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luchicm04 · 2 days

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lost in the forest - part 33

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Summary: A glimpse of how the other characters see what is happening and what they think about it.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 3.1k

Sorry for the delay!! I've been real busy with school and my personal life. Also, I've been uploading a lot of stuff to my recent tumblr account if you want to check it out. Anyway, thanks for reading and please like/reblog :3

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst

The engagement has not made his routine change significantly; his work is ordinary between bureaucracy, processes and numbers that have long been entrusted to him, leaving aside the classified and shinobi matters. Hashirama is a person who has been able to give a start to that woman.

At first it was curiosity, then dept for the treatment they gave her when she was just an unexpected traveler from such a faraway place. Karen is not ordinary... not like the other kunoichis, much less like the civilian women he has dealt with.

She is noble without being too noble, organized, intelligent and attentive.

With her common terrors... with her way of overcoming things.

He has been watching her since she arrived... and he can’t help but feel that his heart is tightening with an emotion that he keeps deep inside his heart from the eyes of inexperienced people... from her. But not from Madara, who arches his eyebrow in amusement at him in his sullen way, observing him carefully after a meeting.

Karen had left with an attentive Tobirama, willing to continue with her own work and review the agreements that he had asked her to give them a new perspective. The Hyūga was trying to join with certain conditions, and both the Nara clan and its allies had also begun to seek the benefits of this alliance.

But that was the least of his worries. “Don’t say anything.”

“For the Sage’s sake... you are stupidly obvious,” Madara rolls his eyes crossing his arms, sitting there in his office with a sadistic look, having fun at the expense of his feelings.

He doesn’t blame him... but this just makes him huff.

“...” Hashirama does not give him any comments.

“Tell me, are you really not going to do anything?”

“No.”

“Tobirama sees your intentions.”

“They are not bad.”

“I know, but seriously... friend?” he mocks with a light laugh. “Even Izuna told me about the engagement. For a moment he thought that you...”

“I will not leave Mito.”

“I know, but...” he snorts slightly. “It wouldn’t be not rare for you to have... lovers.”

“My father never had children outside of his marriage with my mother.”

“Yes, but nobles usually do it.”

“As you said, nobles. We are shinobis... there is no point in overthinking things.”

“Mmm... you’re an idiot.”

“I’m not.”

“However, I won’t judge you if it benefits my clan. The alliance with the Uzumaki will give strength to our bases, with your marriage.”

“Mmmm...”

“That’s why you haven’t left her, right?”

“Madara... don’t go there.” He gets a little depressed seeing how his friend knows him so well. “Tobi... he promised to protect her.”

“Are you satisfied with that?”

“That’s enough for me.”

“If you say so,” Madara shrugs. “As long as she marries into our clans, that’s fine. Karen-san has shown to have a good head, even though she is a civilian... with interesting concepts.”

“I told you.”

“Izuna feels that she is too unrealistic, and the council is still upset about adding her in external consultancies.” He said the last part awkwardly given how new the word is in the vocabulary of the passionate clan. “But her points have denoted the capital leak.”

“Yes.” He is proud of those optimistic comments.

“I hate you for marrying her into your clan... I’d rather have her within mine.”

“Madara.”

“What? I’m not lying. Your move in front of the Daimyo to promise her to your brother was smart. If I had been faster... I assure you, Izuna wouldn’t let anything hurt her.”

“...” Hashirama frowns, not being able to Karen marrying into another clan other than his own.

“But that’s not the point,” the man with wild hair raises his hands with an amused laugh. “If something happens...”

“You already said that.”

“It’s just an idle comment,” the cheeky Uchiha accepts, proceeding to focus on reviewing some missions requested for them to work together.

Tobirama and Izuna will soon go on another mission. Hashirama is sure he could handle it for now, until someone else is able to cope with the hatred that still lingers.

Teamwork is difficult... but he believes in a future where they will be able to cooperate.

He smiles. Hashirama sees that this dream is so notorious... and if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have achieved it in the best way. His friend is now his ally, formerly his enemy... he laughs internally.

And even if he can’t marry her... having her working by his side is not so bad, even if it hurts his heart... even if he wanted more, he wouldn’t do anything... because he is faithful to his word and Mito deserves his respect.

She has waited so long for him.

He knows.

She loves him.

Although he... doesn’t know how to feel about it.

──

Tobirama accompanies her. Many of the clan whisper, but do not have the courage to point out anything even though the engagement was long awaited by so many. Him, not so much, taking care of everything since Karen is not usually very observant in details outside of regular work.

She is incredibly intelligent and organized, but when it comes to things like the engagement and surely the wedding, she is not so excited about carrying it out... and in some ways, it bothers him.

But he won’t say anything.

“You know you don’t have to come with me.” Karen brings him out of his thoughts with her light voice and a snort worthy of someone tired of his presence. That tone irritates him, but he only raises his eyebrow. “The garden is not that far away. And Kaori just needs some tomatoes and vegetables.”

“I have time.”

The civilian rolls her eyes. “By the way, Mito-san mentioned that the fabric is finally ready.”

“Mmmm...”

“She said Mrs. Kyoko will be excited by the quality and softness it possesses.”

“The yukata... is important.”

“I know,” the woman shrugs. “At least it will be comfortable.”

“You could have more of that fabric. I shall tell them to make everyday clothes for you.”

“There’s no need.”

“...” Tobirama doesn’t say anything. He will ask for extra clothes for the girl anyway... even though she is modest, it is normal for her to want more yukatas.

“Tobirama, I’m serious.”

“We have a lot of fabric.”

“Will you also get more for you?” she asks, looking at him from top to bottom. The shinobi is unfazed because his standard clothing is all black. He is only missing his usual armor, which he has begun to stop using within the compound and the alliance region.

Of course, he is still waiting to be attacked by some Uchiha, but the few he has seen outside their area only look at him with slight tones of revenge that they do not dare to carry out due to the value of the contract with their clan leader.

He still hasn’t gotten very used to this peace.

However, his brother has managed to make the change.

“I am fine like this,” he replies with a dry tone.

“Seriously... won’t you be wearing more comfortable clothes at home?” the woman questions his appearance with an incredulous tone. Tobirama remains thoughtful at the mention of ‘home’ but keeps it to himself.

“I do not need it.”

“Well... if you buy me more, you will also make matching ones for yourself,” the girl states easily. “If not, then... I won’t accept the new yukatas.”

“That is not something you can decide.”

“Come on... You have decided everything about the house, the wedding and engagement date... at least let me have a say in your clothes.” Her tone is irritated, but he sees that the woman stores much of the bitterness that she wants to let out.

Sometimes Tobirama wonders when he stopped wanting to dissect the girl and became so accustomed to her presence that he began to read her very well, and what her life must have been like before reaching this point.

Nevertheless, he won’t ask. It’s not his business, even when he sees her so sad...

It bothers him.

“Do what you want,” he bites bitterly.

“Yes!” she applauds amused, starting to plan to visit Kyoko together. He rolls his eyes. He is not interested in being part of her own agenda, but he allows himself to be dragged... at least to the garden, where many greet them.

He feels comfortable. People no longer treat her badly, not even as a foreigner, so he leaves her after a while of making sure that things will go well.

He doesn’t know how, but he always ends up getting involved in things that should interest him little.

Whatever... Tobirama decided to go back.

Being added to a mission with that stupid Izuna wasn’t strange. The strange thing was that he didn’t want to leave.

At least, he hopes to finish before his brother’s wedding.

He wants to be on time.

──

Kaori was the caretaker of the boys of the main line, from the time Butsuma was in charge until his eldest son rose imposingly as the undisputed leader of the clan. Such a strong man...

She is so proud of him... almost like his mother would have been.

Unfortunately, Rukia didn’t live long after the birth of her last child.

“Kaori-san?” someone calls, taking her out of her thoughts, which makes her blink to focus on that civilian that she has welcomed as her new charge at the request of her adorable leader and his brother.

“Oh, good morning,” she greets with a soft smile.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Karen-san,” the old woman assures with a motherly smile. “Have you already had your measurements taken?”

“Yes. Thank goodness Kyoko-san knows Tobirama’s,” she laughs amused by some strange memory that she surely had with the man. Who would have thought that she would be so attentive to send him to prepare matching yukatas.

Although she is not sure that Tobirama is comfortable with it, because she knows how stubborn he is and how used he is to being in his war clothing. At least he has stopped using the armor as he always did.

A pleasant change that she suspects the civilian has a lot to do with.

“Yes, I am sure he would not go on his own.”

“I know.”

“By the way, how did you convince him?” she asks curiously with a gesture to the civilian who continues her way to the kitchen. Soon it would be time to eat, so they both usually spend time in that place.

It is larger than in the previous house and surely Hashirama’s brother prepared it knowing his future wife’s quirks... cute from her point of view.

“Oh, that’s not a strange story,” the girl says with a simple laugh. At least she has left that depression about missing her family... one that she tried hard to hide, but this old woman has years of experience as a nanny and a capable kunoichi.

She is easy to read.

“It is not?” she encourages her curiosity to be calmed.

“Well, he said he would make me yukatas.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I told him no, unless he made some for himself.”

The olw woman laughs amusedly, conforming something she has been thinking for a while. “Oh... that would have not worked before.”

“No?”

“No. He is very obstinate.”

“I’ve noticed it.”

“At least he listened to you.”

“Yeah. Also, the Daimyo and Mito have brought a lot of fabric. I’m thinking about making yukatas for Matsuo, Mikami and you, too.”

“Not at all. That would be a waste for the bride and groom, so keep the fabric to yourselves.”

“Uh?”

“It is a tradition that what is given is for the use of the family... which I hope grows soon,” she says, imagining small children around the beautiful patio that has been arranged for the civilian.

Her maternal and grandmotherly instincts are thrilled, so much so that she ignores the woman’s tension over such a comment.

Excited for the future...

Butsuma and Rukia would be proud of this... She prefers to think so.

──

Mikami owes her so much despite their sullen beginning. Teaching etiquette classes, she became her appreciated and valued person... like a sister who is willing to protect her from everything that could hurt her.

Even if she doesn’t realize that she is supporting her, she will have her back.

So, she did not avoid looking with slight doubt at the woman with a sad expression on the edge of the river that runs so close. It is not strange to find her here thinking. Kaori lets her be despite the dangers around.

Despite the years, the trauma makes her doubt anyone of the opposite gender.

“You should not be alone,” she scolds lightly, starting to walk towards the rock which is being occupied by the civilian. She blinks in recognition.

“Uh... Kaori-san told me it was fine.”

“I know, but you have to be careful. Not everyone is like Hashirama-sama and the others.”

“You almost sound like Tobirama.”

“Do I?”

“He told me the same thing... but with more jabs,” she laughs carefully, as clear as she usually is, and strong in her own way that makes her proud.

“Mph... He will be your husband. It is normal that he cares for you.”

“Yeah.” She seems indifferent to the marriage.

“Now that Kaori-san is not here, you know you can tell me what really worries you,” she points out because her engagement is so strange, considering their previous interactions and how she is.

Although she is oblivious to the feelings of her leader’s brother, she knows her friend is oblivious to love.

She never saw her fall in love with anyone even though the council was persistent in caging her. That it was Tobirama who managed to do it is not abnormal, considering their work together, but it still seems weird and sudden.

No matter how many years have passed since he met her... there is still something missing.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your marriage,” the kunoichi states directly. “And the appearance of the Daimyo.”

“Uh...”

“It has something to do with it, right?”

“...” Karen looks at the sky from a distance. The noise of the river is relaxing while the forest dances to the sound of that soft summer air. “I... I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth.”

“I can¡t.”

“...”

“That’s the only thing I can tell you. Hashirama assured me that it was better if only a few people knew.”

“I see.” She sees the tension in the girl’s gesture... and even with those little words, she understands what this is about. A false engagement? A lie? She may not notice it, but she knows that Tobirama... might not be indifferent to it.

For a moment, though, she thought that Hashirama would break his engagement with the princess of Uzu for the civilian.

Perhaps she imagined it.

“By the way... Matsuo-kun?”

“He is now beginning to train his chakra system.” Bitterly, she wrinkles her nose at the treatment of that man’s family towards her son.

Karen doesn’t say anything.

“I am working on it. It is not that bad,” she tries to convince her friend when she noticed her annoyance. Her ways are still unusual in her eyes, but not odd within the clan.

Even if he was punished... seeing her son reminds her of Ryu’s sin.

“I’m sorry I reminded you of something so sad.”

“Do not worry... it is something I have to overcome, right?”

“...”

“For Matsuo,” the kunoichi accepts with a laugh to sit next to her. The river is not such a bad place to relax and rethink what she will do next since soon, together with other women, they will begin working on missions paired with the Uchiha clan.

She is scared... she wants revenge... but she left that behind a long time ago to carve a path without war for her little one.

He does not deserve to grow up in fear of dying so young, like her brothers... like her cousins... like her parents.

A world of peace that her friend has achieved together with her leaders, a dream she never thought she could have and hold on to... getting rid of the bitterness of working with her former enemies.

For their happiness.

──

Around the patio, Karen looks at the girl who is on the verge of collapse. Mito is such an expressive woman that since she declared that they will be something akin to sisters, she became highly eloquent, making her laugh as their integration becomes natural.

She doesn’t know what to feel, because she doesn’t know what to feel about her upcoming wedding either.

But that’s the least of it.

“Come on, Mito-san. Everything will be alright.”

“I... my brother and father have not arrived!” the redhead exclaims. Koari easily brings some tea to chuckle amused and disappear on the spot.

“They will be arriving soon, no?”

“Well, yes,” she huffs. “But Tobirama is also missing. That idiotic Hashirama sent him on a mission.”

“It was necessary.”

Mito frowns to mutter other things under her breath.

“Come, sit and have some tea,” she says while sipping another bit of her drink. Things have been so calm and with tentative alliances coming... life isn’t so bad.

She reflexes lightly with the weight of the marriage beginning to take root in her conscience. With Tobirama’s words that day... it is more enjoyable, although she still feels the sadness of remembering her family.

More so considering her next birthday...

Mito still remains her elegant self, taking a sip of the hot drink. “I cannot get enough of this tea.”

“It’s good. Madara-san brought it the last time he came.”

“Does Madara-san visit you?”

“Not much. Only when he is passing by or when he leaves a meeting, really.”

“Oh...”

“Why?”

“Well, you will marry Tobirama.”

“Yes,” she blinks without understanding what the problem was.

“You are a civilian.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow... it shows that you do not see the issue in this.”

“There is nothing wrong in that.”

“Maybe not where you come from,” Mito giggles amused. “You are engaged. Having a friendship with someone like Madara...”

“I see.” Karen reflects on the comment logically, taking into account the culture in which she is participating. “He is a good friend.”

“I know that they extended protection to you as a clan,” Mito admits. “I must say that I did not expect that from the Uchiha.”

“Really?”

“Yes. They have almost adopted you.”

“...Tobirama didn’t explain it to me like that.”

“Well... he will probably tell you another way,” the woman says amused. “For a civilian, you have many alliances.”

Karen doesn’t reply anything. She looks at the stars a little more without thinking enough about things... it’s for the best.

For now, she will remain expectant about what comes from the future... an uncertain one.

A/N: An external chapter with different points of view. I hope you enjoy it. Hashirama’s wedding will be here soon, an awaited event along with other things.

As you can see, many have different opinions regarding Karen. Some are better than others, but no one is willing to let her go any time soon, and she doesn’t realize it.

What will happen? Will Karen notice? Will Hashirama do something? Will Tobirama clarify his strange feelings, or will he continue to deny it? Although I’m sure he hasn’t even realized it... because of how annoying it is to accept something he doesn’t want and he never thought he would have, even though he was forced to go along with this engagement.

Covering him with his duty to this peace that his brother has worked so hard for... There’s no one more blind than he who refuses to see, isn’t that right?

Thanks for your comments.

Author-chan out!

#lost in the forest fic #warring states period #angst #senju tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #ocs #hashirama senju #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fanfiction #uchiha madara #uchiha izuna

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swagrio · 2 years

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Dear diary, I have no idea what this is

Term1 in English is already at the end and thank you jesus for that, well to keep the spirits up I’m Mario and in today’s blog I’m here to go on a flashback to what I learned in English back in term1 but before I start this session today I know that the most common thought in your heads right now is maybe something like

“is this accurate to what you’ve learned in English?”

Find out yourself

I want to sleep mom help me

I need to sleep but in English we need to learn so I’m going to be relearning and also showing my audience the things I learned from term 1 and to start this little adventure and begin with my good old friend plagiarism, well more like avoiding plagiarism actually to recall this topic i’ve rediscovered some material from my English teacher miss hesty who I think would like to throw a chair at me? for being a brat but hey that means the ladies love me but anyway the reason we should avoid this thing called plagiarism when writing essays or assignments is because

“Plagiarism may result in receiving a failing grade or zero for the assignment. Plagiarism could result in a disciplinary referral. Students caught plagiarizing may be denied admittance to or removal from the institution”

that’s according from a PowerPoint miss Hesty had uploaded and i honestly i’m kinda scared because I want to succeed of course so how could we and I avoid plagiarism? Well I guess from my understanding we need to have our sources that is proven to reliable and also if we use sources we should do citation but that’s the next topic so i’ll explain further later on, and that maybe we should try writing with our ideas and sentences in order for a more original idea, oh yeah i’ll be including a list of good sources for when writing essays and maybe to also avoid plagiarism.

wohoo citations

if we don’t citate or referencing but writing and including information from sources teachers could think that we were plagiarizing but in-fact we weren’t but they thought so because we didn’t citate so that’s why citations and referencing is really important hence why citations and referencing could save us from death especially in English my god those teachers coul really go in flames sheeshhh (sorrymiss).

So how do we really citate and reference sources in our essay well according to one of miss hesty’s PowerPoint we know that;

But since that was just a small rule or guidebook on how to do it I’m going to be showing an example of a citation for example,

“That all ends tonight. I’m twenty-five and at midnight I get control of my trust fund. After this, I never have to see Devan again and he’ll no longer drive me crazy with his devastating dominance. This year, all I want for my birthday is twenty-four hours with my guardian. After nine years of taboo desires and built-up lust, I have a lot of unfulfilled fantasies to act out.” (Seducing my guardian, Katee Robert,2021)

Well, that was the second segment on the second topic also don’t Bully me for the reading choices I’m a romantic you know.

YOLO ( you only sleep never)

a topic with so many things in it, anyway key ideas in writing are things containing Context, Audience and Purpose but also register, language and style. But why are these needed really? in my opinion, just write whatever you want keep life simple you know, but the real reason we need to figure these out is that so when we write something such as an essay it would give us a clear form of direction when we write it so the audience can read clearly of what the essay is directed to and I guess it’s pretty useful.

DID SOMEONE SAY SUAVE??

Wait no one said that dang it and I thought I was complimented for the most suave man on earth dang, actually I think the word is persuading as in like persuading the ladies to love me anyway but I guess the context of the topic is a persuasive text as in like buy my product kind of text well let’s get into it, persuasive text is a form of text intended to persuade the audience most commonly found in promotional posters or campaign posters. But in persuasive text, there’s a hidden topic as well called rhetorical devices what exactly are they?

Well since we know what they really are, we know that the presence of those devices is important as we can eventually decide what type are we going to use in our persuasive writing.

Jesus, I’m so tired and I’m pretty sure whoever is reading this is also tired butttttt I’m almost done so yep let’s go to the final topic

I cannot write this i am so screwed

Personal writing, why can’t boys write this honestly as one myself I have no idea why but personal writing is basically writing something personal as in writing a diary because the form of writing is usually containing information only the writer knows thus making it personal, personal writing is usually associated with diaries but what about blogs like this? I mean it is personal isn’t it? Well according to miss hesty

“ Diaries can provide windows into people’s thoughts whilst at the same time conveying narrative accounts of events and people encountered. As one might expect, a strong sense of voice is often present.” (Hesty,2022)

Also Here are a few differences between those two

DIARIES

-More limited audience (maybe

the author himself/herself)

-Subjects are more personal

BLOGS

-The bigger the audience, the better

Subjects vary

-Accessed online through websites,

apps or some platforms

Well, we are at the end of the topics….yay time for OPINION COLUMN!!💥🔥🔥💥💥💥 BECAUSE IF I DON’T WRITE IT I GET NO GRADES 🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻😎

I, Mario think that term 1 is….

ok, it’s quite ok actually I learned quite a lot in English and miss hesty’s lessons Made the learning process much more fun I guess so, actually, three a few sets of questions that miss has provided and I’ll answer them as simple and short and I’ll be choosing a few only, so here we goooooo

What has your offline and online learning experience been as a student?

-Both are not bad offline is fun because there are the ladies and my honeypie Ernesto but online allows me to sleep more and see google haha

What are some of the things that will make your face-to-face learning better?

-games I guess more physical activities make it more fun

What challenges or difficulties did you have this term?

-developing ideas for writing ughhhhh my mind is so out of things to write lol

What are your hopes, goals and action plan for the next term?

-hmmm better ideas for when writing and maybe trying to up my writing game and also more focusing on the lessons hehe

well, that was everything, thank you to my fans for today’s blog

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argentangelhelps · 2 years

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A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO ICON MAKING ( part one: making base icons )

in this tutorial, i’ll be demonstrating how to make base icons! i’ll follow this tutorial up with how to edit these base icons into more highly edited roleplay icons.

this tutorial includes how to pick an icon size, picking screencaps and batch exporting.

WHAT YOU’LL NEED !

- adobe photoshop (i use ps2022) / editing softwhere with similar functionality

- screencaps

WHAT TO DO !

1 ) decide what size icons you want to make

i use 75x75 px icons when i’m making my own. some people prefer smaller icons and some people like larger ones. i’ll be putting a comparison between different icon common sizes here so you can see how they look!

for this tutorial i’ll be making 100x100 icons (since i’ll be using icons i’m making for an icon pack as an example)

in photoshop you’ll want to create a canvas in order to start making your icons. to do this you’ll go to new file and you’ll get a pop up window that will look something like this!

on the right you’ll see i put a red box around the settings i use.

[ image description: width: 100 pixels, height: 100 pixels, resolution: 300 pixels/inch, color mode: rgb color 8 bit, color profile: srgb iec61966-2.1, pixel aspect ratio: square pixels]

when you’re ready, click create!

2) start uploading your screencaps !

when it comes to choosing which screencaps to turn into icons, it’s best to pick the ones that show a clear expression on your faceclaim’s face with minimal evidence of movement (by evidence of movement i mean fuzziness, whether or not your fc is mid blink ect)

i like to select multiple at once to load into ps and resize them all and pick the best ones.

when it comes to picking screencaps to icon, i try and get a variety of expressions and positions. i don’t tend to icon full body scenes. midshots and close ups are the best for icons especially since icons tend to be pretty small so you want details to be as clear as possible. i also tend to brighten dark scenes just while i’m uploading them to see whether they’d even be salvageable as an icon in future editing. if they look too grainy or distorted than the scene is too dark and i tend to skip the entire scene.

i had to resize the life out of this gif to get it to upload, but this is generally how i pick screencaps to icon.

ones i know won’t work, i don’t usually resize just so i remember to delete them and i examine the icons as i go.

i tend to upload my screencaps in bursts (one or two rows at a time, sometimes less than that rather than all at once just so my brain and computer can keep up)

3) sharpening, resizing again if needed ect !

i’ll then go through and sharpen all the icons with a sharpening action! i didn’t do that in the gif in the previous step just to make showing the process of picking screencaps to use easier, but if you squint you can see my actions panel at the top there waiting for me.

at this point i’ll also adjust positioning and resize anything if needed.

4) repeat steps two and three until you’ve iconned all you want to icon!

i do the whole episode i’m iconning before i export, but when i’m iconning movies i’ll export them in two or three batches.

5) batch export your icons!

go to file –> export –> layers to files

[ image description: destination: folder name here, a button that says browse, file name prefix: blank, visible layers only is not selected, file type: png-8, include icc profile is selected, png-8 options: transparency is selected, interlaced is not selected and trim layers is selected, the cursor hovers over a button that reads ‘run’ in order to demonstrate clicking it ]

where it says destination and then browse you’ll make a folder for your icons to be in.

go to browse –> (choose/create your folder for the icons to export into) –> open –> run

i leave file name prefix blank

your files will now export and a notification will pop up when the exporting process is done!

#base icon tutorial #editing tutorial #photoshop resources #icon tutorial #rp icon tutorial #*[ editing tutorials ]

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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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Having asked your thoughts on designing Frankenstein's daemon, might I now ask your thoughts on bringing Count Dracula from the written word into illustration? (I'm definitely in favour of the 'Hairy Old Mountain Man of Horror pretending he's people' look from the original novel; one of the small tests too many Draculas fail to pass is an absolutely tragic lack of the Evil Beard and/or Wicked Moustache explicitly described by Mr Stoker).

Unlike with Frankenstein, where I think the design needs to be painstakingly thought out in order to achieve the best balance of the creature's traits for horror and tragedy alike, I think with Dracula you can actually just take an approach of "whatever works". Because as I mentioned before, I think much of the appeal and longevity of Dracula is how the character's both a layered villain as well as a shapeshifting narrative force that can be tailored to whatever you want to do with. Granted, there are bad or dissappointing Dracula designs, of course there are, but in regards to the leeway you get for reinterpretation, you get a lot more of it with Dracula than with other literary icons.

Like with Frankenstein, I'm gonna bring up how I'd tackle a less grim, more comedy-centric Dracula first, one that's less a force of horror and more of a charismatic villain, and I think to that end I definitely agree that people are sleeping a lot on the hairy old man barely-passing-off-as-humanoid of the original story. Despite very much loving these performers, I'm actually not a fan of takes that mold Dracula too closely to people who've portrayed him, like Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee, partially because I think it's a waste of an opportunity to create your own Dracula design. Since I can't draw (yet), I'll do what I usually do and make a board of images to try and convey some of my thoughts on one way I'd design Dracula.

(Pictured: Kiwi's design for Dracula, Hotel Transylvania concept art, Nandor, Castlevania Dracula, Charles Dance in Dracula Untold, Vladislav, a Transylvanian rug)

I used the images in my other Dracula post and I’ll post it here again because I absolutely adore @kiwibyrd's designs for Dracula and it's main heroes, in particular I love the way it strikes a good balance at making sure Dracula looks distinctly separate from the humans, but not too much that he couldn't conceivably operate in society as just a harmless old man. I also adore the mustache and bushy eyebrows and pointy ears and I think these three are wonderful features to keep on any Dracula design. I'm also very partial to the Hotel Transylvania concept art, even if it makes me incredibly depressed to look at all the great designs they had for Dracula that they threw in the trash because they somehow decided making him look like Adam Sandler was the idea to go with.

I deeply adore What We Do In The Shadows, both the movie and the show, and Jemaine Clement's Vladislav is one of my favorite (maybe even my actual favorite) on-screen Draculas. But I also enjoy Nandor just as much, and I think it's really great that as a character he's completely different from Vlad while also being ostensibly a take on Dracula, and in particular I bring up his Jersey look because "Dracula in common clothing" is a criminally underrated concept for a joke.

As a character, I'm very partial to comedy takes on Dracula that play him up as a decadent aristocratic supervillain, the kind that can get away with talking in third person. I also have this idea for a version of Dracula who dresses ostentatiously in finely-broidered Romanian or Transylvanian patterns, maybe even wearing a rug as a cape, claiming that he's carrying the legacy of his people on his back. And of course he's lying, he's not Vlad Tepes and he's not even Romanian, he is just a parasite pretending to have a history to be proud of, but good luck getting him to admit that. And finally, I'd like this version to be played by Charles Dance, and I consider it a tremendous crime against humanity that he has yet to play Dracula proper even despite being in a film with the character's name on the title.

So that's kinda how I would design a take on Dracula for something more comedic or more based around him as this guest character and personality on-set. Now, if we're talking a more serious version, I think the possibilities increase, and I won't be getting into all of them because I may prefer to keep them to myself, but I'll elaborate a few ideas.

For example, the edition of Dracula I personally own comes with these really scratchy, really creepy B&W illustrations related to the story, that I can't find scanned online so I'm uploading them here so you can look at. They don't necessarily depict the scenes but rather some of the story's moments, like Van Helsing staking Lucy, Renfield in a straightjacket, Dracula as a coachman, and they are more focused on conveying the horror of the concepts at play.

Dracula never looks the same way in any of the illustrations, in fact you kinda have to piece him out of them by trying to find teeth or capes or eyes or bat-features to see where he's hiding this time. In the first, it's the half-man half-bat, in the 2nd, he's the shrieking bat silhouette next to Renfield, and in the latter, he's the gaping jaws and eerily humanoid eyes in the wolf. The effect to me almost feels like if you were to look at a bunch of tv static and then see a humanoid shape form for a split second before everything went back to normal, something like you'd get from Slender Man or other modern creepypastas, and I’ve argued before that Dracula’s form of horror is a very modern one.

In terms of illustrations of Dracula that keep up the original traits while still pulling off horror, I definitely have to hand it to the one at the left of the image above, drawn by regourso on Deviantart (account deleted at present). Going back to Castlevania’s many takes on Dracula, two in particular that stick out to me would be Castlevania: Judgment’s armored dress Dracula, who’s got this great twisted heart/rose motif going on in his outfit, and Dracula’s final form in SOTN where he just sits in his throne and his cape twists into all these monsters, particularly how it’s depicted by witnesstheabsurd’s depiction.

I’m not particularly a fan of how Dracula’s “final form” in these games is usually just some big demon, and part of what I like about his final form in SOTN instead is that, while it’s not a particularly challenging final boss, I do find it interesting the idea of us never actually getting to see what Dracula’s true final form looks like, only an ever-shifting pitch-black torrent of teeth and claws and bloody veins pouring out because that’s ultimately what Dracula is and brings to the world.

On the flip-side of the rotten old monster, we have the charming seductor Dracula, and while I’m really not a fan of how various adaptations have convinced people that “the point” of Dracula is that he’s a seductive force and an allegory for Victorian xenophobia and I’m reeeally even less of a fan of adaptations that make Dracula some misunderstood tragic hero (and I think I’ve made rather violently clear my feelings on interpretations that play up a romance between him and Mina), that the seductive force part exists is impossible to deny, so conversely, while on one hand we can have Dracula as the gargantuan whirlwind of predatory violence, we can also go for Dracula as the tantalizing lover.

I’ve seen a lot of opinions proclaiming Frank Langella as the best Dracula because he was the best at actually being seductive while still playing Dracula, although I haven’t yet seen his performances. If I had to point at one picture I look at and do buy for a second the idea of Dracula as a romantic character, it would be that particular still of Raul Julia in the left of the above image. And it’s strange for me to think of Raul Julia as attractive because I mainly associate him with his brilliant comedy performance of M.Bison (I know it’s far from the highlight of his career but, look, I grew up with Street Fighter, I can’t help it) but those eyes are definitely looking pretty convincing to me, if nothing else.

And I’ve included this still of Sebastian Stan in the right because, during a conversation between me, @krinsbez and @jcogginsa about who could be a good fit for Dracula, jcog suggested Sebastian Stan, partially because he’s Romanian, and I’ve learned recently that Stan was actually interested in playing the character in Blumhouse’s upcoming remake. And you’d think I’d hate this idea considering how much I don’t care for tragic anti-hero Draculas, but who says that’s what he’d have to play?

Do you have any idea how much actors, who are traditionally known for heroic or supporting roles, usually LOVE it when you give them a chance to cut loose as the main villain?

I’d want Sebastian Stan to put all of his charm, all of his talent, all of his good looks and etc, into playing the absolute most vicious, bloodthirsty and irredeemable Dracula put on screen. Someone who is exceedingly, eerily good at being a lovable protagonist, who’s all smiles and charming eyes and politeness mannerisms and maybe even a funny accent, and then it isn't as funny when he's flying through your window intent on kidnapping babies to feed to his brides, except he may take a moment or two to do so because he's feeling pretty hungry himself right now.

Now, admittedly this is kind of a lot to juggle in regards to a single character, which is why my answer for questions like these inevitably has to be “depends on what I’m going for”. That being said, if I was going to try and cast someone who I think could both look the part of Dracula, as well as respectively, play “cartoon aristocrat” Dracula, “mercurial embodiment of evil” Dracula, as well as realistically be an attractive, even seductive performer who can charm viewers even as the character descends into horrible villainy, and juggle these performances even?

I think I’d have to go with Mads Mikkelsen. Not specifically because of Hannibal (I actually haven’t watched it yet), although it’s definitely a factor, the thing that actually made me pick him specifically is, other than his looks, his voice, his reputation for playing sinister characters, the fact that he loves the role and wants to play it, or how many people are deeply in love with this man, or that people already joke that he looks like a vampire, was watching him in Another Round, and specifically that glorious final scene where he’s just dancing to his heart’s content and just, moving with such spring in his step and such joyful vitality even though he’s past his mid-fifties, and that was the moment where, in regards to how much you all love this man, I went

And now I am going to add “casting Mads Mikkelsen as a dancing Dracula” to The List of Reasons Why I Became a Filmmaker.

#replies tag #dracula #horror tag #bram stoker #charles dance #sebastian stan #mads mikkelsen #castlevania #raul julia #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #vladislav #nandor

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 22

Plans Change

i.e. Season 10 Episodes 5 & 14

Chapter Summery: Halloween, hospital visit, sick kid. New case, foiled plans, big question answered. Just normal stuff really.

AN: Okay, this was going to be two chapters, but I decided to put them together since I haven't uploaded as often as usual and just give you a little bit of a bigger update. I hope you enjoy it :)

TW: Typical criminal minds jargon, minor hospital visit, sick kid (ear infection), lots of family fluff and then a tiny amount of smut at the very end +18, unprotected sex (wrap it up my dudes.), you can skip it if you don't read smut because there is nothing after. ** = smut and the end of the chapter :)

word count: 3,896

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Aaron walks you to your car, having drove separately due to some meetings he had this morning, “I’ll see you at home, after I pick up Jack’s costume.”

“Alright.” You give him a quick kiss, “Drive safe please.” He closes the door for you, making his way to his own vehicle.

The rain is pouring down, as he makes his way to the shop Garcia told him of. He knocks on the door, introducing himself as they let him inside, “Madam Bouvier, I presume?”

They hum, “The one and only. I just put on some tea, you want a cup?”

Aaron smiles, declining, “No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself, wait here.” Madam Bouvier says, “I got what you came for.”

Aaron watches as they go to the back of their shop, looking around the front. He can’t help but think this is a shop you would like. All the colors, scarves and, in his words, strange things around. It’s something you and Garcia have in common, and something he appreciates about you. How open you are to others people’s way of life, how you never seem to judge anyone, instead, wanting to learn everything you can about it.

“Penelope called just in time.” Madam Bouvier comes in, carrying a box into the room.

“I’ve been looking for one for weeks.” Aaron says, and it’s true. Both you and Aaron have been searching high and low for a realistic Darth Vader costume for Jack, coming up short until Garcia informed Aaron about a friend that could help. “How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house.” Madam Bouvier waves him off from grabbing his wallet, “Any friend of Penelope’s is a friend of Madame Bouvier.”

Aaron grabs the box, saying a swift goodbye, and makes his way back to his car, heading home to you and the kids.

He enters the apartment to you, Jack, and Charlotte around the dinner table, talking and laughing. “Daddy!” Jack calls out, standing up to give him a hug.

Aaron sets the box down on the table, kissing Charlottes head, “Look what I got for you buddy.” He lifts the mask up from the box, doing his best Darth Vader impression.

“You got it? Yes!” Jack exclaims, excitement rolling off of him.

Charlotte claps her hands, wanting to be apart of her brothers joy, even if she doesn't entirely understand what’s happening. “Can I try it on?” Jack asks the both of you.

“Did you do your homework?” Aaron questions him.

“I’ll do it now!” He runs off to his room.

Aaron sits down next to you, pulling Charlotte into his lap from her high chair, “And what about you little miss? Are you as excited as your brother?”

You watch as Aaron talks to Charlie softly and steals food off your plate for the both of them. Smirking, you get his attention, “You know, I could make you your own plate.”

“Why?” He looks at you, “I don’t mind sharing.”

You nod, humming, “I’m so glad you don’t.”

Aaron kisses Charlottes head, frowning, “Does she have a fever to you?”

You reach over, putting your hand to her forehead, before putting your cheek to hers, checking her temperature both times, “She does seem a little warm.”

Just as you get up to grab the thermometer, Aaron’s phone rings, stopping the both of you. You immediately see the resentment hit Aaron. You know how important Halloween is to him. It’s the only holiday of Jacks he’s never missed, but once you both here the case is about a boy, just a few years older than your own, you both know you have to go. You go to call your sister-in-law and brother, who have been switching off watching the kids with Jessica who has become more busy with her own romantic relationship. Plus Jack and Charlie love spending time with their cousins, well, Jack does, Charlie doesn't know any better. As you call, Aaron goes to tell Jack.

Dropping off the kids, you mention Charlottes temp, getting reassurance that everything will be fine and they will call you the moment something might change, you and Aaron head to headquarters.

Sitting around the table with the rest of the team, your attention is on your blonde, halloween loving, friend, apologizing for calling everyone in, “On this eve of all Hallows Eves, But there are wicked things afoot.”

She puts up some photos on the screen, “Last Halloween, 11-year-old Joshua Parker disappeared in San Diego.”

A round of thunder sounds as the lights in the building turn off. “Uh-oh.” You hear Garcia say.

“Generator should kick in.” Aaron informs everyone calmly. A few seconds later the lights come back on, you and JJ sharing an amused look to Reid’s, “That was spooky.” Before he continues onto the case, addressing Garcia, “That name isn't in any of our missing children case files, why don’t we know about him?”

“Chronic runaway and disciplinary problems.” Aaron answers him, “San Diego police never classified it as an abduction.”

Garcia reads off more details, “This morning, Joshua turned up in a pumpkin patch 10 miles from where he was last seen.”

Your phone rings, making you look down to see it’s your sister-in-law, you make eye contact with Aaron, before excusing yourself from the room. Your heart drops at the information she gives you, Charlotte��s fever has spiked, and they are taking her to the ER to be checked as a precaution. You inform them that you will meet them there, before turning back towards the conference room and hanging up.

Aaron meets you in the hallway, having dismissed the team to get ready for the jet, “Everything okay?” He asks you.

“No.” You sigh, “Charlotte’s temp spiked so Ana is going to take her to the ER. I told her I would meet her there.”

Aaron nods, grabbing your arms to rub them up and down soothingly, “Do you need me to stay to?”

You shake your head, “I got this. You're needed on the case. I’m sure it’s nothing and I’ll be on a flight a few hours behind you guys.”

Aaron frowns at you, but nods his head, “Call me with updates.”

He brings you in for a hug, kissing your forehead, then kissing your lips. With a swift ‘I love you’ from both of you, you head your separate ways. Driving to the Children’s ER, you meet your sister in the waiting room, your 13 month old daughters eyes red and puffy. She reaches out for you, babbling a mixture of mama and dada, while crying. You hold her close, rubbing her back soothingly until the nurse calls you into an exam room.

The nurse takes all of her vitals, the doctor coming in to check her out next, confirming the nurse’s assessment, sending you home a hour and a half later, with some antibiotics and a very tired Charlie. Ana tells you not to worry about Jack, he was already asleep with his cousins when she left, so you thank her, telling her you’ll meet them trick or treating tomorrow, taking Charlotte home with you.

You call Aaron on the drive, hearing the sound of the plane coming through his end, “They said she has a middle ear infection. It should clear up in a few days with the antibiotics.” You tell him.

“Okay.” You hear him sigh, probably out of relief that it could have been worse, “Do you need Garcia to check flights?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see you, and drop your voice a little,”I think I’m going to stay back with her. I can consult from here.”

“Alright. I love you. We’ll call you when we get to the station.” Aaron tells you. He knows you don’t make the decision to stay back on cases lightly. One of the things he loves most about you, is how him and the kids always seem to come first. A few months ago you stayed back with Jack when he was sick. Aaron envies how easy it always seems to be for you, the parenting instincts, how you always seem to do the right thing. He’s expressed a few times to you how guilty he feels when he leaves, but you've always stopped him from continuing, telling him how much of an amazing father he is, and how it’s different. He’s the boss, and it’s easier for you to consult than him, that you don’t mind that dynamic. It doesn't really take away the guilt, but he can’t help but sort of believe you, when you say it.

Once home, you give Charlotte some of her medicine, bouncing her back and forth until she finally falls asleep, putting her in her bed and making a small home on the couch by your phone and laptop, sleeping a bit while waiting for the team to land.

The night before was rough, with the lack of sleep on your end, and having to give Charlotte her medicine every few hours, but she seems to be feeling better the next day. You consult from home until about 6 o’clock your time, 2 o’clock the teams time, taking a break to see Jack and your nephews go trick or treating. Bundling up Charlotte as they go. She doesn't feel up enough to actually want to be in on the action or wear her costume, but she’s content enough to lay on your chest and watch her brother go door to door. You take some photos, sending them to Aaron, and take Jack home with you once the boys are done.

Giving Charlotte some more medicine, you lay her in her bouncer as Jack sits down on the floor in front of her, entertaining her with showing her all his candy and telling her about all the different kinds of sweets there are.

The kids go to bed about 3 hours later, Jack refusing to take his costume off, wanting to make sure his dad gets to see it, he falls asleep on the couch watching a disney halloween movie. You move your stuff to your bedroom, consulting back into the case through your laptop, talking with Reid in the conference room the team was given. Another boy goes missing and you feel helpless in doing anything about it from so far away, but Aaron assures you that staying back was the right call, and you know he’s right, doesn't stop the remorse from filling you though.

You get the call from Aaron a few hours later, informing you that they caught the guy, and that they are on their way back home, you can here how tired he is through the speaker. You get a few hours of rest yourself after that, before Charlotte wakes up, feeling undeniably better than the past 2 days. You move around the apartment with her, picking up here and there while staying quite for the sleeping boy on the couch.

You're in the kitchen when you hear keys in the lock and the door opening, closing softly behind Aaron who walked in. You lean against the archway as you see him walk past, down the hallway to the kids rooms. He enters Jacks first before moving to Charlottes, seeing them both empty. He turns around to your soft laughter, “Where are they?”

You nod your head to the living room, Charlotte on the floor playing quietly, while Jack, still decked out in Darth Vader gear, sleeps peacefully unaware on the couch, “Surprised you didn't see him. He wanted to make sure you saw the costume.”

Aaron walks softly over, brushing Charlottes short curls as he passes her, before leaning down to kiss Jacks forehead, taking a moment to watch him sleep. He turns around, making his way towards you, “Hi.” He reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Hi.” You chuckle at him, Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

Aaron pulls back, looking at you, a soft, loving look in his eyes.

“What?” You question him.

“Have I told you how thankful I am for you?”

“Not today.” You joke.

“I mean it.” Aaron tells you seriously, “I am so thankful for you.”

You coo at him, stoping yourself from crying at the wonderful man in front of you, “I’m thankful for you too.”

And god, are you thankful for him.

It’s been a whole month since Halloween, and Aaron has been nothing short of affectionate. You don’t know what has gotten into him, but you aren't complaining, all the extra hugs, kisses, and tender words have only made your heart grow warmer. You are enjoying the lovey-ness of your boyfriend. A few times you thought he was leading up to a proposal, but nothing ever came of it, so you decided to drop that idea and just enjoy the endearments.

Aaron on the other hand is a nervous wreck. He has planned and re-planned the engagement over and over, only to get each one ruined by a case. The first was at the Italian restaurant where you spent your first date together (and many since then.), the second was a stroll through the park where your relationship first really began (during the triathlon training.), the third was during a camping trip with Jack and Charlotte involved (Aaron literally got the call minutes before getting down on his knee) and the last one was during thanksgiving at your fathers house with the rest of your family around. It would be easy to say, things have not been going in his favor, and he is running out of ideas.

Like this morning, he was planning on spending the rare duel day off you both have, with an engagement happening. He dropped off Charlie with Ana, planning on taking you on the hiking trail you’ve been talking about, pop down on one knee and finally ask you to marry him. Then he was going to take you home for some adult, kid free, fun, spend a few hours alone with you, before taking you out to eat at the small diner you love. Then spend the rest of the night with you and the kids.

But he got the call, on the way to your brothers house, releasing a big sigh, and informing the rest of the team they have a case.

So much for plans.

20 minutes later you are standing around the roundtable with the rest of the team, watching a video of the aftermath of the explosion, seeing a man carrying out a pregnant woman from the destroyed restaurant.

“First responders are reporting 6 dead, 16 wounded.” Aaron informs everyone.

“Brave guy.” JJ says, watching the same clip of the man.

Morgan looks to Aaron, “Anyone claimed responsibility?”

“No, but Indianapolis P.D. believes it may be related to a bomb that went off in an elementary school last week.”

“Yeah.” Garcia pulls up the report for that, “That was relatively low yield. It claimed the life of Morton Truby. He was a custodian working graveyard shift. Authorities found traces of TNT.”

Aaron continues the intel available of the cases, “Until today they thought it was an isolated incident.”

“Could this be another Boston or Oklahoma City?” You question, Kate nodding at you, thinking the along the same lines.

“The unsub obviously wants everyone looking over their shoulder.” Rossi notes.

“At this point, we can’t rule anything out.” Aaron orders, “Let’s move.”

You head with Rossi and Morgan to the forensic lab, listening to the scientist’s explanation of the bomb work, “The soldering work, it’s not the best. I’d say he put it together in a hurry.”

“Maybe he was hesitant about killing so many people.” Morgan theorizes.

“Or nervous.” Rossi guesses, “You’d need a lot more TNT to do this kind of damage.”

The scientist nods, agreeing with his statement, “You would think, but…” She walks over to another table, “Take a look at this.”

You all walkover to the table, where blueprints of the water and gas lines for the city are. “Because he put the bomb in the toilet, the blast is pretty well contained, or at least it should have been. But the explosion shot back, rupturing the natural gas line.”

“The question is, was it coincidental or intentional?” Morgan questions.

“He’s still a bad dude, either way.” The scientist speaks up, making you smile at her.

“Yes,” You agree with her, “But the answer will weigh heavily on our profile of him.”

“How so?” she asks.

Rossi goes to answer her as you call Aaron, informing him of the new information.

“So his plans could have been interrupted if it was an accident.” You tell him.

“Seems to be a common theme.” You hear him mutter over the phone.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He says louder, “Are you guys headed to the station now?”

“Yeah, we’ll meet you and Reid there.”

You and the team, minus Reid and Morgan, are in the conference room given to you by the local police, going over the Archer’s background. (The “hero” from the restaurant.)

“Garcia,” Aaron greets her over the computer monitor, “Did you find anything in Brenda and Allen Archer’s background to indicate a knowledge of explosives?”

“Nothing that sticks out.” Her voice comes through, you see her typing, “But I am the queen of lots of things, including subtlety.” You share a raised brow with Kate at that, both of you laughing under your breath.

That girl is anything but subtle.

“Oh, shut up.” She tells you both, catching you, “I’m talking about the way I deftly sift through information stuff.” She laughs, you see a small smile on Aaron’s face. “He’s a carpenter. Who has a severe amazon addiction. Kindle to be specific.”

“What kind of books?” Rossi asks.

“Self-help. A lot of emo stuff. How to build self-esteem, how to get over depression. Coming out of your shell. A whole bunch of comic books.”

You sigh, sitting back in your chair, “So nothing, ‘how to build a bomb’ related?”

“No. Sorry.” She tells you, “Oh, he is seeing a marriage counselor.”

“Hmm.” Kate hums, “Things are not so good on the home-front.”

“They’ve certainly improved now. She was all over him when we interviewed them.” JJ says.

Aaron puts down the file he was reading from, “Something tells me that’s not ordinary.”

Kate agrees with him, “Allen is living in the shadow of Grant Ford.” “Maybe the coffee shop was his introduction.” Aaron theorizes, “Garcia, Brenda’s first husband Grant Ford was a Navy Seal. What was his specialty?”

“That is a good question!” She starts typing, “Give me a moment. It was…. Explosive Ordnance.”

You all share looks, everyone coming to the same conclusion.

Aaron drives the both of you home from headquarters, the plane landing late that night. He carries both of your go bags while you get the door, both of you going directly to your room and going through your nightly routines. You crawl in bed after Aaron, wanting to take a quick shower to wash the day off. He’s reading a book, wearing his glasses (that he never wears besides at night), and his hair is mussed almost perfectly. He sets the book down on his bedside table along with his eyewear when he sees you staring at him, returning the look at you with a raised brow, “Yes?”

“Nothing.” You laugh quietly, “Am I not allowed to enjoy the view?”

“Theres a view?” He questions you.

You nod, scooting closer to him, chin on his shoulder, “My favorite view.”

He smiles down at you, whispering softly, “Marry me.”

You sit up immediately, eyes wide.

He didn't just say that, right?

“What did you say?”

Aaron smiles a little bigger at your reaction, reaching out to draw you closer to him again, practically making you lay on top of him, “Marry me.”

“Are you serious?” You breath out.

Aaron laughs at that, “Why are you so shocked? We love each other, we’re raising two kids together, did you really think I would want to grow old with anyone else? I’ve tried asking you a million different way, but kept getting interrupted. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side.”

Well, when you put it like that.

“Okay.” You tell him, voice still low, like you don't want to disrupt the calming atmosphere around you.

“Really?” He raises his eyebrow to you.

“Why are you so surprised?” You throw his words back to him.

***smut underneath***

Aaron dips his head down, capturing your lips. It starts out slow, growing heavier as the kiss progresses. His hands start moving to underneath your shirt roaming your bare back. They start to move south, coming to your silk covered backside, grouping your butt over the cloth and dragging moans from you as his lips continue to attack yours.

He grabs your hips, using his body to flip you underneath him. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist, the the thin fabrics of your underwear doing little to shield either of your wants.

Aaron’s shirt is the first thing to go, your hands mapping out his chest and stomach. You enjoy the softness of his skin with care. Your shirt is the next to go, Aaron waisting no time in bringing one of your nipples into his mouth, the other being pinched by his fingers. He draws small whispers from you, and you pull him up by his hair when you can’t take anymore.

He grinds his hardness into your soaked, covered mound, and after only a few moments, he has you begging for more, both of your remaining coverings being taken off. You feel the welcoming burn of his stretch as he enters you, always doing it slowly and with such care, before bottoming out, resting his forehead against your own, leaving a small kiss to it, the small act of intimacy in a moment like this making your heart soar.

He starts moving in and out of you, both of you moaning together. “You always feel so good baby. Like you were made for me.” He moans, leaving small love bites above your collarbone.

Whimpers leave your mouth as you gasp, hands traveling to his back, bringing him as close as possible to you, nails sliding down his skin, “All yours darling. Just yours.”

Aaron feels you squeeze him, reaching down to rub your bundle of nerves, pushing you over the edge quickly, him following right behind. You arch your back, hips rising into his while he rides out both of your highs.

He pulls out, both of you trying to catch your breath, heading to the bathroom as normal, coming back with a warm hand towel, cleaning the both of you up with care.

He discards the cloth in the hamper, before making his way back to the bed, pulling the covers back up and over you, sealing you both in warmth. You pull yourself closer to him, resting your head back on his shoulder, watching his chest rise and fall with his deep breaths. Just as you close your eyes, ready to succumb to sleep in your fiancée’s arms, Aaron’s voice brings you back to the present,

“Oh, crap. I forgot to give you the ring!”

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zeldas-cigarrette · 3 years

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⊱┊𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃

— pairing; ⚢donna sheridan x fem!reader

— word count; 3.3k

— summary; Sophie organised an afternoon of speed dating for her mother. You happened to be a customer at the certain restaurant it took place, and it seemed as if Donna was more interested in you than in all the guys that came for her. (lots of fluff because I can’t bring myself to write smut atm. ) xx

— fluff 🍰₊˚.༄ ೃ -

—❥ author’s note; My obsession with Meryl Streep keeps me sane during all those exams I have atm… Again, I’m so sorry for not posting my requests but I tried finishing them all but when I read them again they were so insanely bad, I can’t upload them… I will rewrite them probably next weekend (if I have enough time). But thanks for sticking around although I’m not as active (which will change in a few weeks, when I’ve finished my finals).

..⃗.🕊•̩̩͙⁺⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈ ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ✧˖*°࿐

🏷 tag list; @paulawand , @pearplate

The sun was already burning down when Donna found out about her daughter's plans for the afternoon. Apparently, Sophie decided to host a speed dating for her mother in some restaurant on the island. She wasn’t interested in the first place but for the sake of her daughter, Donna decided to give it a try - maybe she’ll find the love of her life? It wasn’t until both mother and daughter arrived at the chosen restaurant when the older woman started worrying about what’s to come behind those doors. The few birds that gathered on the windowsill started chirping as if they were trying to warn her, „don’t go in!” but it seemed too late for that. „I don’t know if this is the right thing Soph,” Donna lurked through the window, seeing a couple of older guys waiting eagerly for someone to entertain them. „It’s gonna be fun Mum, just let it happen,” and with the huge smile spread over the young girl's face, she pushed the door open. Quickly the smell of food surrounded both women.

Only a couple of women were interested in dating as well, everyone was already sat on separate tables only waiting for the main host to start the thing. On the first look, none of these men caught her eye, none of them looked attractive. However, who was she to judge? Said and done, Donna took a seat opposite of a man with full fair hair and glasses. The two minutes started in which they were supposed to get to know each other.

You were sat in the corner of the restaurant, observing the show you were offered from afar. The people, including the owner, were making a fuss about the speed dating someone had arranged. You had moved to the island just a couple of months ago and though such things as speed dating were a pretty common thing in England, it seemed to be hardly a thing around here. Chewing on a shrimp, you wanted to hold back the laughter when you saw the angelic-looking woman’s face when one of the guys seemingly told her an interesting fact about him. She didn’t look very happy with the selection of men. Luckily you had an amazing view of the ocean and you could watch the sun gleaming on the water.

For every passing minute, Donna regretted the decision she made. The first guy was as dull as his name, Tom had 15 cats. He told her a story of when a few of his cats got sick and vomited in his flat. It was a full-on ramble for two minutes not letting his opponent get to word for once. Donna wasn’t sure if she had control of her face, but if she wasn’t at least the guy knew how horrible he was. The next one - didn’t even introduce himself - was shy. So shy that he only stared down on his fingers. Therefore when Donna made the first move and told him a little about her life, he could only nod and blankly stare a hole into the hotel owner.

Sunken in a daydream, you scribbled something in your notebook hoping the words would turn into poems. When you first came to the island you had hoped to overcome the ongoing writer's block, but until now not even the alluring landscape could change that. It ever so often occurred that your eyes landed on the woman with the golden locks not sure if it’s because of how dissatisfied she looked or if it’s her that captured you. Often you came to this restaurant to get the words flowing or to talk to the owners. They have been welcoming from the first moment, so you decided to go there again and again until it became the only restaurant you’d go to.

Meanwhile, Donna was meeting the fourth guy that wanted to meet her. It seemed to be a better start than the rest of the guys, he wasn’t perfect but neither was he as self-centered as the ones before. Their conversation was good until he dropped the 'women belong in the kitchen’ bomb. It ruined everything for her. „Alright people, we’re gonna take a short break so everyone can let the impressions sink in,” Sophie quickly interrupted when she saw how uncomfortable her mother felt. Each of the participants got up and walked out on the terrace or ordered drinks from the bar. Donna scoffed and buried her head in her hands. „This is awful,” it was only a whisper but audible to her daughter. „I’m sorry, I really thought that you’re gonna have fun,” the girl replied. Without another word the woman got up and wanted to walk a few steps to stretch the tense muscles in her leg when she spotted you sitting in the corner of the room.

She took small steps to reach your table, she was curious about what you were doing there all alone scribbling in your notebook. At first, you didn’t notice her coming towards you, but when you did she seemed as if a halo would enlighten her. The notebook was closed in an instant when you realized that you were the aim she was about to reach. „Hi” you greeted her with a wide smile. „Hello, I noticed you sitting all alone,” it was obvious that Donna searched for an opportunity to escape the dating hell her daughter had organised. You saw in how deep of misery the woman was. „Would you like to sit with me for a while?” you requested and pointed at the chair opposite of you. The noise in the overfilled restaurant was deafening so the blonde woman didn’t bother using words and just pulled out a chair. „You don’t know in how many ways you just saved me,” she smirked and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. You blushed but tried to hide it while leaning your face in both of your hands.

„I saw you’ve been busy over there, isn’t speed dating fun?” you teased not knowing if it was alright to overstep this line. „They’re all abhorrently boring and irritating,” the woman huffed and throws a disapproving look at the crowd of men. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, you’ve never had the problem with weird men. „I’m Y/n by the way,” you reached out your hand which she gladly shook. „Nice to meet you, my name’s Donna.” Even her name sounded angelic. The woman’s company brought you joy and even ideas for new poems came to your mind. „You could stay here until it’s over, I don’t mind,” you suggested avoiding eye contact, fearing rejection. „I’d love to,” it sounded like heaven to you. Therefore she stayed and every time you looked at her, you hated to avert your gaze the next second. Although Donna seemed to enjoy herself, the men on the other side of the room looked as if they were disappointed that she left. „One of their cats vomited in their flat,” she told you rolling her eyes. „Aww, I love cats but without the vomiting,” you giggled and tried to find out who it was by just scanning them. „It’s the blond one,” she pointed at a tall, skinny guy. „Oh yes, he absolutely looks like a cat guy,” you remarked dryly not averting your gaze from the giraffe-like man.

Sophie saw her mother sitting with you, smiling and giggling sometimes. She didn’t dare to make her comeback and go through another round.

„Would you like something to eat while you’re waiting for this to be over?” you asked shyly. „Actually, yes! I’ve been starving since we’ve come here and the conversations I’ve had didn’t make it go away,” Donna explained and bit down her lip. You waved for Elias, a waiter, for her to order. You’ve been exploring the island with him a couple of times and learned that he would rather like to work on the mainland as a teacher than work at his parent's restaurant. The food was served in less than ten minutes and she hummed while eating. „This has to be the best one I’ve eaten yet,” Donna declared while putting the cutlery on her plate.

Donna admired you for your kindness of letting her stay with you, she was lost in the eyes of yours and how your y/h/c hair was blown from the wind from time to time. The opened window offered her a marvellous view on the deep blue ocean. She felt safe in your company and the stories you’d told her about your future plans captured her. „Then why have you decided to come to Kalokairi when you plan on becoming a writer?” the older woman curiously asked. „Well, I had a very severe writers block and wanted to be surrounded by nature and I’ve a lot about this place in tourist guides so I decided to come here to get my writing flowing,” you explained. „Oh I’m sorry, I hope you’ve overcome it by now.” „I think I just did,” you cheekily replied. Unknowingly that your time was up by now, Sophie strutted over to the both of you.

„Mum, I’m sorry to interrupt but we’re done,” the young girl smiled while looking at you. „I’d really like to do this again,” Donna circled with her finger on the table, „I’ll just give you my address and you can come over some time.” Donna scribbled something on a napkin and handed it to you. You tried to hide the huge smile that was about to form on your lips. „Thanks, I’d also love to repeat this,” your whisper was barely audible. Donna just winked before leaving with her daughter, she was gone and left you with butterflies in your stomach. That day you’re writers block seemed to be gone and you were finally able to bring some words on paper.

»As I sat and looked at her and the rolling hills she sat upon I thought, what amazing luck I have that the world had created such beautiful things and given me the eyes to see them.« *

At first, you’ve been too afraid to drop that little poem off at her house, but when you gathered enough courage you just went for it. It was only when you arrived that you realised she was managing a hotel. You quickly dropped it off with your phone number written on it, not brave enough to give it to her in person. The following hours consisted of you having almost a nervous breakdown not wanting to receive rejection again. You had enough of that for a lifetime. Was she even interested in that way or was she just being nice? It took her until the next morning to get back to you, but when she did, it brought your heart to quiver.

She invited you over for a walk along the coastline by sunset. Whenever Donna laughed, it felt as if the world was changing for the better, and she smiled like a goddess. When the sun was almost gone and barely visible, it made the whole island shimmer in a shade of magenta. The older woman seemed as if she took a liking to you, that’s when you realised the arm sneaked around you. It was that day when you never wanted to leave Kalokairi or the high you’ve been on since you first saw her.

—♡︎

Over the weeks you two had somehow developed an unspoken romantic relationship, none of you were brave enough to talk about the strong feelings in between. When Donna wasn’t busy working in the Hotel, you did almost everything together, sat by the beach while you used her as your muse for writing or you two cuddled on the couch.

You had sent your work to a publisher in New York when you had gathered a few more poems and one night you received an email. They actually wanted you in New York, the head of the company wanted to meet you first and if everything goes well he wanted to offer you a contract and an apartment in which you could get your words flowing. Although that sounded like a dream to you, so surreal and perfect to be true, your true new home was the island and the mere thought about leaving was too much. That’s why you didn’t tell Donna. You weren’t sure if this was the right time or if she’d even care.

„Why did they have to leave her out, just because she couldn’t pay for the country club?” the thing you loved about her, was that she always commented on the movies you watched. „It seems unfair to me,” you added and snuggled closer. You were partly on your laptop to check your mails for a confirmation on an order you placed. She was holding you close while her head was resting on yours. It was the smell of the ocean that comforted you and made your eyelids heavy. You had never stayed overnight at her house because you didn’t know if that was alright for her, so you fought against tiredness. Few strands of her hair slightly covered your eyes which only caused you to give in to your exhaustion more.

The steady sound of the movie and her beating heart made you even more tired until you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. A comforting wave of sleep hit you and soon you were comforted in a dream. It wasn’t until the woman you’d fallen asleep on moved abruptly, that you woke up. „Ouch,” you murmured and your head jolted in an upward direction. „I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Donna sounded weird but you brushed it off due to the late hour. „Don’t worry, is everything alright?” you then asked while straightening your back. Only a light hum was a response to your question, she then focused on the movie again. Minutes passed and your eyelids started to feel like cement. „Okay, you know what? It’s not okay. I know going through your things wasn’t right, but your laptop was open and I’ve seen the email from the publisher and internally I’m going mad and-“

„Stop,” it was a short but loud enough interruption of her rambling. Donna's eyes grew wide. „I don’t mind if you’re going through my things, but before you assume something you could’ve asked me, because I wasn’t planning on going,” you didn’t want to snap in that way. Only a regretful „Oh..” broke the uncomfortable silence. You felt bad for speaking to her in that tone. „I’m sorry but I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, I just found you.” A small but proud smile formed on your lips, maybe the feelings were mutual. „I’m not going anywhere,” you quietly replied. Both of you started staring at the screen of the tv again, wordlessly. „Y/n?”

You hummed in response. „I think I love you.” „You think?” you laughed, „because I might love you too.” Her hands quickly found your face and pulled you in her direction, „Is that alright?” A slight nod confirmed and Donna’s lips found yours. They moved against yours in sync and that’s when you first noticed how soft they were, she tasted like peach and lavender. „Your hair’s so soft,” she mumbled when she stopped for air, after that Donna quickly found your lips again. „And your cute when you’re all worried,” you added when you gasped for air.

That night you stayed with Donna and fell asleep cuddling her. She wore a blue pyjama with puppies all over it, you were gushing over how adorable she looked.

—♡︎

„Come on we’re going to be late for the ferry if you don’t hurry up,” Donna rushed past you to turn off the kitchen lights. „Yeah yeah don’t rush me or I’m never gonna finish,” you replied and closed your suitcase. You were going home for your father's birthday and they wanted to meet the woman that you couldn’t stop talking about. „Ready?” „Yes.” Donna stretched out her hand for you and pulled you after her. „I hope they’ll like me,” she pondered while loading the suitcases in the trunk. „They will absolutely love you, trust me,” you said and helped her closing up.

The ferry was crowded as usual and you two barely had enough space so Donna demanded you to sit on her lap. „I hope we’re gonna catch our flight,” the woman mumbled and nervously checked her wristwatch. „Don’t sweat it, we’re gonna make it on time it’s still early,” you cackled, knowing that she was nervous. The ferry sailed over the water just as gracefully as a bull in a china shop. When the ferry reached the mainland, Donna and you quickly rushed to a cab and drove to the nearest airport. The sky was flawlessly blue, not a cloud could be seen.

Not a lot of people decided to fly to England on that day, you could count 17 people at the checkpoint. In the meantime Donna was a nervous wreck, the woman constantly fidgeted with the keychains. „Ew your hands are sweaty,” you joked when you took hers in yours, „don’t be afraid, I’m with you the whole time.” Donna forced a smile on her face then followed you on the airplane. It wasn’t a long flight, maybe four or five hours. The start was a rough patch, Donna’s anxiety of flying was at its highest and she was seemingly about to throw up. Luckily you could talk her down and she soon fell asleep.

Arriving in London Southend, which was close to your parent's house, your girlfriend's nerves seemed to be calmed and you almost thought she’d taken something. „Let’s get out of here, my brother’s gonna pick us up,” you declared as both of you got your luggage. „He’s very much into cars and all that stuff, so if he’s annoying you just tell him to shut up, I do this every time.” „Oh I hope it’s not getting too complicated so that I can keep up,” she stifled a laugh and cheerily followed you along to the exit. As usual, your brother couldn’t shut up about the new cars he is about to tune, but luckily the ride was only about 40 minutes.

Your father was fascinated by Donna, the two of them got along quite well and even your mother seemed to approve of your choice this time. There have been a few women she wasn’t fond of, almost hated them and in retrospect, she was right about them. As it got darker outside, your father's guests said their goodbyes and left one by one until only the five of you were left at the table. „We’re gonna go to bed, it’s getting late and I’ve got work tomorrow,” your father declared and clapped his hands on both of his legs before getting up. „Yeah me too,” your brother said.

„Wanna sit in front of the fireplace for a while?” you asked as all of them were gone. „Absolutely.” „Thanks for coming, I was afraid you wouldn’t like my family because of how crazy they are sometimes,” you whispered when you draped a blanket over the both of you. „They’re all lovely people, I’m happy they don’t seem to hate me,” Donna joked. „They don’t, they love you but maybe not as much as I do,” you sweet-talked. Her finger booped your nose before she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. „Can I hold your hand?” she quietly asked. You nodded, feeling her soft palms against yours was enough to make you feel safe. While you sat there watching the fire die out, the grip around Donna got tighter, fearing she’d be gone as soon as the sun rises. But she wasn’t, she was still there in the morning and the morning after and so on. You were happy with her, happier than you would’ve imagined.

* used a poem from atticus

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magnumdays · 2 years

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Magnum PI 4.14 - Run Baby Run review

We got our sparing session!

I’ve waited four years for this and I WANT MORE OF IT!!!

(”You touched me first! In fact you’re still touching me!”

“I did not touch you. I would never touch you.”

“Why? Is it not a dream?“

“Touché”)

I can’t believe Magnum brought up the DREAM!!! Like is that something he does now?

(Also double meaning on the touché because that’s a fencing term right?)

Anyhow, this to me was better than the dream/boat one and is is ranking number two on my hot Miggy scenes this season (kiss, despite it not being ‘them’, is still taking first) because I just love the energy of it. It’s so them and 100% real (not a dream or fantasy) and so sizzlingly hot.

(So anyone wanting to upload the full scene…tag me please so I can download it and keep it in my ‘having a bad day I need to be cheered up’ clips.)

I’m so glad Perdie’s got to use some of previous fencing experience (from Penny Dreadful) but still cool they learned to fence believably and stuff. (By believably I meant in a way that was incredibly hot and I believed it and I don’t really care about the rest of it..)

Magnum and Higgins talking about Lia being cold/hurting, Lia herself noticing it, IDK, felt kind of like a little on the nose. Like what did you expect? The part where Juliet is all “it only hurts because it mattered” os also a little tiny bit hypocritical because neither Lia and Thomas were all that serious (or so it seemed) even though they clearly liked each other.

I’m maybe glad Juliet and Lia are going to be friends now(?) As long as it’s as painfully clear (as I felt it was today) that it’s with Magnum her loyalties lies, always and completely. So I approve of them keeping Lia around though the relationship with Thomas is over. Points on that.

I’m not sure if Juliet was too happy at the end there about having accepted a drink with Lia though… I think she might have preferred another one with Thomas.

(Who could say no to this view?)

(Sorry. I mean this view…)

Still, is Juliet being very avoid-y lately?

Even if she did have a previous engagement here and not just making things up (like Higgy, we all know you didn’t actually need to check the books that exact minute in 4.13…) like she maybe trying to keep her distance? Which is stupid and never gonna work as they seemingly have to keep bantering to the very last moment of leaving each others sight. How you plan to avoid him when all you want to do is snog him?

Anyways, I feel like while I like if they’re really keeping Lia is around, I’d have preferred some more organic bonding betwen the girls.

Like having a scene of Lia mentioning needing to go for a long run or to yoga or something and that being something rather than going for a drink they might share? IDK, while they do have a bit in common, at this point I’m not 100% feeling the friendship. We shall see if this is the end of it and it was just to smooth out the whole ‘post-dating-awkwardness’ or if they actually gonna let the girls be buds!

That’s about it on the Miggy/Higgy(Lia) but this week - so onto the case!

Bail bonds guy buddy need help finding a skip.

Said skip turns out to have been a CI for a shady cop who also knocked her up… it’s kind of weird when you write it like that. But it works.

Rick and Magnum team up, fun! Magnum shooting a bunch of cops with arrow...I mean, I’m down for it. Bad ass I’m-Robin-Hood Magnum is always a good time.

Rick getting to hang with the pregnant lady and being all Braxton Hicks contractions was precious - but I’m still a little shook about the time from ‘perfectly fine’ to ‘baby there’ I mean, good for her, but seriously isn’t like first time births like at least 12h of labor from around where your water breaks? She went from 0 cm dilated to 10 in like an hour :O

(Sorry, just me getting hung up on pointless details.)

I did love that as the shady cop died, the last thing he got to hear was his son’s crying and knowing he’d never ever even get to see the baby he planed to steal. I’m a vindictive SOB when it comes to baby stealing so I appreciated that and I’ll forgive the speedy baby arrival for it.

Now, onto maybe my favorite parts of this episode: TC and Cade.

Like these two just break my heart and make me feel like all warm and fluffy inside at the same moment.

TC makes him hold a sign! It’s so adorable! And he’s like ‘got a snack?’ and while Cade is trying to be all cool, he’s really happy someone cares enough to do dorky things like this. And he liked school!!! I want Cade and Higgy and TC making a project for the science fair next season! Please! Pretty please!

And then we got the whole “looking for Cade’s mom” (which would not normally have been given to a homicide/major crimes cop, but we’re assuming Gordon jumped on it to help TC and Cade out) and we all start off just wanting them not to find out anything about her or maybe even for her to be dead or permanently out of Cade’s life. Because just like TC said at the end, he was more worried about Cade being out of his life.

But then we learn she didn’t actually abandon him (she still not winning mom of the year) but died several years ago - assuming the same or around the time she actually abandoned Cade and he started living on the streets. And it’s pretty danged heartbreaking because how sad is that? Like Cade spent all this time thinking he’d been abandoned when his mom was actually dead?

But knowing that is just as bad and it was just really sad and I love my best guys so much and I feel so bad for both Cade and TC!

Anyhow, yeah, I really liked this episode. Only things that could have made it better would have been a rematch of the fencing or Higgy staying for the wine there at the end. But we can’t have everything in the world. So yeah, I’m a happy camper. And hugely looking forward to next week.

Though the whole ‘poisoned, got x hours to live’ is kind of wack, because in real life that’s not how poisons work. Nor antidotes (mostly you need to give them pretty quick, not 7 ½ hours in when you’re nearly dead. At least from what I remember when I was researching poisons for a fic). Still, can’t argue with how fun of a trope it is so I’m still looking forward to it!

(Also, I dreamt we got a Miggy kiss next week, which honestly would be so fitting with the whole “I’ve got an hour left to live, this is the thing I don’t want to die without having done”. But yeah, don’t think we’ll get the Big Damned Kiss until last episode of the season or even next. A girl can dream though.)

(Last note: what the heck Tumblr? I’ve had to shift stuff around like a gazillion times because my thing won’t save. Is this to make me use your “shiny new post editor” which I don’t like?)

#magnum PI #magnum x higgins #Magnum PI 4.14 #Magnum PI 4.14 review #Magnum PI my review #miggins #maggins #miggy #Thomas Magnum #Juliet Higgins

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Grenade (BakugouXReader)

A fic inspired by a Bruno Mars song 'Grenade' I had this idea for a while, and I figured I should post this before uploading a new chapter of my fic series. So feel free to listen to Grenade while reading this, because I listened to it constantly while writing this haha. I had fun while writing this sooooo...

Enjoy Homies!

Bakugou and you were dating ever since the end of your first year, how the time passed quickly. Now you were 3 months away from graduation. Being in Yuuei was one hell of a rocky ride. You were studying late into the night in your dorm room, when you heard your phone buzzed; a sign that a text came in. It was a weekend and most of your classmates and friends don't just randomly text you, instead they just burst into your room. You froze as soon as you saw the message, not only that but the picture attached to it.

It was a photo randomly taken, the subjects of the photo surely didn't know that they were seen. The picture may be poorly taken but you recognized who was in the picture. Oh, how you knew them well, the spiky ash blonde that you usually ran your fingers with, those beautiful ruby eyes that looked at you with so much love; but it wasn't you in his arms in the picture, it wasn't you that he had locked lips with. Instead, it was his fellow red eyed best friend. It was the friendly sharp-toothed Kirishima, the Crimson Riot fanboy. The one who he saw as his equal...

Your whole body trembled, you can barely comprehend what you were seeing. Jaw clenched so tight it might as well be broken, your eyes watered as you continued to read what was in the message, 'Do you know what your boyfriend does every time he trains with him? Do you know how long?' You couldn't recognize the contact for it was an unsaved one. Putting your phone down, you basked in the sudden realization. It all made sense now, all of the sudden canceling of plans to 'TRAIN', all the 'STUDY SESSIONS' without the whole friend group, all those lingering looks and touches between the two, and OH GOD...

The time when the first of you both kissed, you remember now... It was when the class had its second Christmas party, Bakugou and you were under the mistletoe, he held your face with such warmth as you both leaned in you closed your eyes basking in the feeling of your heart fluttering. His soft lips captured yours, his sweet caramel scent invaded your senses; it startled you and it made you flutter your eyes open. It confused you to see his ruby eyes wide open, as he pulled away he smirked at you, and as much as you should've known better your cheeks reddened as the sudden display of affection. As you heard Mina, Kaminari, Sero and your other classmates whooped and cheered; you should've noticed how he wasn't looking at you but the one behind you. The fake redhead that was unusually quiet that time, you should've known really that this whole relationship was too good to be true.

You let out a quiet sob trying to muffle the pitying sound as much as possible by covering your mouth with shaky hands. As much as you wanted to rush over to Bakugou's dorm right now you knew it wouldn't sit well with you, it wouldn't make you feel better, it wouldn't hurt him just as much as it did you. You wish you could just let this go easily and let them be together and move on with your own life. You can't because as much as you would like to think you were not a good person. Staring at the framed picture on your desk, it was a picture that you and Bakugou took on your first anniversary, now you know all those lovesick smiles that he used to give you weren't real. Gripping the frame and throwing it inside the trashcan beside your study desk, you decided, you will have your petty revenge, a small fucking prize for what they put you through.

The next morning you woke up early, eyes puffy as you went down to the common area, you were greeted by Midoriya who was just finished with his morning jog. As soon as he saw your puffy eyes and tired face he made a beeline to you.

"(Y/N)-Chan are you alright?" He had a growth spurt in the last few years so he adjusted himself to be on the same level as your face as he held it in his hands, "Did you cry? Did you not sleep well?"

You struggled not to tear up again, you've cried enough last night. Gulping you muster up a small smile; "Yeah, Midoriya-Kun, I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

And you weren't lying, you couldn't sleep after what you discovered last night. You tried to get to the bottom of what happened and with the sleep, you lost from thinking when did the affair started, you concluded. It started just after Bakugou and you got together to be precise a day after you both got in a relationship. So no, you couldn't sleep well.

You entered the kitchen leaving Midoriya in the living room, a deep sigh left your lips as you made yourself your daily hot drink, leaving the usual caramel syrup untouched on the shelf as it brought up a nasty vile acid coming up your throat. Trudging back to the living room you were greeted by Denki who ran up to you as soon as he saw you take your mug, and as he took a sip he noticed a big difference from the normal drink you make.

"Did you try a new recipe (N/N)? It isn't as sweet anymore!!!"

You forced a small smile on your face, "Yeah, I did I added cinnamon instead of caramel this time." You took back the mug "Why? Is it not good?"

"Oh no, no, I mean it's different but, a good different!"

"Oy Dunce Face! What do you think you're doing bothering my caramel?" The sudden boom of Bakugou's voice made you grip your mug tighter.

Your ash blonde boyfriend hugged you from behind, his arms circled your waist tight as he placed a kiss on your temple. It made your whole body shiver, you didn't feel the usual heart flutters you had when he's around. As you focused on the mug you held you didn't notice how Denki's bright golden eyes darkened as he looked at the arms around you.

"Good morning caramel, how'd you sleep," Bakugou murmured by your ear as he tightened his arms around you.

"I slept wonderfully, Kats." You gently stepped away from his arms, opting to sit on one of the couches.

Bakugou stared at you, barely noticing how your puffy eyes stood out. He didn't question it as Mina came in skipping dragging Kirishima with her. You took a sip out of your mug, the distinct new flavor invaded your taste buds; the rich, creamy liquid that both tasted sweet and spicy at the same time, although not as sweet as when you added caramel. It made you feel better in a way, not tasting the sweetness of the caramel in your mouth. Although, the over-bearing scent of almost burnt caramel invaded your nostrils as Bakugou automatically situated himself closely beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders. It made you want to get away as quickly as possible, but you figured, he deserved this false sense of security first. Denki, on the other hand, took this as a sign to sit on one of the couches, he sat by Sero who you didn't notice until now, he was eyeing your face. Examining your expression, you gave him a bright smile not minding your stinging eyes. Blood rushed in your veins as you kept sipping your drink.

"Guys! I thought of a wonderful idea~!" Mina sang gleefully as she stopped in the middle of the room.

Your other classmates started filing in the room, situating themselves on the couches, others went straight to the kitchen. You perked up, listening to Mina's other magnificent ideas. Uraraka sat by your feet something that occurs usually, she smiled up at you only for her smile to morph into a small frown. You gave her a small smile as you caressed her hair mindlessly. Glancing at Kirishima, he looked like the usual self- you gave him a smile in which he sheepishly returned.

"Why don't we have a Karaoke night later?! It's been a while since we had one!"

As soon as those words came out of Mina's mouth, your eyes widened, a great idea hitting you. This karaoke night will be a night you won't be able to forget;

You cleared your throat, "Mina, that sounds like a great idea!"

"Right?! We could set the machine here, and put a little stage in the middle!" Mina excitedly listed.

"Ooh! Why don't we also put a backdrop using a projector?" Your ears perked up as you hear Tooru suggest.

"That is indeed doable, I'll be on it, Kyouka help me later?" Momo turned to Jirou excitedly

Jirou blushed as she agreed. As you finished your drink you squeezed Bakugou's hand as you stood up. You excused yourself and went straight to the kitchen to wash your mug, a hand tapped your shoulder;

"(N/N)-Chan are you alright?*kero*" It was Tsuyu, her wide doe eyes were filled with worry.

You took a deep breath as you lightly shook your head, "Tsu, can you and Ochaco meet me in my dorm after our training with the girls and Aoyama?"

Tsuyu rarely questions you, so she just nodded with understanding. While you were with the girls and Aoyama were having your scheduled weekend training you couldn't really focus the way you usually do. You stumbled and lost your balance a couple of times and your reaction time wasn't as accurate as it normally does. The Aoyama and the rest noticed how you were acting differently, of course, they did. They thought you were just not feeling it today but when you couldn't evade Mina's attack they knew that something was terribly wrong.

"Chérie are you alright? Do you want to retire early?" Aoyama placed a comforting hand on your arm.

"Yeah, (N/N) you seem exhausted." Ochaco worriedly says. Jirou and Mina exchanged looks but nonetheless, you disregarded it.

You bit your lip, "I guess, I'm not feeling too well..."

"(Y/N) why don't you rest in your dorm. You've trained enough for today. We'll handle this." Momo smiled at you trying to comfort you.

Nodding your head, you agreed and went on your way. As you walked back to your dorm building, you passed by a training hall, its entryway left ajar. Feeling a rush of curiosity you listened in, you could hear two people talking, one was seemingly agitated and the other was annoyed.

"Do you think they know?" A familiar voice voiced out.

The other familiar voice tried to reassure the anxious one, "Of course not! Why would you worry about that Weird Hair?"

"It just feels like they know something?"

"They don't know a thing so stop worrying Eijiro." The voice seemed to be filled with affection.

You took a deep breath and turned away, finally making your way to your dorm. You didn't bother to greet your other classmates that were present in the common area. Changing out of your training clothes your chest heaved, you find it difficult to breathe. It's like the oxygen isn't enough, you took one look at the black shirt on the top of your dresser your anger seemed to be amplified. You took a pair of scissors with the black shirt in hand you started cutting up the shirt, ripping it piece by piece like what they did to your heart. A knock broke you out of your reverie, you couldn't move as you continued to stare at the stray pieces of fabric in your hand, some littered on the ground around you.

"(Y/N)-Chan? Tsu and I he--!" Ochaco busted into the room with Tsuyu, only stopping when she saw what state you were in, "(N/N) what happened!"

Tsuyu and Ochaco frantically looked for injuries on your body, with that you broke down crying. The two girls shared a look of worry as they sat you on your bed. Ochaco sat on your right, Tsu on your left; they were lost they didn't know what happened. Tsuyu took one look at the ripped shirt and realized it was not yours. Ochaco notice how the framed photo that you cherished so much was missing on your desk, her eyes widening at the realization.

"(N/N), what did he do?" Ochaco's came out darkly as she held your crying face in her hands.

Your childhood best friend rarely gets mad but when she did, Ochaco was a force to be reckoned with. Sniffling you told the both of them what you found out last night. Your pink-cheeked childhood friend almost stormed out of your room, but you held her back. Ochaco was seeing red when she saw the picture that was sent to you.

"Ochaco-Chan, calm down let's hear what (N/N) wants to do.*kero*" Tsuyu tried to calm her down.

The night fell, Ochaco and Tsuyu never left your side even when you ate dinner. Bakugou can't seem to approach you since you gave an excuse that you were sick and asked him to leave you alone. Mina and your other classmates started to set up for the karaoke night. Momo and Jirou set up the mini stage and the backdrop. Kaminari, Sero, and Iida were setting up the machine. Tsuyu and Ochaco sat with you on one of the couches, your childhood was eyeing Bakugou discreetly.

Mina and Tooru started passing pieces of paper to your classmates one by one to write their song choices. When you were handed a paper you quickly wrote the song you were planning to sing. As Mina and took a piece of paper from a bowl he announced the first song, thankfully it wasn't yours it was Sero's and Denki's they chose the song 'I know what you did last summer', you managed to laugh since they did their best to exaggerate some movements; something was bugging you though, it was the fact that they were constantly giving pointed looks at Kirishima and Bakugou who was sitting on the couch in front of you...

The rest of your classmates had their turn on singing their heart out, the only people remaining was you, Tokoyami, Ojirou, and Todoroki. Bakugou didn't join because he thought it was stupid, as usual.

Tooru was the one who was going to pick the next singer, "(Y/N)-Chan! It's your turn!"

You were startled, it was now your turn; you gave a look to Ochaco and Tsuyu in which they nodded. Heaving a deep breath you stood up and took the microphone from Tooru. You caught Bakugou's eyes, he gave you a quick smile. He expected you to return it instead you gave a nod to Tsuyu.

Clearing your throat you started to sing, "Easy come, easy go that's how fast you live..." you gripped the mic tighter as you force yourself to sing. "Take, take, take it all, but you never give" All of your classmates felt like something was wrong as soon as you opened your mouth, they could feel every emotion that you utter. It was your quirk after all. To make someone feel something by releasing melodies from your lips.

Your mouth moved, you could practically feel your heart going out of your chest. "Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss Had your eyes wide open, why were they open?" Your eyes were like knives as you gave a sharp look to Bakugou.

You sang the chorus wholeheartedly, voice echoing, reverberating as you put all the searing pain and hurt you felt.

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash you tossed it in the trash, you did to give me all your love is all I ever ask' Cause what you don't understand is

You gave a look to Ochaco as she held your phone tightly, you shook your head subtly enough for her to understand.

I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) you know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, I would go through all this pain take a bullet straight through my brain yes, I would die for ya, baby but you won't do the same...

No, no, no, no

"Black, black, black, and blue beat me 'til I'm numb Tell the devil I said 'Hey' when you get back to where you're from." You could feel it now, your trembling form as your voice shook. "Mad hero, bad hero that's just what you are yeah, you'll smile in my face then train me hard till I pass out." You started to change some of the lyrics, which your classmates who were watching you, somehow heard alarms ringing in their minds.

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash you tossed it in the trash, you did to give me all your love is all I ever ask' Cause what you don't understand is...

Midoriya's eyes were wide as the realization hits him, you noticed his fists were shaking as his fists clenched that his fingernails will leave crescent marks on his palms. Todoroki who was beside him was starting to grasp the situation as he explicitly glared at Bakugou,

Denki and Sero on the other hand looked like they were going to pass out as they tried to not laugh. It was as if they knew an inside joke that the others didn't knew. Mina was fuming though, Aoyama was trying to hold her back trying to calm her down.

As you finished the second set of chorus, you glanced at Kirishima and Bakugou. The faux red head looked pale, Bakugou on the other hand seemed to be in denial.

"If my body was on fire... Ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames" You nodded to Ochaco, she quickly got what you meant,

Staring intently in Bakugou's eyes, you let your voice crack. "You said you loved me, you're a liar. 'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby" It was as if the both of you were in the room alone as if the moment slowed down but it was quickly cut off.

There behind you, the picture that was burned into your mind was put up for all of your class to see... That was enough for Bakugou to rush up to you just to be stopped on the way by Sero and Denki, who both looked angry. Your other classmates were shook, some were utterly disappointed, some were ready to beat someone up.

But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh oh, I would go through all this pain take a bullet straight through my brain yes, I would die for ya, baby but you won't do the same no, you won't do the same you wouldn't do the same

Ooh, you'd never do the same.

No, no, no, no oh

"Caramel, please talk to me." Bakugou looked crestfallen, you just stared at him all emotions gone from your body.

"Bakugou, what the hell did you do?" Midoriya's voice was heavy and dark as he made his way to the crowd you were in. He didn't call him 'Kacchan' anymore, it made your hair raise on its ends. The green eyed cinnamon roll you saw earlier in the morning were just a thing of the past.

"Fuck off, Deku!" Bakugou desperately tried to get to you but was constantly stopped by Denki and Sero.

"I believe, (N/N) doesn't want you to come near her." Todoroki just wanted to pummel Bakugou right then and there, but he knew it wouldn't do well.

Kirishima on the other hand has tear stained cheeks as he said sorry to you, he tried to hold your hand. "(Y/N) we didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. "

"We are through Bakugou. Don't you dare talk to me. I'm done with you." You voiced out icily,

"And Kirishima, good luck with him, you're good together." You turned to the other red eyed male with the same cold voice.

With that you left the common room. The remaining months till your graduation the two tried to approach you but, every time they did they were stopped by the girls or by you other classmates. The class seemed to be working together to not let Bakugou and Kirishima have a chance to talk to you. And it worked, you graduated without ever speaking to the two of them.

Part 2 anyone? XD Let me know if you want one hehe. And please tell me what I can improve on. Thank you!

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years

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Glimpses: Part 9 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Are you... finally having a date?

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey y’all! Again, I apologize for the delay but uni didn’t allow for me to have some free time to write. I’ll try to upload something earlier next week and hope you enjoy the new chapter until then! xxx

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“Wish I could've seen your beautiful face on my screen tonight, sweetheart.“ You stare at your phone. Is she… flirting? By now it’s too late, so you can’t ask Alex for help since she is already sound asleep on her side of the world. You ruffle your hair and let your head fall to the back to look at the ceiling. Taking in a deep breath, you close your eyes and consider your options. Tonight, it’s only you, your phone and Kathryn.

Unsure of what to do, you opt for the safer way and start a conversation rather than flirt with her right away, because honestly, you don’t even know what to do. “You know, we all actually hoped you guys would be able to see us, too.“

You are not sure if you blew it with that, but then again it’s not like you and Kathryn haven’t talked about things the fans think before, not that you are not one of them, but that’s a different story. She takes a while to respond and you throw your phone on the bed before lying down on your back.

Looking up at the stars on your ceiling, you reflect on what happened within the last week until your phone lights up again. You lie there for a short while waiting for Kathryn to respond and think about what plans you have for the rest of the week. You train of thought gets stopped when your phone lights up. You turn to your side to look at it and realize it lit up, yes, but this time there is no new message. Instead, additionally to lighting up, your phone starts to vibrate as hold it in your hand - a familiar face looking right at you. Yours. She is calling you. KATHRYN. On Facetime.

Shocked as you are, you throw your phone across the room and as you try to catch it you hit it again, which only makes it fly further away. You immediately jump after it and fall from your bed in the process, taking a tumble before rolling off on the floor. Typical you and you would roll your eyes at yourself right now, if only you weren’t so busy reaching out for your phone.

For a moment, you think about how you could’ve hit your head pretty hard just a second ago, but somehow your body went into god mode and you managed to roll off pretty quickly. Phone in hand you are lying on the floor, all sprawled out as the time runs out to pick up the call. Gladly, you remember you should and take it as you still lie on the floor.

“Kathryn?“, you try to catch your breath. “Sweetheart, HEY!“, you catch a glimpse of her as you’re getting up to sit on your chair and hear her laugh. “What exactly are you doing, Y/N? You look… You are a mess, honey! WHAT HAPPENED?“

You immediately stop in your motion and look at her while running a hand through your hair trying to look more presentable. “I…“, you stutter. “I… I.. My phone… Floor. I had to… It’s…“

“Sweetheart you gotta take a breath for me now.“, she looks at you concerned.

“Yes, thank you Kathryn, yes. Hello there! I’m sorry. I might’ve hit my head actually. I’m not sure.“ She smiles once again while she is looking at you with her warm, blue eyes, as she gives you another minute to calm down after you ramble. “Well, I’m glad I get to see you now. I hate those one sided video things, especially since I’ve missed your face.“ She winks.

“You saw me like… 5 days ago. You’ll live.“ You can’t help but laugh at her antics once again and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment until she breaks it. “Anyway, I am calling because I wanted to know if you will come and spend some time in my garden again this weekend.“ The words leave her mouth and you hear her but your brain seems unable to comprehend what is being said. How can this be your life right now?

While you are caught up in your thoughts Kathryn continues talking. “I promise this time we’ll stay at my place. No surprise gigs or anything to attend. Just the gals hanging out.“ You want to ask her if this is a date, you really do, but you can’t get yourself to be bold like that. Instead you just shoot her a wide smile as she waits for your answer and nod. “Yes! Absolutely! I mean… We never got to finish that bottle of wine we opened, so…“

Now it’s her turn to nod and you both fall silent again. Even though you are fully comfortable sitting in silence and just spending time with her in real life, it feels different on Facetime. Kathryn seems to notice rather quickly and breaks the silence again.

“Well, Sweetheart. I’ll let you go because I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. I will send you details for the weekend as soon as I know what my schedule looks like and then I’ll have Peter pick you up again?“

“That sounds amazing!…“ And you should've stopped there but at the same time you feel a little adventurous, so you throw a common phrase in there that Alex uses any chance she gets. Realizing you could always say you don’t mean it that way makes it even easier - after all Kathryn doesn’t know you actually do. “It’s a date!“

Her smile turns into a wide grin. “It’s a date. I’ll see you on Saturday then.“

“Not if I see you first.“

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You don’t see her first. Kathryn would never admit it, but she is in fact very nervous and paces up and down the house waiting for you. She fully cleaned all of it last night already, knowing that you would come over today.

When she hears Peter and you arrive with the car, she walks up to the front door immediately and opens it right as you exit the car. You're wearing a flow-y summer dress again and your hair falls your shoulders in beautiful curls. A pair of sunglasses is propped up on top of your head and she can see you squinting your eyes against the sun.

Kathryn is leaning against the door frame as Peter sees you off and the two of you laugh about a dad joke he makes. She likes how you get along with everyone around her so well and her heart skips a beat as you turn around and your eyes meet. She is beautiful. A dark green pantsuit, that Kathryn combined with a white shirt (including the rolled up sleeves, of course), is hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her hair is in its usual curly mess and slowly moves in the wind as a fresh breeze hits her face.

Faster than anticipated you make your way up to her and wrap her up into a hug that, according to your consideration, is a little bit longer than a usual hug. She holds onto you just as tight and her hand wanders up to the back of your neck. When you finally let go of earth other you forget to put distance between your bodies again, so you find yourself just a couple inches away from her face once again.

“You look… stunning.“ She says as her hand softly pushes back a strand of hair behind your right ear.

“THANK YOU!“, you say in a high pitched voice as your eyes widen because of how embarrassing that voice raise was. “You look beautiful as always yourself, Kathryn.“

The smile on her face tells you that the compliment is sitting very well with her and you decide to keep a bit of the mystery, so you brush against her as you walk inside the house and make your way to the door thats leading to the garden.

Stunned, Kathryn stays in the doorframe for a moment before following you out onto the patio. She reaches you before you can reach the seating area because you purposefully strolled a little and appreciated the beauty of her backyard.

“I love your dress! That color and fit is just… you look beautiful, Y/N.“ You blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she has just caught up to you. The two of you have reached the couch and she offers you to sit first and makes sure you have a drink and everything you need before she makes herself comfortable. Just like last time, she sits down across from you first, keeping the mystery and all.

The Kathryn you get to meet now is not that much different from the Kathryn you met within the last two weeks. She is funny and open and, if anything has changed, then it is the fact that she is much more relaxed without all the other people around.

As she tells you about her latest interview fails and gives you inside on her life, you can’t help but fall for her a little more, especially whenever she throws her head back as she laughs wholeheartedly.

When it’s your turn to tell stories, you tell her about your childhood hobbies and how does might effect your future. She is very interested in arts and you immediately agree to meet up again to create something together. Talking about how you spend your free time, you finally mention Alex and talk about how fast she became your best friend. Just as always, she makes you feel like you are the most important person on the planet as you talk and somehow you feel like Alex becomes important to her as well, the moment you talk about how important she is to you.

With every glass she pours, Kathryn scooches a little closer to you until your knees nearly touch. Whenever you laugh about a joke, she reaches out to put her right hand on your leg and as you finish the first bottle of wine and she decides to order pizza as the sun starts to set, she plops down right next to you after getting the menu off the kitchen table.

Being fully comfortable with her now, you let yourself sink into her shoulder as the two of you browse the pizza names to see what you want to order. Luckily, you make a decision rather quickly while Kathryn needs some time, so you can enjoy the moment of closeness for a little while longer.

For the very first time, you realize how good her hair smells and how calming her aura is. You close your eyes to take it all in and smile to yourself about the sheer happiness that you are feeling in this very moment.

Kathryn notices how calm you have gotten and leans back as her left arm sneakily finds its way across your shoulder to hold you close to her. Leaning back into the couch, she pulls you with her and the both of you sit in silence as you listen to her heartbeat.

After a while, you hear a deep growl and Kathryn gets startled out of her meditational state. “Oh I’m sorry! I must be hungrier than I thought I am.“

She takes out her arm from behind you again and reaches for the menu and her phone to call the delivery service. When the pizza arrives and she comes back from the front door, she sits down on the other side of the couch once again and you immediately miss being by her side.

The pizza is nice, maybe even the best pizza you’ve had from any delivery service before, and by the time you finished eating, the sun has fully set. Not sure how she is going to react, you fiddle with your fingers for a moment before making a proposal.

“I.. actually arranged something. I looked up Peter’s agency and asked for his number and asked him if he could take us somewhere tonight. I mean.. If you’d wanna go?“

Once again speechless, Kathryn looks at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as her face is beaming from excitement. “Absolutely! Do we… need anything or are we good to go right away?“ It’s nice that she wants to help, but she doesn’t have to. Alex and you have planned for this very moment all week and talked it all through several times, so that Peter and you could arrange the surprise for Kathryn.

You help her up from the couch and lead her back into the house, where a filled basket, that has magically appeared, is waiting at the front door. Peter is already waiting in the car ready to take you to the stars.

It’s a rather short drive as he takes you to a little meadow on a hill where you can look over Los Angeles in between rocks and trees and actually see the stars as well. Naturally, he stays in the car and ready a book as the two of you walk up to the corner of the hill, where a small spot suggests that lots of couples have spent some time there.

“This is perfect, Y/N. I….“ She looks at you before looking up at the night sky and stops talking as she feels your eyes on her. Your fingers on the blanket are close enough to hers that you can feel her warmth and you slowly move them closer. Neither of you breaks eye contact as your hands touch and a tingles move through all of your body.

You bite the inside of your lower lip in anticipation as you cup her hand with yours completely. Giving it one last squeeze, you let go and cup her face instead. Slowly, you move closer until you can feel her breath on your lips. Looking into her eyes for one last time, you overcome the remaining inches and capture her lips in a longing kiss as your hands find their way into her long hair.

Leaning into the kiss with a little too much force, combined with the fact that she is so focused on the way you make her feel, makes her lose balance and she falls backwards onto the blanket. Before you can do anything about it, you find yourself on top of Kathryn who is grinning and goes in for yet another kiss. Now she is the one who is holding onto you and her hands glide all over your body as she takes no measures to get you off of her.

You make out with her in that position for a short moment, before she stops in her tracks. “We can’t. Not like that. Not out here. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.“

“Oh no, don’t be sorry. You are absolutely right.“ You smile and kiss her shortly for one last time before getting off of her. “Let’s go back home? It’s getting rather cold anyway.“

“Home? Are you… Staying over tonight?“ She looks at you, unsure of what to expect.

For a moment you consider if you should play it save, but thinking about everything that happened tonight, you decide to go into full offense and shoot your shot while you wink at her. “Well, Ms. Hahn. Seems like you are asking me to stay, so I might as well.“

She looks at you and you can tell she is biting her lip before she looks back at the lights in front of her as she grabs your hand. “Please stay, Y/N. I would love that.“

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calummss · 3 years

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The Draught Of Secret Affection | Harry Potter

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summary: you are best friends with ron and spend most of your time together, but it seems that someone is envious of what you two share

words: 1.5K

requested by: @frost-queen

a/n: re-uploading

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry has been your home for almost six years. Never in a million years would you have thought this place to feel so much like home than it has. You vividly remember your mum handing you the Platform 9¾ ticket, and running through the King’s Cross Station wall. When the train finally left the station, all compartments were full and there was no free seat in sight, until you came across two boys.

‘Do you mind?’ you asked. ‘Everywhere else is full.’

‘Not at all.’ the black haired boy smiled, scooting over.

You sat down next to him. ‘My name’s Y/N Y/L/N.’

‘I’m Ron Weasley.’

‘And I’m Harry. Harry Potter.’

And that’s how you met them. Harry and Ron have been your closest friends since, though you’d say you were a bit closer to Ron. You did everything together: copied each other’s homework (which earned you a ‘Hermione side-eye’, studied, went to Hagrids etc. You were inseparable since day 1.

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‘Hey Y/N, wait up!’ you heard Ron call after you. ‘Looks like we’re both late for Potions.’ he snickered.

‘That would be correct Ronald and I’m trying to not make it later than we already are.’

The two of you were scurrying down the empty hallways trying to get to Snape’s dungeon in time; which was useless because when you stepped down the dusty stairwell, you could see that all students had already entered the classroom.

‘Oh for god’s sake.’ you cursed.

You knocked on the old wooden door and opened it to see Professor Snape already starting with their lesson.

‘Nice of you two to finally join us. Tell me—where you trying to be punctual or did you just decide to cut time on your Potion?’

‘I’m so sorry Professor.’ you said.

Ron was quiet. This would get him in trouble…, you forcefully but unobtrusively stepped on his foot earning a small yelp.

‘Yes Professor, we really didn’t mean to.’ he winced out in pain.

You scanned the dungeon to see Harry waiting at your usual seats. You gave him a quick but confused smile, moving your lips to mouth ‘thank you’.

‘I suppose you’ll be able to find your seats, Ms Y/L/N and Weasley…’

‘Yes Professor.’ you both muttered before wiggling your way through the back row.

You grabbed your book and quill, and placed them onto the table, grinning.

‘What?’ Ron asked.

‘Nothing, I just thought it was funny.’

The two of you shared a laugh before you noticed Harry staring.

‘Is there something on my face, Harry?’

‘Oh, no…, I’m sorry I just zoned out I guess.’ he smiled, turning his body towards the front of the class.

Something has been off with Harry for weeks and you had no idea why. He looked angrier than usual. You suspected it to be because Dumbledore but you weren’t too sure. Who knows what he was dealing with.

‘Now in the next two weeks we’ll be making the Draught of Living Death. I’ve decided to make this a partner project, meaning you may choose your partners. At the end of the lesson you’ll bring the potion to my desk and name your partner. Any questions? No? Good. Start working.’

You lowered your head to the desk in annoyance, ‘Oh come on. The Draught of Living Death? Couldn’t we make something nice like ‘Amortentia’? Does Hogwarts always have to be this dark?’

You stared over at Ron with thin lips. Ron stood up and walked towards the potions cabinet grabbing everything the two of you would need.

‘Do you want to be partners?’ Harry hesitated.

‘Sorry Harry, I’m already working with Ron. Maybe you could ask Hermione. I’m sure she’s a way better partner than I am.’

‘Yeah, ask Hermione.’ he muttered to himself, getting up and waddled to Hermione with all his belongings.

‘What was that about?’ Ron reappeared with full arms.

Carefully placing the items onto the chair, you grabbed the cauldron and started lining up the ingredients.

‘I don’t know.’ you shrugged, glancing over to Hermione and Harry, who quickly looked away. ‘I didn’t say anything wrong did I?’

‘Not to my knowledge no.’

‘Well we better start working, otherwise Snape will have another reason to hate us.’ you huffed, grabbing the infusion of Wormwood.

You continued your potion until class was over. Ron was out the door in a second, leaving you to bring the potion to Snape. You quickly said both your and Ron’s names and headed outside to the courtyard with Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting.

‘Are we ready to go to Hagrids then?’ you smiled, trotting over the wet plaster stones.

‘Actually,’ Hermione stepped forward. ‘I was thinking that Ron and I could go to Hagrids and help him out, whilst you and Harry could continue to find some stuff on potions in the library?’

Harry’s head turned to Hermione in an instant.

‘Okay, well, are you sure?’ you chewed your lip.

‘Yes, yes, now go. We need the information at dinner time.’

And with that they left. You stared at your feet, feeling awkward. It seemed like Harry wasn’t fond of you. Maybe he d-

‘Coming?’ Harry snapped you out of your thoughts.

‘Of course.’ you smiled again, catching up with him.

Harry and you spent the afternoon in the back row of the library. Every once in a while the two of you let out a rather loud laugh, causing Ms Pince to snap at you.

‘Hey Y/N.’

‘Yes?’ your eyes glanced up from the big book you were currently invested in.

‘I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner today.’

You tilted your head. ‘We always sit together, Harry.’ you chuckled. ‘Do you want to trade places with Ron?’

‘No, not like that,’ he started. ‘I mean, if I could organise a dinner for just us, would you be interested in coming?’

‘I mean, yes of course. Is there any reason ‘why’ or…?’

‘I just thought it could be fun.’

‘I like the idea, do I get to know when and where?’

‘Meet me outside the kitchens at 6:30pm. I’ll be waiting for you there.’

You gave him a bright smile and continued your reading, head buzzing with questions about the weird conversation you were just engaged in.

You soon finished your reading and headed to the common room, stomach churning. You had no idea what to expect. You’ve always had a fondness for Harry but never would you have thought that he would ask you out on a date. Well, he didn’t say ‘date’ but it sounded like it. I mean which pair of friends eat dinner alone? Specifically asking not to eat with the others? You were sure something was going to happen. Your mind pondered with questions until you checked the time. 6:25pm—SHIT. You sprinted across the common room, down the stairwells and through the corridors to see Dobby standing in front of the door.

‘Dobby? Where’s Harry?’ you turned your head in every possible direction. Still panting you placed your hands onto your knees trying to catch your breath.

‘He’s inside waiting for you.’ his high pitched voice cheered.

He opened the door and through the dimly lit room you were able to see Harry standing in front of a set dinner table.

‘Did you do all this?’ you scanned the room in amazement.

‘Yeah.’

He sat you down and poured you a drink before sitting down himself.

‘Actually,’ he stared into the bottom of his goblet. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’

You nodded. At this point you had no idea what was about to happen.

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you this since second year, but you always hang out with Ron, I barely had a chance to do this properly…’

‘Harry, what on earth are you trying to tell me? You don’t like Ron anymore? But I thought he wa-‘

‘No! What? Of course not! It’s about you.’

‘About me? What have I done?’ you furrowed your eyebrows.

‘God,’ Harry mumbled under his breath.‘It’s not that.’

‘Not what?’

‘I like you, okay!’ Harry blurted.

You said nothing.

‘I’ve liked you for four years now, and I can’t pretend like I don’t feel anything, but you’re always around Ron and you barely pay attention to me when he’s around. Besides, you know Ron...he likes to make fun of me and I just needed this (he scans the room with his eyes) to be serious.’

‘Harry, I don’t know what to say,’

‘You don’t have to say anything, it’s stupid a-‘

‘Harry! Please let me finish!’

Harry sat back in his chair, trying to ease himself.

‘I thought you stopped liking me because of how you acted the past weeks, and it was so unlike you, but I understand now. You are jealous.’

Harry opened his mouth but you stopped him before he could say anything.

‘And before you interrupt me again.’ you stated, getting up from the chair and walking towards Harry. ‘I like you too.’

Harry’s went wide and his cheeks glowed a pale pink.

‘You do?’

‘I do.’

You placed your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was soft, yet full with energy. You broke the kiss and stared into his blue eyes.

‘I do.’

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Chapter 68: December

Hey guys, welcome back. As you can tell by the title, we have a very special rant in store. As you guys may know, this rant series is meant to be about me catching up with BCB and where it’s been going recently, and give my thoughts about it. But today we are going to be doing something a little different, instead we are going to go back. And I mean WAY back. To one of if not the most notorious, the most infamous chapter in all of Bittersweet Candy Bowl. That’s right boys and girls…

WARNING: Very long Tumblr breaking rant below the break.

If you’re wondering why I’m doing this, it’s mostly because I wanted to do another Let’s Rant video but most of the boys don’t know about BCB. So when I made comparisons to December, they didn’t really understand what I was talking about. And I know that some of you new viewers may not understand why people hate December as much as we do. To really understand, you must put yourself in the shoes of a dedicated reader. Back to the year of 2011, a simpler time. A dark time. And we start off with one of my personal favorite pages in Bittersweet Candy Bowl.

SNOW. FUCKING SNOW!

FUCK. YEEEAAAAAAAH! LET’S HEAR IT FOR FUCKING SNNNNNNOOOOOWWWWWWWW!

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Alright that may seem like an over reaction, but let me set the stage for you alright, because at the time that this chapter came out I was a dedicated reader. And I mean full blown fan, waiting for the hour to change to read the pages as they came out. And at this time, Taeshi was going through a real rough time and it was quite apparent to everyone who was in the community. The plot seemed to stagnate, and there wasn’t much happening. Taeshi’s behavior had grown very strained and it was the common consensus that she needed to take a break.

So she did, and in order to take a break the upload schedule turned to two pages a week… The problem was that up to this point, Bittersweet Candy Bowl was uploading on an every other day upload schedule. Now the problem that comes when you slow down your schedule like that, is that it’s meant to be temporary, or that you compensate that with content in the pages and chapter that makes the wait more bearable or at least less tedious…

Now with all that in mind. Imagine if you will, that you had to wait 4 days for a new page to start a new chapter, and you were greeted by…

FUCKING SNOW! And a dread filled your heart as you realized you’d have to stare at snow for another full 2 days before you could look at something else, and hope that it’s more interesting than fucking. Snow.

The next page does not disappoint though, because now we actually have characters! And dialogue!

And look a joke, haha! Except

Look at all the characters in this page. You got Daisy, you got Paulo, you got abbey, you got David, you got sir Noodles, and you got a reinforcing action to remind us about how Abbey and Paulo’s relationship is.

Guess how how many or which of these characters actually matter in this chapter or have an effect on it. Can you guess?

Yup, yeah that’s right none of em. Not a single fucking one of these characters matter. Not a single fucking thing in this page fucking matters at all, it barely even constitutes as a set up for the rest of the chapter. Congratulations, we just wasted a week of your time. Actually I was wrong, you know what the one and only thing that this page does that means anything?

There! That one fucking line. You waited a whole fucking week to digest two pages and all it really tells you that you didn’t know is what FUCKING TIME IT IS! EXCEPT EVEN THAT IS TOLD TO YOU

BY THE TITLE OF THE FUCKING CHAPTER! I am losing my shit this early because I want to make it abundantly clear just how infuriating this chapter was to read. This was when I realized we were in for a LONG ride. To better understand this, the chapters that preceded this one were centered around Lucy’s slow decline into depression, after her friendship with Mike had become fractured leading to her isolating (or at least distancing herself) from Mike (and the rest of the gang by proxy). This chapter was billed to be the culmination of all that fallout, which makes this pacing SO GRATING.

Thankfully page 3 actually does have characters that matter, and it actually is a set up for what the chapter is going to be centered around which is the kids working on a World War 2 Essay.

And we finally get a bit of substance to sink our teeth into! But before we go any further I should tell you a bit about my. Man. Mike. So Mike is a moody bitch. I talked a bit about what happened to Lucy, but Mike despite literally NOTHING happening to him directly since then aside from the rest of the gang not understanding why he wanted to separate from Lucy is still being moody and bitchy. And here we see him reach PEAK MOODY MIKE!

Haha that’s an actually good joke. I appreciated that when it came out.

And so, because Mike is being a moody bitch he ends up sealing his fate and is paired with Lucy. And for a second here, I had hope. Since Taeshi is pretty much declaring how frustrating and stupid Mike’s moodiness has been for the past number of chapters. Also while we’re here, I’d like to point out how everyone in this page apparently got their arm lopped off. I mean look!

At least Lucy was able to find her right arm at the end there. But also, look at Abbey!

Oh look at him, you can see how he cares about Mike’s position on distancing from Lucy! Awww such a good friend. Oh he’s definitely not going to make a heel turn and accuse others of not caring about Mike!

I am so glad I saved that image.

Anyway the next page is Mike and Lucy deciding to go to the library to work on the essay.

And then the page after that is Lucy trying to make an effort to ease the awkwardness, while Mike gives her the cold shoulder. Congratulations. We have spent a week, walking to the fucking library.

The monotony is broken up though, as we get to see that Augustus is at this library.

It doesn’t stop the back and forth that we just got in the last two pages from continuing though, and as a reminder this is all that we’ve been given to sustain ourselves for three whole weeks!

At least Augustus is able to break up this feet-dragging by giving us SOMETHING different to talk about.

Ooh look, something actually interesting! We get some insight into Lucy and Augustus’ relationship. For context, Augustus has been a very interesting side-character; one of the best. And his relationship with Lucy is a pretty nice one with its own complexities and great chemistry. As I’ve mentioned before, Lucy had spent the last few chapters isolating herself from Mike to try to let things cool off and respect his wishes. In that time, she ended up finding company in Augustus, the resident bad boy. He was suspected of attempted rape on Daisy, but we’re not talking about that.

Well maybe a little.

Lucy expresses what she’s dealing with and like before, she’s trying to find understanding from Augustus.

And he is having NONE OF IT! As someone who actually has serious problems, he calls Lucy out for being a privileged blue-eyed white cat whose only problem in life is being rejected by someone she loves.

But Augustus does give Lucy some advice, in how he sees and deals with his situation. Showing that while he does think Lucy is stupid for even thinking about killing herself over Mike, he does want to help her. It’s just…

He’s wrong. He’s so fucking wrong.

We now know through the power of hindsight, that Abbey and Daisy’s relationship was a total sham! It wasn’t a healthy loving relationship at all! It was all a lie!

GOTTA LOVE THEM RETCONS AMIRITE?!

Nah we haven’t even STARTED to begin.

Anyway, Augustus leaves and we’re back to this bullshit. Now Mike’s not just being moody, he’s being judgy!

Oh no, fuck you Lucy! I don’t want anything to do with you, I want you to be out of my life!

Hey, what are you doing, talking and having a conversation with someone I don’t care about? Stop being such a leech! Just because I don’t want you to be in my life, doesn’t mean you can just go and move on to find company in other people! Why don’t you just die alone and unloved like I tell you to?!

But don’t worry right after, Lucy breaks the ice and gets a smile out of the boy!

It’s a breath of fresh air, and we see the dynamic with the two is still there and-

No, I didn’t buy that when this page came out either. It’s meant to portray that Lucy can make Mike feel better and break him out of his funk, but…yeah at this point I knew better. By the way, it has now been one whole month of December.

And we’re only a third of the way through.

And thankfully we’re out of the library. And even more fortunately…

Taeshi learned that you don’t have to spend two whole updates on moving your characters from one location to the other! She’s learned you can smash two pages together and NOT WASTE YOUR AUDIENCE’S FUCKING TIME!

As for the actual content of this page, Lucy and Mike go to Mike’s house and we get a bit of Lucy interacting with Mike’s family, and how they get along well. Mike’s still moody as ever though, and we get our first glimpse that things aren’t perfect for him. Also

RIP the boy, Chris. he ain’t dead but I do miss him.

Anyway, the two go to Mike’s room to study, and it’s still awkward until Lucy breaks the silence!

Old joke is old, but I love it nonetheless.

Okay, enough foolin’ around. Actually Lucy decides that she’s tired of pussyfooting around, and decides to say, “fuck it” and let off some steam by playing some video games like old times!

Mike is of course denying it and content in stewing in his anger. But lucy is adamant about doing something to break this stupid cycle of drama. I like it. Even though I didn’t buy the bit of Lucy making Mike laugh by showing a funny face, this one I do like. And while some (especially at the time) would point to this as an example of Lucy emotionally manipulating Mike to get what she wants in making him not angry at her, I would say-

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME HAVE THIS ONE, JUST THIS ONCE! I HAVE BEEN SO GOD DAMN CONTENT STARVED, THIS FUCKING DRAMA HAS BEEN GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS! MIKE AND LUCY HAVEN’T TALKED OR ADVANCED THEIR POSITIONS IN MONTHS! LET ME EMBRACE THIS ONE LIGHT IN DARKNESS BEFORE IT IS SNUFFED OUT! LET. ME. HAVE. HOPE.

THANK YOU!

And so after a bit of a timelapse we get to see Mike and Lucy playing together, and how the turns tabled!

It’s great, and we even get a glimpse at how Lucy has been progressing herself. Perhaps the improvement in gaming being a metaphor of her own self-improvement.

We even get a bit of Mike reflecting and thinking how it is nice. And remembering that Lucy isn’t really that bad.

The scene continues, and we get a peek into Mike’s circumstance. As Mike kind of reveals that he himself has felt quite alone without Lucy there. And it’s really touching, it’s good character development.

And Lucy continues to take initiative to stop the awkwardness, by giving Mike a distraction. Not looking to fill the hole in his heart, not looking to force him to accept her. But allowing him to enjoy himself in the moment. It’s nice. It’s…

Really…nice…

Y’know…

It really was nice.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is December.

[redacted due to Tumblr purposes. insert the entire Mike yelling scene from January here]

One month. That’s how long this scene lasted in real-time. Everyone who was a fan in 2011, everyone who had been so deeply invested in these characters watching them grow, interact, struggle, and suffer for years. All of them could only watch for one entire month as Taeshi ripped their hearts out. People defended this scene when it came out. There’s still people who defend this scene to this day, saying that Mike was right. I wasn’t one of those people. When this scene came out, I was shocked. I couldn’t understand what was going on, but I knew it was wrong. It was the first time I ever got into a discussion about BCB, because I just had to understand what the fuck was happening and why. Why is this happening? Why would Mike do this? How is this possible? And the only response I got, was that I just couldn’t understand. And y’know…

They were right. I didn’t understand. I was never really abused as a child. I never had bad friends, or was really bullied (except one time). There was no way I could grasp what the fuck just happened. Which felt so bizarre, because when this chapter came out…I was 15. I was the same age as these characters and I couldn’t fathom doing what Mike just did. I couldn’t imagine any of my friends saying what Mike just said. And yet everyone else seemed to understand, to the point I thought that I was the weird one. Did I just fucking win the social lottery or something and just not have any shitty friends?

Maybe so…But y’know after all these years, stewing and thinking about December which has haunted me as I’m sure it has, many other readers. And after all this time, running it around my head, and arguing about it, I think I finally understand. I get it…I finally get what Mike’s saying here.

That being said, no this scene is still bullshit.

Now let me tell you why.

First of all, look at this face.

Just look at this dopey doe-eyed cute cat right here, BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER SEE THAT AGAIN.

But just to recap, let’s start with the actual preamble to the bullshit. Mike gets a text from Sandy which makes him revert back to his moody Mike self. And I will say at least here, Mike is in character. He’s been a bitch this whole chapter, and he’s just snapping back to it because he is reminded “Oh yeah, Sandy exists!” so he tells Lucy to beat it.

Lucy is understandably frustrated because we were seeming to finally get to a better place between these two characters. And instead of Mike being upfront about what his problem is, he chooses to shutdown the conversation and act like there’s nothing. Or to put it in another way…

So what exactly is causing Mike to revert to his moody mode?

Right, right, of course. It’s because Sandy’s coming! And just to catch up those of us blessed enough to not remember…

This is Sandy. Mike’s long time long-distance girlfriend and central conflict for BCB for the last…well for pretty much most of BCB at this point. Mike loves her, bordering on the point of obsession. To where most of his actions in BCB can be linked directly to Sandy. We’ll get to that later, but this is all you really need to know right now. Just briefly keep it in mind,

Lucy is surprisingly taking it in stride, or at least trying to be supportive of Mike and Sandy’s relationship. Obviously it does hurt her, but she is trying to make the best of it. Taking what Augustus had said to heart, in accepting Mike and Sandy’s relationship but still trying to be there for Mike. Using that to grow and maybe be a stronger person.

But sadly…this is December.

And nothing is allowed to grow in December.

Well…yes. Partly because we were literally told NINE PAGES AGO!

I believe this is what the kids call…gaslighting. But I prefer to call it

BULLSHIT!

But now we’re getting into it…

Let’s dig into the real hard bullshit of December.

You ready?

I’m ready.

Yes, right. Lucy is a bitch who has absolutely nothing for Mike, and never acted like a friend, or god forbid did something selfless for Mike like oh I don’t know…

Risking her life to try to save you from drowning, when she herself couldn’t swim and knew it could very well lead to her death.

Or what about when she was almost raped, and put literally put herself between you and danger!

TWICE! Wait, what the hell? They changed Confrontation! She’s supposed to say…

Because before mike got pinned he was saying…

That was like an actually cool and bad ass line. One of the best moments in BCB, why would you change it? Why would you change it to something as soft as that? And I’m the guy who wrote a comic where the moral of the story is that you can solve everything through the power of friendship!

But I digress. Was Lucy mean to Mike? Yeah. Did she pick on him a lot in the early chapters? Sure! But here’s the thing that people seem to forget about those early volumes…

Mike was kind of a little shit back then!

Lucy often picked on Mike because he was doing something wrong like trying to treat her like Sandy.

And lest you forget, Mike was more than capable of doing the exact same things!

Yes Lucy picked on Mike, but Mike also gave shit to Lucy. They both were active participants in giving shit to one another, but no it’s not bullying. It’s giving someone shit for doing something stupid, to keep them grounded, it’s a form of support that helps to build someone up not just through violent means, but because you care enough to want them to stop being stupid. And as the saying goes, “A good friend will hold you and support you to tell you everything will be okay no matter what. Your best friend, will kick you in the side and tell you to stop being a pussy and get over it.”

BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS FUCKING DO! THEY DON’T LIFT YOU UP! THEY MAKE YOU PICK YOURSELF UP! AND Y’KNOW WHY MIKE IS THINKING THIS WAY? YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP OF THIS BULLSHIT CAKE IS?!

Sandy…

Mother…Fucking…Sandy. Up to this point Sandy herself had little to no presence as a person in this story. I mean she had an effect on a lot of things, but as an actual character we never got to see much of her personality outside of one standalone chapter: To the Top which only served to give us a shallow and basic understanding of her character. But even then, as far as actual personality, writing, hobbies, and chemistry we really didn’t get much at all as far as understanding who she is. The only things we knew for certain was that she’s in a long-term long-distance relationship with Mike. She’s a model. She goes to school. And she’s beautiful. That’s it. But that in and of itself doesn’t make Sandy a bad character. I mean for cryin’ out loud, two my favorite characters that I shoe-horn into all my projects are McCain and Carter. And they’re the most one-note characters in this comic! No, the problem with Sandy isn’t that we don’t know anything about her. It’s that despite us knowing nothing about her, Sandy has her fingerprints on almost every fucking conflict in Bittersweet Candy Bowl. And worse, the only purpose she seems to have on the comic is INFLUENCING MIKE! Let me pull some examples…

Mike and Lucy go on an adventure into the city which fleshes out the inner problems in their relationship.

Because Sandy might be there.

Mike and Lucy are starting to act awkward with each other, and it’s making everyone take notice. Why?

Because Mike is delusional about Sandy.

In the chapter directly after that, Mike is now suddenly obnoxiously happy and giddy, why?

Because he finally got to talk with Sandy!

It’s Christmas time, and Tess is having a party and Mike’s coming, why?

BECAUSE OF FUCKING SANDY!

Mike rebuffs Daisy’s advances during the carnival date…why?

Because of Sandy!

Although, to be fair of course there WAS a lot of other things going on in that scene, primarily Daisy being REALLY pushy, and needy. So it’s not JUST because of Sandy. It was because we just weren’t ready for Slut Daisy. The Free Daisy.

Tess is organizing a group vacation trip to Acapulco!

And what’s this? Mike doesn’t want to go? Is it because he thinks Lucy is gonna go and he wants to separate himself from her? Is it because he’s finally woken up and decided to stand up for himself?!

NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! IT’S BECAUSE OF MOTHER FUCKING SANDY! AND THE WORST PART OF IT ALL, IS THAT NONE OF THESE SCENES ARE EVER DIRECTLY BECAUSE OF SANDY’S ACTIONS AS A PERSON! IT’S LITERALLY JUST BECAUSE SHE EXISTS! YOU COULD MAKE UP ANYTHING ABOUT SANDY, AND SHE WOULD STILL HAVE THE SAME FUCKING IMPACT ON THE STORY THAT SHE HAS HAD UP TO THIS POINT! All that Sandy’s character has been used for is just a means of influencing Mike!

And that’s not a character…that’s a plot device.

And nothing makes that point more clear…than this scene.

We get a scene where Mike is talking with Sandy, and he shows how over and over, Lucy’s jabs and abuses which were played for laughs in Volume 1 apparently were a super serious problem and we should’ve seen them as such. Now as a reader, I didn’t buy that for a fucking second, for reasons I’ve already explained. However, Sandy being on the other side of that long-distance relationship doesn’t fully understand the situation. But still she’s very worried and concerned for Mike, which leads to this.

Sandy making Mike hate Lucy. Some have pointed out that this is actually a good scene. Because here we get to see that Sandy at least cares about Mike. Except that, if you strip away those tears, and all the bullshit. What little characterization we get here, which is shit we already know in Sandy caring about Mike and Lucy’s relationship. Is something we should already know. She’s in a long-term long-distance relationship with Mike SHE FUCKING BETTER CARE ABOUT LUCY! The problem though, is like I said… Sandy isn’t treated like a fucking character. She’s treated like a fucking plot device! If she were an actual character, we should’ve seen her actually have a back and forth with Mike. The whole conversation about Lucy should’ve come up a LONG time ago. Because if she were treated like an actual character with agency…

She would’ve already known this.

You telling me that after how many phone calls, in the time that elapsed between these phone scenes Mike never actually told her about Lucy; the other biggest part of his life?! Did Mike never tell her about the amount of times that Lucy almost died to save his life? Or the amount of times he did the same for her? No! Because that would bring character growth. And we don’t want character growth.

We want to push this narrative! We want to implant these thoughts into Mike. We want him to have a victim complex so that he can do shit like THIS!

We want to push this plot point. And Sandy is the vessel to drive it off the cliff. This is why I fucking hate December. Because worst of all THIS…

Is no longer Mike speaking. This is Sandy’s influence speaking. Now LITERALLY ALL THE FUCKING SHIT THAT MIKE PEDALLED ABOUT NOT WANTING TO BE LUCY’S BABY SITTER AND BULLSHIT, CAN NOW BE ATTRIBUTED TO SANDY INFLUENCING HOW MIKE SEES HIS OWN FRIENDSHIP! And since we don’t have a clear timeframe of where these calls were made, and when exactly Sandy got through to Mike, that means you could pick any time where Mike was being cold or distancing from Lucy and blame it on Sandy! Including…

This scene…

Lest you think characters were the only casualty of December’s nuclear blast, it took with it one of the most emotionally tense and moving chapters of Bittersweet Candy Bowl: A Distance Apart.

I’ve already talked about this chapter in my rant on Golden Hour (aka December 2: homosexual boogaloo) so I’m not gonna get too into how the perspective of this chapter was changed because of December, but I will say that lines like the above now are specifically what’s tainted because of December. No longer is this Mike realizing that Lucy isn’t who he thinks she is, or him realizing that their relationship is not a healthy one on his own. It’s because as he said himself!

It’s Sandy’s fault. Because all she heard about Lucy was the negative, and now all Mike can see is the negative. And this chapter is saying it’s all Sandy’s fault that Mike now has a victim complex and it’s totally fair for him to say what he’s about to say.

WAIT! DID YOU JUST SAY…

JANUARY?!

Hah, nah I’m just fuckin’ with ya. We’re trying to stay focused here, so I’m holding off on the January references. Don’t worry kids, you’re safe for now.

For now…

Let’s unpack this first, because believe it or not we still have a LOT of ground to cover. Specifically, let’s talk about Mike’s glorious plan to leave the table!

God it is taking a lot to not just paste panels from Daisy’s rant in January. You people have no idea… But to summarize, this is fucking stupid at best and manipulative at worst. What Mike is talking about, is selfishly pide-pipering their whole friend group (minus Tess because Tess doesn’t exist anymore) away from Lucy, and he’s betting all of that on the fact that he knows Daisy is still head over heels for him. And what’s absolutely stupid about this fucking idea (which by the way seems to be premeditated so this can’t even be blamed on Sandy) is that if this was Mike’s plan all along. And December didn’t happen, and he did this table move guess what? Sure. Daisy follows Mike, Abbey and Paulo follow Daisy, and David follows Paulo…and then they invite Lucy, because in case you forgot SHE’S THEIR FRIEND TOO! (also I just noticed Mike completely forgot about Susan. That’s kinda fucked up, dude.)

But not as fucked up as this! Seriously, that’s a fucking low blow. And so fucking judgy. I guess we now know where Abbey learned to stoop so low while grand standing on his high horse! And yes I have heard the “muh hormones” and “they’re just KiDs!” excuses. But none of that really explains…

WHY THE FUCK DOES MIKE CARE?! DO YOU SERIOUSLY CARE IF LUCY (as you would put it) LEACHES OFF OF PAULO? HE’S LIKE ONE OF THE TOP OFFENDERS FOR PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY ABUSED YOU! THE MOTHERFUCKER SICCED A GAGGLE OF GIRLS TO BEAT UP ON YOU FOR BEING A “CHEATER”! Or are you worried because if Lucy clings to Paulo, then it ruins your fool-proof plan of going to another table since she’ll follow Paulo? OH NO, WE’VE FOUND A HOLE IN YOUR INGENIOUS PLAN! But speaking of worst offenders…

THIS. LINE. THIS FUCKING LINE! I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what the fuck you think. YOU DO NOT COME BACK FROM SAYING THIS. YOU CAN NOT FUCKING SAY THIS SHIT, AND THEN BE THE GOOD GUY! This is the point where I and many others realized Mike, was too far gone. And yet SOME PEOPLE WILL STILL ARGUE ABOUT THIS SHIT!

Oh you don’t understand, Amazil! He is just a stupid 16 year old ball of emotions and hormones! This has been building up THIS ENTIRE TIME! You even pointed out how Mike’s frustrations have been hinted at since the Vacation Arc! Obviously this has been hinted at for years! You’re just too ignorant to understand what Mike’s doing here! Of course he’s being overly cruel here, he feels backed into a corner, and is facing off against his abuser!

Now listen here, you may be right. I can’t, I hope, and I am grateful that; I don’t fully understand how it feels to be abused for all my life. But what I do know, is that NO ONE. Child, Teenager, or adult. Would fucking stoop that fucking low, and think they have any business. Any chance. Of coming back from that terribly burnt bridge. No one is that fucking ignorant! WHEN YOU BURN A BRIDGE LIKE THAT, WHEN YOU GO THAT FAR, YOU BETTER FUCKING BE READY TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES! AND MIKE AT THIS POINT, SHOULD KNOW VERY WELL WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES MAY INCLUDE! AS THE PERSON WHO KNOWS LUCY MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE ABOUT LUCY, HE SHOULD BE FULLY FUCKING AWARE WHAT SHE IS GOING TO FUCKING DO WHEN TOLD THAT SHE IS A PARASITE AND THAT NO ONE FUCKING LOVES HER, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT SHE WAS GOING TO FUCKING DO, MIKE?!

JESUS CHRIST, HE’S LITERALLY USING HER DEEPEST SECRETS AND HIDDEN INSECURITIES THAT ONLY HE KNOWS ABOUT AGAINST HER! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SUPPORT THIS SHIT? AND FURTHERMORE, “Like I’m the only one who cares about you.” TO QUOTE YOU LITERALLY A PAGE AGO!

YOU FUCKING TOLD HER THAT NOBODY LOVES HER. AND THAT SHE’S A FUCKING PARASITE! HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING STUPID! HOW CAN YOU STILL THINK THAT YOU’RE IN THE RIGHT? HOW DO OTHER PEOPLE THINK YOU’RE IN THE RIGHT? HOW CAN YOU STOOP SO FUCKING LOW, WHILE GRAND STANDING ON YOUR HIGH HORSE?!

Now, imagine if you will, after 2 whole months of reading December. You sit there and you wonder what is going to happen now. What is left to say? What more is Mike going to do? I mean there’s no way this chapter can get any worse! There’s NO WAY that Mike can be any more of an asshole. It’s not possible! And as if to get one last knife twist out of you. To kill the last shred of hope you had, that maybe. Just maybe this could be salvaged, and Mike can’t be worse… Taeshi does this.

….

Y’know, I once heard a story that someone actually killed themselves over BCB.

And I completely believe that. Two whole months we spent, having to watch week after week as this character we cared about. Rips apart the other character we’ve spent so much time learning about, growing with, understanding, and learning to love. And how do you end this chapter?

Grindingly slow. With Lucy throwing up, then eyeing Mike’s phone.

Followed by a nothing page where Mike’s happy.

Another nothing page where Mike goes to his room.

Dialogue that means nothing.

A whole fucking page of Lucy leaving.

MORE FUCKING SNOW

And one last lie.

And that, kids. Is the chapter of December. The most infamous chapter in all of Bittersweet Candy Bowl. And I hope you’re starting to understand why that is the case. Although, I’m sure a lot of you may have some contentions especially given the newer chapters that have come out. I mean, I often compare bad or infuriating scenes to December. And many may wonder or feel like those chapters are worse than December. I mean sure Mike ripping into Lucy is bad…

But what about the one-sided and almost carbon copy of December in Golden Hour?

Or what about Guest of Honor with it’s Abbey Smash?

And what about the second coming of the Carnival Chapter, with its DISGUSTING implications?

Or lest we all forget the wonderous return of Lucy herself, in Love Again! All of these chapters are fucking terrible in their own right. And it’s debatable how they ruin some characters worse than December. But there’s one very important factor that is lost to us now, that makes December in my eyes worse than any other chapter that Taeshi has put out. One singular thing makes December worse than anything Taeshi has come out with so far… And what is that factor?

Why, it’s TIME my dear reader. Time is what sets December apart from every other chapter. Readers at the time had to spend three whole months waiting for this chapter to end. We stared at each singular page for days, waiting hours on end, hoping that the next page would somehow be better, or give us an out. Instead it got worse and worse and worse. But what also sets it apart from all those other chapters I’ve mentioned is that, unlike Guest of Honor, Golden Hour, or Return to Carnival chapter; December was a very important moment in Bittersweet Candy Bowl. Not only because of how it changed the character, but because it is one of the only times in this fucking comic where the plot actually starts to develop. And we finally get a clear conflict to grasp onto and focus on.

In the chapters that came before December, the conflict of Mike and Lucy was just slowly getting worse and worse. And for the most part it just seemed to stagnate, with Lucy trying to keep her distance from Mike, and Mike constantly giving Lucy the cold shoulder. And everyone else having to deal with that. December was meant to be (and it did succeed in becoming) a bombshell chapter. A big revelation moment where things finally kick into high gear. Like, “Oh man that was brutal!” “What’s gonna happen now? Sandy is coming!” “Lucy just got fucking REKT!” “What is she gonna do?” “Taeshi just dropped the biggest bomb on top of us, where is she gonna take us? How are we going to follow up this momentum?!”

BY RELEASING ONE OF THE LONGEST. MOST NEEDLESS CHAPTERS EVER!

FOURTY EIGHT FUCKING PAGES. ALMOST FOUR MONTHS DEDICATED TO A PLOT POINT THAT HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE GIANT NUCLEAR BOMBSHELL THAT WAS JUST DROPPED ON US! And it’s especially needless because the entire point of this chapter is to tell us that Abbey’s mom died. Except that WE ALREADY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD! Oh you mean this character who all we know about was that she in a terribly abusive marriage, who we have not heard from since Abbey was introduced into the comic, who was in such a terrible state that she left her son and daughter orphaned. You mean the person so fucked up, that the last time we saw them was on a fucking stretcher is…DEAD?! SAY IT AIN’T SO! Y’know, it would’ve actually been more of a twist, and a lot more interesting if we found out ABBEY’S MOM WAS ACTUALLY ALIVE!

INSTEAD OF BUILDING OFF THE FUCKING MOMENTUM THAT YOU JUST SET UP, WE GET STRUNG ALONG FOR FOURTY EIGHT FUCKING PAGES! INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON LUCY, AND USING DECEMBER AS A LAUNCHING POINT TO DRIVE THE FUCKING PLOT, ALL OF THE MOMENTUM IS GROUND TO A FUCKING HALT IN SERVICE OF A PLOT POINT THAT ULTIMATELY DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! And if you made it through that and was hoping, “okay NOW we can start to get into the actual plot! NOW we can focus on Lucy, and what the aftermath of December is! Well…

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Paulo tries to give a cake to Lucy, and he mostly fails, giving us

NOTHING!

Just beautiful! The one chapter where it would be okay to not give all the attention to Mike and Lucy’s relationship. The one chapter where we could maybe get to see Sandy be a character! Mike X Lucy is fucked, but maybe we can find comfort in Mike X Sandy! Maybe we can have some sweet moments, and strengthen this central love triangle that we’ve been dancing around for all these years! Maybe, just maybe, Sandy can be more than just a fucking plot device!

BUT NOPE! SHE’S JUST THERE TO BE USED SO THAT MIKE CAN REALIZE THAT HE WAS WRONG AND FEEL BAD, SO HE CAN TRY TO MAKE IT UP TO LUCY! TOO BAD IT’S TOO LATE, SO IF YOU WERE LOOKING TO HAVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT EITHER FROM LUCY OR SANDY, I’M SORRY BUT YOU GET

TWO BIG HEAPING SERVINGS OF NOTHING!

AND IF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE STARVING FOR CONTENT BEFORE, BRACE YOURSELF FOR A ONE-PAGE CHAPTER THAT GIVES YOU

NOTHING!

AND I HOPE YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT ONE-PAGE BECAUSE YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO LOOK AT IT FOR

FOUR

WHOLE

MONTHS!

Although… to be fair, I think during that hiatus period Taeshi had guest comics and exclusive content to keep us occupied, but you get the point. As for the rest of the chapters…

Paulo breaks up with Jasmine in the most hackneyed fucking way possible, and we get a fake-out of Lucy’s suicide attempt.

We finally get the play chapter, and it teases us with the idea that Lucy and Mike are getting better except that no one falls for it because IT’S IN THE PLAY. AND WE ALL KNOW THAT IT’S JUST AN ACT AND IT’S FUCKING…

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And then Lucy finally attempts suicide and it’s all OFF-SCREEN! THEY KILLED OFF THE MAIN CHARACTER! THE ONE FUCKING BIT THAT WE WERE ALL LOOKING FORWARD TO, AND IT’S OFF-SCREEN!

Do you see what I mean now? December isn’t just a fucking chapter. It’s an arc. The most teeth grindingly slow, and agonizing arc Taeshi ever made! This is why December is and always will be the absolute fucking worst! It’s like Taeshi knew what we wanted and refused to deliver! Instead being content with teasing the readers over and over for almost two years, with the prospect of seeing Lucy go through a depression arc. Instead, we’re focused on literally everyone else and all of Lucy’s inner turmoil, heartbreak, thoughts, and progressions are just hinted at and we’re just left in the dark. We never got to see Lucy in her final moments. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Where was she? How is she doing? We wouldn’t get that information for

Nearly four years! And even then, IT WAS ALSO BULLSHIT! December is like a nuclear warhead of a bombshell that was dropped on us, except instead of going off and blowing us away, sending us to the greater plains. It just leaked radiation everywhere and killed us from the inside slowly. Its carbon footprint can be felt to this very day, we can’t get over December. Because THE COMIC ITSELF CAN NOT GET OVER DECEMBER! People who wanted to see Lucy become a better person, to see her try to get better, get help, or do SOMETHING! Would never get that relief. When I thought about December and how it treated its characters. I felt sorry for all the people who had to read this, who felt for Lucy. Who wanted to see her get better… I felt bad because I knew deep down that we were never going to get that story…

So I did it myself…

Don’t act surprised. You knew I was gonna go there. I literally warned you! There is no way in hell I’m gonna talk about December without bringing up the comic I literally made BECAUSE of December in: January. And this time we’re looking at January as a whole. Because now that you know WHY and WHAT I hate about December, you can start to see why January was made the way it was. I feel the need to explain this, because January still gets a bad rap by people saying that it’s “hate-filled” which it’s not. January is not a death threat , nor is it meant to say “I’m better than you”, it’s not a love note to BCB, it’s a Get Well Soon card. Not necessarily saying that I can do it better, but rather this is what you could’ve done. Whether or not it’s better is up to you to decide. And with that context, you can see why January was written the way it was. And it all starts with one simple change.

Instead of just outright removing December, the only thing I changed was that Mike didn’t get paired with Lucy and throw a fit. It doesn’t spitefully act like December never happened, in fact…

December plays out the exact same way as it did in the canon, just with Susan supplementing for Lucy. So Sandy’s still coming home, Mike’s still pissed at Lucy, and he’s planning on moving to a new table to get away from her. But because Lucy’s not there…

She’s able to fucking do something.

We get to see her try.

We get to see her fail.

We see how Mike’s plan comes to fruition.

We see how things fall apart, even with Lucy’s best efforts.

We see how December still takes its toll.

We get to see her snap out of it, briefly.

We see her at her lowest point.

We see what she’s thinking and why she’s doing what she’s doing.

We see her try to figure out what to do.

We see her picking up the pieces.

We see her take action to improve herself.

We see her getting help.

We see her taking action.

We see her getting better.

We see everyone come together to support her.

We see her at the end of her journey, come to terms with what she’s done. And wanting to improve not only herself, but her friendship with Mike. She shows maturity, empathy, and most importantly GROWTH as a character.

And in the end, the reader never gets to see how Mike and Lucy end up talking things out, but they can rest easy knowing that everything is going to be okay. And if THAT’S hate-filled, I don’t know what the fuck you’d call the canon’s handling of Lucy in the December arc.

The fact that we never got to see Lucy try.

The fact that the comic kept dicking us around, and baiting us with the inevitable.

The fact it KEPT FUCKING BAITING US WITH FALSE HOPE.

The fact we don’t get to even see her at the end of the line. The fact we had to wait three years for her to come back and let us know that she’s even ALIVE!

The fact that when she does comes back, SHE’S A HORRIBLE CUNTY SHELL OF THE PERSON SHE ONCE WAS…

That… is why December is the most infamous chapter in all of Bittersweet Candy Bowl. Not just because of what it did. But because of what it didn’t do. Because it promised the end to Mike and Lucy’s drama one way or another. It promised us that we were going to tackle these issues that Mike brought up in Lucy, but yet… Here we are.

Back to square fucking one. You know what they say…Those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it. So you better brush up on your December knowledge, or at least I hope this rant serves as a good refresher. Cause from the looks of it, we’ve been repeating these plot points for almost 10 years…

Y’know I thought I was actually going crazy there for a second. Obsessing and never getting over December for all these years. But now I see. This comic…never moved on from it. We’ve never recovered. We’ve been stuck in December for almost 10 years…

0/10 never forget…

#Bittersweet Candy Bowl #rant #holy shit this pushed the limits of Tumblr

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ggukkiedae · 4 years

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Fan Favorite Moments: Jaehyun and Hannah

“Princess”

Hannah is NCT’s princess, yes, everyone knows that. The members, especially the 127 members, call her princess so often. But do you know who started the whole calling Hannah Princess trend? JUNG JAEHYUN!

Hannah did say on a live once that when she told Jaehyun she was debuting in NCT, the first thing he told her was that she would be treated like a princess there.

No one really caught on until Empathy era when OT18 promoted together and Hannah was added to 127’s lineup.

That vlive they did in the beginning of the year? They asked Hannah what her special talent was, and she was like “I make clothes.” Then Jaehyun just “You’ve gotta show us one day, Princess.” That triggered everyone calling her princess

And cue the “NCT treating Hannah like a princess” “Jaehyun calling Hannah Princess” compilations on youtube

Bonus: Yoonmi and Hannah are known as the princesses of kpop bc their members call them princess

The First Love and Everyone’s Girlfriend

So you know how Jaehyun is called first love because everyone literally sees or imagines him as their first love? Well Hannah was known as everyone’s girlfriend because she always gave off girlfriend vibes both to fans and members.

When they’re together, there’s just something different in the air. It’s like they’re in a drama all of a sudden, especially when they’re talking to each other.

Jaehyun always strives to be a gentleman to Hannah, and Hannah usually reciprocates the care and affection he shows her.

They don’t really interact much on camera, so their moments of interaction are really really precious to fans.

It’s reached the point where kpop fans who aren’t czennies actually start pointing it out as well.

Fixing each other’s hair

Hannah has a habit of fixing Jaehyun’s hair, and vice versa.

Before performances or public appearances, it’s not a surprise to find these two checking over each other and trying to make sure they look their best and everything is in place.

It’s really common in their everyday lives, as well. You can usually see in the background of videos it’s either Jaehyun tucking Hannah’s hair behind her ear or Hannah fixing the way Jaehyun’s fringe fell in his face.

Jaehyun also knows how to tie up Hannah’s hair into a ponytail and French braids. She called him over to film a video with her for her series on NCT Daily where she showed different ways she styles her hair outside of schedules.

Jaehyun’s cover of I Like Me Better

The music video of Jaehyun’s I Like Me Better cover? Yeah, Hannah filmed that. The staff didn’t even know that they were going to film that. Yes, Hannah and Jaehyun did it without telling anyone. Hannah vlogged it, too.

They snuck out in London with the excuse saying they were just going to go have lunch in the restaurant near where they stayed. NOPE! Full blown adventure with three different cameras. (Four if you count Hannah’s phone)

They got caught by their manager, though, who accompanied them for the second half of filming in London. Paris was a whole different story.

Those two snuck out at night to film, and the reason why some clips looked rushed was because they lowkey ran away if they saw a glimpse of anyone who looked like their staff. No one knew until Hannah submitted the final video she edited for approval.

Fans went feral when they found out the behind story of this because Hannah’s vlog about it was released the same day Jaehyun uploaded behind the scenes photos. And cue the first love image and everyone’s girlfriend image.

Hannah’s NCT 127 Hit the States

A.K.A. their New York Date

First of all in the museum, somehow these two decided to use their own earphones instead of the museum’s headphones. They shared just to have one ear open in case they wanted to talk about something. Hannah kept drifting away, so Jaehyun resorted to holding her hand to make sure the earphones didn’t fall out.

Jaehyun fondly smiling and watching Hannah excitedly look around everywhere they went!

Literally were almost late to the broadway show because they were exploring the streets and taking pictures of each other

They had dinner at 44&X then went to walk around times square after amd Jaehyun deadass put his arm around Hannah and glared when he saw guys staring.

The fandom calls this their date and this highkey made everyone ship them because everything they did was so mundane but it looked romantic????

Bonus: Something the fans don’t know

If Hannah can’t find Jeno or Mark, she turns to Jaehyun. He knows so many of her secrets and her feelings. Aside from Donghyuck, Mark, Jeno, and Renjun, he was the only person who ever witnessed her break down completely. He saw what her anxiety could do to her at its worst, and he was one of the few people she allowed in if ever it would reach that point.

#nct #nct female member #nct female addition #nct 22nd member #nct 127 #nct u #jaehyun #jung yoonoh #lee hannah #hannah

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imagineddworld · 4 years

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Unexpected day (Part 2)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Neither of you went to Hogsmeade, so this was a great opportunity to spend the day together

Word count: 3,5 K (3540)

Author’s note: Felt too bad about not uploading in so long, so I kept writing till 4 Am. Hope you like it. It probably has a cheesy ending, but that happens when I am sleep deprived.

You sighed in contentment. You had a good book to deepen yourself into, and a beautiful view. The sun made Hogwarts’ courtyard look even more magical. Also Draco’s swimming figure was quite a treat to look at. You felt at peace, until you decided to look back up from your book. To your surprise you were met with an empty lake, and no sign of the platinum blond. As if he suddenly had vanished. In an instance worry pumped through your veins. You started to think over the possibilities of what had happened to him. They varied from mild outcomes to extreme, nearly impossible scenario’s. Making you gasp at the thought of it. You quickly placed your book next to you, with the open pages facing downwards to the grass. “Draco?”, you called out softly, while making your way over to the shore. Your eyes scanned over every inch, hoping to see a glimpse of the platinum haired boy. But unfortunately not even the slightest movement could be detected. “This isn’t funny”, you added as you got no reply. Even if you were worried, part of you grew suspicious. He just had gained information about one of your biggest fear, the unknowns of the depths of the ocean. Maybe he was trying to use this against you. If so, you would kill that bastard.

A minute had already passed. Your heart slowly picked up its pace while worry started to flood your mind. You looked at the water, hesitating if you should go in or not. Lakes, seas and oceans in the muggle world were already scary. Who knows what would be hiding in them in the wizard world. You had to ease your mind, before you could make your way into the water. Immediately regretting your decision. The lake’s floor was covered in little stones and underwater plants, what made you unsure of where to place your feet. Every time something faintly brushed against your skin, you jumped. You needed to fight off the urge to run back to the grass. You were terrified, but also determined to find Draco. “Come on.. Come on.. Draco, please.. quite playing”, you pleaded with an unstable voice due to your emotions. Your eyes scanned over the water, that seemed to reach further than you had expected. The distance between you and the shore had grew with each step you had taken. Your anxiety started to take over all your senses. Your hands were trembling, while unpleasant shivers crept over your spine. Your arms wrapped around yourself, in hopes to calm your panicked state. The water had reached above mid tight, making you even more anxious. “Draco, please”, you begged quietly, as a shake made its way into your voice. You were on the verge of crying. But continued to step in deeper, soaking your shorts. You took deep breathes in, while soft pleads fell from your lips. With each movement you made, more plants brushed against your skin. You bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming, as your body became a trembling mess. Draco was still nowhere to be seen. A soft yelp escaped your lip as a bigger object touched your skin. Probably a fish or something. But when the touch became stronger, you let out a loud scream. It was a hand. A hand gripping onto your calve. You started to kick frantically at the owner fo the hand. It was no succeed. Two strong arms wrapped around your thighs. Before any sound could leave your mouth, you got thrown deeper into the lake. Your head went underwater, while your arms desperately scrawled towards the surface. Due to your panicked state, you had gasped in some water. Which you coughed up once you reappeared above the surface. Soon you found a stable place to stand, as you tried to take in your surroundings. Your hair stuck to your face, and your clothing clung on your body. Water droplets ran over your skin, that slowly started to heat up again due to the burning sun. At least the parts that were above the water. Everything from your belly button and down was still in the cold water.

A delightful laugh started to fill your ears, but you weren’t amused. Your head shot towards the source, seeing Draco only a meter or two away from you. Even in your furious state, you had to admit how good looking he was. His hair clung to his forehead, water droplets ran down his attractive body and a huge toothy smile was plastered against his face. His angel like appearance softened your mood, but none the less you still shot him an angry glare. You stomped towards him, while he met you halfway there. “What the hell, Draco. What is wrong with you?”, while talking you slapped him on the chest, to make your point clear. Only making him smile lovingly at you. “Sorry, love”, he said, as his hands softly rubbed on your arms. “You knew how scared water made me”, you said, while splashing some water into his face. He laughed at your childish behavior, adoring the sight of in front of him. His hand found your waist, as he pulled you in closer. His body towered a bit over yours due to your height difference. “I really didn’t meant to scare you like that. I had forgotten about your fear, truly”, Draco replied sincere, holding your gaze the whole time. You raised your eyebrow at him, challenging his honesty. “I just wanted to get you in the water”, he added with an innocent smile. “Seems like it worked, didn’t it?”, you giggled, splashing him once again. Before he could do anything, you pushed him backwards into the water. “Revenge will be waiting for you”, you smirked over your shoulder, as you quickly swam away.

You playfully started to chase each other, occasionally splashing each other with water. Later on you started a tickling war, which resulted in you getting trapped in Draco’s arms. As your adoring laughter filled his ears, a smirk appeared on his face while his eyes twinkled. He adored the sound of your laughter, but you didn’t noticed that. You two just goofed around like two little children, until your stomaches started to growl. “Let’s get something to eat”, you yelled at him, as you made your way to the shore. He nodded while holding his thumbs up in agreement. You quickly ran out of the water, relieved that you were on safe ground again. As you gathered your shoes and book, you glanced back at Draco to only see him a few meters behind you. It gave you enough time to take his shirt as well, before running away. You giggled to yourself. It was childish, but you were in a playful mood. “Come back, you thief”, you heard him yell amused. His laughter followed soon.

You both rushed through the halls, leaving a trail of water. Your feet making loud noises as you ran up the stone stairs. Unfortunately you stumbled over the last stair tread, giving Draco the opportunity to catch up with you. His arms wrapped around your body in a playful way to keep you from running. His chest heaved against your back, as you both caught your breath. “Not so fast, are we now?”, he teasingly whispered in your ear, as his hands reached for his shirt. His breath fanned against your neck, making your hairs stand straight as goosebumps appeared. To suppress a shiver from going down your spine, you turned around in his arms. You were met with Draco’s beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. His beauty mesmerized you. You stared lovingly at each other, holding intense eye contact. But neither of you seemed to mind just staring. It made you gravitate closer to him, seemingly it had the same effect on him. You both stopped when you realized how close your faces were. Only a few centimeters apart. A light pink shade dusted your cheeks, while a similar shade made its way onto Draco’s face as well. You shook your head a little in hopes to get rid of your fazed state. You awkwardly stared at the ground, afraid to meet his eyes. Nerves overflowed you, as you desperately tried to find your usual playful personality. “Let’s both freshen up. We can meet each other at the Great hall”, Draco suggested questioningly. The sudden sound of his voice, made you look back up. As you did, you saw an equally nervous Draco. His hands were behind his back, while he slightly shifted his weight from his tippy toes to his heels. “Yeah.. sounds good”, you mumbled with a small smile on your heated face.

You walked in silence, a rather awkward silence. All you heard were your wet feet on the hard floor and the dripping of your clothes. The heavy tension could be felt in the air, weighting down on your shoulders. You were contemplating over something to say, until Draco beat you to it. “So, I see you there”, he smiled at you, as he rubbed the back of his neck. You hadn’t even noticed that you had reached your dorm. He had walked you there with out any hesitation, how sweet. “Yeah, I will. Don’t be late”, you joked before stepping in you common room. You heard his light chuckle in the hall, making you smile brightly. But you soon shook off your emotions. You had a challenge to fulfill. You hurried off to the bathrooms to shower. The water was a nice lukewarm temperature. The aroma of your shampoo made the bathroom smell like a soft flowery sent. Not overwhelmingly sweet, but just right enough to be noticeable. As you were done, you wrapped a towel around your body and hurried off to your room. Now came the real challenge, deciding what to wear. You wanted to look good, but not make it obvious that you were trying. You went through plenty variations of outfits, until you finally found something good enough. It was a flowy spring dress that hugged your body in the right places. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight, just enough to show off your curves. Once you looked at the clock, you realized you were running late. Even if you had showered quickly, the outfit picking had took a long time.

As you were running through the halls, you got lost in your thoughts. Many questions came to your mind, filtering out all your surroundings. This made you run into a hard body. But before you could fall back two big hands gripped your arms to stabilize you. Those hands were owned by no other than Draco Malfoy. “In a hurry”, he smirked teasingly. He wore a slightly similar outfit as before, still making him look attractive. His hair was halfway dry, curling in a soft wavy pattern. You just pulled a mocking face, sticking your tongue out at him. “Let’s just grab something to eat, shall we?”, he chuckled at your response. He intertwined your hands, before he lead you to the kitchen. Bright smiles covered both your faces, as the affection slowly felt more normal. He lead you to the basement underneath the Great hall. One of the house-elves noticed you, immediately making his ways over to ask what you wanted. His tone wasn’t the most polite, but he seemed stressed out what explained his behavior. You politely asked for a few sandwiches. Before the house-elf could go, Draco pulled him back to whisper something in his ear. He nodded rapidly, before disappearing in the chaos of the kitchen.

After a short wait, the elf returned back with a basket full of food and a red checkered blanket. You immediately knew what was about to happen. You loved picnics. You had forgotten about telling Draco. It was during a short conversation you had when you bumped in each other at the library. You had wanted to go on one so badly, but your parents had been busy. You understood though. Their work could be very stressful and draining. Each time they wanted to plan one, the weather didn’t cooperate. You were surprised he had remembered, or was it just a coincidence. Draco took the blanket and basket out of the elf’s hands, refusing any of your help to carry anything. You walked next to him, grinning to yourself. You couldn’t keep your curiosity in any longer. You bumped his shoulder: “What is this about? Gone soft huh?”, you teased him, instead of just asking the question you truly wanted to get answered. For some reason teasing and sarcasm was your first reaction to go to. As a sort of coping mechanism whenever you felt any emotion. Draco just shrugged his shoulders, looking at the floor in front of him. You weren’t sure if you saw it right, but he had a soft pink glow on his cheeks. “I don’t know. I just remembered how much you wanted to go on a picnic. So I thought, I couldn’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste”, he mumbled quietly, making you smile brightly. Even brighter than he had ever seen before. The corners of your mouth nearly reached your eyes. A huge feeling of joy and warmth overcame you. He had remembered, it wasn’t just a coincidence.

The two of you returned to your previous spot at the Great lake. Only this time a bit farther back, so a beautiful tree could cover you. It casted a soft shadow, with here and there the sun peaking through. The tree branches swayed from side to side once in a while, its shadows following its lead. It calmed you down, making you feel at peace. You helped Draco lay out the blanket, struggling a bit against the soft breeze. His face grew a bit frustrated, as you chuckled at the failed attempts. You set the basket down onto the blanket to keep it in place, quickly sitting next to it before any wind could blow it up again. Draco came to sit on the other side of you, smiling when you gave him his food. You ate in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the view and peace. “Thank you”, you said after taking a sip from your drink. He looked confused at you, cocking his eyebrow up. “Yeah, you know.. For doing this”, you mumbled a bit shy, feeling your face heat up for the umpteenth time. “Well, it would have been a shame if we didn’t”, he answered casually, before he went back to eating his sandwich.

Once again, you fell in a comfortable conversation with him. You got to know even more about one another, exploring deeper topics. It was really nice. Most things people had told you about him, weren’t true. He was more caring than he let others believe. He also had a very interesting way of how he viewed the world. You easily could share your different perspectives of subjects with one another, guaranteeing in a long interesting conversation. This day really had given you a new perspective of him. You got to see his softer and caring side, where he could be sincere and open.

It was so comfortable to be around him, that you lost track of time. Only when the sun started to lower, giving a nice evening glow to the area, you realized how late it actually was. You just had missed out on dinner. But luckily Draco had asked the house-elves to pack some extra food and water. After eating those, you laid close to one another. You kept your conversation going, while adoring the beautiful evening sun that was nearing its setting time. That also meant, curfew was getting closer. “We should probably head back”, Draco interrupted the short silence. He leaned up onto his elbows so he could look more properly at you. “But I don’t want to”, you whined like a little child, “It’s so beautiful out here”. He smirked, nearing your face: “Well, I know a place were it is even more beautiful”. Your eyes sparkled at his sentence, sharing the same grin as him. You didn’t mind getting in trouble, surely not when it was to explore something wonderful. You helped him clean up, taking the basket and blanket out of his hands. It was only fair that you would carry them now. He had done it before. On your way to the kitchen, you had to carefully snuck past some people. As the previous time, one of the elves rushed to you in a stressed state. “Thank you so much for the lovely food”, you thanked the elf, while handing him the basket and blanket back.

After that, Draco dragged you up a lot of stairs. You didn’t exactly knew where he was taking you, but you had a speculation. When you reached the top, you were exhausted. But it was all worth it. The view got you dumbstruck. You saw the last part of the sunset. The sky’s pastel colours changed into a darker blue. “Wow”, you breathed out, staring in awe at the sky. You were almost unaware of Draco shuffling closer to you. He enjoyed the view as well, but often glanced down at you. Which made you blush the faintest shade of pink. You stood next to each other, breathing in the chilly spring air. A small shiver went up your body, as the wind had found its way under your clothes. This caused Draco to stand even closer, wrapping his arm around you. A nice warmth radiated from his body, making you a little warmer. His lovely scent filled your nose, as you hummed in contentment. A comfortable silence fell over you, as you adored he changing sky. Little stars made their way into the dark blue sky, accompanying the moon. It only was first quarter yet, but it still was a breathtaking sight.

“Thank you for showing me this.. It’s so beautiful”, you said with shimmering eyes that were glued on the sky. Draco looked down at you, grinning to himself:“But not as beautiful as you”. Your head snapped to look at him. You were blushing furiously, while your eyes went wide. Had you heard him right? His body was completely turned to you, while an unusual sparkle shone in his icy blue eyes. He straightened out his back as he gained some confidence from your reaction. “And while I have some courage left, I’d like to tell you the real reason why i didn’t went to Hogsmeade”. You were still to taken back by his previous compliment to fully register what he was saying. “When I found out you weren’t going, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to finally spend the day with you”, Draco finished up. You looked dumbfounded at him, questioning if you ears weren’t playing a trick on you. But as the words sank in your brain, an idiotically large smile took over your face. “Aww, that is so sweet”, You spoke, as you shyly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “But if that was your confession about liking me, then it may be a little lame”. Of course, even in this particular situation your coping mechanism had to jump in with a stupid teasing remark. His smile had fallen a little, which made your heart ache. “But you’re in luck, because I like you too”, you stammered out a little too fast and too eager. His smile quickly grew, as he wound his arms around your waist to pull you against his chest. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, as one of his hands came to stroke the soft skin of your cheek. You leaned into it, enjoying his warm and soft touch. Your hands came to rest on his chest, awkwardly fiddling with the collar of his shirt. But it didn’t matter. You both were too lost in each others eyes. Too lost in the dream that had become a truth.

After a longingly gazing in each others eyes, you decided you had enough of the tension that had hung in the air throughout the whole day. It only had grown as time went by. You pulled him down by the collar, capturing his soft lips in a sweet kiss. It was odd to be this bold. But when his grip tightened on your waist, you felt more confident. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss. The had that had caressed your cheek, found its way to your neck. He kept you as close as possibly. You slowly let your hands travel over each others clothed bodies, exploring new places to touch. It only added more fuel to the fire. Your deepened kiss became a make out session. Your tongues battled for dominance. A bit awkwardly at first, but hunger hormones took over. As the kiss went on, your lips became lightly swollen. But it his lips were addicting, making you crave more. Luckily for you did Draco not seem to end this sweet moment any time soon. After this whole day, he finally had you. Even if he needed to break some rules, it was all worth it.

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