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ticklishfiend · 1 year

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Love Language (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Switch!Bakugou, Switch!Deku (BakuDeku)

A/N : sorry if there’s any mistakes, the tumblr app is a bitch and i am so tired of using this platform! sorry for the cynicism, just tired. hope you guys enjoy!! i’ve been wanting to write for bkdk forever so this was fun :)

Summary : Bakugou's keeping a secret. Deku is very eager to figure out what exactly he's hiding, and this leads to some...playful antics.

Word Count : 3994

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Deku had put some real thought behind what his and Kacchan’s love language together would be. He felt every relationship had one that stood out above the rest, whether it be words of affirmation and adoration for one another, or simple physical touch that lingered so one could be as close as possible to the other they love.

But if he had to choose a word, just one word to describe the love language he and Kacchan shared together, the answer he finds in his vocabulary sticks out like a sore thumb:

Bickering.

“Kacchan, I already told you there isn’t another day we can go. I’m either babysitting Eri or training with All Might every other day; it has to be Tuesday.”

“Fucking reschedule then, nerd. I’ve got plans on Tuesday, and I know damn well I’m not rescheduling,” Kacchan lounged against Deku’s bed, sprawled lazily as he scrolled through his phone and argued like it was clockwork. Because really, it was.

“I can’t just reschedule, you know that! What’s so important about Tuesday anyway? Got a hot date you care to clue me in on?”

“Oh yeah, super hot. Way outta your league, don’t bother asking,” the smirk on Kacchan’s face made Deku smile at the corners of his mouth before immediately pulling his face back into a pout-like scowl.

“I’m serious, Kacchan, why not Tuesday?”

“Because I said so.”

“Stop being so stubborn.”

“Stop being so annoying.”

“I’m not annoying, I’m persistent.”

“Persistent on annoying the shit out of me.”

Deku sighed frustratedly, finally shutting the laptop on his desk and swiveling the chair around to face his incredibly hard-headed boyfriend, who was still looking at his phone.

He stared at Kacchan for a good moment before the blonde gave in and looked back at him. The blonde kept his eyebrows up and lips pressed, like he was pretending to care about the conversation. He did care, but it’s fun to tease Deku and get him all huffy like he is now.

“Yes, your majesty?”

Deku groaned, but he felt his face getting just slightly warmer at the teasing remark. He said nothing in response, just continuing to stare Kacchan down like his eyes had hidden lie detectors installed in the retinas.

Finally, Kacchan huffed, his face relaxing from the teasing one he held back into that infamous grumpy expression, returning his glare to the phone in his hand, totally uninterested. Totally.

“Look, I’ve got shit to do that day, alright?”

“Like what? Why can’t you tell me what it is?”

“Because I just can’t, okay?! Not a big fucking deal..” Kacchan continued with a mumble of feign annoyance, “You’ll figure out what it is later anyways.”

Ohh. Okay then. So it’s a secret for Deku, not from him. Interesting. Very interesting.

Deku sat in thought, allowing an almost tense silence to fill the room. His glare remained aimed at Kacchan, finger curled against his chin that tilted down as he pondered. It was an expression Deku wore quite often when thinking. Every couple of seconds Kacchan spared him a glance, before clicking his tongue like he was irritated at the cogs turning in Deku’s head.

Finally, Deku stood, sauntering over to the bed innocently enough. He peeked down at Kacchan with a sweet smile, the blonde finally peering above his phone and grimacing at the look.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” He grumbled.

“So what’s this about Tuesday?”

“Oh my god are you still on that shit? I said you’ll find out soon enough so just drop it-- hey-! Gah whAt the-! S-stop, dohon’t you-- shihit stop!”

That was another thing Deku could probably count as one of their love languages: tickling. Whether to settle a dumb argument, win against the other in a spar, or just to hear some cute giggles whenever they felt in the mood, somehow tickling was always brought back up in their relationship like they were rekindling the childhood they fucked up for each other.

Neither one of them minded it. In fact, they both thoroughly enjoyed the activity when it was with one another. But one was definitely more keen on admitting that fact than the other would ever dare.

Deku’s smile was innocent and sweet; the fingers curling into Kacchan’s lower ribs, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves that left his boyfriend near thrashing through choked-back laughs, were much less so.

Kacchan growled through restrained giggles, trying hard to fight back against the silly sensations that forced his body to curl around his evil boyfriend’s fingers and his belly to bounce in giggles so unlike him.

“Q-quihit! I swear I’ll- gggrraahaha nohoho!” His feet kicked out against the mattress, ruining the well-made comforter just so he could relieve himself from all the pent-up ticklish energy coursing through him. He tried pushing away Deku’s hands, but even when he managed to move them away from one spot, like his belly, they always found another that somehow felt more ticklish than the last, like his fucking ribs. “I swehehear! GAhaAHAHahah Deheheku!”

“You swear what? Sorry, I can’t understand you, you’ll what now? Hm? What are you gonna do, Kacchan?” Deku teased, delighting in the squeal and curses against his life he got in return. “Oh, I know what you’ll do! How about you tell me what you’re gonna be up to on Tuesday? Hm? How’s that sound, Kacchan?”

The blonde just shook his head defiantly, if not to also hide his flushed face in his pillow as much as he could.

Why did he always feel like this every time that nerd tickled him. It was so fucking stupid, immature as anything. Tickling isn’t that bad, it shouldn’t take much for Bakugou to fight back and claim victory like he did with everything else.

If it was anyone else tickling him, he’d still be holding back well by now. Sure, it’d probably tickle just the same, maybe less. But he’d be able to hold off his laughter, fight back harder, do fucking anything other than curling up into a squirming ball of growling giggles and just let it happen—like he was doing right now.

There was just something about the way Deku in particular tickled him that always made his face flame, made his brain short-circuit into nothing more than giddy mush. It just felt different. More intimate, maybe. Deku knows the ins and outs of Bakugou’s entire being, has analyzed him since the day they met, and yet still somehow the bastard manages to find out new things about him nearly every day. Deku knows exactly how to tickle him, and this makes him vulnerable. That knowledge makes the fingers squishing into his belly tickle just so much worse than they would with anyone else.

Bakugou can't stand it. He can't take it.

And yet he fucking does.

“C’mooooon Kacchan! I know you wanna tell me! Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me-”

“STOHOHOPP! You ahahasshohole! Fuhuhuck ahahaha-!” Bakugou was going to die like this. Face red like a cherry, squirming away from his boyfriend’s fingers that always found a new spot to torment no matter his struggle, those stupid fucking butterflies filling his belly and making him feel all—

NO. No. He doesn’t like this. This is torture, an interrogation tactic—and a childish one at that. He is fine, he will persevere, he can fucking handle a little-

“WAHAHAIT NOHOhohoho! Nononohohoho you fuhuhucker!” Through his struggle Deku managed to sit on his waist, pinning his body to the bed and leaving him even more helpless than before. He even zeroed in on that disgustingly ticklish spot on his upper ribs, the one he just loved to remind Kacchan of endlessly. The blonde glued his elbows to his sides like it would do anything but trap Deku’s stupid skilled fingers to that one horribly ticklish spot.

Bakugou tried spitting curses at Deku through his cackles, but the words always dissolved into hysterical giggles that that green-headed fucker just chuckled at in response.

“You’re so cuuuute! It tickles, doesn’t it? Does it tickle? Does thiiiis tickle?” Deku pinched faster at that dastardly little spot, Kacchan throwing his head back in giggly anguish. The blonde shook his head yet again, squeezing his eyes shut tight so he didn’t have to look at that sickly sweet expression on his evil tormentor's face.

“Yohohou-! You cahahan’t! You cahahan’t juuhust-!” He yet again lost his words to wheezes and unstoppable giggles, kicking hard against the mattress in flustered frustration.

“I can’t? Oh, but I can! I can do whatever I want, Kacchan, and you can’t do anything about it. All you have to do is tell me what you’re gonna be up to on our date night and then I might let you go!”

Bakugou gave him a wide-eyed intimidation stare, though the effect was lost on his cackling smile and scrunched-up nose. “Mihihight!?”

“Well yeah, I love your laugh~! I only get to hear it so often cause you’re this ticklish,” Deku chuckled, now poking sporadically all over his boyfriend's sensitive ribs and making the blonde throw his head back in a giggle fit. “Tickling you is just so fun, Kacchan, you know it’s hard for me to stop sometimes,” he stated it like a clear fact Bakugou should already be aware of. Even worse is that Bakugou was indeed very aware of how much fun Deku found tickling him to be, and it made his body feel torn between squirming away from him entirely to escape that horribly funny feeling, and just sitting perfectly still (or, at least, as still as one could be while being tickled) and letting his mean boyfriend have his fun. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, Deku is having his fun by torturing the living daylights out of him, but Bakugou’s come to find such a soft spot in himself for that little fucker, one that wants to let him do whatever he wants just to make the boy happy— unluckily for him, this soft spot just happens to be insanely fucking ticklish, and Deku has all intentions to exploit the hell out of it.

“I don’t cahahare! It’s nohohot—! Ahahaha shihit—!” Kacchan wheezed, fists gripping onto Dekus wrists like a lifeline. He pushed, he shoved, made a whole show about trying to get away.

And yet? There he lies; still giggling, still tickled.

Deku chuckled, giving sweet pinches to Kacchans hips and thriving in the loud, giggly whine his action brought. “You can’t even talk now~,” he keened, bringing his face so fucking close to Bakugou’s own that the blonde was almost worried he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off his flushed face. “I’ve got youuuu~!”

Bakugou wailed through a desperate cackle. He hated that, the stupid teasy shit Deku always pulled when he had him like this. It was so mean, made him feel so damn vulnerable, why the hell is his heart pounding so fucking hard.

“Nohoho! Nononohoho—!” It was all he could say, his only counter to Deku’s malicious attack. He can’t give in though, can’t let that bastard get what he wants out of him. He has to stay strong.

“No? Aww, but why? I just wanna know about your fun little plans!” Deku scribbled up Kacchan’s sides, his fingers walking a dark path back up to the blonde’s worst spot. Kacchan jerked to the side, held his arms so tight against himself while still trying to maintain the grasp he had against his boyfriend’s weapons of mass destruction. He knew it was no use, they’d played this game so many times by now he knew his fate was sealed, but he had to try damnit.

“I wohohon’t! It’s a fuhucking secrehehet you bihihitch!”

“Always so rude to me, Kacchan. What did I ever do to you, huh?” Deku said with an all-knowing grin, tilting his head like an innocent and curious puppy. That mean fucking bastard.

“Thihihis!! You’re fuhuhcking evihihil—!” Bakugou was having a hard time breathing now, his only source of oxygen being through hysterical giggling. Deku sighed with a tut, removing his fingers from the dip of Kacchans hips and placing them on his chest. He pressed down firmly, like to assert they were not yet finished here. Bakugou groaned through the giggly breaths he took thanks to his little break.

“I’m not evil, Kacchan. I’m persistent,” Deku smiled at his boyfriend's scoff. “We can be done here, y'know. No more tickling if you just tell me.”

Bakugou glared up at Deku, finally willing down his blush so he could actually assert himself here.

“I don’t care about the tickling. I’m not fucking talking. It’s not for you to know, not yet at least,” He smirked, placing a hand over the ones pressed against his chest. “Can’t keep your hands off me long, huh?”

Deku pouted, mad that Kacchan was trying to dominate the situation again like he always does. But no, no he’s not in charge here, not yet at least. Deku still has some answers he’s looking for.

“At least tell me why you can’t tell me.”

Bakugou blinked. He glared at Deku with an incredulous look, one that said “you’re fucking joking, right?”, and when he saw that look of pure seriousness on his boyfriends face, he just couldn’t help it. Bakugou slammed a hand over his mouth as he cackled at his boyfriend’s way with words.

He laughed through a muffled palm, “You’re so fuhucking stupihid!” Bakugou cackled, his free hand squeezing Deku’s on his chest to assure his words were lighthearted. “‘Tell me why you can’t tell me—,’ that’s fucking telling you, you dumbass!”

Deku scowled at his boyfriend's hysterics, much less amused by this form of laughter than the kind he brought out himself.

“I’m serious! Why can’t you tell me?”

“I did tell you, it’s a secret.”

“But what kind of secret? A gift? A party? Be more specific.”

“No, cause then you’ll fucking figure it out, you dunce.”

Deku dropped his face. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I’m not asking for shit! If I’m asking you anything it’s that you leave it fucking be.”

“But Kachaaaaan…”

Oh there he goes, whining and pulling that stupid puppy dog look again. That adorable little idiot just always gets what he wants, it’s not fucking fair. But not this time, oh no. Bakugou stayed strong, holding his own, refusing to give the little manipulator what he wants. Because if he did, it would ruin the fucking surprise.

Deku’s birthday is next month, he’s turning the big one-eight. Bakugou had been preparing his present for weeks now, counting down the days and scheduling the purchase perfectly so nothing could go wrong. But, the only day he could line up to buy the limited-edition All Might plush that had been recalled when they were kids for whatever reason, was Tuesday.

Deku had one when they were little, but through a tussle between the two boys (one that Bakugou knows he started and to this day feels terrible over), it had been torn and ruined in the mud of their local playground. Deku’s mom had tried everything to fix it before eventually just trying to buy a new one, but again, the damn thing had been fucking recalled, so it was nowhere.

Bakugou still has memories of Deku bawling his eyes out over the thing, sleepless nights from not being able to cuddle his favorite plush like a security blanket. Bakugou feels, and even back then felt, fucking horrible over it.

So, when he found one for sale online a few months ago, one that was in mint-fucking-condition, he knew that was it. That plushie was exactly what Deku would get from him on his birthday into adulthood.

Thing was, buying the damn thing was looking to be a real fucking inconvenience at the moment. He was able to talk to the seller, get to a nice price they were both happy with (well, happy was an overstatement; how in the hell could a stuffed doll be so fucking expensive?!), and agree on a time to meet up and exchange. But it had to be Tuesday. This Tuesday. No other day, the seller told him, cause if he was late he’d give it to the next seller who was just as eager to buy.

And so, here he lies, entirely unwilling to fess up with an actual monster on his waist trying it’s damndest to get him to talk. But Deku had his fun, Bakugou at least gave him that. Now he thinks it’s about time a certain monster learned what the consequences of pestering his very nice and loving boyfriend are.

“Quit your whining, idiot,” Bakugou grinned before quickly gripping at Deku’s waist, careful not to tickle yet, but enough to make sure the boy knew it was a threat. “You think you’re just gonna get away with that little stunt?”

Deku gasped with a wobbly smile, his hands shooting to Kacchan’s wrists with an all-too-excited pleading look. “N-no, I just--”

“You just what? Just thought you could tickle all the answers out of me like it’s easy? Ohoho, I’ll show you what’s really easy--” Bakugou chuckled before delivering quick yet gentle squeezes to Deku’s hips, the boy already folding forward in embarrassed, giggly huffs, his head shaking ‘no’ all the while. “--What’s easy is making you fall apart right at the seams, you ticklish idiot.”

In one quick move, Bakugou had their positions flipped, Deku on his back with his legs wrapped around Bakugou’s waist and the blonde’s fingers pinching quick and mercilessly right at that little spot he knows Deku just can’t stand.

Deku squealed and shrieked through giggles, legs kicking beside his boyfriend’s waist and hands pushing not hard enough at Bakugou’s wrists. His hair was already tussled from shaking his head, face flushed and scrunched in ticklish anguish.

“Ahahaha!! Nohot fahahair!” He whined through his cackles, body twisting with a giggly shout when one hand moved to pinch up and down his right side.

“Oh, it’s not so fair when it’s you getting the tickle punishment then, is it? My my, what double standards you have there, Deku,” Bakugou couldn’t help the wide grin on his face. Seeing Deku like this is just always too damn cute. He looks a mess in the best way possible, shrieking pleas and apologies through hysterical giggles. Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m sohohorryyy!! I wahas just--AH! AHAHahaha juhuhust chuhurious! Kahachhaan plehehease-!” Deku pleaded, trying to look his boyfriend in the eye but failing miserably when the tickling just made his eyes scrunch right back up in laughter.

“Yeah well curiosity sure killed the cat here, didn’t it?” Bakugou moved his hands to pinch at the thighs so readily available to him next to his own sides, leaving Deku to arch off the bed with a loud, desperate squeal. He tried slapping at Bakugou's hands, now too far away to get a firm grip on them, but his fight was futile. Deku was sentenced to a tickled silly death. He wrapped his arms around his torso and cackled helplessly, squirming around like it would do a thing.

“You givin’ up? Just gonna sit there and let me tickle you silly, Deku? You’re fuckin’ hopeless,” Bakugou chuckled, delighted in the blush Deku now tried to cover up with his right hand. “Do you apologize for being a pest?”

“YEHEHES! I’m sohohorryy! So sohohorry, Kachahahaha--! Ahahaha nohoho-! Pleheheehehe-!”

“Yeah, I didn’t quite catch that,” Bakugou brought his face down towards Deku’s own, the boy’s cackles so loud it almost hurt his ears. He grinned maliciously, “Can’t really understand you when, y’know, you can’t even talk~,” Oh how he loved to use Deku’s own words against him. It always made him scream so deliciously.

Hm. Bakugou was quite close to Deku’s face at the moment. His cute, red, smiley little face. Bakugou’s eyes scanned down from the boy’s cheeks, to jaw, to neck. Hm. Hmm.

Bakugou switched up his tickle tactic just a tad, from digging into Deku’s thighs to just tickling softly over the skin (much thanks to the boy’s athletic shorts he always wore for comfort). At this, Deku kicked hard against the sheets, letting out a half-screech half-whine through his bubbly giggles. Bakugou grinned at the change of pace before dipping down right into the crook of Deku’s neck and nibbling.

Deku screamed. His hands pushed against Bakugou’s hair, not enough to pull but enough to make it a mess. Bakugou growled into his neck at that, making him squeak so preciously.

“Little stuck, huh?”

“Nohohoho! Nohoho yohohou-! Thihhiss ihihis-! AHAHAHA-!! Tihihickles!” His voice was so high-pitched now, the tickling at his neck making it impossible to lower it for his own dignity.

“Yeah? Tickles?” Bakugou whispered right into the shell of Deku’s ear, the tickled boy shaking his head with a squeal like it would do anything but make Kacchan’s hair tickle at his nose.

“Okahahahay! Okahahay, Kachahahan!” he shoved at Bakugou’s shoulders while his own bounced in giggly mirth. He knew his face had to be bright red at this point, he could feel the heat spreading everywhere, god he felt so warm. Kacchan’s face, his lips, against his neck and ears were too much, too vulnerable, too ticklish. The way his chapped lips grazed the skin as his teeth worked oh-too gently to nibble away at every fiber of his sanity was making him lose his mind. Not to mention he was still tickling his fucking thighs. Kacchan rarely tickled him so gently, it was so out of character for the boy, and yet here he was, tearing Deku apart by the seams just like he said he would with the softest and meanest of tickles Deku could’ve ever imagined.

“You sorry yet~?” Bakugou whispered yet again, smiling into the skin when he heard Deku’s laughter start going silent, every few seconds a wheeze or hysterical giggle slipping its way through before delving right back into silent delirium.

Finally, Deku got the breath to barely giggle out, “Y-yehehes! S-sohohorry! Kahahahahaha-!”

With a kiss at the shell of Deku’s red little ear (oh it was so warm, how delightful), Bakugou pulled away, the boy left panting through giggles on his lap. Fuck, he looks so cute like that. Bright pink and wrecked, breathing hard while still unable to control the titters of leftover sensations crawling over his neck and thighs.

Deku seemed to have forgotten what this was all about, just looking up at Kacchan and throwing his arms over his face with embarrassed giggles. Bakugou chuckled, giving a slap to the side of Deku’s thigh and making him squeak.

“You’re gonna love it, though. Even if I can’t tell you what it is, I’ll at least let your nosy ass know it’s something good,” Bakugou gave a small smile, eyes hooded in adoration.

Deku brought his arms down to his chest so he could look properly at his boyfriend, smiling wide when he saw how Kacchan was looking at him.

“Hope it was worth it,” he giggled before propping himself up and puckering his lips out for Kacchan to take the chance. Bakugou just rolled his eyes fondly before giving in and kissing his boyfriend softly, hand on his cheek.

A month passed, and Deku did indeed adore his gift. Tears were shed (all on Deku’s part of course, Bakugou just chuckled at his boyfriend’s sensitivity like he always did), and that night Deku had two things he could cuddle and snuggle himself to sleep with.

Maybe they had three love languages, Deku thought as he drifted off, cuddled against the soft plush he forgot he missed so much and the warm arms wrapped protectively around his waist. Bickering, check. Tickling, double check. Gift-giving? Most definitely a triple check in Deku’s books. He gave the plush a tight squeeze as he finally dozed off with a smile.

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A/N : i hope yall enjoyed! it's currently 4:30am and i've got class in the morning and work in the afternoon so i should rlly get to sleep lmaoo. this jsut took way longer to post thanks to tumblr dot com being the worst platform in the world! hope yall have a great day, love u guys!! <;33

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pepsi-maxwell · 1 year

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ajsgdfaHGJDlfjhv OKAY so i've been meaning to comment on the proposal at the beach fic for DAYS now because oh my god, it's amazing. i love this exhausted, wistful vibe it has going on, i love that punk's the one to try and skim stones, that the first stone thrown sinks in complete failure, just, gah. "the aura of desperation" cracks me up on every read, and man, i'm always a sucker for characters talking around a subject, not adressing it directly until they truly have to, like

“You’re acting like nobody’s ever paid homage to someone who’s not around no more.” / “Am I? Not around any more?”

that's art, my dude, and

“Come back,” he says, heart pounding in his throat, and he can only be thankful he doesn’t stumble over his words. “And then maybe I won’t have to play your part any more.”

ah, it's beautiful (and i could quote more but i'm trying to be Chill and not write you a whole damn wall of text). also; softly begging punk to return while looking upon a new dawn is an amazing concept (and a perfect emotionally devastating wrap-up to revolution)

help thank you so much?!?!! i keep just sitting and looking at this because i'm just. !!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 i gotta admit, when i started writing that prompt fill i did not think it was going to take me in the direction it did!

i'm so glad the wistfulness and the tiredness came across, especially for two men who are always playing a part... like, don't you get tired? don't you just want to be honest with each other for one moment?? can you even do that without the fear that it'll be used as ammunition by someone who you should be happy to see the back of, but you can't quite let go???

(and even when it feels like punk's giving a straight answer there's that eternal ambiguity to it augh!)

fun fact, i set it during the early dawn just for the liminal feel; that half space where decisions and words don't seem to matter, where everything's coated in a dreamy film, and neither of them knows what the coming day will bring--

but honestly i am going to treasure this ask forever because i'm so eee!! about it 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#gd answers #comediakaidanovsky #fave #fic talk

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777cupcake · 6 days

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*spoilers* 20th Century Girl Kdrama!

F*ck it!! I can't take it anymore! Here's alternate end and in my heart this one is real one and no one can convince me I cried 27 minutes straight because of this so here we go , and don't ask how it's just what I wantttt!!!

So when the train scene is happening when Na Bora was saying good byes to Woon-ho... Suddenly some future viewer enters into Bora's body (just after they said their good byes so it's after everything what they wanted to say to eachother!)

And suddenly Na Bora (us viewer) suddenly remember that it's Bora's body and she started Cry harder because she remembered *spoilers* (I'm not writing because what if someone accidentally reads it and want to k*ll me so lol!) she cries harder and clings to him tightly! Woon Ho's Train just comes by and Bora just cries and says "Please don't go.... Don't go!" So desperately, Woon Ho gets worried and just looks at her being confused that she was going to say goodbye why she being like this?! {God with my brain could just type this super fast my hands are tired and it's 2:36 am?!}

Bora continues crying and clinging to Woon Ho until his train goes away (idfk how do we say this I'm sorry!) And he's still confused trying to talk to Bora that he needs to leave!

After he missed his train and Bora was still crying he says "I'm not going! See?"

"Now tell me what happened!" And Bora says " I'm not Bora!" (HEHAHA twist!) "I'm someone from future! And I know Bora and You!" She says while still crying, Woon Ho laughs and says "Sure you do!"

Bora (us viewer) cries harder! "Okay then! But please don't go.... I really don't wanna lose you!" He tries to calm down Bora ,

after some minutes Bora (us) Suddenly remembered that we are in kdrama .

"Wait!" (Us) Bora said "You look very handsome and pretty!" Saying while still crying (because I cried while imagining this so we are still crying booo if anyone didn't!)

"And what about me?!" We just goes around wherever's reflections can be seen

"Oh I she looks so red after crying!" While looking at Bora's reflection (it's us in Bora's body gah damn it!) and suddenly smiles at herself cause she wants Bora's smile too! "Haha ! That was silly!"

And remembers Woon Ho is looking at everything and is still confused!

"Well Mr. I want you to go and enjoy your life with your little brother but..." Suddenly brokes in cryter (the f is that?!) I mean in Tears "Please don't leave right now!! Because *spoilers spoilers* "

Woon Ho is still confused "Okay okay ! I won't go! Now stop crying!"

Bora "All right!"

He hugs Bora and she faints (bro had out of the body experiance)

After she wakes up Woon Ho doesn't says much just tells her that He'll just stay Korea for few more years and also this one "Bora if you would like to marry me I just dreamed of how our kid will going to be !"

(he thought us as his future kid!! Bhaha! I'm just like this and I'm less sad so ..... *Awkwardly looking at screen* I'm leaving it over here! Wish I could post it on wataped or something like that so anyone could've read this but idk so lol I'll just leave it here bye!)

#kdrama #20th century girl #wattpad #long reads #2am thoughts #sobs and cries #cringe #i am cringe but i am free

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walkingstackofbooks · 11 months

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Just shouting into the void ~

So my job application writing is going great /s ...

Lol I can't even focus on writing down these thoughts I'm already thinking on here what hope do I even have of writing a coherent personal statement?

Gah

I'm on #6 since April and they've got progressively harder. Like, I guess that makes sense in terms of motivation and whatnot, and also I am pretty burnt out after spending half-term with family instead of resting (it was nice but god, I should not have gone back into work straight away after) but also I'd started on meds for #1 and they worked GREAT but now it seems that initial burst has worn off and even after increasing they're not as good?

#1 - 12 weeks ago - Solidly worked on it for 2 days and did not procrastinate overly much - barely at all on day 1! It was wild! Magic!

#2 - 7 weeks ago - My expectations were high - and not quite met. More work than expected, there was less that I could copy-and-paste from the last than I thought there'd be. Got really tired in the afternoon and napped, had a sudden revival about 10 at night 😅

#3 - 4 weeks ago - Lots of productivity just... housework-wise. It was great for getting stuff I needed done though! Did bits and starts, didn't really get a good go at anything till Sun eve and even that was hard.

#4 and #5 - 3 weeks ago - Really productive evening at a friend's who offered to body double. Was fairly good the next day after a nap, too; bit of procrastination that weekend, but generally okay.

#6 - now - Did a fairly solid bit for a few hours yesterday, but then solidly procrastinated and lost belief I could do it. Have solidly procrastinated this morning, including some housework productivity, haven't been able to bring myself to even open the word doc.

I just haven't felt like this at all during this round of applications I don't think - back to what I felt during essay-writing and all that other shit that uses this sort of brain power. Most of the others was working to a tighter deadline, but not all of them were next-day affairs, and I was able to hold myself to my own deadline for once - I didn't pull any all-nighters, which is out-of-the-norm for me. This one isn't due until the end of next week (and gosh there's actually a #7 also due in next week which I've just put to one side bc I cannot) but I've got something on next weekend that I want to go to and haven't been able to go to in years but I'm just so aware I could miss it and wouldn't that be easier, Andi?, then you wouldn't have to do this damn application now!

Dammit I just hate my brain and the way it just slides over the paper when trying to get a grip on what I've done so far and doesn't take anything in and just can't be assed with the consequences of not doing it now, even as I get more and more anxious, and the whole spiral that is doing-things-now-but-not-enjoying-them knowing that if I just do the damn thing I can enjoy future things more!

(I think this all comes in the context of I cannot enjoy anything until I get a job bc my life is currently on hold and I just have to go through endless application processes but there's only this short window in May-June for most jobs and fricking hell I don't even WANT any of these jobs I'm just legally required to get it so I can resume my current, enjoyable job in two years time... Which is fun.)

Anywayyy

This is just more procrastination.

(I'm also not sure if I'm procrastinating going to the shops or putting it off in the hope I'll do some work but it's a Sunday so they'll close in two hours which is a good thing tbf otherwise I might procrastinate it longer than tea but also AGH I don't have TIME to go to the shops but I can't afford NOT to and I seemingly have time to procrastinate so just go out to the shops already you damned fool.)

#personal #just venting #can my brain just not please #WSB

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amenomiko · 3 years

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Thank you @amymarple for the request and Thank You so much for liking my writing 🤗🤗🤗😍😍😍❤❤❤! There's no element in your request that makes me uncomfortable so it's okay ✨✨✨. Hope you like this!

First Game - Quiz Game

Team 1 - Masamune, Ranmaru, Yukimura

Team 2 - Sasuke, Nobunaga, Mitsunari

Prize : A photo of MC

❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖❤

Team 1 be like (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)(✿❛◡❛)ಠ_ಠ

Team 2 be like (´・ｪ・｀)😏(❁´◡`❁)

Yukimura's one and only question before it started be like "Why am I here again?"

But it was ignored.

Then drum roll.... Start!

Question 1: What is the substitute for wine in dish? To the lords and ninjas of Sengoku era, Wine is a type of alcoholic drink in foreign country.

Masamune: Hoooh substitute eh? I'd say sake? Cause it's also an alcoholic drink.

Ranmaru: But didn't you immediately k.o even after a sip? Why would you want to make anything that required alcohol, Masamune-sama?

Masamune:

Yukimura: PFFFFT- ehem.

Mitsunari: Uhm.. Uhm.. I think.. Maybe.. *Butterfly passes by 🦋🦋🦋* Oh OAO. *Distracted*

Nobunaga: That's easy. It will be MC's tears 😏.

MC: (눈‸눈)...

Sasuke: Grape (´・ｪ・｀)✨.

BING! BING! BING! "Sasuke wins! Points goes to Team 2!"

Sasuke: *Dabs*

Question 2: Margaret has 5 childrens. It's Olivia, Johnathan, Liam, Shana, and Who is the youngest.

Them:

Sasuke: Oh. Ooooh. Okay.

Yukimura: What? What?? Who is the youngest? Who?

Masamune: Hoooh.. This is tricky.

Nobunaga: I think it's Mitsunari. Because our Mitsunari is like the youngest who's mind needed to be protected 😏.

Mitsunari: Thank you, My Lord. I'm honored (❁´◡`❁).

Ranmaru: But wow. This Margaret person is a super woman. She have five kids 😲✨✨✨.

Sasuke: The people in this era is really... *sigh* must protecc!

Yukimura: Sasuke, stop talking in your weird language, I bet you already have the answer don't you?

Sasuke: Yes I do.

Yukimura: So who's the youngest?

Sasuke: Yes.

Yukimura: What-

Sasuke: Who is the youngest.

Yukimura: No, I'm asking you ಠ_ಠ.

Sasuke: Yes bro. Who is the youngest.

Yukimura: I SWEAR TO GOD SASUKE WHO IS THE YOUNGEST??

Sasuke: You don't have to swear it like that, bro. Yes. Who is the youngest.

Yukimura: *SCREEEEEECH*

Final question: If a castle is a home, then a bed is a ______.

Masamune: Kitten meowing my name 😏✨✨✨✨

Hideyoshi in the background: *sighhhhh* 😑😑😑😑

Ranmaru: A place to sleep (✿❛◡❛)!

Nobunaga: Place for MC to be ready for my kiss 😏.

Sasuke: ......

Yukimura: A place to sleep obviously. What else it is for 😒?

Sasuke: *Grabs megaphone* VIRGINNNNNNN~~~~~

Yukimura: What?? (　☉д⊙)

Shingen among the crowd: Oh, my Yuki. And here you are, playing the game so you can win over our Goddess (っω；。).

Yukimura: *Misheard* What? You want to bring a horses on your bed??

Meanwhile Mitsunari: *Still distracted with the butterfly 😳🦋✨✨✨

Winner: Team 2. Thanks to Sasuke.

Mitsunari: I don't know what happened but yaaaay (❁´◡`❁)❤❤❤~~

Nobunaga: *Smiles at MC's photo of sleeping* Hm 😏. *Puts it inside his inner kimono*

Sasuke: *stares at photo of MC cooking in an apron* Oh mah waifu. Le mademoiselle making me a sandwich. *kiss kiss kiss*

Nobunaga: ........

Sasuke: *Cough* Excuse me (´・ｪ・｀).

Second Game - Eating Competition

Team 1 - Shingen, Kennyo

Team 2 - Yukimura, Mitsuhide

Prize: Gold Trophy of MC statue in wedding dress.

Shingen: We can do this, Kennyo 😏. Let's do our best to win our Goddess's heart~

Kennyo: Tsk. I don't see any points of winning this game over a food eating competition-

MC: Alright the food is here~ I cooked it myself ☺☺☺. The dish for this eating competition is fried rice with anchovies, edamame, tempura, and a mix of foreign country, Korea's infamous Kimchi ❤.

Kennyo: I won't lose 😒.

Shingen: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)...

Yukimura: Why did I team up with you again?

Mitsuhide: Now, now, don't say that. We might win, you know?

-FOOD EATING COMPETITION... START!-

Shingen: Aaaah it smells so nice. When the Goddess prepared something as divine as this, I couldn't ask for more, aaah such a sin to be eating heavenly food~~

Kennyo: Just be quiet and start eating will you ಠ_ಠ? Nevermind I will start first- *Eats* ....MMF-

Yukimura: GAH WHAT THE HECK WILD BOAR?? It's so salty!!

MC: ☺💢...... My, have I forgotten to tell you that the dishes is not what it taste like? Oh I didn't. Of course. Especially for someone like you, Yukimura.

Kennyo: The rice is salty, the edamame is sour, the tempura is sweet and the kimchi is-- what a combination..! Sh- Shingen- *turns around*

Shingen: X w X.......

Kennyo: He fainted with anchovies hanging in his mouth 😱😱😱 OI! WAKE UP!

Yukimura: *Hurls* Oh f-- hey, are you oka-

Mitsuhide: *Has mixed everything into one bowl and already ate it until halfway* Hm ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)?

Yukimura: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ....

Winner: Team 2. Thanks to Mitsuhide and his sense of taste.

Mitsuhide: *Chuckles to the trophy* Ah, I can't wait for the real person to wear it. *Smiles at MC*

MC: (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)?

And Yukimura: *Holding the gold trophy with ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ face*

Final Game - Pass the Baton

Team 1- Kenshin, Shingen, Yukimura, Ranmaru, Kennyo

Team 2 - Hideyoshi, Masamune, Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Mitsuhide

Prize: A handmade kimono by MC.

Point 1: Masamune and Shingen

Bang!

Both of them dash for the second point, clearly glaring at one another within the race.

"Heh. Handmade Kimono or not, I will make sure I claim many more from her!"

"Aren't we a greedy one, One Eyed Dragon? That will be impossible for you to do so as Team 1 will win this no matter what!" Shingen focused to his front, all more than ready to pass the baton.

Both of them manage to pass the baton!

"Go! Ieyasu / Yuki!"

Sasuke: *Gasp* The Tsunderes of History (´・д・｀)! *Takes out phone out of no where and takes picture (which is attached with orange to charge its battery)*

MC: ಠ_ಠ...

"Heh, I won't lose to you!"

"Focus on your front, future loser."

"EXCUSE ME (　☉д⊙)??"

"Excuse you 😒."

"Damn it..! Ah Kenshin-sama--"

Yukimura: *Saw something + slipped* GAH- *Fell and land like an airplane, flat on the floor* Why are you drinking during a race???

Kenshin: Hmh. I was bored, you are too slow (눈‸눈).

Mitsunari: I'm honored to get the baton from you, Ieyasu-sama (❁´◡`❁)✨✨✨

Ieyasu: Just start with the running already

ヽ(`д´；)/!!!

3rd point, Kenshin and Mitsunari. Despite the slight delay, both of them running in par with one another.

"You are amazing despite having a drink just now, Kenshin-sama."

"Heh. That is nothing much. Besides, you are not bad yourself."

Meanwhile, at the 4th point...

Mitsuhide: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^) My, hello fellow betrayer.

Ranmaru: QAQ Don't put it that way please~~

Now the baton in both of their respective hands, Ranmaru didn't hesitate to use his ninja skills for a quick stride, and that won't stop Mitsuhide either.

The final point: Hideyoshi and Kennyo.

Both: *Glares at one another*

Kennyo: To think that Nobunaga's lap dog would participate.

Hideyoshi: What did you say ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨?? Ah, here he comes..! Pass it here, Mitsuhide!

Mitsuhide: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^) My, my, someone is impatient. Did you miss me, Hideyoshi?

Hideyoshi: GSHJSKAALF JUST BE QUICK WILL YOU ヽ(`д´；)/??

Mitsuhide: Okay~~

Also Mitsuhide: Ah-

*S T A B*

Everyone in the field: 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 *GASSSPPPPP*

Mitsuhide: My apologies, Hideyoshi. The running makes my legs tire witn fatigue it seems.

Current Hideyoshi's state: *Baton sticking out in his butthole* A-are you trying to kill me, Mitsuhide--- ugh- *faints*

Ranmaru: *Is stuck between helping Hideyoshi but also want to pass the baton to Kennyo* Aaaah I'm sorry, Hideyoshi-sama 😭!! Kennyo-sama!! Here!! *Pass the baton*

Kennyo: *Wince with an eye twitch to Hideyoshi* I pray for the health of your.. W-well. *Runs*

Winner: Team 1.

Kenshin: Kimono is great. But a kiss from you is better.

MC: Wha wha wha o////o..!

Shingen: Are you stealing my lines 😒? So rude~

Kennyo: Hands off your filthy hands on her, Shingen.

Ranmaru: Yaaaay Kimono by Princess (∩´∀`∩)💕!!

Yukimura: *Looking at Hideyoshi who is surrounded by the Azuchi lots* That's.. The most horrifying thing ever ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ *shivers*

Meanwhile..

Nobunaga: Your sacrifice will be remembered and honoured, Hideyoshi.

Mitsunari: Noooo Hideyoshi-sama is not a virgin anymoreeee 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ieyasu: Mitsunari what in the smoking duck-

Mitsunari: Huh? But MC said like that since Hideyoshi-sama is Nobunaga-sama's wife or something just now.. Huh? Ieyasu-sama, a duck can smoke 😱😱😱???

Ieyasu: Yes, just like you 😒.

Mitsuhide: May you rest in peace, my fellow right hand.

Masamune: May your butt rest well, lad. *sighs*

Hideyoshi:

Hideyoshi: HEY S T O P!! I'M NOT DEAD YET ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!!

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku mc #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku kennyo #ikemen sengoku ranmaru

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larryssunflower · 4 years

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The Non-Royal Romance, season two, part two

last part of season one teaser trailer season two, part one masterlist

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- Thank you all for your support and I really do apologize for taking so long with this! You would think having all the time in the world because of Quarantine would make me write more… guess not lol. But in all seriousness, I have been going through serious writer’s block right now but I hope you guys like this part! I made it a little longer than usual for you guys ;) I can’t wait to continue this story further! love you all <3 -

warning- there may or may not be some smut at the end hehe ;)

Blinking away sleep from my eyes, I sit up, stopping when I see Drake, sitting in a chair beside me, watching me with a soft look in his eyes. I blush slightly, feeling insecure having just woke up, knowing I look like a hot mess. “Ah, good morning Princess,” Drake murmurs amusedly as I stretch my arms above my head before looking at him with a tired smile. “You know I’m Queen now, right?” I retort, my voice slightly hoarse, making him smirk. “Touché,” He comments with a slight nod. I chuckle and start to remember last night, how I asked him to stay when something hits me. “How long have you been awake?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. He couldn’t have stayed awake the whole night, right?

He seems surprised at the question and takes a moment to think. “About 36 hours, why?” He asks nonchalantly, turning his head to the side. I choke. “36 hours? How are you alive??” I demand incredulously, my eyes wide, half in shock, half impressed. Drake chuckles, looking down. “For a time when I serving the navy, I was trained to stay awake for 72 hours,” He explains, and I’m taken aback yet again. “How?” I ask, making him smile slightly, looking down. “It’s a sniper’s tactic traditionally, which helped them stay awake while watching or following a target for a long period of time,” He says, somewhat tentatively, “It works by creating a fantasy or imagining a scenario which includes the target, to keep them attentive and focused at the task at hand.” Drake concludes. I nod along, thinking for a moment.

I glance up at him, my stomach suddenly fluttering. “So you created a scenario about… me?” I ask softly, and his cheeks redden slightly. “Y-yeah,” He admits. A grin spreads over my face. “Drake…” I start slowly, “what’s the fantasy?” I ask, my eyes flicking up to meet his. He brings his hand to scratch behind his neck, and his eyes shifting to the side. “Well-“ Drake’s cut off by aggressive pounding on my door, making me flinch, my heart stopping.

Drake is instantly on his feet. My eyes widen as I recognize the voice shouting through the door. “Hey! Alana!! I know you’re in there! Open up!”. I laugh in shock, making Drake look at me, surprised. I clamber off my bed, rushing over to the door. “Alana you can’t just-“ Drake starts, coming after me, but I fling the door open to reveal someone who has been at university for the past four years, my sister. “Kai!” I exclaim, throwing my arms around her, making her giggle, hugging me back. “Alana! god, it’s been too long!” She gushes, squeezing me tightly. I pull away to take a good look at her. I feel emotional as she smiles at me, looking so grown up. “Wow, Kai, you look older than me! How is that possible?” I laugh, making her shrug playfully.

“It’s all the studying! I swear I’ve aged about thirty years just to get a damn Bachelor’s,” Kai chuckles, her eyes drifting over my shoulder. “Oh! Kai, this is my bodyguard, Drake,” I say, turning so she can see him. She nods at him, and he does the same back.

I grab Kai’s hand, dragging her inside. “Come in! We need to catch up.” I demand, marching her to my couch in the corner of the room. Drake walks to the door, motioning that he will be out in the hallway, and I nod with a smile.

“Gah! I’m so excited for you! I used to dream about this time when we were younger, thinking about you being Queen and engaged! It’s so exciting!” She exclaims, her face bright. I force the best smile I can. If only she knew how complicated all of this is. “Well it’s not all perfect,” I start, but she cuts me off. “Well of course. You still have that Assassination situation, and I’m sure the wedding planning is going to be crazy, but no matter what you need, I’ll be right here.” She implores, holding my hand.

A huge wave of gratitude washes over me and I smile with a sigh of relief. “Thank you Kai, I really appreciate it. It also helps that you are way more educated than I am,” I say with a chuckle, and she just grins. “I’ve always been the smarter one, I think you should learn to accept that,” She retorts cheekily, making me roll my eyes. “Whatever,” I chuckle.

The door opens after a gentle knock, Drake sticking his head in. “Hey, Maxwell’s here-“ and before he can finish his sentence, Max barges in, squealing with excitement when he sees Kai. Drake just rolls his eyes in annoyance, making me grin. I know he secretly loves it, although he will never admit that. “Little K!” Maxwell exclaims, running over. Kai gets up excitedly, wrapping him in a hug.

We all catch up for a moment before Maxwell turns to me. “Oh yeah! We have that barn-raising today, so you guys should probably get dressed.” Maxwell says, and I groan at my forgetfulness. “Oh, I came just in time then!” Kai says excitedly.

“Let’s go catch up somewhere else and let my dear sister change in peace,” Kai says, grabbing Max’s arm, and guiding him out. I wave after them with a chuckle as Max starts to fill her in on the past four years.

—-

Our car finally arrives at the small patch of farm where the building of the barn has already started. A crowd of nobles are helping construction workers lay down the foundation, clearly sweating on the warm summer day. The paparazzi are snapping photos here and there, while others wait in the shade for new nobles to arrive, ready to assault them with questions for their magazines and gossip columns.

Drake turns around in his seat, facing Kai and I. “Are you two ready?” He asks, and I nod. “Yeah, I guess so,” Kai mumbles, seeming nervous. It’s her first time being introduced to the press. Like me, she was hidden her whole childhood from Cordonia. It actually ended up helping her when she went to university in France, because no one knew who she was. Her intellectual success depended on her work, not her title. I’m not surprised she is nervous, not too long ago it was my first time being in front of the press at the derby. God, that feels like a century ago.

Drake opens my door, holding his hand out. For a moment I’m back to that day, and Drake is still here, holding his hand for me. If only things had changed. In the beginning, I had dreaded the inevitability having to be engaged and married to someone I didn’t love, but after meeting Drake and slowly falling in love with him, the thought of being with someone else became painful to even consider. If only I was on the engagement tour with him as my fiancé, not as my bodyguard. I take his hand and step down, making eye contact with his beautiful deep eyes for a moment, before I look away, feeling loss as soon as my eyes leave his. He helps Kai down, and the three of us start down the dirt path to the barn, the hot summer wind already wrapping itself around me like a thick blanket. The paparazzi spot us, and the vultures descend. In seconds they are crowded around us, shouting and snapping pictures, blinding us with their flash.

“Who is this woman with you?” “Alana! How are things with Liam?” “Have you found the Assassins yet?” “Who are you wearing?”

“Okay folks, back up!” Drake shouts, him and Kai’s bodyguard creating a barrier between us and pushing them away. “Come on! Just one comment!” One reporter begs, and Drake looks over at me. I nod reluctantly in approval. “The Queen will give a statement, so shut up and let her speak,” Drake says in a commanding voice and within seconds the paparazzi quiet down, eagerly holding out tape recorders towards us and positioning their cameras. I clear my throat nervously. “Thank you all for uh, coming out today, I appreciate it. This is my younger sister, Princess Kai, she just graduated from University and will be accompanying me during the engagement tour,” I begin, my palms already starting to sweat. I am hopeless at public speaking. “We, unfortunately, haven’t found anything on the assassination yet, but we are working tirelessly to find out who orchestrated that horrible event. And Liam and I are doing well. Thank you,” I finish the statement to my incredible relief, already cringing at my choppy, awkward speech. The paparazzi only respond with more questions and I’m about to leave when Kai stops me, her hand in my arm. “wait,” she whispers to me before turning to the paparazzi.

“Hello, I wanted to make sure to personally introduce myself to you all. As my amazing sister said, I just graduated from University and I am so pleased to finally be home in Cordonia. It breaks my heart to be home at such a scary time, where the people and nobles alike are scared for their lives. But I assure you, as my sister said, we will work tirelessly until we find who is responsible. In the meantime, all we can do is help unite Cordonia, and remind people of love, kindness, and hope in this troubling time. Because that is what Liam and Alana’s union stands for, the perseverance of our incredible country and the unity of our nation. Now, if you lovely people don’t mind, we have a barn to build.” Kai finishes effortlessly with a firm nod, before looping her arm through mine and leading me toward the barn.

I stumble after her in shock. I open and close my mouth wordlessly. “Wow. You are incredible at speaking- words-” I stutter, further proving my point of being helpless at speaking, making her laugh. “Yeah well I learned a lot about diplomacy and public speaking at school, but to be honest its a second nature at this point,” She says simply. We are quiet for a moment, the only sound being the crunch of our shoes on the dirt.

After a moment, I break the comfortable silence. “You reminded me of dad,” I say suddenly, making her stop, her eyes soft. “Really?” She asks, a hopeful smile on her face. I nod. “He was always incredible at speaking, you know that,, I always admired him for it,” I mumble, a sadness falling over me. He died when I was eight, Kai was only five, but she still misses him just as much. I was always a daddy’s girl which made life after his death so much harder with my distant mother who only got worse as the years went by.

“Hey, just because you aren’t the best at public speaking doesn’t mean you won’t be a great leader,” Kai reassures me, but I just snort. “Let’s hope so,” I say, making her laugh.

“Ah, You must be the famous little sister!” A voice says, and we look over to see Liam and Leo walking up to us. Kai nods with a polite laugh. “That’s me! You must be the fiancé!” She enthuses, and he nods with a grin. He kisses her hand respectfully, before turning to me. “Hey babe,” He says sweetly, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Hey,” I mumble, and instinctively my eyes immediately snap up to look at Drake, who is watching Liam closely, his eyes narrowed. I try to hide my smile as I look away and notice Leo approaching Kai.

“Hello gorgeous,” Leo says with a bow, kissing Kai’s outstretched knuckles. She squints her eyes at him for a moment, clearly looking him over with distaste. “I believe the term you were looking for is ‘Your Highness’,” Kai responds flatly, only making a smirk spread across Leo’s face. He nods. “Of course, Your Highness,” He says slyly, amusement in his eyes. Kai just rolls her eyes before turning to me.

“Ready to raise a barn?” She asks. I chuckle and nod. All four of us, the bodyguards following, head over to the construction site and start hammering, lifting support beams, and painting wood strips.

—

Kai and I paint the newly applied wooden slats of the barn side by side. We chat as we do so, filling each other in on all the gossip of the past four years. “Max finally asked Allie out? I’m so happy for them!” Kai gushes, and I smile at the bittersweetness of the situation. It’s great to have Kai back again, but it’s sad because we have missed out on so much of each other’s lives.

“So, I saw what happened between you and Leo,” I whisper tentatively, glancing over my shoulder to look at Leo, who was helping Liam hammer the support beams. Kai groans with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh, do not get me started. I know all about his ‘bachelor lifestyle’ and how he treats women like disposable tissues. All the women at uni knew about him, and when I told them where I was from, all they could do was gush about him constantly. I don’t get it. He flirts with anything that has two breasts and a vagina,” She scoffs, shaking her head, painting with a new sense of anger. I snicker at my usually composed sister. “So you don’t like him then?” I ask cheekily, making her look over at me with a dead-pan expression. “No.” She says flatly, making me snicker more. At least we can agree on that.

A hand comes up suddenly, touching my shoulder gently. I jump, turning to see Liam. “Hey babe, I think it would be a good idea to be doing some things together, you know, for publicity?” He says, glancing over at the paparazzi hanging around, snapping pictures here and there but looking quite restless. “Oh, that’s a good idea! Yeah, you guys should do that!” Kai nods, and I reluctantly smile. “Yeah, let’s do it then,” I say with fake enthusiasm, before following him.

Liam and I start to do little things together like painting window panes, securing them to the walls, helping hoist materials to the roof, all the while, getting top-notch ‘candid’ pictures for the paps. Eventually, a good amount of the press leaves, clearly getting all the photos needed. “Well, that was fun,” Liam comments, and I nod. We stand in an awkward silence before I speak. “Yeah, I should probably get back to Kai, we have a lot to catch up on,” I say quickly, and Liam nods. I turn around, heading over to Kai before I look up and stop in my tracks.

My jaw drops as I spot Drake, shirtless, pulling on a rope to help maneuver a pretty big beam. My mouth feels dry as I observe the way the sun shines over him through the unfinished roof. Blinking dumbly, I watch his muscles shift in the midday sun, seemingly in slow motion, a sheen of sweat gleaming on his lean figure. “Damn. That’s your bodyguard?” Kai says beside me, snapping me out of my daze. I clear my throat, forcing myself to tear my eyes from his fit form. “Uh- yeah. He’s great.” I mumble, suddenly feeling really hot. “Hey, do you reckon you guys got some good shots with Liam?” Kai asks, and I nod. “Yeah- um, they should turn out great,” I say absentmindedly, grabbing a spare paintbrush and joining Kai at the wooden panels.“Are you alright?” Kai asks, looking at me with concern. I chuckle. “Yes! I’m just a bit hot after all this work! It doesn’t help that it feels like 900 degrees outside,” I laugh, making Kai nod in agreement.

“I have a solution for that problem m’ lady’s,” Maxwell says from behind us, slinging both of his arms over our shoulders. “And that is?” Kai asks with amusement, glancing over at Max’s enthusiastic face. “Well, there is a certain spa not so far from here. If you ask me, it’s the perfect thing after all this hard labor,” Max says with a pair of pleading puppy dog eyes. I snort. “Okay Max, we can go,” I smile, making Max let out a cheer, before going to inform Liam and Leo. “I missed you guys,” Kai says with a sweet smile. “Trust me K, we missed you too,” I grin, my heart happy. It’s nice to have family together like this again.

I sneak a peek back over my shoulder at Drake to see him shaking hands with one of the other construction workers, buttoning his shirt, his suit jacket resting on his shoulders.

In another world, I would be standing in front of him, finishing his buttons for him, straightening out his jacket, and planting a kiss on his lips to finish it off. Like an actual couple. I sigh, before going back to painting the barn.

—

After a quick celebration for the now completed barn, Liam, Leo, Maxwell, Kai, and I head over to the spa, the sun starting to set and the world beginning to cool down, satisfied with the work we put in all afternoon. “Its actually way more satisfying than I thought, seeing our hard work being translated to an actual finished building!” Max enthuses. “And what ‘hard work’ did you do exactly? It almost seemed like every time I saw you, I think you were taking a ‘break’” Liam grins with feigned confusion. Maxwell mocks offense with a dramatic scoff and a delicate hand on his chest. “Dear Liam, never have I been so offended! You just happened to see me between my bursts of intense labor,” Max dismisses, making the rest of us laugh.

“I’m pretty sure the person who did the hardest labor was Mr. Walker,” Kai starts, turning to a now surprised Drake, who was following us with the other bodyguard. “You were helping pull a huge beam, most people would need two others to help with something that size,” Kai says, impressed. The rest of us turn to look at Drake for his answer. Clearly uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, he clears his throat. “Oh, well I know a couple of the construction workers and they needed an extra pair of um- hands, so I helped out,” He says, averting eye contact. I smile at his stubborn humbleness. It’s adorable.

“Well good job man, good to know the man working to protect my fiancé is a hard worker,” Liam says, clapping his shoulder. Drake just nods, his jaw clenching. As we continue our walk, I wonder if Liam is purposefully condescending towards Drake. It really seems like it.

Kai decides to join Max in his car to the spa, and Leo quickly follows. They encourage Liam and me to get some ’alone time’ by driving separately. Liam, Drake, and I reach my car, both men reaching to open the door for me at the same time, making them stop. They look at each other for a moment. “No need to worry about that Drake, I can open the door for my fiancé,” Liam says, an edge to his voice. Drake glances over at me. I just nod, so Drake backs away. “Of course,” Drake says unenthusiastically, allowing Liam to open my door. I get in, and Liam follows, closing the door. Drake gets in the front with the driver, and we follow Maxwell’s car to the spa.

Liam’s hand feels foreign as it rests on my knee protectively. “You look beautiful today Alana,” Liam says in my ear. I smile. “Thank you, you look handsome, as usual,” I respond. His hand drifts from my knee to find my left hand, his thumb running over the surface of my decadent ring. I watch as he does so, the familiar feeling of guilt creeping up my throat. “I can’t wait to marry you,” Liam mumbles softly. I glance over at him. He looks up at me with a smile. “M-me too,” I stutter, the guilt overpowering my heart manifesting into sadness. I hate doing this to him. Being engaged, making him think I love him when I fear that I never will. My eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to see Drake watching us. I quickly look away to the scenery outside the window, forcing myself to not let the tear that’s threatening to fall show how broken my heart is.

In about ten minutes of silence, we arrive at the spa to my relief. Liam quickly opens our car door, getting out first, before Drake can even go to open it. Liam seems proud of himself as he holds the door open to me, his hand held out like Drake’s usually is. Drake stands behind Liam, looking frustrated. I take Liam’s hand getting out of the car before brushing softly past Drake and meeting up with the rest of the group inside.

—

We unwind in a private room, equipped with a hot tub, a cold plunge, and lounge chairs. Some of us go off at different times to get massages and facials, before coming back so we can all enjoy the room together. At some point, Maxwell shows off his baby hippo tattoo that I encouraged him to get one night when we were pretty drunk. Kai nearly falls off the lounge chair with laughter. I even catch Drake shaking his head slightly, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Good idea on coming here buddy,” Liam comments, making Max smile with cocky satisfaction. He leans back, folding his hands behind his head cooly and stretching out fully on the lounge chair. “Don’t worry about it, I just require that you continue to talk about how awesome and incredible this idea was for the rest of our lives, and how much you admire me,” Max shrugs confidently, making us roll our eyes.

“Yeah, you get to be thrown into the plunge for that,” Leo concludes, making Liam nod in agreement.

“W-wait what?” Max asks, sitting up, his eyes wide. Leo and Liam suddenly grab him, making him squeal as they head over to the cold plunge. They throw him into the freezing water after a dramatic count to three, his high pitched scream cutting out as he is submerged underwater. Kai and I laugh as Leo and Liam nod, looking pleased with themselves until Max grabs their ankles, dragging them into the water, their expressions changing pretty quickly. Kai and I laugh even harder, clutching at our stomachs as the men surface, their hair stuck to the forehead with sour expressions on their faces.

“That’s what you guys get for being jerks!” Kai shouts playfully. “Oh sorry, would you like to join us?” Leo asks, turning his head to the side. “I think she does,” Maxwell confirms, as they get out, heading over to us. Kai gasps, getting up quickly. “No! I hate the cold!” She exclaims with a grin, backing up. The boys suddenly start after her, making her shriek with laughter as she gets chased around the room. I grin, watching them. After they successfully get her in the plunge, Leo and Maxwell turn to me. “Unless you want to have the wrath of the Queen against you, I would suggest you back away,” I warn, making them glance at each other, before deciding its not worth it and backing away, starting a splashing war against Kai.

Liam gets out, heading over and sitting next to me. “How are you feeling?” I ask cheekily as he wraps himself in his towel. “Cold.” He says with a laugh, making me chuckle. “I can see that,” I say with amusement. “Hey, want to join me in the sauna? The hot steam sounds very appealing right now,” Liam chuckles. “Yeah, sure,” I say, getting up. We head down a hallway, the sauna just behind a marked door on the left.

Liam turns around, and he sighs. “Walker, it’s not necessary for you to follow us everywhere we go,” He says, making me turn to see Drake standing behind us, his eyes narrowed at Liam. “It is my job to protect her,” Drake says sternly, holding his ground. “Not for long. Last time I checked, that’s a husband’s job,” Liam snarls, inching towards Drake. “I’m sorry, last time I checked, you two are only engaged,” Drake responds, inching towards Liam as well, his fists balled. I widen my eyes, stepping between them. “First of all, I don’t need anyone to protect me okay? And I especially don’t need you two fighting over protecting me like I’m a child. Drake, thank you for your concern, but we will be okay. Liam, Drake is just trying to do his job, and I need you to respect that,” I lecture them. Drake nods, looking down. Liam backs up, looking embarrassed. “God,” I swear under my breath, shaking my head and walking into the sauna.

Liam and I sit on the wooden seats, enjoying the hot steam enveloping us. I lean back, closing my eyes. I feel my muscles finally relaxing, the stress and soreness from building the barn starting to dissipate.

I open my eyes to Drake kissing my neck, his stubble scratching over my sensitive skin, making me gasp slightly. “Shh, it’s alright, I’m going to make you feel good princess,” He whispers hoarsely in my ear, making me moan breathily, goosebumps rising all over my arms. His hands are running slowly up and down my bare back, his mouth moving down my body. I run my hands through his soft hair, tugging slightly, earning a throaty groan from him. I watch him as his mouth gets lower and lower-

“Alana! I think you fell asleep,” Liam says beside me, gently shaking my shoulder. I jump slightly, looking over to see Liam sitting next to me, watching me with a concerned look. I chuckle, bringing my hand to my forehead, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry! I had no idea I fell asleep,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks burning as I sit up straight. My face feels really hot, I just can’t tell if it’s from the steam or the dream. Liam chuckles. “You seemed like you were having an interesting dream,” He says, making me nod with a gulp. “Yeah, I uh, don’t remember it, you know how dreams can be,” I stutter. He just nods in agreement. “Hey, lets head out, I’m feeling a little light-headed,” I say quickly, getting up.

As we open the door, the cool refreshing air washes over us. Drake turns around to face us, making butterflies flutter in my stomach as we make eye contact. All I can think about is the dream, the way he was feeling me. “Yo Liam! come over here!” Leo shouts from the main room. Liam shoots me a smile before walking over the group. I stay behind, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, glancing over at Drake, suddenly feeling nervous around him.

He slightly furrows his brow. “Are you okay?” He questions, glancing over me. I gulp, with a nervous nod. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, I just fell asleep in there and feel a little light-headed,” I mutter, shifting on my feet. Drake watches me for a minute.

“You’re acting strange,” He states, making me scoff. “Me? I- am not acting strange,” I say, trying to sound casual. Drake leans in, his eyes roaming my face as I stare back at him, my heart pounding. “Did- Did you have a hot dream about me?” He asks a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

My mind goes blank on defenses, making Drake’s grin grow wider. “You did didn’t you?” He asks a look of astonishment on his face. My face gets even hotter, only being able to stutter in response.

Drake glances down the hallway, then back at me, before grabbing the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. I gasp against him, kissing him back. He suddenly breaks off the kiss, making me sigh in defeat. not again. I glance back up at him, waiting for the usual excuses he tells like ‘this isn’t right’ or ‘you’re engaged’, but he doesn’t say anything, just stares down at me.

He grabs my hand and swiftly drags me into the bathroom on the other side of the hall, locking the door behind me. I blink up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to say something. He just pushes me up against the closed door, kissing me again, rougher this time. Oh. I kiss him back hungrily, basking in this feeling with him, the way his large hands are tugging me closer against his frame, how his lips move in sync with mine. He breaks the kiss, his mouth right beside my ear, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks. “I hate seeing you with him,” He murmurs lowly, making me gulp at his deep voice, arousal shooting up my body. “mhmm, why is that?” I ask coyly. “because you’re mine,” Drake snarls with a protective squeeze, making goosebumps rise on my arms. I lean back so we are face to face. He stares at me for a moment, his pupils blown. “prove it,” I whisper slowly. His gaze becomes determined and he deftly moves his hands to roughly grab just below my ass, hoisting me up. My legs wrap around him instinctively, biting my lip at the feeling of his hands digging into my thighs and the cool wall against my back.

His lips find mine once again, quickly and with purpose. I start kissing him back, a sound of surprise erupting from the back of my throat as I feel one of his hands move to the inside of my thigh, making my stomach flip. “Is this okay?” He breathes slowly and I gulp before nodding rapidly, my heart suddenly hammering with anticipation. He smirks and his fingers reach my core, making me gasp, heat flickering up my abdomen. I feel a rush of adrenaline shooting through my veins as I realize what’s happening. I groan as his fingers move expertly between my legs, making my toes curl in pleasure, the knot in my stomach growing. I squeeze my thighs around his waist to garner more friction, moaning at the feeling of his touch. “you like that princess?” He growls, his voice deep. I nod with a soft moan as I throw my head back, making Drake take the opportunity to kiss the sensitive skin under my jaw, the various sensations overwhelming my senses. His fingers start to move in tantalizing circles around my clit, making me whimper in pleasure, grinding down on his hand. I can barely keep still, overcome with the intoxicating feeling of being with Drake.

The knot builds and builds until my chest is heaving as Drake continues to touch me, and in a second, the knot comes undone and I chew my lip to stop myself from crying out as I finish, seeing stars. Drake gently helps me on my feet as I try to catch my breath, my knees weak. “I- wow,” I pant, earning a slight chuckle from Drake. For some reason, I feel embarrassed, but when I look up to see the way he is looking at me, all of the apprehension vanishes.

He gently raises my chin, gazing softly down at me. “I cherish you, more than he ever can” He murmurs, making me fall for him even more, something I didn’t imagine was possible. I smile back up at him, looking into his sincere eyes.

“I only have eyes for you Walker, you know that”

—-

end of part 2 :)

I hope you guys liked It! I’m sorry if the smut is bad, I haven’t written in so long and I’m still not very good at writing it haha! sorry again for how long this took

#The Non-Royal Romance #the non royal romance #tnrr #trr #the royal romance #choices #choices fanfiction #playchoices #playchoices fics #choices stories you play #choicesfanfiction #drake walker #mc x drake #trr drake #alana rhys #liam rhys #fanficiton #smut

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duskodair · 3 years

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5, 29 🤠

5: squeezing the other’s shoulder

29: nudging them to show they are right beside them

It is a perfect day. Damned perfect, thinks Noel as she watches the morning sun shine down the street from the ajar window of her hotel room.

She secures her undergarments and turns away from the window, letting Jonah in. He sidles into the room, carrying the heavy box in his arms. Between them, a dense layer of foreboding grows that the weather outside seems oblivious to.

They have a couple of hours to work, so Noel turns to the dresser and reaches for the crystalline decanter and pours out two glasses of whiskey. As she returns the decanter to its place, the clock beside it ticks out a warning.

Behind her, Jonah clicks the box open. Neither of them move to act on its contents, they simply look at them and then at each other.

Noel lifts the glasses of whiskey and moves over to his side. Gently, she shoves his glass into his hand and perches beside him on the bed.

Outside a bird sings, the only sound to fracture the regular metronome tick of the clock. The twins sit in silence.

Then, Jonah, 'Are you sure you want to go through with this?'

She pauses, 'No. But I'm going to. And besides, it'll only be a year or so.'

He frowns and considers and she watches words fade from his tongue, unspoken. He takes a sip of his drink and hardens his resolve.

'Gah. Well, we'd best get on with it then,' He plops his glass on a side table and rises, turning to rest his hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it automatically, more for his own comfort than hers. She sighs, puts down her glass, and follows suit.

He reaches into the box and pulls out a petticoat. He hands it over and she slips it over her head, tying it securely over the base of her corset. It's a finer fabric than she's used to, and on any other day, that would delight her, but today it simply helps to build her lingering sense of dread.

Getting her dressed takes little more than ten minutes. Jonah is long practiced with tiny buttons and pins. His hands make light work of the components of her dress, carefully draping the pale blue silk of her skirt over the crinoline.

Once she has the bodice pinned in place, he directs her over to the stool and pulls out a comb. He works carefully to unwind her hair from the rags that they'd set it to curl in on the previous evening and combs her hair into gentle ringlets.

'Are you sure that you're sure? We could leave town right now, if you want. You don't have to do this, Noel'

'The plan was to do this. We can't just write off an entire con just because I get cold feet.' He doesn't like that response, she hears him huff from behind the curtain of her hair.

'This is more than just a con, Noel, and you know it. I can't let you marry this bozo if you're not sure. This con is not more important than you, and there are always other cons-'

She cuts off his monologue as it begins to spiral, 'I am doing this. It's not a real marriage and you know it. Lord knows it's not even in a Catholic church, Sister Agatha would be reeling.'

He chuckles, 'yes, absolutely. It is the denomination of the church that makes this marriage not binding, rather than the eight other factors that should prevent it bein' lawful.'

She raises her voice into a terrible impersonation of Sister Agatha, producing a frail quaver, 'Now you listen here, young Anthony, you must remember that marriage is key. Haven't you heard that children born out of wedlock are the devil's own work-'

'Noel,' he starts, serious once more, 'sister dearest, listen to me for once. It may not be a marriage in law or in feeling, but you know it is a marriage in act. I know you know this. And we both know what kind of a man Mr. Lloyd is. Are you sure that you are up for this?'

She takes his hand, interrupting his combing. Both of their hands shake a little. For a moment, she simply sits there. He squats down to look beneath her hair. Her eyes flick to his and she swallows.

'I don't know. I don't know if I can do this, but I don't want to give up either. We do need the money.'

'Don't think about the money right now, awright. We'll get the money, somehow. You don't have to marry this fella if you don't want to. Hell, we can leave Danser right now, if you want.'

She smiles, a little shaky, 'You're real sweet, but I said I'd do it, so I'll do it. It's not like you're going anywhere in the next year, is it? We'll be awright. Death till us part and all that.'

He sighs and rises, 'Well, if you're sure. Let me know if you change your mind'

He works the comb through her hair again, slowly working to pin the long red strands back.

She lets him work in silence for a while, listening to the foreboding tick of the clock and the faint bustling of the people of Danser. He ties a ribbon in her hair and makes sure to fasten her crucifix round her neck.

'All done,' he announces, passing her a hand mirror. A confident woman gazes back at her and she grimaces.

'This will work,' she appraises, 'I look like I was raised by a bloody governess and sent to finishing school in Europe. Now daddy is marrying me off, Look'

She wafts her engagement ring at him. 'Yuck,' he says, 'You sure as shit don't talk like it, rich girl.'

She sticks her tongue out at him by reflex, before regretting it instantly. A quick glance at the clock confirms her suspicions, 'I don't have to be prim and proper for an hour yet. When that clock goes I'll be a proper repressed little lady for you.'

He pulls a chair over to join her, offering out his hand to hers. She takes it and feels his clammy palm in hers. She lifts her head and looks him in the eye. A heavy weight hangs over him and foreboding swirls in the air. He blinks and looks away, turning toward the window.

'Are you ready?' He asks, after they have sat in restless silence for a moment that seems to last forever, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock.

'No. But I guess I have to be.'

'I guess so'. He squeezes her hand in his, 'can I help?'

She worries at the ruffles on her skirt as she stares at the floor. She rolls her words around her mouth before she mutters them, voice far removed from the crystal clarity that she usually relies on. 'I don't know what I'm doing'.

She hopes she doesn't have to spell it out more than that. She doesn't think she can. Of the two of them, he has always been the one with sweethearts and lovers. She has never been interested in that kind of thing, but she's kicking herself now that marriage is looming.

He sighs and scuffs the toes of his boots together, squeezing her hand in his. 'Lord, Noel, I can't help you with that. If the plan goes right it won't get to that, and he'll be too drunk to touch you. And if he hurts you, I will duel him.'

'If you duel anyone, I will kill you myself.'

'Noel-'

'No. If he hurts me. He hurts me. No point in getting shot over it. An' besides, we've surely got enough blackmail to settle it like grown ups.' She gives him a withering look. Used to it, he is unperturbed. 'You oughta get dressed up, you scruff bag. Haven't you heard it's my wedding day?'

Dismissed, he drops her hand and rummages for the suit he is renting. She watches him chuck his more comfortable clothes into a pile on her floor as he pulls it on. He returns to her with his red hair askew, with tufts of it sticking out hither and thither.

She holds out her hand for the comb and rises to tidy him up. They keep their silence, each subsumed in private worries and frustrations. As she combs, she catalogues the contents of her packed trunk, imagining where each item will go in her new house.

He stares straight ahead and his jaw twitches as he thinks. About what, though, she has no clue. As she finishes, the clock begins to wind up to strike, bringing with it a crushing sense of dread. She fumbles the comb as she puts it down, her shaking hands knocking it to the floor.

'Time,' says Jonah, offering a hand.

She takes it and they leave the room. She turns the key in the door and steps away, abjectly aware of every breath. She is happy to be led by his arm as she follows down the stairs and into the street.

Nothing in Danser has stopped for them. Life in the town continues as Noel's heart threatens to stop. Jonah leads the way. She focuses on moving her feet.

The church rises before them as a threat, a dark shape blotting out the sun. The door hangs open, awaiting. She pulls herself to stand straight and tries to force herself to focus. Jonah comes to a pause.

'Ready?'

She nods. He leads them into the darkness. It is cool in the church. Or at least something makes her blood run cold. Perhaps it is the sight of the back of her fiancé's head. For a second, she forgets how to breathe.

At her side, Jonah nudges her to remind her that he is there. She turns to glance at him, takes a deep breath in, and steps forward. As they walk, she hears their steps echo through the barren church. The pews will seat over fifty, but there are only five people in attendance.

She tracks them with her eyes, watches the preacher adjust his notes with a tired kind of boredom. She watches Mr Lloyd pick at his sleeves, notes the more casual jacket that he is wearing. Gunther Price, his foreman, slouches behind him, still in working clothes, the least interested witness that Noel could imagine.

It's nice to know where she stands, she thinks, as she makes her way down the aisle. Her husband-to-be has no strong allies, nobody to come to his wedding unpaid. Jonah's observation is correct, he will not be missed.

She takes her place before the preacher and listens to his words, foreboding in this echoey church. He speaks of the sanctity of marriage, of the love of God. He asks if there are any lawful impediments and Noel has to bite her tongue and concentrate to not turn to face Jonah and laugh. Resolute silence is the answer in the empty church.

Noel keeps her breathing steady and prepares to make promises that she has no intention of keeping. She keeps her voice steady as she makes her vows. She has practiced this. She does not look at Jonah. She does not look at the man who will be her husband.

Her hands are shaking so badly that Tobias struggles to slide the ring on her finger. It is cold to the touch and his fingers are clammy. She slides a ring in return. Fine California gold. Lovely.

She closes her eyes and lets him kiss her. She dislikes the scratch of his beard and the clumsiness of his lips. The church is filled with silence as he takes her in his arms.

They sign paperwork and return to the Hotel. The twins work to ensure that her husband is well supplied with drink so that by the time the newlyweds retire to their room, his hapless fumblings will be unable to reach beneath her shift.

She closes her eyes and prepares to rise early. The next stage of this con can't come soon enough. At least, she thinks, Jonah will get her out, if things go wrong.

#chill to reblog #a town called danser #here u go rob #knife time #check and mate to will williams #noel has her reasons but will will probs never get to know them #but if he did he might understand #i like noel and jonah bc they love each other but they are actively ruining each other's lives #and jonah is much more aware of this than noel is

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buddha-in-disguise · 4 years

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This is how it's done

Episode 5.15 at last.

While the emphasis has been on Nia's story in this episode, the synopsis made it clear Alex, Kelly and J'onn had a secondary storyline running as well. So again we were eager to watch knowing they were finally getting more than a token few minutes together.

Did it deliver?

Oh hell yes.

You just have to look on Twitter to see the praise being heaped on it by fans.

But first let's get the elephant in the room out of the way. William.

The opening sequence as Kara is fighting with Nia, and Nia has to be the one reminding Kara she has a date? Already covered by me and others, but to reiterate: that does not give a vibe of someone excited to be going on a first date. You can't even use the excuse of her mind was on the fight, because so was Nia's.

As to Kara at her apartment with Alex prior to the date?

Those words, "Cancel it for me."

Lets say (for arguments sake) it is nerves again speaking. Maybe it is, but that she is even having those thoughts? That she completely forgot about the 1st date, and needed reminding? If Kara can't get invested in the date, how are the audience expected to become invested?

As for the date itself. Kara arrives.... having been told by Alex to wear the blue top because .... well reasons .... and she is wearing the purple? So, not wanting to go with the best look then?

I didn't mind the date per se, although I did wonder if Kara was simply trying to not show pool skills, because I can't believe for a second, with Alex as a sister, and the control Kara now has on her powers (worry over lack of control would be the only other reason for her hesitation that I can think of), Kara hasn't been pulled into playing many times.

Did I get a date vibe? No. I felt more bonding yes (like why has it taken until now to even vaguely have that much), but date? Nope. Still not feeling it. If any of the above was a one off instance, you could shrug it off. But all of them? Sorry but as I say, if Kara isn't that invested in a first date, then we can't be expected to be as invested. However, that isn't to say that William annoyed me. In truth having him more on the sidelines was a relief as it finally allowed others to get some much needed screen time.

The Nia storyline.

This is obviously one extremely close to me, as my husband is transgender, and we have other family who are also transgender.

Nicole's input was definitely felt. Some of the lines she spoke were ones we have said ourselves almost word for word.

This is a topic that is one I've been extremely vocal about, and one in particular I have spoken about (in the William and Kara at CatCo scene) is the figures for transgender people killed in the last year alone in the USA, but more importantly that this number is likely not a true representation as many who die are misgendered after death.

It was so important to show just how bad for the transgender community it is. And no, it wouldn't necessarily be a fact Kara would know. Even those in the LGBTQ community aren't always aware of these figures. As for William being the one stating the figures back to Kara, again in the context I had no qualms about it. In fact having a CIS straight man write the piece and be a supportive ally is an important message in it's own right. I was worried that wouldn't come across, but I felt it did.

If ever there was a line that spoke volumes in this weeks Supergirl episode it was this:

"They want us to be invisible because of their own fears, they want to erase us so...... we need to shine even brighter." - Nia Nal

And shine Nicole Maines (and Roxy Wood, because the additional line about being a Black transgender woman - take my heart, stomp over it, then expect me to function), did. Both deserve so much praise on the way they delivered their performances.

I genuinely cried at some of this weeks episode, because the experiences have been ones we have faced as a transgender household. Being white does afford us a privilege that Black transgender people (especially the women) don't have. But as I say, it has been something I've been vocal about for a long time.

Lastly Kara and Nia on the balcony. Holy mother of god (or goddess), tears. Again. Nicole and Melissa once again were so good it felt like a punch to the gut. Kara wiping that tear off Nia's cheek. Big ugly sobbing from me. Gah! Just ....

Now Alex and Kelly. While I'm still craving a nice intimate atmosphere at home with them, having had so little of Dansen (and Kelly) it was a relief that for once Kelly wasn't given diminished screentime. Not only that, she was instrumental in helping Alex navigate through the VR world.

Alex having that PTSD flashback to being in the tank. Whoa, finally acknowledging it affected her and obviously still does. I loved how Kelly is so good at helping Alex maintain her equilibrium. You could tell it wasn't just because of her training or profession, but as a girlfriend who knows and understands how to communicate to Alex in that moment of stress, much like Alex was able to realise Malefic was manifesting as Kelly in the earlier part of the season, simply because she knew her girlfriend well enough.

Watching Alex train to get used to the Martian weapon, felt very reminiscent of S1 where Alex was training Kara early on. It was good to see her off balance for once in her training, as she has always shown a confidence in her ability until now. For those who complain she brought up wanting to be back at the DEO, as someone who has heavy military presence in our family (for at least 4 generations on my maternal side), I can safely say, going from military (and remember the DEO is recognised and spoken about in canon as being a military operation), and suddenly and unexpectedly thrown back into civilian life is one heck of an adjustment. It's an adjustment for most even when they know it's coming. To be so abrupt, so unexpected? Alex is going to want that structure back, and have that support around her. It is absolutely not unrealistic for her to feel this way or to talk about it. I would've been more surprised if she hadn't.

"And this is my gun."

Alex giving no crap. The whole rescue sequence was a joy to watch.

If I had a complaint, as I mentioned, I would've loved just a moment of real quiet intimacy between Kelly and Alex. We've barely seen anything of that sort. I hope we get something next episode (which also looks amazing from the trailer).

I could go through the episode and pick up so many times on how good it was. It was so much, I know I will have forgotten something I wanted to say. But I'm exhausted (almost no sleep will do that to you, damn being in the UK and these stupid o'clock viewing times), and it was so much to unpack.

Brainy, was barely in the episode but damn, so lovely (& heartbreaking) to see him give the information to the NCPD to help against transphobic attacks.

Onto a side plot, but finally we have more about Leviathan.

Leviathan have those bodies suspended.

What if William dies in 5.19 and becomes one of those suspended bodies for 5.20 or was supposed to, as Nicole mentioned on her Instagram story they still had scenes to film, and a couple were pretty amazing? With Staz back, would it have involved him, possibly as a sleeper agent? I've touted this idea before. While I would prefer that a MOC isn't cast into being a bad guy again, or killed off, I would more than happily see him simply go back to London and The Times. But I guess we wait to see what happens there.

But if, like Russell in 5a, he becomes an unwitting agent of Leviathan & a bad guy, cue fight scene, possibly in a VR setting? Maybe? Who knows.

Last but by no means least - they killed off Jeremiah. Since we're not entirely sure if Cadmus operated in the same way on Earth Prime as they did on Earth 38, we don't yet know the circumstances behind his death.

Will we get more explanation about it? Honestly I'm not overly bothered unless it helps serve a current storyline. Merely because episode numbers are running out, and it does at least bring us closure on his character one way or another. Something a lot of us have questioned for so long now.

As for complaints, the only ones expressing any real disappointment have been fans who have either regularly attacked other fans (especially those of in the SC or Dansen fandoms), or the outright transphobic users (I won't call them fans), who as the episode makes clear, are everywhere. The transphobes come out in force everytime with Nicole, so it isn't a surprise to see them again. As Nia says, it what transgender people face on a daily basis.

Plus with no Lena in the episode, it helps show that fans didn't need a Lena/Kara centric episode for this to garner such positive reactions, particularly from the LGBTQ fans. In some ways, as many have been saying (yes even SC fans), this Lena drama has long since gone by its sell by date and not having Lena once more stuck in her laboratory wasn't missed. And god, I say this as a huge Lena fan. I still want her on screen of course, but we need progression on what is happening with her. Both Lex and Lena have felt stale of late, and while I know it changes as we get into the last few episodes, I can truly say neither was missed this time. And before anyone jumps in, no this isn't bashing SC (I still ship both Dansen and SC, as well as Brainia), or saying SC shouldn't happen, or Lena is evil, or not needed. I don't think that at all. I merely am getting tired of a merry-go-round on Lena in her laboratory that we've had of late, & the only interaction has been with Lex. Time to break her out of that cell!

I don’t know what they were putting in the water in Vancouver when they did the Batwoman and Supergirl episodes this week, but they both had me simultaneously laughing & crying! It looked ugly for a minute there.

Both were outstanding episodes.

As much as I've had my criticism over some of this season, when Supergirl get it right like they did here, they soar! This was one of my top episodes for the entire series.

And despite all the news in the world right now, Supergirl trended on Twitter again.

Gif courtesy of @ Daily_danvers on Twitter.

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fuwafuwamedb · 4 years

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Dodging Death (Caster Gilgamesh, Hakuno, Ereshkigal, Ishtar)

The hour was around midnight. The night candles were burning the hour, flickering with colored smoke when the new hour would come. He vaguely remembered the fizzle of green before the doors to his offices had opened.

The figure had moved into the room, hiding under her hood.

“I am not seeking an audience today,” he had told the figure, wiping clay off his writing instrument. It wasn’t because he was not in the mood, simply that the day was about done. His people were going to bed and he had a great amount of work to complete before dawn.

It would be another late night because of that.

So many late nights.

“My king…”

He knew that voice.

Glancing over at the figure again, Gilgamesh groaned.

“Ereshkigal.”

The blonde lowered her hood, looking at him with all the depths of the underworld hanging under her eyes. Her expression was one that would have made any stomach twist in unease.

They both knew the gravity to which the woman was visiting him.

“It’s ah… It’s time.”

“I won’t go.”

He moved from his seat, pulling one of his blades from the gates.

“Ereshkigal, you and I both know that I am needed here. I have the entirety of Uruk down to a science. I have everything as it should be. My people are at their greatest contentment with their world. We’re increasing territory, covering more ground and sending the other kingdoms…”

She sighed.

Was that what this was about?

Was this because he was pushing back Nippur and Ur from their place in the world? They were unsuitable, hardly ruled over at this point. The fact that they had heirs and royal families would mean nothing by the end of the year.

He would slaughter all of them before this year was out.

Had they appealed to the gods? Was that why she was here?

“My king,” Ereshkigal moved a step forward.

He had his axe held tighter.

“You cannot avoid death, my king.”

“We’ve done this song and dance, Ereshkigal. State your desires and we’ll see them met. We have always been able to come to a compromise.”

“Not on this.”

He gave a swing as she came towards him, but somehow she’d increased her speed. Her feet landed softly on his axe, forcing him to be open to an attack.

Her fingers held his chin up to look at her.

“My king,” the woman murmured. “It’s not that I want to kill you. It’s not even that this is my job. You are well aware that I am not supposed to come topside to handle these things. It’s for my people to handle.”

“Then why are you here?”

Ereshkigal shook her head. “I knew you would not come for anyone else.”

“I will remain here in Uruk. As a divine king-“

“Partially divine.”

The woman moved away from him, knocking the axe from his hands and pushing him back into his seat. He could see her fussing with things here and there.

She’s making it look like I struggled.

Had he been accepting such a fate, he probably would have appreciated that, but he wasn’t going to surrender Uruk yet. He wasn’t that old!

Gods, he’d only grown fewer beards than fingers upon one hand!

“I’m sorry, my king,” Ereshkigal told him.

“I’m not dying today, Ereshkigal.”

The woman shook her head at him. “You have no choice.”

He did.

Above all, he had all the choices in the world. He was the king of this land. He was the absolute ruler, the one who could defy the gods now with the wisdom that he’d acquired after all the trouble he’d encountered before when he’d had…

Now was not the time to reminisce about the being.

Ereshkigal sighed, pulling her blade out.

“Please don’t make this too difficult,” the woman pleaded.

“I’m never too difficult,” he told her simply.

He was, in fact, quite simple.

The tomes he needed were in his library. He would simply need to escape the woman and run for it. Given the distance and the opponent he had, he could do this.

Her blade came falling.

Gilgamesh slammed the contents of the gates upon her and booked it for the doors, slamming it shut and slamming a spear nearby through the handles of the doors.

He didn’t stop, booking it as fast as he could through the hallways. His breath was coming in shorter than usual. It must have been a while since he’d been running like this. When this was over, he’d exercise a bit more in this manner.

The library doors were thrown open.

Without pause, he rushed in, grabbing from the bookshelves and tossing them down upon the desk. He could hear the goddess calling for him.

He needed to find the spell to weaken the goddess. He needed something-

“GILGAMESH!”

Another voice was joining the first.

He could almost curse at the sight of the other goddess here. Naturally, she would come. Why wouldn’t she, since he’d insulted her so greatly not so long ago. Ishtar’s dark hair sailed out behind her. Her and her sister were both glaring at him.

“I know just the thing!” Ishtar yelled.

He glanced at one of his texts, at a spell to send himself to another place.

Without reading much into it, he cast the spell, letting the gates of sorts open.

There were wild beasts screaming along the streets. There was heavy rain falling upon the ground on the other side of the portal.

Ishtar screamed something.

He jumped.

Then, everything changed around him.

His body went barreling through the pathway, rolling over and over along the earth. The earth in this land felt so vastly different from his own that he could not even begin to place where he’d landed. The heavens were an endless and vast space above him, darker than the depths of hell.

The howling beasts sped passed him with large, gaping eyes. He couldn’t see much of anything around them. The more they rushed passed him, the more he found himself screaming.

Only, he wasn’t screaming.

No, rather than screams, there was a yowling coming from his lips. He couldn’t get off of all fours for some reason and he could feel himself being drenched in the rain. He must have been wearing a coat or something.

He rushed for the darkness nearby, but he heard something screaming at him.

Water splashed at him as something came leaping at him.

ERESHKIGAL!

Mud splattered onto his face and person, but there were a giant’s arms around his being. It was like Humbaba herself had captured him.

“Hakuno!”

He could hear a voice crying out to someone, but he couldn’t see. The rain was coming down so hard.

Gods, but he was so damn tired.

Exhaustion was filling his person.

Had Ereshkigal caught him? Was this what the depths of Kur had in store for him? Death and desolation in the form of Humbaba getting revenge on him? Was this because he had mocked the being for ages on end, teasing about having sisters he would give the being and teasing that the being was someone worthy of being haggled with?

A light flickered on above them, flickering here and there.

Looking up, he could feel a pair of hands stroking at his cheeks, He was on the woman’s lap, her face illuminated as more lights were coming to life around them.

The woman was positively drenched. Her hair hung in twirling brown waves around her face. Her pale face held a pair of dark eyes that looked down at him.

Yet that smile was so soft.

Those hands were filled with a warmth that was soon accompanied by a coat wrapping around his person.

“You’re okay, little one,” the woman told him, in a voice that would have made all the goddess he knew weep in jealousy. Her warm coat and her gentle smile coaxed more of his strength from him.

Truly, he felt safer now than he had before this evening had even begun.

“Hakuno!”

The woman turned her head, finding the one who was holding the light of the beasts in her hands. He couldn’t see the face, just the light, but there was an outline of someone behind it.

“Sakura,” his Hakuno told her. “This cat has been wounded. I think we need to find an emergency vet as soon as possible.”

“He’s lucky to be alive! …or she.”

HOW DARE THAT MONGREL!

I AM A MAN, YOU IGNORANT SCOUNDREL! He tried to yell.

Tried.

The sound of spitting and hissing came from his lips. He found the woman holding him closer. His giant savior, in all her beauty and glory, cooed softly to him.

“It’s okay. It’s fine,” she purred to him.

It was most definitely not fine! Where the hell was his voice?!

The woman was rushing, the woman next to her following along as they booked it through the darkness. The lights above were like strange torchlight. They didn’t flicker and ebb away into nothingness at the rainfall. The people here must have found a way to harness the sun.

Was this Larsa?

The god Utu reigned over that land. While he had not personally been there in a while, he was surprised at the idea that the god would have permitted them to possess light when his people were plunged into darkness thanks to Nanna.

The gods aim against me, even now.

“Here!” The monstrous heathen that had dared to call him a woman was now illuminated.

Paltry. Wearing a coat of pigment upon her face that had become ruined by the rainfall.

You are no Hakuno, he attempted to tell her.

The sound of more meowing came.

What the hell was happening to him? Was this Ishtar’s idea of amusement? Curse him into forever being trapped with the speech of a feline? Gods, be he could already see Siduri having a field day with such an idea. She would enjoy nothing more than teasing him about his speech.

Listen to the great king Gilgamesh speak like a cat.

Perhaps next he’ll lick himself.

Gah!

Ishtar would pay for this. As soon as he returned to his kingdom, he would make the two goddesses suffer for this assault.

“What is this?”

Gilgamesh found himself placed upon an altar, a figure looming over him.

“I’m sorry to be coming here so late,” his savior told the spice smelling, darkness building fiend. “This cat was running across the road and he was almost hit. He’s got some cuts.”

“He has more than that.”

Let go of me, Gilgamesh growled.

Well, he managed to growl, but still he found no words escaping him.

“Are you planning to adopt the cat?” The man asked his savior.

I am not a cat!

“…I could.”

“Either you are or you are not. If you are not, then he will be placed in the back and treated in due time.”

“Please treat him now. I’ll take him home.”

He was not-

The man grabbed at his arm- Leg.

That’s a cat leg.

Gilgamesh stared at it, his insides churning at the sight of the overly hairy limb that the man was grabbing. Sure enough, there was some blood amongst the matted fur. He could see the man leaning in closer, grabbing something from nearby and pouring what felt like pure acid upon his skin.

He yowled.

A pair of hands stroked him softly.

“It’s okay,” the woman murmured.

It wasn’t okay.

Glancing down at his body, he could feel himself growing faint.

He was a cat.

A small, golden looking, honest to goodness feline. It was little wonder that these humans had seemed like giants to him. It was little wonder that he felt like he was in an entirely different realm.

It wasn’t that the world was vastly larger here.

He was just smaller.

Gods help me.

A pair of lips pressed against him.

Mana.

Gods, but he needed that mana. He turned, trying to get closer to the woman that had pressed that sweet kiss to his person.

“Miss, please refrain from touching him too much.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Kotomine.”

Burn in Kur, Dr. Kotomine, Caster thought darkly.

Everything ached and burned when he was handed back to the woman nearby. His body was barely functioning as he lay helplessly in her arms and the woman talked to the bastard.

“He will need neutered.”

NO!

“I’ll ah… I’ll be sure to think about it.”

For the love of all that was divine, he prayed like he’d never prayed before that she would not think about that. He was a man. He had these balls and this manhood for a reason and he had not yet achieved his ends with them.

He had heirs to help bring into this world.

“Allow me to find you a carrier-“

“I’ll carry him,” Hakuno told the man.

He found himself bundled into the woman’s coat, pressed between her breasts. Heavenly breasts, he thought tiredly, purring despite himself.

His eyes closed on the sight of the evil bastard and the fiend from earlier.

His eyes opened to the sight of the heavenly woman leaving another chamber and entering the one with him in it. Her hands were ruffling a fabric against that hair of hers. Her body was wrapped only in a fabric that covered her upper body and hung like his old friend’s robes.

“Are you awake, Gorgeous?”

Gorgeous?

He tried to sit up, glancing down at his paws again.

I’m a cat.

This was remarkably awkward.

Try as he might, he could barely get a single spark of magic to run through his veins in this form.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

The woman moved to the bed, pulling her into her arms and curling up with him near her pillows. The woman’s lips pressed against his head.

“You’re safe here,” she murmured to him.

Safe?

Glancing around, Gilgamesh paused.

Technically, there was nothing he could do. He had the option of struggling and finding himself in a worse position or simply accepting fate for now. If he accepted his situation and allowed himself a moment, he could indulge in this woman’s comfort. He could listen to her voice and curl up in this bed, which was bigger than anything he’d ever seen.

He could rest…

When was the last time he’d rested? Truly rested?

He leaned close, licking the woman’s cheek only to find the woman looking at him with the most dazzling golden brown eyes he’d ever seen. Her smile- no, her glow that she had at him licking her- it was like nothing else.

I’ll rest for a few hours and then find a way to become human.

A gentle touch was stroking his person.

He could hear his own rumbling, the purring sound filling the air around them despite his best efforts to stop.

A kiss came here and there, followed by reminders that he was safe.

She was there, she told him.

Then I am in your care, he thought tiredly.

May she care for him well until he awakened and became human once more.

#drabble #drabbles

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taehyungiestummy · 4 years

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“I can’t believe this day has come,” I sniffle, holding back tears as Emily and I say our goodbye. “We’ve been together for so many years. Joined at the hip, some have said. Now, we are in an airport about to part ways for a while. It’s crazy.”

“I love you too, Amber,” Emily tucks some hair behind ear. “This hurts me too. I’m leaving the love of my life, good friends, and the best friend I have ever had.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve been separated for a long period of time,” I feel a tear run down my cheek.

“Hey, don’t cry,” she stealthily wipes the tear away with the side of her index finger. Not messing up my glasses in her action.

“We’ve lived next to each other for years. Been in almost all the same classes. I’ve never imagined having to part like this.”

“You’ll be fine without me. It’ll go by fast, anyways.”

“I know. It doesn’t make the pain go away. I’ll hurt for now, and these seven boys will cheer me up.”

“I have no doubt about it,” she tenderly smiles at me.

“They hate seeing me sad,” I giggle, feeling some sadness drift away.

“Text me as often as possible. Tell me about anything and everything. Plus, it’s easier than calling, and I know I’ll be calling Joonie a lot.”

“I should let you say goodbye to him now,” I fidget with the end of my sweater sleeves.

“Just give me a hug already, you dork,” she grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me into her. “You are overthinking what is going to happen to our relationship while we are apart,” she whispers to me. “Don’t. Stop it right now. Nothing is going to happen. This is me showing tough love, so don’t take it any other way.”

“I’ll try to stop overthinking,” I whisper back. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in a couple hours. It’s just, the initial parting is hard.”

She holds me out by my shoulders, smiling as she takes me all in. “You know, I’ll be planning your birthday party on my ride home.”

I smile, shaking my head. “Great. Another birthday of surprises.”

“You know you loved it.”

The two of us giggle, hugging one last time. Then I’m walking away so Namjoon can say his goodbye.

Taehyung is sitting in a chair by our gate, arms open for me as I make my way over to him. “Come here, princess. Let me hold you.”

I place my backpack in the empty seat next to him before climbing into his lap. My head rests on his shoulder as I grip his shirt.

“You are strong, jagi,” he kisses the top of my head. “What do you want to do on the plane?”

“Read,” I blink away the tears.

“Perfect, I actually made you a playlist for when you read. It’s mainly classical music, or instrumental versions of songs. Piano covers are very pretty, so there’s a lot in the SoundCloud playlist for you. Also a few slow songs with singing at random throughout. Like good break points so you don’t burn out while reading.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Tae. You have to make me playlists for other things.”

“I remember you saying you like to listen to music while reading, but it always seems to distract you. I just wanted to help, and expand your music tastes.”

“I’m excited to listen to it as I drown myself in a book.”

“What else do you want to do?”

“Have another Hangul lesson. Yesterday was good, but I’m excited to learn more. We need to review what you’ve taught me already too.”

“We can do that,” he rubs his hands over my back. “Are you going to play Pokémon on your DS?”

“Maybe,” I smile, looking up to see Taehyung smiling down at me. “Do you want to watch me?”

“A little bit,” he shyly smiles. “You are cute when playing video games.”

“I also want to write, but not poems. I haven’t written a real story in so long, and I have somewhat of an idea for something.”

“Looks like we have a lot to get done,” Taehyung kisses my nose.

“Little one, I have breakfast,” Yoongi walks up to Taehyung and me, handing me a bagel with cream cheese. “Jimin and Jungkook are coming with the rest for everyone else, so you will have milk soon enough.”

I maneuver to be sitting up more and give Taehyung more mobility with his arms. “Thank you. This is just what I needed. Food and my friends.”

Yoongi runs his fingers through my hair. “You look like you need to recharge, girlie.”

“Do I really?” I begin chowing down on my bagel.

“You’re been so good so far, princess,” Taehyung takes a small bite of my bagel. “You can power through this. All of us will help you.”

“Here we are, with the food,” Jimin smiles as he and Jungkook step up.

“Adorable girl, here is milk,” Jungkook hands me a bottle of milk.

“Thanks,” I quickly gulp down some milk.

“Aw, kid, you look beat,” Hoseok, followed by Seokjin and Namjoon, take a seat across form the group already here.

“Did some young men keep you up last night?” Seokjin looks disapprovingly at the maknae line.

“We went to bed at a decent hour,” Jimin defends, handing food out to the three new boys. “She’s people tired.”

I smile, “I like that. That is why I look beat. Too many people.”

“She needs to recharge,” Taehyung lets me take a bite of his breakfast burrito. “So, she’ll be reading for the first part of our plane journey.”

“Emily doesn’t want you sad, Amber,” Namjoon reassuringly smiles. “Don’t let her leaving suck energy from you.”

“I’ll be fine,” I grin back at the leader of Bangtan. “Just need a little time. Food is the first step.”

“I knew I liked you the most for some reason,” Seokjin smirks, teasing his bandmates.

“I think cutie is everyone’s favorite for some reason,” Jimin gives a big smile, his eyes scrunching up. “She’s so likable.”

“I agree,” Taehyung kisses my cheek before finishing off his burrito.

“Stop,” I whine, feeling my cheeks beginning to fire up. “Too sweet.”

“Gah, kid, you are so shy to compliments sometimes,” Hoseok places a hand over his heart. “Too pure for this world.”

“Who would have though a girl would bring all of us so much happiness,” Jungkook pokes my cheek. “For different reasons for all of us.”

“I’m glad I can be such a positive light in all your lives,” I smile. “And I’m glad you all do the same for me.”

******

“This is relaxing,” I smile, adjusting my sunglasses and placing a bookmark in my book.

“Just like last year,” Yoongi pinches my side. “Is that your last book?”

“Yeah,” I wiggle around to sit up more in the lounge chair I’m sharing with Yoongi. “I only brought three, because I knew I’d have other things to do.”

“Like what?”

“Writing, playing video games, dancing,” I rest my head on his shoulder. “Learning Hangul and talking to you guys. Lots to do as we travel.”

“You haven’t colored?” Yoongi clicks his tongue in disappointment. “You’ve changed.”

I chuckle, “No, I am still a cute brat. Nothing has changed. I brought a coloring book, you just haven’t want to color yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been seated by you and Taehyung. And we haven’t hung out as just the three of us either.”

“I can fix that,” he tickles my side for a few seconds.

I giggle, slapping the boy’s hand.

“Lunch has arrive,” Namjoon announces as he and the rest of Bangtan step up to the section of outdoor patio we have claimed.

“It all smells so good,” I place my book on the small table next to the lounge chair. “Chicken tenders and fries. God, such a universal meal.”

“Was she good when were gone, hyung?” Taehyung takes a seat on the lounge chair near my feet.

“Taehyung,” I roll my eyes. “I’m not a child.”

“She was perfect,” Yoongi teases, gently pinching my cheek.

I groan, looking at the five other boys who are already chowing down on their food. They are no help.

“That’s good,” Taehyung pulls the small table closer to him to set the food container down on. “Princess, are you hungry?”

“Very,” I reach out to try and grab some fries, but Taehyung lightly slaps my hand. “Hey,” I pout.

“I’ll feed you,” he picks up a few fries, placing them in front of my mouth so I lean forward to take them.

“Little one was still reading until a minute before you arrived,” Yoongi bites into his sandwich.

“Did she make any funny faces while I was away?” Taehyung rips a piece off a chicken tender, popping the piece into his mouth. “I always take pictures when she’s making faces.”

“Mouth closed, Taehyungie,” I swipe a few fries before he can stop me.

“No, I didn’t notice any faces from Amber,” Yoongi grabs my sprite from between us, taking a sip. “She mumbled a few times, but that’s it.”

“Guys, what the fuck?” I take my soda from Yoongi. “I’m right here, and you are treating me like a damn child. I am about to blow.”

“Jagi, no need to use naughty words,” Taehyung pops some chicken into my mouth. “We’re just having fun.”

I glare at my boyfriend. “I’m fine, Tae. Do you hear that everyone?” I slightly raise my voice. “I am okay. Emily and I have been texting, and I am still happy. No dips, nothing.”

“That’s good,” Jungkook smiles at me. “You can see it in your eyes. They have a sparkle when you are truly happy.”

“You’ve seen that too?” Jimin looks at the maknae with wide eyes. “She’s like an anime girl.”

I chuckle, “It’s all in your head. They don’t sparkle.”

“I’ve seen it too,” Hoseok turns to look at me. “Not really a sparkle, but they do something when you laugh.”

“Jagiya, you are my anime girl,” Taehyung leans forward to give me a kiss. “I love you and want the best for you.”

I run a hand through his hair, “I know you do. I love you too. It’s just, I’m okay. Don’t treat me as lower. If I am feeling down, I will tell you.”

“I like babying you,” he leans away. “You are my princess, and I want to take care of you.” He smiles, pouting just a tad.

“No, don’t pout,” I whine.

“Amber won’t deal with your crap, Tae,” Seokjin shakes his head.

“No, no,” I sigh. “His pout is too cute.”

“Of course it is,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Taehyung is just too cute.”

The innocent boxy smile has now taken over my boyfriend’s face. “That’s why you love me.”

“Yes, and many other reasons. Just, feed me,” I nibble on my bottom lip. “I’m still so hungry.”

Lunch flies by without much more incident. Taehyung continues to feed me, Yoongi keeps drinking my Sprite, and we all talk about random things. Then, after relaxing in the sun for a while, we all decide to cool off in the pool.

“I love floating,” I sigh as Taehyung puts his forearms under me to keep me floating. “Hey, babe?”

“Yes jagi?” Taehyung leans in so I can see his face. “I swear, I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

I smile, “It’s oaky. You can touch my butt sometimes. It is not like you squeezed a cheek or something.”

“It’s a little too public for that,” he winks at me.

“Moving on,” I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I was just thinking about how we haven’t gone on a date since I have been with you again. It’s fine. I’m not complaining, of course. Seeing as I am traveling with my boyfriend, brother, and five close friends.”

“You just want a few hours with just the two of us. To focus on our love for one another, and have heart to heart conversations. We can do something when we are home for a brief time.”

“That sounds nice. Coffee shop date or something else?”

“Do you want a public date so people will see how we are actually in love? Get pictures circulating that aren’t a year old,” Taehyung smirks. “We can talk about it later.”

“Okay,” I wiggle out of my boyfriend’s arm, standing up and facing him. “You were right, about wanting to get pictures out to the public too.”

“Because of the hate?” His face is rid of his smirk in seconds.

I sigh, cupping one side of his face with my right hand. “Don’t blame yourself, Tae. Just don’t. It is not your fault. No amount of hate would push me away from you. I love you so much. So yeah, I want to get caught out in public to shut up some haters. Is that a crime?”

“No, no,” he moves his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “I understand. I feel so bad you have to see nasty words said about you.” He grabs my hand, lowering it from his face. “I don’t understand why if they don’t have anything nice to say, just don’t type it out. I love you so much, and I want to shield you from anything hateful.”

“I know. I love you so much, and I can look passed some jealous people.”

Taehyung tenderly smiles, “That’s why you are perfect for me. You are tough, and don’t take shit from anyone.”

“We are soulmates, Tae,” I smile back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. I’ll be with you forever.”

He quickly cups my face in his wet hands, pulling us together for a kiss. “Thank you. My princess, placed in my life at the perfect time.”

I giggle as best I can with my face squished by two large hands. “I love you too. Now, let’s go mess with the others.”

Taehyung flashes that boxy smile I have fallen so in love with, releasing my face from his hands. “Ah, my dorky queen. Come on, let’s mess with them.”

********

“Our own room,” I smile, popping in my retainers I rarely wear anymore. “Well, only one door separating us from Jimin and Jungkook, but it’s close enough.”

“It is nice,” Taehyung smiles from his place already in the hotel bed. “What did you just put in your mouth? I don’t think I have ever seen you do that.”

“My retainer,” I plug my phone into the charge I have on the hotel desk. “The summer before my first trip over to Korea, I got my braces off,” I respond to Emily’s text, letting her know that I am heading to bed. “And, you wear them all the time for six months. Then, only at night,” I jump into bed, crawling up to Taehyung. “I’m bad because I rarely wear them. Only when my teeth hurt,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Probably not good, but my teeth are still straight. I do take them with me everywhere I go. They are just uncomfortable and dry my mouth out.”

“Such a bad girl,” Taehyung giggles, tickling my stomach for a few seconds.

I flail away from my boyfriend, laughter forcing it’s way out of my throat for a few seconds. “Such a pervert.”

“What?” He pouts, innocently batting his eyelashes.

“Don’t act so innocent,” I shove him with my foot. “You aren’t pure. We haven’t been together that long, but I know how dirty you can be.”

He smirks, “Have you seen how sexy you are? It’s hard to hold back, but I do because I know it’s too soon, and you aren’t ready. Like, your one piece today was cute, but your little curves are so hot.”

“Tae,” I scoot up to him, crossing my legs like a pretzel as I face him. “You must be happy that I am wearing my normal pajamas again,” I grin.

“I only made you wear a sweatshirt because the other two are boys just like me, and would stare at you with bad thoughts. I do. Jimin did!”

“What?” Jimin calls from the next room.

“Nothing, Chim-Chim!” I roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s outburst. “It’s okay that you made me wear a sweatshirt to hide my boobs,” I giggle., cheeks heating up in an instant. “Anyways, I’m happy to be back in my normal summer pajamas.

“So am I,” Taehyung grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him so my head is in his lap.

I adjust my t-shirt with holes in it--thanks to my scissor crazy boyfriend--so my tummy is covered, and pull my feet into my pillow. This is how our pillow talks shall be like form now on.”

“Is it comfy enough?” Taehyung slowly runs his fingers through my hair.

“Perfect,” I lazily smile. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Tell me about the story you started on the plane. You were too cute writing it. Mouthing words, looking off at nothing, and your little hand holding the pencil.”

I giggle, “I’m glad you like my little habits. I saw you take a few pictures. You know, you can post anything on my Instagram.”

“Now I do. I promise only to post pictures you approve, or I know you look super cute in.”

“That’s why you are the best. Seriously, if you post something I don’t like, I can just delete it. Just post whatever you like.”

“Will do,” he runs the pad of his finger over the outside part of my ear. “Now, what is your story about?”

“Ah yes,” I lick my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. “It is in the beginning stages, so I don’t have a ton figured out, but I have a good idea. Basically, a girl is adopted by two women, and will have many siblings. Her older brothers are protective, and the girl her age is her best friend. The younger siblings she loves playing around with. What really sets her apart though, is that fact that she is mute.”

“Mute? Like, she doesn’t talk? At all? Or is she deaf? What, that wouldn’t make sense.”

“She talks very little. Her life was hell before being adopted, and causes her to shut down.”

“But she finds a voice, kind of, through something that she loves, am I right?”

I giggle, “Maybe. I haven’t decided what will happen. It will go through a fast timeline from adoption to high school where the bulk of the story will probably take place.”

“You’ll have to let me read it. I’m not sure I can give good advice, but I’ll do what I can.”

“Actually, I think there’s a future story you’ll have more fun reading.”

“Oh, is your brain bursting with ideas? So much to write with so little time.”

“My brain is always thinking of stories or ideas. This new story, however, can’t start until December. I’m planning it, though, when the other story has writer’s block. It is going to be something.”

“What’s it about?” Taehyung places a hand on my hip.

“Hwarang,” I smirk. “I’ve looked into the facts about the drama you are it, and I wondered about a girl in the ranks. It could be interesting.”

“Ah, is my jagiya writing a fan fiction?” He teases. “You haven’t even met Hansung, and you want to date him.”

“Who says the main girl will get with Hansung? Maybe it will be one of the other beautiful guys. It may even have multiple endings. I’ll just have to wait for the show. I’m gaining ideas as I read more on culture, and the little out on the show.”

“Two episodes a week. You’ll have to write a lot a week to keep up.”

“I can do it, no doubt,” I run my finger over Taehyung’s short covered thigh. “Tell me some stories about acting. Anything that comes to mind.”

“Well, I learned how to ride a horse, so that was fun. There’s a lot of video of me doing that. I’ll have to show you some time.”

“I bet you looked great in riding gear. Hell, I know you did.”

He chuckles, “Maybe. Anyways, the wig I had to wear wasn’t that comfortable, but I powered through. It got better as the days went by. Playing Hansung was so much fun.”

“Being an actor was fun, period, I’m guessing. Every picture you sent as you all dressed up as Hansung, you looked so happy. Not to mention, oh so handsome.”

“So much flattery. We really know how to build each other up.”

“Because I love you,” I coo. “More acting stories, please.” I turn onto my back so I can look up at Taehyung. “How were the other boys?”

“Great,” he smiles, looking down at me. “My Hwarang-hyung. All of them find me adorable. I brought the cast together.”

“You were the maknae,” I giggle, reaching over to poke his side a few times. “I bet they didn’t know what to think of you. It’s good you brough everyone together. That’s something you do best.”

“You are the maknae right now,” he taps my nose. “Emily is gone, and now you are the very youngest out of us.”

I giggle, “Don’t tease me. Being the youngest can be hard.”

“Oh, but you aren’t that young. You turn eighteen this year. That’s pretty old, jagi.” He tickles my tummy for a few seconds.

I’m out of Taehyung’s reach as soon as the laughter flows out of my mouth. “Not again. Not tonight. No tickles.

“Cuddles?” He pouts, holding out his arms for me.

“With that pout, of course,” I tenderly smile, crawling over to snuggle into my boyfriend’s side. “Oh, oppa, I almost forgot. I made a new friend on the internet.”

“You did? Are you going to tell me about this new friend?”

“Of course,” I pat his tummy. “It all started when I said I’m really into this group called Day6. The rock group, you know? The boys who play their own instruments.”

“Yes, I remember you showing me some music videos. One of them likes us, and they have pretty good songs.”

“Yes, Jae outwardly loves BTS. That boy is a huge dork.”

“So, your new friend is a fan of this group?” Taehyung pushes his fingers under the waistband of my sweats at the hip.

“Let me tell my story,” I gently slap his chest.

“Go ahead then, princess,” I gently slap his chest.

“Okay, so, all the sudden I get this used being tagged in all of the comments of every recent picture. I had to check out the hype that everyone clearly needed me to see. So, I clicked on the name, and the Instagram that popped up was that of an artist.”

“They’ve drawn you, haven’t they?”

“Me, us, the other boys. In fact, they make comics of all of us doing random everyday tasks, or doing crazy things that the fans suggest. I’m not sure what fan bases all follow her, but she draws so much. She ahs original characters, and does many other groups. It’s amazing the skill she has.”

“What’s her name?”

“Willow Eve, but she prefers just Eve. After a few minutes on her page, I follower her Instagram, and then sent her a message. We talked, swapped emails, and she sends me art before it’s posted.”

“That’s cute,” Taehyung coos. “Are you best friends now? Do you talk about boys?”

“Good friends who gush over our boyfriends.”

“Who is her boyfriend?”

“Jae, from Day6. That’s why people wanted us to meet. We loved the other one’s boyfriend’s group.”

“You should meet once we are home for a while.”

“Already planning it,” I smirk. “I’ve also asked if Vernon’s girlfriend would like to join.”

“Vernon, from Seventeen? That Vernon.”

“Yes. We’ve emailed since last year, and I helped him get a girl. She is never going to be in the spotlight.”

“Do you know her name?”

“Abigail. She’s thinking over setting up a meeting. The fear of being found out is very strong in her.”

“I can’t believe I got jealous over a boy who would never want you because he had his eyes on someone else the entire time. And I made you cry because of it.”

“You did, but I’m okay now,” I sit up, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips. “We both learned from that.”

He smiles, running a hand over my hair. “Where would you meet the other girls?”

“Probably the coffee shop,” I tiredly smile, resting my head on this shoulder. “Emily would be with me, and Laurel would come with Eve. Abigail would be with her friend that she hasn’t told me anything about yet. I want us all to be friends. We all have something in common.”

“What’s that?”

“Our boyfriends are idols,” I life my head up. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m super tired.”

“Sure thing, princess,” he kisses my forehead.

“You’re the best, oppa.”

We take the next few minutes to climb under the covers and get comfortable. Taehyung even turns on the night light app he downloaded on his phone for me.

“When we get back home, we have to have an apartment party to shut the boys up,” Taehyung has his hands up my shirt, running his nails gently over my back.

“I want to see our puppies,” I feel tears building up. “They must miss us, yeah?” My voice cracks.

“Baby, don’t cry. Of course they miss you. You’re their mom. They love you.”

“How do you know?” I feel the tears escape my eyes. “I love them, and I miss them so much.”

“It’s okay, princess. We will be home soon,” he places kisses all over my face. “Don’t cry. Please, it hurts my heart.”

I sniffle, “I’m okay. It was just a few tears.

The door flies open, light spilling in.

“Ugh!” Taehyung groans.

“Sorry!” Jungkook sighs. “I didn’t know you were trying to sleep.”

“What do you need, Kookie?” I yawn out.

“Just, to have a good night. And, um, this is weird to say.”

“I love you too, Kookie. It’s oaky to say. Now, goodnight.”

“Oh,” Jungkook stutters. “Love you too!”

Then the door is closed, and the room is plunged back into darkness.

“I love you the most,” Taehyung gives me a small squeeze.

“I know,” I snuggle into his side. “I love you just as much.”

“Goodnight princess. Big day tomorrow.”

“I am ready. Now, shut up so I can sleep.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! It was either make this a really short chapter or make it long, and I went with long because why not. I would love to know what you thought. :D Also, hard to find a gif, so I did my best.

#BTS #BTS fan fiction #BTS x OC #BTS imagine #Jungkook x OC #Jungkook imagine #Taehyung x OC #Taehyung imagine #Jimin x OC #Jimin imagine #Namjoon x OC #Namjoon imagine #Hoseok x OC #Hoseok imagine #Yoongi x OC #Yoongi imagine #Seokjin x OC #Seokjin imagine #My OCs

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quitetommy · 5 years

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real life

heyo! this is for @laureharrier‘s writing contest!!! hope yall enjoy!

The water that came out of the shower head was hot. It poured down over the sad girl; her music was playing softly outside the shower. She could feel her body shake with each cry that made its way out of her mouth. Due to the water, she couldn’t feel the tears but she knew they were there. The curtain beside her shuffled open and her pretty boy stepped in. The sad girl quickly held in her cries and wiped her tears. She felt him wrap his arms around her body. It wasn’t in a sexual way but in a comforting way. It was like he knew how upset she really was.

His head fell onto her shoulder, kissing softly. His voice was soft too, husky and caring. He hummed before asking, “You okay?”

I got the good side of things

Left you with both of the rings

My fingers danced and swayed in the breeze

The change in the wind took you down to your knees

The girl under him rubbed his arms and shook her head, “Not really.” she sniffed as the handsome brunet turned her around. The water was now hitting the back of her head. Peter could feel his heart shatter as his girl opened her bloodshot eyes. It was obvious she had been crying and that upset him. Y/N wasn’t someone to hide her emotions so when she hid in the shower to cry. He was just hoping that it wasn’t due to the more recent fighting they’d be doing.

“What’s goin’ on? Talk to me, pretty girl.” he pulled her in for a hug and her cheeks flushed a light pink as his loving name hit her ears. She hooked her chin over his shoulder and she let her tears out. “I know it’s dumb, but I’m just tired of fighting with you.”

The curly haired boy let out a breath, closing his eyes, of course this was because of him. “. . . Darling. . . I-”

“Don’t get me wrong, I am beyond proud of what you’re doing. It’s just- i just got you back.” She pulled away and frowned at the saddening boy in front of her. It was true, she had just gotten him back. After the blip, everything had been so messy and confusing and it had gotten really hard. With all the nightmares and PTSD, on both sides, it was more work being together than apart. And so, they ended things. After three agonizing months of being alone, the two decided they couldn’t live without each other.

I got the good side of you

Sent it out into the blue

The people danced to the sound of your heart

The world sang along to it falling apart

He tried to smile, but it was weak and held no happiness. He moved her hair from her face and said, “This is my job. Nothing will happen to us again, I promise. I would die before I let anything happen to you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” A jab to his heart and he was getting so damned tired of talking in circles.

“Darling, you are my everything.” Peter was whispering and Y/N was looking down between their two bodies. She watched the water as it went down the drain between their feet. “You know that, Y/N/N, but I can’t just abandon New York. They need me.”

The water was hot on her back, spraying down harder than she liked. Y/N was looking at him now, she had her arms wrapped around his torso and her chin was pressed into his bare chest. Her heart fluttered in her chest, deflating before she spoke, “I need you, Peter.”

The hero nodded, thinking for a moment, biting his lip. Y/N watched him think, watched his face change as he thought of what to say next. Letting out a sigh, he whispered just loud enough to be heard over the water raining down around them, “They need me more. I’m all they have.”

But I sympathize, and I recognize

And baby, I apologize

That I got the good side

The good side of things

I got the good side of life (good side of life)

“They shouldn’t get both Peter Parker and Spider-man when I barely get my pretty boy.” She whispered this, afraid of what he might say. She had her hand on his chest, tracing an old scar. His eyes were huge, wild. His thoughts were running a mile a minute.

The boy’s body filled with dread and he brought his hands up to frame her face. He placed the softest kiss on her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. He brought his soft lips back up to her temple, placing another there. This was the most gentle of them all; his lips barely touching her skin- ghosting over it. He let a sigh pass through and then whispered something Y/N couldn’t hear before he pulled back to look at her. “T-This is my job. You knew that when we started dating, my gorgeous girl. You know I can’t stop.”

Her head was filled with all different thoughts. He was calling her his gorgeous girl, but then was saying things that shouldn’t be paired with such sweet words. With a shake of her head, she turned off the too hot water and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her small frame and then handed one to her boyfriend Her head was shaking as she said, “I’m not asking you to stop being Spider-man, Peter.”

Traveled the universe twice (the universe twice)

So many thoughts I wanted to share

But I didn't call 'cause it wouldn't be fair

Then I got the good side of new

Found arms to fall right into

“Then what are you asking?!” His voice was harsh and he regretted it the moment it slipped past his lips. He felt his heart stop when Y/N turned around. She had tears in her eyes and she had this look on her face. Like she couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

“I-I don’t know! I just miss you!” His pretty girl cried out. She threw her hands out too, tired of fighting with her lovely boy.

“Goddammit, Y/N/N.” He was whispering again. And it was like his voice and temper got away from him because he started yelling again, “You’re so fucking ungrateful! I do this for you! I always have! You-you are being so fucking selfish right now! Gah!”

I know how it looked, it wasn't the plan

And some day I hope that you'll understand

I sympathize, and I recognize

And baby, I apologize

That I got the good side

The good side of things

“I’m being selfish? Me?” She shook her head, laughing. Though, she didn’t really think it was funny.

“That’s exactly what I said, yeah?!”

“Really?” Peter nodded, anger filling his veins and clouding his judgement. “God, Peter, I can’t even look at you right now.”

His once loving girl, stomped out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom, throwing on whatever clothes she found first. Peter followed after, doing the same, but continuing the fight. “You can’t look at me?! You’re the one that is constantly making me justify Spider-man to you! If you love me, you should just get it! It shouldn’t be this hard! If you really-”

I'm sure we'll meet in the spring

And catch up on everything

I'll say I'm proud of all that you've done

You taught me the ropes, and you taught me to love

“If I love you- Fuck, Peter.” Y/N put her head in her hands, yelling out in frustration. “Are you even listening to me?! We are fighting because I miss you. Does that not mean anything to you? Of course I fucking love you. You’re it for me and I just miss you. I fucking know that you can’t stop; I never asked you to!”

“No! You’re just being a clingy brat who can’t understand my job! Without Spider-Man, I have nothing!”

“Nothing?” she felt her heart split. Did she really mean that little to him? “I promise you, another night like this, and you will have nothing.”

Calm flooded Peter’s body. “What? You’re planning on leaving me?”

“Do I need to?”

He took a step towards her, in hopes that they could reconcile, forget about all the fights. But she took a step back and Peter felt his heart snap. He did this. This was all him. With a heavy heart and tears forming in his pretty brown eyes, he cried out, “N-No, I-I’m sorry. Please don’t leave. Can we just forget any of this happened? Please.”

“No, we can’t, Peter. This is real life, you don’t get to just restart whenever you make a mistake.” Her voice was just above a whisper but with his hyper hearing, it was like she was screaming. He flinched at the words and nodded, sadly. He crossed his arms across his chest, soothing himself, muttering a broken, “Okay.”

But I sympathize, and I recognize

And baby, I apologize

That I got the good side

The good side of things

Sympathize, recognize

Apologize

That I got the good side

The good side of things

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 5 years

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gruvia drabble

author's note: im SORRY im really not over the last chapter. i fr never will be. but yea this one is based on the last chapter a lot more strictly. ALSO the very end issss ooc for gray but it was a cute ending soooo yea hehe. ok enjoy cutiessss<333

After a long, grueling train ride, the team had finally made it to the city of Draseel, ready to search for the wood god dragon and take the next step in their mission.

Happy let out a long, obnoxious yawn. "I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired, too." Wendy admitted.

"I suppose it is late." Erza agreed. The team sorted out the nonsense with Erza and Erkis, got them switched back, and scolded Erza for being careless. That alone put them back another three hours.

"On the map it says there's a hotel right next to this station." Lucy looked up from the map.

"Alright, snoozing it is!" Natsu cheered. He was happy enough to be off the train, and now he got to rest on top of it.

The group got two rooms for the night, one for the boys and one for the girls. They quickly departed into their two rooms, ready to get some sleep and take on the next day.

Gray barely got a chance to breathe before Natsu and Happy were completely knocked out on their beds. They didn't bother to get under covers or anything, they were just out like a light.

"Why am I not surprised?" Gray sighed. He followed their lead and got ready for bed.

Gray flicked off his bedside light and turned over. After a few moments, he tossed over to the other side. Then onto his back. When a few slow minutes passed, he finally realized he wouldn't fall asleep right then. There was something that was picking at his mind, something he couldn't just easily sleep off.

He let out an exhale and turned his bedside table back on. He made sure not to wake up Natsu, as he didn't feel like dealing with his teasing. He carefully brought the lamp over to a desk that was in their room and quietly sat down. He rummaged through the drawers and to his luck he found just what he was looking for, a pencil and paper.

For awhile, he just stared at the blank paper. He even said "forget it" and tried to go back to bed, but he soon knew that wouldn't happen. So at the table he sat, head in his hands, thinking of how to put words from the pencil onto the paper.

Finally, he thought of something.

"Dear Juvia," He wrote at the top. Then, he hit another block. He was out of ideas once again.

"Ok, Gray, just chill out." He thought to himself. "Just write what's in your head." But that was just that--he didn't know how to translate his feelings into words.

To put it in the simplest words possible, he missed Juvia.

He didn't realize how much he did until he saw her doppelgänger and contemplated love, but he most certainly did. He wondered what she was doing, he thought about what he would be doing with her if they were together, he imagined their reunion when he got back to Fairy Tail, and actually thought fondly about how he would be showered with her love.

He couldn't seem to get her off his mind.

"Gah, this is so embarrassing." Gray thought and scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning pink.

Again, another deep breath, and he brought the pencil back to the paper.

"Dear Juvia,

The mission is going well. I know you're probably worried sick, and you wish you could be fighting with me right now, but don't worry, I'm fine. The first dragon god on our quest was a water dragon god. Of course, I naturally thought of you." He paused. He went back and erased "thought of you" and wrote "thought of your magic." After a few moments of back and forth, he ultimately decided on "thought of you."

"He was crazy powerful. It made me wonder how your magic would've matched up against him. You're almost as scary as he is, so I'm sure you would've given him a run for his money." Gray smirked at his joke, and he began to think of all the times Juvia's magic had gotten scary strong when she was in a serious fight.

"But no worries, we beat him even though your water magic would've made it a hell of a lot easier. And actually, he's a really nice guy. His magic was thrown all out of whack by this wizard that can steal people's magic. We'll definitely have to take care of them eventually, but for now, we moved onto the wood dragon god in Draseel.

Before we got on the train today we ran into a guild of celebrities that look just like us. The whole thing was super bizarre. Your doppelgänger's name was Juvina, and she was a topless dancer. Hopefully that doesn't give you any ideas for a hobby, because I'll tell you right now, it ain't happening." Gray paused and smirked once again.

"But what really got me thinking was" Gray paused. He wasn't sure how to word all of this without exploding with embarrassment, but he tried his best.

"when we met this girl Ervis; she's an actress. Her next role focuses on love, so we kind of got to talking about that. I can't lie, you're the first person that popped in my head. From there, I couldn't get you off my mind, so I figured I'd write you a letter. It's not like it'll go unwanted. I'm sure you're gonna' eat all this up.

Basically, I just wanted to say" He paused. His hand began to shake a bit, and he took a deep breath.

"I miss you, and I'm excited to see you when we get back to Fairy Tail. Make sure you have your best hug and cheery 'Gray-sama' ready for me when I get back. Honestly, I'm going through withdrawal." Gray finally let go of his breath after he wrote that. Almost everything in him was telling him to go back and erase that bit, but after reading it over for the 30th time, he knew it felt right. It was pretty much exactly what he was thinking, and he knew he had to work on his way of expressing his feelings lately, and this seemed like a good step.

"So I hope all is well at Fairy Tail. I'm sure you're taking lots of missions with Gajeel, and I'm sure you're both kicking ass. I'd expect nothing less. Oh and make some of those Juvi-buns for me. They're pretty damn good.

Sincerely, Gray."

He looked the letter over and over and over. He went back to make little changes, but ended up changing them back. After he finally wore his eraser down to nothing, he decided it was good.

"Ooo is this a love letter?" Gray jumped at the sound of Happy hovering over his shoulder.

"Hey! I thought you were sleepin'!" Gray snatched the letter from the desk and held it close to him.

"I was sleeping. Now I'm awake. Just needed a little catnap." He said.

"Ok, well let's not wake up Natsu." Gray whispered.

"Why don't we wanna' wake up Natsu?" Gray jumped again, hearing Natsu talking over his other shoulder.

"Shit! Since when are you two ninjas?!" Gray held onto the letter tighter, catching his breath from two scares.

"Since when are you a writer?" Happy grilled, notioning towards the paper in his hand.

"I-I'm not!" Gray stood up. "I'm goin' to bed!"

"Is it a looove letter?" Happy teased.

"N-no! Don't be stupid!" Gray was focused on defending himself to Happy and he lost his grip on the paper. Natsu took the opportunity and snatched the letter out of his hand.

"Dear Juvia," Natsu began to read.

"Hey! Give that back!" Gray reached for it, and Natsu pulled away.

"So it is a love letter!" Happy giggled. "What else does it say, Natsu?"

Natsu began skimming the words to which Gray began chasing him around the room.

"Does this say what I think it says?" Natsu's voice boomed. "'I miss you'?!"

"Just give it back, ya' creep!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Natsu paused, and in his free hand he lit a flame, hovering the paper over it. Gray froze.

"One more move, and it goes up in flames." Natsu raised a brow. Gray said nothing. He stood promptly, but on edge.

Natsu continued skimming over the letter. "Juvi-buns?!" He bursted "I thought you thought they were weird?!" He cackled.

Gray folded his arms and looked to the side. "Yeah. They were tasty, alright?" He murmured.

Happy and Natsu exchanged looks and began rolling with laughter.

"What else Natsu?!" Happy said through laughter.

Gray took the opening and grabbed the letter out of Natsu's hand. "I think that's enough story time for tonight."

"We're just teasing, Gray!" Natsu said, still laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, well I'm goin' to bed." Gray practically stomped his way to bed and threw the letter into a random drawer before flopping onto the mattress.

"Hey man," The laughing finally stopped. Gray turned over and saw Natsu and Happy finally collected themselves. "In all seriousness, it's pretty cool that you wrote that."

"Aye!" Happy chimed in.

"Juvia deserves to hear that kinda' stuff. You better mail it out before we leave tomorrow." Natsu smiled at Gray and got back into bed.

"...Thanks." Gray reluctantly said and turned back over.

Once he heard Natsu and Happy snoring again, Gray sat up a bit. He carefully pulled the paper and pencil back out from the drawer. He decided there was one more change he needed to make.

He erased the "Sincerely, Gray." and replaced it with "Love, Gray."

He decided the letter was perfect, and finally rolled over to get a good night's sleep.

#gruvia #doyouevenshipbr0 #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #gruvia fanfic #fanfiction #gruvia fanfiction #fanfic #gruvia drabble #fairy tail #juvia #juvia lockser

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ificanthaveu · 4 years

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ROMANCE REVIEW

ok so here’s me hyping up Camila for longer than anyone asked for but this album...is just so good and when she said visual I’m like yeah ok but... I SAW so many things and so many lyrics/songs reminded me of things that have happened to me and I’m like, you know what? time to overshare

TRACK 1 SHAMELESS: ok so obviously I’ve listened to this before like a million times, but when I first heard it, I was very much like... I don’t like it. and then I listened to it again and I’m like haha nevermind I was wrong (i do this all the time don’t @ me I know I suck) the way she says “shameless” with that rasp? screaming her lungs out? yeah, bitch, I feel that. I hear that. and just the whole vibe of YEAH I feel this way and WHAT ABOUT IT.

favorite lyrics: “Now that you have me, do you want me still?” “I’m tired of loving somebody that’s not mine”

TRACK 2 LIVING PROOF: Every performance of this...makes me love it more and more. The choir singing hallelujah...gave me the VISUALS bc ya girl grew up Catholic, and I couldn’t help but imagine that Easter day where everyone is praising and saying hallelujah and it’s just such a pure JOY. and with the God references and “being sent to save me” just getting major church vibes. AND her high notes in the chorus...we stan a queen with TALENT. I love how she references hands a few times because I just love when you can communicate something just through touch. I think that is truly the deepest form of knowing someone.

favorite lyrics: “Tell me something, but say it with your hands, slow” “Show your demons, and I might show you mine, one at a time”

TRACK 3 SHOULD’VE SAID IT: ok now I’m just going to sit here with my jaw dropped open because SIS said what we’ve been saying for SO LONG. The theme of “change” is so strong in this, and I just love how she portrays it. And her talking about the songs not sounding the same...she’s literally like yeah I get you wrote songs about me, but have you heard of imessage? a phone? But this is the kind of song that I want to scream at the top of my lungs and dance to in my living room, but, alas, I cannot relate. I can’t get one person to love me, how tf would I get 2? And the way she says “so sorry” like she...is not sorry. and I LOVE IT and it just really drives the point across, like, I’ve moved on, you didn’t say anything.

favorite lyrics: “baby, he fell from grace, landed right in your place” “I wish you could turn back time, and hold me closer, instead of your pride” (OUCH BABY YES SING IT)

TRACK 4 MY OH MY: catch me shakin my ass to this till I die. I just love the FEEL of this. and her YELLING “I swear on my life that I’ve been a good girl” and the “Tonight I don’t wanna be her” like yes bitch let her be BAD for a night baby you GO GIRL. Listen, I will never get sick of the falling for a bad boy narrative. Sign me the fuck up, every damn time. Like, yeah? I’ve been good, time to be bad bitch. and her LAUGHS during the rap. I love her wow. The chorus is just so CATCHY. It’s just sooo bad boy narrative, my parents don’t like him, not being a good girl for the night, and again, always a hoe for that. ALWAYS.

favorite lyrics: “I said, if he kissed me, I might let it happen” “She know I’m a call away, she can drop a pin and I’d come meet her”

TRACK 5 SENORITA: I’ve talked about this 5 million times, but I’m a proud mom so here we go again! The fact that they collabed again, was enough to fuel me for years, bc my prime was during IKWYDLS. What a good era. This song makes me feel DAMN SEXY. I want every song to make me feel this way. every time they say “oh la la” just send me to my grave. and shawn’s “call” during the chorus...speechless still. I love a good friends to lovers (in song and IRL we love that for them). I just love the aspect of yeah it’s hard to leave you but every time we touch just reminds me that this is all worth it. AGAIN with the TOUCH being just the most intimate way of knowing someone.

favorite lyrics: “her body fit right in my hands” “you say we’re just friends, but friends don’t know the taste” “cause you know it’s been a long time coming, don’t you let me fall”

TRACK 6 LIAR: this bb was my fave when it came out with shameless. I LOVE the whole theme of I said one thing but now you’re changing my mind and making me seem like a liar. I also love the trumpets. I love a good trumpet in a song if it’s used well. AND with the whole, yeah I’m a liar, and what about it? I like clapping along to the bridge in the car. and then fuckin dancing to the chorus. peep me screaming this in my car all the gah damn time. also, the lying to yourself? the worst kind. and this song just being the RECOGNIZATION of yeah... I am lying to myself. you KNOW? like that “oh fuck” feeling, like you’ve been denying it and denying it and denying it and finally you’re just like...oh shit. and then you just fuckin GO FOR IT because you realize it now and now we’re making up for lost time. and then the final “cause my clothes are on the floor” jaw DROP first time hearing that like yes baby. and I usually skip instrumentals at the end of songs bc I usually think they’re stupid and pointless ope but THIS is the only one I don’t skip because it’s too damn catchy

favorite lyrics: “I don't care, it's been too long, It's kinda like we didn't happen” “but what if you kiss me, and what if I like it?”

TRACK 7 BAD KIND OF BUTTERFLIES: my heart hurts, honestly. like in that first chorus where she’s like you’re going to hate me after you find this out. just BREAKS me. it’s just very stuck between a rock and a hard place. she wasn’t going to win this fight. it was going to hurt no matter what she decided. she was going to hurt someone she cared about no matter what she chose. the way she says “tonight” with that note run yes baby yes. and like living proof, I love the high note chorus. and the way she says “the bad kind of butterflies like when you have something to hide” like I FELT that shit. those kinds of butterflies are the freaking WORST when you just know you have to tell someone about something because it’s just eating you alive. her voice just perfectly portrays the feeling this song encapsulates.

favorite lyrics: “don’t look at me while I’m breaking” “I understand if you hate me” “I know I said we were friends and when I said that, I meant it, somewhere between now and then it became more than just a friendship”

TRACK 8 EASY: out of her songs that came out before the album was released, this was my favorite. just...i get so speechless and I have no words, it’s just so beautiful. like having someone who loves you, who sees your flaws, and doesn’t freaking care. like that first verse is like “yeah we both know I got flaws but you love me anyway.” and the whole thing of really, really knowing someone and really, really loving them is just so damn heartwarming. and feeling hard to love? yeah, Camila, I GET THAT. someone find me a man who feels this way about me. and just having someone...who loves you...until you can love yourself... I want one. and again with the TOUCHING, I see a theme here baby and I’ll talk more on that later. that bridge just freaking hits me and when she sang this on SNL I could just SEE how much this song meant to her and she looked so content singing it.

favorite lyrics: “You tell me that you'd rather fight than spend a single peaceful night with somebody else” “tell me with your hands that you’re never leaving” “All I know is you saved me and you know it”

TRACK 9 FEEL IT TWICE: this...hurt me. because this is my worst fear. like having someone fall for you, and you don’t feel it, and then suddenly to be in love with them and for them to be like I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way anymore. and I just love that this one is a lot less of “you fucked up” like should’ve said it and more like “I hate that things had to happen this way and I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t do anything else.” it’s heart-wrenching. and just WISHING that this wasn’t the case, but it’s just how it is. because that’s how love works. you can’t force it if it isn’t there anymore or was never there at all. and keeping the distance because there’s nothing else you can do and it’s the only option because there’s just this tension no matter what you do. because it’s there no matter what. and the PARALLEL of “how can I be your friend when I know the way you taste” and “but friends don’t know the way you taste” in senorita makes me think that she was writing this song while she was writing senorita and that’s why she added it in later. but pertaining to my life... I don’t relate because I feel everything like 8 million times and I catch feelings for anyone who looks at me and I go back and forth on crushes all the time (there are like 5 coming to my head rn wow I am the worst).

favorite lyrics: “Oh, I'm scared if I look in your eyes, I might see your soul, I know love is the loneliest place when you fall alone” “Sitting by the phone, holding onto hope” “I can feel you still staring at me when I look away” “I don't know what's worse, getting broken or making it break” (it’s hard to pick favorites for this one WHOOPS)

TRACK 10 DREAM OF YOU: I like the music in this one a LOT. I feel this shit in my SOUL. and “he’s a right answer” reminded me of the most recent episode of The Good Place (iykyk). also, I don’t know WHY but I love the line with “a confessed sinner” bc, again, ya girl grew up Catholic. he got that post confession GLOW. that “I just got everything off my chest, and I feel GREAT.” and this one, with all she’s doing all day, is dreaming of him, yeah I am a hardcore daydreamer. so that’s me hello. and the transition of “I dream of you” to “I dream with you”...take my heart and throw it at a wall. the DESPERATION in “please say you dream of me too” like PLEASE tell me this is mutual because you literally take up all my time so please tell me you feel the same way.

favorite lyrics: “And you squeeze my hands two times, three times” “I was not living, I was just writing about it” (this is me a lot and I feel attacked)

TRACK 11 CRY FOR ME: this high key reminds me of “Dead” by Madison Beer. but anyways. it’s so SASSY and I LOVE IT. I just love the feeling of someone moving on first, and then the other person moving on, and then the first person being like oh shit what you moved on what. like just wanting someone to HURT because what the FUCK? like why do you gotta do this bro? and just the yeah I know I shouldn't feel this way but fuck it. and I love that just lie to me. like you know what, tell me you miss me, so I can feel good about this. and the screaming in “HOW CAN YOU BE OK” like BITCH I’m HURTING so CRY PLEASE

favorite lyrics: “You said that, in this lifetime, you could never get over me? Are you over me?” “see her lips erasing me”

TRACK 12 THIS LOVE: this is one of my favorites. I love how it’s soft? but also, not soft at all. like FUCK this love. the building walls just to watch them fall? like yes, sis I just wrote a poem about this a few months ago bc it is me. like that person, you built walls up before and they just keep knocking them down. and then you regret it, every time and build them up again (s/o to my shit middle school friend yike) and just the feeling of getting pulled in this cycle over and over again. you can just HEAR the desperation in her voice in parts of this and I love when you can hear that. I also like the use of “maybe” like this love is fucking hell but maybe don’t let me go just yet but on the other hand, maybe you should. AND ending with the “here I go again” just yeah stab me in the heart.

favorite lyrics: “Waiting for you just in case one day it doesn’t hurt” “get out of my veins” “If you need your space, then just walk away”

TRACK 13 USED TO THIS: pull out your tissues ladies. I was most excited about this one, and she PULLED THROUGH and lived up to my expectations. I’m always a sucker for the whole vibe of “I hated this place but now I have this special memory there and now I love it.” the transformation from hate to love in so many ways. to find a person who does that, it just doesn’t happen a lot. now time to unnecessarily connect it to my life but not really because ladies and gents, I fell for my best friend. he was the most amazing guy ever. and he was my best friend and suddenly it was like...oh fuck. and the line about whispering his name differently and can’t you hear it? just reminded me of him right away. because of that FEELING of seeing them and knowing you have these feelings and being like...can you hear the change in my voice? (he didn’t btw. that was sad. this song will be “what could've been” for me. lol. bye). and the “feeling” with that touching again HELLO. and the drink clinks in the background love that. friends to lovers? yeah, sign me the fuck up. and I love the use of “definitely” like that hesitation of yeah it’s going to take me a sec but I’m DEFINITELY getting used to this.

favorite lyrics: “No, I never liked San Francisco, never thought it was nothing special till you kissed me there” “It's the strangest feeling, midnight, I'm not leaving, no, for once, I think I'll stay" “I say your name, just listen, doesn't it sound different? Never whispered it this way” “And the calluses on your fingers, I admire them from a distance, now they're on my cheek” “oh, I've known you forever, now I know you better” “let’s get carried away” (i should’ve just copied and pasted the whole song I’m in love)

TRACK 14 FIRST MAN: ok. I know I said grab your tissues. but here’s where you really need them. when I say I sobbed, I freaking MEAN IT. like I was getting ready for school this morning at 6 am while listening to the album and it was only me and my dad awake and this just hit me so hard. I’m super close with my dad, so I really really feel this. Once the song was done, I went and found him and I was still crying and he’s like WHATS WRONG and I gave him a hug and I tried to explain what it was about and he’s like yeah no won’t listen to it. going to cry. then I texted him later and he listened and you bet my father cried as hard as I did. he literally said he was in the bathroom trying to compose himself (spoiler, my scary dad is soft af but don’t tell anyone and expose him. literally the other night i said i probably cry every day and he said yeah me too). it’s so soft, and just, yes this is happening, but that doesn’t mean I’m cutting you out of my life. like this man is everything you ever wanted for me, and I know this is damn hard, but it’s going to be worth it. and the transition of spending all the time with family to spending time with this man you want a future with. and like y’all know that breaks a parent’s heart but at the same time, it’s all they want for you. and the progression of just being with that guy and then to the wedding day. and the part where he says she’ll always be his little girl. ugh, this whole song is my dad and I love it and hate it because the amount of tears I’ve cried today is unhealthy. and in general, I just love how soft this is and you can just hear the love in her voice. I’m crying again hi. s/o to the good dads out there, and if you don’t have one, you can share mine. I genuinely cannot listen to this song without crying, yet I’ve listened to it like 6 times today. this song means so much to me and I honestly want it to be my father-daughter dance at my wedding,

favorite lyrics: “And I found someone I really like, maybe for the first time” “You held me so tight, now someone else can, but you were the first man that really loved me” “Now you're driving to the airport, not just me you pick up anymore” “You're looking at me while walking down the aisle, with tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me, You don't even know how much it means to me now”

FINAL THOUGHTS 1) I AM SO HAPPY WITH THE WHOLE ALBUM. I love all of these songs so much, and they’re all so VISUAL just like she said they were going to be. I love when you can see a song. That is just so damn powerful.

2) THE THEME OF TOUCHING. guys, I am O B S E S S E D with this. like I said before, I think it is such a RARE form of intimacy and love for someone when you can communicate something with a touch. Like that hand on the shoulder or on your back or knee or whatever. but just KNOWING what they’re saying. I love how she addressed it multiple times and you see it weaved into so many songs of that touch communication.

3) I saw this on twitter, and I think it was part of an official review or something. But the journey of “hey I’m falling in love and here are the trials and tribulations of it” and then ending with “I can feel this way because you taught me” is just...so amazing and powerful.

COME TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS, THOUGHTS, THEORIES LETS CHAT ABOUT IT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS

#camila cabello #camila cabello romance #romance #dani listens to romance #cc #me #mine #shawn mendes #shawmila #romance review #romance album review

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So, let’s talk about The Folly of Jephthah...

Spoiler-y review ahead, friends! Under a cut accordingly. (Spoiler, but not one you need to be saved from: bloody LOVED IT. <3)

Okay, so unpopular opinion: last year’s Flambeau ep did nothing for me. As much as I love Felicia and am always happy to see her return (although this is the first thing I’ve seen from this year’s series, I’m sure she’s a joy this time round too), I felt balancing the episode between her and Flambeau just didn’t work, which is a shame because the actual episode plot was great. He got half the screentime, very little of his normally electric chemistry with FB, and it felt like an absolute waste of the brilliance that is John Light. So beyond anything else, I was desperately hoping that series eight would bring back all of the above; that he’d grow, both as a character and in his acquaintance with the good Father, which is what I want from a Flambeau episode, and that we’d get to see Felicia shine in her own right in a different tale. Now, probably worth mentioning that I ship Flambeau and the Father to the moon and back (#geniushusbands), but that really wasn’t why the episode didn’t work. It didn’t work because neither of them got the time they deserved, and instead became one another’s plot, which is doing a severe disservice to both - they’re strong characters who can more than carry an episode alone. You’ll find no slander from me, Felicia/Flambeau pals - you’re all super valid. Personal preference alone. :)

... But I think perhaps the BBC felt the same way, at least about the time balance, because what we got was an incredible return to form for my favourite Frenchman that isn’t Jean-Luc Picard. We managed to firmly reestablish the wonderful friendship/fairly profound gay overtones of him and FB, at the same time as watching him actually become something of a dad. Allow me to elaborate on why this was so damn amazing...

a) Instant exposition. We’re immediately in on Flambeau, all the reasons why we love him condensed in two or three minutes - flirting, charm, manipulation, theft. Let’s go. THIS is what we were missing last year already.

b) THE CHEMISTRY. IT’S RETURNED. I LOVE IT. I’m obviously a touch biased here, but I’ve never met a Father Brown fan who doesn’t love the dynamic between these two, whether it’s seen platonically, in a familial sense, or romantically. We only get to see this glory once a year, and it came back in all its fully-fledged chaos. Mark and John are absolutely fantastic together, truly. <3 We start with this lovely confessional scene (the GROWTH from The Blue Cross conversation in the same place is just moving, honestly - we need a proper side-by-side comparative, really. I can’t do graphics, please help lol), and we just have this delicious banter; neither is particularly harsh, again showing the growth of friendship over time, but it’s to the point and snappy. Kit Lambert understands that we need to go places but also be instantly grabbed, and it’s managed so well.

c) The fakeout! The fact it was his daughter, and then it wasn’t, but no, hang on, IT BLOODY IS. That’s just a microcosm of how Marianne’s learned from Flambeau that we see more in-depth throughout, and it’s so clever.

d) Flambeau trusts FB. With his daughter’s entire life choices. “There is no man I trust more” indeed... I cherish that this is a spiritual sequel to series four’s episode - Marianne was a whole waste of a single episode character, and she’s absolutely brilliant here too. You see everything she was then, all the potential, all the heart beneath the lack of morality... eurgh. I love her. Gill does an epic job here of balancing these different aspects and still making her so convincing as Flambeau’s daughter.

e) Dad vibes. Seriously, so many dad vibes, from both of them. This is literally what happens when you plot something with one of your parents as a kid, and the other disapproves, and there’s a mini battle in your house but you know it’s all fine because they each love you and you love them. It’s so stupidly sweet that they have this dynamic, that’s been built on from The Cat of Mastigus’s family vibe. Where’s the crime family AU where they bring her up? I’ll write it one day, probably...

f) The general family vibe of the whole thing. My god. Just... Bunty fully believing he won’t hurt anyone? That little Mrs M kiss? Brown just permanently knowing that he won’t go too far, that he’ll have that innate knowledge of where to stop; that he’d never just abandon her to her fate? Brown absolutely trusting Mrs M to be the bag carrier, again knowing that she won’t be hurt? That Flambeau looks so damn offended when Marianne’s eating scones with them? Kill me. Just murder me. It’s precious, without ever being too saccharine. It feels so damn in character for everyone and I adore it - it shows how far they’ve all come, and we didn’t get a damn shred of that last year. It was still very much Flambeau and Brown against the gang, and we see that develop amazingly this time around from past series. <3

g) ... FB is just having far too much fun with all of this, bless him. It’s like “Make us a plan, dear priest”, and suddenly you’ve got chess pieces and elaborate riddles and the man who doesn’t judge as the awkward judge, and it’s fantastic. I really enjoy these moments when you see how bored FB is of his quaint life, that he needs these nuances and intellectual challenges because as much as he loves his vocation, his family and his congregation, they aren’t quite enough to keep him fully happy. I love the role they gave him in this, more as an overseer; the formula of him and Flambeau racing off and being naughty is great and I’ll never tire of it, but this was a different take and it worked so damn well.

h) The dynamic between Marianne and Flambeau is exceptional. It builds so well from what we saw of them before, what we often see of Flambeau; that we’ve always had this guy who is supremely immoral but actually cares far too much, is very afraid of being damaged even more, and so hides behind this intellectual shield until he can’t anymore. We’ve got that constant oneupsman/womanship that we’re so used to with this delightful new spin, with a truly worthy adversary, and we learn so much more of the fact that Marianne really is a chip off the old block - a villain with far too much heart, whilst also being fully her own character. The interplay between them and FB is even better here than it was in series four and it’s a damn delight to watch. The different ways they approached their acquisition of the pieces, too, was just engaging, and again spelled out both the similarities and the differences between them as characters.

i) That whole heel turn/constant twist thing that Flambeau brings is always amazing, but it’s just awesome here. Handcuffs into book stealing into Flambeau putting himself deliberately in danger, on the back foot, to save her, to her saving him... it’s just great. The best thing about Flambeau eps is that we never quite know where we’re going - he’ll win, but we never know how, or to what degree. I think we all know he was never going to shoot that poor guy, but hell, it still had me endlessly intrigued about how it was all going to go down, whether we’re be in fake death central again, whether he’d be properly injured in the process... gah. Just gah. The family reunion thing felt so very earned by the end, because not only had they been through the emotional wringer, but they’d gained one another’s respect... and in the kitchen, of all places. The family, watching the family reunite. Perfection. And it isn’t all sunshine and roses, which I appreciated immensely - you can’t fix abandonment so quickly, and it never felt like a full redemption, just a wonderful beginning. And he won, because of course he did. Beautiful, truly. <3

j) Chess. I don’t care how you wish to take that, that’s just... that’s peak gay, friends. Charged conversations over a chess board, full intellectual prowess on display, smiles all around, and Father Brown finally winning a confrontation between them? Look, I’m just saying, Father - asexuality is super valid. Just marry the man, good lord... but however you all viewed it, the point is, the single best part of Flambeau episodes is always the electricity between these two, and this whole chess thing just brings it front and centre. This is why I felt bereft last season, because we just didn’t get any of this absolute magic, and that was the true crime of the episode. My personal thanks to Kit Lambert for bringing this wonder back. <3

Tl;dr: Flambeau’s back, folks, and he’s better than ever. Found family, actual family, duplicity, scheming, and a very, very bored priest to tie it all magnificently together. God, I hope the rest of the series is this good... <3

#father brown #father brown spoilers #flambeau #marianne

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girlbookwrm · 5 years

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AVENGERS: CIVIL WAR

THE MIGHTY PRE ENDGAME REWATCH

it took us two entire days to watch this, back in whenever we were watching this. I’ve got a Bundle of Papers here in front of me, and the CW Bundle is by far the thickest, and that’s with minimal salt content.

Speaking of Salt: The Roommate and I had to approach this as an Avengers movie. Because otherwise the salt levels in this would be toxic, possibly fatal. Even so, ppl with high cholesterol be warned

LET’S DO THIS

1991!

Winter Soldier:

what is this

what is this please

dat beef tho

what is this op sec

honestly

NO mask

SHINY FUCKOFF ARM just HANGING OUT

CCTV???

~ooooooo he’s a ghooooooooooooost~

he’s got an extremely dedicated and very harried cleanup crew is what he’s got

OH! OLD LOGO ILU!!!

LAGOS!!

The Roommate: That’s a lot of sugar

i ain’t judging

what, you think her powers run on optimism?

is there an accent? is there not? Shroedinger’s accent.

droney the drone

sam’s lil sky roomba

i love him

guhhhh this scene every line shows character and growth and i just *clenches fist*

did

did falcon just throw steve

just yeeted him at the enemy?

god i love that

also: has steve bulked up since TWS?

that’s also on Sam, yeah?

CUT THE CHEEEEECCCCK

is this fucking NEUROTOXIN? STEVE WHERE’S UR MASK?

Steve, throwing himself into a room full of an unknown poison gas without a mask: I bet i can survive this

Bucky, in Bucharest: *breaks whatever he’s holding without knowing why*

god i love sam

“I don’t work like that no more” Means ?????????????

PARKOUR NAT

is also BRUNCH MOM NAT

“both grunting” is always one of my favorite subtitles

2 white boys fighting in the middle of the street like it’s a video game

god someone took the murder strut to heart wow that is some. that is some something that’s for sure.

give me even one (1) heterosexual explanation for "your pal your buddy your bucky"

there’s no way that bucky ever said this, right? this is just Rumlow fucking with steve, and the screenwriters fucking with us

because IN CASE YOU WERE NOT IN THIS FANDOM IN 2016, WE ALL THOUGHT CAP WOULD DIE IN THIS MOVIE

WE WERE SO SURE

wow i wonder if that will be relevant to anyone’s emotions here in the year of our lordt 2019

anyway, what bucky actually said was:

“please tell rogers... that he’s a big dumb dildo and he should wear a gas mask and also a parachute.”

listen i love this opening scene but also wanda is not at all responsible for this explosion and the fact that they act like she is undermines my ability to suspend my disbelief.

DIGITAL ENYOUTHENMENT ALERT

also, tony the fact that you are using your literal dead mom as an actual therapist is

wow

BARF feels right to me

too real, tony

it’s too real

how ARE you getting around the strings and taxes tho

Also can i say that i actually love that Pepper’s absence is this profoundly important to the story. The hole where pepper should be is a huge part of this story and i like that. i like that a lot.

WOW THAT EXTRA IS LIKE A MASHUP OF NAT AND WANDA. SHE IS THE GENERIC MARVEL WHITE LADY

more a+ visual storytelling with the elevator

I’m just so mad that they blame wanda and play that straight?

all they had to do was outright acknowledge one (1) time that the media is picking on her because she’s a woman/a foreigner

imagine that speech coming from nat instead of steve

though i do love Steve’s pep talk

again. give me one (1) heterosexual explanation

though why not have Steve say “they’re just bullies, you did the right thing” and hearken back to smolsteeb

The Roommate: Remember how i was mad at his Oscars Velvet Blazer? I am also mad at this sweater.... it looks... so soft... i don’t know if i want it on him or off him... just wanna tuch....... and wear..........?”

Vision’s Ascot is. Something else man.

The Roommate: Why is ross secretary of state?

Me: Why is Trump President

Me: I bet Ross is vegan

the roommate, who has vegan-related trauma: UUUUGGGHHHHHHHH

Nat's reaction to vigilantes: Bitch please. she is Unbothered.

you don’t have to show us footage we’ve got the ptsd nightmares

400 pages in 3 days

[tired american sighing]

we honestly can’t even criticize this plot point anymore just

[my longest and most american sigh]

CLEVELAND!!!

hail hydra continues to be the Most Terrible last words

but WHY does ross have the congressional medal of honor

do you know how HARD it is to get one of those????

yeesh

sassy black friends sassing at each other

is definitely a

thing that is happening rn

Vision: Well Actually

no one cares, vis

ok like

a kid is dead but

3.6 is an okay GPA

maybe all my friends are overachievers

maybe it’s just because most of them are women but like

it’s an okay GPA

i’d have 8000% more respect for Tony if he was more upfront like “look this is on me” especially here

are we supposed to be picking all this up as subtext, actually?

because i know that this movie ALSO had a Troubled Youth ala ant man

and i really do appreciate the Russos for relying on a smart audience but there’s a lot going on

and it’s very obvious to me that they had to shift gears 18,000 times in the script writing phase

so like, you’ve got old man vet steve

but it’s painfully obvious that he missed vietnam right?

it’s painfully obvious

and he’s v egotistical and self righteous too

it IS a battle of the egos

and no one is right

except natasha

Steve: i have to go

me: mood

LONDON!!!!

oh god

oh god no

steve god no steve oh god

gfhskfdjjjksjdjjhrrrrhrhhrhfhh [wailing and rending of garments]

Re Peggy’s age:

SURPRISE IT’S ACTUALLY PLAUSIBLE

so the True Hallmark of a Cap Movie is Peggy telling steve what to do.

so weird to have that in an avengers movie

i do love this. GOOD BRO NAT CONTENT

Um. is vision a minor? is wanda?

again, nat is the only Correct one here

stay together guys

it might be

reeeeeeaaaaally important in

*checks watch*

two years’ time.

~hug~

VIENNA!!!!!

CHAD WICK! CHAD! WICK! CHAD! WICK!

god i love the xhosa in this

There is a level of worldbuilding in this that we p much only get from the russos/markus&mcfeely. i mean -- internal consistency worldbuilding? if that makes sense? we get a lot of visual worldbuilding in black panther, but this is distinctly different and hard to articulate and it has to do with the way they approach things and how they assume audience intelligence

it just works for me

oh no chadwick boseman don’t be cry

Sharon deserves better

than being cockblocked by her own aunt

and also sam wilson (who also deserves better)

cryptid!bucky

Nat did you get that suit from jenny agutter?

LA Brunch Mom Nat

mah girl

she’s just so tired

steve (bless him) is just so exhausting

couples date sam and steve dressed to match

“at the gym”??? really? the arm is... a bit of a giveaway

i do feel bad for zemo in this one specific case

russian IS hard

how. did he get that in there?

Soft Plumboy Bucky

BEEF

Captain’s Log: Buck’s place is a shithole

Sergeant’s Log: Steve’s face is pretty

surprise bitch

“That’s Smart, Good Strategy” is an excellent phrase to use in everyday conversation in order to weed out who Knows and who Doesn’t.

What i have learned from civil war:

Captain America is a projectile weapon

further query:

did bucky ever hurl small steve at assailants?

Bucky: *punts steve down an alley*

Steve, 90 lbs of rage at 90 mph: GET WRECKED

Bucky’s got big tommy wiseau cryptid energy here

And now there’s a cat

bucky:

I love this vampire running and also bucky’s thighs

Steve Rogers: Excuse me sir I need to commandeer this vehicle. YEET.

Bucky Barnes: Excuse me sir I need to commandeer this vehicle. YOINK.

Bucky and Steve: Wrecking your morning commute since 2014

WAR MACHINE!!!

god vis has the biggest dorkiest crush

so vis are you a child prodigy? or? what?

The Roommate, a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure: vis have you eaten anything between CW and IW?

Me, sinnamon roll, not to be trusted: *dying* *thinking about how Vision’s got schroedinger’s dick. does it exist? does it not exist? who knows.*

Me: Y. Yes. I th. think he has. eaten something. between now and. and IW. something.

The Roommate: *betrayed look*

Me: DEEP FRIED KEBAB MAYBE? I DON’T KNOW.

The Roommate: *is so disappointed*

BERLIN!!!!!!

Bucky is. So tired. Let him rest.

fucking up the morning commute again i see

u like cats??

I love the ratio of overkill:ineffectiveness with this glass box they put him in.

why did tony bring these fancy pens

the time spent explaining them could’ve been spent doing literally anything else

*i still don’t understand the accords*

GOD STEVE WANTS TO BE AN UNCLE SO BAD

“my fault”

there it is

“truth is i don’t want to stop”

THERE it is

“i thought the accords could split the difference”

THERE IT IS

"no, i don’t.”

THERE IT IS

“IT’S INTERNMENT.”

THERE! IT! IS!

gah.

wanda’s accent et al -- MAKE IT EXPLICIT MARVEL YOU COWARDS

no but really what are the accords

here followed a 20-30 minute convo about the accords

basically the summing up was:

Nat is 100% Right Ross is 100% Wrong Everyone Else is In A Grey Area

look this is actually a really good avengers movie

but

this is a moment when the back catalogue works against them because this conversation is so -- it implies a lot of friendly interactions between these two. they seem to have a relationship

but i keep looking at all the other movies they’ve interacted in like

BITCH WHERE? WHERE IS THE TONYSTEVE FRIENDSHIP? WHERE???

i am anticipating this will cause me A Grief later

The Roommate, looking at Steve in his Grey Shirt and Jacket: Damn, sir. Stop wearing clothes.

“BIRD COSTUME???”

“j a m e s”

big holt talking to rosa vibes there

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

A VAST AND MIGHTY MOOD

Zemo’s plan is so ridiculous i genuinely don’t have time to get into it i still have two pages of notes to get through holy shit.

this fight scene. does things. for me.

hhhHNNNNHGH BEEFSTEAK

(oh tony left with no suit? growth dot gif)

THIGHS

T H I G H S ! ! ! !

CHADWICK!

Sam out here, serving looks, casually modeling

B I C E P S ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

TOO SEXY! *crashes helicopter*

I need twelve more scenes of steve and bucky faffing about in the water.

A more effective restraint than the custom made bucky bottle

(BRIEF 1991)

haaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAa biceps u stop that

Is Tony having a heart attack???

he has no concept of how to treat children because he never was one oh no i gave myself a sad feeling

QUEENS!!!!!!!

“I’m having a big fight in a parking lot with my superhero friends better go pick up a child as backup.” - tony stark

tony he doesn’t have a passport and if he understood what was happening he would not be on your side

Now That’s What I Call Vigilantism.

Why are you bringing a CHILD to a gun fight

Tony’s face, to me, suggests that he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing

also? it’s painfully obvious to me that these scenes were copypasted in late stage when they finally found out that yes they would have the rights to spiderman lol

for some reason they don’t feel the need to tell is that this is avengers compound in 400 point font

i’m so lost

where are we?

without the 400 point font i can only assume we are on mars

THAT’s a fine way to greet YOUR FATHER, WANDA

hawkeye is in fact the team lynchpin

is it

ugh

is it because they listen to him but he listens to natasha

ugh

i bet it is

UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH

Vision: I have been FALLING! for THIRTY MINUTES!

“i know someone who does”

i’m confused by the cut here, because it seems to imply that Sharon, deliberately or inadvertently, rats them out to natasha?

Birds and raccoons do not get along

steve

steve no

steve

ur timing is shit steve

Scott Lang might be the best thing in this movie

well except for Dat Bone Structure

CUT THE CHEEEEEECK

*costume change in a parking lot to the yakkety sax soundtrack*

Thinking about the coming battle i am forced to concede that Iron Man Has A Point?

“do you really want to punch your way out of this?”

Steve: I ALWAYS wanna punch my way out

god scott’s such a fukkin nerd

tiny quibble but Scott “got punched by hope van dyne” lang would never say that to the black heckin widow

“gimmick”

people in falcon houses shouldn’t throw spider stones, samuel

wanda

those cars belong to people

oh god iron man has a point

LET’S GO LESBIANS! COME ON LESBIANS LET’S GO

*catfight sounds*

“then why did you run?”

dude you attacked me in a catsuit

Tony’s true superpower is that he knows steve, that’s how spiderbabby gets the upper hand

althought god

Tony was pre-gaslighting peter

he was pilotlighting peter

*my longest UGH yet*

“Queens?” “Brooklyn”

MAXIMUM NEW YORK ACHIEVED

ant man is the MVP

hmmmmmm “we don’t trade lives” HMMMMMMMMM

why did that truck explode

also *omg iron man has a point*

tony tedward stark how did you not know how old this child was

also peter stop pretending you don’t know what Empire Strikes Back, AT-ATs and Hoth are.

why doesn’t Vis get more flack for this

hey. hey tony. you know what sam is? A MEDIC. maybe let him LOOK AT YER FRIEND THERE instead of SHOOTING HIM IN THE FACE.

zemo’s plan is noooooonseeeeennnnnnsssse

guh these two beautiful men emoting in different directions KILL ME

this doctor is just like “yup there’s a giant purple robot here seems legit”

natasha is the only one who’s 100% right

did... did the russos kill themselves in this movie? did they cast themselves as dead extras? was this a statement of some kind?

HOW did ross get the congressional medal of honor. H O W.

“you read it”

NO ONE READ IT, IT’S 400 PAGES

tony this is Some Nonsense

ffflslkds he’s taking one of Nat’s guns KILL ME

one (1) heterosexual explanation.

rode back in a freezer truck

got pneumonia

already had pneumonia

and you blew three whole dollars on some slut

(seriously. gimme one. i’m waiting.)

srsly tho, whether you ship it or not, these two are old marrieds

the red star looks weird on his beefcake arm. did they forget to scale it up?

KITTY

listen zemo is just really turned on by cam and he didn’t mean to say that and that’s the most relateable thing he’s done so far.

It’s not just that bucky killed his mom. it’s that bucky killed his mom AND STEVE KEPT IT FROM HIM.

life alert a senior citizen has fallen

T'Challa, observing this White Nonsense™: I truly should... check myself. Before! I wreck myself.

agism is what it is

god this bit

steve dropping the shield

look at him

he is Stick A Fork In Him D O N E

Rhodey really deserves better than this? He deserves development showing the evolution of his opinion between here and IW

i wish we could get more of him grappling with this

that said

gosh wouldn’t it fucking suck if Cap and Bucky got relegated to End Credit scenes in their own got damn movie to make room for Iron Man to emote at his buddy his pal his rhodey?

*looks directly into the camera like i’m on the office.*

Anyway.

Steve rogers: getting the last word in every argument since 1918.

“from the bottom of my heart: My Bad.”

#The Mighty Pre Endgame Rewatch #cacw

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