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rouiyan · 4 years

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can i request a sungchan fluff where him and y/n were out eating at a fast food or resto and a woman suddenly caught his eyes that made y/n kinda upset and jealous but never showed sc. and when they got home, there is where he asks her what happened and she tells him so he tells her that it was someone he knew (probably a cousin or smth) and y/n ends up crying at how pathetic it was but sungchan comforts her and tells him how much he loves her

is it complicated?? i'm sorry for giving u a hard time ToT im litterally just whipped for jung sunchan

hey there b, no hard times here. excited to write my first fic for sungchan ++ i hope this lives up to your standards! much love to you <3

[and that’s all you need to know] disclaimer(s): self-doubt. wc: 782

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“i know, my friends are always going on about-”

ceasing your rambling, you watch as your boyfriend’s eyes widen at something over your shoulder. you turn to where his sight is placed, only to see that rather than a something, it’s a someone. the woman is beautiful, no doubt, sitting alone a few tables down. even seated, you could tell that she was tall, her legs giving way to her exemplary proportions. looking back at sungchan, you can see his lips part in exclamation, as if he were to call her over, to gesture to her, to comment about her, but just before he can, his eyes land back upon you, noticing how you had stopped abruptly. “you good, babe?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you reply almost instantaneously, shaking your head and willing a small smile upon your lips. sure, you were never the jealous type per se, but the scene that just played out before your eyes was definitely something to consider. it’s hard to keep the thoughts from consuming you though, after all, self-confidence was never your forte.

swallowing your feelings whole, you pucker up your lips in the obstinacy to move on as best you could. the sashimi restaurant was quaint, was it not? the food, delectable? the much-anticipated date with your boyfriend, a relief at the end of a long week? to your dismay, none of these pleasures could mask the growing intensity of the green-eyed monster creeping upon you, paired with preset insecurities you never even knew you had.

sungchan shuts the car door for you. as you watch him cross the front to the drivers’ seat, you let out a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding. you and him both know you ruined the date. but only you know why. he slides into the seat beside you and you chance a glimpse at him. he looks, for a split second, as if he was to bring up something, to question exactly what you had in mind, but he never follows through for the duration of the ride home.

it’s when you get home, when you’ve just changed into your freshly washed pajamas, and when you’re sat atop the bed, ready to binge any and every tv show until your feelings wash away, that he sets himself in front of you. sungchan takes your hands in his own, fingers roving soft lines, back and forth in your palms.

“are you willing to share now?”

your heart is faltering in your chest and nothing, absolutely nothing, is in the way of the thoughts that spill almost carelessly past your lips. “at the restaurant, i just- i noticed the woman you were looking at. and no, please don’t think that i’m suspecting or- or accusing you of anything, because i’m not, really...,” sungchan’s eyes are laced with care, he nods for you to continue. “but i just couldn’t help but think- but feel, i felt small. i felt small in comparison to her.” you end your pent up rant with a weak voice, your confidence failing you. you also fail to notice the smile that formed on sungchan’s face whilst you were drivelling on. he lets you frown for a second more before enlightening you, in a soft voice so as to not deepen that very frown, “that was my cousin.”

a moment passes as you revel in the light of realization, “that was your cousin,” you repeat, more to yourself than him. the smile on sungchan’s face widens and he lets you on in even more, “i was gonna tell you but i didn’t want to disrupt the flow of the conversation we had going. look at how that worked out, huh.”

“huh,” you repeat, again to yourself. the multitude of feelings that overwhelm your senses are starting to become unendurable. your breathing quickens, the pace at which you blink speeds, your hands in your boyfriend’s withdraw to your head, in distress. sungchan is now panicking as well, watching you slowly succumb to the feelings of relief, embarrassment, shame and regret, all at once. he’s quick to hold you close into his frame, rubbing your back and patting your head in slow, deliberate motions.

“it’s okay, y/n,” the sound of his voice pulsates through your body and you shiver. “you didn’t know, y/n, it’s okay.” his affirmations are effective in easing the ache in your chest and you pull away to look up at him, helplessly.

“i just thought- the whole time i was thinking-”

sungchan cuts you off, not wanting to hear the end of it, “i love you, y/n.” his thumb brushes your temple tenderly, “and that’s all you need to know.”

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[a/n: honestly, a pleasure to write. 10/10 experience. will write for him again. (also finished: the mark rq, is scheduled to post at 6:00 AM PST).]

#nct #nct 2020 #nct sungchan #jung sungchan #sungchan fluff #sungchan fics #sungchan x reader #requested #rouiyan writes #archived

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izzyrenee13 · 3 years

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MORPHO CLINT BARTON X OC

Chapter One

November 9, 2006; 7:15AM

I woke up to my dad shaking my bed.

“WAKE UP. WAKE UP. YOU’RE AN ADULT NOW.” Now I understand not everyone has Tony Stark waking them up on their 18th birthday, and most people would be ecstatic, but to me it’s just annoying.

I open my eyes and give the man a death glare, slowly turning into a smile when I realize what he means. Today’s my eighteenth birthday, meaning I have meetings all day with people my father knows and want to wish me a happy birthday, then a huge celebration tonight with everyone my father could possibly know and invite. It’s how Tony Stark did things.

12:25 PM

I finally got a break from meeting after meeting, which is basically about my father introducing me to Stark Industry clients so I can help run the family business. I decided to go down the street to my favorite small diner and grab some lunch.

I had just ordered my usual cheeseburger with tater tots and a large vanilla shake when I noticed a large figure sit down across from me. I looked up and noticed it was the one and only Nicholas Joseph Fury.

I put the newspaper I was reading, got up and gave him a small side hug “Uncle Nick! I’m so excited you came all the way to New York to see me.”

He smiled, hugged me back, “Well, I did have to come see you on your eighteenth birthday, you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I circled back around the table to sit down. “I also have a, what you call, job offer? Proposition?”

The waiter came back with my food, and I started eating. I knew exactly what Nick wanted, and I knew my answer already. “I’ll do it, but you have to tell my father.” He stole one of my fries, “also, you cannot exploit my abnormalities to the world, especially not the government other than the security panel. You know what will happen if you do. A rogue Stark is not something you want.”

“Of course, Elizabeth.” He stole another one of my fries and continued, “You’ll be training with one of my best agents. He might go a little hard on you at first, but be nice, he just got divorced, he’s going through it.”

“I’ll be nice, but tell me, why did you not wait until the meeting we have scheduled in,” I checked my watch, “30 minutes, to ask me?”

“Tony was going to be there. I knew it would be easier to ask you alone, but work out fine details with Tony,” he started to explain as I finished my food, “like, for the first six weeks, I’d want you at the Triskelion, training with Agent Barton, rooming and occasionally training with Agent Romanoff, all while we monitor your skills and powers.”

“Wait, I’m only comfortable with you, Barton and Romanoff monitoring my abnormalities,” I started to get a little panicked, “so please tell me it’ll be one of you, you preferably.”

“Of course, It’ll be all three of us, so you’ll be safe.” He calmed me down.

I checked my watch and realized it was time to head back to Stark Industries for my second round of birthday meetings. I have a feeling most 18-year-olds don’t celebrate this way.

1:00 PM

I arrived in the meeting room about five minutes ago, and was just making small talk with my father when Nick Fury walked into Meeting Room B.

“My favorite buyer!” My dad greeted him with his signature smirk. Fury nodded and mumbled a greeting, I felt the tension thicken in the room as soon as Nick put the file on the table, “No. She’s not doing it.”

“She already said yes, Stark,” he looked at my father, who was now gaping at me. “I just wanted you to be here to discuss the finer details, like living arrangements, pay, and monitoring her powers.”

“I’d like to speak for myself, if that’s okay,” I started. “Dad, I know you aren’t going to be happy, but I’ve made my decision, I’m going to work for SHIELD. I want to do something good with whatever is wrong with me. I want to fight for the innocent. I want to use my abnormalities for something that won’t make me feel like there’s something wrong with me. I know you wanted me to work at Stark Industries, and I’ll stop by to help out every now and then. I’ll still be your little girl, but I have to grow up.” I started to get overly emotional, which was ever good, as my hands started to glow and my brown eyes turned blue.

“Okay, okay. I understand, I just wish YOU would have told me, not Fury.”

After a long meeting, and cancelling my other meetings, we finally figured out everything we needed to. I was to move into the SHIELD apartments, but would still have a home with my dad, pay was figured out. It was exhausting, two men with the biggest egos I’ve ever seen, fighting over MY life. Once we were finished it was time to relax and go get ready for the night’s activities.

4:00 PM

I was in my suite, packing up what I’d need for the next six weeks, as I was leaving right after the party with Agent Barton. I mainly packed workout attire, as Fury said that I’d only get every other Sunday off from training. I packed a couple of my business-type dresses for any formal meetings I’m bound to have to attend.

After I was done packing, I started to get ready for the party. I chose one of my more simple cocktail dresses, it was a dark purple, hugged my upper body until it got to my waist, then flowed into a gorgeous skirt with a slit up to my thigh. I paired it with some black strappy heels that weren’t too high, my gun in a thigh holster, which of course was on the hidden thigh, and the necklace Pepper gave me this morning at breakfast. As for my makeup, I did a smoky eye with red lipstick and minimal face makeup.

5:10 PM

Now that I was fashionably late to my own birthday party, I made a beeline to the bar and asked the bartender for a virgin pina colada, which is just pineapple juice and coconut syrup, but it was still yummy. I don’t like to drink, it impairs your thinking, and growing up a Stark, the 16 years of self defense and combat classes taught me to never impair my thinking.

I looked around the room and spotted Agent Coulson, my father, Nick Fury, and another man in the corner talking. I made my way over to them, “Sorry for interrupting, but I wanted to make sure Dad knew I was here.”

“Ah, my lovely daughter finally decided to join us!” I could tell my dad was already tipsy, “You know Phil and Nick, have you met Clint?” I looked at the undeniably gorgeous man with the trio and shook my head.

“I don’t think I have,” I turned to him and stuck out my hand, “Elizabeth Maria Stark, but please call me Liza.”

He took my hand and shook it, a smirk appearing on his face. “Clinton Francis Barton, call me Clint.”

“We’re gonna leave you two to chat, I have to make rounds and these two,” Dad patted Nick and Phil on the back, “owe me a drink.” With that the three of them walked away.

“So you’re Agent Barton,” I turned and looked out over the party from the balcony we were on. “You’re my trainer, and hopefully future friend?” I knew he was 15 years older than me, but I also knew having friends in SHIELD was going to be needed.

“That I am, and why does it have to be future?” He questioned.

“Oh it doesn’t, I just thought--” I got flustered and looked at him.

“I’m teasing you, Liza. Of course I’ll be your friend, being a new agent recruit is not easy, and it’s always easier if you have someone to trust.” He smiled and took a drink of what I assumed to be whiskey.

“Gosh, I’m sorry I’m so awkward. I haven’t had much social interaction outside of business meetings and combat training my whole life, with the overprotective father and all.” As I said that, something seemed to peak his interest.

“Combat training? Why would you do that?” He asked, and I could tell he wasn’t trying to get intel on the new girl, but was genuinely curious.

“My dad always told me it was for my best interest. Which, now, I understand why,” I took a drink of my drink and moved to sit down on the couch we were in front of. “My father is Tony Stark, the world’s leading weapons dealer. I grew up going to weapons conventions, expos and meetings with sketchy people. I had to know how to fight, shoot, and control my abnormalities.”

Clint sat across from me and interrupted me, “Abnormalities?”

“Yeah, so I have these--uh--powers I guess. I can shapeshift, teleport, cast illusions, do some healing and some other basic stuff,” I started explaining, my voice barely above a whisper. Clint looked shocked to say the least, yet I continued, “I’ll show them all to you soon, in training. But like I was saying, if people found out I could do these things, I’d be taken, experimented on, and the sorts. The only people who know about these things now are my father, you, Fury, Coulson and Pepper. So I have skills, and training me won’t be hard, I promise”

After that conversation Clint and I played 21 questions, just to get to know each other. By the end of the night, we were basically best friends. It was weird, as people who weren’t open books, we sure opened up to each other quickly. It was almost like there was some sort of soul connection there, but I’d be too terrified to act on it, if I ever caught feelings because--well this man was 15 years older than me, and a Level 7 agent, and my mentor basically.

I just pushed that thought out of my head, for the years to come, and went on with my night, ending it in my new room as a SHIELD agent.

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MASTER LIST

A/N: Hey guys. I'm cross posting this fic on wattpad and (maybe) AO3. Please comment, request one-shots, interact with me in any way.

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starlight-ascension · 3 years

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My Friend Watches Suite: Part 3

this actually happened weeks ago but i keep forgetting i haven’t already posted these. will be somewhat half-assed since i scrolled for AGES to get the reactions and it’s rather laggy as a result.

she keeps calling Bassdrum “Buttbeard”. Sounds like the world’s worst pirate.

she sent XD emojis at the villains watching a recording of the girls’ henshin sequence and the reason i am bringing this up is that this is more evidence that anyone who thinks magical girl transformations are actually instantaneous is an idiot and i am putting this out there.

“Okay, HECK YOU Buttbeard, you actually made me smile when you blew a bubble 'cause I love bubbles but then it had to be to trap Hummy, you used BUBBLES for evil, if anything's unforgiveable it's THAT >:-( >:-( >:-(”

'You TRAP Hummy? You trap her body like the bug? Oh! Oh! Jail for Bassdrum! Jail for Bassdrum for One Thousand Years!'

She FREAKED OUT and capslocked when Siren disguised as Hummy, with things like “PLEASE RECOGNIZE THE SILVER CHARM AROUND HER NECK, I THINK HIBIKI CAUGHT ONTO THAT LAST TIME” and “THAT EXPRESSION DOES N O T LOOK RIGHT ON HUMMY'S FACE”

“Yo imagine if somecreature walked into the gym right now and saw these three Gandalfs with colored hair harmonizing and this weird skeleton-closet thing and this cat speaking and monologuing at another cat trapped in a floating bubble XD XD XD XD XD”

Every time Muse does the rainbow keyboard she keysmashes. I get it.

"You're awesome, Mephisto!" “Greater lies have never been spoken.”

and i’ve got 66 unreads and no patience so i’m just going to skip to the episode with Beat’s first transformation and

[initiate direct copy-paste]

And it looks like we're getting right to it, no replaying the final scenes from last episode or anything

So they're getting a stage ready for her instead of doing this right now. Cool. That buys some time for the good guys

HE CAN JUST?????? MAKE MINIONS????? FROM THE HAIRS OF HIS BEARD???????? KLFDHSGKJSHAGKJSHFGKJLFHLXDXDXDXDXDXD JKWEOSOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGG

GIANT DEMONIC MUSHROOMS

A) Yeah, the old dude I keep forgetting the name of is definitely from the world Hummy's from B) What the heck is Mephisto doing with his hand sjdglksfg

I'm skipping the intro.

"I believe in Siren, so everything will be fine!" ...Hummy, even I think that's going a bit too far

"I understand. Please tell Siren your feelings." ...wELP, okay then klsdjglkds

Do I see Hibiki and Kanade both blushing a little there? Oh yeah, these girls definitely gay kdlsjgslkg

"She did something that horrible, and yet we still must believe in her?" Yes.

"If one of you turn to evil, will you stop believing in each other?" *CLAPS*

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"I wonder what Hummy's doing right now." Eating cupcakes and thinking of happy times with you to keep her hopes up?

"She's probably so depressed!" ......She's actually not.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"You actually love her, Siren!" "Nope. No use in trying to convince me. Sorry to disappoint all of you, but I hate Hummy. I don't have any feelings for her." *sings* Who'd you think you're kidding? She's the earth and heaven to ya! Try to keep it hidden - Hoooney we can see right through ya!

hmm. Buttbeard and Mephisto still up on some junk. Also, those hate-brainwashy things, I'm seeing some in Mephisto's ears too? djkfowmoh dang

The old dude just said "It's off" and had no other reaction to this??????HUMMY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~=

JFDBNDFSLIGUNFGIUFASNGIULAFSNGLFASUILGBFUISLGABRLOGARINLGBSDGOISDABGLNGBAFILGNEAHTEA

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK

*sings, looking shell-shocked* dO-do-do-do-do... CommerciAL breAk...

*SCREAMS*

HERGJHSFGSFJDKL HUMMY WAS TOTALLY UNAFFECTED BY THOSE THINGS KLSDHFSDKLADKL?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FJSKGLSDHGIUASR XD XD XD XD XD I THOUGHT FOR A SECOND THAT SHE WAS JUST THAT STRONG BUT TURNS OUT SHE WAS JUST ASLEEP WHILE THE SOUND OF THOSE THINGS WAS PLAYING IN HER EARS XD XD XD XD XD

"I'm not stopping you." ?????

"I'm your friend, so I'm not going to get in your way." jfdiogjsfoiglJFKLOfjlksopqHSDJKGH????!!!!!! HUH?!?!?! WHAT WAS THAT--IS HUMMY BREAKING THROUGH TO HER??????

"I'm about to sing the Melody of Sorrow. The world will fall into sadness. Is that fine with you?" "Yes!" JKSDLKGJWljisow?????!!!!!!!!!!

"Even if this world falls into sadness, everything will be fine!"

JKFSGORSLHGUIOE ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O !!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"Because when that happens, you'll be crying with me."

JFIGHSFNLUGHSJGHSFLIGBFIGBSAUBIIHRAIUSHGDFSGBLIUSFAHGBIURSOTWYWONRIUBEFL

H-- HUMMY???

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY'S SINGING NOW OKAY FJKBNSFOR

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT)T (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3(TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

IT WORKED IT WORKED I THINK IT WORKED KLSDJGKSDHGLJKSDHGIURWHGUILSBHO

"Believe in them. A miracle will definitely occur." ldfjsighsauihuibsdufggbaiurshfuwi4agbJNKSDGNWIR

(;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh frick

OH FRICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DHSGJSDHBGLJKFSBNGLUSFHGLESIURGSFGHRSDIUHGESROIHGERHSFIOHGSFAPIGHARSIPGHSRDFJPISFHGSAFIPHASFIPGJSFAIGARHASFIGHSFAPIGJRSAGJDFIKGSAFOIGSAIGJSARIGJRAJSFIKGHSFPIGJARSGPIWRASJGSFAGHSAFOIGBRSAPUGWNRAGUWRAHGPIWRSHFPUSDANGPISAGRASHFIPSADHGSDPIAHGSADFWHASDIOGHBSADPIGFSHDANHPIGSDAHGWASDFHSDAIGHSDAPUGIDSHFSDAHGSDIGHSPDUIAFHNESAGRHSAIGPSDHAFPISAJGWAHGSIRAHWHJDSKFHADJKFGSDHKJFGDSBAJIFGBSDUILBUDBSH

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

KDSLJGODSHG OH GOOD THE THINGS CAME OUT OF HER EARS LKSHGLDSKGIR

HUMMY'S OKAY BUT ALSO FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK GIANT MONSTER MADE OF ALL THE NOTES OH GOD

DJSLKGSADHGLJKSDAHG

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH KICK THOSE ARROWS YEAH!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FRICK

MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH NO OH NO OH NO IH NO OH NO

SAVE HUMMY SIREN

FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK

"Stop it!!!!!!!! Stop making Hummy sad!!!!!!" DFJGIULESRHBNHGLIUSDBGLJDSABGHGRISUAGJIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HSDJKFGSDALKJFHSDAIUFADSBGIUFBSDAIUFABDSIGUAESBFULAEISBFWIUAESLHGAWLIUEGWDHIUSGLSHDAIULGSBDALIUFBSDAUVIGASBIUFSAHBHFLUIWDSAHGILUSDABGSDIUABSDAIUBSADIUGHSDNAIUFSDAHIGUASBGIUARSBIUSABWASIUGHASGRHGIAS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJFDSOKGLSHDLJKGFSHGJKLSDHGLASBGSAGOARULBGRALIBGARSIHGNARSIULGJWARSG I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN IT SOME POINT BUT STILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLQWERTYUIOPZXCVBNMEFVBSIUBGURBGSRAIULGBSRLIUGBSDIUGSHNRDKGUBSDREIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NJXNVCPFFFT she dropped Hummy sdjhvsdlkjikeXD

jklJFLKDSOH! CURE MUSE GONNA CONVINCE HER TO STAY AND FIGHT???

DKJGLKFSJGHOISF

"I don't care what happens to Hummy..." Uhhh, literally everything that just happened says otherwise.

Muse speaks the truth

HECK YEAAAHHHH GO MELODY AND RHYTHM JKSDHGJKDSHGADU

"The Precure don't run from their feelings, no matter how hard it gets." YEAH. SLKDHJGLKSDGOFDHGFJDSFGRDFJTSGFDHHFDJ

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAAAAAHHHH WE GOT ALLLLLLLLLL OF THOS ENOTES NOW WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Awwww, is Mephisto gonna throw a tantrum? >:-)

"But I have the legendary score right here!" Oh, they'll get that back sooner or later.

"I'll defeat you later and take back those notes!" HA! Just you TRY

Where you gonna go now Siren?

*dances in my seat to the end theme*

NEXT EPISODE

Ha. Alexa play 22 by Taylor Swift. klsfjlgkfs

Okay, Hibiki's probably right in saying it won't be that easy, Siren still needs a bit of time to come to terms with this and all before she fully becomes their ally, but as to Kanade's "This may all be part of her plans again"....excuse me, I HIGHLY doubt turning into Precure is something that can be faked. Like, at all, remotely, EVER. And as good of an actress as Siren is, I don't think she could've faked that breakdown she had right before it either.

Wow, even Aphrodite doesn't know how that happened...

*doesn't skip the opening theme, but doesn't jump up and dance either*

*does tap my foot and hand though*

Oh hey, the kids found her

Oh dang, it's like Setsuna in that one episode, with that kid whose dog she turned into a monster I think--Oh friiiiiiiiiiiick

Wait, she's not an animagus anymore? =~O

And she can't shapeshift into other people anymore either klsdjglksdhgsljdghjriso =~O

Ohhhh is that necklace what let her do that????

Holy FRICK

I don't know what that title was, but I'm gonna call it Siren's Big Identity Crisis

"Appear before me, Siren!" Ha. You can't control her anymore, turdface.

I'm seeing those things in Mephisto's ears again... klsdhglksdg

Bassdrum: "We're letting Siren go, right?" Mephisto: "No! She's the only one who can sing the Melody of Sorrow!" Ohhhhhhh :-o :-o :-o :-o

"I have a good plan." I doubt it.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore..." hfisugfsdyygbafsyludhbaufukshdahnuisdhgai

;o;;o;;o;;o;;o;

"What a pretty sound. I thought I hated it, but why?" She was brainwashed into villainy from the start, wasn't she? And this was part of it...

"You don't need to have rights to enjoy music." Yeah! :-) :-) :-)

"No, I used music to do bad things!" ...And you feel bad about that now and aren't going to do it again, right? So it's fine.

;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

....Cure name foreshadowing?

XD XD XD XD FACE TACKLE<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sings like Gumball and Darwin through my tears* Do do do do do...! Commercial break...! *grabs a tissue and blows my nose*

Ayyyyy, Siren joining in the singing! 😄😄😄💗💗💗

oh? Note!

Does Hummy know how to be mad?

Doesn't seem so. XD

Oop, there they are

"Don't call me by that name anymore." Oh. I did wonder if she was gonna get a new name. I wonder what it'll be.

Oh! Ellen! She used that in one of her disguises, right?

Oh, get outta here Gandalfs. >:-(

Oh HECK, on top of everything else Bassdrum has to have complete disrespect for the environment too??? He can go step on a lego right now please.

TRANSFORMATION TIME!

Also it occurs to me now that they've said "Unforgiveable!" to all these villain attacks including all the ones Siren's been at the head of, and Ellen's like...seriously taken that to heart thinking she can never be forgiven for them........T-T ToT ToT ToT T^T <3 <3 </3 <3 </3 <3

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

FRICK

"If you want us to free her, then come with us to Minor Land and sing the Melody of Sorrow!" ...Or, she could just come over there and kick you in the groin and take Hummy back herself.

You didn't think thsi through at all, did you

Oh hey there Muse!

KICK HIM JUST KICK HIM

"No, I won't sing it." HECK YES

"It's because I don't want to make her sad! If I sing the Melody, then Hummy will drown in sorrow. I want her to sing happily, always." LET'S GOOOOO *APPLAUDS*

HECK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And her henshin item was inside her alll along :-) :-) :-)

HECK YEAH, TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH, EAT THAT, MEPHISTO

HECK YEAH, SHE HIT HIM AND GOT HUMMY

HECK YEAAAAAAAH GO BEAT GO

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!1 YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEESSSS PURIFICATION ATTACK TIME AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH ROCKIN' GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

*grooves in my seat to the end theme somewhat*

So it looks like this is continuing still into the next episode. Which I will be watching now too. hjdsfgjsfkhsd

*dances in my seat to the opening theme*

New base?

Why are they hiding from this kid's dad... this looks like the start of something cute and wholesome dksjhg

"Ellen is confused right now. It's hard turning into a Precure all of a sudden." Yeah. Especially right after having been on the villain's side for some time.

<3 <3 <3 <3

Well, they showed up with cupcakes at just the right time

Yeah, why take the dad's work stuff

Okay then

Sooooo did he take his dad's work and run away because the dad was busy with work not paying attention to his kid or something?

OH..... ;O; well dang... ;o; ;o; ;o; <3 <3 <3

"When I was little, I got separated from my other too." Oh yeah! Hibiki really is the best person to talk to him about this then, she's had to deal with the same thing--Ellen????

Not the time, Ellen, not the time--D-:<

Freakin' heck, Ellen needs the same talk from these two that this kid does...

"The connection we have may disappear in an instant. So it's better not to have bonded in the first place." WRONG. If you just avoid any experiences that'll make you happy just so you won't have to deal with any pain that can also come of them, where does that leave you? Just not feeling anything for all your life? That would SUCK, dude.

ToT ToT ToT

oh hey Hummy

the faceless background characters be a little creepy if you focus on them too much

Oh? Stuffed cat?

"Why does Papa have this?" Maybe he was planning to give it to you.

OHHHH DID HE HANDMAKE IT TOO <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heck yeah, you tell her!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!'

*sings like Gumball and Darwin* Do do do do do! Commercial break!

TvT TvT TvT TvT TvT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!

uh oh

DON'T YOU DARE NEGATONE THAT SWEET LITTLE STUFFED CAT

OH HECK YOU

TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3

TRANSFORMATION TIME

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

WOOP WOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH GO RHYTHM

GO MELODY

POOP

WOOOOOOOOO<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

She didn't realize exactly the harm she was doing until now huh.... ;-;

"I don't have the right to be a Precure." Yes you do! For heck's sake, just 'cause you did things that were wrong doesn't mean you can't recognize that and make up for them now, dummy! skfjdgls

"Siren. Forget about the Precure or what you have done. Siren. What do you want to do now?" *CLAPS*

"You gotta let go of that stuff from the past 'cause it just doesn't matter. The only thing that matters... is what you choose to be now." - Po, Kung Fu Panda 2

HECK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HAAAA I REMEMBER THAT MOMENT OF HER MAKING A GUITAR CHORD WITH HER HAIR HA HA HAAAA XD XD XD !!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY POOP I DIDN'T KNOW THOSE THREE COULD DO THAT KLSDGLKS

HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PURIFYING TIME

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye bye Mamoru's dad! <3

Oh hey Otokichi. Which is your name they're saying now which I'm trying to get properly stuck in my memory.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Wise words from this guy. One of the best arguments I've seen against that stupid "Every one of us is all alone" sentiment.

Oooooooh backstory reveal??????

hjklshdgdslkjfhdgslaru ;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dances in my seat to the end theme while crying rainbows*

I think that's a good place to end for the day

*collapses backward across the couch* Woooooooooo!!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂💗💗💗💗💗💗💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💖💖💕💕💗💗💗😊😊😊😊😊💕💗💖💖💖

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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Poisoned (Woozi)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, AU, School, Crossover, Romance ☁

Word Count: 3,635 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jihoon ☁

World: Kpop, Seventeen ft. GOT7 and Topp Dogg/Xeno-T ☁

Prompt: “Oh, this has got to be the most disgusting thing ever – here, taste it!”

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You sat in the back of your Home Economics class, watching the pair in front of you with pure amazement. Mingyu and Jaebum were the power duo of the class, getting a perfect grade on every dish they made. You just couldn’t understand how they made such amazing food with no effort.

“Yah, stop daydreaming and help me.” Your partner, Byungjoo, nudged you in the side with a scowl.

“It’s just ramen, Bjoo, how hard is it to make?” You questioned, lazily, choosing instead to lean back in your chair.

“With that attitude, you’ll never impress Jihoon.” He pointed the spoon at you with a frown before turning back to the ramen.

You also frowned, sliding down in your chair. Your eyes landed on the boy in question, positioned on the opposite side of the room, working with his partner, Jinyoung. You’ve been crushing on the blonde boy since he stood up for you in middle school, but since you had different social circles, you found it hard to talk to him. None of your friends knew him, so it was a struggle to find a way to work yourself into his life. That didn’t stop you from trying to come up with a solution, though.

You sighed in frustration, letting your head fall onto the table. “What am I gonna do?”

Byungjoo patted your back half-heartedly as he focused on the soup. “On the bright side, it’s movie night.”

That did make you feel a bit better. “Can I choose the movie this time?”

He shrugged. “I don’t care, but you know how picky Jiho is.”

Byungjoo, Jiho and yourself have been best friends ever since you were tots in diapers. As you grew older, the bond between you became stronger until the three of you became a family, supporting each other through life’s twists and turns. To celebrate this bond and to face the reality that you all would probably split ways after high school, Jiho started hosting a movie night. Every Friday, the three of you would gather on his couch and watch several movies, usually chosen by Jiho himself. It was a small frame of time where you forgot about everything else, stuffed your face with various snacks, and enjoyed the company of your brothers.

When school ended, you and Byungjoo raced off to the local movie rental store, Blickbuster. The blonde kept sneaking around the isles trying to see which genre and movie you were choosing, but he was soon cornered by a couple of girls from school who may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with him.

‘That’s what you get for being so popular’, you snickered to yourself, quickly grabbing a couple movies that looked interesting before rushing to the counter. Because the internet was taking over when it came to movies, Blickbuster wasn’t as popular as it once had been. It sucked for them, but it was good for you because there was no line to wait in.

The cashier took his sweet time to scan the movies, making you want to yell at him to move a little faster, but he was an older gentleman and you didn’t want to be rude. You could hear Byungjoo’s steps as he rushed over to you, but the movies were slid into the plastic bag just before he reached the counter. He pouted at you, but you just offered him a thumbs up and a cheeky smile.

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Jiho looked up when his front door opened, scowling at the two of you – chatting cheerfully with each other as if you hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes late. “What took you two so long? We were supposed to walk home together, remember?” You tried to subtly shift the bag behind you, but he caught the logo. “No way, I don’t trust you, Y/N!”

When he turned away to set up the DVD player, you and Byungjoo shared a sneaky look.

Sniffling loudly, you put on the saddest face you could manage as you approached the couch, hands clasped tightly against your legs. Jiho watched you with suspicious eyes while Byungjoo looked at you with pity, making sure the brown-haired male saw the look. “Come on, man! Y/N is having some serious dating issues. She was really looking forward to showing us this movie.”

Still suspicious, he shifted his weight uncomfortably. “What movie is it?”

“I wanted to – sniffle – surprise you.” You responded in a timid voice. Byungjoo nodded, throwing his arms around your shoulders and frowning at the male.

Heaving out a deep sigh, Jiho gave in. “Fine,”

As soon as the words passed his lips, your mood flipped and you high-fived the male next to you. Dread filled him as Jiho realized that he had just been played. “You guys suck!”

“We love you, too, Jiho~!” You both chorused, working together to form a heart with your hands.

Working together, you quickly filled the coffee table with snacks and got everything connected. The boys settled down on the couch while you popped the disk into the DVD player, flicking off the lights. You squeezed in between them and pressed play.

Twenty minutes into the horror movie, both boys were clutching onto you for dear life, screaming every time something mildly disturbing happened which was quite often. Meanwhile, you were completely relaxed, munching on popcorn as the guy was forced to saw his ankle off in order to escape the room.

“You guys are such babies.” You mumbled, flinching. “Stop screaming in my ear, Jiho!”

“You have no soul!” He cried, throwing the blanket over his head when a particularly loud scream left the television.

Jiho’s older sister, Sarang, descended the stairs, rubbing her tired eyes. When she saw the horror movie playing on the screen, she decided to sneak up behind the three, screaming as loud as her lungs would allow. Her brother shrieked, falling off the couch and throwing himself against the wall. Byungjoo slammed his face into your shoulder, nails digging into your arm. Even you jumped, whipping around to face the source.

“That was not funny, sis!”

Sarang giggled, flicking the lights on. “I thought it was hilarious!”

You paused the movie and tried to pry the blonde off of you. “Did we wake you up?”

“Yes, but I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” She plopped down on the couch next to you. “Mind if I join?”

“Nope! I’m going to bed, goodnight!” Without waiting for a response, Jiho stomped up the stairs, having had enough of being scared for one night.

You turned to Byungjoo who had finally removed his nails from your skin. “You in?”

Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly nodded.

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You flipped through the channels, looking for something at least mildly interesting to watch. You and Sarang had finished both movies, and Byungjoo had fallen asleep sometime during the second movie, using your shoulder as a pillow. You weren’t tired at all, though.

Because of how late it was, there wasn’t much playing on TV, so you just settled for a Running Man re-run. The blonde snored lightly as Sarang exited the kitchen, carrying two glasses of coke.

“So tell me, Y/N. Have you confessed your undying love to that boy yet?”

You shifted in your seat, taking a long sip of the drink.

“That’s a no,” she laughed, “You’re taking Home Ec, right?”

“Yeah, but I can’t cook to save my life.” You frowned at the glass, rubbing your thumb over the condensation. “Pretty sure Bjoo is failing because of me.”

“That’s a shame. You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?”

“You joined Home Ec and you don’t even know?” She looked at you in surprise. “What did you join for, then?”

“Bjoo begged me to join him because he thought the class would be full of girls. He wanted to use me as his wingman, but the class is mostly guys. There are only four girls, and two of them are obsessed with him.”

Sarang giggled. “Ah, high school life~ I remember what it was like being young~”

“You’re not even that old…”

“But you know, Y/N,” she leaned forward, holding her finger up with a smile, “The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

You sat for a moment, taking in that information. “If that’s the case, then I really am screwed!”

“Nonsense! Your teacher is Mrs. Jung, right?”

“Yeah,”

“Perfect! She’s an amazing cook and a brilliant teacher. As long as you listen well and do as she does, you’ll be a pro in no time.” She patted your shoulder gently. “You’re resourceful and smart, have some confidence in yourself.”

You nodded, jumping off the couch and holding out your fist in determination. “You’re right, I can do this!”

Byungjoo groaned in pain, having been thrown face-first onto the floor.

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“I can’t do this…” You muttered as Mrs. Jung approached your table.

She looked down at the plate of food you had prepared, up to your crestfallen face, and back down to the food. What was meant to be a simple dish of bacon, eggs, and toast turned out to be a disaster because Byungjoo trusted you to cook the food alone after you begged him all morning.

The eggs were like rubber, the bacon was hard as a brick, and the poor toast, rather than being golden brown, had turned pitch black. Mrs. Jung cleared her throat, “Well… we all have to start somewhere. Good effort, Y/N, Byungjoo.”

You bowed your head in shame as the girls at the next table started laughing at you. Byungjoo did his best to comfort you, but his words didn’t reach. You honestly felt like such a failure – a hopeless loser that couldn’t even make toast properly. It wasn’t just your inability to cook, either. Byungjoo had trusted you and you had let him down. His grades would surely suffer from your overconfidence.

The next couple of days passed by you as a blur. You hardly said a word despite Jiho and Byungjoo’s various attempts to cheer you up or, at the very least, get some sort of reaction out of you. Everything they tried ultimately failed, though.

When lunch rolled around, you found yourself sitting alone at the table. Neither boy could be found, but you didn’t even notice. As Jihoon entered the cafeteria, his eyes landed on you. With a furrowed brow, he quickly glanced around the room, but neither Jiho or Byungjoo were in the room. You never ate without them. Had you fought with them? He had noticed your change in attitude over the past few days, but since he didn’t actually know anyone in your circle, he had no way of knowing.

The chair next to you squeaked as he pulled it away from the table, sitting down on the hard plastic. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t cook.” You muttered, absentmindedly stirring your potatoes.

He was quiet for a moment, carefully thinking over his response. “Cooking isn’t for everyone. Even so, don’t give up. Whenever you feel like giving up, think about the reason you want to improve your cooking. Focus on that reason until you no longer have the desire to give up.” After saying his peace, he stood up and headed for his usual table.

You looked up as he walked away, feeling the fork slip out of your fingers in surprise. It was Jihoon! You let his words sink in before you felt a new wave of resolve come over you. With your new found energy, you sprung up, slamming your hands on the table. “I will learn how to cook!”

The other students looked at you like you were weird, disturbed by your sudden outburst. Jihoon hid his smile behind his hand, eyes following you as you rushed out of the cafeteria.

Most of your lunch period was spent searching for your two best friends. There were only ten minutes left when you finally found them talking to each other in the hallway. You ran up to them and threw your arms around their necks.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting! I’m sorry I’m practically making you fail, Bjoo!

They exchanged a look of surprise but returned the embrace.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jiho questioned.

“Was it aliens – ow! What’d you hit me for?!”

“Because you’re an idiot and you’re ruining the mood.”

“You ruin the mood all the time!”

“Exactly. It’s my job to ruin the mood, not yours.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

You burst out laughing, wrapping your arms around your stomach. It felt good like you were releasing all of the negativity that had been hanging over you the past few days.

The pair smiled at you, happy that you were no longer sulking. Byungjoo waited for your laughter to die down before speaking, “We have a surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” You questioned, wiping away your tears.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Jiho wished you both good luck before you went your separate ways. Byungjoo was practically skipping to Home Ec and you were beginning to feel nervous. Was he going to get even with you for making him watch a horror movie?

The two of you were the last ones in the class before the bell and you caught Jihoon’s eyes. He sent you an encouraging smile, which you returned with a nervous one.

You went to take your seat, but the blonde shoved you into the chair next to Mingyu who offered you a kind smile. Byungjoo took his normal seat, but Jaebum was sitting next to him. Before you could question him, the teacher walked in and the lesson began.

As Mingyu started the day’s dish, he explained the situation. “Your friends explained your predicament to me and Jaebum. You like Jihoon, right?”

You startled, dropping the metal bowl that you were holding. You visibly winced as it bounced off the table and hit the floor, spinning for a few seconds before coming to a stop. With an apologetic glance to the teacher, you scurried away to grab the bowl, wanting nothing more than to hide from the watchful eyes of your classmates. The three boys surrounding you stifling their laughter. Not knowing the two that well, you turned to face Byungjoo with a scowl.

“I’m going to send you so many horror gifs!”

His laughter died immediately, his body tensing.

Mingyu chuckled, gaining your attention. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. They were really concerned about you, you know?”

You watched him as he carefully measured the ingredients. “They’re idiots, but… they’re good guys. I feel bad for making them worry.”

He hummed, “In that case, you should make it up to them by doing your best. Even if you fail, you can look them in the eyes and say that you did your best without giving up.”

As his words sunk in, you smiled. “Thank you. Please teach me all you know!”

“That’s the spirit!” He grinned, rolling up his sleeves. “Let’s get to work, we have a lot to cover before the exam.”

“Yes, sir!”

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The next week you focused solely on food.

Reading cooking magazines, watching cooking programs, going through the notes Mingyu made you… you even went so far as to play flash games about cooking. There were several times that you wanted to give up, but you remembered both Jihoon and Mingyu’s encouraging words. It re-energized you and gave you the confidence to forge forward.

The day of the exam finally arrived.

Everyone in the class was tasked with creating a curry dish. Because it was a test, the students worked alone rather than in pairs. You were feeling extremely nervous, but your friends had sent good vibes to you before the test began. You did the best you could, using the knowledge Mingyu had instilled in you.

When it was your turn to be judged, everyone looked at you in surprise.

The curry looked completely normal, delicious even. The rules of the test were that the student was supposed to taste their own dish before the teacher, but you were feeling nervous because you had never tasted your own food before. You grabbed a spoonful of curry, trying to steady your shaking hand.

Hearing Byungjoo laughing at your nervousness, you made a split second decision. Whipping around, you shoved the spoon into his mouth only to freeze. It wasn’t Byungjoo standing behind you, it was Jihoon.

His skin turned deathly pale and the class swore that his soul had left him.

“Shit,” you cursed, watching as he stumbled out of the classroom, clutching his stomach. The class was silent.

“Go!” Mingyu whispered, pushing you forwards. You took off after him, finding him leaning against the wall for support.

Swallowing down your nerves, you gently took his arm and put it over your shoulder, helping the boy to the nurse’s office. After quickly explaining what had happened, the nurse gave him a liquid to settle his stomach before directing him to lie down on one of the beds.

You sat on the stool by his head, staring at your hands. You couldn’t dare look him in the eye after what you had done. “I am so sorry, Jihoon! I thought Bjoo was behind me and I… I’m so sorry!”

He took a deep breath, thinking over what he wanted to say. “What reason did you have for wanting to be a better cook? What’s your motivation?”

The question surprised you. “I… was trying to get someone’s attention…”

“Byungjoo?”

“Eh?” You finally lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised by the determination burning within their depths.

“You were trying to get Byungjoo’s attention, right?”

Your nose scrunched up in disgust, “Ew, no. He’s practically my brother.”

“Then who?” His brow furrowed. He had been sure that you were trying to impress the blonde.

“Oh my god! Why are these two so dense?!”

“Be quiet! You’re gonna get us caught!”

You exchanged a look with Jihoon before approaching the door. When you pulled it open, two boys fell through while Mingyu and Jiho stood behind them. The two on the floor were Byungjoo and one of Jihoon’s friends, Seungkwan.

Seungkwan pulled himself to his feet, huffing out in annoyance as he waved his arms dramatically. “You two are so frustrating!” He turned to you, pointing a finger at your face. “How do you feel about him?”

“I…” Biting your lip, you decided that you had already made a complete fool out of yourself already – you had nothing left to lose. Taking a breath to steel your nerves, you turned around to face Jihoon. “Do you remember that time in middle school? It was our second year and I was being bullied by some girls because of Jiho.”

“How is that my fault?!”

“Fangirls,” Byungjoo responded simply, throwing his arm around the boy.

You continued, ignoring their exchange. “We had never spoken before, but you still stood up for me. They stopped messing with me after that day… After that, I started to feel strange every time I looked at you. Whenever our eyes met, my heart would start racing. I found myself thinking about you whenever you weren’t around… Bjoo made me realize that I was crushing on you, but those feelings only got stronger as we got older. I originally joined Home Ec because of Bjoo… I guess I can see why you’d think that I liked him, but I started taking cooking seriously because I wanted you to notice me!” Your cheeks were burning and you felt yourself shaking a bit, but you felt so much lighter now that you had gotten everything off your chest.

Your two idiots started clapping proudly, wiping away invisible tears from their eyes. They were moved by your bravery.

Jihoon was silent for a good minute before he pushed himself into a sitting position. “Come here, Y/N.”

You glanced back at your friends for encouragement, receiving a thumbs up from both of them. You slowly approached his side.

He gently grasped the collar of your shirt, tugging you down until your lips connected with his own. At that moment, everything else disappeared. He was the only thing in your world and it felt amazing. You smiled as he pulled away, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke, “I’ve liked you since our first year of middle school.”

“Finally! Jeez,” Seungkwan sighed as he left the nurse’s office, muttering to himself about how much of a pain you both were.

You rubbed the back of your neck, smiling sheepishly at him. “I’m sorry for poisoning you…”

Jihoon chuckled, “It was worth it.”

Little flecks of white started to rain down on you both, courtesy of Byungjoo and Jiho who had shredded up some paper and were currently tossing it at you.

“Boys! Stop making a mess!” The nurse scolded them, ordering the pair to stay after school to clean up the mess they had made.

As you watched them being scolded, you felt Jihoon wrap his arm around your waist and lean against you. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. The boy you had been chasing for so long was finally yours, and you were finally his. All it took was serving him some disgusting food that nearly killed him. It was like a fairytale at that moment –

“So, are we not gonna talk about how you were trying to poison me?”

“What did I say about ruining the mood?”

“I don’t see your name on it.”

“You don’t see – are you five?!”

You giggled at their argument, reaching down to place a chaste kiss on Jihoon’s lips. “Welcome to the family~”

“Great, more idiots to deal with.”

“Hey!”

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authoratmidnight · 5 years

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The more we learn about Sakae the more I’m pissed at how they changed him in the s2 ending and the more I’m sure we’re won’t be getting a s3, or at least non a s3 that follows the manga in anyway.

Cause aside from using the first ep to retcon the last ep, they kinda shot themselves in the foot with the Sakae storyline.

Anime and manga spoilers blelow

The s2 finale went out of their way to make Sakae the antagonist and paint him as a bad guy, which basically spits in the face of what we’re learning about him and the way the scene went down in the manga.

In the manga the spider was the villain of that arc through and through. It used it’s threads/ability to try to manipulate Abeno into freeing it and failing that took control of Ashiya to do the same thing, and when Abeno interfered had Ashiya attempt to kill him. Upon having the sense slapped back to him by a barely conscious Abeno Sakae’s spirit then took control (as Ashiya though he’d killed Abeno and was horrified) and proceeded to unflinchingly use his Influence to kill the spider.

For some reason, the anime left out attempting to control Abeno and had it control Ashiya from the get go (which, ok fine that’s not /that/ big of a change) and had Sakae take control of him sooner and had SAKAE be the one trying to kill Abeno for stopping him from killing the spider. And while he was slapped back to his senses, he proceeded to collapse and pass out once Ashiya took control back, and then Abeno freed and exorcised the spider back tot he underworld. Alive.

Which, frankly makes 0 sense even in the context OF THE SHOW as the spider demon 1) was clearly sealed for a damn good reason and Abeno realized at the start that freeing it was a bad idea cause it would kill them and 2) it was literally screaming moments before about how it ‘hates all humans’ and was ‘going to kill all humans’ when it was freed.

And I’m expected to believe that Abeno stopping Ashiya from killing it and it talking to Fuzzball is enough to make it do a 180 in its ways and decide ‘oh hey maybe humans aren’t all bad and I can trust them. Yeah it was pleading ‘oh I promise I won’t hurt any humans’ but like, fuck, antagonists/villains say that all the fucking time w/o meaning it in an attempt to play off the kindness of the hero. Like, this thing was literally sealed away to keep it from hurting anyone. For decades (if not more). I really doubt a 30 second talk with a human and a fluff ball is gong to make it suddenly be all good.

But back on the topic of Sakae. While it’s true we at that point didn’t know much about him aside from he’s Ashya’s dad, his appearance, his yokai related abilities, that he knew Aoi-san and that he is apparently infamous for using his Influence ability to kill yokai. That’s it.

And as it is the last point should be taken with a grain of salt as we’re hearing that tidbit from yokai who are, quite frankly, very prejudiced against humans. (the Executive literally tried to kill Ashiya were he stood simply cause ‘I don’t like humans’ so you can bet the yokai aren’t going to care *why* Sakae did what he did, just that he did it.

Plus, we’ve never been given any indication that he dislikes or has harmed humans. In fact, quite the opposite. If Ashiya’s mother is any indication he goes out of his way to HELP them.

Case in point, new information we’ve learned seems to suggest (to me at least) that Sakae, may not be all that bad a person. I mean he was friends with and even employed by Aoi, so I can’t imagine them employing someone that dangerous.

We’ve recently learned that, he’s actually quite kind, having rescued a nearly frozen to death yokai and nursed her back to health, and that he seems to have been something of a yokai magnet to the point that his family died ‘under suspicious circumstances’ and all the people that looked after him or were friends with him got sick or injured mysteriously (it’s implied this is due to yokai) so he was something of a loner as no one wanted to be around him. On top of that, Ashiya’s mother seems to have been a yokai magnet herself, although she can’t see them. In fact all the characters that met Sakae themselves have only good things to say about him. Everything else we hear is second hand accounts.

If anything, what we’re learning seems to suggest that perhaps all the yokai he killed were out of self defence to protect himself or his family. Especially if we look at all the times that he’s taken over Ashiya.

Incident one- The capybara yokai that attack and injured Fuzzball then attmpted to kill Ashiya

Incident two- When Yahiko tried to play a joke on Ashiya and took on the form of the Executive-someone who that long ago had attempted to kill Ashiya, and incident we KNOW left him fucked up. Ashiya’s PTSD kicked in and he thought he was going to die if he didn’t act first.

Incident three- The spider yokai. It used him to try and kill Abeno (and indeed Ashiya did think he had done that) and it was going to kill him.

Each and every time Sakae has taken over it was because Ashiya and/or someone dear to him was facing down a yokai that had malicious intent and he and/or someone he cared about was in life threatening danger (or perceived danger in the case of the second incident, his ptsd overrode everything else so as far as he was concerned he WAS in danger). Sakae is trying to protect Ashiya. Which makes sense considering how much Sakae (and those close to him) apparently suffered b/c of yokai.

As I mentioned earlier the yokai are hella prejudiced against humans so even if it turns out that all the yokai he killed had attacked him/someone close to him unprompted and wanted to kill them and he only ended up killing them in defence/because they wouldn’t leave when he told them to, all they would care about ‘this human killed yokai so he’s a bad human’.

BUT, because of the change at the end of s2, this won’t work. The anime has Sakae as a bad guy who will even attack humans (which, we’ve never had any indication he’d do and with what we did learn it *really* seems unlikely he would do). Which is gonna make it really hard to paint him as sympathetic later on as we learn more about him. Plus the fall out from that event had lasting impacts on the characters AND the story. Can’t run with the ‘you killed a yokai so you’re banned from the underworld’ plot line since, he didn’t kill anything (and it would see weird ban him for almost doing that now when the capybara incident did not get him banned). Can’t have Ashiya working through the trauma that came out of ‘I killed a yokai with my own hands’ cause, that never happened. Any hope of Sakae as a sympathetic character is gone now.

They literally removed an entire plot point and butchered up an other.

So idk how they’d manage a third season that follows the manga storyline short of using the first episode to retcon the s2 finale. Since we don’t see Abeno send the spider off they could, feasibly, get away with pulling ‘Abeno fibbed to Ashiya about what happened and [Ashiya] actually DID kill the spider yokai and what we saw was just what Abeno told Ashiya had happened’. It might seem a big contrived but that’s the only way short write an entirely new story from this point on.

And it frustrates me b/c this is a good series and I’ve love a third season, but whoever was doing the script writing and adapting shot themselves in the foot with their decision on how to end S2.

If you’re adapting a story that’s not finished, and the author has clearly laid the groundwork for character/their motives but hasn’t revealed things in full yet, it’s probably NOT a good idea to decide to tamper with and change what is already known about them. Cause those changes might fuck everything up.

#the morose mononokean #fukigen na mononokean

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charmergirl2468 · 5 years

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Hermitcraft Babus

Chapter 1: Appearance

Authors note: Ok, so I took the Hermitcraft Child AU from @concorp and tweaked it so that a) all the kids were different ages, b) would only include organic looking builds, and c) change a few names to fit more with what I envisioned. This is also just a pilot to see if this fic is worth going forward with or if I should just stick with just daydreaming about it at work. Either way, hope you like it!

If there was one thing Scar loved, aside from Jellie, was flying over Hermitville. It was pleasing to see the huge builds he, Grian, and Iskall made as he glided by. It was a fun race to build height regardless of the tie.

But there was something amiss. Namely, Scara, the plant monster part of his build was missing. He mumbled a “What the…?” As he headed to where Scara use to sit. Did someone prank him? Seems like too much effort for a prank. Perhaps griefing for the Area 77 shenanigans? No, anyone with an actual ax to grind with Area 77 would prank there directly rather than hit one of Scars big builds.

Scar’s questions were put to rest when a tiny green child hugged him around his legs. He gazed down to see girl, no older than five years old, looking up at him with a smile on her face and giggles coming out of her mouth. She was wearing an orange dress with dark purple tights and red strapped shoes. Glasses adorned her adorable face in front of magenta eyes and a blue wizards hat too big for her head sat on top of her forest green curly hair, framing her freckled face. Scar felt like he recognized the kid, but couldn’t place where.

It all clicked for him, however, when the tiny tot called out “Daddy!” to the unsuspecting hermit.

Needless to say he short circuited for a few minutes before he could fully process what just happened.

There was only one proper way to respond to the situation to him.

“XISUMA!!!”

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“So let me get this straight,” Xisuma started, a hand on his forehead to ease a coming headache, “you flew over Hermitville from Area 77 and saw that your plant monster was gone. Then you found a little girl who looks a lot like your plant monster at the base of where it was and she’s calling you ‘daddy’?”

“That’s the gist, yeah” Scar confirmed, the little girl resting on his hip in his arms and giggling away, “I’m starting to think the kid is Scara”

“Yeah silly daddy!” The girl exclaimed giddily, reaching up to tug at Scars hat. There was an awkward pause between them before Xisuma sighed.

“So to amend what I said before;” Xisuma gritted out in frustration, “you found Scara had somehow turned into a kid. Welp, this is officially the strangest thing I’ve ever seen happen on Hermitcraft!”

“Daddy, is Uncle X gonna be ok?” Scara asked, looking at her dad with her head tilted curiously. All Scar could do was pet her head with a small smile.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Kiddo” he replied. “But are you ok? Do you remember anything weird?”

The little plant gave a thoughtful hum before replying with “Nope! Just woke up on the ground. I do ‘member a few things like how to do magic and that my eyes were hurt, but then you made them feel better!”

“Wait,” Xisuma questioned, “You can do magic? What kind?”

Little Scara decided to purely demonstrate by waiving her hands in the air, a light blue aura swirling around her palms and finger tips. Without warning, that same aura surrounded Xisuma as he started to levitate off the ground. The plant person giggled as her father set her down and sat beside her, laughing at his friends misfortune.

“H-Hey!” He exclaimed in surprise, “p-put me down! Please!”

The two just laughed as Scara made the admin do loops and spins in the air. Scar had to admit, even if this was beyond weird and didn’t make any sense, he did feel a fatherly bond with the young girl beside him. Maybe it was the fact she was his build, maybe it was the way she just casually calls him daddy, he didn’t really know. All he knew was that she’d already wormed her way into his heart.

The blissful moment was shattered, however, by a loud “OI!” And the sound of footsteps getting closer. The surprising exclamation made Scara drop Xisuma, causing him to land unceremoniously on his butt. The admin groaned from the fall.

Another girl, looking to be about 16 years old, stomped up with a baby in her arms. The teen had a tan complexion and ginger orange hair in a side ponytail with fiery red eyes (which, when given a closer look, had slit pupils). She was wearing a red tank top, black jeans held up by a brown belt and black combat boots, but that wasn’t the strangest thing about her. Her back adorned dragon wings, horns and lizard tail. Comparatively, the baby crying away in her arms was normal, the tot having tuffs of dark still growing hair and being wrapped up in some sort of hoodie.

“What are you lot laughing about!?” The tween angrily asked, British accent present. Xisuma examined her at a distance as he tried to rub the soreness away from his backside. He thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t pin point why. Scar got to his feet to walk towards her, but was shoved the baby instead. “Know What? I don’t care right now. You daft adults can at least take the brat off my hands”

All it took was Xisuma looking up at the other two build-off towers to realize what was going on.

“Oh come on!”

The lack of a dragon and penguin confirmed who these two new children are.

#charm art #Hermitcraft Babus #hermitcraft #hermitcraft child au #goodtimeswithscar #xisuma #hermitcraft scara #the other kids show up in chapter 2 but again this is just a pilot to see if anyone wants this #also I think Xisuma’s cool but using him for comic relief was too funny to pass up

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years

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in the middle of the night 🌜 - luke alvez x reader

this has been requested by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars <3

Prompt: #81 - “It´s cold, you should take my jacket.” with Luke Alvez

Characters: Luke Alvez x Y/N Y/L/N

Warnings: mention of shootings, blood, angst, horror (idk bad writing maybe?)

feedback is appreciated, i´m sorry for any mistakes xx

It happened again.

Those were one of the last words anyone on the team would have liked to hear that night. They were too slow, again. They could have prevented this from happening, but now, it´s done. Yet another brutal killing, another day of telling people that they lost their loved ones, another day, where they weren´t any closer to their unsub.

But let´s start from the beginning.

The BAU team has been called in by the police of Lafayette, Louisiana. There was a bunch of shootings going on in public places. Every shooting happened late at night or in the late evening. Most shootings happened in parks, cinemas, or at the lake. The police felt helpless because they weren´t able to keep their own people in their town safe. After like the second shooting and still no clue of what was going on, they decided to seek help from the profilers and they were happy to help. Just before they arrived, a third shooting happened. Again, nobody survived. All were brutally murdered while enjoying their evening in a bar.

As soon as the team had arrived, they started their work. Spencer and Matt tried to work on the geographical profile, while the rest of the team separated to go visit the different crime scenes and to talk to the family members of the people they had lost.

Nothing seemed to make sense. Everything was chaotic, there was no pattern. They had nothing. And then, those three words were said out loud. And neither one of them wanted them to be true.

And here they were, at the crime scene of the fourth shooting. This time, the unsub attacked his victims at a restaurant. 24 people have been killed. But this time, he made a mistake. He left one survivor. Y/N. She had a few scratches and bruises, and maybe saw stuff she would never ever forget in her life, but she was alive and breathing.

„Where is she? We need to talk to her? Maybe she saw something.“, JJ said as the team gathered together.

„Y/N is sitting over there.“, the Detective said as he pointed to a bench across the street, „she refused to get medical attention. And she hasn´t talked yet.“

The team looked at the girl. She was sitting on this bench, knees pulled up, safely tucked under her chin and her face seemed to be emotionless. An Officer was sitting next to her, but she barely seemed to register her.

„I can try and talk to her.“, Luke offered, at which Emily nodded and with this the former ranger made his way over to the young girl, who seemed to be barely in her twenties, while the rest of the team was trying to form a profile on their unsub.

Slowly, Luke approached the girl and gave the Officer a sign to move.

„Hi, my name is Luke. I´m with the FBI. Can I sit next to you?“, he carefully asked as he kept looking at the girl and waited for her reaction. When he couldn´t find one, he sat down next to her, making sure he left some space so she wouldn´t get scared.

„Can you tell me your name and how old you are?“, he continued to talk to her, but again no reaction.

He then suddenly noticed that the girl was shivering a lot. Concerned, he took his jacket off and carefully held it close to her. „It´s cold, you should take my jacket. Can I put it around you? I`m not gonna hurt you, I just want to keep you warm.“

And to Luke´s surprise, the girl nodded at his words which was the permission for him to move his jacket around her shoulders. The Girl, welcoming the warmth, pulled the jacket closer to her body.

„So, I heard you didn´t want to get checked out by the medics.“, Luke again tried to start a conversation and looked at the girl.

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked over tot he ambulances who had arrived after the news of the new shooting.

„I-I…I don´t need to be checked out. I-I´m alright.“, the girl stuttered, quickly looking back down on the ground.

„It´s just for your own good. And to see, if you got hurt.“

„Well, I´m still alive in comparison to the others, so I´m fine…I-I guess.“, she replied again and Luke didn´t dare to reply because he knew that she was right, although he still thought that she should get checked out.

„What´s your name?“, he wanted to know.

„Y/N…but most of my friends call me Y/N/N..“

„That´s a beautiful name.“, Luke smiled and looked towards the girl, „I know that this will be hard, but can you tell me something about what happened tonight?“

Y/N sighed and started to shake, „I-I…“

„Hey, look at me.“, Luke said and Y/N slowly turned her head towards the agent.

„You can tell me anything, okay? You don´t need to be scared. Nothing can happen to you. YOu´re safe with us, okay?“, he told her and looked at her, hoping that she believed his words.

After a moment of silence, the girl suddenly started to talk.

„M-My friends a-and I, we came to the restaurant tonight to celebrate Y/B/F´s birthday. She had j-just turned 21 and since we all were on spring break, we wanted to go out and celebrate. Weh ad just ordered the food, when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was halfway there when I heard the first shots…I-I didn´t know what to do at first, so I hid behind a chair. Everyone was screaming and crying a-a-and I just wanted to get out. B-But then…I heard him come closer and he shot again and there was a guy falling to the ground next to me. I-I didn´t know what to do a-a-nd where to go a-a-a-a-and….“, Y/N stuttered and had troubles to breath.

„Hey, it´s okay. Everything is okay. You´re doing great. What happened next?“

„I-I was so scared that I just tried to ran the next time he fired shots. Somehow, a bullet just scratched my upper arm and i feel down to the ground. I-I just felt someone fall on top of me a-and then I heard this man come closer and closer. I didn´t dare to move…I just held my breath a-and pretended to be dead. I-I felt this lifeless body on top of me and all I wanted to do was scream and cry and fight him, but I was just so scared. So I didn´t do anything. I´m such a coward. When I heard that he left the restaurant, I pushed the body of me and ran to my friends as fast as I could just to see…that…that they were all dead. The only thing I remember than is that I ran outside and that someone called 911. Why is this all happening?“, the girl finally broke down and Luke immediatley craddled her in his arms to provide her with comfort. He let her sob and his heart was breaking for the girl. After a while, when she had calmed down, he pushed her back a bit to look her in the eyes.

„Did you see the man who did this?“, he wanted to know.

„I-I only saw that he was quite tall. Just as tall as you…maybe in his 30s…at least his voice sounded pretty young, but other than that, I didn´t see a thing because he was dressed in all black and had a mask on.“

„You really helped us a lot, thank you so much! You´re really brave! Your friends would be proud of you right now.“

„I-I don´t feel very brave right now. I just want to go home…and forget everything.“

„You´ll be able to go home soon, just right after you got checked out okay?“

„Will you stay with me? I really don´t wanna be alone there..“

„You can count on that.“, Luke smiled and together with the young girl he made his over to the ambulance, in the middle of the night, swearing to himself, that this would be stopping. Enough was enough. He was done playing hide and seek with this guy.

@hellomentality @dontshootmespence @veroinnumera @sam-carter-in-training @princesswagger14 @tenaciousarcadeexpert @ultrarebelheart @illegalcerebral @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @marvelfanlife @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars @crimindsaspe @the-criminal-soldier @ssaunitchief @lookwhatyoumademequeue @sweater-vest-reid @crimeshowtrash @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @poppyreid @acespence @jennferjareau @docspencerreid @spencerreidreads

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader insert #luke alvez #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez fanfiction #luke alvez x reader insert #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez angst

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scipunk63 · 6 years

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The Devils Went Down to California

(Its still @forduary, but this prompt focuses on remembering Ford.)

Summary: Stan attends a family reunion, just 12 years shy of having his twin back.

Gravity Falls to California wasn't a horrible drive, especially when you have a lot to think about while driving. The landscapes are beautiful and quiet, and you know when you're at your destination when you first hear the sounds of city life stirring to welcome you. Waves that were too rough for the Stan-O-War would crash on soft sanded beaches, and the morning sun just barely hits your windshield hard enough to blind you-

Stan hated all of it.

"Dang it, Sherm- Why did everyone have to move HERE? It's not like they were banned from Jersey-" Stan grumbled, pushing his rode map down and furiously search street signs for SOMETHING that sounded about right.

Part of him felt pretty stupid for not accepting Shermie's offer. The one that involved a paid, round trip bus ticket and a 20 minute ride from the station and back after the trip was over. It would have been less of a hassle for both parties that way- but it wasn't something Stanford Pines would have done. Stanford Pines wouldn't trust a public transit, and would insist on driving the whole way.

He did the same thing when he moved to the Falls, after all. Stanley knew that much was true. Banned from the family or no, he still kept tabs on them, no matter where in the world they went in their lives.

"Okay- 1243 Oak Lawn..." Stan said, "This must be the place."

Pulling up along the curb, he stopped to take in the house before him. It was a nice, strong structure with a faded, sky blue, wood finish. On the front porch, he could see his brother settled in a porch swing. Sherm's face hadn't aged well, but he had a certain happiness about him and that was all Stanley could wish for. His brother must've been sleeping, because the hord of children and teenagers and family that rushed out of the house suddenly didn't seem to bother him much.

"Heh... Sherm always could sleep through anything." Stan mused, getting out of his car and gathering up the bags of presents he had brought with.

While he knew he had nieces and nephews, he didn't know how many of each or what age. So he figured that T-shirts and assorted baseball caps would suit everyone. A little something from the Falls that didn't break his bank or require him to actually speak to his family.

"Alright-" He was cut off by a round of crushing hugs and a flurry of "Uncle Stans!". Had it not been almost overwhelming, he would have thought it was nice.

"Give him some air!" He heard Shirley cry. "Someone go wake Sherman and get the babies- Wheres Ma?"

"Heh, it's fine, sis." Stan said, fighting his way through the crowd. "I'll see everyone eventually."

Eventually, he did manage his way to the stairs, handing a few gifts off to- Well, he would figure out which half of the family was Sherman and his wife's and which half was Shirley and her husband's later. They were all Pines, he knew that much was for certain. And he knew the weird looking old man was his brother.

He took a seat beside him and nudged him. Sherman jerked awake and fumbled to fix his glasses.

"Hey, Sherm." Stan said, "How's it going?"

"... I wasn't sleeping." Sherman gasped, his voice far away. A smile suddenly tugged at the corners of his face. "Don't tell Shirl. She's worse than my wife."

"I won't." Stan laughed, looking out at the mass of family now in their Falls gear. "How's the family? It just gets bigger every year... Can't keep up anymore."

"Good... Miles and Patty's twins are- I think one now..." Sherman muttered, searching the crowd breifly. "Mason and Mabel."

"They're one." Stan confirmed. "I can't believe it- Seems like they were born just yesturday."

"- And my daughter went back to the hospital the other day for her kidneys- And Miles just started at a tech company." Sherman said, ignoring Stan for a moment. "Shirley's brood are all in college now... The three of them."

"Sherm, I don't need everyone's story." Stan cut in. "I'll catch up with everyone later."

"You say that, then no one hears from you, Stanley!" The con-man felt his blood run cold.

"N-no, Sherm, I'm Stan-FORD."

"And I'm the Queen of England." Sherman scoffed. "My mind may be going, but I'm a Pines. You can't con a con. I've known since you came to my grandchildren's birth missing two fingers!"

"... You're taking it pretty well then." Stan sighed. "Does anyone else know?"

"Stan, I don't care... I've got my family and my kids around me... Not going to question a good thing." Sherman shrugged. "And our girls know, but that's about it."

Stanley frowned, looking back into the crowd of family. All were so happy to see him but, they were all so blissfully unaware of the secret that laid within their own brood. Though, if they did know, they were pretty good at hiding it from him. They probably got that ability from one of two people missing from the party.

"... Did dad know?" Stan asked.

"... He never would've let you into the hospital if he did." Sherman sighed. "Really wish you two made up before it was too late."

"Yeah, but dad wasn't the forgiving type."

"I wasn't talking about dad- Dad got over what happened years ago, he just wouldn't admit it." He frowned.

"... Sherm- If you knew all this then why did you wait until now to tell me?" Stan asked.

"Last chance to do it." Sherman said, slowly rising from his chair. "I'm gonna get a beer. Want one?"

A silence hung between the pair as Stan took in his brother's words. He almost had to admire him for taking things as was, and now he understood how he managed it. Sherm had the chance to be happy, so he was taking it. Maybe he was taking it for the last time. Just surrounded by his family, no secrets between them and apologies out of the way. Maybe it was something Stan could try out?

"I got it- Gives me a chance to see the twins." Stan said, rising up quickly.

"In the livingroom with Ma." Sherm called over his shoulder. "Go on then."

Stan smiled and made his way into the house and made a b-line for the livingroom to see his favorite people. He instantly saw his Ma, who aged much better than his brother, with two little tots on her lap. They were both playing tug of war with her beaded necklace, and she didn't seem to mind at all.

"And your father wa-" She stopped mid story to look up at her son. "Stanford! Hello, dear. Come sit."

From years of taking orders from her, Stan automatically hurried to do as she asked. He took a seat beside her, and took Mabel from her to lighten her load. Mabel giggled happily and hugged him in greeting.

"I think we might've found her favorite." Ma said. "You should've heard her asking for you earlier."

"Ma, she's 1. She can't ask for anything." Stan laughed.

"Just hush and enjoy them. They're going to need someone to spoil them when they're older." Ma pouted.

"Ma, what makes you think it'll be me?" He frowned. "I-"

He stopped, and noticed his mother's face drop. Her true age showed in the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Ones that only grew the more she cried and frowned with them. Every phone call he had ignored from her, and every family event he purposefully missed out on... Heck, he wasn't even going to come to this gathering if it didn't first hear that Sherman was sick again! His comment probably made it sound like he, his mother's soon to be last living son, planned on dropping out of the loop again.

"I... I don't know what kids like." He lied quickly. "Shirley knows that kind of stuff. She'll be the one who spoils them... I'll just- Rebuild that boat of mine and take them fishing."

The look of relief that washed over her face almost moved Stan to tears.

"Thank you, Stanford..." She said softly, wrapping her arms around the three of them.

"Ma- Its Sta-"

Her grip tightened on him.

"I know, sweetheart..."

Stan sighed, wrapping his bigger arms around her thin frame. Holding the three of them just like his mom used to hold him and his siblings. At the time, she felt like the safest place to him- and now he guessed it was his turn to take up the mantel. He already took up the role of Stanford- he'd have to take up Sherman's when the time came. So what was one more role in a sea of them? At least these ones meant something to someone.

"I'm so sorry, Stan- for everything you've been through." Ma began, her voice hushed. "With your father and your brothers and me-"

"Ma... I'm not going to think about it anymore." Stan sighed. "I've got my family around me now. I'm not going to question a good thing. Or something along those lines."

She nodded her head, and then rested it against Stan's arm. Not that it felt like much to him. He had greater weights on him before, but that was something he didn't need to think about. All those years aside, he finally had his family and a life that was worth continuing on. Not just for himself, but for the brother he would hopefully get back one day. Hopefully soon enough that he'd get to see Sherman, and the family, and sail those stupid waves they'd pass by as they made their way to the next reunion. Hopefully.

Hopefully he'd get to shed a mantel and just be Stanley again.

"Stan!" Mabel whined, patting his face. "STAN!"

Breaking from his thoughts, he looked at his precious girl and smiled. He wasn't going to think about things now. He had time still. Time to before he had to change quickly.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #shermy pines #shirley pines #ma pines

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tofusoups · 4 years

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omg ur so valid i'm the same i've only actually consistently listened to svt ever since i started listening to kpop LOL. my first mv was mansae too,, just a year later lmaooo. also like u i saw my boy (jeonghan) fell in love n he's still my bias to this day but now i am also dino biased too 🤩 the fact that u got into him from his mushroom hair is so funny omg oh another svt q! what’s ur fave song/era of theirs :0 mm also what other artists do u like! oh n also thoughts on their cb? (1/3)

also yeah i think when i did the age range thing last time i kept it as any age n my anon n the person i anoned for were nice i liked them a lot but like.. it's not the same as doing it w someone the age u know? also the amt of parallels we have is so funny my carat anon last time didn’t reveal themselves either LOL i promise i will reveal myself though i got u 😌 ur art is amazing omg i was honestly shocked urs was literally identical to the ref i would not b able to tell them apart (2/3)

i’m so excited for u i will be cheering u on if u do get around to drawing this summer 🤩 omg pls i will b so excited if u draw me Anything i will treasure it forever 😭 also pls don’t worry abt talking too much i have the same problem i wrote like. a whole essay back to my anon’s one ask n it was literally just one question ;;;; (also a little obvious since i have 2 literally split this up into 3 pts omfg…) (3/3) - carat anon (should b fine i think? or maybe 🍊 bc i love oranges LOL)

this is gonna be long BHSJBJF hope u enjoy my 🍊 🥺

OK the fact we have sm in common <3 helllooo im so excited to talk to u more seriously!!! T_T thats so funny tho lmfaoo yeah like i listen to other groups sometimes but ive never gotten into them as much as 17 like... ive been phasing out of being a “kpop stan” (that sounds so funny) for a bit, like im definitely not as big of a fan as i was at like... 15 LMAO i was cray zee.... anyways my POINT is that even tho im not into kpop as much anymore 17 will literally always be there for me like ill see a photo of a member and b like.. “oh.... right i love these boys so much 🥺 AND their songs bang...” and relisten to like ... boys be or going seventeen.

JEONGHANNN !!! jeonghan in mansae was a cultural reset like him n mingyus hair i loved the most in mansae.... i really miss his long hair tbh im always annoyed thinking about how he never has longer hair bc of all the fans being weird and making him out to be a mom (or just making him more feminine bc he had the hair) like stop <3 thanks! whats ur fave looks of his? like eras or styles that rlly stuck w u :O also dino? a king a legend in every way he really is the future of kpop as carats are saying lately...

hmm my fave eras of 17.. i feel like i tend to like the older eras bc i got into them at that time.. n i think their songs were better tbh 😌 Boys be has a big place in my heart bc it was my first kpop album n i got it for my birthday, i remember listening to mansae on my ride to school every day like it really was such a big part of my life its crazy kinda reflecting on it rn u know...🥺 i also really love pretty u + aju nice bc that was the era i Witnessed? like i watched the live performance of pretty u with my friend n we were both crying akjdkajdks. other than that i loved going seventeen era AND oh my ... i kinda fell out of 17 after clap/teen, age bc i just wasnt interested in much of the music anymore.... but then oh my/YMMD happened and rocked my world <3

i literally listed like 4 eras omfg. i cannot choose one im sorry KJDKSFKSFHA 😭

hmm other artists as in like kpop or in general? for kpop idk i listen to loona sometimes... NCT day6.. a lot more kindie like hyukoh and adoy! in general i listen mainly indie/alt and R&B, if u want i can show u some of my recent playlists ^__^ id love to see some music ur into as well (kpop or nonkpop :] )

i havent really listened to their CB LMAOOO im a fake carat... i mean i know left and right bc of all the vids baha and i just watched it randomly the morning it released but other than that idk much!! i do like the look of this one it kinda reminds me their An Ode era? what did u think of the CB? do u have any songs u rec from the album??

n OMG stop why am i excited for u to reveal urself hehe!! ok ik i was sad i didnt get to see my anon reveal themselves but i also didnt reveal myself to the person i was sending anons to KSJKFSF i kinda forgot to send asks. and they were also a kpop fic blog and not to b rude but i wasnt into that... sdkjjfk

and thank u so much that means a lot T_T i do enjoy drawing w refs bc i feel like i can focus on the colors and understand anatomy and light a bit more... but i wanna try doing freehand to strengthen my style too ToT

N LMFAOOO no its totally fine i enjoy the multiple asks but im realizing how long this reply is im SO sorry ... this is longer than some of the essays i wrote in school <3 fjskajfdksfhk

#🍊 anon #LOVE that emoji i think that is so cute and so fitting for u! <3 #Anonymous #i keep trying to put a read more bc this is so long . sorry mutuals <3 #I FEEL LIKE ITS NOT WORKING THO? i hate tumblr .

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Shot by the Gods- Meet the Parent Part 2

Summary: A series of One Shots, Ficlets, or Drabbles from my Gods of LS AU. While Gavin and Ryan are away, Geoff and Michael rob a gas station. One store patron, a young woman, is apathetic to the whole situation. They assume she's a reaper and take her back to the penthouse for Ryan to deal with when he gets home. But this girl is not what she seems.

Chapter: 13/?

Word Count: 2,578

Note: Takes place after Causing Chaos and directly after Meet the Parent

Previous / AO3

While Gavin and Ryan were gone, the rest of the crew still wanted to play. Even though their trip to England was only going to be a week long, the crew still wanted to keep busy. Jack and Jeremy had found other ways to take a break such as Jack visiting with her girlfriend, or Jeremy getting to have casual hangouts with B-team. Geoff was feeling antsy and was itching to cause some crime anyway.

With Ryan away, Geoff felt that he could rob another Limited LTD Gas station. It was small enough that he wouldn’t need Gavin or B-team tot back him up. Michael asked to join him on this small robbery, saying that his son, Lucas, was almost one and that he needed to stay in the game whenever he could.

Geoff and Michael drove to Mirror Drive without much of a plan and headed into the store. “HANDS UP!” Geoff yelled pulling out his gun. Michael followed behind, firing a few shots. Store patrons began screaming in fear and Michael began to shoot at them in response. Geoff ran up to the cashier. “Give me all the money!” he demanded. The cashier nervously opened the register and began pulling money out.

Michael began shuffling around the store to see if he could get any money off of anyone else in the store. He was pulling money off of a corpse when he heard someone yell, “Holy shit, I think that work!” He turned and walked to where he heard the voice coming from and saw a young girl, who couldn’t be older than twenty-three, open and shut the bathroom door.

“Hey, kid,” he called out to get the girl’s attention.

The girl didn’t turn to acknowledge him. “Mama’s treating herself to a Mountain Dew in celebration,” she said to herself, ignoring Michael.

“Hey! Kid!” Michael called out again. The girl continued to ignore him and walked over to the sodas. He ran over to the girl and grabbed her shoulder. “HEY! KID!” he screamed and he ran over to the girl and grabbed her shoulder.

The girl looked up at him casually. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“Why the fuck didn’t you respond when I was calling you?” he asked.

“Were you referring to me when you were calling out, ‘kid’? Because, I’m older than your parents,” then she gave Michael a look, up and down, “by the way, that’s a nice Mi-Mogar cosplay you got there.” she complimented while inferring that she knew Michael’s identity. Michael couldn’t take the absurdity anymore and began firing at the girl. The bullet went through the girl, but she continued to stand there as if nothing was happening. “Ooh, and a gun prop with smoke and sound effects. Nice touch,”

“GGGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Michael screamed.

“What’s up?” Geoff asked as he rounded the corner carrying a sack full of cash.

“THIS BITCH WON’T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND DIE!” Michael screamed.

Thee girl looked up at Geoff. “Kingpin’s here too?” she asked. Then she felt soda spraying out from the broken glass behind her, confirming that Mogar actually was shooting at her. “The Fake AH Crew actually is here. That’s awfully convenient and I shouldn’t really be surprised.”

Geoff pointed his gun at the girl. “What exactly do you want with the Fakes?” he asked.

“I’d like you to take me so I could meet Vaga… bond,” she explained, implying that she knew the Vagabond’s true identity a well. Geoff didn’t like the sound of it. Then he scurried over to the girl and tried to ram her into the coolers. He was very surprised when his hand slammed into the cooler door. He looked up and realized his hand was going through the girl’s chest, like she was intangible. “Your hand’s going through my chest, scandalous,” she joked. “In all seriousness though, I’m physically incapable of being harmed. You can imprison anyway, if you so desire, I’ll be captured willingly.”

“Throw her in the back of the car when we leave,” Geoff groaned as he finished everything up with the robbery. Michael nodded and gave the money he collected to Geoff and threw the girl over his shoulder. They rushed back out to the car and threw the girl in the trunk.

They drove back to the penthouse. Michael carried the girl to one of the interrogation rooms. Geoff noticed Jack sitting on the couch in the living room. “Hey Jack, how was your date?” he asked.

Jack looked up at him. “It was fine, Caiti’s doing great. How was the robbery? I see you took a hostage,” she questioned back.

“Yeah. Strange character, this one is. Speaking of which, are Gav and Rye coming back today, and where do we keep the reaper cuffs?”

“Yes, the two of them are coming back today and the cuffs are in Ryan’s room,” she answered. “But do you really think it’s a good idea to make Ryan do an interrogation the day he gets back?”

Geoff sighed, “look, I’m pretty sure we have a rogue reaper on our hands, and we’re gonna need the God of Death to take care of it. Now if you excuse me, I gotta go contain this chick before she stops the whole, ‘compliance act’, and starts causing serious trouble,” Geoff finished before he walked off.

He used the special reaper cuffs to cuff the girl to the chair, then he called Ryan and told him that they needed him for an interrogation at the penthouse. Within the hour, he and Gavin entered the penthouse.

“Again, I’m really sorry about how my mother treated you,” Gavin apologized to Ryan as the two of them walked in.

Ryan walked in behind him and sighed. “I told you, I’m not mad about it. I don’t know why your mother was so keen on misinforming herself, but I promise I’m not mad.”

“Ryan, glad you’re here. How was meeting Gav’s mom?” Geoff greeted as he walked over to Ryan.

“Turns out, she hates Vaga.”

“Ouch. Well, maybe disciplining one of your reapers will make you feel better.”

“I suppose we can hope.”

“Great. Now come with me,” Geoff directed.

Ryan looked at Gavin before he was ready to follow Geoff. “Don’t worry, love. I can catch up with Michael while you go do your job,” Gavin reassured him. Ryan nodded and went to follow Geoff.

When Ryan caught up to him, Geoff spoke again. “Look, this reaper is a bit odd and she wanted to meet you for some reason. I don’t know what her deal is, but I can assume she’s some sort of trouble maker.”

“Discipline the reaper, got it,” Ryan replied in understanding.

The got to the holding room and Ryan grabbed the door handle. “I’m gonna go back to the living room while you handle this, if that’s okay.” Geoff told him.

Ryan nodded and proceeded into the room. He saw a young-looking girl whom he didn’t recognize cuffed to a chair at a table in the center of the room. “Finally, the man I’ve wanted to meet! How are you darling?” the girl asked. Ryan stared at her, confused. “Look,” the girl started, “I completely understand if you resent me for not being around. I never thought I actually could come to this world. It took me too damn long to get my head out of my ass and remember that I can actually do whatever the fuck I wanted. And I’m sorry I was never around. I’d like to make up for lost time.”

He continued to stare at the girl in confusion, ‘I don’t recognize this reaper. I swear, if my council started creating new reapers without my permission,’ he started to think to himself.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” the girl interrupted his train of thought. “Your council didn’t disobey you and create a new reaper without your permission. You don’t recognize me as a reaper because,” she paused to lean back in her chair, put her legs up on the table, and rest her hands behind her head, letting the reaper cuffs fall to the floor, “I’m not one. Though I gotta say, it was pretty nice that your crew put me in reaper cuffs. They really know how to make a woman feel special.”

He now stared at this girl in shock, “how could you read my thoughts?” he asked.

“Comes with the territory.”

“Who… what are you?” he asked.

“You know who I am,” she assured him, with confidence.

He immediately tried to think of who this person could be. She didn’t seem like she could be much of a muse or Amazonian. Then his mind jumped to the most impossible answer to his question, but it surely couldn’t be right. “You’re… Mewdas, the Titan who created the universe,” he guessed, unsure of himself.

The girl smiled, “I’m so happy to finally meet one of my children,” she replied to confirm of his guess.

Ryan continued to stare in shock, then he smiled, “It’s nice to meet you, dad. Though. I don’t completely understand why you came in a female form.”

Mewdas’s smile dropped and she groaned, “Ugh, why did Fulcrus have to fill this world with all that patriarchal bullshit.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m not a man. Never have been, never will be.”

“My apologizes, mom,” he corrected himself.

“It’s okay. I’m just happy to see you. Would it be to forward to request a hug?” she asked.

“No, it would not be a problem,” Ryan told her. She quickly got out of her chair and the two of them met for a tender embrace.

Once they finished their hug, the two of them stepped back. “So, why haven’t you come to visit earth before?”

Mewdas sighed. “In all honesty, when I created this universe and planet, I created it for you and your siblings to do with it as you pleased. And even though I’m not a fan of everything that has been going on in this world, especially right now, I promised myself that this was your world to play with and I wouldn’t mess with it,” she answered, honestly.

Ryan understood and nodded. “Have you visited Fulcrus and Tuvagos yet?” he asked.

Mewdas shook her head, “nope, not yet.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, why did you choose to visit me first, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Mewdas smirked, “Well this may be my mothering instincts kicking in, but I wanted to meet with you so I could also meet your lovers. They are very good people for you as far as I’m concerned.”

Ryan was very surprised by this. “I’m surprised you chose me first if that’s your reasoning. Because Fulcrus,”

“I am well aware Fulcrus gets around. Even with your sister, which I find very questionable. And Tuvagos hasn’t picked a lover and settled down. But you picked two. I think their adorable and would love to meet them.”

“You do know that Fulcrus did convince Tuvagos and I to copulate and have children with a human before, right?”

“I do know,” she assured him. “And I’ve sent agents to meet and befriend the children of the two of you. None of that changes the fact that I’d like to be a better mother to you and your siblings, and meet your lovers.”

Ryan sighed and smiled. “I think I could still appreciate that. I don’t resent and I’m very happy I finally got to meet you. You’re actually quite lovely.”

“Daw, thank you. By the way, I’m also aware that you call yourself ‘Ryan’ while you’re here on earth, so I could refer to you as that if you’d prefer.” Mewdas smiled fondly and offered.

“That would actually mean a lot to me. And Meg’s not here at the penthouse, but would you like to meet Gavin?”

“I would absolutely love to.”

“And since you are my mother, would you be apposed to holding my hand as we leave the room?” he asked her.

Mewdas placed her hand into Ryan’s, “I wouldn’t be happier.”

The two of the walked out into the living room. Geoff saw the two of them walking out together. “What the hell...?” Geoff asked himself.

Mewdas nodded to Ryan and let go on his hand. He gave her a thumb up as she walked over to Michael, Jeremy, who had come back to the penthouse, and Gavin sitting on the couch. “Hello, you must be Gavin. I’ve learned so much about you and have been looking forward to finally getting to meet you,” She held her hand out as she greeted Gavin. Gavin stared at her, confused.

“RYAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Geoff demanded. Everyone paused what they were doing to look at Geoff. “YOU DO REALIZE THIS APATHETIC BROAD WAS BEING ANNOYING AT OR ROBBERY, RIGHT? OR DO YOU JUST HAVE A STUPID SOFT SPOT FOR ALL YOUR GODSDAMN REAPERS WHO CAUSE ME TROUBLE?!”

Mewdas turned to face Geoff, “oh darling, I’m not a reaper.”

Ryan’s eyebrows furrowed as he also turned to face Geoff, “and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak so ill of my mother.”

“Your mother!?” Michael yelped in surprise.

Jack began shaking and pointing, “You’re Mewdas? Creator of the universe? Grand Titan?”

“Yep,” Mewdas replied, casually.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jeremy commented in surprise.

“You all could call me that or Grandma or Great-Grandma. Actually, don’t call those, because those would make me feel old,” she continued.

“But, you are old,” Michael pointed out.

“Meh, details.”

“Michael,” Ryan warned.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I’m willing to admit that there absolutely is truth to that statement.”

“Fine,” Ryan grumbled.

“Good boy. And I think I’d prefer it is you guys would just call me Mewdas.”

“I’m sorry I was a dick,” Geoff quickly apologized.

“It’s quite alright, Geoff. I didn’t come out here to scold you.” Geoff blinked in surprise that she already knew his name, but then he remembered who she was and he should have expected that.

“Then what exactly did you come here for?” Gavin asked, nervously.

“To meet you and Meg, darling. You both are either a fine grim reaper or the latest reincarnation of king Midas, but more importantly, you two are my son’s lovers. I’m so happy to get to meet you,” she happily explained.

Gavin shifted nervously in his seat. He had already seen how poorly his own mother had reacted to Ryan and Meg’s associations with the God of Death, he really didn’t want to end up pissing off the being who created the universe. Ryan saw how nervous Gavin was and leaned into him. “Don’t worry, love, she already loves you,” he assured him.

“Secrets, secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone,” she teased.

“He was telling me I had nothing to worry about,” Gavin answered as he stood up. He offered his hand out to Mewdas, “I’m Gavin, but I suppose you already knew that.”

“Oh, come here,” Mewdas said as she grabbed Gavin’s hand and pulled him into a big hug. Gavin’s eyes widened in surprise, then he graciously hugged her back.

“This is actually, really cool,” Jeremy noted in response to the situation he was witnessing.

Ryan smiled approvingly, Jack and Jeremy smiled as well in response to getting to see the creator of the universe. Geoff and Michael were confused but were happy they didn’t actually piss Mewdas off. Ryan couldn’t wait till he introduced Meg to his mother, next.

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Dad Reflexes (Soldier 76 x Reader)

Dad Reflexes (Soldier 76 x Reader) Jack was fast, you know that, hell, everyone knew that. Either due to his training, his Indiana farm roots, or the chemicals they managed to pump into him, Jack was quick on his feet with a body that wouldn't quit. Despite this, the poor man was tormented for these skills with the most embarrassing of labels; dad reflexes. Jack would always deny that he was a dad by nature though he let it slip out once in a while around Lúcio or Hana. After all the denial though, you knew Jack really did care for his fellow agents including you, just a simple support. It even got to the point where it seemed he cared about you in a deeper way and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel those feelings as well. It was these thoughts that were swirling in your mind as you were currently cleaning your utensils, getting ready for your next patient but the slam of the door made you jump. Turning around instantly, you spotted the man on your mind, arm around his middle, getting a bit of blood on the floor.

"Ja-ack?" you stuttered, getting over your spooked moment, "How are you?" "I'm fine," Jack sighed as he took a seat, taking off his visor and relaxing a little as you moved his arm to reveal a big of a big wound on his stomach, "Just a small wound."

"Tsk, tsk," you scolded, knowing it wasn't just a small wound but you've seen this too many times from him that it practically numbed you, "Always getting hurt."

Turning your heal to get some bandages as well as the utensils for stitches, your ditzy mind forgot about the blood on the floor as you stepped in one of the small puddles and lost traction. "SHIIII-"

Anticipating your crash to the floor, you felt yourself stopped before that happened, looking up to see that Jack stopped you in the nick of time. "Jack-k? I'm-m sorry," you start to apologize though you couldn't help but like the moment, your cheeks turning rosy red.

"Don't worry about it, kiddo," Jack hummed, giving you a week smile as a similar shade lined his face before he grunted deeply, his quick action and pressure on his gut agitating his wound, "(y-y/n)?"

"Yes?" you looked blankly before you realized, biting your lip as you got out of his arms, "Oh, sorry!"

Despite the blunder, you managed to fix up the super soldier without any other incident. Jack was quiet during that time, looking lost in thought as he bit his lip for a moment before you snapped him out of it.

"Jack?" you snapped your fingers in front of him.

"Dinner?" Jack asked, looking a little confused before he managed to collect his thoughts, "I'm sorry... would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I- sure," you answered, rather flustered now, "But only after your wound heals."

"Deal," Jack chuckled, willing to endure so he could have a decent time with you that didn't involve him getting hurt... yet.

~~~~~

But you decided to take fate into your own hands, well for the most part. It seemed you got into more accidents with Jack right around the corner, always there to save you like some clumsy protective knight. Yet the man was no fool, seeing that these tri[s and slips seemed more on purpose than accident now. But he guessed that's what falling in love was all about, dad joke intended. And speaking of dad, he was soon going to be one after years of flirting, dating, and finally getting married to you, part of the American dream he was lucky to have and now he was getting another piece to that dream as he was taking a walk with you, well it was more like hovering over you, back to your room, laundry in hand.

"Jack, I'm alright," you mumbled as you bit your lip, a hand on your bulging middle as you tried to calm the bouncing child inside as you carried the basket with your free arm.

"You can't be too careful," Jack mumbled, trying not to sound worried but he totally was, "You're carrying precious cargo."

"I know I am," you sighed, gently smiling at him, "Believe me, I know."

"And a man has to protect his girl," Jack stated proudly, returning the smile. A perfectly placed kick from your unborn child managed to hit the basket, kicking a sock out and with your clumsy curse, you managed to step on it and lose traction.

"AHHH-" You were ready to fall, trying to move onto your back to protect your kid when you stopped suddenly, clothes all over the floor as you looked up, seeing that Jack managed to catch you in the nick of time. He managed to shuffle into a squat, one hand on your upper back, the other on your lower back.

"And I guess he has to protect his child too?" you couldn't help but chuckle, heart racing as you tried to calm it down as not to stress the baby

. "Especially from their klutz of a mother," he mused though his voiced seemed a little strained. "Jaaaaack," you whined, playing the emotionally sensitive card a little too much, especially with his teasing.

"But I still love you," he mused, kissing your cheek as he would always love his girl, no matter what.

"Oh, Jack, that's so-" You were cut short as you noticed Jack whimper a little, furrowing your brow as he was straining to keep you the way you were now, tremors shooting from his tense muscles to your bloated body.

"M-my kn-nee-es," he barely managed to grumble before he laid you down rather quickly, only to fall onto his side and rub the pained area. At least you weren't alone on the floor anymore, giggling as you figured you could enjoy your time here as you pecked his cheek to help ease his pain. Especially since it would take forever to get you back up on your feet again. At least the laundry was warm...

~~~~~

"I've got you in my sights," Jack mumbled in his serious commander voice as he was watching his daughter, (d/n) dancing around in a silly pink tutu, trying to show her dad what she learned in daycare. Despite Jack's hard demeanor, he was proud of his little girl, seeing her grow up was making the old man soft and even giving him some hope in the world, especially when it gave him you and you gave him this little angel. (d/n) had her father's blue eyes though sharper as compared to his weathered eyes and she was rather stubborn as well, especially during naptime. She got her nice (h/c) locks and beautiful looks and you hoped- no you prayed that she didn't get your curse; your clumsiness.

"Oh please, she's just fine," You retorted in a hushed tone, curled up nest to your husband, watching the little show as you bit your lip, worried as you wonder even your curse would strike your child.

"I can't help it," he snickered, sensing your fear as he kissed your lips for a brief moment, "It's my dad sense."

"Well dad sense or not, our kid is gonna be alright," you scoffed, knowing he'd always pull out the dad jokes card whenever he liked. Out of the corner of your eye though, you spotted that (d/n) managed to stumble over her wonky steps and was about to fall, potentially hurting that darling face or head. You knew what you had to do as you prevented her hit to the carpet, swooping her up into you arms with lighting quick reflexes.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" you asked her as you pecked her temple, worry deep in your (e/c) orbs.

"Again! Again!" the tot squealed, smiling wide as she bounced up and down in your arms.

"Only if your dad reflexes can catch up," you chided, looking over your shoulder at him with a wide smirk on your face.

Jack got up, slowly clapping for you as he lightly nuzzled your cheek with his scruff. "You gave her your clumsiness in the first place."

"Hehehe," you laughed before you handed (d/n) off to Jack, mumbling into his ear, "I guess that's not more 'dirty dancing' for the rest of the week."

Jack was a blushing mess now as he looked at his daughter, hoping she didn't hear that but a child's ears are always open and absorb everything. His pulse quickened and blood got cold when his fears came true.

"What's dirty dancing, daddy?" asked (d/n), too innocent and pure for this world questioning about the worse thing she could ask at such an age.

Queue Jack stumbling through an B-Sed answer of seeds and a farmer, red in the face and hoping this quick skills could get him out this situation... hopefully.

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sumergosuigeneris · 5 years

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February 28, 2019 Part II

After all the years I’ve been in the work force, I still don’t know how to properly signal to someone that I don’t have time (or the inclination) for chitchat. I feel like I always come up brusque or rude or whatever. In this case, it’s someone who is a very chatty person, so if I see her I know she’s going to try to have a whole convo with me, work-related or not, regardless of my busyness-looking or not. I shouldn’t have made eye contact to begin with.

Payday. I really want to go out for lunch, even though I bought a ramen noodle cup last night. I did it. Got a med-type salad. Not as healthy as you’d think, but also extra expensive. Still, it was yummy.

It’s been so cold for so long that my face has these dry patches that dry up again immediately after putting on lotion. Not gonna lie, I could always drink more water.

Doctor Who and the two species that make up Jadzia Dax, et al have a lot in common.

At this going-away party. DeputyDog brings in one of his kids. She’s shy. I invite her to play foosball. And somehow end up the only person not playing. This is me to a tee.

The meeting with DD was fine. So fucking weird. He tells me this whole story about he’s frustrated b/c he wants to move - better (free) schools, more fun things to do - but his wife doesn’t want to commute. I totally get where they are both coming from. Then he talks about trying to get both his kids in a fancy private school (one is, one wasn’t), and how now that the second one got accepted, they can’t move. So fucking confusing. I thought they were literally, right now, debating moving, but apparently this all happened a while ago?? I don’t know. Then, we did some other work stuff. I don’t know. He’s confusing as fuck.

Anyway, it’s nice. A bunch of people kept asking me if I was going to this party thing. If they had been that welcoming when I first started.....I managed to converse a bit, even with people I strongly dislike. Chatty coworker might be ticked with me.

I’m exhausted. Even though I wasn’t the productive I needed to be, I was still productive. Picked up my prescriptions. I remembered to double-check them, which I would have done even without idiot working, but idiot was working. They still refilled them wrong! Their system doesn’t even flag that they double-filled the prescription they filled the other day - I would have had THREE bottles of the same pill (different strengths).Have to give idiot some credit. I still get confused over the different names for the same med, plus this med vs. the anxiety one, so he caught that they were the same pill. Got gas. Put air in my tires. I returned my late library book. Went to the grocery store. Remembered cat food. Bought a new wallet. Bought a new saute pan. Bought the potato chips my cancercoworker friend likes.

At work, I finished a stupid course for pm. Mostly didn’t pay attention bc it’s about a software package, and I think I need to practice that later. It was an almost 6 hr course, so it took a while. I also read a couple articles. What gets me is people thinking that people with anxiety or depression or whatever just need to get up and confront things, or they have these tricks, and I’m always amazed - you don’t think we try those fucking tricks ourselves? Before we even get bad? Like telling yourself you can get through something if you only can just get started. Or that you’ve done it before, you can do it again. Like no shit. That’s the problem - we’ve done it before, we’ve overcome before, and we’re still frightened and immobilized!

Feeling pretty lonely. Been thinking for a week or so about contacting a few people. But I have no desire to converse at all.

Tried to log in to my apartment account so I could see if I got my insurance refunds. I never signed up? But it won’t let me sign up - says incorrect email address??? So I thought, maybe I did already sign up. Checked- incorrect email address. Will have to talk to rental manager tomorrow.

Also, I ‘bought’ my bar crawl ticket.

And while cooking a fake-ass chicken soup, I did a little cleaning/looking for that damn birth control.

I’ve never understood why I wasn’t in the gifted group (a small group that would be pulled out for extra stuff) until I was in middle school. I was just as smart, capable, and accomplished as them in middle school and high school (putting my great life failures aside). Was it because I’m latina? There were a couple (at least one, my memory is foggy) black kids, so that doesn’t seem likely. Was it because there was a number limit, and they ranked me just after the cutoff? Was it because neither my mother nor anyone else advocated for me? Was it because of my social awkwardness? Was it because I really didn’t reach ‘gifted’ potential until middle school? I know my test scores improved from elementary to middle school. We didn’t really get tested in hs. I did end up being a national hispanic scholar runner up, so I did well on the psat. I think I might have done better if I had known the PSAT was more significant than just being practice for the SAT. I know they only counted the first time for those things. I can’t remember if it was the same for the SAT. I couldn’t afford to take it a second time, but maybe I could have done better and been a national merit scholar if the second time counted.

Anyway, I was embarrassingly attached to my teachers all through elementary and middle school. I am still filled with shame/embarrassment on my behalf. And I was embarrassed at the time but couldn’t stop myself. Or keep my secrets lol. I’m not the best at keeping my secrets now, but I’m better than childhood. I remember wondering even as a kid why they were soooo important to me. At the time, I didn’t really think things were that bad with my mother (it started in 8th grade as I recall), and certainly as a tiny tot she was my best friend.

The other thing, among a bazillion others, that I still wonder about. My fav in middle school, we were pretty tight, at the graduation dance called me a femme fatale. She assumed I knew what it meant. I looked it up after, and it’s (to the extent I investigated which was eh) sexual. So maybe she was misusing it?

Ugh childhood.

Looking forward to Got. Wondering how it will end. Hoping the characters who don’t deserve to be screwed over get satisfying endings.

Brown rice man. I don’t get it, and am not the biggest fan. I like it best when someone else is preparing it. Not sure what I do wrong. I added a bunch to the ‘soup’ I was making, and let it sit to cool down. When I went back to it, the rice had sucked up most of the liquid. So...the remainder tomorrow will be interesting.

I love how in 30rock, all the characters are kind of terrible. Liz’ family is very sketch, if the intimations of nazism are true. And Jack, the thing I was thinking is, Jack is actually a romantic. Always willing to give up everything for his love du jour. And it cracks me up that he spends all his tv time with their show, and not the dozens of other shows. Jane K is so talented and should have a bigger career than she does.

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aos spoilers

having my breakfast - at 12:30 and so excited about this ep because of reasons so let's go

-btw watching the previously I just remembered Kasius and the other alien lady having their talks (Because he wants to leave that planet) and trying to top each other while also trying to sound like they don't hate each other's guts? It was hilarious to me, it was like watching ANY conversation between people in my town ever (incidentally, my town if you live in it long enough does give you the feeling you are trapped underground waiting for giant roaches to suck the life out of you)

-oh hello lil cute boy -how old is he? is it me being weirdly old if I say that?

-oh even the white slave-owner guy has a soft spot for him?

-NO HE DROPPED THE FRUIT

-I feel like I'm too invested in him eating already

-senator Gaius whatever is also someone I could see living in my town

-thaaaaat's the scene from the promo. also can you imagine if ALL the people there are lying their asses off to look more evil?

-he looks soooo fantastic to me, I love cowboy in space clothes

-OOHHHHHHHH -the look on his face and lack of breath -I died fifty days over it -Kasius should have just been in something like Desperate Housewives -also I'm starting to find funny how he reads what Sinara says just from her expression and she never has to talk -Jemma looking at space and being deaf OH MY GOD FITZ. IS HE GONNA TALK. IS HE GONNA GO ALL I LOVE YOU I WANNA MARRY YOU HAVE MY BIOCHEMENGINEER BABIES and she's gonna walk away? -oh my god. He realized the universe can't stop them, they are stronger than curses. Now that she's deaf. He needs to repeat it. And then let her make fun of him for the curse thing for other 74 years -I FUCKING KNEW IT. I KNEW HE'D PROPOSE -nooooooooooooo the deaf thing -'oh are they' Fitz would love to kill him, wouldn't he -OH MY GOD HE'S TOUCHING HER FACE IN FRONT OF FITZ -Of course Kasius would appreciate that sentiment from Fitz. If all he's going to use from the Doctor is talking about bullshit and pain like a villain would, give those speeches, while he doesn't believe in a word he says and the actual bad guy there is like 'uuhhh this is my new friend' I'm here for it. This is basically high school and becoming popular. -Also still here if Jemma wants to break a pitcher on Kasius's face though -I am worried though because Jemma wasn't 100% chill when she saw Fitz's face -oh my god the look on Fitz's face after Kasius walked away -Tess just quoted me with 'soft spot' for the kid. I'm Tess now. -Flint 'if I turn I won't have to beg around' yeah well he's NOT WRONG, mind you -is Jemma going to mother this one too and then Daisy will train him? -AAAHHHH FITZ AND JEMMA -the hatred on Kasius' face whenever he speaks to all people who are supposed to be on his same level or higher makes me laugh, I'm so sorry -they are just so... mundane about 'uhhh your daddy gave your big brother the big job and you are stuck in here lmao' -evil eyes of hatred- -I'm glad Daisy is befriending the mind-reader, he's adorable -also he didn't expect her to go all 'I'm sorry' and he's even more adorable -no seriously they seriously could be living in my town -Fitz. Fitz don't fuck this up, my boy. -the almost smile when he describes it tho, that kinda sells it as him being a bitch so... good -what is that snail thing, also I TOO FIND MOIST CREATURES (and stuff that changes from hard to soft depending on the bite, and really most meat) DISTASTEFUL BUT NOBODY LAUGHS WITH ME WHEN I SAY IT AND REFUSE TOT IT, THEY CALL ME SPOILED. ALSO I RAN OUT OF THE ROOM IF THERE ARE SNAILS BECAUSE NO. Next fucking time we have a dinner with other people I'm going to talk with that attitude and slam the food on the plate and wait for someone to laugh. I'll instruct my little brother to laugh and make other people feel like they have to laugh -sidenote: the jackass who brought it up attempting to laugh along not sure of what's happening is amazing. I don't know which one of those guys is really the loser in the real tvshow that is going on in there. Kasius, cast away and trying to climb up the ladder and become a Big Shot, the snails guy who is soooo loud and soooo friendly and everybody knows he's just desperate to keep being in the inner circle, or what -HAHAHA the Kree discussing why the kid disappeared like. Even before they looked around like 'did we crush the kid' 'how did he disappear, what did we do wrong? look under your shoes' and now 'maybe his power is to disappear' 'nah' I can see these Kree driving a car and talking why they stopped -lmao 'you mean this guy?' 'no he's just cool' -Mack looks proud of himself- you are cool, Mack. You are big enough you don't need superpowers -at this point Kasius and others are just courting Fitz -MAY, IT'S MAY. MAY WILL FIGHT HIM. GET THE HELL OUT. also he KNOWS Jemma and Daisy were laying and how the ell idd he find out her name is Melinda May -Melinda and Fitz looking at each other like that, oh my god. And she hasn't seen what happened of Jemma yet after she let her go -is... Fitz... bromancing Kasius to trick him? what is this episode?? this is also perfect because Fitz's superpower since s2 has been to befriend EVERY person he met and get a circle around him super fast, first Hunter and Mack and then Hunter and Coulson, then he grabbed Bobbi too, befriended Radcliffe super fast, like, of course he can use his 'father's memories (with Jemma watching like a hawk - with impared sight) to get to Kasius. Fitz in this episode is me in high school, I'm not even kidding anymore. You gotta fit in to survive, so fit in in a way that will make people fight to sit next to you without even lying -is telepath boy going to tell May how to behave because he SHOULD -lmao May hitting him without thinking and succeeeding, bet he didn't see that coming -if it wasn't for her leg he'd in a world of trouble -LMAO KASIUS' FACE when Fitz went 'this fight bores me' -he just insulted May's age and just... her face. -the horror at Flint not knowing what tacos are -we finally know Elena's terrigen story lol -oohhhh my god white guy needs to die -he's about to kill him because he lied, oh my god, OH MY GOD, BEN. NO. NOOOO. DON'T DO THIS. -FITZ, don't try to control Kasius too hard, he'll know -one more death in Daisy and Jemma's conscience oh my god are you kidding me poor sweet Ben -oh the white guy had a second when asking about the prophecy and he might buy it later -aw Jemma and Daisy, with Jemma being able to hear -'there was nothing you could do' 'I have to kill him' 'you'll have to get in line' just... Jemma, of all the people, always reassuring others that it's not their fault, but also REALLY, let Jemma kill at least one person who humiliated and hurt her instead of having her fail and get someone else to do it? -I KNEW IT. I KNEW JEMMA LIKED THE CARDIGANS, PREFERRED THEM. I'M THINKING OF S2. THEY WERE SO SOFT LOOKING -I love that their having girls talk in the middle of this too because oh god they are 29-30, and yes, they have been through hell, and in situations like this people don't necessarily act like super efficient zombies, they find humor, they find reasons to chat with friends, they still smile, and I always found unrealistic when in tvshows, including aos, they were only shown super serious ALL the time. -Daisy the shippers is back. Which I don't know why people don't like or find weird because honestly, I ship my friends with their loved ones when they are so in love -Jemma has a knife. Jemma KEEPS STEALING KNIVES AND WILL STAB PEOPLE, YES -Elena being tortured twice now -uh oh controlling rocks. BREAK HIS HEAD. CRACK HIS HEAD OPEN. YES FLINT -also the loooook between Jemma and Fitz was so lovely, they almost got to talk -Kasius is peacocking so much over his brother -oh they have a plan B, alright -oh wow Kasius' brother is such a sweetie, 'there is no honor to be found in this human cesspool'. that's kinda my attitude when they force me to go out for holidays. -oh yeah, Kasius 'pleeease Sinara fight for me' and then trying to talk her into not being mad at him lol. Also yes for Sinara dying. Fuck you. You kept killing people with your stupid-ass balls. Your turn now. -jesus for a second I thought they had hung Tess for her neck -IS SHE? DEAD?? NO??????!!! -Daisy's look is so cool tho -KILL SINARA. KILL HER, KILL -aw shit they have a barrier -break her neck, break HER NECK -NO KILL HER. KILL HER FOR REAL. -JEMMA FUCKING SLIT KASIUS' THROAT I'M SO ALIVE FOR THIS, ALSO FOR DAISY FLYING UP LIKE THAT OH MY GOD -OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK -THEY HAD A REUNION KISS FOR FUCKING ONCE -JEMMA PROPOSED TOO AND HE ZFHAADSKJHFKDF -THEN THEY PICKED UP DAISY I'M SO -AND FITZ TALKING ABOUT HOW HE PROPOSED EARLIER THO I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK -honestly I said that I didn't want them to propose and get married until they were a little healthier but that can be solved writing fanon, when it comes to canon, if... Fitz managed to somehow work through his doctor issues and just needed one last push from Hunter (maybe that's also what happened in those six months) and to not be holding back on his love for Jemma anymore because he's completely there and not worrying about the cosmo... then I guess it's fine? honestly, I'm a sucker for this sort of thing so I'll just accept it in the show and then write 59494864 things in which they process things slower after the proposal, they'd have been together anyway -I CAN'T HELP IT OKAY I'M JUST EXCITED -ENOCH LIES THE WAY JEMMA LIED IN S1 OKAY, I LOVE HIM 'hello friend' 'who are you' 'I am a Kree as I've always been, brother' -I love everything about them dividing tasks and Jemma finally getting revenge on Kasius and Fitz finishing Sinara after Daisy did her fighting and also Daisy is there to listen to the proposal, I'm laughing oh my god

#ele watches aos #aos spoilers

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Food, Coffee, More Coffee: Inside the Spending Habits of a Working Student

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Food, Coffee, More Coffee: Inside the Spending Habits of a Working Student

I don’t think my spending habits are too bad, but I do have my slip-ups. This year, I’ve been pretty good at keeping my spending in check, but we’ll see how that progresses/devolves as the holidays draw closer. I do know that, day to day, most of my money goes to food and coffee. Although I often eat at home — I love making breakfast and try to have either lunch or dinner at home every day too — it still has a way of adding up.

Also, I guess I should mention that I work at Man Repeller AND am finishing up my BFA at the School of Visual Arts, which means I require a good amount of coffee just to keep me alive and kickin’. It also means I’m trying to balance a budget that accommodates both work and school. On most Thursdays and Fridays, I’m home finishing up assignments, cleaning and generally relaxing (which helps me save), but this week was different, and my budget took a hit as a result. You’ll see what I mean. With that, here’s what I spent my money on this week.

Today, my friend Maria and I are taking a day trip to Storm King Art Center, wahoo! Before I leave, I run downstairs and redeem my free, medium-sized beverage from Think Coffee thanks to my loyalty points. (Funny story: My loyalty account is for some reason linked to my cousin’s phone number, so she gets all my receipts. Hi Jaime! She likes knowing how my week is going. Large coffees = rough week.)

There’s only one food option at Storm King so I get an above-average vegetarian chili and a decent chocolate chip cookie. After our shenanigans upstate, we part ways and I come home and make pasta for dinner because wowee, I am so hungry. At 9:45 p.m. I run (okay, fine, walk) to CVS and buy Tide Pods because I already committed to doing my laundry and, surprise!, had no detergent left.

I usually walk to work, but this morning I wake up late and can’t figure out what to wear (UGH) so I have to take the subway. I put $20 on my Metrocard for this trip plus future use. I study photography and primarily use film for my personal work, so I drop off a roll of film that I took yesterday at Storm King. Thankfully, I save a couple of dollars by just getting it processed and scanning it myself at school. My buddies at Two Hands bless my wallet and give me a discount on my coffee and don’t charge me for my 3 p.m. orange juice. I get home from work pretty late so I spend the rest of my night watching YouTube videos and eating leftover pasta. SO fun.

Another exciting day at work! Pretty sure I was still tired from my day trip to Storm King and finishing up all the props for the MR GIFT GUIDE (!!!!) so I had two coffees today. This is why I am good friends with the people at Two Hands: a minimum of two visits a day builds a strong relationship. Then, Madi tricks me into getting lunch with her at Sweetgreen, but then bails to By Chloe, so I am stuck eating yet another Harvest Bowl alone (add avocado, no cheese, swap almonds for pecans, tysm). After work, I have one too many alcoholic beverages and plenty of mini snacks at the MR Ralph Lauren event. I mistakenly think that means I’m set on dinner but, 30 minutes after, when I start scanning film at school, I feel hungry again.

When I finally get home, I whip up a gourmet meal (toast and butter) for dinner and then realize that I left MY ONLY USB CABLE in the office and so, while my phone is slowly dying , I decide to get one on Amazon. (Another funny story: I thought, “Hey, maybe I should buy an extra USB cable” while walking past the Apple store that evening on the way back from the event but didn’t buy it!)

Today the water is out on Mott St. (where the MR office is located) and so my beloved Two Hands is closed (honestly they just need to #sponsor me at this point), so I get a coffee from Cafe Grumpy instead. Good thing I have a loyalty card going there too! I also get more film processed, woohoo! I decide to go to Maman for lunch today because I just really need a sandwich. Then, Emily and I stay pretty late at work finishing up the gift guide but I still manage to make yet another bowl of pasta for dinner when I get home (I’m having a phase).

TWO HANDS IS STILL CLOSED BECAUSE THE WATER IS STILL OUT! Cafe Grumpy it is. I usually don’t work on Thursdays but we had to finish wrapping up the final gift guide shoot. I make it back home in time for some lunch before class so I whip myself up some eggs on toast and then head to school. I spend three hours talking about photographs with my thesis class and then have a nice dinner with my friends at Goemon Curry! (PSA: they have cutlery that looks like little rakes and shovels.) I head back to work for a little bit after that to finish up random bits and bobs and then come home and sleep like a baby for the next couple of hours….

….Before I wake up late for a shoot happening this morning, ACK! I didn’t have time for breakfast so I run to Irving Farm to redeem my free coffee and get a croissant. I didn’t have time for lunch before going to class so I grab a brownie and another coffee during break so my stomach stops making weird noises in class. Usually I don’t do anything on Fridays because I prefer to chill at home and eat MORE pasta but tonight is different because it’s my friend Margo’s birthday and we celebrate with beers! A friend and I have a pre-celebration dinner at Big Daddy’s which includes a very delicious veggie burger and sweet potato tots. 10/10 would recommend.

HAPPY SATURDAY! I spend the first half of the day at home cleaning my apartment and having lunch before going to Chillhouse for a manicure. Before heading in I wander around Soho and am, of course, hankering for a snack and so I, of course, go to Two Hands, because I gotta stay loyal. This is actually the first manicure I’ve ever gotten in New York since moving here 3.5 years ago. It was a very long and stressful week so I decided to treat myself to some pretty nails since I don’t think I will have to paint anything in awhile (fingers crossed) (don’t look at me Emily).

While in the area, I pop over to Top Hat and buy some presents for friends and myself because Christmas is near! And you know who likes gifts? Me. Also my friends! But mostly me. On my way home I make more exciting purchases at the supermarket. Grocery haul you say? NO PROBLEMO! I got bananas, sparkling water, pasta sauce, pasta and a bottle of blood orange juice and kombucha.

BAM! DONE! Money spent! Honestly this week has just been a documentation of how many times I go to Two Hands in a week and also how much coffee I consume, which isn’t usually this much, I promise. I actually don’t feel that bad about the money I spent because I had a great week and I did a couple of special things like go to Storm King and get a manicure, but I do want to keep working on my spending habits.

For now I’m just gonna sit back, relax, and wait for my mother to make a comment about how much caffeine I drink.

Photo by Louisiana Mei Gelpi.

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The Sequel - 857

About Tokyo

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“You’re still riding? It’s so late.”

“It was too hot to ride during the day, and I had to do Stefanie’s lesson in between horses.”

“What’s Juan doing?”

“Making dinner, apparently. Espen is supervising.”

“What did you do all day?”

“Hung out by the pool, went out for lunch, took Lukas to see Dylan.”

“Which horse are you riding?”

“Nicky Tater Tots.”

“Well I don’t want to keep you.”

“You said you needed to talk.”

“Yeah but you’re riding.”

“I’m walking around with the reins in one hand. I’m going to ride in the Olympics next week. If I can’t manage to sit on a horse and talk on the phone at the-“

“You know what I mean.”

“Want me to call you when I’m done? Or later, at bedtime?”

I just want to talk to her, now, and have her pay attention to me. Today sucks and I want her. I don’t want to share her with him right now, André lamented in his hotel bed. Mario, his roommate, stayed outside for a post-dinner coffee with some of their teammates, so he had the room to himself. I wish we had a codeword to tell each other it’s serious and we need the other one. I don’t want her to have to cut her training, and I don’t want to talk to her while she’s prancing around the kitchen trying to salvage whatever disaster Juan is making, or doing teamwork with him to finish a dish or something.

“I guess when you’re finished with the horses. But can you call before you go back up to the house?” he asked. His tone was needy rather than plaintive, and his wife knew from the moment he texted her and asked her to call him that he was upset about how training camp was going and wanted some doting and an encouraging word or two. And she was happy to oblige, in whichever way he wanted. Nick was her last ride for the night, and all of the boys before him were well behaved and cooperative, so her mood was pretty good by contrast even though she was sweaty and tired and hungry.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll just be like 10 minutes.”

“Okay.”

“It’s gonna get better, babe.”

“Yeah.”

“Love you. B-R-B.” Sometimes I have one kid. Sometimes I have up to 9, including the guy who is supposed to be the dad here, Christina thought, her cheeks all puffed out as she gathered up her two sets of reins and asked Nick to transition up into an easy canter. There was a long grid of ground poles and very low verticals set up down the center of her outdoor ring. All of the horses, including Stefanie’s, worked on the same exercise. It helped with rhythm, coordination, and balance. Nick had all of that on his own. It was part of his brilliance. It seemed he was born a schoolmaster, possessing polish and poise and needing only fitness to tap into them and make good use of them. Part of the exercise was letting the animal sort of work out for himself how to get through the 4 jumps and 8 poles. With Nick being so naturally good at grid work on top of that, Christina was largely free to mentally disengage. She was a little worried about André. He liked his new manager but struggled to understand exactly what he wanted from him, and his teammates seemed not to get it all either. On top of the teething issues, her player had back pain that initially limited his commitment to training and then actually took him out of it. He was frustrated and didn’t want the coach to go ahead without him, or plan without him. His girl knew and understood that, and knew and understood that there was little she could do to assure him it would all be fine. Her hope when she rang him back was just to make him feel a little better in other terms- to make him smile, and think about something else. He was curiously relieved sounding when he first answered, which made her wonder if he expected her to blow him off.

“Just because Juan is here doesn’t mean you don’t come first,” she offered up unprompted after verifying that she actually was still sitting on Nick but that they were finished working and just walking around to cool down.

“Yes but I still know you’re going to spend the rest of your night laughing with him and cuddling with him on the couch and I’m going to be alone and still thinking about stuff I don’t want to think about,” André countered. He didn’t mean to whine, or make her feel guilty. He was just trying to be honest.

“You could cuddle with Mario...He’s got that nice layer of baby fat and everything. You could even put your head on his boobs.”

“I think I’m just going to go to sleep after this. I’m so tired even though I couldn’t do anything today but stretch.” The BVB man sat up just a tiny bit to adjust the pillows behind him, and even that hurt his lower back. It was tight and stiff despite hours of work by the staff. Some day I will have to admit to her that she was right when she pointed out that everyone at Borussia is injured all the time. I’ve been injured almost constantly since I got here. But it’s not like it’s their fault, André argued with himself. Even the outside doctor has the same conclusions as them.

“If you can stay awake for like 45 minutes, I’ll make you a sleepy-time playlist,” his partner offered in her cute, innocent, and childlike voice that happened when she really wanted to be comforting and endearing. All it did was make him wish they were in the same place, so that he could hug her and get petted. They were away from one another too much again. He hoped she’d keep to her plan to take a little time off after the Games.

“I would like that, but don’t put anything terrible on it.”

“Yes sir.” Christina smiled to herself, mind already on all the different music she wanted to put together for him. Some would be peaceful and calming of course, but some songs would be there just to make him laugh, like “The Thong Song”, perhaps. Ironically, she also thought right away of the same Damien Rice song she’d mentioned to Juan that afternoon, from her romance fantasies. She asked the other player if there was a plan for the following day in terms of medical treatment or fitness efforts, and he told her the only plan was to see how he felt when he woke up and when he attempted basic warm-ups. They talked about Lukas too, because André wanted to hear about something he loved that wasn’t presently corrupted by a former teammate.

Christina rode Nick back to the barn, handed him off to Isandro, changed out of her paddock boots and half chaps, and walked home with Spencer and Lucky and her husband, who sounded less depressed by the time she got through the garage. She promised to go straight to the study to make the playlist for him on her laptop, and he promised to text her his early impressions when he listened to some of it. And she did do that, instead of letting some delicious smells tempt her to visit the kitchen first. André liked that it took awhile for her to share the playlist. That told him she spent time on it, and put real thought into it.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” she asked the Spanish chef when she realized the yummy aroma was actually coming from outside. Juan and Espen were standing at her grill with different implements in their hands, as well as wine glasses. She couldn’t see the food.

“I think she was talking to you,” the nanny laughed.

“Chicken and tomato skewers, Spanish rice, and something that is supposed to be a sauce but is so far not looking like a sauce,” the footballer explained. I could have guessed he’d go with grilled chicken, Christina thought on her way out for a closer look. I didn’t have that many choices in the fridge. I wonder what kind of sauce he’s trying to do...

“It smells good,” she offered, trailing off. There were three metal skewers stacked with chunks of chicken, and three with cherry tomatoes. The saucepot for the rice was covered, so she couldn’t tell what about it might distinguish it as uniquely Spanish, and there was a small skillet sitting on the grill grates with what looked like cut up pieces of red peppers that were first blackened on the grill directly. It smelled like there might be garlic and some herbs in there too. “Are those peppers?”

“Sweet ones and the spicy one I found in a plastic bag. I hope you didn’t have plans for it,” Juan replied, pushing the mixture around with a wooden spoon.

“When David showed me how to make this, it got more...like a sauce,” he added

with regret.

“If you put a lid on it for a little while and let it cook for a long time on low heat, it will get more saucier,” she assured him. “You could put a little bit of water in there with it too if you want to speed it up. How much did you help?” Her question was for Espen.

“I poured the wine. The base for the sauce is the wine too, by the way.”

“Oh, then splash a little more in instead of the water, let the alcohol cook off, and then cover it.”

“I told you she’d fix it,” the nanny quipped as she turned to go inside for the bottle. Juan took advantage of her departure to put his glass down and pull the rider into a side hug, for a cheek kiss.

“You should come work for me at the restaurant.”

“I like how now that the place is a total success it’s all “my restaurant” and “I own a restaurant”, whereas before it was definitely just your dad’s place.”

“I put in half the money, so...” He shrugged and picked up Espen’s tongs to turn the chicken. “How were the horses?”

“Wonderful. I take it Lukas is in bed?”

“Yes. He had some noodle and ham thing with peas and then fell asleep in the chair before dessert.”

“Aww, he must have had too much fun with Noah.”

Espen returned with the Rioja and Juan let Christina handle adding some to his pan. He also told her Espen was staying to eat with them, which she gathered from the presence of three sets of skewers anyway. It didn’t bother her, per say, but a little voice in her head whined about it because it was her last night with him and she selfishly wanted all of his attention, wanted to be free to behave however she felt like it, and wanted to start filling him in on her well stored thoughts about the Olympics, so that he could start counseling her on them. Those weren’t for anyone else’s ears. It just meant they were going to have to stay up later.

Fortunately it didn’t take too long to firm up the Chelsea man’s improvised sauce creation. The chicken and tomatoes were done much sooner and consequently started getting cold, but the sauce hid that problem. The rice was pretty nice. Juan had crushed a bigger tomato and put the juice in the water with some other spices and a bit of lemon zest. All the components went together surprisingly well, in her eyes. It was a very nice plate of food in the end, which she devoured faster than the others because she was hungry from riding. Spencer hopped up into her lap when she pushed her chair away from the glass table, and she petted him and gave him kisses while he intently watched the others finish their dinner from tantalizingly close to their plates. The candlelight made his human sleepy.

“Tomorrow is gonna suck,” she yawned.

“Do you want me to come do Lukas so you can sleep in?” her helper offered.

“Nah. I have to take this one to the airport fairly early anyway.”

“Let me clean up then, so you can shower and relax sooner.”

“That I will take you up on. In fact, if no one minds, I’m going to get a head start on that.” I wanna check on Schü, too. Hopefully he’s asleep already. I feel like he would have texted by now if he were still awake, Christina thought, reaching for her phone before she would have to order Spencer down so she could get up. It’s weird. Sometimes it’s like Juanin was saying earlier- like going back and forth between the two of them, sort of like a kid with divorced parents. Weekdays with Mom. Every other weekend with Dad, or maybe even every weekend if your parents are determined to ensure you have no social life whatsoever, particularly if Mom and Dad live in separate towns. Or if you just really like your dad and want to see him every weekend. Anyway. Sometimes it’s like that, and sometimes I just wish I could be with both of them at the same time. I don’t know how that would work. I guess it wouldn’t. But it’s so hard when I’m with one and there’s something going on with the other and I wish I could give him more attention, or more of whatever he needs. Like tonight. I desperately want to sit on opposite ends of the couch with Juanin and start talking to him about stuff I know only he can help me frame the best way, but I also really want to get in bed right after my shower and talk to boyfriend on the phone about virtually nothing for an hour. And honestly Juan would understand that. He probably wouldn’t mind. IF his visit weren’t so short, and IF he weren’t leaving in the morning.

“Love you. Miss you,” she tapped out on her way upstairs for the player whose turn it was to be away from her, as much because the sentiments were authentic and real as because she wanted him to feel loved and missed. Her shower was quick and there was no reply text from André waiting for her. There was, however, a very worn and weathered looking, ultra-soft black tee waiting on the bench in her dressing room, along with gray Calvin Klein boyshorts and without any bra of any kind. It felt great to clip all of her wet hair up on her head and put some comfy clothes on and slide her feet into her fuzzy slippers. Juan was always reminding her to focus on the little things about riding and her relationships with horses that made her happy, particularly as a strategy to get through difficult moments when the end result of her riding and relationships was unpalatable or unrewarding. Being on the boat and finding herself somewhat forced by her own learned and inherited humility to acknowledge and appreciate all the varied size luxuries inherent in both the ability to and experience of cruising around the Mediterranean on her very own superyacht, led her to acknowledge and appreciate more of the regular good things in her life as well, and in particular just the small happinesses that never seemed to make an impact when she was most in need of a reason to be happy. So Christina was trying to stop skipping over the moments when something was simply nice, or satisfying. Feeling refreshed and clean and getting into soft and welcoming clothes was worth enjoying, and that small enjoyment was worth adding to a pile of other small moments of similar feelings collected throughout the day, so that by the time she went to bed she had plenty of compounded goodness inside to ward off anything not so good, or to take up the empty space and ensure that she couldn’t complain about a lack of good creating a vacuum most easily filled with bad.

“I realized something nice this afternoon,” one of the bigger happinesses in her life informed her right after she leaned over the back of the couch on which he looked very comfortable to kiss his head. She used both palms on his cheeks and under his chin to turn his face up and make the drive-by kiss easier.

“What’s that? And do you want or need anything from here before I sit down?” she added on her way to the counter by the kitchen sink, where there was a repurposed sparkling grapefruit juice bottle full of filtered water. She wanted the room temperature variety instead of cold water from the dispenser.

“I’m fine.”

“What did you realize?”

“Never mind.”

“What?” the equestrian laughed. “How can you say “never mind”? You just said-“

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay, weirdo. Come on, puppies. Let’s sit.” Her canine escorts accompanied her to the sofa and climbed all over her as soon as she plopped down beside the Spaniard. “Espen went home?”

“Yes. I’ve been listening to Lukas’ monitor though,” he told her, nodding at the device on the coffee table. He was watching commercials and had a fleece blanket over his legs. He made himself very at home here very quickly. Now I’m gonna make myself very at home on him. Christina leaned over onto his shoulder and closed her palms around his left bicep.

“Stop working out. You’re getting all buff and shit.”

“Oh okay, sure.”

“I’m worried that I’m not nervous enough.”

“About Tokyo?”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t be. Nervousness isn’t part of regular competitions, and this is just a regular competition for all intents and purposes,” Juan advised without missing a beat. That was a noticeable marker between him and André. The latter always pondered his response. “You’re going to arrive there and it’s going to feel a bit weird because it really is different from a regular competition in a lot of ways, but those are all superficial. You won’t have as many sponsorship logos around. There won’t be as much champagne, and there aren’t any Gucci pop-ups. You’ll see more press, and probably more supporters than even the biggest events. But the actual riding will be the same. The stable will feel the same. It should smell the same. It’s all the same people you know. Dirk will be himself. Once you get in there, with him, and your team, everything will be normal and you’ll just ride and eat and sleep and goof around like normal, and you’ll probably win because that’s normal too.”

“Isn’t making it all out to be something so normal and regular and run of the mill to diminish its significance? To make it less special? I want it to be special. This is like...it’s going to be the most important thing I’ve ever done as a horse person.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Of course it is.”

“The most important thing you’ve ever done as a horse person was make the connection with Dirk. Everything else comes from that. Everything you contribute to your team, to your country, to your sport, all comes from that connection. Every bit of happiness in every fan who watches you together with him, comes from that moment, whenever it was. The most important moment has passed. All you should try for now is the most fun moment. Every great round you ride, you want to ride an even more fun one next time. So whatever the next most fun moment is, you know there can always be another after that. No need to worry about the immediate one. It’s going to be surpassed eventually. It’s like love. My favorite thing with you is that in the moments when I think, “I love her more than anything”, I know that I’m going to feel even more in love with you on some future day. I always have that to look forward to. Like the daydreams. I know inside that when the thing I want finally comes, you’ll make it better than I could imagine. I don’t even know how I could love you more than I do today, but I know I will. It’s exciting and comforting at the same time.”

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