#ah wow but aside from the hair its crazy to put these next to each other

[skitskatdacat63]

I just realized that Fernando's current hairstyle is literally almost the exact same as when he was in Minardi 20+ years ago 😭

#WHY DID IT DELETE MY TAGS #okay anywyas LOOK HOW YOUNG HE IS AAAAAAHHHHH #i always think abt current fernando: wow he looks youthful! and then i see minardi nando who looks like a baby #but yeah look!!!!! similar right?? TO ME. #he had shorter hair during ferrari but it was never as wild/fluffy as it is now #but watching that introduce the drivers vid i realized it felt familar #smh nando get a new look!! copying off your younger self.. . #ah wow but aside from the hair its crazy to put these next to each other #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso

[haiky-u-lously]

Soul Searching Comments-- Part 1

W/ Iwazumi Hajime

--Soulmate AU where each day a random sentence that the person has/would say shows up on the mate’s body.

Because of tumblr's weird mobile text limit, had to break this into 2 parts. So, here is part 1. Then click for Part 2

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[Your PV]

“Do you think you’re fighting by yourself?!” You read from your wrist out loud.

It had become your practiced ritual every day since you learned what the writing on your skin was. You would follow your wake-up routine and then check your body for the new statement of the day. Sometimes they were hilarious, sometimes sad, and sometimes worry-ing. But this time, you were more astonished. Lowkey wondering what could make your soulmate need to scream this out at someone.

“What was that (F/N)?” Your friend drowsily called from the other room.

You shook away the feelings currently flowing through your brain and went back to sit on the edge of their bed. “Oh nothing, just reading out the new comment. Have you found yours yet?”

You friend just sighed. She flew the comforter off her body and over your head and jumped up to run to the bathroom before you could retaliate. “Ah! Yes! It’s on my back today!” She exclaimed happily.

“And what does it say prey tell?” You asked, knowing she would tell you either way.

Opening the door, you saw she had started brushing her teeth and just held her shirt up for you to read yourself. You read out, “Could you teach me how to serve? Um…well…yea I don’t know what to say to that luv. Sorry.”

Your friend shrugged and closed the door behind herself, finishing her own wakeup routine.

[Months later]

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” you heard being called from across the large gymnasium.

Turning towards the voice you saw your friend racing towards you and sent her a smile. “(B/F/N). What’s up?”

“I found him! My soulmate. He isn’t anything like we thought he would be, just a bit socially awkward since he is so much younger!” She yelped excitedly jumping up and down while latching her hands onto your own.

Her energy being contagious forced your own expression to grow into a wide grin that overtook your whole face, “Wow! I’m excited for you! Where is he?” You asked, looking over her shoulder to see if you could find a love-sick looking first or second year.

Kitagawa Daichi Junior high was a big school, so it made sense you would not have know everyone not in your grade, but to find out that your best friend’s soulmate was in your school was just to unreal, and you needed to see it for yourself.

“Oh yea, well… He actually doesn’t know yet.” She said sheepishly.

Raising your eyebrows at her questionably, she understood your unspoken questions and went on to explain.

“So, my comment today was something very very specific, right? And during the closing ceremony I overheard the volleyball team arguing and went to check it out. I mean how can I pass up getting the scoop on that juice, huh? Anyway! So, I’m watching pretty-boy yell at that first-year prodigy and then.” She smiles before continuing, “And then! The freaking prodigy said the line! And I’m freaking out so I run away to think if what I heard was actually what was written, but while I’m running away, by ankle starts burning which just solidifies that the one I heard that line from is in fact my soulmate.” She clasped her hands on your shoulders as her eyes bore into your own, “And then I rushed here to tell you.”

You put your hands over hers and slowly removed them from your shoulders, eyes searching her face for any indication that she was joking, or pretending, or you did not know, but something that indicated she didn’t actually run away after finding her soulmate. When you found none, you pinched her upper arm. “You idiot! Why didn’t you say anything to him? We are going on holiday now! And then you and I will go to a different school than him! What’s wrong with you!”

Her eyes bulged and you face-palmed at how she was just now realizing her mistake. “I gotta go find him! Bye, (Y/N)! Thanks for the advice!”

And she was gone.

[Years later]

“”Guys that girls squeal over piss me off even more.” You read out loud to your friend Kiyoko on the bus.

The statement being presented on your calf having caught her attention when you were both climbing aboard for the trip to the tournament.

She smiled sweetly at you, “It seems your soulmate has some very strong opinions. That should be good. Maybe he can actually handle you then.”

You laughed before lightly pushing at her shoulder, “Maybe, but if I don’t ever meet him, it won’t ever matter. Will it?”

Both of you sighed and looked out the window, individually thinking about how you hoped your soulmate meetings would go when they finally happened.

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Once at the tournament gym, your team quickly found its way to its court.

Soon enough it was time to face their old rivals from Seijo.

During the match you were standing with the coach yelling at the boys of Karasuno for their stupid plays as well as trying to yell encouraging tid-bits of information to help them succeed.

[After graduating university]

Kiyoko, (B/F/N), and you were waiting for your ordered car to arrive and take you to the next location for Kiyoko’s birthday scavenger hunt.

After she had met her soulmate, they had planned extravagant activities for her for every holiday. Always either leaving room for her friends to join, or making the time be set aside for her and her friends. It made you like them even more.

While thinking about this, you felt something slap you in the face. Having a mild panic attack and karate chopping the air around you, it took longer than should have been necessary to realize it had just been a falling leaf.

Your friends laughed at you and you decided to continue your antics, turning to look up at the tree above-head. Waggling a finger at it and shouting, “You wanna go bro? I will cut and burn you to ash.”

The wind blew through it again, and another leaf fell in your direction. You playfully jumped out of the way and stutteringly spoke out, “Okay okay okay, Mr. Tree. I’m sorry I will not burn you. But seriously I didn’t do anything to deserve being hit like that.”

Your friends laughed at your craziness, until (B/F/N) called that the car pulling up was your ride. Climbing in, they were still laughing, and you couldn’t help but beam that you were able to make Kiyoko’s day that much better.

“Oh!” She suddenly exclaimed, “(Y/N)! You never said what your random comment of the day was! Please tell us?”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine fine. Let’s see. You moved your hair off your neck so they could read it out for themselves.”

“It’s just every time you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying.” They both read aloud.

Seeing the struggle in their expressions in a positive thing to say about this seemingly rude statement, you laughed their worry away. “I know, I know. I can’t wait to ask them about it all though. One day.”

(B/F/N) laughed a bit before asking what you meant.

Then Kiyoko explained how you had started a journal writing down all the strange comments to ask them about when you would finally meet.

They both laughed harder at this, and you just smiled silently as you wondered when that would finally be.

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[Iwa’s PV]

He stood facing his back to the mirror in astonishment. Sorry, being clearly written on his lower back. “Sorry? Sorry is all this has to say?!” He screamed in disbelief.

Wondering how he was supposed to find his supposed other half when apparently his side of the bargin was only meant to get all these super unhelpful words and phrases.

“How many people say sorry in a day! This is the worst!” He yelled, unknowingly scaring the first years who had just entered the locker room.

They promptly exited and went to find the one who was known to back handedly control the strongest player on the Kitagawa team.

“Iwa-chan~~” Oikawa sang while entering the locker room. “Some little birdies came crying to me about how angry the big bad ace was. Screaming in the locker room, tsk tsk Iwa-chan. Tsk tsk.”

“Shut up Baka-awa. I’m not in the mood,” The olive-green-eyed male lamented, pulling his jersey over his broad shoulders.

Oikawa pouted, “So mean, Iwa-chan. Your soulmate will never want to meet you if you’re so mean to your friends~” Singing out the last taunt, Oikawa quickly ran back out of the locker space before the ace could catch and pummel him into a goop.

[Months later]

At the end of closing ceremonies, Oikawa had led Iwazumi towards the ole volleyball locker rooms, wanting to give the new captain some “helpful” advice.

Unfortunately, the pair of graduating males ran into the one and only Kageyama Tobio.

“Oikawa-sempai, Iwazumi-senpai. I wish you luck in your high school careers.” The boy bowed, and Iwazumi was grateful that’s all he said.

He thanked the blue haired boy and moved to go around him but was stopped by the glint in Oikawa’s eyes.

Whispering a warning, “Oikawa…don’t” The ace realized he was too late.

“Don’t sit here and tell us what to do. You are nothing. You will never be anything. You are just some prodigy who doesn’t know anything about what it takes to put in hard work for something you love as much as Iwa-chan and I do. So just keep your luck to yourself. You will need it.” He pulled his eye down and stuck out his tongue before continuing his verbal rampage.

Eventually he ended his onslaught of a speech, much to Iwazumi’s welcomed relief, but then continued by asking if Kageyama had anything more to say.

“I was just thinking it would be cool if you could finally beet Ushijima Wakatoshi in high school, since you couldn’t here.”

Iwa knew the boy was just stupid. He knew the kid didn’t mean it the way the Oikawa would take it.

But Iwazumi was also distracted by a loud gasp and quickly retreating steps before he could explain this to his best friend. Instead he just grabbed the light-brunette by the back collar of his shirt and dragged him away as quickly as he could.

[Years later]

“Geesh Baka-awa. Can’t you control your fans at all. You’d think since they live for your every word and action, they’d listen to you at least a little bit.”

The captain just smiled to the group of girls screaming for him from the bleachers, “Ah Iwa-chan. Its okay if you’re jealous. I’m sure they could cheer for you without my asking them to.”

He received a punch to the gut for that one, before Iwazumi went to finish warming up now that the team captain had been located…again.

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During the game he had let himself get distracted by the girl screaming at the Karasuno team. He couldn’t make her words when she gave hints on how they could adjust their playing to match Seijo, but he could hear her clear as day when she was tearing them down.

“Pick up your damn feet and move those asses or you are doing nothings but drills for practice until the next scrimmage!” She shouted before throwing her clipboard to the floor.

The quiet manager sitting besides the seat she had stood in front of, quickly picked it up before the shouting one could step on it as she started yelling at Kageyama specifically. About how he wasn’t the only player on the court and to trust his teammates if he wanted to stay on it.

This made Iwazumi smirk before refocusing on the game in front of him. She’d be an interesting manager to keep an eye on though.

[After graduating university]

Mattsun had sent his soulmate on a scavenger hunt for her birthday activity. Iwazumi was responsible for the last item on the list and had holed up in his apartment for the afternoon.

Waiting for the small group of females to come in for the item, so he could then take them to the surprise party the Mattsun had also planned for them. He had just reread the comment that had appeared on his ankle that morning, laughing about how ridiculous it seemed. An apology to a Mr. Tree. At least it was original, as opposed to his former ones.

Thinking about his own lack of knowing who his soulmate was, reminded him all over about Mattsun and Kiyoko. How they’d found each other. And how hard Mattsun had fallen.

Man that boy was head over heels in love with Kiyoko and he was not afraid to admit it, or share it with the world. And dammit, if Iwa and Oikawa couldn’t get him to say those three words to her tonight, how could they call themselves his best friends.

Knocking at his apartment door caused the male to stand up and shake his head out of his inner thoughts.

He opened it to see Kiyoko, the girl that he’d learned was Kageyama’s soulmate, (B/F/N), and the feisty manager from Karasuno high school. He smiled at the girls and welcomed them in.

“Hello, Iwazumi-kun.” Kiyoko greeted shyly.

(B/F/N) just shook his hand as she passed.

He watched as the third-party member entered, but didn’t say anything, and didn’t move too far from the entry way either. And, found himself wishing he had the fore thought to ask Mattsun who to expect so he could start a conversation with her.

But that thought to was cut short as Kiyoko asked if she had the last item, they needed to complete their scavenger hunt.

He laughed before leading her to his living room and giving her an envelope. “It’s just Mattsun wanted to surprise you, ya know?”

The girl opened the envelope and her eyes bulged before she answered, “He is so…I cannot accept this. No!” She said a bit more forcefully.

(B/F/N) came over to look at what she’d received and was soon in a fit of joyous hysterics. “Oh, this is golden. Boy sends us on a scavenger hut to get us out of the way, and then ends it with a card to go on a shopping spree with? Damn girl, your boy is so totally whipped. What did you do to him?!” Kiyoko’s face went red with embarrassment and the other two girls laughed at her expense.

“Now, (B/F/N). be nice. It is her birthday after all.” Iwazumi still didn’t know your name but he knew he’d remembered your voice. And it was still as hypnotizing as it had been years ago. “Kiyoko, what does the note say?”

The birthday girl, huffed around her emotions, trying to calm down so she could carefully read what was written in the letter provided with the card. “My dear…um yes anyway…I hope your day with your friends has been exciting in as many ways possible. While I’m sad I couldn’t spend the day with you, I…okay skipping this part since (B/F/N) will just tease me, um let us see…oh here we go…This card is for (B/F/N), (Y/N) and you to buy some ballroom styled dresses, along with a couple of fancy masks. Today and tonight might be about you…*cough cough*” While she was coughing, Iwa looked over her shoulder and saw he had written in some sugary-sweet nicknames. She continued after getting her heart back in order, “but other holidays must unfortunately be shared with all. So, I wanted to help you buy your costumes for the annual masquerade ball. I will see you at the party tonight, but please go get your outfits on my dime before getting ready and showing up tonight.”

When she finished reading, she looked at all three of the pair of eyes on her, before exploding into a blush again. “I cannot just take his money! No.”

Iwazumi smiled slightly to himself, happy he finally has your name for his inner thoughts to run wild with.

“Well, I say we can.”(B/F/N) started, before adding, “He literally told us to. DO you want to ignore his wishes?”

You laughed slightly before agreeing with (B/F/N).

Kiyoko just huffed, “Of course the crazy girl who argued with a tree would take sides with the idiot who ran away from her soulmate until she was told she shouldn’t have.”

Both girls yelled a “hey!” back in shock.

“Well ladies,” Iwazumi spoke with a smile, “as much as I would love to see how this all plays out first hand, I too must get ready for your party Kiyoko, so I must ask that you argue about the fact that you will end up follow instruction while on your way to do so.” He ushered the three out the front door, before calling a final goodbye, “And maybe, don’t argue with any more trees along the way.”

He rushed himself to his restroom as soon as he latched the door shut behind them, splashing cold water on his face to calm his racing heart. What was going on with him to be acting so strangely?? He couldn’t figure it out.

Okay, here is part 1. Since I am on mobile, it stopped me at the 250 text blocks. Part 2 will be up shortly. And then any questions/comments/concerns/ideas are welcome as always.

Right as he thought he could get ready in peace after calming down, Oikawa called whining about something or another. Iwa decided to tease him a bit to get out of his own head and the insult about his voice had the intended affect.

Hajime was able to get ready at the speed of light after that.

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Hope yall enjoy.

#haikyū!! #haiykuu!! #haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwachan #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #soulmate mark #soulmates #soulmate au #soulmate #female reader #hajime x reader #iwachan x reader #iwazumi/reader #writing on your skin #my writing #admin red #soul searching comments #part 1

[xmr-deity]

Oh Deer

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male!Animagus!Reader

Words: 1,896

Universe: Wizarding World (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

Summary: (Y/n) gets a bad owie and Newt helps him out.. They become buddies and more.

It was cold and rainy outside, as usual in England. Newt was on his way home, watching his boots splash through the shallow puddles on the pavement. He was almost to his flat, passing an alleyway when he suddenly heard a desperate noise. It was like a whine, but definitely not from a dog or a cat. Newt immediately jumped slightly and stopped, dropping everything and slowly going into the alleway.

Near the other side he saw a crumpled figure, and as he approached it he realized it wasn’t a person, it was a deer. As he approached- slowly and a bit crouched, of course- he could make out a guess of what kind of deer. Most likely a Sika deer, multitudes of thin, white spots speckling it’s brown coat. The noise it was making was like a high-pitched sounding ‘eeeeee,’ that could even sound like a baby crying if you listened for it.

“Hey, It’s alright, it’s alright..” Newt said calmly and softly, going and sitting down next to the deer and holding his hands out so it could see he bore no ill will. The deer let out another noise then apprehensively gave his hand a small sniff then a tiny lick.

“Hey there, little guy…” He said softly, gently stroking the deer’s head once. He then scooted around to look at the rest of it’s body, “oh, no.. what happened to you..” Newt saw blood dripping down from one of it’s legs and it’s side. There were large gashes- claw marks- in it. It was a miracle this animal had escaped whatever had attacked it, and how in the world did it get this far into the city?

Newt being Newt, he couldn’t just leave this deer to bleed out and die in an alleyway.

“I’m gonna help you, alright? It’s gonna be alright, I’m not going to hurt you..” He said, his voice ever calm and soft as he scooped up the deer. One surprising thing was how small it was, though it’s large antlers indicated it was fully grown.

Newt carried it inside his flat, hoping none of the neighbors noticed. They might call animal control or the police or something dumb like that. He walked to where he’d left his case, setting the deer down for a moment to unlock it and step in, picking the deer back up. All the while the animal made the pained whines and noises, each time breaking Newt’s sweet heart.

He carefully set the deer down on a medical table he had set up in his briefcase of wonders. He immediately got to work, cleaning the blood and applying antiseptic- which the deer did not like- then healing potions and ointments then wrapping it all in bandages. The deer soon fell asleep and so Newt went and found something it could eat, grabbing some leaves off a tree and bringing them to the table so the deer could eat it when it woke up.

He went and tended to other fantastical beasts in his sanctum before returning to the hut when he was about ready to go to sleep. He found the deer was now laying on the bed, leaves untouched on the medical table. Newt found that.. a little odd, but before he could think too hard about it the deer lifted it’s head and gave a pitiful, little bleat at him.

Newt though for a moment then sighed, finding himself not wanting to leave the deer alone. He shrugged off his coat and undid his bow tie, setting then on a chair before kicking off his shoes and climbing into the bed next to the little deer. It snuggled toward him face first, (luckily, because he didn’t fancy getting skewered by horns in the middle of the night).

Within 20 minutes Newt was fast asleep, and so was the deer, cuddled up in each other’s warmth..

****

Newt Scamander’s eyes flickered slowly open as his internal alarm woke him up. The warmth of the bed and the body close to him was very comforting, despite the uncomfortable clothes he still wore. At first, he didn’t realize a difference, assuming it was the deer he must have forgotten he’d cuddled up with.. but then he realized deer didn’t have messed of (h/c) hair.

Soon (y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, large (e/c) eyes framed by dewy eyelashes stared up at him with wonder and a bit of alarm. Newt would have shouted if he was more awake, but he just gasped in surprise and sat up, scrambling out of the bed. (Y/n) sat up as well, yawning a bit before he stretched his arms above his head, his back arching slightly before he flinched in pain. Newt recognized the bandages he’d put on the deer the night before, wrapped around the boy’s torso and arm, stained with blood.

“Wh-Who.. Who are you??” He questioned, pointing his wand at the stranger in his bed. (Y/n) tilted his head slightly, staring up at Newt with big eyes still.

“I’m (y/n),” he said simply, voice soft. This boy in his bed looked like a deer god rather than a regular wizard.. his skin seemed to glow in the morning light, the sheets wrapped almost elegantly around his waist- which Newt noticed was completely bare aside from the bandages.

“(Y/n)..” he said softly, trying to process this, “you’re.. an animagus?” He lowered his wand a little as (y/n) nodded.

“I must thank you for saving me last night.. I definitely would have died had it not been for you. I owe you a great deal.” He said, scooting forward on the bed a little, the sheet starting to come loose.

That spurred Newt into action, a soft blush on his cheeks now as he scrambled about, grabbing spare clothes and bringing them over to (y/n).

“You can.. wear these.” Newt said, glancing down and away a couple times. (Y/n) nodded and looked up at Newt expectantly, who hesitated before realizing.

“Oh. Right, I’ll just uh.. right.” He said, hurrying out of the hut.

“So.. what’s your name then?” (Y/n) asked from inside as he changed into the provided clothes.

“Ah, Newt.” He called back. There was a bit of silence before (y/n) came out of the hut, wearing Newt’s clothes. They looked really cute on him..

“Wow.. what is this place?” (Y/n) asked, glancing around at the multitudes of fantastic creatures and beasts.

“This, well.. this um.. it’s my little sanctum, I guess.. I protect lots of.. creatures and keep them safe here..” Newt responded.

“That’s amazing,” (y/n) said in awe, walking ahead to look around more, “they’re all so cool!”

Newt hurried after him, making sure he didn’t get himself hurt or anything on accident. There were a few close calls, (y/n) of course not knowing the specifics of how to act around most of these creatures.

(Y/n) seemed to be in awe, as most people did when they came here. The boy yelped when he felt something jump onto his chest, looking down to find a niffler trying it’s best to pry the shiny buttons off of the coat Newt had given him. (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh a little, prying the small animal off of him and looking at it sniff wildly and wriggle around.

“This is so cute, what is it?” He asked, looking over at Newt as he took the niffler.

“Oh, it’s- uh, this is a niffler. It’s very attracted to shiny things..” He said, going and returning it to its place. He turned back to (y/n) and stopped dead in his tracks, the boy’s bright (e/c) eyes shining in the soft light. Maybe he was attracted to shiny things too.

He was pulled from his thoughts as a scree sounded from another enclosure. (Y/n) immediately dashed away, going to find the source of the noise. Newt quickly followed, the same worries in mind.

“Woah…” (y/n) sighed as they approached the Thunderbird’s area, the majestic creature soaring around until it landed on it’s rock in front of (y/n).

“What in the world are you..?” (y/n) asked softly, extending his hand to let the bird inspect.

“That’s.. Ah, that’s a thunderbird. That’s Frank.” Newt answered when he caught up, looking worriedly at the sky that was seeming to darken.

“I need to get him out of this place.. It’s too small for him.” He said.

“Frank?” (y/n) paused, “That’s.. An interesting name for this thunderbird.” He said, gently stroking the magnificent beast’s head.

“Where do you plan to release him?”

“I’m planning a trip to America, to Arizona, more specifically.. So I can release him..” Newt said, going and getting some food for Frank.

“Here, let me help!” (Y/n) said, hopping over to Newt and helping feed Frank.

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It had been a few months since that, and (y/n)’s story had been revealed. He’d started training to be a professor at Hogwarts, but apparently he’d gotten on someone’s bad side and - long story short- he’d been framed for the disappearance of a student and had to run into the forest, got hurt, and then apparated into that alleway.

Also (y/n) never wanted to go to America again. Not with that crazy obscurus debacle. He’d sort of become an assistant to Newt, helping care for and feed the animals.

(Y/n) had started feeling.. Feelings start to arise, and the longer he spent with Newt the worse it got. It got to the point where that was all (y/n) could think about, and things between him and Newt kept getting more and more awkward. So, today was the day (y/n) was determined to confess.

Newt was feeding the little occamies when (y/n) approached, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh.. Hey, um, N-Newt..” He said softly, prompting the occamy covered man to turn to look at him, “I.. have something to tell you..”

“Oh, just a second,” Newt said, realizing whatever it was must be serious. He quickly finished up with the little occamies and pried them from his arms, putting them back in their nest. He turned back to (y/n) and straightened his clothes.

“What’s going on, (y/n)?” He asked.

(Y/n) took a deep, shuddery breath, looking everywhere but Newt. This was terrifying.

“I.. I think I like you.” He managed to force out, his eyes going wide at what he’d just said, and the expression on Newt’s face didn’t help. The man looked distressed, shifting around briefly before he hesitated.. Then grabbed onto (y/n)’s shirt and pulled him close, pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened even more, a hot blush spreading across his cheeks before he grabbed onto Newt and deepened it. It was a full minute before the two managed to separate, their breaths coming out in soft huffs.

“I think I like you too.” Newt responded, and (y/n) huffed out a laugh. The two kissed again, pulling each other as close as they could, like the other might disappear if he let go.

(Y/n) and Newt really did live happily ever after…

But then Grindelwald escaped.

#x male reader #male reader #x reader #newt scamander #newt scamander x male reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #fanfic #fanficion

[be-dazzled]

#SIYC

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser FFnet: click here Tumblr: explore here Genre: Multi-chapter, Romance, Comedy Rating: M for sensitive content and language

Summary: Gray Fullbuster is a player both in love and in life. He plays Professional Basketball and is being groomed to be in line with Basketball Legends Michael Jordan, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant and Stephen Curry. There's just one problem, Gray Fullbuster is a play-ah. His life is a giant mess of crazy parties, waking up with random women and waking up in random women's apartments. Just living the life.

The opinion of the public on him is waning. To save the million-dollar endorsements in the verge of disappearing, Gray needs to change his image. Therefore, Gray Fullbuster, Fiore Knight's Team Captain and Most Valuable Player, will be in the next season of "My Star Can Dance".

There's another problem: it seems like his star isn't that bright since his partner, one of Fiore's prominent ballerinas, doesn't know him? His billboard is hanging in front of her dancing school! And it was a good billboard since all he was wearing was his six-pack and an Aztec bandana. How come she didn't notice?

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Speak to me, read my mind Fill your mouth, with flesh and wine And I'll be yours, just give me time 'Cause you have everything I could ever want You have everything I could ever want You speak to my soul like you've known it before And I just can't stop Lord I can't stop, myself

– Can't Stop, Mozella

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The closed door muffled the loud screams coming from the other side of it. With every chant and every scream, Juvia's heart thundered. How long had it been since she performed in front of an audience? She couldn't remember. Acid settled in the pit of the ballerina's stomach. The thundering claps and cheers were not helping. In fact, they made the acid chew its way upwards.

Nerves were a performer's greatest enemy.

The knock on the door yanked Juvia's attention toward the single wood. A young man in a bull cap, black shirt and a mic in front of his lips peeked through the small opening.

"Miss Juvia, we're going live in thirty minutes. Please, prepare."

Juvia muttered thanks.

The young man was kind and sweet. Juvia could not remember ever seeing him around. He was probably a new recruit.

When the door clicked closed, Juvia abandoned the thought on the new guy and returned her attention to the vanity mirror. She watched her make-up artist, Cana, paint her lips with light lipstick that complimented her golden brown eyeshadow. Then, Cana sprayed the Treseme Stronghold around her blue bun to secure all the strands.

"All done!" Cana proclaimed. Then, she replaced her make-up tools inside a vanity box before she took a loud sip out of her Starbucks to-go cup.

The show's assistant scriptwriter, and Juvia's High School best-friend, walked up behind her, admiring Juvia's beauty in the mirror.

"You look so pretty, Juvs. I'm sure the camera's gonna love you."

"Thank you, Levy." Juvia gave her a strained smile. Baring herself to Levy, Juvia allowed her worries to show.

Levy opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a subtle knock on the door. A familiar shock of raven hair popped into the opening before any of the three ladies could say come in. Of course, they need not to because after Gray Fullbuster said hey, he invited himself in.

Juvia did not turn around to greet him. Instead, she met Gray's dark, awed eyes in the mirror.

"Wow, you look beautiful." The compliment escaped his lips breathlessly.

Levy excused herself, using setting-up early as the reason. The truth was, the show-writer wanted to leave the two alone. Such fact Juvia knew. She mouthed her friend a thank you; grateful when the latter dragged with her an insistent Cana who wanted to take a photo with Gray.

Juvia watched Gray as he walked up behind her, slow and dazed. But as awe-struck as he was with her, Juvia was the same. She couldn't take his eyes off Gray. His raven hair brushed back, made sultry by stubborn fringes falling off the wagon. With his hair away from his face, Gray's classic features came to prominence: high cheek bones and well-defined jawline.

Blue perusing eyes travelled down his neck to the bare skin teasing through the gap of Gray's polo shirt where one, two, three studs remained unbuttoned. Juvia caught her breath. The feel of his hard chest teased at her fingertips.

"Hey, you really look beautiful." He whispered, the rich baritone cutting through her thoughts. The heat of his hands settled on her shoulders, yanking her back to reality.

Gray Fullbuster in an unkempt brushed-back 'do might be a good distraction but the unsettling feeling, just like the plague, just wouldn't go away.

Wearing her heart on her sleeves, Juvia turned around her chair and looked Gray straight in the eyes, voicing her fear for the first time.

"What if I screw up?"

"You won't. You know why?"

Juvia waited for a good moment for his next words. Her heart ready to pop out her chest.

"Because you are Juvia Lockser. And Juvia Lockser never screws up. That's my job."

The confidence in his statement made Juvia almost believe it. She was able to appreciate his punchline too. But there was a little voice the ballerina could not ignore. A little voice saying maybe, maybe Gray was wrong.

"Yeah right." She rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to her reflection in the mirror. "There's a first time for everything."

Juvia was skeptical. She wasn't a pessimist neither was she a ball of sunshine. Juvia liked managing her expectations; less disappointments.

"Juvia." Gray called; his voice taming. He cupped Juvia's face, offering warmth with his open palms. "She is going to love you."

The old Juvia would have been surprised. Here was a stranger she's known not quite long, yet so attuned to Juvia's own feelings. Maybe, it was because she finally tore her own walls down for him.

"So, just relax." He suggested.

Juvia caught Gray's wrists in each hand and wrapped her fingers around them. She didn't push them away, liking how his palms felt against her skin.

"Breathe in, breathe out."

Her eyes shut close, rubbing her cheeks against Gray's palms. His words were so powerful that she was able to push the anxiety at the back of her mind which, she hoped, wouldn't make reappearance. Not until after their performance.

"We're going to kill this performance. Okay?"

Juvia nodded, resting her forehead against Gray's. All the uneasiness was melting away and she had this man to thank for that. Juvia trusted him, came to trust Gray completely and she didn't even know how or why. Even if the Hoopster acted like a five-year old on a sugar rush sometimes, there were moments, moments like this one, when Gray made her feel safe; like she could trust him; like she could rely on him. He got her back – one hundred percent.

"Besides…" Juvia felt Gray's hot breath fan her cheeks. "You could always imagine me in that audience…" He lowered his voice a fraction before finishing. "naked."

Then there were those other moments when she wanted to slap his spirit out of him.

Juvia sighed. His last comment forced her eyes open. She slapped his hands away and returned to the mirror. That wasn't how the saying goes.

"You're not helping."

Juvia checked her hair in the mirror to make sure they still held together. She eyed the man laughing behind her. Instead of getting mad at him; Juvia could not help the smile pulling on her lips. Gray Fullbuster could easily put her mind out of anything, whether by his lame jokes or using those lips for something more useful. Like kissing. That's another thing Juvia grown to like about Gray, aside from kissing, he could always turn things around.

"Besides, I should be the one getting nervous here." Gray confessed. "It's my first time and I feel this weird fluttering in my stomach." The admission and the realization of what the fluttering was for repulsed him.

He looked cute, Juvia thought. Cute but still repulsed.

Juvia studied him for a second. The lines on his forehead and the troubled expression proved his words genuine. The overly confident Hoopster climbed down his high horse. Seeing how Gray reacted to his own pre-show tension, Juvia sat there thinking that beating herself up for getting all nervous and worried was crazy. Performance jitters were perfectly normal, human even.

Juvia climbed down her chair, acting nonchalant about Gray's sudden confession. She then spun around to face him, leaned in and drop a volume as she spoke. "You know what a good distraction is?"

She almost broke out of character when the sudden proximity stunned the overly confident Hoopster.

"Wh-what?" Gray stuttered, his face clouded as he felt her hot breath against his flushed lobe.

"You could always imagine me in the audience, naked."

Juvia walked past him and left a wide-eyed Gray, who seemed to forget how to breathe, in her wake.

"Don't say that!"

She heard him complain after a long drawn-in breath.

"You know I can't get that image out of my head now."

Men really didn't like having a taste of their own medicine. But at least, it kept Gray's mind off the jitters.

...

Romeo, the young man from earlier, instructed the duo to prepare at the backstage. Gray and Juvia were the first to perform. At the holding area, Juvia could hear the host warming up the audience. The lively ruckus was waking up the uneasiness. Juvia easily pushed it back by remembering Gray's words earlier: the how they were going to 'kill the performance' and not the 'imagine him naked in the audience' nonsense.

After the host called out Gray and Juvia's names, silence covered the whole studio. Juvia listened for the cue. She threw her partner one last look, finding the fire in Gray's midnight eyes ablaze. From that moment she knew, the performance was in the bag, no doubt about it.

The first beat of their music poured through the studio's speakers. Then the spotlight was on the pair at the center of the stage. Juvia fixed her eyes on one person – the man carrying her through the routine. The whole world fell away and Juvia drowned in the music, the sway of their bodies and in Gray's midnight eyes.

Juvia's heart thumped along the thundering claps their dance received from the audience. A warm feeling swelled in her chest and the moment she saw the proud smile on her partner's lips, the warm feeling spread like wildfire throughout her body. The catch in her breath wasn't only because of the laborious routine.

Juvia could barely make out what the host had to say through the explosion of cheers. All she knew was that Jenny Realight had such an authority on stage that the audience settled down the moment she spoke. Jenny congratulated the couple on a great performance, slipping her own compliment in.

"That was one sizzling performance, don't you think?" Magnolia Weekly's resident model-turned-host addressed the question to the energetic audience. "I think you burned a hole on the ground."

The couple answered with mutual mirth; their arms were around each other.

"I'm feeling like there is somethin'-somethin' going around here." Jenny teased as she noticed the closeness between the two. "Care to share, Mr. Hotshot?" The host placed the mic next to Gray's lips, hoping for an honest and interesting answer from him.

"The only something I'm going to get tonight is a bad case of the cold. What, with my chest bare open and everything."

Ever the crowd-charmer, Gray's knack for a punchline earned a subtle laugh from the studio audience.

"Someone's a bit too showbiz." Jenny jokingly called Gray out for his evasiveness but she was running on a tight schedule. So, Jenny let them off the hook, for now. "We will get back to that. Now, let's hear from our judges."

The two judges only had good things to say about the performance. One of the female judges purred a 'muy caliente' and even feigned fanning herself to exaggerate her point. The lone male critic thanked Gray, riding on the Hoopster's joke about having to bare his chest on national television for the ratings.

"My pleasure." Gray answered, flashing his trademark wink that got all the female fans buzzing; some males too.

But the opinion that Juvia waited for and the one which mattered the most for her was from the dancer who was recently awarded the Prima Ballerina Assoluta – highest honor conferred to a ballerina.

When the spotlight was finally on Aquarius as it was her time to speak, Juvia could feel her knees wobble. Good thing she had Hoopster for support.

"Well, it's nice to see you managed to keep up with a great ballerina, Mr. Fullbuster." Aquarius began. She had that air and grace about her that intimidated. The form of her every move and sway like dancing were flawless perfection. "Do you have any background in dancing?"

"If you count my one-man show performance in the shower, then yes."

Juvia ought to feel embarrassed on Gray's behalf but she didn't. Gray Fullbuster could work a room with his quirky quips and that was one of his many charms.

"Is he always this funny, Ms. Lockser?"

Juvia's heart leaped when Aquarius started to address her.

"He tries." She answered, trying on the funny pants herself. Even got really excited when her dance hero chuckled at Juvia's joke.

Aquarius paused long enough to let the audience have a good laugh before she started talking technicalities.

"You were able to pull it off even without," Aquarius withdraw her eyes from her notes and looked at Gray. "I'm not counting shower performances as background." She interjected with a playful smile before continuing, "even without background in ballet."

Aquarius praised Juvia for adapting the routine to Gray's skills. The excitement escalated with every compliment thrown Juvia's way and she thought she saw stars when her dance hero said they did a great job.

"And I don't think I'm the only one here who thinks that your chemistry is off the charts!" Aquarius turned around without getting off her judge's seat. "Am I right?" She offered her microphone to the audience.

The response was deafening. Only the blind could not see the heat between Gray and Juvia.

...

The live shows were finally over but Juvia was still on cloud nine and there was no sign of her climbing down from it anytime soon. She couldn't believe how her life turned out: she met her childhood dance hero and even received high praises from her. Then there was Gray, the man who rose to the occasion magnificently.

Juvia peered at the man seated beside her and caught the Hoopster staring at her too. She recognized the glint in his dark blue eyes because she knew she had it in hers too. He reached for her hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze. Juvia returned his loving smile and leaned in when Gray motioned her to. Her skin set fire at the feel of his warm lips brushing against her lobe. He just said something funny and Juvia had to stifle the giggle that threatened to erupt. The show-creator was giving his thank-you speech and she did not want any of the attention. She liked the fact that both she and Gray were happy in their own little world. Juvia would like to keep it that way for a little while.

As the speech came to a close, Juvia raised her glass along with the contestants, the staff and everyone involved in the show. She clanked glasses with Gray and shared a knowing smile. A short bluenette slid into the vacant chair next to Juvia and she regrettably retrieved her hand from Gray's hold. She didn't have to look to know it was Levy whose brown eyes brimmed with excitement.

"He's right, you know." She started then phished out her phone to show Juvia, who was just about to take a spoonful of chicken pecan. "Look, the show's trending on twitter!" Levy exclaimed but apologized quickly when people started throwing judging looks at their table.

Levy returned to her conversation with Juvia, showing the twitter page on her mobile. Juvia was just reading the top page when Gray's hand suddenly grabbed Levy's phone. Bunhead did not fight him over it. After all, she wasn't that all interested.

"It's true! We're trending no. 1 worldwide."

Gray kept scrolling and started reading the tweets. He forgot all about the sumptuous meal right in front of him.

"Wow, you are ironheart143?" Gray passingly read Levy's twitter username which, hearing it aloud, the scriptwriter realized was quite embarrassing.

"Look, this one says 'Gray Fullbuster is God-sent. I'll let him drive me to heaven.'". Gray read a little too proudly for Juvia's liking. The corners of his mouth pulled in a smug. He read another one saying how frockmehard would like Gray to Full her Buster.

Juvia cringed internally. What did that even mean, to 'Full my Buster'?

"Oh! Here's another one. 'I am just as flexible. I'd wrap both legs around Gray's neck… and I'm going to read that to myself." He stopped the moment Juvia sent him the death glare and decided it was better for him and his blooming relationship to return the phone to the owner.

"Hey, there are tweets about Juvia too." Levy began reading mentions about Juvia. Aloud at first, thinking they were innocent until she realized, as she went through them, that people on the internet could get really dirty and detailed.

"Okay. I just lost my appetite."

Gray set his utensils on the table and refused to take another bite, pushing the plate at the center. The tweets just left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Oh! Some fans are also discussing how good your chemistry is."

"Let me see."

"Hey!" Levy pouted but she was no match against Gray's athletic reflexes. She crossed her arms as the phone-grabber scrolled through the tweets.

"Wow, we should really get a couple-name." Gray suggested without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Couple name?"

"That's right!" It was the scriptwriter who answered instead, stealing the opportunity from Gray. "Like Brangelina, Bennifer or Kimye. Yours could be…" She gave it a serious thought before excitedly announcing what she came up with.

"Oh, I know! JuGra!"

Juvia hissed in a little disagreement. "I don't know, Levy." She wanted to support her friend, especially that the scriptwriter looked really, really enthusiastic about this couple-name thing. But 'JuGra' did not sound right in her ears. "I don't think this couple name–"

"–that or it could be JuRay." Gray offered, finally lifting his eyes off the screen and fixing them on Juvia.

JuRay did not sound so bad but Juvia could tell Gray wasn't stopping there. In his eyes, she could see the gears turning.

"FulLockser? Too long. My last name's too long." Gray frowned at the inconvenience of his surname.

"ViaGra?"

"You don't want people calling us ViaGra, Gray."

"ViaGray? That way it won't sound too…"

"Actually, the people have already baptized you." Levy interrupted before the talk about ViaGra took them somewhere she'd rather not go into. "They're calling your loveteam Gruvia."

"Gruvia?" Gray thought about it and let the coined word roll off his tongue once more, testing how it sounded. "Gruvia. I like it."

Juvia expressed her agreement with a content smile that mirrored Gray's.

"Sounds better than ViaGra too." Gray mused. He seemed to enjoy that silly one though.

...

Right after dinner, after the Gruvia couple, as their fans fondly called them, said their goodbyes, Gray offered Juvia a ride. They didn't mind the others seeing them leave the party together. It wasn't the first time Gray drove the ballerina home. But they fought the need to feel each other's warmth until they got inside Gray's Camaro.

In the car, they fondly talked about the live shows. Gray even made fun of the Kendo champion with the scarlet hair.

"I pity his partner but I guess she wasn't called the Dancing Demon for nothing."

"Oh, if Erza could hear you."

Juvia thought she saw fear cross Gray's face at the mention of the swordswoman's name. She confirmed it when the other half of Gruvia cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject.

"How about the wrestler, Elfman? He invited me to watch one of his games. I don't think I'd like to watch men in their undies battling it out in the ring."

"Let me guess, you prefer women in their undies battling it out in the ring."

"Aw." Gray playfully swooned. "You know me so well."

"Ha. Ha." Juvia rolled her eyes again, laughed without humor.

As the ballerina listened in the passenger seat, she couldn't help but muse at the turn of events. She used to hate this man's guts. The basketball diva who pranced into her studio, challenging her patience every chance he got, was now at the driver's seat having a decent conversation with her like most old couples did. Juvia started to imagine Gray with white hair sticking out his head.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" Gray asked, glancing at her every now and then.

"Nothing." Juvia answered. "And keep your eyes on the road." She reprimanded without erasing the smile on her lips. She didn't even try.

"Oh c'mon. Do I have something on my face?" Gray knew there wasn't but he, too, had that foolish smile on his face.

"Yes. There's that silly look you need to get rid of."

"Hey, you have it on yours too."

"I don't!" Juvia denied.

"Yes, you do. Look!" Gray reached out and palmed Juvia's face with his free hand. "You get rid of it first."

"Gray!" Juvia reprimanded with a giggle, swatting his hands off her.

They shared a soft chuckle in the car; lost in their own little world again. Juvia shifted her gaze to the window and rested her head against it. Juvia heaved an audible sigh. The events from earlier played in her head like a reel. Today couldn't have been more perfect and she couldn't be happier.

The familiar brown roof peered into the window and Juvia felt the Camaro slowing down. The convertible prowled into the front of the two-storey white-fenced house.

"We're here." Gray announced. Then, he cut off the engine and alighted from the Camaro.

Gray walked up to Juvia's side, taking her hand in his. It wasn't the first time Gray held her hand but somehow it felt different – good different. Her heart was pounding, not in a nervous beat but more like that giddy feeling when drinking caffeine; like she was excited for something. Like there was something amazing to come.

They continued the path that led to her door; fingers still intertwined. They walked up the steps into the porch and halted in front of the door. The silence that settled between them was cut short by Gray.

"I guess this is goodnight." Gray said, taking a step closer towards Juvia.

Her eyes fell on his lips and Juvia thought back at the time they shared their first kiss, right in front of her door, exactly where they were standing now.

"Yeah. I guess it is." She answered, taking her eyes off Gray's tempting lips and back to his midnight eyes.

When Gray leaned in, Juvia fought the urge to close her eyes. She wanted to witness everything and safely tuck the memory in her mind. Her eyes never left his as Gray bridged the gap between them. She waited, heart strumming in anticipation. Then, he softly pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss started slow and gentle; both of them wanting to indulge in the taste of each other. It remained chaste until a low moan slipped from Juvia's lips and into Gray's. It was her permission and encouragement for Gray to deepen the kiss. He also would have if not for the sound that came from the door – a sound of a person clearing his throat.

Juvia pulled away from the kiss. She slowly turned to the door, praying she was wrong and that the person she was about to face wasn't who she thought it was.

But Juvia Lockser was rarely wrong.

Heat rose up and painted her cheeks rosy. She forgot how to speak for a moment and wished she could dig a hole to hide in.

"Oh, dad!" She managed to say sheepishly as she confronted a six foot man with his arms crossed against his chest. "You're back." She fought the second wave of shame about to hit her when the fierce blue eyes she missed narrowed at her.

"Good evening, sir." Gray greeted, catching Ambassador Lockser's attention.

The man did not speak but the intimidation came across his lone intended audience – Gray Fullbuster.

It has been awhile since someone put a mouse in Gray's chest.

...

Writer's Corner: Hi you guys! New chapter's up. How have you guys been? I would just like to thank you again for your unending support both old and new readers. You are the best!

I know I promised you guys a new character and I think he's not who you guys were expecting right? Hehe.

See you in the next chapter and drop some love at the comment section. Muah!

#gray x juvia #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #she's in you court #siyc #gruvia fanfiction #gruvia au #gruvia fanfic

[hyumjim]

ok I am home and im really excited for x1′s debut. but im gonna have to wait for that obviously so im gonna do my up10tion discography review now. and I'll do victon too if I have time lol. I'm watching their mvs basically in whatever order youtube wants me to.

blue rose (2018): I didn’t love this at first sight, I just kept thinking about how wooseok is sexy. and, I don’t really understand the concept for this video lol. but, the choreo for this song looks really tight, I will have to watch some performance videos to appreciate their dancing. and the instrumentation actually sounds cool especially at the end, like after the last chorus. I wish they had turned up those guitars a little more and had less of that like, thrumming EDM sound. ah, also jinhyuk is a really talented rapper, I think his verses will always be the highlight of these songs for me.

white night (2016): it opens on wooseok in a sexy hockey player outfit, u know I am into a sexy hockey concept. also Wooseok’s eyeliner and black hair make him look so much younger, he gives me baby bts vibes, it’s adorable. this song is okay I guess, I REALLY DONT KNOW BECAUSE I GOT SO DISTRACTED AS SOON AS SOMI SHOWED UP. SOMI??? SOMI???? Jeon Somi????? wow they got Somi to be in this video. I love Somi, she’s so cute. OMG THERES SEXY HOMOEROTIC BLEEDING AND HOLDING EACH OTHER AT THE END. im not sure what all of these scenes of them sexily playing hockey have to do with Somi but im here for it. also one of the non-jinhyuk non-wooseok members kind of resembles jungkook--  I think his name is Kogyeol? the one with Somi at the end? I dont know. ummm im VERY OVERSTIMULATED BY THIS VIDEO and I have no idea if I liked the song or not. wow. what a video though. it told a STORY!!! SOMI WAS IN IT. WOW!

so, dangerous (2015): this is their debut song right? the stupid punctuation drives me crazy first of all lol. the intro to this video gives me debut BTS in almost every way-- from the black and white filter to the school uniform type outfits to the siren noises-- it’s a good thing they didn’t keep that up for the whole video or they would have fielded a lot of plagiarism accusations... yamma ni ggumeun mwoni (MWONI)... but I think I actually would have preferred it to the sound of this track which is pretty generic techno pop. what else can I say, other than wooseok is beautiful

catch me! (2015): FINALLY a song that actually slaps!!! this goes the hardest out of all these songs so far it’s just a cute little bop and we appreciate it. wooseok is saddled with an unfortunate firetruck red bowl cut here but his beauty still cannot be contained. a couple of other guys are showing visuals here though. Kuhn and.... Kogyeol again. jinhyuk appears to be about 5 years old in this video. anyway this is the first song I genuinely like at first listen, what's next

attention (2016): OMG this is a really good song. I genuinely enjoyed listening to this in its entirety and will put it on my playlist. that being said, the lyrics are fucking psychotic and I think I would have enjoyed it more if I had subs off lol. but anyway, im going to say what we are all thinking: GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO. seriously even if you don’t know who up10tion are, just look up this music video and go to about 0:40, you will thank me.

tonight (2016): aren’t you guys like.... a little old for this concept? lol. wooseok is so cute that I don’t care though... it’s all worth it for u my king

candyland (2018): they look so good and they all seem much more confident onscreen compared to their old videos, and I love that for them! the only thing is, there’s almost no candy in this video about candy land. I mean I get it, the song is about sex, and I guess they didn’t want to be ambiguous about it, but I just was expecting to see some candy LOL (aside from candy wooseok!!! my delicious Swedish fish)

runner (2017): I really couldn't pay attention to this because wooseok wasn’t in it. I'm sorry, I'll try to be better. this is an okay song I think

going crazy (2017): they all look really good in this video especially in the black and white segments. I wish they would do more “story” type concepts for videos though, I don’t understand any of the symbolism LMAO. also wish I could like this song, it is pretty dull.

lmao I spent way too much time on this so even though they have other videos (for their Japan releases etc) I'll end it here. overall quite a few of these songs were very nice and NONE OF THEM WERE TERRIBLE

#up10tion

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 8? IS IT 8 ALREAD- YEAH IT IS.

oh god its been 8 weeks already i dont like that these chapters reveal how much time im WASTING but c’est la vie as always lets put these assholes on blast:

moving SWIFTLY on!!!!!!!!!!!!

(also what do you mean ‘it’s the meat chapter’. wh. what meat. hello.)

She slumped back against uncomfortably warm stone, trying to tuck her feet back into the shade.

it’s a known fact that glynda is all Long all Angles and also a lot of Beef,

this is? the date, right? the date chapter? yes? all the chapters have been shuffled around i have NO sense of where i am because all thats happened for 7 chapters is ive been assaulted by lesbians but given the distant chanting of meat meat meat this must be the date.... right.........................................

OH THAT MEANS WE GET TO SEE CINDER’S DRESS NICE

Cinder’s smile flashed through Glynda’s mind, and she shifted against the stone wall, reaching for her Scroll.

my favourite thing is how whenever cinder and glynda think of each other its never not got crazy gay energy............. this is LITERALLY like the whole ‘i sleep next to a photo of my enemy’ deal!!!!!!!!!!! they’re both just attracted to dangerous (and also stupid) people, is the thing,

The Grimm swarmed, biting insects with snapping mandibles, their chitinous exoskeletons all scraping against one another with their constant, eager writhings.

YES thats some GOOD IMAGERY RIGHT THERE IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF UH-HUH

honestly i- OKAY LOOK I SAID IT BEFORE BUT I STAND BY HOW OFFAL HUNT IS SO VISCERAL... i love writing thats like............ kinda Uncomfy to imagine but also rly detailed and just rly digs into the gore and the grossness............ its GOOD CONTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank god offal hunt just whaps u in the face w/ it like a damp sock,

we’re got a bit of slow start here which is a nice way to  slice the difference between earlier ‘gotta go fast’ glyn and this ‘actually i’m way out of my depth’ glyn. wow! i can BREATHE. and we havent had anything massively cheeky pop up yet which may be a new record all round

The ripples of its being reached Glynda with ease, consuming those of the smaller Grimm. It was dangerous. More dangerous by far, even out here among these ancient beasts.

mmmmmmmmmmm this is- okay slight spoilers but i presume this is hati? aka he who had like a handful of lines in the first version and was generally just... look hati was winner of The Most Vague award in the first version so i’m hoping its hati because i am CURIOUS ABT THIS BOY.................. who i coincidentally love. who is he? we’re not sure (yet) but i love him. its just a fact!

It wasn’t just consumption. It was desecration. Vile unmaking. The Grimm stripped away her flesh. Tasted of her marrow. Gorged itself on the gristle between her bones and peeled back her ribs to reveal the chasm within. It sucked the soul from her chest in a wash of red and agony that spanned centuries, each running over the raw meat of her like long, black claws—

I JUST LOVE THE WAY THIS SHIT GETS DESCRIBED ITS SO SATISFYING also i feel like there should be a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny fingerguns in here t e c h n i c a l l y but im not gonna cause its vague enough i can kiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda move on kinda slightly maybe

It felt like death itself had caught her in its massive maw, chilling her organs, reaching for the soul at the core of her.

OKAY FINE 👈😡👈

OKAY FINE YEAH THE REST OF THIS IS ALL CHEEKY FINGERGUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that said this is all RLY VITAL STORYTELLING and im rly glad we’ve got some expanded Glynda Lore because it was Lacking in the archived version... but now we’re full on until glynda backstory babey!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fear itself couldn’t touch her, and even as she thought this, she felt it drain away.

Her breathing slowed. Her body relaxed. Information trickled in, unburdened by emotion.

👈👈👈😡👈👈👈

glynda rly DOES only have half a braincell Huh

OKAY DATE TIME? DATE TIME? YES? MAYBE?????????????? god ive been looking forward to this stupid gay date for so long. EIGHT WEEKS. EIGHT.

A pause. “Are you familiar with the Hill of Roses Massacre?”

ah the return of the Plot (that Isnt The Gay Bit)

i was gonna Say A Thing, and then answered my own question, and then realised it’d be spoilers anyway. YAY SPOILERS! YAY NOT BEING ABLE 2 SAY ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah theres a lot going on here dsdjhgf

“Well, it was your class, so.” She couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

/ticks off ‘anything to do w/ ozpin’ off the bingo card, again,

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, Glynda. With this meeting on the horizon… I fear I would cloud your judgement.”

oz i love u and yr cryptic bullshit but this will not the first Nor The Last Time glynda and i are both exasperated w/ u. please. blease.

Ozpin had never misled her before.

👈😂👈

“I’m only following orders.” Written with the same implication as a wink. “Now, is there anything else I can help you with, Professor?”

i fucking adore winter schnee i’d DIE for her

i may have to make a spoiler version of this later because theres Some Shit being said here and i DIRELY have to expand upon it but that will have 2 wait dskfjsdf

When they saw she was human, they waved her through without any trouble.

i still feel like im being targeted for my url!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U ASSHOLES,

As much as she could, Glynda tried to avoid the constant bump of shoulders and too-tight quarters. As large as she was, it was nearly impossible,

what did i say!!!!!!!!!!!!! we LOVE one beefy bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(im literally getting SO excited for the date reveal im VIBRATING)

She still didn’t have much of an idea what waited within, but she had quite a few reservations about using the front door.

me: knows whats coming also me: glynda please

As a Huntress who’d been trained in both subtlety and stealth, Glynda had a few ideas.

The next person who stepped outside was thrown roughly aside,

ME: GLYNDA PLEASE,

you have no idea how often im just. i have my face in my hands. glynda’s never heard of a repercussion in her life. cinder once saw the word ‘consequences’ and broke out into hives. im. where’s the thinking-

And then she noticed Cinder.

here comes the peak gay im so ready HERE IT COMES-

Her hair was tossed over one shoulder as always, but in place of her usual crimson dress, she wore black tonight. Dark fabric with but a hint of iridescent specks rippled around her ankles, rising up to stretch tight across her hips. It rose all the way to the hollow of her throat and was cut to be sleeveless, though Cinder wore gloves of the same material that rose nearly to her shoulders.

HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god u may know i drew a shitpost of this scene and now i Have to redraw it to be even Sexier!!!!!!!!!! also i know glynda could argue she’s being Observant but i also think, she’s a home of saxophone, and is gay,

LIKE ‘stretch tight across her hips’ WHY YA L O O K I N

Glass heels clicked over the dark stone floor as Cinder stopped right in front of Glynda, looking up at her from beneath lofty bangs. Gold eyes swept from the crown of Glynda’s head to the crop gripped so tightly in her hand—and then Cinder smiled.

there is No heterosexual explanation for this

Cinder clicked her tongue. “Well, now that you’re here, shall we?”

“Shall we…?”

“Glynda,” she chided, rolling her eyes. “Dinner, of course.”

IM LOSING MY MIND AAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY’RE LESBIANS HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay. okay. this still isnt QUITE THE DATE CHAPTER BUT WE’RE RLY IN IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so scared that a whole chap has been saved for this meal because its going to be so long and charged w/ lesbian energy and its gonna kill me BUT OH WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway i loved it. the end.

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog

[mirroredtranslations]

Jinrui Saikyou no Netsuai - Chapter 3

Jinrui Saikyou no Jun'ai – Nisioisin p. 15-24

[Previous Chapter]

Urbanization advanced throughout Japan, and visualization—or rather, surveillance—advanced alongside it; so, you might think it would be harder to find deserted places to battle without people noticing, but oddly enough, even cities have their crevices. As skyscrapers proliferate, so do shadows...? Maybe not shadows, but rather darkness... In any case, no matter how the times change, places for people like me and Kouta to live continue to exist. For which I'm grateful. And so do the conditions for lively youngsters like this Matsuri Shimegiwa boy to be born. The scope of that territory might actually be getting wider—all in balance, I suppose. Well, in spite of my careful analysis of modern times, the place where Shimegiwa took me wasn't a dark, narrow alley or a subway tunnel; it was the sunlit roof of some official institution or municipal office building. It was a sloped roof, not a flat one. The place he chose as our battlefield was deserted, and it was out of the public view, but it was pretty big. I kinda like that.

“I'm a bit surprised. You're not like I heard... uh, you're not like I expected.”

Said Shimegiwa, turning around after we'd arrived. The fierce stare of those sanpaku eyes hadn't changed.

“Humanity's strongest contractor, Jun Aikawa; I thought you might kick me as soon as I turned my back... I didn't think you'd just let me guide you here without taking any action at all.”

Sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations—I mean, is that what people think of me? Is this like a game of intergenerational telephone, where I end up sounding incomprehensibly violent to the new generation? Maybe this is an after-effect from when I was cut off from work worldwide. I'm sure Kouta would laugh out loud and say, “Incomprehensibly violent. Doesn't that describe you perfectly, my dear friend?” But there's no way I could just let that assessment stand, so I continued: I'm kinda disappointed myself. When you said you wanted to change locations, I thought you might take me to a dead-end alley where a swarm of your friends were waiting. I got all excited.

“......”

Is he mad? That's not what I really thought (though I was surprised he took me to a public office building), I just said it as a light provocation; this guy's got a hot temper. Is that because he's young? Well, his hairstyle does look pretty angry, after all. I was so distracted by his puffed-up hair that I hadn't really noticed until now, but he's wearing some pretty flashy clothes, too. He made fun of my redness, but he's silver all over. It was all arranged with good fashion sense, but it looked like a difficult outfit to pull off.

“...What?”

Oh, nothing. So, shall we begin? Whoever falls down first loses. I have another job to get to, so let's settle this quickly. You have a handicap? Like fighting with one hand, or fighting with just my tongue.

“I don't need one. Don't worry about your next job... You'll have to cancel it anyway.”

Nicely said.

“I mean, don't you want to ask why I've challenged you?”

Do I have to ask? That stuff's a pain in the ass, so I thought I'd skip it... And it doesn't matter.

“I see. So that's the famous Jun Aikawa from the rumors... No matter who challenges you, you never refuse. How very gallant.”

It's not that cool a reason. I just don't feel like scrutinizing everything about a reckless idiot like you—hey, now. Bring it on. Or do you want me to come at you?

“To show respect for your legend, I yield the first move to you.”

Oh, okay. You'll dampen my spirits if you treat me like an old lady, though. I'll lose motivation. Well then, time to snip a young sprout. Here comes the countdown—three, two, one, Zerozaki!

“Oof...!”

I unleashed a no-motion high kick with my hands in my pockets, trying to make his head part ways with his torso, but he defended with both hands—setting aside the high kick, maybe keeping my hands in my pockets was a bit too insulting? Even so, a ordinary opponent would have gotten his head plucked off along with both arms, but let alone that, this guy managed to grab my ankle. Wow, nice going.

“Hah. You're no big deal after all!”

It didn't entirely seem like a bluff. Still holding onto my foot, Shimegiwa returned my kick. Kicking me with such unstable posture didn't pose much of a threat, but as if to return the favor, it was a high kick. I was taller, but he was flexible enough to aim for my temple with his toes. Since his stance was somewhat impractical, I could either avoid it, or catch it the same way he did, but I wanted to try taking it directly. I should be able to estimate his power level from that. As such, I didn't move an inch, and Shimegiwa's kick connected cleanly with my head. I was surprised. Well, I mean, it'd be exceptionally stupid for me to be surprised by the fact I got kicked, but still, I was amazed. What I mean is, his kick was much more powerful than I expected. It spun me around, with the beautiful leg he was holding as the axis. I made a whole rotation, and was able to land cleanly.

“Purposefully taking a hit; you can only look down on someone so much, humanity's strongest. If you fell down from that kick, it'd be my win, you know?”

Sorry, sorry, I underestimated you. That'd be fine by me, of course—in that case, you'd be humanity's strongest from tomorrow on. But if you want to decide based on that kick, you'd be looking down on me too much. Ready, now? I slammed the foot he was holding directly downward.

“...! Oo...uh...”

I put enough force into it to rip Shimegiwa's arm out of its socket, but as I might have expected, he responded by letting go of my foot. Unlike me, it seemed he knew when it'd be dangerous to take a hit.

“I'm happy to see you're going all out now, humanity's strongest!”

He really did look happy. Does he have battle mania? If so, then we ought to congratulate each other; or maybe, pity each other... however, the middle of a fight is no place for a hug. So, I said to him: I still haven't decided whether or not to go all out—but I am deadly serious.

“Aaah... I see, I see.”

It was more of a threat than a provocation, but Shimegiwa smiled even wider—this really brings me back. The world used to be teeming with guys like him. I've been squaring off with a lot of aliens lately, so I want to cherish these times when I can fight humans.

“So I can challenge you with the intent to kill too, then?”

Sure, but are you okay with that? It's not like you've been ordered to kill me, right? After I pointed that out, it was Shimegiwa's turn to look surprised. What's surprising about that? Maybe the fact that Jun Aikawa's signature move is mind-reading isn't as well-known as I thought, these days. Someone asked you to pick a fight with me; I could tell that much from looking at your face when you kicked me.

“Hmph... Is that so. After all that stuff you said, are you really interested in my goal, humanity's strongest?”

I said it didn't matter, didn't I? It's not like you'll be able to reach it anyway. That was just something I could tell by looking at your face—and besides, my mind-reading isn't telepathy; I don't know any details beyond that.

“...Well, it's true that someone won't be able to reach their goal—'cause I'm gonna kill you right now!”

Shimegiwa wound up a punch. This time, the blow used all the power he could muster from a straight line that ran through his torso, making use of his entire body. It wasn't clear whether he was aiming to kill, but he was definitely going all out—the opposite of me. I see; if I took that hit, it might be over for me... but I lacked the finesse to avoid it. As such, I decided to intercept his fist—that is, I smashed my fist into his. Although I fired mine after his, my punch is speedy, and I easily made it in time. So, how about the force? Is my fist gonna break, or is Shimegiwa's fist gonna break?

“Guhh... Ah! A-are you fucking crazy!?”

The result was, neither of our fists broke, but we both sent each other flying; Shimegiwa cursed me out, but didn't flinch, and came rushing at me intensely. That's not just a compliment or a turn of phrase, it was really intense; at least, in terms of speed. He didn't seem to be very dextrous, and looked to have trouble balancing his power and speed. I easily handled the fast rush—I didn't politely meet his blow with a blow of my own again; I knocked him off his feet with a single hook. ...Oh, by the way, I have trouble balancing power and speed too. So either way, I give everything I have.

“Die!”

Nevertheless, Shimegiwa didn't retreat, and with a cry, he moved to kick me in the ankle. I didn't know what the “Die!” thing was about (I hadn't been told that in a while, so I had a hard time figuring it out), but aiming for my ankle was a good strategy—since the rule was whoever fell down first loses, all he had to do was play the sickle-weasel and knock me over.(1) In that sense, his low kick really looked like a sickle. Should I field this one too? Should I intercept his kick with a kick? I could also plant my feet down and endure it, but I felt like I'd been on the receiving side for a while, and that's not like me. I felt like I was playing the role of sparring partner for this energetic youngster—this isn't some post-retirement job or leisure pastime. My thinking changed, and before the arch of Shimegiwa's foot hit my ankle, I landed a direct thrust on his chest. Naturally, since Shimegiwa was standing on one foot like a flamingo, and we were on a slanted roof without decent footholds to begin with, he was blown backward—his sickle hit empty air. I thought he might fall on his back, but he's got some grit; he put both hands on the ground as if preparing to do a backflip, and jumped back like a spring. I couldn't say it was as deft as a gymnast, but he managed to land on his feet.

“You're insane...”

Said Shimegiwa, crouching and holding his chest. Technically speaking, in terms of sumo wrestling, you could say he lost the moment he put his hands on the ground; well, it's just a rule I came up with off the top of my head, so I'll let this pass. I'm easy-going.

“I attacked first, but why did yours land before mine? You waited to see my move but you still got the jump on me... it's not fair.”

Not fair? What are you, a child? Well, you do look like a child as far as age goes. Watch, think, move, catch; if you can do that, fighting gets really easy—although, you might be right to call it unfair. It's like I'm living in a different timeline from everyone else. Alright, alright, I won't do that anymore.

“Nah, do it as much as you want... I can use unfair techniques, inhuman skills that stink of foul play too.”

Oh? What, you've got some tricks up your sleeve? I thought I was through evaluating him based on our earlier exchange... But if that's the case, why'd you hold back? I won't blame you or anything, no matter what kind of techniques you use. If you say stuff like that, it makes the fact that I'm the strongest sound unfair in the first place.

“Okay, I hear you. Don't you regret those words, humanity's strongest.”

Regret, huh. I'd love to try that at least once. If you're going to let me, then I welcome it—well, I was being nonchalant (bad habit of mine), but even though Shimegiwa's, Matsuri Shimegiwa's next move didn't make me regret anything, it definitely sufficed to dumbfound me.

“I am Matsuri Shimegiwa—also known as Campfires.”

He reintroduced himself, rolling up his sleeves; the next moment, his right arm—Shimegiwa's right arm—transformed into flames. Transformed into flames. I'm sure that sounds like some kind of metaphor, but I described exactly what it was; there's no metaphor, Shimegiwa's right arm literally turned into flames—transfired into flames. I drew the highly sensible conclusion that his body had caught fire, that he'd messed up trying to activate some kind of fire-related device and burned up his own arm. But I was wrong—he used the flames of his right arm to once again wind up a punch. With a burning fist. I observe, then take action, and I'm still on time, but even I—no, that's exactly why I was at a loss. It was dubious whether or not I even had time to think. I can't look past a bizarre and enigmatic development like this; however, it was clear I wouldn't come up with an answer to this phenomenon by fretting about it. So, all I can do is test things out. Experiment—experiment by comparison. Just like I'd done at the start, I decided to intercept his fist. Answer a punch with a punch. If it was a bluff, and he was using using some kind of trick or illusion, then this kind of direct response ought to be best. However—

“Idiot! You think you can hit fire with flesh?”

It was just as Shimegiwa so scornfully said: my fist slipped right through his. As if punching the air—no, not just the air. My arm was covered in an outrageous amount of heat, an outrageously hot wind; it was just like I'd thrust my hand into a fire. There was no trick or illusion; it was an actual flame. What's with this guy? I've fought a variety of people up 'til now, and I've battled players with a variety of abilities. Among them there were considerable eccentrics, and people who used techniques I could hardly believe. People who use fire, flame-wielders, they aren't all that uncommon. I've met fifty thousand people whose fighting style involved becoming one with flames—but I'd never met someone who turned their own body into flames. What the hell are you, Matsuri Shimegiwa!

“I'll blacken you to a crisp, red woman!”

As he called out to me like I were a demon, Shimegiwa's rather demonic fist—his fist of flame—landed a direct hit on my chest. No, strictly speaking, it would be hard to call it a “direct hit”; it's not like the flames that my fist slipped through actually hit my chest. Again, it passed through—but there was no avoiding the high temperature and hot wind. My clothes burned; this red jacket that could be recognized five kilometers away really did blacken and turn to ash. I liked this jacket, you know... I thought, as I flew into the air. Within the waves of hot wind, I was about to succumb to confusion... but I changed tacks right away. His ability... well, I'd be hard-pressed to call it a technique, but in any case, no matter what the truth about his ability is, we're in the middle of a bout right now, and at this rate I'm going to fall down on the rooftop—in other words, I'm going to lose. And I don't want that. I see; for the new generation, Shimegiwa's shown me he's on a scale that exceeded my imagination. However, if I were to lose right here, it'd be a disgrace to the title “humanity's strongest”. I rotated my body midair, planning to land right then and there if possible, but that didn't work out—I might've been able to land if I'd wanted to, but unlike Shimegiwa, I wasn't okay with making any old landing; it needs to be cool. If I can't stick an Ultra C landing,(2) I'd rather fall down ostentatiously—though, I'd prefer to be the one doing the knocking down. Rotating my body, with only a few centimeters remaining between me and the rooftop, I drove my scorched fist downward. There was no grand plan; I simply punched it—and that was enough.

“Huh? … Huuhhhhhh!?”

Shimegiwa, who must have been all but certain of victory, understandably let out a cry. It might have been a scream. Maybe, although part of it must be because he’s young, he's the type who panics when something unexpected happens. But it'd be harsh to criticize him for that; most adults would probably shriek like that too if the place they were standing on suddenly collapsed.

“The whole roof...!?”

Yes, with a full-strength punch, I destroyed the roof of the public office building; I destroyed the battlefield itself. The rule was whoever fell down first loses... so all I had to do was destroy the place where I would have fallen.

“That's allowed!?”

Of course it is. I let it pass when you put your hand on the rooftop earlier, after all. And didn't you know? When I was about your age, this is what people would say about me: any building Jun Aikawa sets foot in collapses, without exception.

[Next Chapter]

Footnotes: (1) Sickle-weasel, or more commonly kamaitachi (鎌鼬), is a youkai that appears in a whirlwind to cut people and make them fall over. (2) In the 1968 Summer Olympics, gymnastic feats were assigned difficulty levels from A to C, with C being the highest difficulty. The Japanese team came up with the term “Ultra C” to mean something along the lines of performing above and beyond the maximum, and since then it has been used generally to refer to an amazing or momentous feat.

#jinrui saikyou no netsuai #jinrui saikyou no jun'ai #saikyou series #translation

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Once Upon A Time in a Shattered Mind Ch. 37 (Final Chapter)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 pt. 1 & pt. 2 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 pt. 1 & pt. 2 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19  | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28 | Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36                 

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Wanda’s head was in agony. She barely had enough awareness to notice that she was lying on the hard, cold floor and not in her bed or on a couch. She rubbed her head as she pushed herself into a seated position. She felt something wet and sticky coating her forehead. Wanda pulled her hand back to reveal blood.

Surprise filled her and made her more cognizant of her surroundings. She was in her vault where she had gone to fetch Clint’s heart and crush it when someone had grabbed her and slammed her head against the wall.

Wanda felt something tingle at her fingertips.

She frowned and looked down at her fingers but saw nothing. The sensation was still there though, like magic but-

Sparks flew out of her fingertips.

Wanda gasped and held her hands up. She focused on that tingling sensation until she cradled a ball of flames between her hands.

Laughter bubbled in Wanda’s chest and poured out her only to turn into sobs. Wanda clutched her stomach and doubled over as her magic swept through her, filling her until she could burst. She held it close to her even as it whispered in her ear the last thing she wanted to hear.

Her curse had been broken.

The spell she had given her brother’s life to was destroyed, and with it what felt like the last piece of her brother.

Wanda curled up in a ball and laid on the ground.

She’d regain her strength and strike back soon. For now, she’d grieve one more time.

Natasha jumped out of the way as another person screamed in delight and ran past Natasha into the arms of another townsperson.

“Is this some kind of weird town holiday or am I missing something?” Natasha pushed a strand of hair away from her mouth as the wind blew.

Clint smiled and shook his head. “You are not going to believe me.”

Natasha arched a brow. “Try me.”

“Not going to believe me,” Clint sang and strolled away.

Natasha grabbed Clint by the elbow and dragged him back to her. “Tell me.”

Clint chuckled. “Do you believe in fairy tales, Nat?”

“Are you talking about Bucky’s book, or-”

“I mean, what would you say if I told you every single story was true?”

“I’d say you better have some pretty good evidence.”

“I’ll see what I can get ya.”

Peggy slammed the suitcase on the bed and unzipped it.

“Peggy, please,” Steve pleaded.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Peggy marched over to her closet and yanked out all of her clothes. She shoved them into her suitcase.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. You’re sorry that you no longer have your perfect relationship anymore. You’re not sorry about the fact that for years I’ve been under a spell and forcibly engaged to you.” Peggy picked up a pair of heels and resisted throwing them at Steve’s head. “Do you even know how violated I feel? How violated everyone probably feels after what you and Wanda have done? What you did was so wrong, Steve. I have no idea how you could possibly ever make it right.”

Steve looked truly pained as he reached out to take Peggy’s hand, but she yanked away from his touch nonetheless.

Steve grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

“Easy to say, Steve, but a truly remorseful man would have broken the curse or at least have ended his relationship with me instead of continuing it under false pretenses.”

“But I love you.”

“You love yourself.” And saying that aloud pained Peggy more than she’d have liked to admit. She had really believed that she had seen the good man Steve used to be before he became the Dark One. Now she didn’t know what she had seen, but she knew it wasn’t the Steve who stood before her.

Peggy dropped the heels in the suitcase. “Just leave me alone to pack, Steve. If you want to prove you’re sorry, you can at least give me that much to start.”

Peggy inwardly held her breath, fully expecting Steve to stay and insist that he loved her and try to convince her not to move out.

It almost hurt when he remained silent and walked out of the room.

Almost hurt.

Relief washed over her even as tears pricked her eyes.

She had never wanted this for them, but if this was how their story had to end then so be it.

Rhodey’s fist pumped at his side as his footsteps thundered across the dock toward the Jolly Roger. Hope, happiness, and relief lifted him high like a hot air balloon.

That crazy ass Tony had actually managed to get himself to Storybrooke.

If anyone could, it would be that genius of a pirate.

Rhodey ran up the ramp and threw open the door that led to the lower levels of ship. He rushed through the narrow passage to Tony’s quarters and flung aside the door. “Tony, you-Ah fuck!” Rhodey threw up his hands and shielded his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? How long has it been since you got here and you two already screwed?”

Rhodey glared over his hands.

Tony lay sprawled across the bed with one hand chained and cuffed to the bedpost. His chest heaved and he was covered in sweat. A thin sheet just barely covered Tony’s dick.

Bucky on the other hand was perfectly covered by the sheet and was looking like a cat with a bowl of cream. Rhodey could imagine the purr probably rolling in Bucky’s chest at the moment.

“To be fair,” Tony held up a finger, “we haven’t seen each other in decades.”

“I had to show him what he had been missing.” Bucky patted Tony’s shoulder.

“I missed so much, Rhodey,” Tony gasped out. “So much. Like, I thought I knew everything I would miss, but wow! Did you know-”

“Stop! I don’t need to hear how Fifty Shades of Grey influenced your sex life.”

Tony wrinkled his nose. “What does the color grey have to do with sex?”

“It’s a book, dear,” Bucky explained.   

Rhodey groaned and massaged his temples. “I can’t believe this is the first conversation I am having with you after all this crap. I expected a tearful reunion followed by a bunch of questions and answers to make sense of how you got here.” Rhodey paused. “And apparently how you don’t look like you’ve aged a bit since the curse was unleashed.”

“All of which I will explain once Bucky frees me.” Tony smiled at Bucky.

Bucky pouted down at Tony.

Tony’s smile faltered. “Please, love.”

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I guess the honeymoon is officially over.” He glared at Rhodey as he freed Tony from his chains. “Thanks, Rhodes.”

“Don’t be give me that dirty look, you horny monkey.”

Tony sighed wistfully. “How I’ve missed this.” Tony rolled over, baring his ass to the world as he grabbed his pants off the floor. “Short version, I went looking for all of you and ended up in a place called Neverland where no one ages. Now, as for the details…” Tony rambled about his journey as he got dressed. By the end of the tale Tony was fully dressed and helping Bucky into his own clothes.

“Don’t forget to grab the heart, love.” Tony pecked Bucky on the cheek as he buttoned Bucky’s shirt for him. “We need to return it to its proper owner.”

Bucky nodded and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a glowing red heart.

“Are you two serious?” Rhodey gaped for a moment. “Is that someone’s actual heart? And you two decided to store it in a drawer and have sex before returning it? Not to mention how the hell did you two end up with a heart in the first place?”

“Rhodey,” Bucky used his sweet-threatening voice. “While you have been living in La La Land for twenty-eight years, the two of us have been pining for each other the whole time, and I know the person this heart belongs to is alive and may even be enjoying some sex of his own right now. Therefore, shut up.”

Rhodey clamped his lips together and did as Bucky demanded. He was still morally opposed to Tony and Bucky’s choice of priorities, but when Bucky put it as bluntly as he did, Rhodey found that he could be more sympathetic toward their choice even if he didn’t agree.

Tony chuckled and patted Bucky on the chest. “Still a spitfire, I see.”

Bucky smirked and his hand wandered toward Tony’s ass.

“Grab his butt, and I’ll lecture you two for the next hour on priorities,” Rhodey threatened.

Bucky glowered, but dropped his hand to his side. “To think there were days I missed your companionship.”

Rhodey quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Okay.” Tony slipped the heart out of Bucky’s grasp and held it tenderly. “I think it’s about time we return this. Besides, I want to meet this Natasha woman before Wanda shows up and throws a fit.”

Rhodey’s stomach knotted. He’d forgotten about Wanda. “She’s still here?”

Bucky nodded. “Steve too.”

“And now they have magic,” Rhodey said, his volume low and tone apprehensive. “This isn’t good.”

Tony shrugged. “When is it ever?” He grabbed Bucky’s hand and squeezed. “The curse may be broken, but it isn’t the end. Wanda won’t stop until either she feels satisfied in her revenge or someone forces her to see reason.The same is mostly true of Steve.”

Tony gazed up at Bucky, his eye shining with adoration. “At least we're together now, and there’s not much else they can do to keep us apart.”

Bucky smiled softly down at Tony. The expression was so full of softness and tenderness, Rhodey felt that he was looking at a man completely different from the one he’d met years ago.

“So you ready?” Tony asked Rhodey, and Rhodey startled.

Tony chuckled at Rhodey’s reaction. “Are you ready to face a witch and the Dark One with us?”

Rhodey huffed and lightly swatted Tony on the shoulder. “What do you think I’ve been doing this whole time?”

Tony beamed. “Just giving you an out if you want to go back to whatever life Wanda had crafted for you here.”

“Nah. Be a pretty boring life without you.” Rhodey looked at Bucky. “Both of you.”

Bucky nodded in agreement.

Tony brought Bucky and his joined hands to his lips and kissed their knuckles. “All right. Then let’s head out on our next adventure.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #prompts #akira of the twilight #OUAT in a shattered mind #ouat fusion #captain hook! tony stark #mad hatter! bucky barnes #james rhodes #dark one! steve rogers #evil queen! wanda maximoff #belle! peggy carter #huntsman/robin hood! Clint Barton #open ending

[kdramareviews]

❊ LEGEND OF THE BLUE SEA (!!!) ❊

RATING: 50/10 

(Yes, here I am again with my weird ratings. You know it’s a good show when I have the most abnormal ratings.)

Honestly. I regret writing this critique once I started watching W. I feel the need to rewatch this show again. I watch dramas way too fast that I barely get to absorb what's going on. 

WOW. I NEED TO TAKE A BREATHER. OK. BUT. I WILL EXTORT WHATEVER FANGIRLING IS LEFT IN ME. 

So. LEGEND OF THE BLUE SEA WAS SO BOMB. YO. As I mention in my previous reviews, I do really enjoy dramas that have scenes that make you so giddy you literally jump of the bed. AND THIS SHOW DIDN'T JUST MAKE ME JUMP OFF THE BED. NO. I GOT UP FROM MY BED. STARTED JUMPING UP AND DOWN WHILE SCREAMING. HONESTLY. I was crazy while watching this drama. 

But wow. The first episode had me hooked. I laughed so hard in the first episode, and was giddy the entire time. SO. Imagine how much I immediately LOVED this show. At first, I couldn’t understand the plot because it started off with a historical scene. BUT of course it’s always like that when you start a show. I was able to pick up the plot quickly. And wow. The plot was amazing. I liked how whatever happened in the history became parallel with the present. I loved the plot soooooo much. It was very different from the previous dramas I’ve watched, and I loved it. Surprisingly, this is my first fantasy (that's what they call the genre that incorporates unrealistic factors) drama. I was so hesitant on watching this because I was really not a big fan of fantasy dramas. I was more into the school and realistic dramas. However, after my friend who also watches kdramas found out I absolutely loved Lee Min Ho, she said that I should really watch Legend of the Blue Sea. And because I was so in love (still am) with Lee Min Ho, I decided to try it out. And I really don’t regret trying out fantasy dramas. I am so happy I tried watching this show, because now I am very open-minded about the genres of kdramas that I will watch. [Hence, why I am watching W - Two Worlds]

OKAY. Going back to the plot, wow. OKAY. Let me talk about the first episode, excluding the first historical scene. I was screaming in the first episode probably every minute. LEE MIN HO LOOKED SOOOOOOO GOOD. I LOVED THAT HE WAS A CON-ARTIST. IT MADE HIM SO MUCH HOTTER. YO. EVEN THE FACTOR OF CLOTHING FOR THE SHOW MADE IT SO MUCH BETTER. LEE MIN HO LOOKED SO GOOD. THE SCENE WHEN HE CHANGED FROM AN OUTFIT SIMILAR TO A JANITOR’S OR AN ELECTRICAL SUPERVISOR’S TO A WHITE COLLAR BUTTON DOWN MANAGER LOOK (SO MANY WORDS OMG), AND WHEN HE FIXED HIS HAIR. I HONESTLY DIED. I HAVE TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS JUST TO EXPRESS MY UTTERMOST EMOTION FOR THIS SHOW BECAUSE HONESTLY, I DIED IN EVERY SCENE LEE MIN HO WAS PRESENT IN. 

AND IN THE FIRST EPISODE, Kim Tan’s (yes, Kim Tan from the Heirs) legit mom was a character and I screamed because THE HEIR’S REUNION (!!!!!!!!!) ANOTHER SHOW THAT I LOVE AND ANOTHER SHOW WITH LEE MIN HO IN IT (!!!!!!!!!) 

Lee Min Ho played his role so well. One minute he was this cunning con-artist, and the next he was this EXTREMELY lovey-dovey boy that I really love. I have so much appreciation for him in this series. Ugh. I LOVE HIM. 

And of course, WE CANNOT FORGET THE BEAUTIFUL JUN JI HYUN who beautifully and remarkably played Shim Cheong. I honestly didn’t know what Shim Cheong was in English, since they never mentioned the definition in the show. But, my friend told me the literally meaning, and it made so much sense now (for those of you who don’t know, it means stupid in English). Because in that scene, when the whole ‘con-artist crew’ (as I call it) was thinking of a name for Shim Cheong, that was what they came up with. Thinking about it just really makes me laugh. It was such a clever name. 

And wow. Jun Ji Hyun played the role of Shim Cheong soooo well. For those who don’t know, Shim Cheong is actually a mermaid who first comes into land. But, being born and raised in the water, she does not know the culture and norms of those on land. Therefore, she does not know how to act--or even eat for this matter. And Jun Ji Hyun was able to portray this inexperience as mentioned above. ESPECIALLY IN THE FIRST EPISODE when they were crossing the street, and when they were eating pasta. LITERALLY I AM SHIM CHEONG (excluding her amazing body). SHE EATS EVERYTHING. SHE IS CLUMSY. SHE BINGE WATCHES MOVIES AND DRAMAS EVERY NIGHT. I RELATE TO HER SO MUCH (no wonder I love this character so much).  

AND CAN WE JUST. JUN JI HYUN JUST GAVE BIRTH TO A CHILD. HOW CAN HER BODY BE THAT WOW??? SHE LOOKED SO ELEGANT AS A MERMAID. And can we just commend her--SHE LITERALLY SWAM IN THE OCEAN. ALL THE OCEAN SCENES WERE SHOT IN A LITERAL OCEAN. UGH. SHE’S AMAZING. I HAVE SO MUCH RESPECT AND ADMIRATION FOR HER. 

OMG. I also love the scene where Shim Cheong found out that Joon Jae likes her and she was practically screaming “Joon Jae likes me!” multiple times in her head. YO. SHE IS ME. I AM HER. And then Joon Jae could hear her inside voice, and he kept laughing and smiling. AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS EVERYTHING. I LOVED THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I WAS TORN WHEN SHIM CHEONG KISSED JOON JAE JUST FOR HIM TO FORGET ABOUT THEIR MOMENTS TOGETHER. 

Honestly. Romance aside, this show was so freaking funny. When Joon Jae was being the con-artist he was, and pretended to be the son of the manager of a hospital (I think) and he was like “Disgusting. Sh**!” I LAUGHED SO HARD. I LOVE HIM. SO MUCH. THAT PART WAS HONESTLY THE FUNNIEST. 

I just love the relationship of Joon Jae and Shim Cheong so much. Their romance just contained so much loyalty, and appreciation for one another. They always wanted to protect each other (like when Shim Cheong took the bullet for Joon Jae--YO I WAS SO WORRIED SHE WAS GONNA DIE). 

And the last episode. WOW. I was just. YO. I had no words for the last episode. It was so satisfying. They got married, and Shim Cheong was pregnant. And they lived near the sea. OH OMG and the previous episodes before this. YO. YO. When Joon Jae already planned their future together by looking for houses near the sea and HAKDBAKDASHBDH I CANT EVEN SPEAK. THE LEGEND OF THE BLUE SEA FANGIRL IS STILL IN ME. BUT THE LAST EPISODE IS SO SATISFYING. I LOVED IT. 

And Rin-ah, the kid who could hear Shim Cheong’s mermaid voice, WAS SO CUTE. LIKE I LITERALLY WANT TO SQUISH HER AND PUT HER IN A BAG. UGH. I WANNA PINCH HER CHEEKS (!!!!!). 

AND OMG. THE SECOND COUPLE IN LOTBS--SHI-AH AND TAE-OH. YO. I FREAKIN LOVED THEM. I LAUGHED SO HARD WHEN TAE-OH HAD TO COVER FOR JOON JAE, SHIM CHEONG, AND NAM DOO WHEN THEY WERE IN SHI-AH’S HOUSE AND HE SAID “SARANGHAE.” THAT WAS THE START OF A BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP. And then Shi-Ah didn’t know that he was just covering for them, and then went on thinking that Tae-Oh actually liked her. I honestly looked forward to their scenes. AND EVENTUALLY THEY FELL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. AND SHI-AH WANTED TO MARRY TAE-OH IN ONE OF THE LAST FEW EPISODES. THEY WERE SO CUTE. AND WHEN THEY WERE IN THE BUS, AND SHI-AH PLACED HER HEAD ON TAE-OH’S SHOULDER. THERE WERE SO MANY SCENES OF THEM. I WAS GIDDY AND LAUGHING AT THEM ALL. I LOVE THEM. 

I mostly covered the first episode in this review, but that’s just how good this show is. I LITERALLY SPOKE ABOUT THE FIRST EPISODE ONLY, AND THIS IS PROBABLY THE LONGEST REVIEW I’VE DONE. AND ITS ONLY THE FIRST EPISODE (AND SOME SCENES). 

AND! The show had so many inspirational lines, and scenes. I can’t name them as I forgot them, due to the great number of these scenes. But I’m so sure you’ll learn at least one lesson from the show. 

THERE IS EVEN SUSPENSE. I DON’T WANT TO GO INTO DETAIL. BUT THERE IS. AND WOW. I WAS SHOOKT. 

I wish I could talk and fangirl more about this show, but honestly I might as well make a novel (LOL). But, really, I would highly recommend this show to all the kdrama watchers out there. If you’re looking for a fantasy, exciting, suspense, romance, and comedy drama, then most definitely watch this. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS SHOW. 

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