much experience and she was entirely out of her depth--

See! Best just not think about it!

But that meant this was going to be a first for Nala and she didn’t know how it was going to go. Whenever her father had talked about Nala dating, he’d deadpanned in that charming, very dry humour of his about how she was not allowed to date until she was married, or that he expected to see the boy’s resume beforehand, and also that she better date a good Muslim boy or he would fall very ill from heartache… but Nala always laughed these off because surely he was just kidding.

And her mother would laugh too! And even her father-- before, er, getting a very serious face on and saying, You listen to your baba, malaika.

But it had been many months now that she had been dating Adam, and she had told her daddy many months ago. He’d made a kind of snorting noise when she’d confirmed that no, he was not Muslim, but he also had not fallen ill from heartache and Nala considered this a win-win.

Why stress out Adam with any of this though? There was no point and so Nala had told Adam that her parents were so excited to meet him and were very touched that he invited them in the first place.

Nala had just finished setting the table and wandered in to hear Adam’s question. She put on a big smile just for him. “Oh no babe, not at all!” she said cheerfully (maybe a little too cheerfully...but she was excited!! Really!!) She came round to kiss his cheek and touch his arm. “In fact, my mama was saying she was so pleased that we’d get to share one of your traditions. We know not all cultures are perfect and-- let’s be honest, there are more problematic things in today’s America than Thanksgiving.” She raised her eyebrows at him suggestively; she was pretty sure he knew what she was talking about.

“But traditions are so important to my family, so it’s good that they’re important to you too, hmm?”

ADAM:

For the most part, Adam wanted to believe her. He wanted to be less nervous about this, about everything. But all he could think about was the large parties his parents had thrown. How they were the talk of the social circles and were expected to be extravagant events. This was nothing compared to the Thanksgiving dinners his parents had thrown.

But those parties had also been so impersonal. Just a group of people gathered to brag about what they had and how they had acheived it.

So while Nala talked about tradition, Adam couldn’t help but think that he didn’t really have one. He was just winging this because he was American and a part of him missed that. Not the parties, of course, those had been boring affairs with stuffy billionaires. He missed the way his nannies would try to teach him about the holidays. What they meant and why they were celebrated. The little gifts that were sometimes laid on his bed; reminders that even if he acted like a brat there were still people that cared about him, even if those people weren’t his parents. It was those thoughts that made it easier to even want to start those traditions.

“Yeah..” he huffed out a laugh, knowing exactly what she meant. The whole country had gone to hell. Made him glad he’d gotten out when he had. “Sure as hell isn’t the same as it used to be. That cheese puff screwed everything up.” Though, Adam didn’t feel he had any say simply because he hadn’t voted, hadn’t been a citizen of the States in years.

But he felt slightly reassured by her kiss and her words. It wouldn’t be all bad. Not if they were coming willingly…

The thought was cut off as heard footsteps followed quickly by three knocks on the door. He looked to Nala then, just a bit of that insecurity showing on his features as he stepped away from the counter. “I should get that, huh?” Adam said, a nervous smile playing over his lips. He grabbed the dish towel and wiped his hands on them before scratching at the light scruff that coated his cheeks. Maybe he should have shaved for this dinner. He looked a bit rough with it but… He hadn’t thought of that.

He moved from the kitchen quickly, crossing through the living room and den before getting to the door. He could smell her parents stronger there and it did nothing to calm the nerves that had suddenly caught up to him. Another gulp and then he pulled the door open, smiling as warmly as he could. “H-Hello, Mister and Mrs Calame. Uh--- Come… Come in.”

NALA:

Nala had another speech coming, a speech that included compliments that Sarafina had made in different conversations that Nala had had with her mother. Sure, they weren’t direct compliments-- That boy must be doing somethin’ right if you’re still with him-- but Nala considered them, at the very least, compliment-lite. And she figured that Adam would need as much cheerleading as possible to boost his confidence before--

Knock knock knock.

Before the knock. Before the descent. Before right now.

She glanced toward the door and was about to offer to answer it herself, let Adam position himself as a kitchen and use food prep as excuse, but her boyfriend surprised her. The surprise showed on her face as she pulled away-- eyebrows lifted and a small smile sneaking on her lips. She was impressed. This was the perfect level of confidence. Maybe he didn’t need compliments after all.

“I’ll come with you!” she volunteered anyway and scurried along his side-- complimenting him anyway too. “You’re gonna do great, babe, seriously, my mom already loves you, my dad-- just has a dry sense of humour but I swear, he’s just kidding, just remember that, just laugh if you don’t know what to say-- they are so excited, I am so excited, okay, okay, I’ll stop talking now, just-- you look so handsome.” She said and kissed his cheek again before Adam opened the door. “Okay, now you can open it.”

Honestly, half of those things she said were to herself more than they were to Adam.

She said it again quietly before the door swung open: Baba is just kidding. It’s going to go great!

Then the door opened and there they were: Nala’s parents. Sarafina bustled in front first, with a massive smile and her arms outstretched. “Oh, there’s my Nala!” she cooed. Nala laughed and fell into the hug right away, squeezing her mama right on back.

“Oooh, something smells gooooooood!” Sarafina gasped as she pulled away. She turned to Adam-- and was still smiling. “C’mere boy-o, is that your cooking? Maybe we’ll have something to eat after all!” And with another laugh she went ahead and hugged Adam, patting him on the back. “And call me Sarafina, won’t you?”

Nala’s father shuffled in with less energy than Sarafina. But that was Okoth for you. He was always quite composed, an exacting man, everything in its place. He had worn a suit for the occasion which told Nala he was taking this very seriously. And though he did not beam at Adam, his lips twitched under his greying mustache. He extended his hand to Adam.

��Okoth Calame. You may call me-- Mr. Calame,” he said.

ADAM:

Immediately Adam smiled as he watched Nala with her mother. They were alike in so many ways. It was easy for him to see where exactly that sunny disposition Nala always had came from. And her energy. How many times had she greeted Adam in a similar way? He’d lost count. That energy was something he loved about Nala. No matter how late it was or how many hours she worked, each time they were together or met for lunch or had dinner, Nala was always full of life and excited. She made him excited for life. Had brought him out of his shell more and more the more they were together.

So it wasn’t strange, per say, when she turned to him with outstretched arms. It was only a little awkward for him to be showing this level of affection to someone he was just meeting but… It was Nala’s mother and-- he did want to be on good terms with them. There was a slight flush at her kind of (?) compliment. Of course he knew that Sarafina was a good cook. An amazing one, actually. Nala had made (not shared) some of her recipes and they’d even made her chili, and Adam had found each dish to be just as good as the next. Her thinking that their combined cooking smelled good was enough for him. “I-- I hope so. We’ve been cooking all day.” He gave her a soft smile, trying not to let any of his nerves show through.

Mr. Calame, on the other hand, made him nervous. There was no reading him, no trying to figure out what he was thinking. He took his hand, giving it a firm shake. A weak handshake on a first meeting was not acceptable. It was, actually, never acceptable. A man had show exactly who he was with that first shake. Adam desperately wanted Nala’s father to realize that he was a good man, that he was a good match for his daughter. Because Adam was trying. The boy he’d been ten years ago no longer existed. All of this was new for him.

“Mister Calame, it’s nice to meet you.” He gave a nod as he took a step back to stand next to Nala again. He wanted to reach out to her, either wrap an arm around her shoulder or tangle their fingers together, just for that extra vote of confidence he usually gained from her in moments he felt just a tad overwhelmed. He refrained, though, out of respect for her parents.

“There’s just a few more minutes left on the turkey. We can, uh, we can move to the den. It’s more comfortable than the foyer, I promise.”

NALA:

Nala watched, not at all nervous, as Adam shook her father’s hand. She stared intensely at it and a hundred different conversations leapt to the tip of her tongue as well. That was just Nala’s social training for you, wasn’t it? Especially when it came to Adam, Nala always felt primed to start or redirect interaction as needed. She didn’t mind doing that, by the way. It made her feel important sometimes and she got this warm, fuzzy feeling when Adam gave her a look that so clearly meant Thank you. Like she was a good girlfriend and everything.

But she had to refrain. Because this was her father and if there was one person on whom Nala’s social training did not particularly work all the time, it was Okoth Calame, for he knew how to cut straight to business. If he wanted to talk to Adam and only Adam, then that is what he would do. He would not be distracted or redirected. No matter how much Nala, or even his own wife, might try.

But this was fine! Okoth wasn’t exactly smiling, but he hadn’t launched into grilling Adam right away.

And Adam, he was brilliant. Polite, collected, confident. She’d kiss him if her parents weren’t right there.

“Yes,” said Nala’s father then to Adam. And that was all.

Nala couldn’t help but break in then. She took her father by the arm-- and this made Okoth smile-- and began to lead him toward the den, with Adam and Sarafina in tow. “Baba, you really should see all of the manor. It’s absolutely gorgeous. The architecture’s all been taken care of despite the age and-- oh, there’s so much artwork!”

She exchanged a look at Adam. This look said: remember the cheat sheet I prepared for you of my father’s interests?! Artwork! He collects artwork!

“Is that so?” said Okoth, a slight touch of amusement in his voice.

“Yes! Gorgeous stuff too, Adam knows more about the history of those pieces than me,” she said and looked at Adam again as they arrived in the den.

ADAM:

He was trying very hard to remember the cheat sheet that Nala had given him. He wanted to make a good impression on her parents. This was important to him, to her he assumed. Well, actually, he was certain that this was important to both of them. It was a big reason why he’d never done this whole routine before. Meeting parents was an important step and he realized that. Had to make sure that a good impression was made. For whatever reason it had been important to the girls he’d dated when he was younger. It was why he often left before it could even get to that point.

It was different with Nala, though.

There was no denying how much he cared for Nala. It had slowly crept up on him until it seemed obvious every time he looked at her. That flood of warm emotion whenever she caught his own gaze. This dinner showed that. A joke made into an actuality.

The walk to the den wasn’t a long one, thankfully, and Nala’s topic of conversation gave Adam an answer to what the hell was even on that list. His eyes caught Nala’s briefly as his lips turned up in a quick smile. Saving the day again. “My great grandmother thought the place needed more colors.” He said as a way of explanation. And, for all he knew, it was true. Some of the journals he’d read in the library hadn’t all been his grandfather’s. He wasn’t sure how exactly they had made it to the library but a part of him was grateful for them. They gave him an insight into just who his family here had been. Aside from the great-great grandfather who had been, for some reason, obsessed with werewolves and other magical creatures.

As was customary in the winter, and whenever there was someone who wasn’t a werewolf in the castle, there was a small fire already going. It crackled as everyone sat and, even though he wasn’t necessarily hot, he was grateful for it’s warmth. “A lot of the pieces she bought were from local artists. I’m still trying to catalogue them all.” He looked to the one that was hanging just above the mantle. “That one was done around 1855 by Waramunt Costantini. She has a few from him; I think he might have been one of her favorites.”

NALA:

Allah, she loved Adam.

The words struck her: three arrows, one for each. I love you, she thought as their eyes met and he smiled at her, before gently and easily sliding into conversation. I love you, she thought it again as he spoke of his family. He didn’t do it often, you see, but when he did… well, there had always been sadness in some tinges of his voice but now he seemed calm, even… happy?

She loved him. She wanted to tell him. She kept hiding it away like they were cards to be kept turned toward her, like this was all a game and she was waiting for him to play his hand first. And it wasn’t that she wanted to be told first for all those silly gender norms, but rather… if she said it, and he wasn’t ready…

Now wasn’t the time though. She had no idea why she was brimming with all these feelings right now, while her parents were not even a metre away.

Adam was just so...handsome. That must be it. He talked to her father like they were already friends. It was his confidence and his soft voice and the way he smiled. She loved him.

“Ah, that is a remarkable piece,” said Okoth as he gaze up at the portrait that Adam had referenced. “I could spend all day in this place, looking at such art. It is its own museum.”

“I told you so,” piped in Nala, grinning. “Didn’t I tell you so? He fixed it up nicely, yeah?”

Okoth snorted once and then remarked something in Swahili. It made Nala wrinkle her nose and roll her eyes. “Hush,” she said, glad for her dark cheeks, so they’d hide her blushing.

“Are you looking to expand your collection?” Her father turned the conversation back to Adam-- back to the art-- as he sat down on one of the couches. Nala sat next to him.

ADAM:

So far it seemed as if things were going well. Adam felt at ease talking about the things he knew. His great grandmother’s art, the age of the castle. They were easy topics for him simply because he’d spent so much time in the castle learning all he could about it. He knew there were secret passageways throughout the castle that had long since been abandoned. Some he’d ventured down but most remained untouched. If Okoth had any questions, Adam would surely be able to answer. It would only be when things turned to a different set of questions or interests that Adam would lose that calm and collected demeanor he wore as a mask.

Okoth complimented the piece and inwardly Adam beamed. He wanted the man to like him, wanted that approval and vindication that would come from having Nala’s father’s approval. “There are more pieces around the castle. I wouldn’t mind showing you them. There are some truly magnificent pieces in some of the other rooms. And most of them are from local artists over the years.” For the first time in a long time Adam was thankful for his family.

The next question gave him a bit of pause. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to collect more. Sure, he liked the pieces that had already been collected. They brought life to the rooms that no one had been in for a century or more. They gave life to the castle, period. But was he an avid art collector? He didn’t really think so. But he still was looking for something to fill his time and to do with his life. It had made him feel useful to repair the parts of the castle that had been in disrepair. Even getting some of the paintings restored had been satisfying. But still he wasn’t sure.

“Honestly, I’m not sure, sir.” He answered honestly. “I had never had an interest in art until I came here and started working on the castle. I definitely want to restore all the pieces here. A lot of them have sort of faded simply because of time and the fact no one was here taking care of things. Maybe once I finish that project I’ll look at more.” It was an honest answer, at least. Better than saying nothing or saying that he didn’t know. Especially because he did have a feeling that at some point he’d be buying more. “Nala’s told me that you collect art. If I were to start collecting are there any hints you could give?”

As he finished he looked over at Nala, giving her a hopeful sort of smile. He was trying his best to play to all those helpful hints she’d given him before her parents had arrived. And God was he thankful for her. It was a swell of emotion that filled him so quickly that it was almost scary. He hadn’t thought that they would have gotten to this point but he was glad that they had. Glad that he hadn’t managed to push her away out of fear or because he was too intense. He would do something for her after all this was over. Something special because if it wasn’t for her Adam wouldn’t be feeling comfortable talking to her intimidating father.

NALA:

Adam smiled at her and Nala smiled back. If she were younger, maybe she’d try to sneak two thumbs up his way. Silly, eh? But Adam deserved it. This was going better than Nala could have ever hoped, and it made her feel both giddy and embarrassed at herself for being so worried and drilling Adam so hard.

She shouldn’t have ever doubted. And just like that, Nala’s brain started whirring at top speed the way it liked to do...making plans for family vacations and, oh! Adam meeting her uncles and Cousin Hama! And more holidays to come, both Adam’s traditions and her traditions…!

Yes, she was getting ahead of herself.

Meanwhile, Sarafina sat next to Adam, opposite Nala, and caught her daughter’s eye. She wore a smirk on her face and she raised her eyebrows at Nala. Nala rolled her eyes back. This itself was its own conversation-- Sarafina reading Nala’s mind-- while Okoth talked to Adam.

“I don’t know about hints,” said Okoth and he chuckled. “So much depends on the tastes you cultivate and the space you have.” He gestured to the castle. “You could stay very true to the time period and the style of this castle. This perhaps would be the easiest, for you would narrow down the window. Though finding pieces to fit this castle I imagine would take much time and money, much hunting. You would need to be dedicated.”

“Oh Adam is very dedicated,” Nala piped in. “He helped plan the summer gala, which raised money for the VFD, Baba.”

“Ah.” Her father nodded. “Is that what you do? My daughter has not yet told me much about your occupation. Mostly about this castle.” He chuckled again.

ADAM:

In almost an instant Adam felt his feet get swept from underneath him. He hadn’t thought this question would come up. Not now at least. He’d been enjoying the present conversation. It had seemed that Okoth had been too. It had been foolish but Adam had begun to think that maybe this actual question wouldn’t come up. That he’d be able to stay on the list of topics that Nala had given him and everything would be fine.

But of course he didn’t have that luck.

At once he stammered, his reply to Okoth dying on his tongue. How could he tell his girlfriend’s father that he didn’t have a job. That all he could offer her was money and a castle. Adam didn’t have prospects. Not anymore. He hadn’t gone to college, hadn’t thought of getting a job until maybe a year or two ago. Of course he hadn’t acted upon it. Instead it had remained just a thought. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted to do.

Working with the VFD had been nice. It had given Adam a way to feel like he was useful. For a moment he’d thought that even with his wolf, he could help people. It was what he had wanted after he’d caused so much pain and suffering; so much death.

But he hadn’t done anything since that stupid invasion of the undead.

“I—Actually, Nala helped me plan that. It was just an idea I had.” He admitted it almost lamely as he turned to look at Nala briefly. He was so supremely screwed. This was one thing she couldn’t help him with. “I don’t actually…. that’s not what I do for a living. But I would like to— help people in some capacity…”

NALA:

Oh no.

Nala had really been hoping she could avoid this one topic of conversation. This hope was ultimately a foolish, useless one, since, to be honest, Okoth was most certainly a proud man and proudest of all of his work-- after his family of course. To him, working hard was the measure of good character. That was why Nala was Nala-- it meant success. And that is what Okoth wanted for her: success in all things through an ethic of hard work.

She had danced around the topic in all of their conversations prior, always coming up with something silly and funny to say when her father asked about Adam during one of their weekly phone chats. She wanted something funny to say now to break the tension-- distract her father-- spare Adam or give him a headstart so he could make a break for it--

Haha, just kidding, wouldn’t be that serious…

She didn’t think.

“Adam volunteers with the VFD, Baba,” she blurted out and grinned. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Ah, a volunteer,” said Okoth and he nodded. “And what about when he is not volunteering?”

“Well--” Nala’s tongue got stuck. “Um. Well, he’s-- between… jobs at the moment.”

She saw her father’s eyebrows raise for one second, and then furrow the next. Uh oh.

“I see,” he said. He looked at Adam directly. “What did you study in school? Perhaps I can help you find a position.”

“Baba!” Okoth held a hand up to signal Nala to shut up. Which...she did. Even Nala listened to her father.

ADAM:

With just a few words Adam went from feeling slightly okay to feeling like an insignificant speck of dust. How could he admit that he didn’t have more than a high school education? How could he admit that he didn’t have a job and had no idea where to start? He wasn’t some rich brat that lived off of his parents money; except he was. He was no better than the boys he’d grown up with who still had nothing to show for their lives.

How embarrassing it was.

He looked down as Okoth looked to him, his questions still hanging thick in the air.

Nala probably thought he was pathetic. Would no doubt end this once their dinner was over. She didn’t need some worthless boyfriend who was going nowhere in life. Adam wouldn’t blame her. He couldn’t.

“I didn’t study after high school,” he admitted carefully, quietly. He was ashamed of himself, even if the reason he hadn’t studied had been a legitimate one. “I wanted to. I had a place in Harvard but-- my parents were killed before the semester started and I left. The States. This place was in their will and I figured it was far enough away from everything.”

He gave a small shrug as he finished speaking, not sure how else to go on. Either way his lack of success was an embarrassment and in no way was Adam good enough for their daughter. They’d see that and so would Nala.

All he could do was prepare for the worst.

NALA:

Yallah.

Nala wanted to kneel down and pray now. She wished Adam had just lied-- which...was a bad thing, she knew, to wish for. She should be proud of Adam. And she was proud of Adam, really! She was so proud of all his progress, so proud of the castle, the VFD, all the good things he had accomplished. She’d watched him grow and knew how far he had come. Little by little, he’d emerged from his so-called hermit crab shell.

But her baba didn’t see all those things. Her baba didn’t know. And Nala couldn’t defend him, because if she did, she knew it would just make this whole thing worse. He wouldn’t see those incremental changes for what they really were.

This was the man who asked to see the resumes of boys who were interested in her!

She swallowed, her hands folding into fists on her lap.

“Ah,” uttered Okoth.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your parents,” broke in Sarafina, who reached forward and clasped Adam’s shoulder. Ah, bless her mama. Maybe Allah was listening after all.

“Yes, that’s very unfortunate,” echoed Okoth. “It is unfortunate too that you never went back.”

“Baba,” Nala said, voice sharper.

“What? I speak as a parent. I would want my child to live a fuller, richer life after my passing. That’s how a child honors their parent, Nala.”

“Well-- it’s not so easy--”

“I never said these things were easy. Nothing worth having ever is. But that is why you work hard.”

ADAM:

For a brief moment Adam wanted to melt into the carpet. Wished that instead of lycanthropy he’d been cursed with random invisibility. He could feel the waves of judgement rolling off of Nala’s father and it soured his stomach. This was not the impression that he wanted to give. A useless recluse who collected art. Ha! He could just imagine the conversation between Nala and her father when this was all said and done.

Sarafina’s hand on his shoulder was sudden and unexpected. Adam tensed just slightly before relaxing. “Thank you,” He murmured, giving her the faintest of smiles. She was a sweet woman. He liked her, just as he liked Okoth. They were good people; devoted and full of love.

That softness was gone in the next moment, Mr. Calame’s words piercing the air once more with what felt like disappointment. All Adam could do was nod, even as Nala tried to interject. As much as he appreciated her in that moment he knew that he would have to face this himself. “It’s okay,” he said softly, looking to Nala with a terse smile. “I know. I stopped living after their death. If it hadn’t been for Nala and my friend Belle, I probably would still be that way.

“I’d like to go back to school. Maybe not Harvard, I’m not sure I could handle that much change right now. But I have time and I have money and I’d like to find my own calling helping people. If there’s one thing Nala’s taught me since we’ve been together it’s that sometimes the biggest reward comes from helping others achieve.”

NALA:

Nala was so tense she thought she might snap in half. She knew her father would not tolerate any excuse. It mattered little if Adam had frikkin cancer-- Okoth had once just been a son of a farmer, the oldest of four. He’d worked since he was small and had to drop out of school two different times. But he always went back. And she knew that her father would wonder why Adam-- rich, privileged, white Adam-- could not find the same metal to do so.

And she loved her daddy. She loved his determination and work ethic and she understood his story. She just wished he’d chill for a second and remember that everyone was different. A little bit of empathy, that’s all she wanted--

But Okoth was more interested in results. Well. At least for a boy who was dating her daughter. To his credit, Okoth would not be nearly as judgmental if Adam wasn’t her boyfriend.

Slowly, her daddy nodded. “Pride University has many good programs,” he said-- and this was Okoth’s quiet way of encouragement. “Their social work program might be of interest to you. Simba Lyons is in it, isn’t he?”

“Education, Baba,” Nala corrected. “Though it’s housed in the school for social work.”

“Ah, yes, yes. Another good career-- I was a school teacher, chemistry, before I came to work for InterPride,” said Okoth. “Tell me, Adam, what are your strengths? I am sure there’s a program for you at the university.”

ADAM:

While Adam had been thinking about going back to school, there hadn’t been much that he’d thought of doing. He just knew that he wanted to help people. It was the opposite of what his parents had done. They’d taken from people, uncaring of who they hurt or what means they had to go through to get what they wanted. All they cared about was their business and the money it gave them.

Adam didn’t want to be like that.

Okoth brought him out of his thoughts quickly and almost abruptly but that didn’t deter Adam. He knew what he was good at. Or… he knew what he had been good at. Talking to people, getting people to talk to him. He made friends easily and he could tell when he was being played. He had a head for numbers, thanks to his father, and knew how to be organized. He was a leader despite not wanting to be one. He was a businessman with a heart. What could he do with that?

“I don’t mean any offense, Mister Calame, but I don’t think teaching would be for me. I didn’t mind school but there wasn’t one singular subject that held my attention so wholly that I feel I could teach it.” He ducked his head slightly at that before rubbing his hands against his thighs to try and dry them just a bit.

“My parents-- Er, well, my father was grooming me to take over the family company,” he explained carefully. “I didn’t want it. Didn’t totally agree with everything it stood for. They were--- more concerned about the money rather than their clients.” He sighed, not wanting to go much further into it. “I know how to lead, get people to talk, know when they’re lying. And I was really good with numbers. Math and such.”

He took a breath, then, and looked towards Nala briefly. “But social work--- You mean like social workers, the people who deal with broken families and kids that are put in foster homes?”

NALA:

You know, her father asked a good question, one that Nala wondered if she knew the answer to. What were Adam’s strengths?

Not-- you know, not like personal strengths. She knew of the strength and fortitude of Adam’s moral character. He was a good man. Kind. Gentle. Quiet, but honest. He cared for flowers and had an eye for beauty and had, under the tough exterior, a beautiful heart that wanted to do good things for people. That bieng said, er...well Nala had sort of handled the planning for most of his fundraiser. So she couldn’t speak much to his management skills. Or his organization. Or… er… well-- anything.

And she didn’t know what he was passionate about besides the things that filled his hours-- his garden and his library, for example. She could talk to him endlessly about the books they read together and they went on long wonderful walks through the grounds. And she knew that he was fitness-minded and not a shabby cook.

But did any of that scream career? Nala wasn’t sure. And she felt embarrassed about that, like, shouldn’t she have, a long time ago, asked Adam some of these questions herself? In the past, she never would have dated a bloke like Adam-- that is, a bloke that had no job and seemingly no ambition.

She was shocked at herself. She was impressed with herself. She supposed Simba would call it character growth, ignoring her list and loving Adam despite it all. But she think she might have overcorrected a little, having not talked to him about it at all.

“There are many types of social work,” continued Okoth, redirecting Nala’s attention to her father again. “Many do work with broken families or foster children, yes. But many others work in other facets-- in criminal justice, for example, or in hospitals. It is a very wide field from my understanding. InterPride has case workers too, for example, who help families find affordable, safe housing.”

Nala blinked. “That-- that’s true!” She sat up a little straighter. Could Adam work at InterPride? “And we have case workers who work in our education initiatives too, if you wanted to work with children. There are-- internships! If you want, I could arrange an informational interview.”

“A good idea,” said Okoth with a firm nod.

ADAM:

Okoth was bombarding him with information, with ideas. It had been a long time since he’d thought about his future. For so long he hadn’t thought he’d have one. All he’d been concerned about was punishing himself and paying for everything he’d done in his past. Part of him knew that he was still making up for it but it wasn’t such a severe punishment. Slowly he was coming to know that in order to truly repent for what he’d done, he had to be better. Do better.

That’s what this conversation was about. Doing better.

“I think-- I mean, I want to do more research on it. Talk to the people at PrideU and-- an informational interview with InterPride would be good.” He gave Nala a small smile before turning to look back at her father. He was an admirable man. Stern but it was becoming easier to see that it came from a place of concern. Adam could understand it. Had felt a bit of it when he and Nala had taken care of their little Cherri. She’d been little but Adam had known very, very deep down that no matter what he wanted the best for her. It was clear to him, in that moment, that was what Okoth wanted for Nala.

And he would respect that. He would become that for her because Adam cared about her. It hit him so suddenly that for a moment he felt dizzy with it. He did love Nala. Had for some time, if the way he often looked at her and thought about her was anything to go by.

“I know I’m not exactly any father’s ideal man for their daughter but I want to be.” He said this softly yet firmly as he looked to Okoth. He wanted his approval. Wanted to let the older man know that he would do whatever it took to be worthy of Nala.

NALA:

Nala wanted to be annoyed at her father for being much too harsh and judging Adam the way that he had. She had started planning her own confrontation after dinner, when she and her parents left and she could rail against her father in private. Not that it would have done much, but it would help her release some of her own hot air and make her feel like a better girlfriend--

But Nala had to admit, Okoth had a point. And she’d gotten caught up in Okoth’s hot air, and she couldn’t even be that mad because social work was a good idea for Adam. It wasn’t like Nala’s job-- meeting after meeting, budgetary balancing, all the ins and outs of management. No, it was personal. One-on-one work. And she could see Adam sitting down with a troubled child, or perhaps with a family in need of assistance-- or even parents, looking to expand their own family.

He was attentive, a good listener, empathetic and kind. And because Nala was Nala, she found herself enthralled with the images and ready to spring into action. She could arrange an interview with the head of the department in the next five minutes-- after all, Nala had taken Thursday off, but the rest of InterPride was open.

Good thing that at that exact moment, before Nala could steamroll ahead, the oven dinged from the other room.

“Oh! That’ll be dinner,” said Nala. She blinked like she’d just woken up from some strange fever dream (which is how it really felt, to be honest, seeing Adam and her father in the same room.)

Okoth chuckled. “You might as well get that. I’ll stay here and get to know Adam more. I am sure he will impress me,” he added at one of Nala’s looks. Okoth glanced back at Adam. “He has resilience, Nala. And that is something any father would want for their daughter.”

Nala smiled sheepishly and she got up. “Well in that case… he still better be in one piece when I get back!” she pointed a finger at her dad playfully.

“I’ll help,” said Sarafina, and the two women left to go fetch dinner.

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