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minachuuu · 3 years

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Something About the Sunshine

❣Something About the Sunshine❣

❤ Pairing: Ryujin x Reader

❤ Genre: Fluff

❤ Word Count: 4.2k

❤ Song Suggestions: Surf & Nobody Like You by Itzy and Something About the Sunshine from Starstruck

Literally everyone but Ryujin found suspicious the amount of times she had been repeating the words 'It's just a friend's trip!' when asked about your upcoming vacation together to California. Her bandmates laughed the first time, but by the twenty-seventh time they were around to hear it they just mockingly imitated Ryujin. They were a hundred percent sure every single employee on JYP knew she was going on a ‘just friends’ trip’.

But it’s not like they didn’t notice how Ryujin’s eyes glow when she’s talking about you, how she messes her hair when somebody asks her about you, or how she goes from the fiercest and bravest person when you are being attacked by a nasty spider minding its business on wall, to the softest and clingiest girl when she cuddles with you on movie nights.

Maybe the ‘it’s just a friend’s trip!’ wasn’t trying to convince anyone, but herself.

The day arrived, and you were sitting in Itzy's living room, waiting for the car to arrive to take you both to the airport.

Yuna sat down by your side eating a tuna wrap, still wearing her night suit and the messiest mane you had ever seen. You were very used to seeing them all like that, since you are really close to Itzy, others have even mistaken you for their manager since you are basically always around them.

“Want some?” The younger girl extended her snack to you courteously, her voice still raspy from being awake so early.

“I’m okay Yuna, thanks!” You tried to hold back a giggle at the sight of Yuna clumsily existing at five o’clock in the morning. “Why are you up so early?”

“Schedules, practices, couldn’t stop thinking about this wrap…” She got lost in her own subconscious as she stared at the piece of food embraced by her hands. “It’s not even mine, but why would someone leave it abandoned in the fridge like that?”

“The car is here!” Ryujin rushed out of her room with her suitcase in hand. She fashioned a huge smile and a weirdly big enthusiasm for this time of the day. “Time to go Y/n!”

You stood from the couch, scrambling the younger girl’s hair to which she just looked at you drowsingly dumbfounded. You both headed towards the door carrying all your luggage.

“Have a nice trip! Bring me a gift, and don’t come back unless you’re dating” She whispered the last part, urgently took another bite of her tuna wrap and a smirk teasingly appeared on her mouth.

The last thing you saw was Ryujin throwing a beanie straight to the younger member’s face before closing the door behind her.

Even though the flight was long, the 12 hours passed swiftly in between naps, movies and little scattered conversations with Ryujin. You could talk about anything all the time and never get tired, but couldn't fail to see something bothering her, deep inside her conscious the entire journey.

After picking up your luggage and grabbing a taxi to your hotel, the effects of hour difference and the hustle of the trip started to dawn on you. And you were both so tired that you failed to realize the room they gave you had only one queen-sized bed. It still wouldn't have bothered you, you both had shared even smaller beds before.

Ryunjin jumped into the bed as one should, patting the side for you to join her. You laid beside her, as she wrapped her arms around you. Both not hesitant to fall in a deep slumber.

The clock marked 7 O'clock, and a little ray of sunshine peeked through the disheveled curtains and rested over your eyes, waking you up with its warmth. You stretched your body grasping your reality, this was not your house and you were not in Korea anymore. Carefully stretching your body, you recognized the presence of the girl beside you. Turning around, you saw her calm and resting expression, the image plastering a smile on your face.

You silently rose from the bed, tip-toeing towards the sunrays. You warily slided open the door to the balcony, being welcomed by the sights of a waking city, illuminated by the dawn of a new day. That's when suddenly you felt a pair of arms surrounding your neck. The familiar embrace made the moment even more special, as you took in your hands those that rested in your chest. You stayed there in a comfortable silence, feeling Ryujin's breath and smile forming against the back of your neck.

"Hey…" Ryujin broke the silence first. "Sorry about what Yuna said back home, she was just-"

You released a light chuckle, finally having the answer to her worries. "I know Yuna, she's not the serious type."

"Yeah…" Even with a weight lifted from her shoulders, Ryujin couldn't help but dwell on the matter. "I guess she was just joking."

"But hey, we didn't come here to be locked down in the hotel room, did we?" You turned around, jokingly punching the other girl's arm. "Let's go!"

"Twelve hours of flying are pretty heavy," She watched your enthusiasm fly as you scattered throughout the room, grabbing some things from your suitcase and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little more and-"

"Oh, c'mon!" You grabbed her by the hand, shaking her mind up. "We'll just go for a walk, grab something to eat. It's not like we're going to Disneyland right now."

"Sounds good to me!" Ryujin didn't hesitate to match your enthusiasm and rushed to get her stuff ready. "Where do we go?"

"Actually…" You fidgeted your hands playfully. "It's a surprise."

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“Venice beach?” Ryujin’s eyes grew as big as the moon. “This is where I-”

“-filmed the Nobody Like You music video!” You both said at the same time.

“Yes!” An eager smile was painted across your face at the sight of the shimmer in the other girl’s eyes. "I thought you might like coming back…”

"And I prefer the company a whole lot more this time!" Her fingers interlaced with yours as she chuckled at her joke. "Please don't tell the girls I said that."

"I'm texting Yeji right away-"

"What, no!" Ryujin threw herself for your phone but you reacted quickly, prompting a whole game of tag for your phone.

"Hi Yejiii-unnieeeee!" You started a voice note at the same time that you tried out-running Ryunjin in the still calm paths of the boardwalk. "The flight was fine and we landed perfectly! The hotel is very cosy and the sight's amazing. But Ryujin just said that she prefers me over yo- AH!"

You felt your body be wanked from the floor, your back landing against the sand. Your phone flew from your hand, and Ryujin dove to reach it, landing beside you. An endless stream of laughter followed, one of those that make your eyes tear and your belly ache. Ryujin made sure the voice note didn't send, but to her bad fortune, Yeji had already listened to it and typed her response:

Glad the trip went alright! And don't worry, we already knew Ryujin prefers you. Not only over us, she prefers you over anything or anyone really.

Ryujin's cheeks flared up as she read the message, the laughter in her disappearing abruptly. She sheepishly handed your phone back, playing nervously with her hair as you read it too.

"Awwww!" You mockingly teased her, wrapping your arms around her head. "Do you really love me that much??"

"I… Well, maybe, yeah- I don't know-" She couldn't even finish a coherent sentence, trapped in between her nerves and your teasing.

You stood up, still giggling at everything that just happened, glaring at the fine line separating the sky from the sea as it shined a light blue with little hints of orange and yellow as the last minutes of sunrise bathed you in their light.

This gave Ryujin a perfect view of you, as your silhouette was perfectly enframed on the sun rays hitting your body. She smiled at the way the sun rested on your soft cheeks, your smile competing against it for the brightest thing in her life.

It started dawning on her, that maybe it was true. Maybe she did prefer you over anything and anyone.

"Care to give me a tour Mrs. Shin Ryujin?" You proposed with a fruity and jestering voice while extending your hand, breaking her daydreaming.

She took your hand as she stood and shook away some sand in her clothes. That Ryujin from the hotel room who wanted to rest and who was a little too much inside her head banished in a matter of seconds, pulling you around the stores and streets she visited with her group mates. You weren't complaining at all, aside from being Ryujin's best friend you were also a huge fan of Itzy. Always present, front row on their performances, shows and even sometimes rehearsals. And there was nothing better than listening to an excited Ryujin showing you around and retelling her memories with the glow in her eyes reflecting all the light of the vibrant place.

You walked among the shops and food stands, halting in front of a familiar stand, with displays full of sunglasses of different shades and shapes. You both tried a thousand different styles after finally deciding on a matching pair. A round dark frame with the crystals tinted to each of your favorite colors. You kept walking along that ally, hands intertwined as you pointed to all of the little details you found along the way.

“And here…” Ryujin smirked teasingly at you, stopping in front of the skate rental where Itzy got theirs when they filmed the Nobody like you MV. “It’s where the fun starts.”

“Oh no.” You pushed her away from you, a nervous but playful giggle escaping your mouth. “There’s no way you’re going to get me on one of those.”

“You asked for the full Itzy Experience Tour didn’t you?” She lowered her new sunglasses to glare at you teasingly.

“I- Yes but…”

“Then it’s time for you to learn how to skate.” She turned around, quickly renting a pair of skateboards from the man tending the local. She came back, holding the skateboards on each hand, handling you one of them with a triumphant smile. “Here Y/n, I even rented the helmet, knee pads and elbow pads in your favorite color, they will match with your glasses!”

“It’s not like I don’t like how they look Ryujin.” You sneered, taking the board on your hands. You examined its weight, hesitating to put it on the ground. “I don’t know how to ride one.”

“Oh I know, I’m going to teach you!” She confidently rejoiced in her talents, as she fastened the safety equipment around her body. “If I was able to make you dance Wannabe, do you think I can’t do this?”

“How many times have you rode one of these?” Ryujin stopped her movement at the question, clearing her throat pretending not to listen to you. “Ryujin-ah…”

“Maybe like…” She stood up, her face trying hard to convey a sense of security but only managing to sound arrogantly sweet. “...Once?”

“That’s it, we’re dying today.” You laughed as you put your safety equipment on, shaking your head in disapproval at yourself, since you still were willing to do anything for the girl in front of you, especially when a hit of her puppy eyes started peeking out of her.

“Okay first, one foot. Straight.” After you were both equipped and ready, she started demonstrating on her own board, stepping with her left foot on the board, turning around to make sure you were following the instructions. You imitated her movements with so much less confidence. "Now, you'll push with your right foot and…"

You only watched baffled, your body refusing to move as she glided through the plaza with no problem. Pleasantly surprised and relieved that she still had the muscle memory to remember how to stay on top of it. A smile emerged in your face at the sight of your bestfriend making an effort to keep herself going, giggles filling the air as she circled you with ease. You took your phone out to capture the moment, and the instant Ryujin noticed the camera, her idol-self came out, acting with charisma at it, flustering you with the winks and smirks she gave to the lenses.

“C’mon, now it’s your turn.” She approached you defiant, confident. Her presence and attitude helped you grab a bit of courage, but not enough to start without a little bit of help.

You innately searched for Ryujin’s hand, not surprised when you realized she was already offering to take yours. You firmly put your left feet on the skateboard, and pushed gently with the right, helping you glide, as the girl beside you jogged at your speed. You tried again, now gaining more speed, and then tried once more. The sea breeze hit your face, rampaging your hair, a big and refreshing change from the city air you were so used to breath all the time back home. Your body flinched at the velocity you were traveling to, but Ryujin didn’t let you fall, her support helping you stay on.

“You have absolutely no permission to let go of my hand Shin Ryujin.” You babbled, holding on for dear life to her hand which was probably the only thing keeping you from falling down.

“You know I never would.” For a moment, all those worries in Ryujin’s head dissipated. You blushed at her words and she smiled at your sun-kissed image.

It had a certain charm for her, you needed her protection and guidance, as she only focused on you staying alive and having fun. You stopped for a while, ecstatic at the thought of still being alive after that.

“You are a very quick learner. Or maybe I’m just an excellent teacher.” Ryujin joked, earning a slap on her arm as she helped you stabilize yourself to get off the board. “I think you're ready to go on your own.”

“I only could do that because you were grabbing on to me!” You whined.

“I’ll be close to catch you if you fall.” Her smile was kind, protective, the kind that made you melt into everything she said. A big part of your friendship was teasing each other non-stop, but when it came to serious matters, there was no one out there you trusted more than Ryujin.

“Promise?” You trembled.

“I promise.”

You, a little bit more confident now, repeated the steps to get over your skateboard and you pushed, gently. When you stabilized your body over the moving board, you repeated but with a stronger push. With a bit more confidence now taking up, you started steering with the weight of your body, your nerves releasing themselves in the form of giggles.

You noticed Ryujin skating close to you, now skillful enough to be focusing you with her phone while gliding around to get some pretty takes and pictures of you. She cheered, a wide grin adorning her face as little wrinkles appeared on the edges of her eyes, the way they did when something made her stupidly happy.

You were so focused on Ryujin’s antics and she was so into you too, that you failed to see a slightly raised sidewalk straight in your path. Ryujin caught a glimpse of it just in time to jump towards you, surrounding your entire body with hers. With her feet landing first in a patch of grass, the scenario of you both flying through the air and landing into concrete was avoided. But thanks to the speed your bodies carried and you not being able to stop them, you still tripped down, Ryujin falling on her back and you right on top of her. You were quick to raise your heads, realizing they were only a few inches away, blood rising, coating your faces in red.

“Maybe I should-” You were quick to get up, no scratches or bruises in sight. Ryujin seemed free of injury too, so you extended your hand to help her up. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry. I’m totally okay.” She took your hand and stood up, fixing her clothes. Her hands instinctively wished to check you, and help you fix yourself too, but a certain tension that filled the air stopped her from doing so. “Are... are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine too.” You responded, fixing your hair yourself and avoiding her glance.

Ryujin went to pick up the skateboards, leaving the silence between you lingering for longer than it should. While walking back, you both caught a glimpse of each other’s eyes, making you release an stressed giggle, easing the ambience around just a bit.

“Let’s take this back and grab something to eat.” Ryujin proposed as you walked side to side back to the skates rental, an strange and awkward quietness encircling your steps.

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You sat cuddled between Ryujin’s arms, the sights of the sea in front of you as you both enjoyed the beach, snacking on some american-flavored chips that you found on a K-mart along the way.

“Close your eyes.” You playfully demanded Ryujin.

“Why, what are you going to do to me?” She asked.

“I’m going to give you one of these flavors randomly and you have to guess which one it is!”

She obeyed, closing her eyes and releasing you from her embrace as you reached for your target. You grabbed one chip from the five bags sitting in front of you and gently placed it on Ryujin’s tongue. She opened her eyes at the instant flavor that filled her mouth, confused and maybe even a bit disgusted.

“Is it really that bad?” Your laugh bursted at her expressions.

“No, it’s just that-'' She kept chewing the chip, her face contorting even more with each second passing. “It’s interesting?”

“That’s what people say when something tastes bad but they don’t want to be rude about it” You kept laughing, looking at her amusingly. “Well, what flavor do you think that was?”

“I’m gonna say…” Her eyes and brows exaggerated her thought process as they playfully moved up and down. “...salt and vinegar?”

“No, Pickle-flavored!” You raised the bad of chips, triumphantly. “I told you these were a bad idea!”

“No! I had some hope for these!” She grabbed the bag from your hands, disappointment in her eyes as she examined the chips closer as if that could magically enhance their flavor for better. Ryujin extended the bag to you. “Here, try one and tell me what you think.”

“After seeing your face? I’ll pass, thanks” You pushed away her hand with the bag and her eyebrows furrowed.

“You can’t make me suffer alone! The chips thing was YOUR idea!” She started throwing one of her usual tantrums, shaking the bag in front of your face now. You kept throwing your head backwards and she answered by leaning in even closer, mumbling her complaints in a cute tone. Neither of you noticed when, but suddenly you found yourself laying under Ryujin. The instant she realized your position, she stopped her fit and the blush in her cheeks flared up.

“You have some-” In your attempt of diffusing the situation, you reached your thumb towards her lips, paralysing even further the girl on top of you. She couldn’t take the flood of ideas invading her mind that the sight of you staring straight at her lips, caressing them gently created.

She quickly sat up, distress all over her face avoiding looking at you as much as possible. You were both just friends, nothing more. Why do those ideas start appearing now? No. Why was Ryujin not able to suppress those ideas now as well as before?

You followed her, looking straight at her conflicted face now being illuminated by the sunset in the horizon. Your hand reached for her chin, gently pulling it to meet your eyes with hers. You felt her breathing halting at the action, to what you offered a delicate smile.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” You skipped the ‘something’s bothering you’ talk, you knew your best friend enough to know she would deny everything, try and cover anything.

“Yes, I know…” Now Ryujin’s eyes were the ones who could decide to rest on your eyes or in your lips, with even more ideas invading her mind. “I just don’t know where to start.”

“Would it help if I start this time?” You smiled even wider, hiding the amount of courage you were trying to gather inside your mind.

Ryujin looked at you perplexed, as she expected you to keep pushing for her to talk but got this instead. She shook her head remembering your question, to which she nodded as an answer.

“It’s not new, I’ve been dealing with all of this for a long time but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. And maybe it’s not even the best time to tell you, giving that there’s an entire vacation together at risk…” You started mumbling, your eyes diverting all around you as your train of thoughts backed up from the enthusiasm.

“Hey…” She used your techniques against you, grabbing your chin and raising it to meet her eyes. Your nervous rambling woke up Ryujin’s protective side, as she now offered you an uneasy smile. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You deadlocked your eyes on her, serious. You jokingly slapped her arm for using your own weapons against you, but like a magnet, the silence between you only called for your eyes to be lost on hers. You couldn’t tell thanks to your nerves, but you were getting your faces closer with each second passing. A deep sigh from Ryujin’s side broke the tension, aided you to gain back your courage, you were going to blurt it out now or nev-

“I like you. Maybe I could even dare say that I love you Y/n.” Ryujin sputtered first, avoiding your eyes. Your breath halted, earning a gasp at the sudden confession, bringing your hands to your open mouth. Your mind was way too shocked to remember how to properly function, paralysed in the moment. At the awkward silence created, Ryujin gathered all her body strength to look back at you, her mind racing a thousand miles per hour to find a way to save the moment. “It’s okay if you don’t return-”

“Shin Ryujin, I was going to tell you that!” You moaned playfully, the entirety of your body relaxing now as you could help painting a huge smile across your face.

“You- what?” It was now her turn to be astonished. Your unusual response made it even more confusing to her, as the scenarios that her head created were of totally different colors from the one presented in front of her. It wasn’t until you stopped nervously giggling and locked eyes with her again that you realized that you had to explain yourself.

“I love you too dummy.” You cupped her hands in yours, happy tears blurring your sight from excitement.

“Oh. OH!” Ryujin’s whole face illuminated as the facts dawned on her, her worries floating away with the sounds of the sea in the background. She released a chuckle as she confidently put her hands around your waist, pulling you closer. “Does that mean I get to-”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You giggled, not even bothering to listen to the rest of her sentence, knowing exactly that what followed was something you’ve waited for a long time.

Ryujin excitedly cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards her. Your lips clashed with urgency, dancing at the rhythm of the tropical music in the background of Venice Beach, earning a smile from both that could only be eased as you joined your lips each time after breathing for air. The warmth of the sun setting in the horizon, filled your bodies from head to toe, as your beating heart took care of the inside.

Time is never the first thing that counts when you’re sure you just found the love of your life, but when you parted your lips again and looked around, the lamp posts started turning on, some neon signs from the stores behind you started coloring the streets. You sighed, resting your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder. A comfortable silence surrounding you both, with everything but your heartbeats synchronized resonating in the air.

“The girls are going to lose their mind when we tell them.” You broke the silence first, sighing at the idea popping in your head.

“We’ll worry about them later.” She laughed as her mind painted the picture too. “Let’s keep this between us for now, we’ll plan a prank in the plane back home. Deal?”

“Deal.” You chuckled at the suggestion, glad that your best friend was back. And even better than before, cause now you get to kiss her whenever you want.

The last rays of sun lighted you both like a spotlight in the end of a show, but what it really felt like was the beginning of the best adventure, by the side of the most amazing person in your life.

#girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy imagines #ryujin imagines #ryujin scenarios #itzy ryujin

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todourouki · 4 years

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congrats on 1k+!! can i request for sfw #14 (domestic life w/ them 🥺) with aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, and shinsou? thank you sm!! i love your works :>

AHHH! thank you so much for this, it means a lot! and ugh this is so cuteeee!

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SFW PROMPT #14: What would living with them be like?

including aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, & shinsou

living with aizawa would be so nice

he’s not a high-maintenance guy

he’s more of a “as long as nothing looks like a piece of shit, we’re good”

matching sleeping bags

the man adores his sleep, i’m sure we all see that

so there’s soft blankets spread over every single couch/lounge-chair incase the two of you decide to nap

every day off, you guys have a tradition on waking up the latest time you possibly could, cooking breakfast together and eating it in bed with a show the two of you are currently binge watching on the tv

aizawa isn’t a bathroom hogger honestly he probably doesn’t even look in the mirror as much as he should

he’s pretty tidy when it comes to leaving his shit where it’s supposed to be

mostly because if he loses it, he knows he’ll be too lazy to look for it and he probably doesn’t have time

the furniture is all monochromatic

i don’t see him as a guy having brightly covered couches in his living room

everything is neutral, black, or white

minimalistic king

due to pure exhaustion all the time, color is out of the question, it reminds him of his students and he hates it but secretly loves it so all of his plates are multicolored

honestly living with aizawa sounds amazing

“Shouta,” you groan, eyes snapped harshly shut die to the light tracing into the room from the now open shades, “close the freaking things.”

Aizawa mumbles right after you, leg kicking the shade he once accidentally lifted with his foot back to where it once was. With the harsh tugs done by his feet, the light in the room finally fleeted away and allowed the comfortable dimness takeover once again.

The Pro-Hero’s arms gripped onto you tighter, nose nuzzled into your neck and bringing your body the kind of warmth necessary within the cold room. “S’go back to sleep, kitten.”

You mustered a smile, eyes still closed and hands running through the silky black hair resting underneath your neck. Mornings with Shouta were always the same— waking up once because of his leg obnoxiously releasing the shades, and both of you falling asleep once again in each other’s embrace.

You felt Aizawa begin to rub your back, fingers twinkling against your bare back soothing you beyond explanation. Within minutes, you felt yourself losing conscience, and you finally drifted back to sleep with the man you loved cradling you with unconscious admiration.

living with todoroki is exactly what you’d think it would be

i don’t mean to say it

but ima say it

this rich bitch has a ton of antique and expensive furniture lying around

mostly because he loves using his dad’s money

you and todoroki are a weird match

because you both love the exact same things

so all the furniture in your home

whether the living room be one color and bedroom be another

it all weirdly goes together because you’re both so good and coordinating shit

like your couch could be fucking orange

and the blue throw-pillows and decorations you cover your living room with just make sense

just like the two of you

living with todoroki means you figure out just how funny he actually is

also just how dense the boy could be

like he’s so sweet but also a little ✨dumb✨

he doesn’t know how to use the laundry machine and he never will don’t change my mind about this

todoroki loved cold soba we all know that

so there is a specific cabinet underneath the sink filled with all the ingredients for making it

that cabinet has to be restocked a lot

usually on days off, shouto would like to sleep in but he knows he just can’t

so if you like to sleep in, he already went out for a run, took a shower, and made you breakfast by the time you wake up

if you like to wake up early/with him, you find yourself either joining his workout or making him a hearty breakfast by the time he gets back

living with todoroki is really sweet bye i’m gonna go cry

“I just don’t understand why I’d have to press so many obnoxious buttons to get it to wash clothes,” he began, his stoic voice staring harshly at the machine infront of him as you stared at him in disbelief, “it isn’t my fault.”

“Shou, you froze the entire machine..” You repeated, a deadpanned expression on your face as you tried your hardest not to laugh.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best at figuring things like this out, he hated to admit it but his family had done a lot for him back home. And sure, he wasn’t a little boy anymore and should probably know how to work a laundry machine, but he was convinced it acted up with him and him only.

“It was giving me a hard time, I didn’t even realize I froze it until I realized the clothes weren’t spinning anymore..” The frown on his face was one you couldn’t help but smile at, the grin taking over your face as you chortled a laugh.

With your empty hand, you gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, his calculating expression trying to decipher the reason certain clothes needed a certain temperature of water. Moments like this made you realize just why you loved Todoroki so much.

bakugou

is a handful

that’s clear to everyone

but living with him, oddly enough, is not

you both have a specific cleaning day

every single sunday morning

and that same night included the two of you watching a movie and having loud in-depth character analysis debate every single time

you both have special cooking days (he has more but it’s ok bc he won’t say it but he absolutely loves cooking for you)

bakugou has been through a lot, my baby

so consistency is something he depends on

he nearly breathes for it

routine is everything in your household, being something you grew accustomed to as well even if it’s not what you’re used to

every day you’d wait for him to get back home on the plush couch in the living room

so that way you’re the first thing he sees when he gets home, as well as a platter of his favorite food for the night and his fav tv show on the tv

he feels like he’s walking into heaven every single day

and depending on your schedules, you get the same thing when you get home if he beats you to it

a show/anime you’re trying to finish, the food you’ve begged him to make, and your loving boyfriend/husband lounged against the couch waiting for your arrival

you both wake up early— sorry, even if you don’t want to

bakugou doesn’t give a single fuck, he will wake you up and force you to either workout with him or start your day with him

on his days off though, you both sleep in until the afternoon

there’s literally no inbetween with your schedules

you’re both either up and ready to go by 8am or finally getting up to brush your teeth at 3pm

“How many times do I have to tell you— the real villain was not Sharpay, but Gabriella!” Your voice boomed, staring at your boyfriend who looked at you as if you had four heads.

“Babe, with all due respect, you’re a fucking idiot!” He retaliated just as aggressive and firm as you. “How can you say that when she’s such a bitch?!”

The credits of the movie you just watched played in the background, popcorn kernels pushing into the skin you had sprawled against your boyfriend. The pink reflected across your shirtless boyfriend, his ears beginning to redden due to the volume of his voice.

“Gabriella walked into that high school and literally stole everything Sharpay worked for,” you retorted, the straw you were drinking from entering your lips as you took a quick sip of the soda, “that’s being a bitch!”

He opened his mouth, signaling you to throw one of the Swedish Fish candies into his mouth and you did. With a laugh, you continued to throw food into one another’s mouth over and over throughout the argument.

“Maybe you resonate with Sharpay so much because you’re both bitches.” He snickered, dodging a pillow that fleeted your side of the couch and into his side by your right hand.

A gasp slipped your lips, narrowing your eyes at his tall figure and shoving a candy down your throat after his words, “maybe that’s why you love me, cause you’re a bitch too.”

living with shinsou >>>> breathing

shinsou is a gamer idc

there’s a playstation in both your room and your living room for game nights

yes

you guys had a game night

every single friday you guys would sit in nothing but (shinsou’s) t-shirt, and underwear and play nothing but video games all day

you usually end up falling asleep when the sun begins to come up, always taking saturday’s off no matter what for the occasion

you both are clean

being too lazy just like aizawa to have to find it if it’s misplaced

the bedroom look the best bc shinsou gets tired of monochromatic things and you hate living in a boring setting

so the two of you’s aesthetic shines through the room

if you cook, then please know food us up to you

if you can’t cook

money is spent 90% of the time on take out

because shinsou can’t cook for shit i don’t care

sometimes people wonder how it is you both manage to go to work and have a coherent sleeping schedule

and the reason is

aside from shinsou’s clinical insomnia )-:

that the two of you are absolute dumbasses

you spend all day doing homework if one of you is in college

or doing the work that needs to be done if you have just a job

and after that?

it’s just cuddling, gaming, struggling to cook, ordering take out, and eventual sleeping when you both realize you’re both past a point of ni return

most of the time though, you both manage to sleep

it’s more surprising for shinsou though bc he could never sleep properly if he’s alone

the two of you live together in GTA

also, I canon that Shinsou loves watching The Office so you guys binge watch the fuck out of that

living with shinsou is living with a bestfriend that is a civilized adult at certain times that you can cuddle and make out with

a girl can only dream <3

The sound of the console played through the room, your focused face watching the screen in front of you intently. The feeling of the bed moving along side every tap of the controller in your boyfriend’s hands trembled your limbs, your eyes being too locked on the screen to even maintain a balance.

“Go to the left, the left!” You pointed out, your legs sprawled across your boyfriend’s chest as he rested his body horizontally underneath yours.

“I know..” His voice was enough to show you he was focused, his eyes barely blinking as he followed your command and moved the character closer towards the left.

As gun shots erupted through the room, all you could see were flashes of red across the screen and players who had been attacked in Shinsou’s frenzy dead against the floor.

Exhilaration ran through your veins as finally killed the last person, the feeling of his body tending under you making you smile in happiness. You had both been trying to beat this level for weeks and you finally did it, exciting you to no limit.

The phrase “victory” strobed against the screen, making the two of you cheer in happiness at the time being well spent. He landed a big fat kiss on your cheek, pulling you in by the string in your hoodie and pressing you against him.

“Let’s beat some more ass in this next round, huh doll?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

#headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #aizawa x reafer #aizawa x reader #todoroki x reader #aizawa #shinsou #todoroki #1kfollowersnight #heillysreqs

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bl597 · 4 years

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Hello! I just found your blog and I loved your writing 💜 Idk if I can request something? Like the reader forgot her clothes or ruin them, wanted to lend some from Ginny but she is smaller so ends up using Fred's, he is shooked, flustered, and happy. All fluffy and stuff. Thanks 💜💜💜

hello, sweetie! thank you sooooooo much 💞💞 of course you can, feel free to request as many imagines as you want to! I hope you enjoy it, sorry it took me so long to post it! 💖

warnings: fluff yay, kind of gender neutral!reader (?), it got a little small (sorry), english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! requests are open!!

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Ginny, your best friend, had invited you to stay at the Burrow during your summer break, and you, of course, accepted it. You loved the family of redheads as if it was your own, and loved to stay at the Burrow. It had been almost two weeks since you arrived and you and the 'kids' were having lots of fun together.

You, Ginny, Ron, the twins, Harry, Bill and Charlie were playing quidditch, and Molly (as she told you to call her), Hermione and Arthur (as he also told you to call him) were cheering for you all. It was funny to play with them, since you were competitive little shits and didn't want to lose, so you all made a bet: the team that loses has to degnome the garden, and no one wanted to do it.

Your team lost and you had to degnome the garden right after the game because the twins wouldn't let you guys live if you didn't do it as soon as possible. After about an hour or so, Molly told you all to take a shower so you could eat something. You and Ginny went first and the boys went after.

You were with Ginny in her room, looking for something comfortable to wear. Frowning, you turned to her “Hey, Ginny, could you borrow me a shirt? Mine are dirty.”

“Sure” she said, looking for a shirt in her wardrobe. She then handed you a white shirt and you thanked her, putting it on but pouting when you realised it was too small and too tight for you “Do you want me to look for some other?” she asked.

“Yes, please” you nodded, smiling at her and folding the shirt, putting it where it was again.

She then left the room and you sat down on the bed, waiting for her to return. After a few minutes she came back with a bigger shirt, handing it to you with a small smirk. You thanked her, finding her a little suspicious but just ignoring it.

The shirt was big and really comfortable, it smelt like the Burrow and a weirdly familiar cologne, but you couldn't identify where you had smelt it before. When you turned to her, she was smiling widely at you, practically beaming with pride. You opened your mouth to ask why she was like this, but Mrs Weasley's voice interrupted you, calling you two to tell you dinner is ready. Ginny then dragged you downstairs with her, the smile as big as always.

The first person you saw was Ron, who looked at the shirt you were wearing and then at Ginny, mouthing something like 'is that his shirt?', to which Ginny nodded excitedly. Ron then left, smirking at your confused face. You turned to Ginny, ready to ask her what the hell was that when you were interrupted once again, this time by George.

“Look what we have here.” he said smirking while placing an arm around your shoulder. “So you liked Freddie's shirt, uh, (Y/n)?”

“What?” you asked, already feeling your face getting hot.

“Hey, Fred! I've found your shit!” he yelled to his twin, who just entered the room. When he locked eyes with you, his face became as hot and red as his hair, just like your face was and he lowered his head to avoid your curious eyes, with what looked like a shy smile on his lips.

“Ginny!” you exclaimed, blushing furiously.

But when you turned around to face her, she was smirking. She then cupped her ear, as if she heard something “Oh, sorry, mom just called me and George to help her. Have fun, you two” she said, pulling George by his arm so he could follow her, they both giggling.

You and Fred stayed quiet, too embarrassed to say something or look at each other. You glanced at him, noticing he was shirtless, but then you quickly looked away, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable, focusing on the roof instead. “So,” you shyly spoke “why are you shirtless?"

“Because you're with my shirt” he said, chuckling.

“Oh.” you looked at his face, an apologetic half smile on your face. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was yours. I can ta-”

“No, it's okay” he cut you off “It's okay, you can stay with it. I'll just find another one.”

“Okay, then.” you smiled at him “Now, if you excuse me, I'll kill your sister right now.”

“I'll put some clothes on before mom catches me and then I can help you” he winked, climbing the stairs to go to his room, leaving you a blushing mess.

After that day, you and Fred were kind of awkward with each other, and whenever you two were alone, there was this uncomfortable silence. Like, he made a few jokes but it just felt weird. Ginny and George didn't stop teasing the shit out of you two ever since then, always nudging you when he entered the room or vice versa.

It was kind of boring, actually. You really liked spending time with the twins, especially Fred, but now you couldn't say anything without making the situation awkward. The fact that you always remembered that moment also didn't really help, since all you could think about was Fred's face when he saw you in his shirt. His face was as red as his hair and he was looking down, but there was still that small smile on his face that made you wonder a lot. Was he trying to hide his laugh? Or was he actually smiling?

The thought that he probably was smiling made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You didn't really want to admit it to yourself, but you may or may not have feelings for the redhead). It was obvious to anyone who looked at you whenever Fred was around; you were a blushing and stuttering mess, and could barely function like a normal human being. Ginny – and honestly the whole castle – knew about your 'secret' feelings for her old brother, she noticed the not-so subtle stares you sent Fred's way everytime you were in the same room and she was sick of watching her brother doing the exact same thing with you, so that was why she and George came up with the 'shirt plan'.

You were now sitting with Ginny and Hermione on the Burrow's garden, just admiring the beautiful sunset in front of you. Hermione then nudged Ginny with her elbow, raising her brow at the redhead with a look that you didn't really understand, which made you furrow. Ginny then nodded, the same diabolic smile on both their faces.

“Mione, I just remembered something! We have to do that... thing! Yeah, that thing! Remember?” she exclaimed, already getting up. “Let's go!”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, the thing!” Hermione said, quite awkwardly, getting ready to leave with Ginny.

“Can I go too?” you asked, looking at them whilst pouting.

“No, sorry” Ginny said “It's..”

“A thing for only two people! Sorry, (Y/n/n)” Hermione quickly cut her off, giving you an apologetic smile before dragging Ginny with her, whispering something you couldn't hear.

You sighed, enjoying the view anyway. You stayed like that for a few minutes, the sunlight kissing your skin, its warmth making you feel a little less cold. Despite being summer now, the night breeze was really cold, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket or a jumper like Hermione told you to.

After a minute or two you heard footsteps quietly approaching you, then the person sat down next to you without saying anything, just enjoying the beautiful view. You saw the messy red hair sitting beside you, his blue sweater with a large yellow 'F' on it made you realise who it was.

“Aren't you cold?” his deep voice brought you back to reality and you blinked at him, shaking your head slowly. “Are you sure?”

“I'm fine, Fred” you answered shyly, still not looking directly at him.

He didn't say anything and you two fell in an almost comfortable silence for the first time ever since the 'shirt plan'. You then felt something on your shoulders, something soft and that made you warm up. Looking down, you saw a jacket that you recognized as his and it smelt exactly like that shirt, Fred's scent was intoxicating and you swore you could never get enough of it.

“Nice view, don't you think?” he asks whilst turning to face you and smiling.

“Yeah.” you nodded “The sun is amazing, especially at this time of the day.”

“The sun is beautiful too, but I prefer another view” he said quietly, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

“And what is that?” you asked shyly, seeing his face lit up and a smirk replace his smile.

“You.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you never found the right words. What were you supposed to do at this moment? You didn't even need to see yourself in a mirror to know that your face is just as hot and red as fire now, and you were pretty sure he definitely noticed it, the playful smirk on his face confirming your suspicions.

“Oh” was all you managed to say. You mentally face palmed yourself, embarrassed by your lack of coherent answers. “Thank you?”

He laughed quite loudly, throwing his head back. You confusedly looked at him, silently asking what was so funny and he just shook his head, still giggling. “You're weird.” he replied between giggles, giving you a big smile.

“That's really rude of you, did you know that?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“I meant it in a good way, love”

You crossed your arms, huffing, and turned to watch the sunset that was now almost gone. The sky was a beautiful mix of orange and pink shades and it looked like a real life painting. You were too focused on the beautiful sky in front of you that you didn't even notice Fred's silly smile, looking at you in awe.

“So, someone told me you have feelings for me. Is that true, (Y/l/n)?” he asked in a playful tone, slowly inching closer to you.

“Who told you that?!” you exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes “It was Ginny or George, wasn't it? Oh, I'll kill them!”

“Maybe” he quietly spoke before smirking again “Well, I might return these feelings.”

“What?!”

“You heard me the first time” he playfully rolled his eyes “Can you confirm if the rumors are true?”

“Which rumors?” you stuttered, blushing.

“That we have a date next week”

“What?!”

“You're not as smart as I thought you were” he joked “I was asking if you wanted to go on a date next week? With me?”

You only nodded, not trusting your own voice to say anything at the moment. He smiled widely at you before turning back to the sky in front of you two, you both watching it silently, just enjoying each other's company.

You smirked when you heard whispers a few feet behind you, whose voices you recognized as Ginny, Hermione and George's excitedly cheering that their little 'plan' worked.

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pixelwisp-archive · 3 years

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i want more orimakki 😩 !!! pls answer these q's i rly wanna know 🥺

Flora I love you so MUCH oh my god thank you for feeding me TT-TT (also I'm ABSOLUTELY SENDING THIS BACK FOR YOU AND OSAMU I WANNA KNOWWWW)

I’m gonna answer these Interview style because it sounds fun to do and because I can😌

This ended up taking me SO long because, per usual, I got way too carried away lmao I'm so sorry

Makki is blue and I'm orange! (Interviewer is red lmao)

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

“Ori, for sure”

“I’m bad at making them though, so I make Hiro make them for me”

Makki looks at her like😒 and she laughs - he bites back a smile.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

"Hiro, for sure - I get a little weird about physical affection"

"She hates me"

"That's not true bub, you're just so hot"

"Thanks babe, I think you're pretty cute too"

Ori rolls her eyes and elbows him. "Next question"

3. Who has awful taste in music?

*simultaneously* "Hiro" "Me"

4. Who is the meme lover?

"I run a relatively popular account on instagram"

"I wake up every day to at least 30 new memes that he's spammed my phone with"

5. How did their second date go?

Ori starts laughing as Makki groans.

"He tried to take me to a park for a picnic-"

"Listen it would have been romantic but there was this fucking-"

"raccoon coming to grab our food-"

"and of course Ori is a dumbass ("HEY") and was ready to pet the literal wild animal ("he was so cute :(") so I tried to like shoo it away but-"

"It bit him and we ended up just sharing a cheese stick in the hospital"

"It was a disaster, to say the least"

"It's still one of my favorite dates, though"

"You just like seeing me in pain"

Ori laughs. "Not True!"

6. How many children do they want/have?

"17"

"absolutely not"

"we've talked about having two, maybe three"

"with a couple years in between. Gotta make sure they bully each other. It's important for character growth"

"We'll be sure to bully the oldest so they're not a weirdo like their mom"

Ori nods in agreement.

7. Who hides the weapons?

"I have a knife collection, does that count? I keep them in a display case on the wall"

8. Who is the better dancer?

Makki laughs. "Oh, me for sure"

"YOU?"

"Have you seen your dancing babe?"

"Have you seen YOUR dancing? What the hell is this?" *imitates this god awful windmill move*

"...okay, valid. We're both bad."

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

"We're not married, marriage is for chumps."

Makki sighs. "We're not married *yet*."

"Gross, tryna tie me down stinky?"

"Been trying for years, bub"

Ori blushes, and looks away to hide her smile.

"...maybe"

Makki grins and leans in. "What?"

"I said maybe. I just-"

"I know, baby. Maybe is all I need."

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

"My parents are in love with Ori."

"My parents love him too!"

"Even your dads?"

"Yeah, my dads love you"

"Your step dad doesn't seem to like me much"

Ori furrows her brows. "which one?"

"I'm sorry, did you say 'which one?'"

"Oh, sorry. I have three dads. My mom, my dad, and then their husbands"

"I don't know, your mom's husband doesn't seem like he's warmed up to me"

"It took him years to even warm up to me. He shared his pot roast recipe with you, remember? that was his seal of approval"

Ori giggles while Makki looks at her suspiciously but eventually mumbles "if you say so"

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

"She clowns the shit out of me whenever I try"

Ori laughs. "I'm sorry I just don't know how to act when I'm embarrassed"

"I'm trying to woo you, not embarrass you, you jackass"

"*woo* me?!" Ori cackles

"I don't know why I even try"

(She goes up to him later, and takes his face in her hands, her demeanor more serious than before

"Hey, bub. You know I don't mean *you* embarrass me right? I just get awkward about affection"

He sighs and nuzzles into her palm

"I know you didn't, it's ok. I just love you too much sometimes, and its hard to reel it in"

"I love you too. So so much"

"I am gonna ask you to marry me someday. You know that?"

"I know, and my simp ass is gonna say yes. How gross is that"

Makki rolls his eyes, a smile on his face

"So gross")

12. How did they get together?

"We danced around each other for like 2 years"

"it was painful"

"Iwaizumi finally beat the confidence into me enough to kiss her"

"I don't know that you ever actually asked me out"

"Really? Oh, well then, wanna date?"

"Nah, you're a little weird"

"Damn ok, guess I'll call Mattsun" Ori laughs

13. Who asked the other to get married?

*more gagging noises while Makki sighs*

"It'll be me, clearly"

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

"Hiro. 100%"

"Hey, you stay up late too!"

"I know, but my jokes are always funny"

"rude"

15. Who is the nerd?

"Oh my god it's Ori"

"Hey, I converted you, fellow nerd. plus, you have a knife collection - if that's not nerd shit idk what is"

"touché"

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

"Hiro"

"Did you know that penguins have knees?"

"I do now"

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

"Hiro! His fingers are better suited for the weaving, I have weirdly small hands"

"Hey, I like your hands"

"Awh, babe<3"

18. Who likes to read?

"I do! If I'm not reading a physical book I'm always reading something on my phone!"

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Makki grins, pointing to himself while Ori shoots him a playful glare

20. Who tutors the other?

"Hiro is actually wicked smart. He an invaluable study buddy"

"Ori is the definition of a bimbo"

"Nah I'm the shebo, I'm not hot enough to make bimbo status"

"Excuse me? Consensus says you are both very hot AND definitely belonging in the bimbo category"

"Consensus? What consensus"

Makki smiles, a little too innocently. "Group Chat"

"Oh my god"

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

"Ori enjoys literally everything so it's really easy to find common ground"

"We change it up a lot, but we're usually end up with either a horror movie or we binge an anime"

22. How do their personalities compliment each other?

"We're both fucking weirdos"

"Yeah, and Hiro's calm complements my loud - he grounds me when I need it"

"goes both ways - I get loud too. Feelings are loud sometimes and that's ok"

Ori snorts. "Ok, dr.phil"

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

"Is like, texting them an option?"

"We'll take em' out for breadsticks or something"

"Oh lets have them open up like a lil onesie, our moms would die"

Ori laughs "What's it gonna say on it"

"'You're both grandmas now. Congrats, you old bitches'"

Ori wheezes, folding in on herself in her seat

"That's so fucking stupid, we are absolutely doing that"

24. Who has better fashion sense?

"Look at us. Look at how we're dressed"

"There are holes in my shirt"

"and that's his nice shirt"

"In my defense, it had holes when I bought it"

"So holes are fashionable now?"

"Apparently"

"Hobo chic"

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

"Ori is a doormat-"

"RUDE"

"-Lemme finish babe - until it comes to her people. If someone's rude to me she is ready to throw hands in seconds flat"

"damn straight...would you fight for me?"

"Of course. you think I wouldn't?"

"Just making sure<3"

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

"EVERYTHING"

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Ori perks up "Flora and Osamu!!! I love the both of them so much, they're so cute together too"

"They're great people, plus Osamu gives us free food and honestly, what else do you need in a friend"

Ori slaps Makki's shoulder "Stop acting like you only like Osamu for his cooking"

"I'm only kidding!"

28. Who likes to prank the other?

"Ori does this thing where she'll do something nice for me and then go "get pranked!" when I notice"

"I do indeed do that"

"I am not kind. Sometimes I'll just, buy an air horn. And press it. while she's asleep."

Ori glares at Makki

"he does indeed do that"

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

"I do"

"He's alwaysss taking pictures, but I hate getting my picture taken and he's super respectful of that"

"...yeah"

(Later, when Ori's stepped out for a minute

"I do take pics of her. She doesn't know it but I do"

Makki starts to show off an album full of candids of Ori

Makki sighs, a soft smile on his face "She's so pretty"

"Don't tell her about this please, she'll murder me")

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

"Oof"

"That's what you'd say? Oof?"

"It's an oof for you. stuck? with me? forever?"

"you doofus, there's no one else I'd rather have"

"you little fucker, you're gonna make me cry"

makki laughs and squeezes her hand "love you stinky"

Ori sniffles "Yeah I love you too I guess"

31. Where would they live?

"right now we live in an apartment in Osaka-"

"but eventually we wanna by a house. We're thinking of going back home to Miyagi"

"We miss the small town atmosphere"

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

"oh my god, a little shoulder dragon would be so cute"

"ok but imagine how much money we'd save with something we could ride to work"

"shit, you're so right"

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

"There are types of vampires?" looks to Makki, Makki shrugs

"Is dying an option?"

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

"we do themed couple ones but like, not sexy ones"

"yeah, like for instance our friends went as a fireman and his girl was a dalmation, and we were-"

"bob ross and his panting!"

"...she was bob ross"

"this year I'm trying to get him to dress as mothman so I can dress up as a lamp"

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

"Ori loves chicken to the point where it's almost concerning"

"Hiro likes cream puffs"

"No no, they're Profiteroles"

"they're the same thing babe"

"but profiteroles sound so much fancier"

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

"The usual"

"Babe, baby-"

"stinky, fuckass-"

"bubs-"

"doofus, dumbass, nerd"

"nothing crazy"

37. How do they cheer each other up?

"I swear to god he's a psychic - he always knows exactly what I need. Sometimes I need space, sometimes I just need a hug, other times he'll have a whole self care night in prepared for me when I get home"

"Ori always knows what to do. She's not a snuggler but she will let me hold her for hours if it meant making me feel better. Honestly most of the time she holds me because - well, boobs"

"Takahiro!"

Makki laughs and jerks away as she pinches his side

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

"I think we're not too bad. We hold hands, I'll give her the occasional kiss. She lets me wrap my arm around her sometimes"

"These questions are making me feel like a bad girlfriend. Let? :("

"hush, you're the best. You think I'd stick around if you were a bad girlfriend? Do you know how obsessed with you I am? The boys clown me for never shutting up about you even after all this time"

*Ori buries her face in her hands to hide the blush* "Oh my god you're so lame"

"That's her way of saying she loves me too :)"

39. How old were they when they got together?

"I was 22, Ori was 20"

"holy shit, almost four years?"

"Yep"

"wow"

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

"Me!"

"She's done it before. She named her Ripley"

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

both start cackling "Absolutely not. We can try but it would be a disaster"

42. What is their song?

"Oh its-"

Castaways from the Backyardigans starts playing from Makki's phone as he grins.

"-our song is not Castaways, Hiro"

"It could be. We could decide it is right now"

"We are not making our song Castaways"

"oh c'moooonnnnn, it's a bop!"

Ori laughs "Its-"

"Your song by Elton John. It was playing when we kissed for the first time"

Ori covers her smile with her hand, her eyes soft as she looks at Makki

43. What does their room look like?

"A mess right now, Ori had to find an outfit for today so there are clothes everywhere"

Ori grins sheepishly

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

"Hiro would probably do the killing, I would be moral support"

"I dunno babe, I think if you snapped you could totally become a badass"

"You think so?"

"Hell yeah, I've seen you get mad at Mattsun enough times to know you can get scary as hell when you wanna"

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

"we've done it for each other, it depends on the day to be honest"

46. Who loves kids more?

"Ori"

"But the kids LOVE Hiro so much its crazy, and he's so good with them"

"I like kids well enough but they're so rude and for what"

"I find their lack of filter funny!"

"If you ever feel your ego is too big, just talk to a seven year old. They'll drag to hell and back with no hesitation"

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

"I dunno. Do you?"

"No. Do you?"

"Nope"

"Cool"

48. What are their favourite colours?

"Hiro's is this very specific red color"

"Ori doesn't have one, it changes all the time"

"this is true"

49. Who likes to cook?

"Oh I love cooking!"

"She does majority of the cooking but we sometimes cook together"

"he is utter chaos in the kitchen but we always have a good time, even if he make my blood pressure go through the roof"

50. Who is the forgetful one?

"Hey Ori, what'd you have for breakfast this morning."

"I- um. An Iced Coffee?"

"Final answer?"

"....yes"

"Bzzzt. Wrong. You had cereal :)"

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

"I don't mean to brag, but I've taken Tai chi lessons"

"Babe, you signed up for those lessons after we binged Avatar, and you only went to four of those classes before quitting because it was too hard"

"Those four lessons taught me enough to kick someone's ass for you though"

Ori laughs "I'm sure they did"

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

"We have this tradition of going to the store and each of us take turns blindly picking out snacks, pajamas, and either a movie/video game/or craft project and we stay in and have a little pamper day"

"we also absolutely RAID the store next day when the candy is half off"

53. Who swears more?

"We both swear a lot to be honest"

"Oh my god we're so bad"

54. Who has the better comebacks?

"Hiro, 100%"

"Ori is quick too though"

"But you go right for the jugular"

"I'm not mean to you though"

"Oh no! I just mean with others, like Oikawa - you drag that man within an inch of his life"

Makki laughs "Oh ok yeah that's fair"

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

"Me. Like I said, Ori is a doormat. She is so afraid of confrontation someone could literally spit on her and she'd apologize to them"

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that"

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

"Hiro says he does them ironically, but I'll be reading something on my phone and he'll start asking me obscure questions, and then I realize he's trying to get me to build a smoothie so he can find out with 'Desperate Houswife' I am"

"She got Gabrielle"

"Which isn't even accurate, I'm totally more of a Susan"

"You have some of Gabrielle's spice, though"

"What did you get?"

"Me? oh, I got Lynette"

"kinda accurate, actually"

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

"I am, she makes fun of me but I know she loves it"

"I do, honestly"

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

"I do!"

59. Who can rap better?

"oh god, neither of us"

"speak for yourself"

"go on babe, rap for them"

"...well I can't right now"

"exactly"

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

"I'd be down"

"I love the idea of it but oof, I'm too chicken shit"

61. What do they usually text about?

Makki pulls out his phone

"'hey babe, we're out of eggs' - that was Ori"

"'dog' - with a pic attached of said dog, that was from me"

"11/10, 'I hope he knows what a good boy he is', that was Ori's response"

"Then Ori ranted to me about Uraraka's character development"

"the wasted potential is appalling"

"absolutely it is. 3 hours later, from me - 'I forgot eggs'"

62. Who is the dramatic one?

"me, for sure"

"She's self aware though so its not so bad"

63. Is either one confrontational?

"Not really? We both avoid confrontation whenever possible. If something needs to be said though, I don't really have any reservations about it"

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

"Me as the big spoon, I much prefer holding him I think, its less hot that way"

"Plus, boobs :3"

Ori groans as Makki laughs "I hate you"

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

"Ooooh thats a toughie, we listen to so much"

66. What are their parenting styles?

"I tend to be the bad guy"

"That's not true!"

"Why do you think kids like you better? I'm the one who makes them eat veggies for a snack and you bribe them with ice cream"

"I promise we'll share the bad guy role when we have our own"

Ori narrows her eyes at Makki, sticking her tongue out at him "we better"

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

"Hiro, I get wound like a fucking top sometimes"

"You stress easily, but its ok, when you're stressed you get mean and its kinda hot"

"I'm glad my breakdowns are sexy to you"

Makki laughs "You know that's not what I meant"

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

"Ehh, neither of us really"

"not our jam"

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

"...do you?"

"....no"

"That was suspish"

"I'm sorry did you just say 'suspish'?"

"don't change the subject! what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!! I swear"

"Pinky?"

"Pinky"

(later, while Ori's out of the studio, he shows a picture of the ring to the camera.

"So, yeah. There is one secret. I'm really bad at lying though so let's not put me on the spot like that anymore please" The man looks d a m p with sweat lmao)

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

"FLOSAMU, 100%. We're overdue too, I miss them!"

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

"Generously"

"If you don't tip you're a jackass"

72. How do they work out a fight?

"Communication is key. We often give each other the silent treatment but it usually is just to clear our heads so we can come back to talk it out"

"He's so mature when it comes to our relationship. The way he takes charge when I'm flailing and don't know what to do or how to proceed is so sexy" Ori starts fanning herself as if to emphasis her point, a teasing grin plastered on her face

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

"Hiro will bring anything home if it's injured. It could be a snake and if he's worried its hurt I will come home to it in the bath"

"you gotta save the animals, babe"

"Most people would call a wildlife facility though, not take them to their tiny city apartment"

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

"I sleep on the left! I don't think either of us are particularly picky about it though"

"We usually wake up sprawled anyway with no clear sign of where we were before"

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

"There's a picture someone took of us dancing at a wedding. Ori is mid laugh in that photo and she's just - shit, she's so pretty."

"Hiro what the fuck why are you so sappy today"

"I dunno - I just think you're neat"

Ori's lips tremble a tiny bit. She sniffles. "It's my favorite photo too."

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

"Oh my god-"

"Okay-"

"SHE TAKES FOREVER"

"OKAY, LISTEN-"

"SHE ONLY GOES ON TIKTOK WHEN SHE GOES TO THE BATHROOM"

"I JUST GO THROUGH MY NOTIFICATIONS"

"SHE IS NEVER - STOP HITTING ME - SHE IS NEVER QUICKER THAN 30 MINUTES"

"YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC"

"DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SHOWERS"

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

"Hiro, I kinda keep to the stuff I know, while he's constantly adding new music"

78. What movie did they first see together?

"Uhhh I think it was-"

"It was Princess Mononoke, you were appalled when I said I hadn't seen it yet"

"Honestly I still am. How do you go through 20 years of your life without having seen Princess Mononoke?" Ori shrugs

79. What do they like to see each other in?

"nothing"

"not sure what I expected, really"

"I mean was there really any other answer?"

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

"Oh god. Both of us. We are so terrible"

"Sometimes Ori will nudge me if I'm being especially bad but she is usually the one egging me on because there is nothing cuter than her trying to hold in a laugh"

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

"We started talking about it a few months ago"

"It wouldn't be any time soon either, its just discussing the topic so we know where each of us stand"

"Yeah, there's still a lot for us to figure out"

"Like, you know, finances and getting married and stuff"

Ori bites her lip "...yeah, and stuff."

82. What do they love about each other the most?

"It's probably a cop out to say everything"

"please, you don't love everything, I'm a mess"

"but you're MY mess" Ori smiles and kicks him playfully

"This is going to sound super cheesy, but I just love his heart? He's loves so loudly and so wholly. With everyone and everything around him. He's just such a good person and it's insane to think he somehow chose to be with me, a human dumpster"

"You were so romantic until you called yourself a dumpster"

"It was getting too soft, I gotta keep my bruh girl reputation"

"You're such a dork"

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

"I think we're both kind of big picture people"

"No, babe, you are obsessive over minute details"

"No I'm not!"

"Everything takes you twice as long because you are constantly quadruple checking if its ok"

"..."

"and you get so stressed when you're given a project or a problem that's even the tiniest bit vague"

"well, I-"

"And don't even get me started on when you're cleaning, you always take forever because you go through every single item you've ever owned even if you know you're gonna toss or keep it"

"Okay, I feel really attacked right now" Makki laughs

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

"I usually go with a tried and true mixture of sappy and funny. I post a couple photo of us that I like or just a standalone of him and I give a cute little snippet talking about how lucky I am"

"Every year I just go on a rant about how much I love her. I'm always overwhelmed on anniversaries so I keyboard smash my way through the post."

85. Who is bad at math?

"Me, I don't understand any of it. Hiro is actually pretty good at it though"

86. Who googles everything?

"I've caught her trying to google where her glasses are"

"OKAY to be FAIR I was googling to see what the most likely places would be, it was just to give me ideas"

"And where were they?"

"*sigh* in the fridge"

"why?"

"because I was on autopilot and I assumed it was the butter"

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

"Oh, me. Ori does sometimes but she always regrets whatever she impulse did"

"its normally shopping and then I'm sad because I'm broke again"

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

"honestly? We learned this the hard way, but...just being there, letting them know they can lean on you when they need to. Being a pillar and giving them the space and comfort to let them tell you what they need and how you can help. Communication is so important in a relationship"

"You said you learned that the hard way? What do you mean by that?"

Ori and Makki share a look

"It's a long story. Another time, maybe"

89. What is an inside joke they have?

They both immediately start laughing

"Are you also thinking-"

"Yes! What about-"

"*incoherent wheezing*"

"well there's the-"

"or the-"

"oh my god remember-"

all the sentences go unfinished, laughter dissolving any chance of you ever figuring any of them out.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

"I think its mutual, sometimes we will literally just look at each other and we'll smile without even realizing it."

"We're so gross"

"Ugh, I know." But they smile at each other

91. What is their favourite holiday?

"New years! Christmas is always nice but its stressful with gift giving. New years is always stress free and a good time, plus Ori loves visiting the shrines the next day"

"It's so peaceful, and seeing everyone pay their respects fills me with an overwhelming appreciation for humanity."

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

Ori pouts.

"I'm the angry one. I know I am. I'm a menace"

"You're not a menace babe, you just feel a little more than others"

"Are you like high right now or something? What has got you so wise and therapist-y"

"Love." Makki wiggles his eyebrows as she scoffs, her soft giggles betraying the eye roll

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

"Clue!"

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

"Okay, it's me, it's happened more than once too"

"She doesn't know the first thing about safety in the kitchen"

"I want to argue so bad but I just know I can't" she sighs

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

"I'm robbing. Ori would get distracted"

"valid"

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

"Mother Mother"

"It was INSANE"

97. Who sleep talks?

"Hiro does" Ori starts giggling, pulls up the sleep app on her phone

"Wanna listen?"

98. Who is the more social one?

"Oh, me, definitely. She is more talkative but Ori rarely initiated conversation with new people or if she's in a new environment at all"

99. What are their karaoke songs?

"I have to be absolutely trashed before we even attempts Karaoke but we do a duet and its either Bohemian Rhapsody or one of our cheesy love songs"

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

"Hiro!! He does it all the time and I love him for it"

"Awh, love you too babe"

"And that's a wrap!"

Makki looks at Ori, grabbing her hand and instinctively intertwining their hands together. "Ready to go, stinky?"

Ori smiles, bringing their entangled hands up to lips as she presses a soft kiss to his skin.

"Ready."

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #flora #this was so fun and it took me SO LONG because i decided to make it stupid complicated lmao #but I'm so happy with it its cheesy as hell and I don't even care lmao #thank you for sending this in flora!! sweet angel you are too good to me :D<3

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so due to quarantine ive had nothing to do but think of hc so here is one of my favorites! Steve hates shopping for clothes, he gets really stressed out and doesn’t know what his style really is so he tries to find stuff that he likes but he freaks out even more because sure that’s a nice jacket but does he have anything to wear it with? It’s even worse with friends, if they want to go to the mall to shop because even tho he has the money he just doesn’t know what to do with with (pt.1)

(pt.2) it’s n it like it’s a huge problem, he has plenty of clothes, and it’s not like his mom doesn’t come back from a trip with some random expensive sweaters and shirts and whatever she thought would look nice on him, but when he actually has to go shopping he just feels weird and out of place, clothing stores just make him feel weirdly lonely and stupid because while everyone else seems to find cool stuff and be able to match it he’s just there confused

(pt.3) So one time the whole group is out shopping and steve is just kinda clinging to robin making it seem like he doesn’t want anything or need anything, eventually Billy goes over to hang out with the two and steve seems off, he’s kinda jumpy and looks uncomfortable, so he suggests they go somewhere else, assuming someone in the store was making steve few weird, when they end up in another clothing store and steve seems just as off billy finally starts to put it together...

(pt.4) When they leave the mall steve seems suddenly a lot better, he drops off robin and nancy, and Billy and him head back to his place (or billy’s apartment which ever one is better) and billy asks him what was wrong and steve just kind of laughs it off with a “huh? nothing i’m fine” but billy keeps pressing and when steve finally explains, feeling stupid because it’s not a big deal, billy just gets kind of soft...

(pt.5) so from then one when billy sees steve standing in front of his closet looking stressed out and confused he’ll either help him find an outfit or throw him one of his own shirts and Steve just smiles and thanks him softly and it’s all good (was his totally me just forcing my fear of shopping on steve? yes! and also sorry it was so long haha!)

PLEASE keep sending me stuff, they are always so good and I LOVE writing them out.

Read on ao3!

It all started when Steve was little. His mom would drag him to expensive clothing stores, designer outlets, name brand places. She would throw clothes at him to try on, cooing over how cute he looked in stuffy little outfits.

He never shopped for himself, and almost everything that was bought for him was bought in sets, outfits he didn’t have to think twice about putting together, that shirt was bought with those pants and that jacket, so he put them on and bam, outfit.

Once he started working at the mall, he hated the stupid Scoops uniform, but it was a clear outfit, and he never really had to be seen wearing anything else (plus Billy loved when Steve wore it, loved taking the thing off him).

But working at the mall meant the kids wanted to hang out at the mall, meant the kids wanted to go shopping at the mall, meant the kids would try things on, ask Steve what do you think of this? and Steve would panic because, what THE FUCK do you even SAY about clothes?

Billy can spot Steve’s anxiety from a mile away, knows when he needs to get out. So he got the brats outta there, helped Steve drop ‘em off all over town, got Steve back home.

He was better but he still wasn’t Steve, he was quiet, subdued.

So he presses, keeps asking, keeps asking, keeps asking, keeps asking, keeps aski-

“Because I don’t get it! I don’t get fashion or style and going shopping with people like you and Robin, and even the fucking kids, who can look at stuff, and put things together, and they have like, individual style and know what looks good, and I just fucking wear what my mom picks out and it makes me feel fucking stupid, Bill.”

So Billy holds him close, soothes him and tells him he’s not stupid, and goes into Steve’s big closet, and starts explaining things, explaining that green looks good on him because of his olive undertones, that he should stay away from bright yellows, oranges, they’ll wash him out. That blue is nice with his pale skin, makes his eyes pop. He goes through jeans, tells him that the Levi 510 fit is best for him, the leg is skinnier, makes his look longer. The jeans sitting his waist, makes his ass look good. Steve sits on the floor with him, listening to everything he’s saying with rapt attention.

And the next time he’s standing in front of his closet, looking lost at the expensive cashmere sweaters and designer polo shirts, Billy just takes pity on him, and throws him a soft shirt of his own, tells him to put it with one of his Members Only Jackets. But Steve’ll find a pair of shoes for it, and give Billy a soft smile, and sometimes he’ll pick out a whole outfit by himself and Billy will have to suppress a laugh at how much he sounds like a toddler who just learned who to dress but it’s so cute and Billy just loves him.

#steve harrington #yikes writes #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove drabble #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet

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rm4ever · 3 years

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The Legend of Avatar Katara:

Summary: Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, all of the nations lived together in harmony. But then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attcked. Only the Avatar, the master of all the elements, can stop them. But when the world needed him the most, he perished in a mysterious iceberg. A new Avatar, named Katara, a Southern Water Tribe member, has to master all of the elements and stop the war. But I believe, Katara can change the world.

This is an original story by me, and yes, I do also love Avatar. Probably one of the best shows I’ve watched. Sooo I hope you all like this Avatar fans :D

A/N: Timeline for now: The year is 1086 (This is my AU). Sokka is 2 yrs old, and Katara isn't born yet, but this is the year that she will be born. Hakoda and Kya are 38 yrs old in this, and Aang is 100 yrs old.

The 100 Year War in the show ends at the year 2000, and it started at the year 1000.

(I did so much fucking Math in this so now im tired af so if I have any mistakes pls tell me, I'm desperate.)

Summary: On a weirdly sunny day in the South Pole, a young couple discovered a mysterious object.

"Hakoda! Have you found any fish yet?" The woman asked.

"Yes..?" The man, Hakoda, answered.

"You're too busy looking at your muscles, are you?" The woman asked while doing air quotations.

"Kya, I don't think there is going to be any fish. It's so hot today, and plus, you're pregnant. You shouldn't be here anyways." Hakoda replied to his wife, ignoring what she just said.

The wife, Kya, made a pouty face, and looked to the distance, but she saw a humongous-spherical shaped iceberg. She tapped on Hakoda's shoulder, who was still listing reasons on why she was not supposed to be there with him.

"What is it?"

"What is that?!" She said while pointing to the iceberg.

Hakoda turned around and gasped a little. "Something we need to avoid. Come on, let's go back now, Kya."

"But I can see a person inside! It's really cold out here, so he or she can die!"

Hakoda sighed and said, "Then how do you suppose we can get them out?"

"Well, it is sunny today, so the ice will be weaker, and we can use your "mighty club" to destroy some pieces!"

"I can't argue with you, no?"

"A woman has her ways. Now, row faster so we can help them!"

"But-"

"No excuses."

Hakoda swerved through the chunks of ice that was on the water, and they finally arrived to where the 'thing' was. It was very clear that there was someone in there, as well as a big cow or something.

"Well? Start hitting it already!" Kya said.

"Okay, okay!"

After multiple hits and complaints, they finally penetrated some parts. A big blow of air rushed out of the iceberg, and a small boy with weird tattoos on his body appeared. He was wearing yellow and orange colored outfit that was way to thin for the weather. It may be sunny, but it was still very cold.

"Gah! What is a boy doing here? Wait, let me see his condition." Kya said while putting her hand on the boy's forehead.

"He's ice cold. He's going to die soon..."

"Being out here for so long with such thin clothes can do that to you. I wish we could've found him sooner. Plus, what are those weird blue tattoos he has?" Hakoda asked.

"Hakoda...I think he's an airbender."

"What?! Aren't they extinct?"

"Well, they are going to be soon. But yes, they are. The Fire Nation eradicated them, though they deny it and just say it was a fire that happened and burnt them all." Kya says sadly.

"Why would the Fire Nation do such a thing anyway? The Airbenders were pacifists, so they wouldn't attack them at anytime."

"I'm not sure, but their reason was because of the Avatar. The last Avatar, Avatar Roku, was a Firebender and the next Avatar was going to be an Airbender. They wanted to end the Avatar cycle so they killed every single Airbender, so that the Avatar would not get in their way. But apparently, one survived. This boy...could be the Avatar."

"FInally...after nearly a century of war, we have hope. We can defeat the Fire Nation." Hakoda says with a tinge of happiness in his voice.

"But...he's dying, Hakoda. This may be the last Avatar." Kya comments.

After a moment of silence, a new voice speaks.

"W-who...who are you? And where am I?"

"I am Hakoda, and this is my wife, Kya."

Suddenly, he sneezed and a large gust of wind came down.

Kya gasped and said, "Oh! You're an Airbender! What's your name?"

"My name is Aang. Anyways, where are the other Airbenders?"

After a look of sadness from the both of us, Hakoda broke the silence.

"The Airbenders all...died. I'm sorry."

"Hakoda!" Kya exclaimed.

"What? He has to know the truth!"

"..."

"O-oh. I'm the last one then?"

"Yes. We're sorry." Hakoda says sadly.

"It's fine...I'm just going to miss Monk Gyatso."

After another long silence, Kya continues the conversation.

"Are you the Avatar? You can trust us, I promise."

"Are you sure you aren't going to hurt me?" Aang said.

"Definitely." Hakoda says.

Aang takes a deep breath and starts explaining. "I ran away from my home because...because I was being sent away from my mentor and friends. And now, everyone is in danger because of me. I'm so so sorry."

"Well, if you didn't run away, the Avatar cycle would stop, and there wouldn't be anymore Avatar, and now, we have a chance to stop the war once and for all." Hakoda says.

"That's right! But, I don't really feel so good." Aang comments.

"I'm sure you're fine." Kya lies. We both know he's going to die soon. He looks so young too. "By the way, what is that giant cow-thing?" Kya finishes.

"Oh! That's my flying-bison, Appa! I don't really say he's my pet, because we're the best of friends. Isn't that right Appa?"

The bison licks Aang when he finishes, and then sniffs the both of us, and Appa also licks us. It's kind of disgusting, but cute at the same time.

"Well! I think we should go home now, right Kya? Let's let this little boy rest." Hakoda says excitedly.

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The boy was getting paler when we arrived back at our village. We tried to help him to get better, but we aren't very skilled to treating people. We aren't used to this either. So, we put him in our hottest room, but it's not helping. I wish we could've helped this boy further, but there's not much we can do about it.

"I'm going to die soon, aren't I? I feel so sick too...I hope the next Avatar will be better than me." Aang says with a tinge of regret in his voice.

"You're doing the best you can, and I'm sure the next Avatar will appreciate that." Kya says.

"At least I can see Monk Gyatso now, as well as all my friends. I'm glad that I met you two!" Aang says and smiles brightly, before the light went away from his eyes. Kya put her hands on his eyelids and closed his eyes.

"I'm happy he had a peaceful death. I wonder who's the next Avatar is going to be." Hakoda says.

Then, a kick comes from Kya's baby, making Kya and Hakoda laugh.

"Whoever the next Avatar is going to be, I'm sure they'll be the ones to stop the war. And I have a feeling this little girl here in my belly will help with that cause." Kya comments.

"Girl? How are you so sure?" Hakoda asks while his eyebrow lifts up.

"Oh, call it a mother's sense." Kya answers happily.

"Dada! Dada!" A new voice that came from a toddler.

"Well, I hear a certain boy is going to play with you now, Hakoda." Kya exclaims.

"It is playtime now, after all. Have a nice rest sweetie."

Kya smiled at this as Hakoda left the tent to play with Sokka. The baby in the womb started kicking again.

"You're gonna be a real feisty one, aren't you?"

A/N: Ah, if only Kya knew. Anyways, thoughts for my story? I hope you guys are going to like it! I won't be updating consistenlty because I do have other stories, as well as (ugh) school.

Uh...bye?

(idk how to end these things okay-)

#avatar #avatar katara #atla #bruh idk why i love this concept #headcanon: kya is a badass #i choose to believe hakoda is like sokka #kya #hakoda #aang #katara #sokka

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sentientencyclopedia · 4 years

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Snapshots

I don’t usually post fics on here, but carpe diem and all that. This piece is for the @b99fandomevents Summer 2020 Fic Exchange. This drabble is based on requests by @sandylovesfandoms for the Peraltiago honeymoon after Holt left and waterslides/waterparks.

Jake got one whiff of the drink and wrinkled his nose. But Amy was looking at him eagerly, so he gave her a weak smile and brought the glass to his lips. For love he told himself, before chugging the orange mush.

“Bleeeurgh.” He turned around and spit it back into his cup. “That is disgusting.” He kept the glass under the table, knowing that it grossed Amy out whenever he regurgitated food. And if she actually liked this toxic sludge of a smoothie, well, he wasn’t going to deprive her of her bliss.

“It’s not that bad.” Amy looked perfectly happy as she sipped the orange drink. Jake had to admit it matched her sundress and the ribbon in her straw hat perfectly. “I think the papaya and cantaloupe perfectly balance each other out, and the coconut cream gives it a smooth texture.”

“It is disgusting.” He pulled out his phone. “But it matches your dress. Smile!”

“It’s delicious, and more importantly, it’s good for you.” Amy grinned and he snapped the pic. Oh yeah, this was definitely going into the honeymoon scrapbook. He had a sneaking suspicion Amy had planned the aesthetic, but whatever. “It’s full of antioxidants and important minerals.”

“No wonder it tastes so bad.” He grimaced.

“You can’t live on sugar and alcohol, Jake.” He took another picture as she rolled her eyes, fork dangling from her fingertips. It wasn’t scrapbook material, but it was cute.

“It’s our honeymoon. It’s supposed to be magical. We can do whatever we want.” He stole a mango slice from her plate and got up to walk back to the smoothie bar. “Two virgin pina coladas, please.”

“There’s pineapple juice at the buffet.” The bartender stared at him.

“I know. Don’t forget the little umbrellas, please and thank you!” He gave the man a beaming smile and leaned against the counter.

The man was apparently used to unreasonable requests from vacationing tourists, because he tossed a few pineapple chunks and a cup of coconut milk into the blender, set it to spin and wordlessly poured the mixture out into cocktail glasses. With little umbrellas. “Thank you!” Jake took the drinks back to their table triumphantly, pausing to grab a few of the brightly colored straws at the buffet table.

“This is also fruity and coconutty and best of all, it doesn’t taste like the mutagen that made the Ninja Turtles.” He set the drinks on the table and placed two straws in his mouth, long sides sticking out.

“Does this make me look more like a vampire or a walrus?” He asked, pointing.

“Gee, it depends. Which one has purple teeth, again?” She gave Jake a teasing smile and took a picture of him making funny faces at the camera.

“Say what you want, Ames, but this is going to make drink consumption a lot more effective.” He stuck the bottom of one straw in each glass and drank from both at the same time. “Ta-da!”

“That’s good. According to my itinerary, we have five more minutes for breakfast if we want to make it to the next event on time.”

“You’re so organized, babe.” Jake grinned at her as she showed him the binder. “How did you manage to get all these sheets laminated?”

“I convinced the people in the printing center to let me use their office laminator.” Amy’s expression mirrored his, though her smile was tinged with pride. “I figured they needed to have one on site for all the signs and menus and stuff, of course.”

“Of course. Hey, what’s this blue marker for?” He reached for the sticker only to have Amy swat his hand away.

“That’s a surprise.”

“Like a Holly Genero costume kind of surprise or an open ice cream bar kind of surprise?”

“It’s better than an ice cream bar.”

“Hate to break it to you, Ames, but there are few things better than an open ice cream bar. Especially the kind with unlimited toppings.” It turned out that when Captain Holt had extended their stay, he’d also tacked on a few perks as a sort of extended apology.

One of those perks had been access to an open ice cream bar, with unlimited toppings. Jake and Amy had spent a solid hour building and eating the Biggest Behemoth Sundae in The History of The World.

At least, that’s what they’d captioned it when they sent a picture of the monstrosity to their friends back home. It had been a towering mass seven different flavors, coated in liberal amounts of sprinkles and candy with a cookie base. It had been delicious.

Remembering that inspired Jake with new ideas. “Do you think they’ll give me ice cream for breakfast if I asked?”

“Well, they probably would, but we had ice cream last night. Don’t you want to see what I’ve got planned for today?”

“Depends. What have you got planned?”

“So, I rescheduled the sensual feeding workshop because both of us agreed that we wanted to re-do that without Holt watching.”

“I still don’t think I can make eye contact with him ever again after what happened with the avocado.”

“Oh, yeah.” They shared a moment of silence for Jake’s dignity. “But this is our chance to make new, better memories.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He took a long sip of the pineapple juice.

“Then we’ve got a couples’ ballroom class.”

“Fancy.”

“I thought it would be a nice throwback to that case we worked.”

“The one where you were in the shiny mermaid dress?”

“Precisely. In case we ever need to go undercover like that again, I thought it would be good if we actually knew how to dance. Plus,” She gave him an arch look. “I really want to see you in that waistcoat again.”

“The what-now?”

“You know, that vest-thing you wore over your button-down when you were dressed as Dewey? I watched a lot of historical documentaries as a kid and I was really into the whole men-in-fitted-waistcoats look.” She smirked. “You weren’t the only one who got an eyeful at that dance competition.”

“I’ll file that away for future consideration.” Jake whispered, imagination running wild.

“Then we have a lunch, then beach time, then just one thing before dinner.”

“The surprise, you mean.”

“Mhm. Now hurry up and finish eating. Don’t want to be late for our second impressions.”

“Ay-ay, Captain.”

They had a great time at each of the different workshops and events, but Jake couldn’t stop thinking about the blue marker. He was itching to know what it meant, what the surprise would be.

Jake Peralta was many things. Patient was rarely one of them.

So he was practically twitching with excitement by the time the blue-marker event rolled around. They were in swimsuits, so it had to be something to do with water. He hoped it wasn’t water-aerobics.

Amy grinned as she pulled Jake through the archway. “Surprise!”

“Oh. My. God.” Jake’s eyes lit up as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. “Is that a waterslide?” The pool area was practically empty, inhabited only by two lifeguards and a few straggling swimmers. But there, framed in the orange glow of the setting sun, was a very long, very twisty waterslide.

“Surprise!” Amy said again, throwing her arms out. “I made sure to pick the time where we would be mostly uninterrupted. All the families are probably at the live band sing-along thing, and all the adults without children are probably at the beach luau. Which is totally capitalist cultural appropriation, and not even geographically accurate, so I thought it would be fine if we skipped it.”

“Good idea. Where did you even find this?” Jake didn’t think he’d ever stop smiling.

“It was in the resort brochure, Jake.” Amy was rolling her eyes, but not in the tired, I’m-disappointed-by-your-immaturity way. She was rolling her eyes in the I’m-trying-to-be-cool-but-also-fishing-for-compliments way.

Jake was good at compliments. “God, I love that you read the resort brochures. That you plan itineraries with all sorts of weird fun stuff like sensual food arranging classes and cool fun stuff like waterslides. I really want to kiss you right now.”

Amy put her arms around him and they kissed. It was a quick, happy one. Both of them were so excited that it was mostly teeth. “Ooh. Can we do that couple-y thing where one of us sits on the other person’s lap and we go down together?” Jake asked.

“Yes!”

“Is it weird that I just wished Charles’ was here to take a picture of us on our way down?”

“Weirdly enough, I had the same thought.”

“We’re definitely too used to him being around.”

“Yeah.” They both went quiet for a second, thinking about it.

“Waterslide time!” Amy decided to break the silence. They held hands and very safely walked over to the ladder.

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hellfirenacht · 4 years

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The Convention Fic Chapter 4

Beetlejuice x Reader (Gender Neutral)

First Chapter

Friday (Evening)

It didn’t take long for you to get ready to head to the aquarium. You dug through your suitcase and pulled out the outfit that you had brought specifically for partying in. Though you knew that this was a date and wanted to look nice, the aquarium would allow everyone to wonder around for a few hours before letting those who paid for the After Party into one of the Ballrooms, which Beej was quick to inform you was a 21+ event.

You were practically bouncing with excitement as you changed and freshened up. The hyena that Beej had given you was sitting on the bed, protecting your phone as it charged. Beej was kicked back on the second bed, watching you with an amused grin.

“You know, you look great no matter what you’re wearing.” he commented, scanning you up and down. “But I gotta admit, if I wasn’t already dead you’d be killing me right now.”

You gave him a smirk. “Is that rigor mortis, or are you just happy to see me?”

He laughed, “And here I was worried that you’d be too tired for this.”

“Normal tired is gone, I’m only left with that kind of 4 AM tired where everything is funny and I’m invincible. But don’t worry- I completely intend to pass out as soon as we’re done.” you affirmed.

“That’s why you’re my best mod- you’re always ready to party and work.” he replied with a grin. “You ready to go yet, Babes?”

“Yup! Just gotta put my shoes on and I’m good to go!”

You grabbed your beat up tennis shoes, not wanting to risk blisters for the rest of the weekend. As much as you wanted to look good, you also had a job to do for the rest of the con. You swapped out your backpack for a small pouch that rested on your hip and around your waist and shoved your phone, camera battery, key, badge, and money in.

“Ready!”

Beetlejuice just snickered at you as he pulled himself off the bed and looked you over. “I gotta say Babes, you look stunning for our first date. The fanny pack is really doing it for me.”

You pouted slightly. “Watch it, Bug Boy.” you warned in a playful tone. “Besides have you ever washed that hoodie?”

“Nope!” he said with such pride for a second you were inclined to believe him.

The playful teasing continued as you made your way out of the building and towards the Aquarium a few blocks over. The sun was just now showing signs of going down, though late in the evening. Beej’s green-tipped hair was an interesting contrast to the warm yellows, reds, and hints of lavender of the setting sun. The air around you was comfortably warm as you crossed the busy street with other nerds who were also on their way to the nights event. The two of you cut through the large park where you had held the meet up the other evening, and Beetlejuice slipped his hand into yours again.

It was comfortable. Though the two of you had only met in person just the other night, not even 24 hours before, it didn’t feel awkward or strange. Maybe you were closer to him than you had originally thought. All those late nights in the chat, playing games, talking on cam, they suddenly meant so much more now that he was there with you. He was real, and the two of you were close, and now here you were, on a date. A real actual date. A warmth spread over you at the thought.

The air around the Aquarium was cooler than the air at the park. Perhaps it was the shadow the building cast in the late evening sun, or the slight smell of sea water that tinted the air. The two of you easily slid through security and presented your tickets before entering the building.

The aquarium was large and tall, split up into five different sections ranging from river fish to freshwater fish, to ocean fish. Together you decided to start at the river fish, and you pulled out the video camera. Though this was a date, both of you agreed that even if you didn’t post the footage, it was still something the two of you wanted to remember together. You couldn’t help but be okay with that, plus seeing him through the lense of the camera as well as in person felt right to you.

Together the two of you toured through the different sections, looking at fish, getting B-Roll footage of cosplayers and at one point Beej even interviewed a fan that came up and introduced themselves. With each new section brought new fish and creatures for the two of you to point and look at. Beetlejuice was fascinated by all the creatures, which surprised you.

“I’ve never been able to see fish before.” he stated, which seemed like a strange answer. “I’ve never been to a fish zoo or even the beach before so this is all new to me. You know, I never understood the whole thing with humans being obsessed with other animals but I think I get- oh my god they glow!!”

Beej grabbed you by the arm and pointed excitedly at the Jellyfish that were glowing against the blacklight of the tank that they were chilling in. Beej’s smile was so wide and his pupils were so large that you his eyes almost looked black. It was clear that this man was going to lose his shit at any fish that had bioluminescence. He was practically shaking with excitement as he pressed his face up against the glass like a little kid.

You did manage to scoot him out of the way to allow yourself room to get some footage of the tangled mass of jellyfish. You agreed- it was really cool seeing the different fish glowing under blacklight. As you pointed the camera a Beej again, you swore that he was glowing under the light as well- the same green that you saw back in the arcade just the night before. You made a mental note to ask him what kind of hair dye he used but for now, your breath was caught in your throat with how... weirdly beautiful he looked.

He was still the same Beej that you had seen a million times before on a screen, but there were some things about him that a camera just couldn’t do justice towards. His laugh was louder in person, and right now it felt more honest. Not that you were surprised, you always understood that internet personalities were just that- personalities. You saw what they wanted you to see but with Beej it felt different. Yes, in this time and place it was a more intimate experience being next to him and seeing him in person, but you were starting to realize how genuine and honest he was with his audience. You could feel your heart swell at the thought, not only could he be himself on camera, he could also be himself with you.

“Oh man I’d stay here all night if I could!” he said, leading you out with a big smile on his face. “Next year we’re staying an extra day and we’re gonna sneak in here at night and scooba dive with the jellyfish.”

“That’s a terrible idea.” you laughed. “I’m in.”

He smiled at you, his eyes still shining with excitement. “And that’s why I asked you to be here with me!”

“Someone’s gotta bail you out of jail when your roommates aren’t around.” you countered.

The tour ended with the last area- the Ocean fish. It took you a little bit longer to make your way in there, as the two of you stood in front of the exhibit, pointing your camera at the mascot of the aquarium; a large orange fish named Deepo.

The two of you stood there, laughing hard. Beej has his phone out and was going live as the two of you laughed at the ridiculous looking fish.

“Disney... Disney please sue something!” Beej begged, zooming in on the wide lifeless eyes of the statue that smiled across time and space. “DEEPO. His name.. Oh God-Satan his name is DEEPO!”

There were tears streaming down your face as you both pointed and laughed. Around you, some other con goers were also taking pictures, while some were looking at the two of you like you were high or drunk. It didn’t matter, the point is Deepo would either save your soul or destroy it. After cities collapsed, oceans dried up, and humans were eradicated- Deepo would live on as the uncaring God of the New World.

You really needed to get some real sleep tonight.

After finally pulling yourselves together, the two of you straightened up and finally the two of you stepped into the large tunnel, finding yourselves surrounded by fish and soft blue lighting. You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as you looked up, seeing a fish swim over your head. All around you was ocean life- the tunnel was right under a large tank, allowing you to see fish from every angle.

“Oh wow...” you whispered, looking up. Beej took the camera from your hands and started filming as you took in the view. Fish of all colors, shapes, and sizes were swimming around the two of you, feeling so close even though the glass protecting the tunnel was at least two feet thick.

“I gotta admit, this is pretty impressive.” you heard Beej from across the tunnel, filming a small school of yellow fish. “I’m glad we- oh holy shit!” his head shot upwards and you followed his line of site and gasps.

Above the two of you, a whale passed over head, followed by a shark.

“That’s a shark!” Beej gawked, following the creature with the camera. “Holy crap, that’s a shark! Babes, I want that. I want that shark. I love that shark. I need that shark to live.”

“Well it’s a good thing you’re dead because it’s staying here.” you replied, eyes still glued to the top of the tunnel, watching the larger fish swim around you. It was absolutely breath-taking. You moved to the side of the tunnel until your legs hit a ledge for you to sit on, keeping an eye on everything around you. You were suddenly okay with the suggestion of just staying here forever with these fish. You had no clue that fish could make you feel this safe or content.

After a few minutes, you glanced over at Beetlejuice who had the camera pointed at you. How long had he been filming you staring at the fish? You felt a little embarrassed now.

“Hey, I thought this was your show.” you said, trying not to be embarrassed.

“It is, and I like to show off things that make me happy.” he said with a wink. “Plus you’re stunning in this light. I can’t be the only one that looks good here.”

The compliment felt warm in your chest compared to the cool air of the aquarium. You wanted to brush it off, or tell him no, or even fire something back at him but instead you said something that surprised yourself.

“Thank you.”

You accepted the compliment with grace and a smile. It felt true- between the amazing lighting, the outfit you had chosen, and the feeling of being with Beetlejuice... you felt stunning. Moe than that, with Beej around you felt seen. You felt like all your hard work went both noticed and appreciated. Everything you did for him he thanked you, praised you, told you how much it meant to him. He saw something in you that you hadn’t seen for yourself in a long time. For this moment, you could see yourself the way he saw you- an amazingly capable person, a fun person, a giant fucking nerd, a friend, a crush.

That was the confidence boost you needed, and you felt secure. You felt safe. You felt like you could do anything you wanted because knowing that someone you looked up to and respected so much could see it in you. You stood up and walked over to him, keeping eye contact the entire time. You reached out and lowered the arm that held his camera knowing that this next moment was for just the two of you.

Beej got the hint and allowed you to stay in control of the situation, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. You reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the scratchy beard against the palm of your hand. Briefly you wondered how much maintenance it took for him to keep it tinted green like his hair before leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

His mouth shifted into a smile against yours as his free hand rested on your lower back. The cool skin of his lips combined with the cool air around you caused goosebumps to appear on your arms and the back of your neck. The kiss was short, only a few seconds long, but it was enough. When you pulled back, Beej was grinning hard and you could almost swear that he had hearts in his eyes. The two of you stared at each other like the dopey love-struck idiots that you were for a moment before you took his hand.

“Come on, Love Bug.” you said. “Let’s keep going.”

The two of you finally made your way out of the tunnel after getting a few more shots of different fish before making your way into the next room. Again, you were almost rendered speechless as the two of you found yourselves in front of a large tank that stretched from the floor to a very high ceiling. The large tank gave you a perfect view of how large the whales and sharks were compared to the smaller fish. There were whales and stingrays and large bloated looking fish you had never seen before.

Maybe you would take up Beej on the offer of breaking in to spend the night.

The two of you found a spot to sit in front of the large glass wall as you stared out into the water. In this moment, no words needed to be said. For once Beetlejuice was enjoying a comfortable silence as the two of you put away the camera and just let yourselves be. His hand found yours, and your head found his shoulder. Together for the next half hour, you rested and just took in the view of the amazing sea creatures swimming around.

Around you, cosplayers took amazing pictures next to the tank, nerds took selfies with the fish, and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at one pink-haired cosplayer crying happy drunk tears over one of the large bloated looking fish. (“It’s so ugly!” she cried and laughed. “I love grouper fish! I love him so much he’s so ugly he’s beautiful!”).

You almost dozed off once or twice as you rested against Beetlejuice. It felt so relaxing being next to him, that you wished that you could just spend the rest of the weekend here. But after a while, he nudged you.

“You still good to go to the after party?” he asked. “It’s gonna start soon, but if you’re tired I understa-”

“I’m gonna party!” you yawned and stood up. “Give me a sec to wake up and I’ll be good to go.”

You took a moment to stretch and get your body to wake up. Turns out at the fish for however long you two were there had left you feeling pretty well rested and happy. Your brain was still a little fried from spending the past few days on little sleep but you could make the the next few hours.

By the time the two of you made it into the ballroom where the party was being held, the DJ was already blasting music and people were lining up at the two bars set up on each end of the large room. There were two glass walls on different sides of the rooms, much smaller than what you had just been looking at but still large enough to peer in and see it was large enough to fit in a few whales. The tanks were dark at the moment, you assumed to give the animals some rest after a long day of being gawked at, but a few congoers were still camped out by the viewing areas, relaxing with their drink and peering into the darkened tanks.

The two of you bought some drinks and found an empty standing table to stay at for the moment. There was a large dance floor in the upper right corner of the room, the DJ booth next to it. On the wall they were projecting clips from various animes and also Steven Universe for some reason. That was the only non-anime being shown on the screen, and you wondered who had put the looping montage together.

Beej chugged down his two drink quickly, itching to get to the dancefloor. “I gotta show these breathers how to really party!” he said.

You had to admit, you wanted to get on the dance floor as well. The DJ was playing an amazing mix of anime, cartoon openings, group dances, old emo music and songs that would make any nerd get up and dance.

The music woke you up better than the drink in your hand. Beej politely waited for you to finish it before dragging you to the dance floor. Beej was a beast once he was in the crowd, jumping from group to group and dancing with anyone who would let him close. You couldn’t even be jealous when he found himself in the middle of a group of girls as he began flossing like there was no tomorrow.

You could have sworn he said he hated flossing before. You wondered if that changed one he actually learned how to do it.

The crowd started to form into a circle around Beej. People jumped in and out, showing off their moves and having small dance-offs. Everywhere people were cheering and having fun. The DJ changed songs, and a spark ignited inside you- this was a song that you knew very well. A specific song from A Goofy Movie that made every inch of your body suddenly go feral. Beej had his moment in the spotlight but now it was your turn.

You were about to teach these nerds what it really meant to do the Perfect Cast.

You waited for the right moment to jump in, your confidence fueled by the slight buzz of alcohol in your system combined with your amazing date with Beej. This was the moment you had been waiting for your entire life, and nothing could fucking stop you.

The chorus kicked in and you found yourself rushing to the center, looking around at the crowd and starting on the dance that you had learned so long ago. Everyone lost their shit.

“THEY’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT!”

“WOOO!”

“IT’S THE PERFECT CAST!!!”

“TEACH ME PLEASE!”

“Oh snap, looks like we got someone who knows their Disney!” a voice said over the speaker and you realized that the DJ was talking about you over the mic. You snapped back into reality with a huge smile and looked over at Beej who couldn’t have been more proud of you. As you jumped back to the side of the circle and let someone else take over you got a few highfives and compliments.

“Damn Babes, why didn’t you tell me you could dance?” Beej asked, still smiling wide.

“I forgot!” you laughed. “Oh wow, I haven’t done that in forever. I... I forgot I knew it until I did it!”

The two of you danced together on and off for the rest of the night, taking breaks to occasionally have another drink or rest. Beej had much more stamina than you, seemingly never needing to rest or take breaks. When you needed a second to catch your breath he’d hover between making sure you were okay and running back to the dance floor. You honestly didn’t mind, you loved seeing him out there, making friends and being the center of attention.

By the end of the evening, as the party was starting to draw to a close, you found yourself sitting against the viewing glass, tipsy and happily gazing out into dark tank where a few whales swam in circles. The pink-haired girl who you’d seen earlier crying over fish was next to you, seemingly in the same boat. There was an unspoken agreement that this spot was the Quiet Spot. Even though behind you a party raged on, filled with nerds, and lights, and alcohol, this spot was for being drunk and watching fish. This was a pastime you could get used to.

“There you are!” came a voice from behind you, causing the two of you to jump slightly. You looked up at beej and held your finger to your lips.

“Shhhh....” you whispered loudly. “You’ll throw off the whales.” okay, maybe you were closer to the side of drunk than tipsy.

The DJ started playing Don’t Stop Believing and there was a roar of excitement from the crowd behind you as drunk nerds scrambled to the dance floor. A chorus of voices of all kinds filled the air as everyone in the room seemed to sing along to the music that was pulsating through the air.

“I think I’m having a religious experience.” the pink haired girl said, as she stared continued staring at the whales.

“Me too.” you said, to Beej’s amusement. “Same time next year?”

The girl nodded in agreement. “May the whales don’t stop believing.” she said solemnly.

You stood up, wobbling a bit, but Beej held you steady. “You usually this much of a light weight?” he asked.

“Strong drinks.” you mumbled with a smile, leaning into him.

“Alright, I think you’re partied out.” Beej said. “Your fragile human body needs sleep. And probably other things too.”

“Water... food.” you replied and the two of you made your way out of the building, headed back towards your hotel. The night air felt good against your warmed skin, you didn’t realize how warm the room had gotten with so many people dancing. You were comfortably drunk with a dopey grin on your face as you clung to Beetlejuice.

“Hey... Beej.... are you my... booooooyfriend?” you asked, looking up at him.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Babes.” he replied. “Think you can handle dating a demon?”

“Pffff... you aren’t scaaaary.” you slurred, and laughed at the offended look on Beej’s face.

“Excuse you, I am the ghost with the most!” he said. “I’m the scariest demon you’ll ever meet!”

“If you say so, neeeeeeeeerd!” you giggled.

Beetlejuice managed to drag your drunk ass back up to your room, and helped you use your key card. This time you did not immediately drop your pants (much to Beej’s dismay) but instead went straight to the bathroom to pee, wash your face, and get a glass of water.

“Beej... Beej I got a secret.” you said as you exited the bathroom.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m a little bit drunk.” you giggled and took a few long gulps of water.

“No shit?” he smiled at you.

“Not even a little turd.” he laughed at that.

“I’m gonna... I’m gonna drink this water so I’m functional tomorrow.” you set the glass down. “OH! Oh! I did... I did something smart!” you were bouncing on your feet.

“You’re the one that holds all the braincells here, but what did you do specifically?” Beej watched you with an amused grin as you stumbled slightly to the mini-fridge and pulled out a to-go box. “Got more food at Waffle House when we went. Because I’m SMART!”

The two of you turned on the tv to watch a movie with too many commercials as you ate your cold waffle and drank your glass of water. You soon found yourself resting against his shoulder again.

“Hey Beej?” you asked. “Where are you staying this weekend anyway?”

He stiffened slightly at the question. He wasn’t ready to tell you that he was just teleporting between the con and his home hundreds of miles away.

“I uh, don’t exactly have a room.” he replied, hoping that your drunk brain would let it go. It didn’t.

“What?” you looked up at him. “Wh-where are you sleeping?” your eyes looked like they were tearing up, oh shit, oh fuck, he did NOT want to make you cry. “Are you sleeping in your car??”

“Yes!” he blurted out. “I am... sleeping in my car!”

“No!” you pouted. “No! Bad Beetlejuice!” you stood up with a look that would be angry if it wasn’t coming from a half-drunk breather. “Stupid Beej, dumbass...” you mumbed to yourself and walekd over to the tv, grabbing a small envelope and pulling something out. “Can’t do anything without me, I swear.” you threw a piece of plastic at him and he looked it over. It was an extra key-card. “You’re staying HERE for the rest of the weekend you stupid, dumb... stupid face!”

When his mom had yelled at him when she was drunk, it was horrifying. He’d retreat into himself and tell himself he was as worthless as she said he was. With you, it was different. Your words sounded angry, but your eyes were full of hurt and concern. You didn’t really think he was stupid, or maybe you did, but either way it wasn’t a feeling of malice towards him. Someone was concerned for him, someone cared, someone wanted him around.

Who was he to say no to that?

“Alright, alright, if it would make you happy.” he replied with a grin. “But where am I gonna sleep, there’s only one bed!”

You looked at him in confusion, glancing between the two beds in the room. You were drunk but you weren’t stupid. At least, you didn’t think so.

“Beej there’s another bed right there...?” you questioned yourself. Was there one bed or two?

Beej stood up and grabbed a hold of your suitcase that was laying on the floor in the corner of the room. He walked over to the second bed and sloppily dumped out the contents onto the spare bed.

“I dunno what you’re talking about, all I see is this large pile of clothes!” he smirked. “I don’t know about you but in my experience humans don’t usually sleep on piles of laundry.”

You smiled and let out a small chuckle. “Oh, silly me. I suppose you’re right. There’s only one bed. One large bed that we could both fit in.”

“I insist that you take the bed and I will sleep on the floor.” he smiled.

“No no no, you’re the guest, you take the bed.” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the bed. He pulled back the covered and crawled in.

“Nah, I think you should take the bed.” he pulled you close against him, allowing you to take in his scent.

“...Your hoodie smells awful, take it off.” you grumbled, helping him remove the offending piece of clothing. You wondered if he had been correct about not washing it ever.

You didn’t hear anything after that as sleep overtook you quickly. Beej’s cool body under the warm blankets created the perfect temperature for falling asleep. Beej held you against his chest and turned on the tv low. He didn’t need to sleep, but he would stay until you woke up. Your warmth and weight on him allowing him a feeling that he’d only ever felt in one other place.

To Beetlejuice, you felt like home.

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brieflygorgeouss · 5 years

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17 and 95

17. nothing is wrong with you & 95. i’m a mess (part two of this fic aka The Angst Fest™)

Here is another mistake Lucas makes — he goes on a date with the Glasses Guy.

Or maybe it’s not quite a mistake. Just a change. It happens easily enough, quickly enough for him not to dwell on it. It’s a nice change of pace. Lucas tells himself that that’s what he needs — someone new to spend time with, someone new to like, someone different, someone else, anyone else. And if his heart’s not in it, maybe things will change with time. He needs a while, is all. It’s okay.

Lucas is not miserable, or anything. Not exactly. He’s just been better.

The Glasses Guy’s name is actually Marc. The next time their paths cross at the library, Lucas says, ”This seat is not taken” when he sees him looking hopefully in his direction, and the smile he sends him this time is amiable where it used to be artificial. So Marc comes over and they chat for an hour, surprisingly easy, and Lucas leaves the library that day with a new number typed into his contacts and a possibility of something new coursing through his veins.

Marc is an astrophysics student and wears neon shirts that remind Lucas of highlighters, blue and green and orange, and he’s a little stiff and a little awkward, but Lucas writes that off as an initial shyness rather than anything else. Marc talks about his job at the science museum with an eerie sort of pride and his voice has a lilt to it that makes everything he says sound a little like a sing-song tune and he keeps complementing Lucas’s eyes and it’s…nice, Lucas guesses. It’s nothing like when Eliott does it — the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen, like Monet’s ”Water Lilies”, you know, he’d said once, and Lucas blushed furiously back then even though he’d never even seen the painting — but Marc is, Lucas quickly realises, apart from his warm smile and messy hair, nothing like Eliott at all.

Maybe that’s the point.

Lucas is honest with him from the start and tries to give him a chance. ”I’m just trying to get over someone,” he says at the end of their first date, does his best to keep the bitter feeling away from the words, because that’s only for him to deal with. ”Sorry. This whole thing might be a little slow.”

He doesn’t really expect it when the answer he gets is a crooked smile and a lazy-paced, ”Slow is alright.”

Because, see — Marc is nothing like Eliott, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. He is understanding and patient and kind, and Lucas thinks, at the end of their second, then their third date, that maybe he could learn to like him. Love him, one day. Maybe he could pluck the feelings for Eliott from his chest and plant them elsewhere, grow them into something different but still similar, something he wouldn’t have to hide. It would be nice, to not think about the sunlight in Eliott’s eyes and the warmth of Eliott’s smile and how he’d said, I wouldn’t be good for you, instead of I don’t love you like he should have.

And even when they kiss at the end of date three and there are no fireworks, no rush down his spine and no thrill, Lucas thinks, keeping his eyes closed, that it’s okay. He can work with that.

They are in a coffee shop on their fourth date, holding hands over the table and talking about how the barista messed up Marc’s order when Lucas hears from behind, ”Oh. Hi.”

And there it is. It’s a little ridiculous, really, how something in his chest curls into itself as he turns, but ridiculous seems to be one of his main traits, these days. Lucas knows this voice. Knows this person, and knows how the last time they’ve seen each other, he spit everything he felt out onto a dark street corner and then hauled up and left. It’s like watching a car crash, the rush-like feeling suddenly there in his mind, except he is in the car, too, and can’t stop it.

He thinks, with no real reason behind it, fast forward to now, fast forward, fast forward.

It’s Eliott, because of course it is. He looks exactly like he always does, tall and relaxed and in another one of his weirdly patterned shirt, white and grey mixing. His hair is in his eyes. There is nothing about him, really, that should make Lucas’s throat close or his head spin, but it all happens anyway, in smooth sequence, one, two, three. Rinse and repeat.

They haven’t talked at all, ever since Lucas left him standing on the sidewalk that night. There were no calls, no texts, no unexpected visits. Lucas was grateful for that, for a while, because isn’t that what he asked for, from Eliott — space, and time, and a chance to reinvent himself, become someone with less to give so that he could come back and, in a weird twist of reality, give Eliott exactly what he wanted?

And if he’s missed Eliott all this time, so fucking much, then that’s on him. If he thought about the art Eliott had shown him, the feeling of his hand in his own, about alternate universes and better endings and about a different Lucas and a different Eliott, together, somewhere, then that’s on him only.

”Hi,” he says.

Eliott is looking at him. His eyes flit all over Lucas’s face like he can’t decide where to look at all, or like there’s too much to look at and too little time. Lucas watches as a hesitant smile blooms on Eliott’s face, corners of his mouth lifting just so, timid in a way Lucas isn’t used to seeing.

”How are you?” Eliott says, and the sound of his voice matches the smile, coy. Hopeful, maybe. Lucas can’t decide.

Something is starting to take roots in his chest again, right there behind his sternum. He knew it would happen the moment he saw Eliott again, but there he is anyway, stupidly surprised at the feeling, like a child that forgot about their own birthday with a gift being pushed into their hands, and just a little dazed at the sight of Eliott right here in front of him, and happy and worried and unsure all at once. It’s all there.

But he tries to swallow it down.

”I’m okay.” It comes out a little stiff, more than he intended, but once the words are out there, there’s not much he can do. He takes a breath. ”And you?”

For a second, Eliott looks like he’s expecting something more. He’d get it, too, if it was a different time and a different place. Lucas would start to complain about his lukewarm coffee, maybe, or say, come on, sit down, and launch into a story about something irrelevant, and Eliott would listen, amused, draw something on a napkin for him, or on his coffee cup, a silly little thing Lucas would spend the rest of the day thinking about, wondering if it meant something more than it really did.

But that’s—not them anymore. That’s not them yet. Lucas can’t afford to let the lines get blurred again. He thinks, despite himself, anew, I’m sorry.

”Yeah, I’m—” is what Eliott says after a moment of pause, ”Yeah, me too,” and then his eyes shift to somewhere beside Lucas. To Marc.

Oh.

Lucas blinks a few times. The world starts spinning again.

”Who’s your friend here?” Eliott asks and redirects his smile as it turns from timid into merely polite. Marc smiles back at him in the same manner and Lucas watches it happen with a weird notion in his gut, feeling like a character in one of those cliché romantic comedies Mika likes so much. And because he’s watching Eliott’s face, he catches the exact moment his eyes slide from Marc’s face down to his and Lucas’s hands still clasped together, to their intertwined fingers and the touch that’s still new but growing comfortable.

Something flickers in Eliott’s eyes. Lucas fights the sudden urge to move his hand away from Marc’s but only loosens his hold in the end.

”Marc,” Marc introduces himself before Lucas can. It’s friendly, but then Eliott is suddenly flitting his gaze from Marc to Lucas and then back and his smile gets a little weaker, grows a little stiff around the edges as if someone just pinned it in place to keep it there.

The thing is — Eliott is not stupid. It is a clear message. Lucas keeps looking at him and keeps thinking, this is me moving on, this is me doing what I promised I’d do. He doesn’t know, really, why Eliott’s relaxed posture suddenly turns into closed angles and tight shoulders, even if it’s subtle enough of a change for no-one else to notice, probably. Lucas sees anyway, like he sees everything about Eliott, all the time. It’s just what he does.

”Nice to meet you,” Marc provides after a few seconds of suddenly weird silence. Eliott’s gaze catches on his face and stays there. There’s something in it that Lucas isn’t sure about, like when clouds gather in the sky and you can’t tell if it’s going to rain or not, even when the world gets darker and darker.

But everything Eliott says is, ”Yeah. You too.”

”Marc, this is Eliott,” Lucas cuts in, and it makes Eliott look at him again. Lucas holds his gaze. ”He’s an old friend.”

He wants to backtrack, for a second. Wants to say, he’s more than that, because it’s the truth and that’s what Eliott seems to be pointing at with way he holds himself, unsure but wind up, with a strange tightness of his jaw and piercing gaze. Eliott is more than that, so, so much more, but he is also less, at the same time. It’s what Lucas gets, he guesses, after being so greedy before, after overshooting the mark, hoping to get something that was never his to take.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Marc shift a little awkwardly in his chair. The sudden tension that Eliott brought with him is, he guesses, impossible to miss. ”Cool,” Marc says, a feeble attempt at remaining casual. Lucas untangles their fingers, tells himself that it’s because his hand is getting stiff. ”How long have you known each other?”

”Oh,” Eliott says at that before Lucas can answer, and then his smile flickers like candlelight and turns into something else. Something wistful, for a nick of time, but then Lucas blinks and the thing’s gone from Eliott’s expression, whatever it was, as quick to vanish as it was to appear. ”We sure do have some history.”

It’s neither here nor there. Lucas’s chest tightens, minutely, and he just keeps looking and looking at Eliott’s expression, strange like a puzzle game that’s missing a piece, and Eliott keeps looking back.

Then, he says, ”I should go.”

Lucas feels his eyes on him as he moves his hand farther away from Marc’s, puts it in his lap. It’s not an admission, but it feels like it, in a way. ”Yeah,” he says, and that feels like a confession, too. He swallows. ”You probably should.”

So Eliott goes. Lucas looks at his back until he pushes the door of the coffee shop open and then closed, gets out of sight.

He only turns his eyes away when Marc says, suddenly, quieter than he usually is, ”So. Is he the one…you’re getting over?”

It’s not what Lucas expects to hear, but he doesn’t ask how he knew. It wasn’t that hard to figure out, maybe, with the way Lucas only had eyes for Eliott the second he noticed him, like a fucking idiot. Not hard to figure out when Eliott kept looking like that and smiling like that and being how he always is.

”Yeah,” he admits on a sigh. He’s been honest from the start, after all. For a change. ”I’m sorry, that— that was weird.”

Marc is quiet for a while, after that. His eyes are cast down. He’s curled his fingers into a loose fist, and Lucas thinks about taking his hand back in his own but doesn’t do it. He doesn’t think about a reason, even when Marc finally lifts his gaze and meets eyes with Lucas.

”I think…he might still be in love with you.”

And Lucas—stares.

It’s like a punch to the stomach, a little, and a lot like a very weird misunderstanding. He’s aware of the seconds passing by, and of the sounds of the coffee shop rush hour still there in the background, but he can’t—make a noise, suddenly. He feels like he has a punctured lung, with how difficult it is to take a breath.

”No, you—” he hears himself say eventually, ”you’ve got it wrong, he never—”

Marc shrugs.

”I’m just saying what I saw,” he mutters, and then turns his eyes away again.

Later at night, after Lucas turns the lights in his room off, after Mika shouts a ”goodnight” from his own bedroom for everyone else to hear, after the world gets darker and softer and a little less real, Lucas gets into bed and closes his eyes and doesn’t sleep for a long time.

He and Marc parted ways on a kind of awkward note, and Lucas’s phone has been silent ever since. It’s not like he’s expecting anything, really. Not after what happened, and not after what Marc told him, in a quiet voice and a little like a question Lucas would rather not answer just yet. But he stares at the phone anyway, a dark shape on his nightstand, right next to the lamp. If he tried hard enough, or waited a few minutes longer for his eyes to adjust, he could probably make out the sticker of a tiny hedgehog on his phone case, right there in the left corner, a little faded and worn out but here all the same.

He got it from Eliott. It was such a long time ago that he doesn’t even remember why Eliott gave it to him in the first place, but maybe there was no occasion at all. Eliott is like that, he thinks. It’s just him.

”It reminded me of you,” Eliott told him, back then, trying to wink at him and failing, and Lucas remembers his heart doing something weird, remembers trying to cover it up with mock-offence and pretend.

”I told you it’s not my fault I’m shorter than you,” he’d said, flipping Eliott off, which only made Eliott laugh. He’d taken the phone from Lucas’s hands, grinning wide, their fingers brushing, and he was probably completely unaware of how Lucas’s chest was suddenly too tight for his heart, how he had to fight another stupid blush from creeping onto his face.

”That’s not what I mean,” Eliott told him, inspecting the phone case as if a generic all-black plastic it was made of was somehow interesting for him. ”It’s because you’re very defensive and don’t let people get close easily, but you’re also very cute once you finally let someone in. You know?” and then, before Lucas’s overworked heart could decide on a response and his dazzled mind could come up with something to say, Eliott had already stuck the sticker onto his phone and was pushing the device back into Lucas’s loose grip, and then he was smiling at him again, saying, ”There you go, Lu.”

And as Lucas lies there in the dark, staring at his silent phone, his heart suddenly heavy at 1 in the morning, he thinks, fuck Eliott. Fuck him. Fuck him for being so unfair, for doing things he never had any right to do, for being so sweet and so nice and so kind through and through, with his smiles and his gifts and his attention.

Lucas thinks about picking his phone up from the nightstand and calling Marc. About telling him, I wanted to hear your voice, or sorry about today, or anything, really, just for the sake of it. He thinks he should — they are almost official, after all, four dates and a few perfectly nice kisses in, holding hands in coffee shops, sitting next to each other close enough for their knees to brush.

And then he thinks about how Eliott looked at him earlier, about his shy smile and hopeful gaze and how the world faded around the edges, the second their eyes met.

Love is not a decision. He knows that. But other things are, maybe.

Lucas doesn’t call.

Another throwback, just because — the night they talked about the confession, after Eliott said, ”Do you know what it’s like to be told that by someone like you?” and after Lucas made up his mind and got up from the ground to finally go home, after he’d said, ”We’ll figure it out,” Eliott said one more thing.

”It’s a goddamn honour, Lucas,” he’d told him. In the night air, the words sounded very raw. Lucas had turned to him, then, feeling a little dizzy and very tired and sad, overall, but still covering it up. The trick of the light in Eliott’s eyes settled, then solidified. ”To be loved by you. You, of all people.”

His fifth date with Marc begins with an awkward kiss on the cheek and ends with a break-up.

It’s very simple, really. In the end, there’s not much to say.

”I think your heart is not in it,” Marc tells him, looking a little defeated and a little disappointed, but not too hurt. That, at least, is a good thing. ”I think your heart is somewhere else.”

And what is Lucas supposed to say to that, exactly?

So they just…part ways. The ending comes like the beginning came, not anticipated but still there, and Lucas finds himself not feeling much at all, then. It’s awful of him, maybe. Probably, even. Maybe he should have tried harder, or should have been more stubborn, maybe he should have said, my heart is right there, what do you mean? and fight.

But the truth is — Lucas is tired of fighting. Tired of fighting himself, and Eliott, and everyone around, of fighting Imane’s soft glances and Basile’s unsubtle remarks and Yann’s too-kind questions and there is not much strength in him, really, there’s never been, despite what everyone else always thinks. So he doesn’t fight. Sometimes, that’s just how it is.

”I’m sorry,” he only says, at the end of it all, and if Marc was hoping for a different answer, it doesn’t show on his face. ”I’m a mess.”

Marc sighs, but then he’s shrugging, aiming for nonchalance, and Lucas takes it as such with a small flicker of relief behind his sternum.

”That’s okay, I guess,” Marc tells him, in his highlighter-like t-shirt and with his round glasses and dark brown eyes. ”Aren’t we all?”

The rest goes like this — he doesn’t know how the hell the boys find out that he’s freshly broken up with, but somehow they do, and they keep harassing him in the group chat to come over to Yann’s on Friday to ”drink the sadness away”. In all honesty, Lucas is not really sad. But maybe he is a little weary, and a little sick of going back and forth between what he’s feeling and who he’s feeling it for, and a little tired.

So he goes.

Yann’s apartment, when he gets there, is already full of people he’s never met before and loud music and booze, whiskey and vodka and beer, mostly the cheap, nasty kind, but Lucas barely drinks anything anyway. Arthur and Basile are having a karaoke battle in the corner of the living room, and it’s horrifying. At one point, he spots Emma and Daphné dancing together. It is almost fun, he thinks as he pushes past people to get to the kitchen, his red solo cup empty but his mind still clear. It’s not bad.

Eliott is here, too. It is, Lucas guesses, nobody’s fault. He spots him on the way, near the balcony, where he is talking to Idriss and Sofiane and a couple of other people Lucas doesn’t know, and again — Lucas is tired. Exhausted, just a little bit.

That’s why he allows himself a second of leeway, then. He leans against the doorframe and looks, for a moment, again, at the contour of Eliott’s profile, at how his shirt is loose on his shoulders, and catches the exact moment Eliott throws his head back and laughs at something, free and pretty, with his hair sticking to his forehead and his skin glistening in the lights.

Lucas turns his head away.

There is something, he thinks in the back of his head as he steps into the kitchen where it is less crowded and less suffocating, about standing in a room full of people and only really looking at one person.

He stays in the kitchen for a while. People keep coming and going, vanishing into the crowd like it’s an ocean, and Lucas watches it all from where he’s perched on the kitchen counter right next to the sink. He pours tap water into his slightly mistreated plastic cup and just sits and listens to bits of conversations as people pass him by, watches as the night gets darker and darker outside the window.

He doesn’t know how Eliott finds him, but it happens.

If it was in a different time, he would have thought that it’s a sign, maybe. See, Lucas used to read into it a lot, and build his high hopes on it — on how he and Eliott always seemed to gravitate towards each other, about how often they ended up huddled somewhere together, about how easy it’s always been to find Eliott in a crowd. Lucas has spent countless parties watching how Eliott turned people’s heads, how they followed him with their eyes, and used to flush happily at the fact that he was the one Eliott always sought out in the end. But it never meant anything. Still doesn’t.

That’s fine.

But Eliott finds him, anyway. Something passes over his face when he notices him, but it is quick to vanish, and then he’s walking over to where Lucas is sitting. Lucas tries to ignore the way his throat tightens a little at that and braces himself, on autopilot, for a confrontation, because that’s all they’ve been doing, lately, as much as he wished things were different.

But it doesn’t happen.

Eliott only fills a glass with water from the tap, instead, keeps his eyes on it and doesn’t say a word. Lucas just sits there next to him and barely moves himself. The noises of the party and other people’s chatter fade away into the background, somewhere far, mix with the clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter. Lucas thinks, I’d leave, if I were drunk, but he isn’t. So he doesn’t go.

He notices, almost involuntarily, that Eliott must be a little nervous if the way he fiddles with the tap is anything to go by.

”So, uhm,” is the first thing Eliott says to him after a drawn-out moment, after he’d filled his glass to the brim and put it on the counter and didn’t drink a drop from it, ”where’s your guy?”

For a second, Lucas doesn’t know what to say. Eliott sounds like Lucas is feeling — unsure and weird and muted, kind of, too quiet for the setting they’re in. Lucas isn’t used to that, from Eliott. It makes something in his chest stir.

He decides to go with, ”Not here.”

It’s a little too curt and Eliott flinches just slightly, then fiddles with his glass. He says, ”Oh. Okay.”

They’re quiet for a moment again. There are shouts coming from the direction of the living room, then someone turns the music down a bit, but Eliott doesn’t turn to check what’s happening, so Lucas doesn’t either. They stay as they are — close but also miles apart, hesitant, hovering. In another universe, it crosses his mind, maybe that’s how they met — at a party, in Yann’s kitchen, talking about something silly right there by the sink, without the mess of Lucas’s bundled up feelings to fuck it up even before it started.

Lucas takes a breath, tries to push whatever it is in his chest down and away before saying, softer this time, ”We’re not together. Anymore.”

Eliott turns his head at that, sharp, surprised. It’s the first time tonight that he looks Lucas right in the face and his eyes are huge, coloured dark with the scant light in the room. He looks like he’s waiting for Lucas to continue, maybe, just for a second, but Lucas doesn’t really have anything else to give, so he just shrugs. It feels like a capitulation of sorts. Like armistice.

Eliott asks, eventually, with something in his voice, ”Why?”

You know why, Lucas thinks. You know.

But he doesn’t say it.

He just shrugs again, helpless. It is how it is. There is nothing to explain, really, because he’s tried that already and failed, time and time again. It must show on his face, or Eliott is just looking for it, because when Lucas doesn’t say anything, he tells him, ”I’m sorry to hear that.”

Are you, is what Lucas wants to say at first, but it wouldn’t be fair, because Eliott sounds like he always does, infuriatingly kind. Don’t be wouldn’t be right also. He chews through all the words on his tongue and chooses carefully in the end, puts every ounce of lightness he has left in him when he says, ”I don’t think I need your drunk apologies, Eliott.”

Eliott clicks his tongue. ”I’m not drunk,” he says, and yeah, Lucas knew that already. They’re probably the only sober people at the party. And then Eliott says, ”Even though I don’t think he was right for you, I’m still sorry.”

And that—that’s not fair. That’s not fair.

The thing behind Lucas’s sternum grows, suddenly, makes it difficult to breathe. His chest is too tight for his heart. He grips the counter with such force that it digs into his palms and then he holds on, holds on.

He says, ”I don’t need your approval, either, you know.”

Eliott straightens up at that. Like this, Lucas sitting on the counter, they’re almost the same height. At least that, Lucas guesses, is fair when not much else isn’t, because here they are again, almost-arguing, even when he wished and hoped for it not to happen anyway. He thinks, how many more times.

”I know that,” Eliott is saying in the next moment, like an apology, but Lucas doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want another “I’m sorry” and “Don’t do this”. He doesn’t want that. Eliott can take it all back. ”I just meant—”

”I don’t care what you meant,” he cuts in. The counter is solid under his hands. ”I don’t care, Eliott. Do you really think I want your opinion on this?” And then, ”Am I supposed to be unrequitedly in love with you forever? Is that what you want?”

Eliott deflates, then. His facade drops steadily, just a little, and for once he isn’t smiling, and Lucas doesn’t know if it’s for better or worse. Eliott’s smile is the thing he loves the most, really, but recently, even the thought of it has only made him want to cry.

”No, that’s not what I want,” Eliott says finally. His eyes are gentle. He is looking right at Lucas, and Lucas thinks that it is, somehow, very brave. ”I want you to be happy. That’s all. It’s all I want.” And then, when Lucas doesn’t say anything to that, Eliott asks, quietly, ”Aren’t you going to ask why?”

Lucas wants to. He really does. But he is scared of questions, at this point, and of answers he hoped for that never came, of getting his heart broken again and again, of breaking it all by himself with how naive and stupid it is. He is angry at Eliott and mad at himself and why, why did Eliott even come here in the first place?

That’s why he says, ”I don’t think I want to know anymore,” and then, not giving Eliott the time to make him question this decision as well, Lucas adds, ”Please, can you just— can you just go?”

Eliott does, even though his eyes look sad.

It is another thing Lucas loves him for.

And then, later, as he’s stumbling home at 2 in the morning, he gets a text.

i’m at your apartment building, Lucas reads, squinting, i really need to talk to you.

And then, ten seconds after that, as if hesitating, Eliott sends, please.

”Hi,” is what Eliott says when Lucas gets there ten minutes later, already weirdly uneasy. ”Um— you haven’t answered my text?“

Lucas hasn’t. He doesn’t know what he was supposed to write anyway, because ”of course” was too vulnerable and ”i don’t want to see you” was not true, not entirely. So he just came, instead. He doesn’t know how long Eliott has been standing here on the street already, but he looks like he’s been here for a while — his hair is windswept and he’s kind of hunched, hands in his pockets, and he’s looking at Lucas through the dark. For a moment, Lucas just kind of looks back at him.

”What are you doing here?” he says at last. It comes out a little rough.

”I have— something to say,” Eliott says, then licks his lips a little like he does when he’s unsure of something. ”I wanted to talk.”

About what, Lucas wants to ask at first, but it would be a little rude. Talk, then would, too. He’s not sure if he’s ready to listen to whatever it is that Eliott has to say to him, but then again, maybe the sooner he deals with it, the better. Eliott’s listened to him, after all, the first time around, then the second. How much worse can it get, right.

”Let’s go inside, then.”

”Actually, I would — can we talk here?”

Lucas frowns. It’s almost completely dark here, outside, and kind of creepy with the only source of light being a streetlamp, and even though the day was warm, the night really isn’t. ”Why?”

Eliott sends him a strange half-smile. ”If we’re in public, you’re less likely to punch me when I’m done talking.”

In public, he says, even though there’s hardly anyone around. Lucas is not sure if it’s a bad joke to ease the weird tension between them or just Eliott being himself. It’s hard to tell, sometimes. ”Are you serious?”

In response, Eliott runs a hand through his hair. Lucas doesn’t think he’s aware of the gesture. ”Yeah? I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous.”

”Eliott, what is this about?”

Eliott looks up at him from where he’s been staring at the ground. He’s biting at his lip again. But there’s a firm set to his jaw, now, and something unyielding about the way he holds himself. His eyes lock with Lucas’s and then stay.

”Lucas, listen, I—” he starts, but then shakes his head, as if correcting himself. ”I’m gonna start at the beginning. This is going to be a mess, I’m sorry.”

What is going to be a mess, Lucas wants to ask, here in front of his apartment building, standing in the darkness, feeling a little unsettled, but then Eliott breathes in and starts talking.

”When you confessed, months ago,” he starts, and Lucas’s heart aches a little at the memory, still, ”I— didn’t see that coming at all. Looking back at it now, maybe I should have. Maybe a smarter person would have seen it. But I didn’t at the time, and I was— I was very blindsided. I panicked. I panicked and I turned you down because I didn’t want everything to change between us so suddenly, you know — which was fucking stupid, because I should have known it would change anyway.”

Lucas opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Eliott looks down again, swallows, and then goes on.

”I told myself I wasn’t the right person for you, and I still kind of think that. You deserve someone brave, Lucas, and good and kind, and I’m not—there are so many things that are wrong with me. There’s so much.” A breath, a pause. ”And I was a coward, I was scared of talking to you at first, and then I was scared of what I was feeling, and you were so sad. You were— so sad, I made you so sad, but you were trying to make your peace, you were trying so hard, and I thought — if I were right for you, I would have never made you go through such a thing. But I’m selfish, and I’m a shitty person, so I did. I thought—”

Eliott still isn’t looking at him. Lucas can feel his heart in his throat, his pulse hammering in his head. It’s not that cold, really, but he feels like he’s freezing. It’s—

And Eliott’s saying, ”I thought I could fix it, you know. On my own terms, because that’s how I am, trying to cover my own ass when I’m not even the one hurt. I thought I had time, that I could show you slowly, find a way to make you see that I—yeah. Take you out somewhere, show you some paintings, or maybe invite you over, or say that I miss you and that you’re important to me, all those things. Those are all true,” he says, ”but aren’t the things I should be telling you.”

Lucas’s lungs feel too small, all of a sudden. ”Eliott,” he manages at last. He doesn’t know what’s happening. ”What—”

”And then you were suddenly moving on, already with someone else, and I saw you and just—” Eliott shakes his head like he’s frustrated with himself.“ I was running out of time, but it would be so unfair to take all the effort you put into rebuilding our friendship and just throw it out the window—”

Lucas more feels than hears himself speak. ”Eliott,” he says, feeling kind of numb. ”What are you—”

”I know those are all shitty excuses,” Eliott cuts him off. Lucas can’t remember the last time he’s seen him struggle with words so much. ”And I’m really sorry. But I don’t have any better ones.” He breathes in, breathes out. “I was scared and confused and selfish and I’m so sorry, Lu.” And then, outside of Lucas’s apartment building, in the dark, Eliott tells him, lifting his head up, ”I’m in love with you. I have been in love with you for a while, but I’m scared that I’m too late, now.” And then, quieter, ”Please tell me if I’m too late.”

And Lucas is— quiet. Very still. For what feels like a very long moment.

This is what it feels like when streams freeze over in the winter, he thinks numbly. His heart is beating so fast, but it feels like there’s no oxygen in his brain. He keeps looking at Eliott and keeps repeating his words in his head, but they barely make any sense. They barely make sense.

”Why didn’t you say anything,” is the first thing that finally comes to him, so that’s what he says. Lucas feels, for the second time tonight, a lot like someone just socked him in the face. The words feel foreign in his mouth, like he’s speaking some made-up language. ”Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Eliott winces, kind of.

”What was I supposed to say, Lucas?” he asks, and he sounds weird. Breathless, like he never does. He sounds like Lucas feels. ”When you were sitting there with a different guy, looking more at peace than I’ve seen you look in months? More yourself than I’ve seen you look in a while?” A sigh. ”There’s no good way to bring something like that up, and you didn’t talk to me at all and…” When Lucas looks at him again, he’s looking back. ”I don’t blame you. I don’t. I understand — you were so brave, and all I had to do was say like, two words, and I didn’t even manage that because I was scared. That’s not okay.”

”No,” Lucas says, still dazed. ”No, that’s not okay.”

”Yeah,” Eliott says, smiling a little now, but it’s not a happy smile. It’s self-deprecating, tilted, heartbreaking, just a little. Lucas wants to wipe it off of his face. ”If I’m too late, I understand. If you don’t— want this, anymore.”

And Lucas thinks, God, dear God, and, dazed and with his heart in his throat, with the rush of blood in his head, he takes two steps and kisses him.

It’s a little graceless, at first. Eliott’s breath catches when their lips meet, and Lucas’s whole body still feels kind of numb. His own pulse is everything he can hear. But then Eliott cups his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone, and Lucas tilts his head and their lips slide together and they’re kissing. They’re kissing. He grips Eliott’s jacket, Eliott lets him press closer and they’re kissing, sweet and dizzying and warm and Lucas just lets it happen. Lets Eliott kiss him and lets himself kiss back, again and again until time goes a little wobbly. Until he runs out of breath.

”You’re such an asshole,” is the first thing Lucas says when they part, words shaky. He grips Eliott’s jacket tighter. ”You’re the biggest fucking idiot I’ve ever met.”

He can feel the warmth of Eliott’s breaths on his skin.

”I know,” Eliott says, a low sound. He is holding himself very still. ”I’m the biggest idiot I’ve ever met, too.”

And Lucas leans in again and kisses him, feeling angry and relieved and nervous and happy and a little like he’s dreaming, too. All those things, all at once. It blooms in his chest like a garden, and he is full of it.

Eliott keeps kissing back. He keeps kissing back as Lucas moves his hands from the front of Eliott’s jacket to his shoulders, keeps kissing back as Lucas deepens the kiss and as Lucas’s breath catches. Eliott kisses his bottom lip, his top lip, holds Lucas’s face in his hands and the touch is so gentle it’s almost cautious and they keep kissing. Lucas shivers, doesn’t know if it’s from the chilly wind or from something else entirely.

Then someone across the street cheers loudly, screams what sounds like a tipsy ”Go get some!” and Lucas can’t help the grin that breaks out at that, spills all over his features, feeling so dumb and so young and jittery. Eliott kisses the corner of his mouth, once, twice, again. His lips are warm.

”I’m so angry at you,” Lucas tells him because he is, he should be, will be later, but right now he’s also something else. Eliott’s ears are just slightly red, and the tip of his nose as well. His lips are red, too, but that’s from kissing. That’s because they kissed. It happened. ”But I understand, I think. Love is scary.”

”Yeah,” Eliott says, and then, in an attempt at lightening the mood, or maybe out of genuine concern, ”Does this mean you’re not going to punch me?”

”I haven’t decided yet.”

”Okay,” he says, low, tender like a bruise, then adds, ”That’s alright.”

And see — Eliott loves him. Lucas thought he knew what it was like to love someone, before. His parents, all his friends, Yann and Mika and Lisa and Manon, and then Eliott, too. But maybe he was a little bit wrong. He was wrong about many things, apparently.

Eliott’s still cupping Lucas’s face in his palms. His hands are shaking a little, either from the nerves or from the cold. Lucas covers Eliott’s hands with his own, because that is, apparently, something he can do, now.

”Just for the record,” he says, then, because it feels important that Eliott knows, ”nothing is wrong with you. Okay? There is nothing wrong with you, Eliott.” And then, he smiles just a little, hoping it looks like an encouragement. ”And if there’s anything wrong with you, then there must be something wrong with me as well. We are both a mess, me and you.” He catches Eliott’s gaze. ”Alright?“

And Eliott looks at him, open and vulnerable and so, so stupid, silly and kind and everything in between, and turns his head, kisses the inside of Lucas’s palm, presses his smile into Lucas’s skin, and says, ”Alright.”

A throwback to a different time and a different place: Lucas’s heart is in his throat and he keeps thinking, love is terrifying. He keeps staring at his own hands. He feels young and silly, just a little damaged, a little out of place and frail. He’s in love and keeps thinking, I made a mistake. What if I made a mistake?

Fast forward to now: it was the right universe all along.

It’s all okay.

#elu #elu fic #skam france #skamfr #elu fanfic #td #my writing #part 2!! angstfest is done #my internet connection is killing me #asks #anon

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fan-clan-fun · 4 years

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Table Rock Lake Clans

Among the shores of Table Rock Lake, three crepuscular clans stand together. They worship a pantheon of gods that bless them with their suffixes and as far as relations go, they’re fairly friendly towards each other.

I’d like some constructive criticism and some prompts to spur on worldbuilding. They sort of have a story, but only because I can demonstrate my worldbuilding… I’m a worldbuilder first and a writer second, I’m just like this.

Yay more clans! Also thats a big mood if I ever saw one, I too am best at worldbuilding, the writing? Not so much...

HOLLOWCLAN

The clan taking up most of the shore. Their camp is on an island hollow that’s only accessible by swimming. They’re stocky with rudder-like tails (some not even having one at all), normally have diluted colors, lots of white, and lighter shades of eyes (sage green, light blue, pale yellow, etc). Deafness is somewhat common, so there’s a bit of a stereotype that they’re loud. The beauty standard is a gray classic tabby with 40% white spread asymmetrically on a broad-shouldered cat with dainty paws.

I appreciate how detailed the understanding of their appearance is. Im assuming the tailless is the manx gene? I also like the idea of a hidden camp acessible only by swimming, its extra safe.

The most well-off of the clans, they’re very relaxed, but rather distrusting when it comes to outsiders. Probably due to being duped in the past by loners and rogues and allegedly a kittypet at one point.

Thats understandable, and also explains their isolated camp. If they feel unsafe, they would want to have as many precautions as possible, and it would make them less likely to bring in new cats to join as it would reveal their secrets.

Hollowclan cats tend to name their kittens after aquatic animals (Minnow, Swan, Heron), colors (Silver, Amber, White), and phenomena (Ice, Lightning, Cloud). Suffixes are commonly -leg for skilled swimming and -tail for good jumping.

THICKETCLAN

The clan in the most dense part of the forest up the stream connecting them to the Great River. Their camp is in a clearing with logs and stumps and hollowed bushes being the dens. They’re BIG kitties, think maine coon or norwegian forest, with many ticked tabbies. Reds and blacks are very common, with brown showing up every so often. Dilution is fairly rare. Eye colors stick mostly to deeper colors (umber, moss green, copper, amber) The beauty standard for toms and mollies are different. Deep red ticked tabby toms with 20% or less white is quite handsome, whereas brown tortoiseshells with 20-40% white is very beautiful. Long fur is also desirable, with broad shoulders and (especially for mollies) hips.

They sound lovely! As for the ticking, it sounds like they would have great camouflage. When you mention black, do you mean genetic black (which manifests as brown or gray tabbies) or solid black? Either way they sound lovely. Big buff boys and gorls are my absolute favorite.

Thicketclan has a noble pride associated to them, believing themselves to be descendants of the bobcats that prowl the lands. Many of them can speak Lynxish and it’s rumored some kittens are half cat, half bobcat, though that’s still up for debate.

Oh this is really really cool. It makes sense that Lynxes would have a similar language, and it could easily be hybridized. I can imagine that cats from this clan might slip into Lynxish to speak about sensitive things at gatherings or among other cats. It also fits with their appearance, particularly as big cats with ticked fur, and maybe ear tufts? Ear tufts are just so cute.

Thicketclan cats normally name their kittens after birds (Crow, Oriole, Bittern), trees (Maple, Birch, Oak), and patterns (Brindle, Speckle, Spotted). Suffixes are commonly -whisker for skilled hunting and -tail for great climbing.

GROTTOCLAN

The clan taking up the less densely wooded area and the tunnels below that. Their camp is a hollow that’s hidden by bushes and shrubs. They’re very skinny and short-furred with weirdly long legs and tails. There is very little red among the cats, but they do have pointism that pops up often, so much so that they don’t name white kittens until their apprenticeship. This also means they have the most diverse eye color, as they have really dark (bronze, orange, gold) and really light eye colors (ice blue). They often don’t have too much white, but sometimes a white cat pops up. They desire a lean, low figure with a sloped face and a perfectly symmetrical white of any degree with blue points.

Ohohoho Oriental babies. Sounds pretty standard, although I am concerned about the not naming their white kits until they are apprentices. What do they call them until then? Hey you? Hey Whitekit?

Due to forming from a loose collection of oddballs and unwanteds when the first two clans were fresh and new, they have a thing about honesty. It’s somewhat of a refresher to have such an honest group. They do know how to keep their cards to themselves, so not everything is laid out on the open.

Grottoclan cats often name their kittens after ground animals (Weasel, Pheasant, Mouse), bugs (Cricket, Hornet, Weaver), stones (Shale, Granite, Flint) and small plants (Chicory, Nettle, Cotton). Common suffixes are -nose for great tracking and -foot for swift running.

After having read suffixes so far, it looks like you are going for a body part based system, which makes sense, its nicely standardized.

THE OUTCASTS

A recent collection of rebels, losers, and exiles. They live on the farthest reaches of the territories, closer the Harbor. They have cats from all the clans, plus a few loners and former kittypets among their ranks, so their appearance is quite varied.

In the clans, seers perform the promotion ceremonies, but among the outcasts, their leader performs ceremonies. The warriors themselves choose what their names will be, so long as their prefix remains untouched. Most have abandoned their prefix altogether, like Copper, some have changed their name to something unusual, like Morning Glory, and others have picked a name that, while still having a meaningful suffix, isn’t part of the suffix list, like Emberbark.

It seems like they are a more individualistic clan, in that they make their own decisions. Names are so personal too, so its interesting to see how that interacts with the rest of their culture.

If they were to become a clan, they’d probably be called something along the lines of Havenclan (though that might be an endonym). If named by the other clans, they’d probably be called something like Ridgeclan, Rivuletclan, or Beckclan.

Soooo yeah. Those are my clans. I hope you like what I have so far and I’d like to know your opinions and suggestions! Thank you!

They are wonderful so far! I have so many questions, I would absolutely love to hear more, especiallly about the Outcasts!

#warrior cats #non-canon clans #clan culture #warriorsworldbuilding #submission

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elinaline · 4 years

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Got tagged by @mixmio thanks ! my brain does not want to focus on work these days so perfect

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

it’s like. black. I rarely use it though, because if I brush my hair it looks like a bomb exploded on my head fdjkfh so I untangle it after putting in conditioner and usually I just fight it with my bare hands in the morning

2. name of a food you never eat?

cucumber. fuck that vegetable it’s disgusting way too smelly and the texture is fucking horrible

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

too warm !!!!!! and it’s only gonna get worse (: woohoo

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

I was being anxious lmao, and weirdly emotional because of that playlist spotify gave me. Also thinking about how to formulate the things I want on my report for my precedent internship that I still need to conclude.

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

is it twix ? is it mars ? I never know the difference carambar good also

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

I used to be in the official orchestra of a professional rugby team so I’ve been to a few dozens official sports events actually !! I’ll always remember the patrouille the France oing over our head as we were playing for a France-Ireland match in Bordeaux, that was amazing, and Irish rugby fans are so fun :)

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

“oh it’s bubbling up !” talking about a cake I’m trying to do with sourdough starter

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

fucking uuuhhhhh blueberry ? there’s no better ice cream taste than one made from wild blueberries that you went out in the moutain to pick with your family after noticing a good spot during a hike :3

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

orange juice 5mins ago

10. do you like your wallet?

yeah ? it’s convenient I.... it’s got lots of pockets ? idk it’s sturdy wh. that’s a weird question actually

11. what was the last thing you ate?

lunch made by my roommate ! also a bit of the paste from aforementioned cake lol

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

no I don’t intend on buying new clothes until a loooonnnngggg time I don’t particularly need any plus like. quarantine lol.

13. last sporting event you watched?

uh.

the. no wait ? no that’s it probably bits of the tour de france last summer ?

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

there are different flavors between salt and sugar ???????????? anyways salted popcorn is absolutely disgusting so. sugar. there are different flavors ? what a wild world we live in

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

@breadstyx I was talking to them about the cake

16. ever go camping?

rarely

we were supposed to go camping this weekend, since it’s a long one what with May 8, with my class as sort of like one last big event altogether but :) fuck us I guess lol

17. do you take vitamins?

I used to in highschool bc I had toxoplasmosis and it fucking drained me. I’ve also taken some magnesium complements this year because I had vertigo caused by stress because it was such a nice year for me (: (: (:

18. do you go to church every Sunday?

LMAOOOOO NO

19. do you have a tan?

I’ve been stuck inside for the last two months and there is basically no direct sun in my apartment. so. I’m white as fuck rn

I’ll get SO sunburnt as soon as I can go outside lol but catch me rolling in the grass as soon as they reopen the parks, I haven’t seen grass in 52 days fuck off. Like knowing we’d get out of quarantine but that the parks would still be closed for a while did a funny number on my mental health hahaaaa

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

I’m not a big Chinese food fan generally :/ also what kind of pizza are we talking about ?

21. do you drink soda with a straw?

before I answer this question I need to know what you define as soda because I’ve never understood what non French people meant by that. also generally I don’t use straws apart for like milkshakes and smoothies

22. what colour socks do you wear?

right now I’m barefoot

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

I haven’t driven in years my guy fdkfh but usually no I’m exactly at the speed limit I’m terrified of driving and I hate it SO

24. what terrifies you?

like, right now, or ? in general ? I’m terrified of every countries around slowly turning into authoritarian regimes and not being able to do shit, I’m terrified of the general mistrust towards science I can see in the general public, I’m terrified of the rise of fascism, I’m terrified of climate change in a very short term idea because I can’t bear many more summers above 45°C and in the long term because I’d like today’s kids to have a future, I’m terrified of never being enough and not getting a PhD funding, I’m terrified people will get bored of me or think I’m not useful anymore and leave me and I’d have to rebuild myself from zero again, I’m terrified of the general idea of losing control, I’m terrified of big empty spaces, I’m terrified of causing harm of any kind without being able to control or reduce it. You know the usual dose of existential fear and then some, and then some more for good measure haha :)

25. look to your left what do you see?

a calendar

26. what chore do you hate?

doing the dishes and getting the bin out because it hurts my back

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

":)” loved going to Melbourne would love to go back I miss my friend there

28. what’s your favourite soda?

seriously define soda first. If you mean drink with bubble I don’t like any of them basically. If you mean processed drink with an average of five sugar cubes per can I’d say Oasis ? or Ice Tea

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

never been to a drive through. fast foods yeah ! there used to be a Declercq (it’s like belgian fries, v good, v greasy, perfect for a friday night with friends) near my school but they had an oil fire so it burned down :( so now the alternative for greasy fries is BK

30. who was the last person you talked to?

@breadstyx whom I sent a message to about the cake. IRL I live with my roommate so.

t31. favourite cut of beef?

one that’s tender ? you think I know perfectly which cut is what and not that I don’t buy the cheapest one when I feel like polluting a lot with what I eat ?

32. last song you listened to?

I’m currently listening to a spotify playlist. I’s currently playing hang on

Willow tree by twin wild i’ve never heard of these guys but ok

33. last book you read?

oh fuck I’m in a “unable to read” period lmao. Probably one of the October Daye series uh. The one where her mom comes to steal her fiance and her twin

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihfedcba

took a while but I think it’s correct ? It’s like. I know sequences that are easy to invert and I need to link them together that’s the tricky part

35. how do you like your coffee?

black

36. favourite pair of shoes?

Before I bought my docks I had those huge bulgy shoes that I loved because no one could step on my feet in the metro, but the insole started caving in in a weird way and it hurt my ankle so I had to stop wearing them :(

37. the time you normally go to bed?

(: NORMALLY around midnight, but rn it’s more like. between 1 and 2 am when I’m not too bad

38. the time you normally wake up?

NORMALLY around 8 but I’ve decided 9.30 would be good, and I usually am able to get up only by 10am

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

I’m usually not awake for sunrises but both are good. I like the hour JUST after sunset best because it’s like. you can see daysky on one side and nightsky on the other, and everything is sort of blue or sort of orange

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

one

41. describe your kitchen plates?

they’re round and kinda concave so that food doesn’t get out ? I? do you have many weird questions like that

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I’m a sucker for a good piña colada but it’s hard to get them exactly right, like the balance between too sweet and too creamy is subtle

43. do you play cards?

in highschool I used to but I’ve forgotten all the game we’d do

44. what colour is your car?

don’t have one

45. can you change a tire?

lmao

46. your favourite province?

If we’re talking french region, Aquitaine is the closest I’ve ever felt to being home I guess ? I love the Pyrenées as well, all three old regions I don’t know the new ones fdfsdhfsdf

47. favourite job you’ve had?

I’ve only ever done summer camp counselor as a summer job, and I’ve had both a traumatising experience filled with sexual harassment and a really good experience that helpes me get more self confident so.

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

it’s not really a scar it’s a bump on my head that never left, I hit my brother in the garden pool at full speed when I was 7

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

afaik nothing but I’m about to put this cake to bake SO

I am tagging uuuuuuuuuhhh say @sunny-day-sky andddd @queerlynx but like. don’t feel pressured to do it, it’s a Lot

#tag game #long post

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draconic-asterism · 4 years

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Wake-Up Call: Dark Fire AU (1973 words) by hawk_hacks Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magical Twins, Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Lilyana Abelard, Oliver Valiente, Rhett Valiente, Sophia Otomo, Stephanie Warmwood, Adalia Abelard (mentioned) Summary: Lilyana wakes up in a strange place and makes some unexpected friends.

TW: Near-death experience, blood Author’s Notes: Other than minor grammatical changes here and there this fic is basically a first draft. Meaning it might be a complete mess. Read at your own risk. (it’s also on ao3 if you’re more comfortable reading it there, that’s where the first link goes)

Lilyana’s fingers desperately dug into the Earth. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and at this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if it actually was. The pain was paralyzing. It seemed the harder Lilyana tried to breathe the more her throat constricted itself.

Despite it, all Lilyana’s mind shifted elsewhere, Where’s Adalia? The question played over and over again in her mind. She had to get up. She had to find her sister. She had to-

Searing pain shot through Lilyana’s head. Groaning, she clenched her blurry eyes shut. I’m going to die here, she thought distantly as her consciousness slipped away. Breath slowing to an oddly soothing rhythm.

Goodnight Adalia.

“Rhett! Rhett get over here, someone’s hurt!”

- “Did we really have to bring her in the house?”

“She was dying!”

“Yeah, but we could have helped her die less outside. Now I’m going to have to clean up all this weirdly colored blood-”

Lilyana shot up with a gasp. Almost immediately she hit her head and was sent back down with a groan.

“Ow-!” an unfamiliar voice exclaimed, “Are- are you alright? You just ran into me pretty hard.”

Cautiously, Lilyana opened her eyes. Looking down at her was a human boy that was presumably at least a year or two younger than she was. His olive-green eyes were filled with worry.

Again he spoke up, “Are you alright?”. Lilyana hesitated to answer.

Am I alright?

Then it hit her that she was most definitely not alright.

“Where’s Adalia?!” Lilyana shot up once more but was stopped by the stabbing feeling that shot through her abdomen. A hand gently pushed her back down.

“Be careful!” the boy warned her “If you’re not you’ll open your wound and it’ll start bleeding again.”

“Yeah and there’s already enough that needs to be cleaned up as it is,” a different human spoke up. Lilyana shifted to see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He was wearing a dark orange jacket with a lighter shirt, “Try not to ruin the couch even more.”

The younger boy gave the other a glare before turning back to Lily, “If you don’t mind me asking- who’s Adalia? You said that name a lot when we were bringing you back here.”

“She’s.. my sister” Lilyana admitted quietly “I- we came to Earth so I could tell her something important-”

The book.

Lilyana’s eyes darted around the room she was in. There wasn’t that much to see but it was clear that the book wasn’t there. Which means-

Oh no no no no no nonononononononononononononononononononononon-

“Hey hey! It’s alright!” Lilyana jumped as there was suddenly a hand on her own, “I’m sure your sister is fine. She’s probably looking for you right now!” She hadn’t realized how heavily she had begun to breathe.

The human in the doorway spoke up again, “I hope she figures out you’re here soon so you can stop being our problem.”

“Rhett!” the boy next to Lilyana shouted, “Be nice!”

“Don’t worry it’s ok!” Lilyana said quickly before the two could start arguing “It’s probably a bit much to have a stranger in your house bleeding all over the place just.. Please stop yelling.”

“Sorry” the boy apologized, his hand still on Lily’s “the yelling probably isn’t helping with your stress either.”

“Like I said, it’s ok- um” the sentence caught in Lilyana’s throat.

“Oh right! I haven’t even introduced myself yet” the boy said, “I’m Oliver, and the person over there is my brother Rhett.”

Lily gave a small smile, “Well nice to meet you Oliver. I’m Lilyana.”

“Lilyana.. that’s a nice name” Oliver said, returning with his own smile. It was enough to ease Lilyana for a moment despite everything. It was nice to have someone smile at her for once, It’s been so long..

“Oh! She’s awake. Why didn’t either of you come tell me?” the now third unfamiliar voice made Lilyana tense. Something about the human’s tone brought back her unease.

“Well, I figured she’d need some time to recover before she had you poking and prodding at her” Rhett said with a scoff. The new human rolled her eyes.

“Honestly Rhett, as one of the only people here with vaguely comprehensive medical knowledge it’s kind of important for me to be ‘poking and prodding at her’” the human retorted.

“That’s Sophie,” Oliver said offhandedly as the two others began to bicker in the doorway “she’s really smart and super into studying- stuff. I don’t actually know what she studies” he admitted.

Lilyana eyed the two humans wearily. She could feel her head start to spin, “Is there anyone else here I need to know about?” she asked.

“Well there’s-”

“Can’t you two go five seconds without having some kind of argument?” Lilyana swallowed a groan at the sound of a fourth new voice. Though usually she wouldn’t mind meeting so many new people, it was draining enough on top of everything else she was worried about.

Like Adalia.

“That’s Stef, another friend of mine” Oliver explained “Don’t worry about meeting anyone else. There’s no one else here right now” he added quickly.

Lilyana sighed in relief. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she could handle being introduced to anyone else.

“I’m done having this conversation Rhett because I don’t know if you remember but there’s someone injured on the couch that I need to check up on” Sophie deadpanned before walking over to Lily and Oliver. The boy scooted over so that she could have access to Lily.

“Sorry if Rhett has been rude to you at all,” Sophie apologized as she kneeled down “It’s nothing personal. He’s like that with everyone.”

Now that she was closer Lilyana could see that Sophie’s eyes were two different colors. With her right being a silver color and her left being brown. Lilyana raised an eyebrow, Wonder what that’s about.

“She can understand English right Oliver?” Sophie’s question snapped Lilyana back to attention.

“Oh, yeah! She’s been through a lot though so she’s still pretty confused. Her name is Lilyana by the way” Oliver explained.

“I was just wondering because she was looking at me like I asked her what the sky tastes like,” Sophie said.

Lilyana winced “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”

Sophie simply nodded as she moved Lilyana’s arm and lifted up her shirt. It took all the willpower in the world not to squirm. Lilyana looked down to see bandage wrapped around her midsection. The thing was nearly cyan-blue with how much blood had bled through. She swallowed roughly as Sophie put her hand on the bandage.

“How has your side been feeling?” the human asked.

Admittedly Lilyana hadn’t been thinking much of her injury, but now that the other mentioned it the thing ached with a dull throb, “It hurts a bit” Lilyana said.

Sophie frowned, moving her hand and putting Lily’s shirt back down, “How much is a bit? I need something more specific than that” she said, “can you give me a number out of ten?”

“Uh- out of ten?” Lilyana asked.

“Do you not know what numbers are?” Sophie asked, suddenly leaning in with curious eyes.

Lilyana sunk back a bit on the couch, “I know what numbers are, it's just- we have different numbers from humans. I haven’t had the time to learn them yet.”

“Well, in that case, could you hold up the number of fingers instead? That should still translate roughly as the same thing” Sophie asked.

After a moment Lilyana held up four fingers. Sophie nodded.

“I’d say a four on the pain scale is pretty good all things considered,” the human said “Though it would probably be a good idea to give you a fresh set of bandages before I leave you to rest again. Oliver, can you help me sit her up?”

“Sure!” Oliver said, standing up. Together the two slowly helped Lilyana get upright.

“Do you think you could hold up your shirt for me?” Sophie asked. Lilyana simply nodded, doing what the other asked. She wasn’t too keen on seeing the damage that had been done to her. Seeing the floor covered with her blood was enough to make her feel sick.

Now that she was up Lilyana realized that Rhett and Stef were gone. A small bit of relief washed over her. Though she didn’t know the other much Lily was sure Rhett wouldn’t be pleased with Sophie changing her bandages like this. Lilyana wasn’t exactly pleased with it either, I really wish she didn’t have to do this-

“So Lilyana” Oliver said suddenly “What’s your sister like?”

Lily gave him a grateful look, “Adalia is- something” she said with a nervous chuckle “A bit aggressive and stubborn sometimes, but she means well.”

Sophie scoffed, “She sounds like Rhett”. Lilyana tensed as she felt the human begin to peel the bandages off, Adalia. Keep talking about Adalia.

“Trust me, Rhett is tame compared to how she can get,” Lilyana said “But I still love her. Like I said she means well. She’s just a bit misguided.”

It’s more than a bit.

“I’m sure she’s great!” Oliver assured her “Does she look like you?”

Lilyana shivered as her wound was exposed to the cold air.

Keep talking about Adalia.

“Kind of. She has this long, messy blond bush on her head that she calls hair” Lilyana joked “I’ve been told before that we have the same eyes. Don��t really know how true that is but I like to believe it.”

Oliver laughed “Do you think we’d ever be able to meet her?” he asked. Lilyana frowned.

She very well knew the answer to that question.

“Maybe” Lilyana shrugged, trying not to think about the fresh bandages that were being wrapped around her “I’m sure she would like all of you.”

Lies.

“And done. That should be good for now” Sophie said as she gave Lily’s side a pat. The other was quick to put her shirt back down with a sigh.

“Now I’m admittedly tempted to ask what exactly you are with the cyan-colored blood and gills but I’d rather not have Rhett materialize out of thin air to yell at me,” Sophie said with a completely straight face “So I’ll leave you to rest for now.”

Lilyana’s eyes widened at the mention of her gills. I guess it makes sense that she would know. Still the idea that Sophie did made her uneasy. Everything about the human seemed to carry an unsettling feeling beneath the surface, though Lily couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

“I’ll stay with her in case she needs anything,” Oliver said before turning to Lilyana “Unless you need some space right now, which I’d understand!”

Please don’t leave me alone with my thoughts.

“No, you can stay! I don’t mind the company” Lilyana said quickly.

“Call me back if anything happens Oliver” and with that Sophie was gone.

“I guess it’s just us now. Do you need help laying back down?” Oliver asked.

Lilyana shook her head, “No I think I got it” carefully she brought her legs back onto the couch and she began to ease down. Oliver sat down on the floor next to her before perking up.

“Do you need anything? Like food or water? In all this chaos I forgot to ask” Oliver said sheepishly.

In all honesty part of Lilyana was starving, but she shook her head again, “I’m fine. I think getting some more rest would probably be the best right now.” She closed her eyes.

“Oh ok, I’ll be quiet then.”

With that, the room fell into silence.

...

Adalia’s still out there.

Does she know yet?

Has she read the book?

Does she even have it?

What will she do when she finds out?

…

Will she regret killing me?

#hawk's writing #the magical twins #I can't believe I actually wrote this oh god

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 53: Cleanup

Chapters: 53/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Getting There) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Keep Walkin, Nothing To See Here,

Aftermath and looking forward. A small confession

The next few days were spent out among the camps, helping to organize their rebuilding. You had to write down who lost their tents to the fires, what belongings needed to be replaced, and who was sharing their tents with whom. The Icelandic authorities had come in force-probably every cop and emergency serviceperson on the island-to oust the militant camp. Large portions of it had been found empty, which was concerning, but those remaining mostly went peacefully. Either they felt they had accomplished what they had come to do, or they realized that they never would.

Whoever owned those empty tents had either escaped into the countryside or the city, or, more worryingly, had slipped in among the other camps, and were hiding there.

There were a total of five bodies that needed to be transported to Akureyri for storage, so that their families could be notified. Three militants, one protester, and one believer. That was not counting the two who had vaporized. Nobody seemed able to identify who they had been.

As you logged everything, you also recorded names, and thus found out about a number of missing persons. Several people from the protester's and believer's camps had fled in the attacks, and not yet returned. Fritjof was still missing and Sofie's friend, Savane, was adamant that he would not have run away from the battle.

The protesters camp was coming apart. Many people just quietly packed up their things and left, much like the unsavory elements of Trolekaerhalla had done months before. Several others had asked to join the believer's camp, and their leaders had convened for a quick Thing to discuss the subject. Eventually, they agreed, with some conditions: while no one absolutely had to worship the gods, they did have to hold a certain respect for them and Asgard. No more angry signs, no more blame. A curiosity about Asgard, and the will to learn was all that was required.

The remainder of the protester's camp consolidated, re-pitching their tents in a tight circle and refusing to discuss anything further with you.

Trolekaerhalla was just itching to get started on their longhouses, each person trying to decide what they could offer to the construction, looking up how to make this and that, getting in touch with people who knew more about how to build such things.

There were going to be six to start with, arranged in rows, with room to move or store things between them. People who preferred their tents could set them up in the alleys the houses created, which would shield the tents from some bad weather, and allow the inhabitants to easily get inside, if things got too harsh outside. There were plans being made to create areas of outdoor worship, little shrines to each god, called hörgr, and a large building for indoor worship as well. Sofie told you that it would be based on a probably mythical temple that was supposed to have existed in Uppsala, Sweden, but now was only remembered in the writings of people who described it after it was destroyed.

She said the grand temple was supposedly wrapped in gold chains, but that they would probably just carve chain patterns out of wood or plaster, and paint them. That all the gods would have their little niches and thrones inside, and that they would plant some trees outside, in remembrance of the sacred grove that grew outside the old temple, but that they wouldn't sacrifice any living things there.

“Our ancestors did it to please the gods, and ensure their prosperity for the coming year.” She said. “But the gods have asked nothing of us, and we are already prosperous, so there's just no need for it anymore. It would just be uncivilized now.”

Though it was weirdly exhausting, just taking notes all day, you were strangely excited about building houses. You wanted to stack stones, you wanted to hammer nails, you wanted to cut thatch. You didn't even know for sure what thatch was, but you wanted to!

You were pretty sure Loki would not want you out here, putting together buildings, but he surprised you by not only saying that expected you to do so, but that he would be aiding in the construction himself! Not just supervising, but actually building, with his own two godly hands.

“It will confer a blessing on the building.” He said. “At least, it will seem to. My blessings are...rather fraught, I'm afraid.”

“I think the bragging rights alone would be worth it to them.” You said. “Sofie told me that some of the pagan groups from elsewhere in Scandinavia are pretty jealous. Some of them are gonna be sending official representatives, if they haven't already. But she also tells me that some of those groups are pretty racist, so I think they are bound for disappointment. Serves them right though. Oh, she wants to know if she has permission to film you next time you go out there. She was too nervous to ask.”

Loki thought about it. “Tell her to ask me herself. Only then, may she know my answer.”

“Tough, but fair.” You said, texting Sofie. “When will we start building?”

“Oh, it will be some weeks yet. We need to measure out foundations, how much we need in the way of materials, where we are getting the materials, and how long it will take them to arrive. This is going to be a mostly human endeavor: our builders and the Bifrost are still tied up in the construction of Asgard.

But there are so many humans out there, from so many different backgrounds, and they have so many connections. Some already know where to get the stone and wood, and some even already have building tools being sent to them from home. They are just as impatient to get started as you are, my dear. My, but humans really do love to build, don't they?”

You had resumed your lessons in magic and knifework, though Loki kept it light and still made you check in with Bjarkhild once a day, to make sure your head was okay. You didn't mind; the check ins never lasted long, and it gave you the chance to speak with the injured humans before they were all released. Most of them marveled at the way the machines had healed their burns and broken bones-much more efficiently, now that there was more human data programmed in.

“Let them get their county established, and maybe soon, these things will be all over the world.” You had said, and that made even the angriest of the protesters think.

You had presented to the scholars the leaf you had taken from your most recent shared dream of Titan, and they had placed it next to a vial, containing a tiny amount of the orange dust that had come through the last time- likely scraped from your blankets for study.

You really wanted to get to the bottom of this. What if this dream travel one day took you some place you couldn't survive? You had been safe so far, the blue light that helped you fly had also protected you from freezing on Jotunheim, but who knew if that would last.

Loki seemed as clueless as you on this subject, even though it never happened without him. All he could say for sure was that magic was involved.

Your magic was becoming more precise, though you still hadn't tried to move anything big again, not since the huldra. That had been far too much. However, your skill at moving small things with increased accuracy was coming along great!

So great, in fact, that when Loki had attempted to prank you at dinner by having hot peppers hidden in your food, you had gotten back at him by teleporting the peppers into his own food, and had the immense satisfaction of watching him go nearly purple in the face and pour sweat in front of Brunnhilde and his brother.

The Valkyrie general had, of course, laughed uncontrollably, and declared you a national treasure, and even Loki had congratulated you, once he could speak again.

It turned out that, while both Thor and Loki had an insatiable sweet tooth, neither of them had any tolerance for spicy food, and that opened up plenty of opportunities for mischief. Loki was one day going to fall prey to hot cinnamon candies, though you would save that one until a time when he needed a proper punishment.

Your knifework was still nothing to write home about, though you knew, with all the exercise you did, both with Loki, and with the Valkyries, that your body was getting stronger. Borgliot still taught you, but she didn't flirt anymore. That was fine. You knew she was a good catch, but she did still intimidate you a bit, while Loki didn't so much anymore. Maybe it was because you had seen more sides of him than you had of her. Still, you hoped she would find a nice lady soon.

You took ever more lessons with Saga, learning Asgardian law and language. Lofn still shot you sly little smiles, either because she thought you weren't looking, or because she wanted you to see. You didn't think she was making fun of you anymore, but you also didn't know what else her game might be.

And Loki grew ever softer with you, as the weeks went by, relying more on your emotional support, and trying to offer you the same. Often you found yourself sitting beside him, in front of his fire, discussing little anecdotes from your childhoods, planning out the next day's activities. There were always things he was withholding from you, which you expected from him, but it also seemed like they were very important things. The kind of things one probably should discuss with one's Seidkona, but also the kind of things that shouldn't be forced. You were not a professional therapist, after all, you didn't know how to deal with everything he might be feeling. You could just barely deal with what you were feeling.

And, oh boy, were you feeling.

You lusted after him, and then felt bad about it. He had no idea what you were thinking and feeling about him, and you had abandoned the idea of just coming out and confessing to him after all the trouble with the huldra. That tinged your secret fantasies with a patina of guilt, made the pleasure you felt in his presence just a little dingy. When all you had to touch yourself to was the vivid memory of that horrid 'kiss'-how it had felt so good, but had been under such bad circumstances-you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

You wanted him to replace that memory. You wanted him to just grab you by the shoulders during one of these thickly romantic evenings in front of the fire and kiss you silly. Steal your breath, hold you too hard, leave your lips bruised from overuse, any release for this emotion.

And he had no clue.

You went to bed every night, charged with desire, while he slept blissfully unaware, just a few yards away. It was driving you nuts.

You would keep it on lockdown though. You were an adult, you could handle this.

You could handle it.

*****

Fritjof limped back into camp a week after he had disappeared, bedraggled and shivering, but very alive. He had been welcomed back like a hero, to his very visible shock; his hurts patched up, and his presence celebrated.

Once they'd pried Savane away from him, he'd been brought to the rest of the camp leaders, to explain where he'd been.

“I was kidnapped off the battlefield.” He confirmed. “They tied me up and put me in this small camping trailer, like the ones some tourists use. They drove it to a new place every day. I don't know who they were, but they took things from me. Blood. Hair. Skin. I don't know why. I escaped because one of them was stupid enough to stop for a smoke break too close to the trailer. I had to walk back from Mývatn though. Couldn't use the road.”

Sofie got him another blanket and something hot to eat.

“Frit, once you've rested, you need to present yourself at the gates.” She said. “I believe they want to speak with you.”

He nodded. “Do I have to leave?”

“No, of course not.” She said. “Why would you have to leave?”

“Because,” He called the central fire to his hand, then put it back. “of what I am.”

“Oh, Frit. We don't care what you are. It's who you are that's important.”

“You know that's not true.”

“It is here.” Sofie assured him.

*****

“So he's a mutant?”

“Is that what you call human Aesir?” Loki asked. “Seems strangely disrespectful to some of your people's greatest heroes.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked. The jerk from the camp-Fritjof, you remembered-had presented himself for 'processing', and Loki had decided to question him in person. He seemed much less of a jerk now, much more subdued, though he refused to look directly at you, and spoke only Danish the entire time. Loki claimed that he was ashamed of himself, that he could tell a great change had come over the young man. “I thought mutants were new?”

“New according to whom? It's possible the terminology is new. Certainly, your ancestors probably did not call figures such as Herakles 'mutants', if only because they liked their bones where they were. But you know now that mages have existed on your world for thousands of years. Why not mutants? This is one of the planets where Aesir have been found. Many became legends; you would have heard of a few, I'm sure.”

“Wait does that mean that you, and Thor, and Saga are just mutants?”

“...'Just'?” Loki repeated, looking insulted. “Pray, what is 'just' about me? I am Aesir. You know of my greatness. Your 'mutants' are Aesir as well, and if your species had even a fraction of the religious freedom you claim to, you would be worshiping your native Aesir just like you used to do alongside my father!”

“Woah, woah, geez I'm sorry!” You held your hands up in a conciliatory gesture. “I was just trying to understand. I don't mean the word as an insult.”

“It is reductive.” He insisted. “Neither of us needs to like him, but he is Aesir nevertheless, and when you refer to him in such a way, you also refer to me as such...oh.”

“Epiphany?” You asked.

“Perhaps. Though I wonder why you do not seem to think that you are one of these mutants yourself?”

“Well...because I'm not.”

“You think not?” He grasped your wrist, teasing the mark on your hand with a fingertip. “Yet you wield powers that other humans do not. Does that not set you apart?”

“It does, it's just...Magic is something you learn, isn't it? Mutation is something you're born with.”

“We do not yet know from whence your power springs.”

“Wasn't it from you?” You caught his gaze, while he continued tracing the mark. “I wasn't able to do any of this until I met you. Until this rune.”

“Ah, but I did not lay this mark upon you. Something else inflicted it on the both of us. What that was, exactly, remains a mystery to me. Perhaps it was the Norns, weaving our strings together ever more tightly. Perhaps we truly were meant to come together, and just needed added incentive.”

“Yeah, without either of our consent.” You pointed out.

“True. But the Norns, should they exist, do not ask, they simply act. Think of them as vast consciousnesses, far beyond ours, incomprehensible and impartial. Still, if they brought you and I together, I cannot hate them for whatever else they might have done.”

You blinked in surprise, and he released your wrist, looking away.

“Loki...That's very sweet.”

“I see no reason to pretend to austerity here. It should be clear by now that I...care.” He said, slightly flustered, as if he'd revealed something he hadn't meant to.

But of course he cared. You knew that. He defended you, and protected you, and tried to take care of you and make sure you were happy. He was your friend, whatever else he might be.

“I know, Loki. I do too.”

His embrace was tight this time, heart fluttering fast. Yours worked to match it.

#lasabrjotr #loki x reader #loki (marvel)

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doublenuzlocke · 5 years

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Entry #5: Snippets from a Double Dose of Fantasy

(please read the first fic for context and also note that this isn’t as eloquent as I would’ve wanted cuz I had to cut a fair amount of description to fit everything within the 3k limit)

It began with an adventure.

“I heard you have the strength of six oxen. That you can lift a house with your bare hands.”

The halfling girl was startled out of her book as a tiefling boy joined her by her tree.

“That’s wildly inaccurate,” She huffed as she snapped her book shut and placed it in her bag. Hands now tucked under her legs, she looked up at him, his obsidian skin framed by the mid-morning sun. The tiefling’s tail caught her attention as it flicked erratically. She forced herself to look at his grinning face. “Um, who are you?”

A clawed hand reached down, “I’m Gold!”

“…Crystal,” She stared at the hand in front of her face for a moment before tentatively untucking her own to shake it. “Nice to me-Whuh?!”

Crystal’s thoughts were jarred as Gold shook hands enthusiastically before he pulled her up and raced down the grassy hill. She barely had time to grab her bag.

“Uh, Gold?? Where are we going?”

“Saw an abandoned house on the way in. Let’s check it out!”

“Wait, hold on!” Crystal started as they dashed through the cobblestone streets. Gold’s hooved feet clacked noisily on the stone in contrast to the near silent padding of her own bare soles. He pointed at places they passed and asked about them. She managed to give fleeting responses. The buildings grew more dilapidated and foreboding. “We shouldn’t- can’t- this is-”

She almost toppled into him as he halted in front of a boarded up house at the outskirts of town. The structure seemed to sag under the weight of time. There were holes and chipped wood and overgrown plants everywhere. Not even the soft morning light could tarnish the looming dank this place exuded, surrounded by gnarled trees and crumbling walls. Crystal took a deep breath.

“This is dangerous.”

“No, Crys,” Gold tightened his hold on her hand, careful not to puncture her skin with his claws. His gleaming eyes were mesmerized by the house. “This is adventure!”

Before she could stop him, Gold let go of her hand and kicked aside a pile of rotting wood, the remains of a gate. He trotted over stray roots and debris right up to the front door. There were weathered planks keeping it shut. Gold waved over to Crys.

Crystal hesitated. Her knuckles were pale as she clutched the straps of her bag. She glanced around her. Of course this part of town was empty, it nearly always was. Warnings flashed through her mind as Gold beaconed to her. She did not want to get in trouble. She could just leave him. Leave him alone and-

“This is a really bad idea,” Crystal groaned as she joined Gold by the door. He gave the wood a few kicks and attempted to pry the planks off with his bare hands. No luck.

“Bet you could punch through with your ox strength.”

“Why would I?? I could get splinters!”

“How else are we gonna get in? Come on! I wanna see if it’s haunted.”

“No way!”

“Boooo,” Gold leaned against the door and pouted. “Well if you don’t want to punch it, let’s just stab through it with your weird spiky hair.”

“What?”

“How does it do that up thing? I know my hair’s messy, but it doesn’t defy gravity.”

“Sh-shut up!”

“I bet it could take someone’s eyes out.”

“Stop it!” Crys grasped Gold’s tunic before he could say anymore and lifted him over her head. Eyes shut, she chucked him into the unknown. The anger drained from her as the wood snapped loudly when Gold collapsed the door with his body. “Oh no…”

Gold had disappeared into the darkness of the house. Crystal squinted and tried desperately to make him out in the gloom. She nearly screeched as Gold popped his head back out.

“Good job, Crys!” Besides being almost completely covered in grime, he looked no worse for wear. “Let’s go. I don’t want to find ghosts by myself.”

“Nope!” Crystal made a big X with her arms. “No farther! I told you it’s dangerous. And besides, I can’t see in the dark.”

“Oh, really?”

Crystal gaped as Gold snapped his fingers and produced a fist-sized flame in his palm. She glanced between Gold’s grinning face and the fire several times.

“Are you a wizard?”

“Druid, actually. Mom’s teaching me,” Gold held out his non-firey hand to her. “With my magic powers and your brute strength, we can kick this house’s ass. Together.”

“…” Crystal stared. This was crazy. She had only just met this kid half an hour ago…. He was also the only kid willingly interacting with her (besides her cousin who didn’t count). Heck, he had come to her. Before she could spiral into more uncertainty, Crys took his hand and led the way further inside.

The floor creaked with every step, and the shadows casted by Gold’s fire were menacing. Their hands were clasped firmly together; their breaths were loud in the near silence of the room. They stopped at the foot of a rundown fireplace, the brick maligned and cracked. Catching sight of a frame, Gold raised his flame up to cast light on the torn portrait hanging above the mantelpiece. The painting revealed the profile of an elderly man.

This man was peering over dark spectacles and winking. One finger was holding down an eyelid to exaggerate his open eye while the other hand held a fake mustache near his lips. He was smiling with his tongue sticking out.

Crys and Gold looked at each other…

And laughed.

“Some haunted house, huh?”

“My cousin made this place sound horrible.”

“Did she have any stories about this guy?”

“Oh, Arceus, yes.”

Then, the floor cracked underneath them, and the laughter died. Gold and Crys looked at each other again, this time with fear. Before it gave way, Gold chuckled nervously.

“Uh, you told me so?”

Crystal glared and began to retort. The floor collapsed. The kids fell. Someone screamed, probably both of them.

Much later, the two would clamber out of the house exhausted as sunset bathed the town in orange. Crys would outstretch her hand to Gold and invite him to dinner. Gold would smile and accept.

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“Seriously, Mom! I’m not going to get hurt!”

“Your real mom wouldn’t let you have this,” the blue-scaled dragonborn groaned as he held a basket of dangerous plants over his head. “Why not practice those spells from yesterday?”

“Those were so easy! Now, I’ve got these guys…” Gold stepped to the side to reveal a menagerie of critters who looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Following me around everywhere! Oh, this one’s Demon Lord.”

‘Mom’ watched as Gold gingerly picked up the pure white chick to show him off. That was definitely not a chicken. Before the boy could present anymore of his weirdly-named friends, the bell at the front chimed. ‘Mom’ sighed.

“Don’t you have something planned with Crystal today?”

Gold grimaced and placed Demon Lord in his hair, “She’s with Kotone and didn’t want me to wreck anything.”

“Is that what she told you?” ‘Mom’ wondered as he hung the basket on a hook far from reach. The chiming had gotten more insistent. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

“Not exactly…” Gold muttered and focused on a butterfly clambering onto his fingers.

“Well, why don’t you find her and make sure?” The chiming suddenly stopped with a loud CRNKCH before ‘Mom’ could give anymore parental advice. He moved the cloth of the door that led into the storefront. Gold followed.

“Mr. Mom, I’m so sorry!” The half-elf girl behind the counter wailed. ‘Mom’ silently cursed Gold for making that name stick. “We didn’t want to shout but we needed you to see this so Crys kept ringing the bell and now it’s-”

Standing by her cousin, Crys stared down at the remains of the bell solemnly, “I’ll replace this.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” ‘Mom’ pinched the bridge of his snout. “Gold can-” He elbowed the boy who startled before going to a bin of lodestones. “Gold can fix it. Kotone, Crystal, what did you two want to show me?”

Crys placed a hand on Kotone’s shoulder as she raised up a tiny cloth bundle, “I wanted to show Crys this little nest of mice, and when we went this one wasn’t moving or- or breathing. I was really sad and picked it up and then something- something happened and it started moving!”

“Huh…” ‘Mom’ looked down as a little wriggling mouse baby poked its nose out of the blanket. What once was fleshy pink skin was now a deep blue. “Kotone, what exactly ‘happened’?”

“Um, I picked her up… and then I felt this kinda cold tug. Not like a bad cold but like swimming in the lake when it’s really hot. Then, my fingers started tingling, and this baby started glowing and then she was alive!”

“Ohhh,” Gold had moved to them so he could cast Mending on the bell. He nudged Crys. “Kotone was the wizard all along.”

🎲🎲🎲

“Crys, hurry up!” Gold called from outside the temple.

“Just a second!” Crystal answered as she knelt in front of the altar. The rainbow stained glass behind it depicted a majestic being: Arceus the Creator. She bowed her head and sent a quick prayer. Her mouth twitched as Gold and now Kotone’s calls grew more silly. They were going to be fine. She finished up and stood.

They were waiting for her by a cart. Hitched to the front was a massive green-tinged dire bear who seemed to be taking a nap. Kotone was adjusting her pointy brimmed hat and waved as Crys joined them. Gold was half-lounging/half-hanging in the back of the cart and casually picked his nose. They were going to be mostly fine.

“Is Jolly okay with this?” Crys wondered as she clambered up into the cart.

“Yeah, I asked Gold to ask him and I almost cried. I love him so much!” Kotone gave Jolly the Bear a fierce hug and woke him up. He snorted and began to lumber forward even before Kotone hopped into her seat at the front of the cart.

Gold continued to lounge but had mercifully stopped picking his nose. He glanced over at Crys who was attempting to read a journal, “Hey, remind me what we’re doing again?”

“We’re chasing the dwarven thief from last night. Gold, you were literally the one who saw him running away.”

“Oh, yeahhh. I couldn’t catch him even when I turned into a bird. The fast fucker. Doesn’t he have like a bounty or something?”

“Yup,” Kotone supplied. “But our client just wants him returned home. Blue’s very worried about him.”

“Wasn’t she supposed to join us?”

“She would have if she didn’t have to watch her… partner’s? Partners’ plural?? She’s busy with a shop. But she cares about him very much, and we- I kind of owe her a favor.”

“Boo, we should have just let the guard find him.”

“Sure, we could have… if you hadn’t insisted that he looked like this!” Crystal shoved a wanted poster into Gold’s face. It depicted a puffy-cheeked dwarf with exaggerated features. He was very proud of it. Crystal… was not. “This is terrible.”

“Eh, we’ve never caught a thief before. This is a new adventure!”

Crys shared a glance with Kotone, “I say we drop him halfway to the next town.”

🎲🎲🎲

“I know… I’m an idiot…”

Gold had just endured several furious scoldings from many equally furious adults. The crimson-haired dwarf seated near him continued to stare after everyone else had left. Gold glared at him.

“Nothing to say, Silver?”

“…”

“Don’t you want to tell me I’m a fuck up for reviving her that way?? How she’ll never be the same?!”

“…”

“Well, you know what?! I’m not sorry! She was fucking dead and that was the only thing I knew how to do to reverse that!”

“…”

“And we killed that monster, too! It’s done! We did the job! There’s nothing to complain about!”

“…”

“So why don’t you all just lay off and let Crys decide if she wants to forgive me for turning her into something else…! Hgkkk!”

Silver reached over to pat Gold’s back as he collapsed to the floor. Gold’s shoulders heaved as he let out sob after shuddering sob.

“Silver… she doesn’t look like her mom and dad anymore. I took that from her… I…”

“You saved her.”

“What?”

“There’s never a guarantee that you can bring someone back from the dead. Most of the time, a soul won’t answer the call if they’ve been gone long. You casting Reincarnate on her right then and there was the best chance she had of coming back, and she did.”

“…”

“You did it, Gold,” Silver looked up at the room where Crys was sleeping. Kotone was curled up by her side. Moving his hand to Gold’s arm, Silver helped him up and guided him to the door. They needed sleep, too. “You saved her, and we’re all still here.”

🎲🎲🎲

“Whelp, I’m never doing that again!” Gold lounged in a mess of bedrolls as Crys drove their cart.

“Doing what?” Silver deadpanned from the other cart where he was steering Jolly. Their party was leading a sizable caravan of survivors and deceased. “Fighting my lich father or dying?”

“Both!”

“He seems… cheerful,” The blonde gnome cleric remarked to Kotone from the back of Silver’s cart.

“He’s probably in shock,” Kotone sighed. “How are you holding up, Ms. Yellow?”

“Just Yellow, please. Dying was… bad, but being in that sea of dead was… It just was, and I felt like I’d be okay with just being. I wasn’t though. There’s still things- still people who I want to live for… to live… with? I dunno…”

“I think I get it…. You know, they’ll be so relieved to see you again. Red, especially.”

“You- you think?”

Kotone winked, “I know.”

“Hey, Kotone!” Crys called. “If you’re both feeling up to it, we could stop and try to revive more people. There’s still enough supplies from Lord Silph.”

🎲🎲🎲

“Don’t say I told you so.”

“You can’t stop me from thinking it!” Crys ground out as she sliced at more brambles. Her breaths came out heavily since she had endured numerous cuts from unforgiving thorns on top of the battle they had faced before coming here. “Next time, make sure your brother doesn’t tag along when we fight fey creatures.”

“We both know Ruby’d been following us.”

“Yes, but you were the one who told him what we were doing.”

“And you were the one who told Sapphire and Wally.”

“… Ugh, we’re the worst,” Crys halted her attack on the shrubbery to bury a hand into her face.

“Nah,” Gold gently pried her fingers away so she would focus on him. The golden glow of Cure Wounds was as soothing as the calm determination in his eyes. “This is just another adventure. How do you think the others are doing?”

Fwoom! Several hundred yards away, a flaming bolt exploded into the sky and was followed by distant shouts and the beginnings of combat. Gold and Crys shared a look before surging through the brush. Impatient, Gold morphed into a giant eagle and carried Crys the rest of the way into the clearing of a massive tree.

Embedded at the base of the tree, an abomination of water and earth with two gaping mouths thrashed at their friends. Kotone was as shaky as the ground beneath her feet as she fired off bolts of magic. Silver darted from cover to cover and adapted to the continuously changing terrain as he threw daggers into whatever openings he saw. Yellow summoned a swarm of holy creatures to distract it.

Another trio was flanking the abomination’s other side. Red, a human with spiky black hair, tore into its flesh with two deadly blades. Green, an elven man in practical robes, methodically thrust concussive strikes into its body. Hovering behind on a broom, a water genasi summoned icy spikes to rain down on the beast.

“Blue!” Crys caught the genasi’s gaze as they flew closer. “Where’s-?”

Blue pointed a finger up into the branches of the tree where three children were encased in a wooden prison. Wally, a half-elf boy, tended to Gold’s brother, Ruby, who seemed to have sustained a head injury. Sapphire, a halfling girl, made slow but steady work of the bars and splintered them with each strike of a makeshift bludgeon. Crys could feel Gold’s talons tighten on her shoulders.

“We’ve got this,” she assured him as she prepared to strike. Gold cawed in response and dropped Crys directly onto the abomination’s head. Her blade sunk deep into its skull and caused both maws to shriek. Everyone else took this as their cue to double their efforts.

Gold flew up towards the cage as he dodged errant thorny vines. Sapphire had broken a big enough hole into the prison by the time he arrived. Wally helped a barely conscious Ruby stagger onto his brother’s back. The kids cheered as Gold flew to the outskirts of the clearing. As he deposited them onto the relatively safe ground, he transformed back into himself. The abomination still shook with primal rage as it knocked its assailants around.

“I’m not done,” Ruby croaked as he tried to coalesce some magic into his fist. “I can still…”

“…Okay,” Gold whistled to Kotone who threw a satchel in response. He caught it and dumped its contents at the kids’ feet: a wand, a bow and arrows, and a disproportionately-sized warhammer. His whistle had also caught the attention of everyone else. Crys jumped from the abomination’s head and joined Red and Green at the front. She nodded sharply at Gold before she raised her sword and attacked the creature as one with all of their allies.

“TOGETHER!”

And it continued with adventures. The End.

#au fanfic contest #submission #agirlwholikestosayhi

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Revolutionary Girl Utena 34-39 And The Adolescence of Utena

So hot diggity damn, I finally finished the Series and it’s Sequel movie. (Perhaps it’s not truly a sequel. I will be graceful and acknowledge this as a possibility as I gleefully ignore it because hot damn that movie makes Negative Sense if You haven’t seen the series before (Which I know factually because I’ve watched it multiple times without having seen the series in full proper. That dance scene man) but makes immense amounts of sense if viewed as a sequel. I’m gonna get around to it sooner or later I think, probably sooner since the subject is on my mind, but still) Shit went down. So much has gone down, but the one thing that I can say is that it I am so glad to see that Akio got dunked on in the most pleasing way by the Lady who consistently spat hot fire the entire series.

Also that Dance Scene was SO FUCKING GOOD, LIKE HOLY SHIT GUYS.

Proper Essays and the like to come as I Do a run through thoughts and such, since I got a bunch of them.

Episodes 35-39

Episode 35

Oh Boy prince time again. Oh god. Oh god they changed it again.

I find it interesting that Dios is Still framed pretty sympathetically. He's a solid A plus good guy, but shit goes so horribly wrong that he just...stops. Hm. Wonder if there's a reason WHY he warped so? It doesn't excuse anything but...

Wait, did Utena start recalling everything? Hell of a way to regain your memories.

I do not appreciate the crotch shot here following that last ep.

GODDAMNIT AKIO. YEAH TAKE A WALK AWAY.

This whole scene feels awkward.

Oh damn her face flattened out like whoa. She mad.

Was it Eternity? That warped him...?

What's with the car...?

Also, ….Ok, toga. Car Pyramid too.

Also, is Akio...hm. Oddly Passive? Hm.

Give her a present, say it's from me, and god damnit akio please stop being weird for like 10 seconds.

What's with the carrot in his pocket.

Earrings? Jessu wakaba.

...Wait, was this to tilt TOGA? But why would that do it?

Prince Mystique. I think this shit was actually supposed to til him.

I think Akio actually fucking played Touga. HE THOUGHT THEY WERE PARTNERS AND YOU GOT PLAYED!

Yeah, Touga is fucking TILTED.

He looks so put off right now. Like he's...off. He's off in a way the others haven't been.

Saionji here reading him like a book. Jesus Saionji is tearing him a new one.

Used people like tools and it made you strong IN THE PAST.

Shadow Girls? Feels super early, but it's the second half of the episode. But what's the deal with fish...Oh, fish in the sea. Girls exist to be exploited? Huh...Toga I guess....A Mermaid? Oh, a fish and a personality

LEFT THE BED. OH NO. The earrings. Also, I dislike the soft lovely lovey dovey shading here. Just feels...like liesssssssssssss

Anthy.

He thinks he won the game. He wants her to be a princess.

A princess who will revolutionze the world.

Oh Shit the elevator! It's been too long.

Is it the bros time?

Never come out of this coffin. Is everyone dead here?

Saionji: YOU LOVE HER BRO?

TOUGA: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Final Letter? Hm..Why the play? But I'm making this call. Akio's not actually end of the world?

Saionji: YOU SURE YOU WANNA BE LIKE HIM?

But for real dudes, why you strippin.

...Oh is chuchu a familiar? Or some part of anthy?

Anthy is not having it. AND SH what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK WE JUST GONNA IGNORE HER SPURTING INTO SWORDS?

Honestly, all of this is half making me wonder about the black rose arc cause it feels...mad out of place? It got excised from canon but...hm.

Episode 36

This yinyang shit is increasingly worrisome.

Elevator again? Also, how long has it been since we've seen the rest of the student council. And why does Touga think he needs to beat her to save her?

Hm....

Is the coffin (Coffins) Ohotori? Is this some weird purgatory? Would explain shadow seminar guy.

You sound sincere when you say that. IMPLYING HE DOESN”T THE REST OF THE TIME.

DON'T KISS AND LOOK ALL DREAMY FUCK YOU AKIO. FUCK YOU

WHY CANT THESE GUYS CLOSE A SHIRT?

Oh Stuco? Please be the heroes we need.

Juri: SOMETHING IS WRONG

Miki: WELL SHEIS A GIRL BUT...Uh...I mean that's good? Right? Something is off.

Oh Boy. Revolution TIME.

….What...what are they doing. What's with the Bike...? Also, the metaphor shit makes me uh..Hm.

Touga: GETTING SECOND THOUGHTS.

Saionji tries to copy akio, and immediately shot down, shits dumb.

Shirt open utena? Copying princly(???) manners there.

Night Dueling...?

So...what's up Touga?

REAL STARS. SEEING REAL STARS FOR THE FIRST TIME!

And it shows the castle? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Man, touga realizing he fucked up but big.

I'm not sure if he's fucking around or for real right now. This is a cute as hell moment i'll grant, but suspect. Touga's got a history.

So he does care. Oh...So that's why he has to win. To keep her away from Akio? But...what's up with that.

...So is Saionji to Anthy as Touga is to Utena? Huh...?

Shadow Time...? Prince of the Horse and the Prince...uh...Hm.

Apocalypse time Hoo boy.

Huh. The Roses growing in anthy's clothes....I wonder if they're supposed to be sorta like...Swords? Analagous to Swords.

Touga and Saionji...Yeah I think that's a HARD ass confirm there. Wait oh my god really?????

That no budget though.

….Touga said he'd protect her and....EVERYTHING GOT REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. THE CARS. ANTHY

Oh man the cars are getting HOT wrecked.

Yo. YO GUYS THIS IS DOPE.

Are the cars the dudes/princes familiars...?

Is it over for us?

BEWARE THE ROSE BRIDE AND END OF THE WORLD

hoo boy. That's...a long ass pause there. And whispering akios name and YEESH SWORDS

oh god is it happening? Oh god it might be happening.

OH FUCK IT HAPPENED. AND SHE LOOKS BROKEN AS SHIT RIGHT NOW.

Utena is...uh...not here right now.

Nanami was RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME. TRIFLING AS HELL AS SHE WAS SHE WAS RIGHT.

ALSO BLUE HAIR AND JURI MIRROR UTENA AND TOUGA OK GOT IT. Shiori is Anthy then I guess.

Utena don't you know how much i've despised you? HOLY SHIT

Episode 37

Hey, Hey, Utena. SHITS FUCKED. ITS HIS FAULT.

DON'T TAKE THE RING OFF OH FUCK. She remembers. Oh boy. Ohhhhhhhhboy.

Only realizing how many fake ass stars are in the apartment.

Anthy is acting more robotic than usual.

Forgive Me! Chuchu.

Oh, the Rose bundle has the whole set of colors don't it. Yep. Orange, green, blue, yellow, red.

End of the World doesn't want things to change?

You two just gonna...just gonna admit how close you are. Touga. Saionji.

Anthy can hear the car noises. If you can still hear it.

GOD I HATE THIS MAN SO MUCH.

Anthy on her mind.

No star mention huh. Stars don't interest him....Hm.

Only place you can see stars are in Anthy and Utena's room.

Is this the first time we've seen utena in red?

….I JUST realized how immensely creepy this picture taking thing is from Akio. Somehow.

Anthy: My brother loves you as well miss utena.

Oh she's fucking up the ball game.

I love this life, I hope our feelings stay the same between the three of us.

Well fucking up the ballgame is off. But falling out the pattern. Never a good sign.

Juri and Miki to the rescue?

Utena is chosen to bring the world revolution. And she doesn't...want it. Been playing prince..So you could make yourself a prince.

Juri: What're you gonna do about anthy. You love her right. You...You know that right?

Nanami to the rescue. YOU KNOW YOU'RE BEING TRICKED YOU MORONS. STAY AWAY FROM AKIO AND ANTHY.

Nanami is a good girl, if a bit of a bitch..

Kozue watching like a hawk.

Miki: Hey I'm a bit in love with you.

Juri: COINCIDENCE?

Duel for her huh. HUH?

Shadow Girls...Why aliens crashing into the tower?

Utena's the Actress here. Shadow Girls OTP. Only one girl can be chosen at the audition.

So, a taste of the princess life?

Hoo boy...Why does he look so fucking angry. Also Anthy with the uh...weirdly sexual pains there.

What do you wanna do in the future Anthy?

Cantarella. A Deadly Poison. Why...are you just bringing that up. Poisoned Tea and cookies...huh?

What's with the record skip.

BOTH OF US TOGETHER 10 YEARS FROM NOW. Yes it would be nice. Just...Just ask her out utena. Please.

...Why are you on the ledge Anthy. uh...Is this a suicide HO SHIT.

I just can't go on. Anthy just...legit tried to kill herself? She just tried to kill herself.

Devoted to true friendship? A gullible fool?

Anthy. You can still turn back huh. Ring On. Prince Mode Engaged. Let's just fucking go.

Episode 38

APOCALYPSE AT THE START? UH. UH PATTERN BREAK? Uh...Shit.

Last two eps, now is the time I guess.

Hold Hands in the face of the End of the World. Let's goooooo

So...That's Dios. And Akio in front. So they're not the same person. For sure.

The Castle where a prince and princess will live together happily

WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO ANTHY JESSU CHRIST THAT WAS SCARY.

Rose Bride Utena.Make her into a rose bride. Hit him utena.

Yes, what does happen to Anthy. Rose Bride forever. Swords for ever.

Oh are they building on the suicide thing? Please and thanks.

Oh anthy REALLY wants to die. Like she is not even trying to stay alive.

The Rose Bride, a doll with no heart, to be abused and used huh.

Anthy and Utena finally having a heart to heart.

...Kinda feel like they're talking past each other though?

TAKE BACK THE SWORD.

Dios on her side.

The Prince and Castle are illusions. So that include the school...?

Uh...Uh...the star gazing room? Planeterium, that's the word.

Akio's room is the tip top. Casts Illusions.

Is it so wrong? YES FUCKER JESUS.

YOU ARE AN ADULT YOU FUCK. ITS NOT POSSIBLE TO BE FAIR.

You never tried to understand anthy. Huh...

They are throwing so much here. Like god damn.

Akio claims

HELLAVATOR?

He's trying so hard to get that sword from Utena.

He's...crying?

JUST A WITCH.

OH GOD THE SHELL. ITS BEEN SO LONG!

Nanami too!?

Smash the Worlds shell....oh the end of the world.

The Revolution Duel Has Begun huh.

Akio with his off brand Utena Outfit.

Real Combat huh?

Akio is REFUSING to explain himself. Which is markedly different since he's the only adult here.

I'm Gonna be a Prince...Oh shit is this the duel opening shot. Illusory construct. Oh boy. Oh boy that shit was literal wasn't it.

Anthy...? She looks uh...Not Ok.

Akio isn't though. He's looking uh...Bad too.

ANTHY? ANTHY?! WHAT TU FUCK? THATS HOW YOU END THE EPISODE?!

HOW YOU GONNA STAB UTENA LIKE THAT?

EPISODE 39

uh...pattern breaking again. Where's the opening. Last time to break a pattern I guess. Chance to.

FUCKING STABBED HER! WHY.

You remind me of Dios. But you can never be my prince cause you're a girl.

uh.

Uhhhhhhh.

The Duel Named Revolution. Utena is...Her Their Representative.? She's their Rep.

A boy saved juri's sister, and died. They can't recall his name. Uh...hm.

Y'all just gonna have corn cookin though.

Anthy....?

Do you hate what i've become? Why is he crying?

Y'all just gonna leave Utena dying.

His knowledge is absolute. He chose this path. Claims to love her. FUCK HIM UP.

He couldn't win with his sword, so he stole utenas.

UTENA HANGIN ON.

Stubborn and reckless hero. A taste of true friendship.

OH FUCK THATS A LOT OF SWORDS

Shine with with human hatred. Summoned and deflected by Utena's sword?

HEY HEY WAIT A SECOND. THE FIRST SWORD THAT STRUCK HER IS DIOS/AKIOS. HEY WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE.

Takes the sword in place of the prince. Destiny of the Rose bride huh. And he's sitting here saying she chose this? YOU TALKED HER INTO IT ASSHOLE.

AND HE CAN'T EVE DO IT WITH THE SWORD HE WANTED SO BADLY.

So...Dios...Again. Through the door eternity, and the power to change things. Well damn fuck dios too.

It's interesting that Dios is presented as a powerful figure, but is ultimately pretty impotent here. He holds absolute power but cannot act? HUH.

Broke her sword huh.

Akio: I COULDn'T DO IT SO YOU CAN'T EITHER. FUCKING DUMBASS

Utena; FUCKING TRY ME. THIS SHIT IS GOIN DOWN.

Oh, friend pointed it out. Roses are all her color.

No power, you can't do anything. Just be dependent.

Utena: FUCK OFF. FUCK THIS DOOR. ANTHY

HAVENTS SEEN THIS SHIT IN A WHILE!

And the swords stopped.

Just realized how childish the prince is...

Oh hey a coffin. And her hands are bloody.

Oh...I think HES gonna have to deal with these swords now.

It's anthy in the coffin. Of course. Tracks.

Don't be afraid of the world says baby Utena. Word.

AT LAST WE MEET!? Yeah that tracks. That. Yeah. She's not being the rose bride. She's being Anthy.

TAKE HER HAND ANTHY GODDAMNIT

While i'm thinking, the whole edifice of end of the worlds power broke down.

Someday together. Uh. Uhhhhhh. Hey. Hey wait a minute.

HEY NO THATS NOT COOL. In the end I couldn't be a prince. Forgive me.

The Swords are...Uh...Utena. UTENA! oh..oh shit.

Wakaba. Hero.

Shadow Girls gonna be an actress. 10 year reunion.

Who was Utena again...? uh.. Utena Hopitalized? Uh...Hey wait a second.

Everyone seems to be..going on.

They're all forgetting she ever existed.

He really doesn't realize what happened.

She vanished from your world. Huh.

Oh hey she's in utena's colors. Well maybe her colors.

I SWEAR I'LL FIND YOU. HEY WAIT.

Hey Final frame Utena and Anthy. ALRIGHT.

MAY THIS ROSE REACH YOU.

NOW THE MOVIE

Revolutionary Girl Utena The Adolescence of Utena

Ok, so this isn't the movie proper, just the dvd thing, but Man Anthy looks super. She looks actually kinda confident and active and alive I guess?

Anyway, I'm going into this assuming it's some kind of sequel. I'm looking for that anyway. Whether it's true uh..We'll see.

HERE WE GO

Anthy and Akio on the tower? And now Just Anthy. At the toppest point where things were controlled right?

….what the fuck is this geometry.

Music still slaps.

I'm sure those pictures were supposed to mean something but fuck if I know what.

...What the hell.

Utena!? SHORT HAIR SHARP DRESSED!

Wakaba! Utena being the charmingest though.

On Air? Shadow Girl Radio! Listen Carefully!

This academy is castelvania.

Shadow girls: Dumped again? Rain on her parade? Huh.

Utena's Pavlor Instincts: PRINCE?! PRINCE WHERE!?

Budget yo. Miki and Juri though man. Juri's not a bad choice for prince.

Juri has like 8 times as much hair. Like Damn. Your Rival

Hey it's Touga! Utena is SHOOK

...The Rose Thing is BUSTED. Just straight wrecked. The Garden. That's the word.

Hey touga what's with the spooky ghost bullshit.

HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN SINCE WE LAST MET.

I didn't come here looking for you. Surprised you're here.

I'll live with high goals.

More of a pink rose really. Unfurls to reveal...the ring? Huh. Rose Rain now.

Oh...That's DEFFINITELY the highest place in the academy. Structurally uh...uh.......

The Rose Gate looks fucked up. Oh that's a lot of roses. Didn't anthy say something about tending roses...?

Are you not afraid? Anthy looks...really happy. Her hair is down.

I'm the only one captive to the roses. Why'd you come here?

Why'd you come to this academy? And Anthy stopped when she saw the ring. And kinda freaked out.

How do you know about that. Heyyyyyyyyyyy. Saionji.

Rose brides symbol. She's holding that pink/white flower pretty tight though.

Anthy just...kinda went back into robo mode there. And she's not...precisely feeling the ring thing.

Meanwhile, that gate effect.

Do you have a sword? (you know nothing. Last chance to take it off please.)

Utena. A broom ain't a sword, but yeah fuck him up. Ain't worse than what you.

Anthy slap count. But she's active here. She's being a person here unlike before which is.

Anthy is covering her ears.

You're the one who doesn't understand. Is there any girl who's happy to be treated like a possession.

I NEVER SAID THAT I WAS A BOY. FUCK OFF.

Anthy looking hopeful there. DIVE. YOU're NOT ALLOWED TO DUEL WITHOUT A SWORD.

And...Is this song from the original but better but....

Anthy and utena got back into the swing asap. Long Hair Utena returns. Prince Utena rather I guess.

GG Saionji.

PINK MOSTLY! ITS PINK MOSTLY! NOT RED. A LITTLE RED! OH MY GOD THIS MIGHT BE A LEGIT SEQUEL!? Kinda sorta. I'll have to explain myself later.

Touga and Utena are cute as kids. Look at em.

Anthy just...asserted herself.

I don't usually invite people to my room. And then you pull her onto your bed.

Mark of the rose, you know it don't you?

Uh...uh damn Anthy. She's just....straight up feeling up Utena. Looked shocked then certain.

Dreaming of the castle with the prince.

Kozue what are ...what's up with this room. Her prince drowned huh?

Probably the closest we'll get to duelist wakaba here.

Also trying to win her. Well I guess you could say he's here for the dueling.

Hey, Touga don't kiss and tell.

These two are...oddly friendly.

Touga, don't talk to Akio. It's never good.

Calling her a witch.

Prince was a lord of the flies. The witch turned them into a prince.

Wait, not Kozue, that was shiori.

KOZUE, just put a knife to her brothers throat. OK.

Uh...Sold to your father...? Where's nanami though. Calling him a customer makes this uh...infinitely skeeziesr.

Wow Shiori seems a bit uh...

Oh yeah, that's no good. Goddamn poor touga.

Touga: I will win. But I can't be cruel to Juri. High goals man.

This darkness leads to the end of the world....And Dios being a goddamn Cryptid.

The Revolution will begin soon.

Miki: My wish is to obtain more power.

Juri: I want power to be free. To be unconstrained.

Touchy Juri is cool. Big Big Sister Energy there.

Shiori being MAD damicky right now. Trifling. Just absorb Nanami or something?

Miki: Free from Constraints. I get it. Yeeeeeee.

Anthy Please step away from the edge. And you just flash stepped to the center. ok.

Utena is WAY more expressive here too.

“There is no prince” That's...pretty chilling coming from utena actually. And Anthy is so damn touchy feely.

Uh. Uhhhhhhh. ok. Axe antics.

But not in utena which is a step up.

Ooh the ground is mad pretty.

And the starrrs. YoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anthy! Looking mad gentle and sweet here. Duelist Utena! And Rose Bride Anthy!

Oh shit. This dance scene is...And it's their reflections .

NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIME PASSES DON'T FORGET THTA PROMISE. IVE COME ALL THIS WAY AT LAST!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE LIGHT IS ALWAYS SHINING!

THEIR EXPRESSIOSN AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Oh it's the oninon boy.

Draw Each Other huh! eyebrow waggle

Anthy where the hell are you going.What the. And it's the tower huh.

It's just an obvservation room now though huh. Or in this version.

Anthy, smiles when she takes off the ring. SEQUEL VIBE INCREASES.

Anthy, is unquestionably the one in charge this movie. Compared to before. She's way more impish.

Like...How the hell did you talk her into posing nude exactly?

Utena. Utena are you asking her to strip- ANTHY!

Uh what's that sound. WHAT ARE THESE PICTURES? Uh...Uh...wait what's up with the anthy here.

Ok, so Akio/dios being a weirdo again....and there is a fucking hole in her chest. A big honking hole.

SHADOW TIMES:...

Is...Is that nanmi. There's Chuchu and nanami yep, ok. OK. Oh it's the three dudes too.

You had limitless budget and you put this shit in.

...What the fuck was that though. Crocodile kun.

Hey Akio looking...Cool as usual. But is he still awful?

Record skips. Great.

Did he roofie his sister.

Hey fuck that noise WE DUEL NOW

VS JURI

...People can SEE them dueling?

What's with Shiori though.

Juri once again, being a boss. Also, I just noticed that all of their outfits have gotten an upgrade.

...Miki what do you mean who is Touga.

Juri is...WAY madder about her pretending to princedom than before.

Dios Overlay. And Anthy seemed shocked.

…....A Dead Akio. And he was buried under the ground. And Anthy looked...kinda...pissed.

Anthy killed Akio. And Shiori? Out here pulling shit?

...Oh Akio thought she was asleep when he pulled his shit. Hoooooboy.

Oh the interview room. Shadow room?

Akio freaking the fuck out and he killed her.

And he's dead. Pretty pathetically actually.

Deffo the shadow seminar. Hellavator!

...Touga?

So castle showed up when she killed her brother.

Is...Touga dead.

They keep going back to this drowning kid.

Hero Touga. The Touga we deserve.

Well he died in water and not fire, so...Go him. Seemed pretty chill about it.

I finally found you utena. Power of miracles as long as you stay here.

Pull the sword out and just put that shit back in.

Let's get the fuck out of here-CARRED

TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD

Best version of the Apocalypse song, but why a fucking carwwash. Who thought this made sense. It's DOPE to look at but like damn man.

Utena makes a DOPE car though. Like that shit looks awesome. SHES RUSTING ANTHY. PUT THE KEY IN HER.

Shadow Radio! Hot Damn, Kage OS looks DOPE.

They're all pink haired shadow gals. Which is neat.

Wacky Races Yo.

BIG MISTAKE THINKING YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TURN INTO A CAR.

Only one who escapes this world. The only one who deserves it is beautiful me. Well...Rip Shiori.

OH ITS THE SWORDS. THEY'RE THE SWORDS.

Ok, this makes CONSIDERABLY more sense if you think of it as a sequel I think.

Needs help? Stuco Squad is there for youuuuuuuuu.

Or at least those who remain.

….WAKABA IS THE JEEP!?

Saionji: I have your back. And when we get to the outside world, I will be there to seduce. The fucking dork.

Oh hey it's the castle making what I must assume is it's last appearance....Oh that's ominous. Das big.

THAT OPENING THEME YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Still freaking weird, but Shadow Girls got your back..

HYE THATS CHEATING!

Oh hey, it's everyone's favorite dickhead.

Where you can be a living corpse.

You can only be a prince in that world.

Goodbye brother, you are no longer my prince.

Hey Akio, how is it you're still the worst.

The balancing act there is crazy like damn you two.

Shadow Girls no more! But we'll miss you.

Anthy Himemiya and Utena Tenjou as the Shadow Girls huh.

Man, the real world looks like shit. (?real World?)

The logistics of it aside, that's a hell of a cool shot.

Return to the outside world we're from. Explore and make the world bigger. Ok. Ok. I get you.

Also. That made LESS sense with context.

#revolutionary girl utena #adolescence of utena #Liveblogish #Now that I have it I know I can Essay #Spoilers #This was a riiiiide #can't wait to do it again #and the rewatch somewhere down the line is gonna make a really interesting revisit to analysis. Better note taking and the like and all that

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