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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Pix, where's your couch?

Some fluff to counter all the angst I've read in the last 24hrs. (Silly move as made myself cry - too many talented writers out there breaking my heart). Or at least if not fluff no angst.

Probably more a teen and up fic than general but still fairly clean (I think... I rubbish at knowing what ratings etc really).

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Jason stared at the space in the middle of the room.

“Pix, where’s your couch?”

“Hmmm, Jay?”

“I know you said that I could crash at your place again, so, umm, where’s the couch?”

“Oh, It had one to many blood stains so I got rid of it. You always said it was like sleeping on rocks anyway, so I’ve ordered a new one. It’s arriving next week.”

Marinette beamed up at Jason, bouncing on her toes with excitement while she grabbed his hand.

“It’s so pretty, Jay. I’m so happy that I finally could get rid of the old one and get a new beautiful comfy amazing sofa. You should see the pattern on the material. Oh oh and the detail on the frame. Hang on! I'll see if I can find a picture… you have to see it."

Marinette suddenly dropped his hand in favour of dashing about her apartment hunting for the picture as Jason's eyes darted between the chaotic woman and the space where the couch should be. Yes he'd asked to crash at her place in the past and always moaned that the couch was the worst thing to sleep on ever, but it was better than having to be near his family when he wanted to hide. Aaand he also might have come round earlier in the week before heading back to the cave to get some wounds seen to for an easier journey… but still had he really left the couch in such a state she decided to finally listen to his advice and get a new one?

"Pix, that's great and all but umm, where am I going to sleep?"

"In my bed, silly. It's the only other place."

Jason groaned and dragged his hand down his face. He knew what was going to happen next.

"Pix, darling, sweetheart, where are you going to sleep? You can't work all night which I know you love doing. You need to rest too. Look, I'll just call Roy up again and see if I can crash at one of his safe houses. Bruce is less likely to know about those."

"Jay, I'll just sleep next to you. The bed's big enough for the both of us. It'll be fine so you don't need to call Roy."

"What?!"

"It'll be fine. We can share the bed for the night. Now go dump your stuff in my room and I'll make us some dinner."

Jason grimaced as he knew there was no escaping. Roy, the arsehole, would tease him mercilessly if he didn't stay, and if he went he'd hurt Marinette's feelings as she'd offered up her home, her bed, for him to hide.

…………

"Jay, you're as stiff as a dead body. This is meant to be relaxing. If you don't want to watch this film we can sit on my dining room chairs and watch the TV out there. Or I can find some cards so we can play games at the table?"

"Nope, this is fine, Pix."

"Really? Then relax. You don't need to be so tense."

Jason took a deep breath and slowly let it out and forced himself to loosen his muscles and sink into the comfort of Marinette's bed. Apparently, due to having no seating in her living room, she'd taken to watching stuff on her laptop in bed if she wasn't working. Now the pair were both sitting on her bed watching some film she'd selected. Suddenly she trilled next to him.

"Ooo I know what will help. I bought some decent wine back from France with me after visiting my parents. I'll go get it. It's much nicer than the stuff I've found here. You'll love it Jay. It's the perfect thing to help us destress from the week."

Before Jason could respond she'd danced out the room, giggling to herself about her 'great' idea.

Jason swore to himself. He could do this. It wasn't a big deal. He could control himself. He could sit 'very' close and sleep next to his crush. It was only a crush. Not love. In her bed. It won't be that hard. He just needed to keep his cool. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out a strategy to survive the night.

Before he had mentally formalised his survival plan Marinette burst back into the room, glasses and wine in hand, only to trip on her bedroom rug and crash face first into his lap. Miraculously saving the wine and glasses. Jason carefully removed them from her grasp as she turned to peer up at him wide eyed, face dangerously close to where it currently shouldn't be for his sanity.

"Oops. I keep doing that. I really should move that rug. Sorry Jay."

Jason let out an inaudible whine and closed his eyes slowly counting to 10. This was going to be as hard as he originally thought it was going to be.

"S'okay, Pix. Just get up so we can have the wine and watch the film."

Awkwardly smiling at Jason, Marinette detangled her legs and climbed over him to get settled next to him again. Carefully she took the wine bottle off him to open and poured some into the glasses he held out for her. After putting the bottle on her bedside table, she turned her attention back to Jason and the film.

"Now we can relax properly. Guessing you're not ready to vent about Bruce yet."

"Nah, not really. You're making an effort to cheer me up and distract me so don't want to bring the evening down. And don't look at me like that! This is perfect Pix, a much better way to relax. If I wanted to vent I'd go punch and shoot scum. Do *you* want to vent about your latest commission though?"

She looked guiltily at him, "Do you mind?"

Jason looked softly at her and smiled, "Go ahead Pix."

Suddenly it was like a dam had opened and she was telling him about the ridiculous demands expected of her. The issues with the material. How her sewing machine was not playing ball and likely needed a service or replacement part soon.

Jason gazed fondly at his friend (crush) nattering animatedly away. With wine in hand he relished the soft warmth of the room. She was right about the wine helping to relax, the film long forgotten as they chatted away enjoying the safe space she had created under the glow of the fairy lights.

It was only when the film had stopped that they were drawn out of their discussions.

"Oh! We kinda missed that film huh?"

"Yup, Pix we did. And we've finished that bottle as well."

"I'll set another film up, did you want to change and do your ablutions while I set it up."

"Change?" Jason squawked out.

Marinette turned to glare at him. "Yeah, change. You're not sleeping in my bed in jeans Jay. So go change. I'll sort myself in a minute too."

Jason reluctantly left to go to the bathroom and quickly changed. After cleaning his teeth he splashed cold water in his face. He had managed so far. He'd resisted brushing her hair out her face. He'd resisted pulling her close as she leant on his shoulder as she laughed. He resisted kissing her when she pouted when telling her story.

He could do this.

As he returned Marinette slipped out telling him to sort the bed out for them to lie down for the next film. The stars had long since come out and Jason begrudgingly agreed that there was a high chance that they 'could' fall asleep in the next one. (Okay, it was a low chance given his nightly antics and her insomnia but he'd play along with her belief.)

Jason had settled, still sitting in the bed but under covers this time as Marinette re-emerged.

She was trying to kill him.

He had played nice wearing a vest and joggers. She, Marinette, had dressed to kill in just an oversized T-Shirt that hung off her shoulder and brushed the tops of her thighs.

Jason squeezed his hands into fists as she carefully this time manoeuvred around the room, showing off her long legs. Apparently she had a late growth spurt and finally took more after her father than her mother now. Breaking his gaze from her legs as she moved round the other side of the bed he sent her a tight smile as she climbed in next to him.

"You all set for the next film?"

"mm hmm"

As she lent forward to press play, Jason darted his eyes to the ceiling. Marinette turned around to see Jason staring up and laughed.

"Jay, that's sweet and all but I do have sleep shorts on. You'd not see my underwear. Plus you're my friend. I trust you."

"You couldn't have warned me!"

"Nah, seeing your reaction was funny. Now shhh film time."

Sitting back, Marinette grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders and smoothed the duvet down before resting her head against Jason's shoulder snuggling into his arm. She smiled and sighed in contentment as she lost herself in the film.

Jason's blue screened for a moment as his friend cuddled into his arm. He knew she often did this on the couch but still having her do this in bed, in her pajamas, was another matter. He should have been better prepared. He had thought his mission earlier was a challenge. It had now reached monumental difficulty. Feeling her warm breath dance across his arm. Clear smell of her fading perfume. Hearing her slight murmurs to herself as she focused on the plot playing out before them. It took a ridiculous amount of his strength to remain relaxed and try to focus on the film.

He almost lost it as Marinette drowsily started to slowly stroke the bare skin of his arm.

"Come on Pix, let's lay down. You're hardly awake currently. I'll turn the film off for us."

".. mmm.. no... I'm.. I'm awake..you're so hot… *yawn* nice and safe... and toasty… I .. I can..*yawwwwn* fin..esh fim.."

Jason choked when said she was hot until he realised that she meant he was warm. Carefully he extracted his arm from her octopus grip and got her lying down, before turning the film off. He left one set of fairy lights on as knew Mariette disliked sleeping in the dark.

Taking a moment to steal himself, Jason watched as Marinette buried herself deeper into the blankets and duvet. He had checked whether it'd be ok to top and tail the bed earlier, Marinette's glare at the suggestion and the insults about his 'big stinking smelly gross' feet being near her face pushed that option out the window pretty quickly. Especially with some of the creative insults thrown in as well.

Despite all his nerves feeling like they were on fire, Jason slowly crawled back in the bed to settle. The soft lighting, the quiet sound of Marinette breathing, the warmth embracing him, Jason suddenly felt all his energy escape. Forcing himself to relax was tiring. Holding himself back was exhausting. The week had been draining. Surprisingly quickly Jason succumbed to sleep.

…………

Jason woke to light filtering into the room. He felt unusually well rested and content. A warm fuzzy happy feeling that he'd not felt in such a long time flowed through him. Sighing he went to turn only to find that he couldn't move.

Sluggish memories and realisations started to speed up and come to the forefront of his mind. That he was sleeping in Marinette's bed. Next…. Under!?!?! Marinette.

It appeared that Marinette had somehow in the night starfished face down across the bed and now her face was resting across his chest. Her hair was a bird's nest of tangles cascading down to his arm. One hand had a razor clam of a grip on the bottom of his shirt unwilling to let go. One leg was tangled up with his.

It would have been a surprise and embarrassing if he hadn't witnessed putting Marinette to bed as a tiny curled up ball to discover her in the morning sprawled out across the bed in a similar fashion to this. Except this time he was semi pinned down by her. He would say the only embarrassment was that he'd forgotten she got like this. And no other reason at all.

As Marinette still slept, Jason's brain slowly woke more and more. He took on his sleeping friend and admired the peace that was on her face. The lack of stress that graced her features. She was gorgeous normally but at this moment she looked ethereal. Jason basked in the morning warmth slowly threading his fingers through her hair to detangle the large knots. He could get used to this. Too used to this. The comfort. The simplicity. The domestic-ness of it all.

Lost in his own thoughts he didn't notice Marinette stir and blearily looked at him with one eye open.

"Mor'n Jay," a croaked voice drew his attention back to his friend lying across his chest, "Di'ja sleep k?"

"Yeah, Pix," came his soft reply, "best night sleep in a while. I understand why you had the lumpy stone of a couch now. You spent all your cash on this cloud of a bed. How did you sleep?"

She turned her face completely into his chest and he felt her chuckle against him before shifting herself so she was now lying curled up next to him, her face closer to his as she rested against his shoulder.

"Best in ages. No nightmares. At all. Never get nightmares when next to you. You make the cloud bed perfect, Should get you to stay in it forever."

Jason turned to gawk at the woman whose eyes remained closed as curled up against him, "Pix, you can't just say things like that!"

"What? Wha'ja mean? What did I say?"

"Saying that I made your bed perfect. That you want me to stay here forever. It gives the whole wrong impression."

"But I meant it, Jay. Last night I slept all the way through because of you. I love being with you. So why wouldn't I want you around?"

Slowly opening her eyes Marinette leant forward and up to kiss his chin before giggling as she moved away.

"Pix, you're killing me here."

"With what weapon? We're in bed and your weapons are next to you, not me…. And why would I kill you?"

Twisting so he could face her properly, Jason gazed as his semi drowsy friend in soft whispered tones said.

“By making it hard not to ruin our friendship. I love what we have now and I don’t want to lose it.”

“What do you mean? You won’t ruin our friendship. We’ve been through too much for it to be ruined.”

“By doing something stupid.”

“Stupid?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at him in puzzlement, more awake than moments earlier. She pursed her lips trying to figure out what he was trying to say was stupid, unconciously drifting closer to him.

“Yeah, something really stupid.”

“Oh… the only thing really to ruin our friendship would be to leave or betray me… you’re not going to be that stupid are you?”

“No, I don’t want to leave you. Ever really. Being like this is perfect. I… I love being with you… you’re my best friend, just don’t tell Roy that.”

Marinetre softly smiling at Jason, “Ok. I won’t. This is almost perfect, but… did you know what would make it better?”

With their foreheads now touching, in the warmth of the blankets and duvets and filtered light pouring in the window, Jason shook his head. He couldn't figure out what she meant to be better. The moment felt like a perfect dream to him.

"No. What would make this better?"

"If you kissed me."

It took a few seconds for Jason's brain to process the words before it was like the dam had burst, all the restraint he'd used in the last 12 hours, for the last number of months, collapsed. Jason leant forward capturing Marinette's lips with his own.

One of her hands reached up and tangled into his hair as the other rested on his chest. His wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. They lost themselves in the moment as they deepened the kiss while pouring their emotions into it, showing their feelings they have been too afraid to say out loud.

Eventually, they parted breathing heavily. Marinette gave a breathy chuckle.

"Finally."

"Huh?"

"It only took you the whole night, then to be told to do that."

"What?!"

Jason's brain struggled to work out what Marinette was saying. His current focus was more on the sensation of holding Marinette so close. His lips still tingled from her kissing her. It was only because her hand moved to cradle his cheek and she kissed his nose that his attention was drawn back to her.

"Jay, you sweet Doofus, I've been flirting with you for months. You've not noticed what's so ever so drastic measures needed to be taken."

"You've been flirting with me???"

"Yes. Even Roy noticed, he helped me with this."

"You mean this was planned?!?"

"Yup. Completely planned. And Roy even helped me get rid of the couch."

"You planned a 'there's only one bed' situation? Sneaky Pix, that's sneaky."

"Worked didn't it. Plus you love the cliche troupes. Don't deny it."

Jason leaned in close to Marinette, a breath away from her.

"Can't deny it, but we've got months of idiocy to catch up on."

With that Marinette closed the gap to capture his lips. They had the rest of the day to work out and discuss how they felt, right now, right now was for kissing and cuddling in bed. Who knew all that together she just needed to replace her couch.

#maribat #maribat au #dc x mlb #ml x dc #dc x ml #mlb x dc #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #jasonette #one bed #fluff writing

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mymegumi · 3 years

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10:47PM

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.0k words

warnings: implied sexual content, & drinking

notes: my submission for @kyotarou ‘s 24hr collab!! honestly such a fun piece to write and i’m sososo happy i get to be a part of it hehe. hope y’all like it mwah

Miya Atsumu was trouble.

That’s what all of the ladies at the office said, at least. You knew him only because he insisted on bothering your department when he had a spare moment from his own work, wiggling his way to your side of the offices with only a simple smile. He was charismatic, charming and apparently a heartbreaker, since he flirted with all the ladies at the office, but never took any of them on a date.

You weren’t exactly sure if the ladies were right, or if they were just over exaggerating since they were in love with him, and he didn’t put in the same effort in for them, but you weren’t one to question it. He was kind to you, didn’t make your job harder, and his flirting was easy to deflect when you knew what to look for.

The women were right though, he was trouble.

Somehow, despite all the warnings and listening to your coworkers complain about his lack of commitment, he still made your heart pound when he walked into the room. There was always something about his smile that made your world tilt on its axis, not completely off-set, but somehow still a bit different than before.

His smile was crooked, you remember noting that the first time you’d met. There was a boyish charm surrounding him, already, in the way he tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, and the twang of his accent that seemed to differentiate him from the city vernacular you’d been so used to hearing.

Atsumu, who insisted you called him by his first name since he was a twin and was used to it, had sidled up to your side of the desks, lips curling into a smile as he noted your work. You don’t even remember what you had been working on, the only memory of that day was the way your name rolled off of his lips, watching the way his mouth formed around each letter as if he wanted to savor it.

Office life with Atsumu around was, in short, terribly dreamy, and you didn’t know if you wanted him in your life more or less. You could probably get through the stacks of papers on your desk faster if he weren’t in your life, and yet, you couldn’t ever turn him down when he offered to get dinner.

Like tonight, he’d offered to pay for your dinner if you left the office right when you were allowed to leave, and when his bottom stuck out like that, how were you going to deny him? The conversation had flowed so easily, and you didn’t want to leave when he had mentioned a brand of beer he enjoyed, something about how they were coming out with a new flavor only sold in convenience stores.

That was how you ended up back at your apartment, the night life of the city beginning to awaken as you settled down on your couch.

A beer in your hand, a cute man on your couch, and a heat in your cheeks that wasn’t from the alcohol, your night had definitely been one for the books.

The conversation was so smooth with him, it felt like the conversations about his brother and his family that lasted for at least a few hours passed by in only a couple of minutes. What was supposed to be only a singular shared beer ended up turning into finishing the whole six pack, the bottles haphazardly strewn across the coffee table.

“Y’know,” his words are a bit slurred on the edges, the ‘w’ drawing out as he tilts his head towards you, “I haven’t had this much fun in the city in a while.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls, Atsumu,” your eyes are rolling before you even know what’s happening, and you have to resist laughing at his look of indignation, “I’m not falling for your southern charm anytime soon, promise you.”

“Not like there’re a lot of other girls to be impressing.” He makes a noise at the back of his throat, something akin to protest as he leans closer to you, his hand on the outside of your thigh. “Y’think I have southern charm?”

You curse the way his mouth rolls over the r’s, as if they were falling down a hill without any hope of stopping. It stops you in your tracks as you let your eyes track to the clock on the wall above your door, hoping to find something—anything—to change the conversation away from the fact that you think your handsome coworker was charming.

“It’s past ten, Atsumu, you have to go if you don’t wanna miss the last train.” You try to avoid the way his eyes slide to your lips as you say it, something about the way his cheeks flush red from the beer makes your heart pound in your chest a bit.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, instead letting his tongue poke out to wet his lips before speaking up, “I’m pretty sure I already missed the train headin’ towards my house. Think you could spare some housin’ for a man without a place to stay the night?”

“Depends,” you mutter, eyes trailing after his hand as it slides along the seam of the couch, “what’s the man got to offer me?”

“Somethin’ you’ve never experienced before.” His smile is sharp around the edges, fox-like and predatory and you remember him mentioning once that his alma mater’s mascot was a fox, now seeing it come to fruition in front of you.

You have to make sure you’re still breathing, because Miya Atsumu has stolen all the breath from your chest with a single phrase.

“Only if,” you start saying, watching the way he leans in, and you have to wonder if he’s leaning in or if you are, “you sleep on the couch.”

“If that means I can get into yer bed sooner, then that’s fine by me.”

The ladies at the office were right, Miya Atsumu is trouble. You like a little rule breaking, though, you discover on a night with a pack of beers emptied on your living room table, and a satisfied southerner that ends up sleeping in your bed.

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caffiine · 3 years

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A BRIEF PAUSE

From my regularly scheduled content. I’ve got some shit to say, y’all (forewarning for spicy language and spoilers)

I thought about making this post on my fandom subblog but this show and this relationship have been TOO important to me for the past 8 years to not give it its proper place in my life. strap in bc im not sure how long this mf is about to be.

When i started this DUMB show at age 19 tortured soul “empath” dark academia me thought sam winchester was going to be my favourite character. and don’t @ me, i love sam now in his own right (and we deserve some SAILEEN PEOPLE). but after literally less than 5 episodes i KNEW dean’s character and his arc were going to be amazing and beautiful and he immediately became my favourite brother. The nuances of his character i.e. his shell vs his true self were so evident to me even in the first couple seasons. in my humble opinion, he had the most growth of the two brothers.

They all deserve to be happy, but for whatever FUCKING reason dean has the HARDEST TIME OF ANYONE being happy in this show. I know it’s his character. I know it was written that way. But FFS. I kept wondering when they were going to wrap up his emotional arc and stop torturing the poor dude.

then in season 4 they introduced castiel and 1) I thought the new concept of angels as assholes was super cool and 2) I hardcore SIMPED over misha collins (still do). I watched benignly as cas and dean began to form this relationship that seemed pretty special. I started watching the show when it was in its eighth season and I binged the shit out of it for two weeks until I was caught up. By the time I was caught up I was CERTAIN there were some feelings between them and I LOVED it. I am bisexual and I was ECSTATIC for a potential queer relationship between two masculine-portrayed dudes. I went on tumblr to express my newfound theory, only to find out that this was a real THING. “Destiel” was already an idea that had absolutely and intensely BLOSSOMED in the fandom for several seasons already. So many others saw what I saw and saw the potential of emotionally tortured/constipated “daddy’s blunt instrument” dean and the unfeeling daddy’s boy cas “crack in his chassis” Winchester being allowed to be happy together. I felt validated and hopeful. For a while.

Then it was season after season of hopefulness for them to be finally happy with each other while still fighting the ills of their world with sam and the other new members of their family that were added along the way, only to constantly have that hope seemingly teased away at the end every single time. By season 11 and the introduction of amara (not bashing, eventually loved her character and her development too) I gave up. I lost hope. I stopped watching the show. I didn’t want to keep watching my two favourite characters continuously abused by the story they were thrown into.

I know not everyone likes destiel, not everyone thought it was real. That’s chill, idc. Stories are so often meant to be (and sometimes inadvertently) left up to interpretation by the person experiencing and consuming them. It’s what’s so amazing about books and shows and movies that are able to make us feel so intensely about them and their characters. And I felt SO strongly about dean and cas. It was honestly really upsetting to me, the way the show was going with their relationship.

A while later season 13 had been going on and I started seeing some things pop up on my dash. Hopeful things. I did a bit of research and accidentally saw THE SCENE from season 12 and I couldn’t help myself. I restarted it. I watched the whole thing from the beginning again AND introduced it to my boyfriend I think partially as a way to ensure I wasn’t imagining shit (it took him awhile and a lot of me internally screaming during many scenes but by season 9 he was like “uh are they in gay love”). Fast forward to me finally catching up as season 14 was starting. I was still hopeful, somehow. And it happened AGAIN. Season 14 and the beginnings of 15 made me so sad. I HATED what they did with their relationship. I HATED the way it ended. I HATED the way dean treated cas and everyone around him. It felt like the show was taking his whole character arc back to day 1. I didn’t understand. I kept watching for a couple episodes after the big argument and cas left but the luster was gone and eventually I just stopped.

I love this show. It has meant so much to me as a story. So many of the characters are/were very dear to me. I know it’s a running joke with this show about character deaths and homophobia but the strength of the bond I felt was between cas and dean gave me a lot of hope. But it wasn’t enough. I felt betrayed one too many times. And for those of you who kept watching, for whatever reason, I don’t hold it against you. It’s still a beautiful and interesting story without cas and dean’s relationship. But I just personally couldn’t do it anymore.

I hadn’t planned on watching the rest of season 15 when it came back after pandemic hiatus, at least not for awhile. So imagine my FUCKING surprise when I was doom scrolling through twitter during election week on Thursday and I see supernatural trending right along with election shit.

What.

I couldn’t stop myself, I looked and literally SCREAMED and made my boyfriend spill his wine all over our couch. I didn’t know exactly what happened as I hadn’t seen the episode but APPARENTLY all my emotions and feelings had been at least partially vindicated. So I BOUGHT season 15 so I could finish watching where I had left off. I watched 8 episodes in less than 24hrs (don’t judge me there’s a quarantine) and I LIKED them. And it might’ve been bc I knew what was about to happen in 15 x18 but I really felt like the show was getting STRONGER as it neared its finish.

I was so excited for 15x19. I read so many posts from fellow fans, destiel and antis alike. There really weren’t a lot of bad emotions running around. Everyone seemed hopeful and excited like me.

I probably don’t need to go over 15x19 emotions but im going to anyway. I was disappointed. I was confused. I was angry. we are in season 15. The last season ever for this show that has had a HUGE following of fans who have loved it, sometimes unconditionally, sometimes even though it wasn’t the best (and sometimes less than good). A season and show that had just announced YES. CAS LOVES DEAN. ITS REAL. And I shouldn’t have to go over the nuances of why we would expect more after this, with two episodes to go before the show is done forever.

But I will bc im mad af.

Like I said in the beginning. Dean’s character arc has been incredible. His emotional growth – as subtle as it might’ve seemed – has been amazing. And dean has always been an emotional, loving person. he just felt like he wasn’t because the world made him feel that way. And that’s sad, y’all. Dean deserves to realize he DESERVES happiness. And in 15x18, we were finally heading basically directly there. With destiel, yes, but even if you’re anti, what cas said to dean about who he is and why he loves him obviously struck a fucking chord with dean. It obviously changed the way he viewed himself (RE: “that’s not who I am, that’s not who we are”).

But for WHATEVER reason that’s ALL we got in 15x19. One fucking SENTENCE about dean realizing maybe he’s not just built to kill people. And then jack leaves without a single mention of Eileen or cas or Charlie or literally anyone they ever cared about and dean rode off into the sunset alone with his brother while we watched a fucking FIVE MINUTE MONTAGE that made me want to hurl my own body into the sun they were driving toward. And cas is STILL DEAD.

BUT THERE’S STILL ONE EPISODE LEFT AND FUCK ME IF I HAVENT BEEN PAINTING ON MY CLOWN MAKEUP ALL WEEK. SO WHAT DO I WANT????

ONE: DEAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. REAL HAPPINESS. What the FUCK supernatural??? Wasn’t this the whole point of his arc??? And don’t get me wrong I REALLY want that happiness to come from Cas and a real spoken relationship of some sort between them bc it also ties in with my second point but tbh just PLEASE let dean be happy. Dean is a loving person and does everything for love as we JUST FOUND OUT. Dean would NOT be happy with everyone he’s ever loved gone for the rest of his life. I just don’t believe that’s fucking true. h elp him pls.

TWO: CAS DESERVES HAPPINESS. I know we got this whole speech about “happiness isn’t in the having it’s simply in being” but like. Really. Castiel was supposed to be a throwaway character no one was supposed to care about. But we all cared SO MUCH that he lasted 11 SEASONS longer than intended and became a main character and an integral part of the story. Cas has arguably sacrificed more than anyone on this show. His last act was to sacrifice his life to save the man he loved. He knew where he was going. He knew he was finally going to be able to tell dean he loved him and then immediately be taken by the empty where we know now thanks to season 15 that everyone in there just gets to dream forever about their regrets and sadness. HOW IS THAT FAIR. HOW IS THAT A GOOD ENDING FOR CAS. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ANYONE – CHARACTERS AND FANS ALIKE –TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT. Its messed up, supernatural. Y’all KNOW it is and I hope to HIGH HEAVENS this is going to be corrected in 15x20.

THREE: give sam Eileen back.

Well that’s all I’ve got in me, folks. I’m absolutely and intensely dreading Thursday. Im scared and nervous and obviously still angry that this is absolutely going to be the opposite of what they promised – another “game of thrones” ending. Some of y’all are giving me hope with your posts about maybe they’re trying to keep the ending a surprise and maybe cas is coming back and how can they not and why else would they have done the second to last episode like that and I hope yall are right.

Either way, im glad I am not alone with my feelings. Thanks yall for the experience of this fandom and show. Let’s stick together on Thursday, no matter our differences.

PS stop calling jensen ackles a homophobe or ill hex you.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #oh and #saileen #just to make sure theyre not forgotten #dean winchester #castiel #Misha Collins #jensen ackles #15x18 #15x20 #15x19 #i fucking guess #dean x castiel #casdean #castiel x dean #supernatural season 15

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idle-writer · 4 years

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it’s a date

IT’S A DATE!

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: too much cliche none

word count: 1.5k-ish

A/N: This is in response to @the-ss-horniest-book-club ‘s 24Hr. Surprise Drabble Challenge. Theme is Summer Dates. Hope you enjoy reading! :)

Too hot. That is your first thought upon waking up, tossing your blanket away as sweat drench your body, your sleep shirt clinging uncomfortably to your back.

“FRIDAY. Can you please lower the temperature in my room please?” You ask the ever reliable A.I., hoping you’ll be able to get more sleep. It has been less than four hours since you returned from your week long mission (which you manage to finish in four days) and you want nothing more than snuggle in your bed away from the summer heat.

“I apologize, miss. But the cooling system is under maintenance.”

A frustrated groan leaves your lips, knowing you will not be able to go back to sleep, you jump out of bed and decided to raid the fridge for ice cream.

“Ooooh looks like someone woke up in the wrong side of bed.”

You choose to ignore Tony’s teasing and head straight to the fridge. Another frustrated groan when you see no frozen sweet delights.

“Seriously?!”You shut the door of the fridge, closed your eyes and softly bang your head on the door, the cold metal door oddly comforting.

Suddenly, instead of the hard cold metal, you feel something soft and warm touch your forehead. Looking up, you are met with the familiar ocean eyes you’ve grown to love. Bucky is standing next to you, his right hand cushioning your head from the metal door, his brows furrowed in concern. “You’re gonn’ hurt yourself, doll.”

You’re not sure if it’s still the summer heat or the fact that Bucky Barnes is standing next to you in very close proximity with his skin touching yours and his stupidly cute way of saying doll, but the warmth gets worse and you struggle to compose yourself. Instead of giving him an answer, you just dumbly stare at him, noticing a single drop of sweat that slowly trailed the side of his face down to his chin. Your eyes flicker quickly to his parted pink lips, and you unconsciously lick your own.

“Doll?”

“S-sorry, this heat is making me crazy, Bucky.” You turn away from him to hide the blush that is starting to creep up your face, grabbing the collar of your shirt to quickly fan yourself. “And there’s no ice cream.”

Bucky gulp, catching a glimpse of your covered chest through your over-sized sleep shirt. Turning his eyes away when he sees you looking at him, and you can’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks. “I-“

Whatever it is Bucky was going to say is cut off by someone calling both your names. Sam approaches the both of you, a smirk on his face. “I swear to god, you two are always in your own little world when you’re together. Tony was just saying we can all go use his rooftop pool. As apology for the ‘accomodation difficulties’. So... Pool party! You guys coming?”

“NO!”

Your answer is so abrupt, even Bucky was caught off guard, a surprised look on his face. Sam, on the other hand, is squinting his eyes at you as if he’s trying to read your mind.

You are not comfortable spending time half-naked. You should be used to it but you’re not, especially since you spend your time with gods both literally and figuratively of good physiques. You clear your throat, an attempt to cut the awkward silence, “I mean. I’m not coming. But Buck, you can go if you want.”

Bucky slightly shook his head, his stare not leaving you, “I’m not really in the mood.”

“Okaaaaay, your loss. If you change your minds,” Sam pointed up with his thumb, “we’ll be there.”

He waved goodbye to the both of you (to you mostly), before disappearing behind the door.

You must have looked gloomy even after Sam left because Bucky asked you what’s wrong, in which you answered, “There’s no ice cream in the fridge.”

A brief silence followed by a hearty chuckle he seldom use but you oh-so-love to hear. He is grinning at you, “Then let’s go get some, doll. Meet me at the lobby in 10?”

You can’t help but return his smile, “It’s a date!”

He took you to an ice cream parlor he and Steve used to go to when they were kids. Even he was surprised when he found out a few days ago that the place is still operating.

After you got your orders, you both decide not to stay and chose to visit the park instead, sitting under the shade of a big oak tree. There aren’t a lot of people around. They’re probably staying indoors away from the heat, you thought.

“You got a little something here,” Bucky leans forward, thumb brushing the corner of your lip before licking the cream off his thumb as if it’s the most natural thing to do.

Bucky’s eyes widen just as yours are upon realizing what he has done. He misinterpreted your shock, kicking himself for making you feel uncomfortable. He is about to apologize when at the exact same moment your soft laughter filled his ears. Something you usually do but he still loves to hear.

“Thank you, Bucky,” You grin at him, “That’s some romantic comedy move you got there.”

He shakes his head at your silly comment, settling his gaze at random things around the area, your smile focused on him too much for his old man’s heart to bear.

“But seriously, Bucky. Thank you.”

He chance a glance at you in the corner of his eye as you stare at your fingers fiddling absentmindedly on your lap. “You didn’t have to. But thank you for accompanying me. I’m sure it’s probably more fun to spend time with the others in Tony’s rooftop pool. I mean. It’s Stark’s rooftop pool-”

“Stop.”

And immediately, you stop.

“Did you want to go?”

Afraid your voice will crack, you answer him with a silent nod.

“Then why did you...” He cut himself off, pausing for awhile, “Can I tell you why I didn’t want to go?”

“You know of my past, right? I have scars,” He try to smile but there’s so much bitterness in it, you almost feel your eyes sting. “They’re not pretty, doll.”

The silence that followed made it seem as if you can see the painful memories come flooding back inside his mind. Your heart aching for the pain he felt before and the pain his memories are causing him. Showing his scars means showing his weakness and pain.

Gathering your courage, you’ve decided to come clean and make him feel he’s not alone.

“Can I also tell you why I didn’t want to go? I… I’m not really as built and beautiful as you guys,” you start, a sigh escaping you. “Now that I say it out loud it sounds stupid. I’m sure our friends will not judge me. And compared to your reas-“

“This is not a competition, sweetheart,” he gently chided.

He softly brush the stray hair away from his face, hoping you’ll look him in the eye, which you did almost instantly when you felt his fingertips touch your face. “And besides, everything about you is beautiful, doll.”

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It is already dark when Bucky and you returned from your ice cream date escapade. While you were walking towards your own rooms, Bucky asked if you still want to go to Stark’s pool. When you said yes, he smiled and said to meet up in 10. Before he can disappear from his room, he stopped by the door and grinned at you, mirroring your actions from earlier, “It’s a date.”

And that is how you end up here. Maybe love heat can really make you do crazy things. You clutch the towel at your chest, and with a shaky breath, you walk out of the changing room. No one is around except the lone figure on the far edge of the pool. Letting the towel fall and pool over your feet, you walk closer.

Overseeing the city lights, Bucky’s back is turned to you. Even with only the moon illuminating the night, you can see the scars running through his back and his left shoulder where they are more prominent. Scars he sees as weakness, but you see them as strength. A testimony of his courage.

He turn his head slightly to the side, making you catch a glimpse of his profile, you can barely make out a smug grin on his lips. “Can I turn around now, doll?”

You yelp in surprise and immediately jump in the pool, an attempt to hide your body last minute. You slowly swim towards him, sinking as you approach until only your nose up are visible. Bucky chuckles at your antics and as you reach his side, your eyes widen at the view. You are in awe at the sight of the different colored city lights as they blend perfectly with the night sky and the constellations above.

You are unaware that you’ve stood up, exposing your chest up to the chill air and shivered. Bucky put his arms around you, his warm chest pressing at your back. You look up at him, a fond smile on your face, “Bucky, it’s beautiful.”

And as he looks down at you, with your eyes twinkling like the constellations above, he knows. What he’s looking at is beautiful.

#hbc drabbles #hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge #hbc summer loving challenge #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you

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Sunday was the wedding practice and dinner for my paramour whose dress I have not finished. The dinner was at a Mexican restaurant, where I planned to eat either nothing or a quesadilla, which was arguably a terrible idea. We get there and I am immediately having trouble breathing, but figure the entrance’s proximity to the kitchen is to blame, and the wedding party is eating upstairs, so I’ll just zip up there. This seems to be fine. I’m a little wheezy but there are absolutely worse things.

Literally minutes after other people order their appetizers, I start feeling like crap. Too many peppers heaped on every single platter. I think I made eye-contact with the salsa and lost some years off my life. I ordered my plain quesadilla, informed the restaurant of my allergy, and within like 15 minutes relocated to an entirely different table so nobody eating peppers could breathe on me. I get through my drink and my plain quesadilla seems risky, but I have eaten two slices of watermelon and nothing else all day.

In short order, I can’t do it. My whole face is burning, I can’t breathe through my nose, everything is choked and miserable and I don’t want to risk using my inhaler and breathing more pepper oils. I ended up having to escape to the car, took a Claritin--my second in 24hr--used my inhaler, chugged most of a water bottle that hasn’t gone near the restaurant. Crisis averted, right? Everyone’s on the way out within an hour. It’s still a little uncomfortable breathing through my nose, but it’s not hard. Everything smells kind of stingy, but whatever. Inhaler again. Drive back to Lux’s house.

Being that it’s Sunday, everything is closed, and being that Monday is apparently holiday, nothing has inventory. Inhaler again well before midnight. Sent Greg off to please for the love of god find me Benadryl, go up to try to steam my airways open. (If you’re wondering when, in all of this, I should have gone to the ER, the answer is 15 minutes after entering the fucking restaurant.)

Make it to like 4am before it’s probably as safe as it’s gonna be to take Benadryl and also sleep. It’s been 12hr since the first Claritin and 8hr since the 2nd. Don’t take 24hr Claritin for severe allergies; you want Benadryl or something fast-acting. Made it to morning.

The Benadryl more or less saved my ass. Monday I was pretty solidly left body and on autopilot. We had to do a quest that took us through so much dust that I sincerely don’t know if I was sneezing blood from my airways closing up or from inhaling dust on the freeway. It could go either way at this point, but typically I don’t do that thing from allergies. Very shrug. Fully intended to KO early to sleep off feeling like my guts and sinuses and throat were dying, especially since my temperature was very Your Allergies Are Bad-levels of low. Still had some trouble breathing, but nothing worth more than caution and inhaler. Did manic sewing project to feel productive.

Here’s a problem with dissociating: you don’t know you’re doing it until after, usually. I was distantly aware that feeling like my skin was crawling and everything touching it was sharp and unsafe was anxiety, but it took me until I finally had a mental breakdown at 7am about wanting to stop living because it is Hard and Scary and I was Embarrassed about “making a scene” (quietly excusing myself and letting my friends know is not a scene, even if Greg’s medic friend immediately asked if I needed an Epipen, a thing neither of us had and that I was too worried about being inconvenient to accept), and therefore I should??? Despawn?? It was not an intelligent breakdown or sensible. But I cried myself to sleep pretty fast and it cleared my sinuses so that’s nice.

I didn’t realize for another twelve hours that an existential crisis mental breakdown was, perhaps, my body’s way of addressing the possibility that I, a ditz, could’ve stopped breathing because I can’t go in a damn restaurant.

So that’s what I’ve been doing instead of finishing the gown I need to sew for a wedding in 17 days. :’D

#no1curr o'clock #adventures of hari #hari is back to eating rice and butter #hari does not get to attend the bachelorette party

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Rebellion

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 2

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: Kidnapping, mommy/daddy issues? Fictional politics? Future chapters will include NSFW content and violence!

A/N:

I cannot describe how much fun I'm having writing this. Like I'm genuinley having a blast with this concept. The more I learn about Shigaraki for, "reseach purposes", the more I fall in love with him as a character. He's so complex, that character development, GOD! That charactet design, FUCK! The exploration of the complexities of mental illness from trauma and grooming, DAMN IT! He's becoming an anti-hero and I 👏 AM 👏 HERE 👏 FOR 👏 IT👏 Anyways, Don't forget to check out my Patreon! ❤

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

You passed out again. Dehydration.

You woke up in a sleeping bag. Your wrists and ankles bruised slightly from the restraints, but free. You laid there on the floor, looking over you noticed a few bottles of water and a granola bar. You took down one bottle in a matter of seconds before discarding it and starting the next. A horrible aching pain in your head raged on as you took in your surroundings. Light trickled in between the cracked of the barred-up window.

Your heart began to race as you began to sort through your options. Could you manage to escape through the window? Or were you on a second or third floor? Maybe if you asked to use the restroom, maybe there was a window there where you could get a better look.

Poor All Might, he must be so worried. Did even know you were missing? Of course, he knew, it wasn't like you to be out all night and gone in the morning. He'd probably called Mom by now, she's probably on a plane already. She's going to be furious.

After you finished a second bottle and the snack, you stood. You felt better. Not good, but better. You made your way to the door and knocked.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" You called.

"The doors open!" A new voice answered. The door let out a harsh creak as you opened it. It let out into the living space you had been in before. There, the majority of the villains surrounding you earlier sat around. You looked up to the figure that stood, leaning against the wall closest to the door.

"You're new." You mumbled.

"My apologies, Miss. I believed I was absent when you first arrived. I'm Mr. Compress." His sing-song voice reached out from behind a mask.

"A pleasure." You groaned back. "Why is the door unlocked, aren't you afraid I'll break free?" You asked the room. They all turned to look at you.

"I doubt you could fight all of us at once." The red-eyed man had the hand again.

"Bathroom?" You asked. Mr. Compress pointed you in the right direction and you walked off. The only window in there was way too small and too high up to help you. You finished your business and washed your hands before looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked tired and worn out.

You shuffled back into the living room and found the group lounging around. A Tv played the news non-stop. A few of them were passing the time by playing games on devices.

"I'm sorry...Who exactly are you?" You spoke to the room.

"Wow! You really are clueless!" The girl mused.

"Don't you follow hero news?" Patchwork asked. You shrugged.

"I never really paid attention to what was happening over here. All I know is what Dad has told me. He's mentioned 'The League of Villians' a couple of times, but I guess I wasn't listening. Hero news back home is, different."

"You know of All For One, don't you?" The red-eyed man asked without taking his gaze off the Tv.

"Yeah. You're his associates, or something aren't you? Like his henchmen?" A few chuckled.

"You can call me Toga!"

"Twice!"

"Spinner."

"Dabi."

"'Henchmen'...hehe. No, I wouldn't say that." Red-eye stood and began making his way closer and closer, holding a bottle of water in his hand. Careful to hold a finger away from it. "There is nothing I hate more than heroes. This wretched society that rewards such self-serving narcissists." Closer. "We seek to destroy it." Closer. You're backed against a wall now. You watched him place his last digit down on the bottle. It began to crumble before shattering to dust in his grasp. "My name is Shigaraki Tomura. You can consider me, All For One's heir. The future King of Villians." He came so close the wrist of the hand on his face rested dangerously close to your chin. His red eye stared down at you. Your heart raced.

"Oh yes. I've heard of you." You whispered.

"Good." He hummed before turning back and taking his seat again.

"How could you let this happen!?"

"I didn't know this would happen! She's strong, she's an adult now! I thought she could handle herself!"

"She's just a kid! She could be dead by now or worse!" Your mother cried. Her fists firmly slammed on the table where your father sat. Policemen and detectives scattered about the apartment. When you hadn't returned after a few hours, All Might went down to the gym. He found your bag, but no sign of you. First thing he did was call the police and then your mother. She arrived less than 24hrs after receiving the call.

“Please Ms. L/N, we’re doing everything we can. We’ve got the best team in Musutafu looking for her.” Detective Tsukauchi was the second person he called. He felt better knowing his friend was on the case, he had faith that if anyone could find you, it was Tsukauchi.

“Everyone knows if a victim of kidnapping hasn’t been found in the first 24hrs its hopeless! How could you be so sure about this?”

“I understand your frustrations ma’am, but we already have reason to believe we know who took her, and motive. At this rate, we’re just trying to track down their location.”

“Its the League isn’t it? They’re using her to get to me aren’t they?” Your father sulked in his chair. His eyes fixated on his hands which sat in his lap. He shook with fear, rage, disappointment, all targetted at himself. He took sole responsibility for your kidnapping. Your mother fumed across the table from him, arms crossed, and nails digging into her arms.

“Don’t beat yourself up, we’re going to find her,” Tsukauchi assured him. Your mother sat there, gritting her teeth as she gripped her phone.

“I have to go.” She spat as she got up.

“Huh!? You’re not going after her yourself are you?”

“No. I sent for Xavier, Y/N’s boyfriend as soon as I arrived. I’m going to meet him at the airport.

“Boyfriend? Y/N never said anything about a boyfriend.” Your father watched your mother walk towards the front door as she threw her jacket over her shoulders.

“Yes, well, there’s a lot about her you don’t know, Toshinori. I’ll be back.”

“What’s it like in America?”

Toga asked with a wide smile as you sat with them. It was odd, they seemed entirely unbothered by you walking around doing your own thing. The front door was right there, you could have made a run for it. You knew that was a bad idea. They knew, that you knew, that was a bad idea.

“Oh, it’s alright, I guess.” You sat on the floor against the wall beside her.

“I heard heroes work for the military there,” Dabi noted.

“Yeah, they are. Back home, heroes are organized into ‘Military aids’, or ‘police aids’. Meaning, if you want to be a hero, you have to choose between working for the military, or independent police forces. A lot of heroes go into police work because it allows heroes to be community-focused. But Military, that’s where the money is. If you want to be a hero celebrity, that’s where you work.”

“Yeesh, there aren’t any independent agencies?” Toga asked, pulling her legs to her chest.

“I guess the police offices work like hero agencies do here. It’s just a group of people who are authorized to use their quirks to ‘keep the peace’.” You used your fingers to create air-quotes.

“You don’t sound too keen on the idea.” She pointed out with a sly smile. You sighed.

“I know things seem bad here with heroes, but in America, it’s worse. The system was built so that people wish flashy quirks get the best out of life. It’s created a highly militarized country that only cares for those who have something to offer it. If you can’t serve your country, you’re considered trash.”

“I’ve seen the anti-hero marches online. Things seem really out of hand over there. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a league over there too.”

“It’s not anti-hero, it’s anti-military. If we could take away the idea that we’re supposed to serve the system, then heroes could be held accountable for their actions as individuals, not part of a flawed system. When you give these people so much power, they ultimately abuse it and leave the rest to rot.”

“You sound like a villain,” Dabi smirked. You sighed, having realized how loud you got. You were passionate on the subject. You spent your college years working to analyze and fight against the system. The system your mother so willingly played into and encouraged you to do the same. The system that killed your friend.

“Maybe here things are a little more simple. But back home not everything isn’t so black and white.”

“It isn’t here, either.” Shigaraki groaned from his place on the couch, facing away from you.

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tanushreeofficial · 4 years

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THE CORONA NUTHOUSE😶

We all know how dangerous this new corona virus is. It spreads like wildfire, I must say. Some have taken it seriously while some haven’t.

Well…. here’s my first blog where you get to have a little sneak peak in my crazy life and my super unpredictable family…. happy reading

My parents are probably in a total CORONA -PROOF MODE. Seriously, i haven’t stepped out of my house since like months!😑I am not even allowed to go to my balcony. ( and I mean it, NOT A STEP!!)

The night lock down was announced throughout the country, I could see the whole super markets crowded with people. Even the news channels got some news material, cuz when I turned one of those channels on, all I saw was reporters interviewing people who have crowded the market’s.🤣

In fact, that very afternoon, my mom went to the supermarket to buy a few things. And by few, she bought only few packets of biscuits, chips and a packet of milk powder.

MILK POWDER!! Seriously??? What use is milk powder of?? I don’t understand why such a thing is even invented? You cant even use it to drink, because all you can taste is water with a weird smell/flavor. Plus, by mistake if you eat a chunk of it, it will stick in your mouth.😫

After lock down, we were low on supplies, or rather JUNK FOOD supplies.🍕🍟🍔🥖🥓🥩

After all our groceries were over, my parents were willing to spend days eating plain daal rice.😑which wasn’t a good news for me since I cant bear something so…. tasteless. Now, obviously, I had to put a stop to this. And it became mandatory after we gave this ‘plain daal rice’ thing a try. And believe me, things became worse after we started “SAVING FOOD“.😶

Few days later, my dad ordered groceries online. The first time we got our stuff, it was good!!

But what happened was that whatever came, was put into big baskets and was isolated in MY BALCONY🤯. So thats where the ‘NO STEPPING IN THE BALCONY’ rule comes.

Until day 8, our days were jolly good days. The milk that we used to receive was picked up using a tissue paper and was poured directly into a vessel.

But on day 8, my dad (mistakenly) spilled milk while pouring it into a vessel. Boom🤯. The next few minutes were a total chaos…. It was now made official that consumption of milk will be banned until there is not even a single case of Coronavirus in the country.

I never imagined that milk is one of the essential needs..!!! And it plays such an important role in our daily routine!!🤔

NOTE: If you think that I am lying about milk being an essential need, try living without milk for a week.

I take back each and every word that I ever wrote or spoke about milk powder! Cuz that was the only thing that kept my moral from sinking down during these milk-proof days😵.

Few days later, dad ordered one of those milk tetra packs which lasted much longer and was probably spill proof🤔. And I am pretty sure he ordered it because he was also tired of the milk powder.😵

Now, since we were all living in the house for 24hrs a day. Me and my dad were pretty much sure that one day or the other, we were going to drive mom CRAZY!! 😵

Because all we did was ‘eat, sleep, tv and repeat’. But not this quarantine! We knew that if we did that, we would end up with a big mess. So, each one of us took up a chore. So, when you see one of those tick tock videos in which the wife is chilling and the husband is working, that is sometimes true😅😅!!

I took up dusting and sweeping and dad took washing utensil. My chore was a super easy one, cuz we had a special mop, so all I had to do was sweeping without getting my hands dirty 😎. But dad took the tough one though. Tough, because be it dad, me or mom, washing utensils does something to a person 😶. Cuz he or she isn’t really the same after that. All they do is point mistakes in what you are doing.

Till 4th of April my days were really good. All I did was wake up late, finish up my chores and watch movies all day…. Ahhh… Good old days 😎

But… On 5th April, things turned upside down 😑 The school started sending assignments (and loads of them) which were to be submitted when school re-opened. The difficult part was that I did not have any books, so I downloaded a few PDFs on my laptop. But those were pretty much useless as questions didn’t seem to be in those PDFs. Also, the questions were no less than french and Latin to me. So all I did was copy them and Google it.

But the fun fact was that sitting in AC with laptop in front gave me a professional kind of feeling 😜. IDK why!!

After 3 days I realised that maybe I couldn’t spend time for myself, what I meant was that I usually watched 2 to 3 movies everyday. But now I couldn’t even watch one. Why? Because I woke up late as I slept late and I slept late because I woke up late.

Baam🤯!!

My sleep schedule was totally ruined.

Whenever I sat on my sofa, all ready to watch and FINISH movie, that would never happen or rather papa wouldn’t let that happen! What he did was that the moment he saw me relaxing on the Sofa he would start asking me about my assignments. That was a signal for me to hand him the remote so that he could watch news and to get lost from there and start doing my assignment.

So…. This is it…

Now…. Lockdown has been extended 😅. So now it’s back to the same drama … Hope you all are having fun during this lockdown… Or maybe not

Comment below weather your lockdown is worse or better than mine🤗

TOODLES…. SEEYAL

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songofadaydream · 4 years

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my real-time thoughts on rocketman the 4th time I’ve seen it in total and 2nd time this week, let’s go bois *very long post warning*

fair warning I just finished jojo rabbit less than an hour ago and it was way more emotional than I expected, so she’s probably going to be an emotional wreck tonight ladies!! :)) also, I will be pausing the movie throughout! just wanted to let you know

starting the night out right with some lay’s salt and vinegar chips and a lush face mask

not even a part of the movie but when the studio logos come on a version of goodbye yellow brick road and just *french kiss*

it’s starting and I am here for it!!

taron comes looking like an icon and a snack. actually, a whole meal. the heart glasses omggg

“how long’s this gonna take.” “that’s really up to you.”

i never noticed this before but taron stares right into the camera as he introduces himself

“my name is elton hercules john. and I’m an alcoholic. and a cocaine addict. and a sex addict. and a bulimic. i’m also a shopaholic who was problems with weed, prescription drugs, and anger management.”

“well my dealer was out of town I thought this seemed like a good alternative,”

“and I wanted to get better.”

um the transition into the full on musical number of the bitch is back.

this tiny little child actor playing elton saying bitch 10 million times. props to his parents for letting him do that.

um also his riffs??

just the way his mom says, “love to.”

god his dad is a DOUCHE

“when are you going to hug me”🥺🥺

the flashlight conducting scene!! they’re playing rocketman and it’s so beautiful and cute!! whe lil reggie/elton gets on the mini piano oh my god

when he looks at his mom’s fashion magazines...gay fashion icon beginnings...

*looks up* “can we go home,”

he starts playing his teacher’s song and she’s just like 😦😦

idk if this is an unpopular opinion but I don’t really like the I want love scene. I just don’t really like the switching of singer, the arrangement, and tempo. just my opinion though :/ also that’s the only weak scene of this movie I think

elton’s grandmother appreciation post send tweet

that last I want love though.

when his mom is clearly getting it on in a car and her date is like, “I’m..,,..a friend of.,.,,..your mum’s,.,,”

his dad leaves. heartbreaking!

when he wipes the tear away...

“i discovered records. and rock and roll :)”

playing classical music with an elvis presley haircut is an aesthetic no I don’t take criticism

“excuse me. you can’t put that there,” “why not,” “it’ll get knocked off.”

when he transforms into teenage elton and an amazing musical/dance number starts

that face taron makes when the door shuts on the car

“it’s not just your name. you gotta kill the person you were born to be in order to become the person you wanna be.”

that kiss with one of the band members is so hot.

peeing in a bottle in disgusting I’m sorry.

“what’d you say your name was again?” “elton.” “elton. elton what.” “john. elton john.”

ray is cute af. also the transcendental moment when he hands elton the envelope with bernie’s lyrics in it.

“one frothy coffee, no froth.”

jamie is so cute what the heckkkk

singing streets of loredo in a cafe is so wholesome and adorable

holy sHIT BORDER SONG IS STARTING

bernie and elton are literally so cute together as friends omg

also completely digging these like early 70s silk scarf things.

“yeah I could just take those songs and leave if you like,”

“what about the fact that you’re a f*g...your little friend here...is a homosexual.”

bernie not caring whether or not elton is is gay is Peak Pure ™

“oH fUcK”

when they stumble home drunk. the cuteness I can’t.

“you are a ssshhHHITT hot piano player, you have an aMAZING voice, and I’m telling you there is something special that happens...when you sing our songs.”

the way the two handle elton’s leaning in for a kiss is SO GOOD and I could write an entire essay on it. “we became inseparable after that. the brother I never had.”

“anyway I took his advice. told arabella. she took it quite well actually,” *cut to her throwing his piano out the window* “sHe KiLlEd mY pIaNo”

your song and everything about that scene is perfection. that’s all I have to say.

“you can’t just sPRING the troubadour on me.”

“put on a great

fucking

show. and just don’t kill yourself with drugs?”

amoreena is so good how didn’t I realize this until now!

doug flirting w/bernie kills me every time.

“ooh dude. what the hell’re you wearing?”

“my stage gear.”

*bernie stumbles in drunk* “reggie! reggie reggie. neil diamond is at the bar he’s talkin to leon russell and half the fuckin beach boys eh??”

“jesus sHIT bernie,”

that little, “well come on then,” after being yelled by bernie & ray

“please welcome all the way from london, england...”

ELTON JOHN

when he starts singing it’s like the smoothest molasses ever and I am HERE for it.

there’s an interview where taron says, and I quote, “those dungarees made my ass look massive” wholeheartedly agree my guy. but in best way possible

when they start floating

elton’s jacket and the magic that is the entirety of tiny dancer <3 <3

there’s a whole ass bed in a tipi?? what the hell

“so you like the songs then?” “not quite as much as the singer,” OH SHIT THE GAY TENSION

“there are moments in a rockstar’s life that defines who he is...and it’s going to be a wild ride,”

it’s a weird scene to like but I really love the take me to the pilot love scene. the song is so good and perfect for that moment, and they seem genuinely attracted to each other (even though john ends up being a huge dick later)

the way he takes the glasses off

the lil race to get their pants off is weird but it works

elton just seems so happy and content at the end and it’s so refreshing.

when he gets the shoes and the glasses <3

he looks so happy and fulfilled my little boy

why is it so cute when he and Kiki record don’t go breaking my heart

elton stops it the SECOND he sees John oh my goddd

kiki’s little “ough” when she sees john

“elton what’s going on are we going again or should we go for a pint,” *sees john walk into the closet* “yeah no yeah you should go for a pint”

HONKY CAT IS ONE OF IF NOT THE BEST SCENES/SONGS IN THE ENTIRE FILM THERE I SAID IT

cocaine induced head butt of a soccer ball is iconic

why did they have to get rid of rayyyy

the, “best of luck to you elton,” is so bitter yet genuinely well-wishing??

“welp...that was *absolutely* horrible,” is such a mood

the scene where he goes to come out to his dad is so incredibly heartbreaking, especially when it cuts to him in rehab.

taron deserves an oscar just for throwing that chair alone.

“what have you got to do the get a fucking drink around here, eh?” and then he takes a swig from a bottle in the car with john

when he calls his mom to come out. that shit hurts.

“i just hope you realize you’re choosing a life of being alone forever...you’ll never be loved properly.” he opens his mouth. it’s so awful guys. and then he fucking gets punched by john what an absolute dick.

“real love’s hard to come by. so you find a way to cope without it.”

the scene that comes right after that when he’s getting ready for his show and snorts cocaine and takes a swig of a drink really shows how far off the deep end he had gone. it’s heartbreaking, really.

“PEOPLE DON’T PAY TO SEE rEgInALd dWiGhT THEY PAY TO SEE ELTON JOHN. DON’T EVER TELL ME HOW TO DO MY FUCKING JOB.” “WRITE THE FUCKING LYRICS, BERNIE. LET ME DEAL WITH THE REST,” “i’m sorry,” “i know.”

that headdress tho

ok but pinball wizard absolutely slaps and so does the montage with all of his changing outfits

oh my god the drag queen in his room though

NONONONO JOHN IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE FUCKING CHEATING ON HIM IT IS NOT OKAY.

what an inconvenient time for his mom to waltz in

“and what a shy little boy you were! look at you now.”

“mum you’re ON my GOWN,”

i wish i were as cool as bernie getting out of that car and coming inside

“yEaGhHhH...go get a lil drink. yehyeh,”

get ready for one of the most impactful scenes of 2019 if not the 2010s ladies

“FOR MY NEXT TRICK i’m gonna fucking kill myself.”

again, I could write an entire essay on this but the fact that he is literally hitting rock bottom with his childhood self down there is so impactful and powerful and one of the greatest artistic choices they made in this film. also the cinematography is gorgeous.

and oh, by the way, taron actually performed this underwater. no cgi or special effects. where is his oscar.

john is a dick to him on the stretcher but bernie looks so genuinely concerned for his friend and I love that.

it is absolutely gut wrenching when they pump his stomach.

THE CINEMATOGRAPHY AND ANGLES AND SILHOUETTES WHEN IT GETS TO THE BIG CHORUS PART IS SO SO SO INCREDIBLY GOOD AND AMAZING AND I WILL NEVER, EVER GET OVER IT.

the nurses getting him ready for what was probably his biggest/most iconic performance to date is something so incredible, and such a great choice cinematically, story wise, and really emotion wise too. he was at his absolute rock bottom and did one of if not the most iconic performance a little over 24hrs later, and I think this little part really helps to illustrate that.

taron actually hit that baseball and I’m so proud of him for it.

the liftoff is so great. and then it cuts to him in a plane with smoke on his head which just. ugh.

hot take: elton’s addiction wouldn’t have gotten so bad if he had just gone to bernie’s fucking ranch with him

THE QUEEN OUTFIT IS SO ICONIC IM SORRY

also if this movie doesn’t win the goddamn best costume design I swear to god.

YES BENNIE AND THE JETSSSSS

this is also such a great scene as well omg.

when he flashbacks to his childhood and difficult and also great moments in his life during this sequence. that hit hard.

i feel like no one talks about taron’s arms enough? they as thiccc as his thighs why y’all sleeping on them

“You signed a contract with me years ago, so I’ll still be collecting my 20% long after you’ve killed yourself.” that’s cold as hell.

when he throws that glass at the door. and then victim of love starts playing straight afterwards UGH dexter fletcher you need to STOP and CALM DOWN

listen I don’t know elton was thinking and/or feeling in terms of life and his sexuality when he decided to marry renata but can we talk about his wedding outfit?? wtffff it’s so gay and if you don’t see it you’re blind.

the look his mom gives him I’m DEAD

they literally had separate rooms this was not a normal marriage. the breakfast scene is so sad though.

“did being married make you happy?” “not really, I’m gay.” hands down one of the most iconic lines in the entire movie.

why does he have sperm on this firework suit coat.

“you know I am so sick of running away from who I am.”

the way his voice wavers and cracks is not okay. and neither is his mom twisting everything around so that she’s made out to be the victim. and don’t cry in the bathroom elton please buddy. you’ll be okay.

“campaign to kill yourself is going well, eh?”

“when did you give up? if you don’t care about yourself how can you expect anyone else to...it’s not weak to ask for help.”

goodbye yellow brick road is such a beautiful song and scene and why didn’t we get Jamie to sing more I mean come on he does so incredibly well in this scene.

also I didn’t really realize that they flipped a few verses around for the movie. and elton yelling and screaming at bernie as he leaves is so powerful.

elton yelling at himself.

this is also when he has a heart attack?? chest infection?? I don’t really know but he falls down the stairs and Mr. Dick Manager John makes him continue to perform.

and there he is in the first scene’s costume. singing the rest of yellow brick road.

and there he goes. off to rehab. a full circle moment. good for him for finally taking control of his life and addictions.

“yeah but I started acting like a c*nt in 1975. I just forgot to stop.”

“maybe I should’ve tried to be more ordinary.” his grandmother walks in. “he was never ordinary.” my. heart. can. not. take. this.

this next scene where he talks to everyone in his mind is incredibly powerful and I will shout it from the rooftops until the end of time.

“my problem is that I believed you loved me. and you’re incapable of it.” the SHADE

“actually I think I’m okay with strange.”

BERNIE COMES IN MY LOVE

“bernie...I never told you how much I need you.” shit fam here comes the waterworks

“you just need to remember who you are. and be okay with it.”

and then his childhood self comes in. “I haven’t been reggie Dwight for years.” “when are you going to hug me.” he engulfs his young self in a hug. this is one of the best moments of the film and I am now full on crying.

I can’t get over how wholesome bernie’s visit is with Elton. the sweetest thing ever.

“you’re not scared you’re not good without it, you’re scared to feel again...this is the part you gotta do on your own. these...need music”

“thank you bernie.” “you’re my brother.” <3

and then he finally sits down to write again. and it’s pure magic.

I’m still standing is a a feat of what he’s been through the entire movie. finally, he’s sober, he’s accepting of himself/his sexuality, and is getting to a better place. plus, it mirrors the original music video, and is everything I’ve ever needed and more. *the* perfect scene and song to end upon.

he’s so happy at the end. and then the epilogue starts and says he’s been sober for 28 years and counting, set up an aids charity, still writes with bernie, met his husband David 25 years ago and is finally loved properly (rip my heart out of my chest, why don’t you), has two sons and is retiring from touring. and and the I’m gonna love me again plays with him and taron and it’s just such a perfect song to end, and I can’t.

so. those are my thought while watching rocketman for the 4th time in total, 2nd time this week. sorry that’s it’s so long. I just love this film so much. anyways, it’s almost 2am and I’m an emotional wreck. I’m gonna go cry and go to bed now. thanks for making it this far. :) <3

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Underwater - MrBeast

hello friend! just wanted to tell you that you’re a really talented writer!! would i be able to request a mrbeast imagine that’s set in the video where he spends 24hrs underwater and when it goes wrong the reader is there and looks after him? thanks!! sorry if that doesn’t make sense! :)

He’d been under for a while now, you weren’t sure how long anymore, but it felt like hours. It was becoming dark now too and you knew how cold it would get when it got dark. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for Jimmy, being stuck at the bottom of the pool in a small plastic box. You were lost in thought when Chris appeared in front of you.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He snapped you out of your daydream, smiling at the look of shock on your face. “Jimmy wants you.”

You rolled your eyes at Chris and began stripping down to the swimming costume that you had on beneath your clothes. You could feel eyes on you, so you quickly hopped over the side of the pool and into the water. You placed your feet on the bottom and walked closer towards the box, ducking under the water once you were close enough. Moments later you appeared in the box next to Jimmy.

“Hey (Y/N), what’re you doing down here?” He said with a laugh. You smiled at him.

“Thought I’d come and say hi to you.” You replied cheekily with a small, smug smile playing upon your lips. Jimmy cocked an eyebrow at you, a look of confusion washing over his features. You leant forward and kissed him passionately, capturing his lips. You took him by surprise, and he dropped the camera that he was using to film with, knocking it off the container while grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to him which was quite tricky under the water. Shortly after you pulled away.

“Get out of here you, you’re using up all of my oxygen.” Jimmy said teasingly, making you laugh. “By the way, can you ask the guys to pick me up a new GoPro? This one has got water in it now!” He yelled to you as you were swimming out of the box, you gave him a quick thumbs up before surfacing. You waded over to the side and climbed out of the pool, waving Chandler and Jake over as you wrapped a towel around yourself.

“Jimmy managed to get water in the GoPro, he asked if you could grab him another one.” You said with a small laugh. Chandler shook his head but was smiling all the same. A few minutes later, Chandler and Jake headed out to Best Buy. While they were gone, Tyler jumped into the pool to keep Jimmy company for a while. You watched him disappear under the box. Since you knew that Jimmy had someone with him, you went inside to make a hot drink to keep you warm. When you came back out about five minutes later, you saw that Tyler had exited the pool.

“Jimmy told me I was stealing his oxygen.” He said with a laugh, walking past you and into the house to get changed. You watched the pool for a few minutes, it looked incredibly peaceful. The soft lapping of the water against the edges of the pool was comforting to hear. That was when you saw bubbles beginning to emerge from underneath the container, watching Jimmy come out from under the box. As he emerged from the water, you could see that he was in bad shape. He was struggling to stand up properly and he looked as if he was about to be sick.

“You ok Jimmy?” You called out, heading around to the side of the pool which was the closest to where he was stood. He seemed to stagger over to the edge of the pool, slumping up against the side with his head hanging over the edge. You raced around, calling for Tyler who shot out of the house, running over to Jimmy.

“Jimmy, talk to me. What happened?” You asked, worried about him. You heard him heave as if he was about to be sick, but luckily it was a false alarm.

“I just started to feel really sick under there, like the worst sort of sick feeling ever.” Jimmy replied, looking very ill. You frowned in sympathy.

“I’ve got the worst headache ever; my head is throbbing.” Jimmy mumbled, he seemed to be in a lot of pain. You grabbed him a water bottle from the side and handed it to him. He took it gratefully. Once he felt less ill, he finished an outro for the video, explaining that he hadn’t been able to complete the challenge. Once he was done, he asked for you to help him out of the pool. He grabbed your arm and used it to help pull himself out. He slowly climbed out and placed both feet on the ground, his legs feeling weak. You hooked his arm over your shoulder and helped him into the house, sitting him down on a dining room chair. He looked you in the eye and gave you a weak smile.

“(Y/N), don’t worry. I’m ok.” He tried to reassure you but failed simply because of the look on his face as he said it. He looked pained. You knew his head must be hurting him.

“Let’s get you home Jimmy. You need to rest.” You said soothingly, Jimmy hummed in agreement. At this point, Jake and Chandler had just arrived back with the GoPro. They both looked concerned as they walked in, but you put them at ease, quickly explaining the situation. They understood and helped you to get Jimmy up and into your car outside. Once you’d got Jimmy in, you climbed in yourself.

“Let us know how he is in the morning (Y/N).” Jake said with a concerned look, you agreed and nodded in confirmation while switching on the engine. You drove home quicker than usual that night, desperate to get Jimmy home before he was ill. Luckily you made it back to his apartment without a hitch. Once you were in your parking space, you helped him out of the car and up to his apartment, by this point he wasn’t feeling as weak anymore and was able to walk properly without shaking legs. Once you were inside, you got him stripped out of the wetsuit that he was still wearing and into some pyjamas to keep him warm before guiding him to bed. You tucked him under the covers and placed a glass of water that you had retrieved from the kitchen next to his bed. You went to stand up, but his hand shot out, grasping your wrist.

“Stay. Please.” He said sincerely, you could see that he didn’t want you to go.

“Do you want me to stay the night tonight?” You asked him, he nodded his head, shuffling over in bed to make room for you. You quickly stripped off your clothes and retrieved one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, slipping it over your head and sliding into bed next to him. You wrapped your arms around him from behind and snuggled into him. You felt him sigh, his breathing evening out. He quickly fell asleep. He had scared you today with this challenge, it was your worst nightmare for something to happen to Jimmy, but you were happy that it had ended well. He may have felt ill after, but he had you to look after him. Eventually, you could feel your eyelids becoming heavy, sleep threatening to overcome you. Before you fell asleep though, you looked Jimmy over one last time, a smile crossing your lips.

“Night Jimmy, I love you so much.” You murmured before you fell asleep for the night, happy in the knowledge that Jimmy was OK.

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Airplanes, Coffee and Deadlines 2/?

Felicity begins working at a national newspaper where she has always dreamed of working. On her first day, she meets a very interesting photojournalist. The two will eventually work together but sparks fly immediately. Also available on AO3.

Felicity spent her weekend organizing the new condo she was renting but truthfully she was excited to get back to work. She felt like she was doing the right thing. As she headed back to the newsroom on Monday with a smile on her face, she couldn’t lie to herself, she was looking forward to seeing Oliver.

She picked up two coffees on the way in. She wanted to thank him for being so welcoming. It’s what anyone would do, she told herself.

As Felicity approached Oliver’s desk she was sad to see it empty, with the monitor turned off. Maybe he just wasn’t in yet. She placed a coffee on his desk before heading to her own cubicle.

Felicity took a seat, booted up her laptop while listening for Oliver’s arrival. There was a quiet hum in the always active newsroom. The noise would steadily increase throughout the day as people worked gathering the news of the day. Felicity liked being here early. She began reading through emails and scanning news sites before her 9 am assignment meeting.

She had just finished checking Twitter when she heard a noise. She popped to see if Oliver was at his desk, she hoped his coffee wouldn’t be too cold. But no Oliver, just other staff arriving. Felicity locked her computer away, grabbed her phone and headed to her nine o’clock. She really hoped Oliver wasn’t sick.

~~~~~

The meeting focused on local news first, assignments were handed out in the major cities. Some of the stories were in the cities themselves, others involved travel to areas nearby. Felicity was assigned to a story in her city. She would be covering the City Hall Committee meeting on transit expansion. She began thinking of possible angles as they began to focus on international news.

Felicity followed the news over the weekend she heard about the suicide bombings in Afghanistan. She had breathed a sigh of relief knowing that John Diggle, whom she had just met, was home safe and sound.

“Queen flew out after the first bomb. He’s staying until things settle.”

What?! Oliver was in Afghanistan? Felicity hoped she kept her shock off her face. When she took a moment to think about it, of course, it made sense to send him to Afghanistan. He’d worked there off and on for years. Felicity bit her bottom lip. She just hoped he was safe.

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. She was glad she was given her assignment before she heard about Oliver.

As Felicity walked back to her desk, she watched pictures of the debris from the Kandahar bombings play across the TV screens. Yes, she cared, felt bad for the people when she saw this on the news before but now, now it felt she had skin in the game. She searched the faces of those around the debris for Oliver but he was not there.

“Hey, he’s fine. He just texted me.”

Felicity jumped. She had not heard John come up behind her.

“Oh, good. That’s good to hear. I mean, of course, he’s fine. It’s not like it’s his first trip to Afghanistan.” Felicity hoped she came off as cool, calm and collected.

“You’re right, Oliver has been there. He knows the area and he’s not going to do anything stupid but that doesn’t make it any less dangerous. He’s pretty confident there will be more bombs. I’m not saying this to scare you, Felicity. I just want you to know that it’s smart to be concerned. Oliver’s a smart guy. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.” John nodded before leaving Felicity in front of a bank of televisions.

Felicity took one last look at the news before heading back to start working on her story for the day.

~~~~~

Every day she came in hoping to see Oliver back at his desk. She heard updates at the assignment meetings and from John but nothing concrete. Felicity really didn’t understand why she cared so much. She’d only the met the guy once.

She thought about sending him an email but decided it would be too weird. She would just focus on her job and send positive thoughts his way.

~~~~~

Oliver had been in Afghanistan for three weeks, he was ready to go home. The suicide bombings had slowed, though he knew they were part of life here. It was disheartening as he knew soldiers who had fought and died hoping to bring peace to this part of the world.

While he’d photographed debris from many bombings, too many, in the past it still left him shaken. He hoped that would never change. After his first stint in Afghanistan, he began seeing the newspapers therapist, Dr. Caitlin Snow. She taught him some tools to help process the horrible events he witnessed. But they weren’t as effective as her therapy sessions. He knew he’d always have to live with the trauma he witnessed but thanks to Dr Snow, he knew he would be better once he processed fully what he had seen.

One of Oliver’s tactics was to remember the good in the world. In these situations, it was easy to only see the horror and grief. When he tried to focus on the good for some reason, his mind always went right to Felicity Smoak. He’d only met the new reporter once but there was just something about her. He hoped she was settling in okay.

Oliver’s phone buzzed. He smiled when he looked down to see a message from John.

John: Hey man, how you holding up?

Oliver: I’m okay, be a whole lot better once I get home

John: That happening soon?

Oliver: Hope so, if things stay clear for the next 24hrs

John: Good. You are missed.

Oliver: Wow. This fatherhood thing is really going to your head ;)

John: Not by me. Felicity asked

Oliver could not help but smile. So she noticed he was gone. He thought about sending her a message but they just met. Plus, he knew they’d say where he was in the assignment meetings.

Oliver: How’s she doing?

John: Impressed the hell out of Lance

Oliver: Not surprised

Oliver: She’s a journalist’s journalist

Oliver: In it to tell the story, knows the importance

John: Wow. How much time did you spend with her?

Oliver: Very funny.

Oliver: Talk to her, you’ll see

Oliver: She’s one of us

John: High praise, my friend

John: Stay safe

Oliver: Talk soon

Oliver decided to head out talk to some of is informants. His nightmares were getting worse he knew he needed to head home to deal with the trauma he witnessed. Hopefully, his informants could tell him the rumblings and if it would soon be possible to go home without leaving the story untold.

~~~~~

Felicity had just hit send on her story of the day when she heard a tap on cubicle looked up to see John Diggle. “Hey you,” she smiled then remembered, Oliver. “Any news?”

John didn’t even ask about what. “Oliver said he’d be home as soon as possible. Doesn’t enjoy the heat as much with me.” John chuckled. “I stopped by to see if you were free for dinner tomorrow night. Lyla and I are hosting one last dinner party. I’ll be doing the cooking, the cleaning and all but Lyla will be doing the talking. It would be nice if you could come.”

“Wow. Thank you for thinking of me. Yes, yes, definitely. “ Felicity nodded. She was invited to dinner with foreign correspondents, she bet they had stories.

“Great. I’ll send you our address, so you can come over after you file tomorrow. No worries, if you are running late. We will all understand.” John smiled knowingly.

~~~~~

“So you’ve met Deadline?” Lyla asked with a smile on her face.

“Yes! Oh, he’s so wonderful. I’ve always wanted a dog and Quentin,” Felicity looked across the table at her editor, “may have inspired me to get one.”

“I’ve always wanted a dog too but with Sara and another baby on the way, John rolls his eyes. Maybe you could share your’s?” Lyla gave her a conspiratorial wink.

“Maybe.” Felicity smiled. She felt so fortunate to have been invited to this dinner. She looked around the room where people from the newspaper were socializing. She couldn’t lie, she wished Oliver were here.

Felicity felt Lyla touch her hand.

“He’ll be back soon, Felicity.”

“I guess, you think I’m silly. I just met the guy. I just want him to be safe. I get why he’s in Afghanistan and how important his photos are in making the world aware. I just….” Felicity trailed off.

“Want him to be safe.” Lyla finished Felicity’s sentence. “I get that. More than anyone. I send our journalists all over the world to cover stories. Important stories that need to be covered. I know it’s important that they go, I know they want to be there to cover the story but it never stops me being concerned for their safety. I’m comforted in knowing that they are concerned for their own safety and I know they are taking all the necessary precautions. It gets easier the more times they go away and come back safely. Is this the first time you know someone who is in a dangerous area?”

Felicity nodded.

“It won’t be the last. But it will get a little easier. Do you have an interest in covering these types of stories? Before you answer, it’s okay if it's not your thing.”

“It’s my dream! I have always been obsessed with international news. I think we all need to be informed as to what is what happening in the world and having that story from the perspective of a fellow countryman provides added value.”

Lyla smiled. “I can see why Oliver spoke so highly of you.”

Felicity blushed. Oliver spoke highly of her? “Thank you. One day maybe you will call on me. I understand the danger like you say but I also understand the importance.”

~~~~~

Every day following the dinner at John and Lyla’s she hoped to see Oliver return. She buried herself in her work always wanting to tell the best story possible.

She admired the photos she saw coming in from Oliver. But sighed yet again when she saw his empty desk.

Finally, late one evening when was giving her story her last run through, a paper airplane land on her desk. She quickly jumped up to find Oliver behind her.

“I’m back.” He smiled. Man, she looked beautiful. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, her glasses had begun to slide down her nose but she was in a red blouse and black pencil skirt. How could he have forgotten how beautiful she was?

“You have a tan.” Felicity blubbered. Oliver was wearing worn jeans and a tight blue t-shirt that left little to the imagination. She was so so glad to see him back safely. She really didn’t know what to say. She was proud of herself for not telling him how she’d missed him terribly.

“I do.” Oliver smiled, then decided on a lark to just go with it. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“No,” Felicity responded automatically.

“No? Sorry, of course, you have a boyfriend or girlfriend. I should have asked, I didn’t think it through, you are….”

Felicity cut him off. “I didn’t mean no, no. Sorry, for that. I don’t have a boyfriend. I meant no for tonight. Tonight, I’m picking up my dog. So I can’t tonight. But I’d love to another time. I want to hear all about your trip.”

“Wow, Quentin is really rubbing off on you.” Oliver chuckled truly relieved she wasn’t turning him down.

“Haha.” Felicity felt the need to defend herself. “I’ve always wanted a dog but after seeing Deadline and knowing I could bring my dog to work helped me decide to take the leap. Plus, Lyla wants one too so she’s the aunt. Tonight’s the night I bring her home. But if you wanted to come with me…”

“I’ll drive.” Oliver beamed.

Felicity grabbed her bag and followed him out of the newsroom.

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Soulmates- Prologue part 2

Within the first week of Virgil’s fifth grade year there was the lesson on soulmates, delivered around the country at the same time. The teacher described it as “you and your soulmate will have a physical, emotional, and spiritual connection. Often times you may find yourself finding people who resemble your actual soulmate attractive. Each and every single human being has a different soulmark, and at birth they are catalogued so if certain people are having particular issues finding their soulmate, or for some other reason, they’ll have a place to start looking. As it is, any physical changes to your body they will experience. For you girls or drama students that means any makeup you wear can appear on their skin, any of you who doodle on yourselves may cause it to show up on their skin. If you get a cut or a scratch or break a bone… “Virgil subconsciously rubbed the spot on his arm where he remembered being in extreme anguish just a few years ago. “...they’ll feel you pain, though it won’t break their bone and it may not scratch them up. If something causes you to feel extreme emotions, they’ll be able to feel it too. It is most common, though exceptions aren’t uncommon, that when one soulmate dies, the other will as well. There have also been RARE cases where someone has more than one soulmate, though it is very rare.” All the other students were abuzz in the class and no one could stop fidgeting. Curiosity got the better of Virgil and he rolled up his sleeve to see the other’s had already started talking to each other.

Hi! My name is Pat! A light blue glitter pen wrote

Greetings Pat, I’m Ro! A dark red scrawl responded

Salutations both of you, I’m Logan. A standard dark blue pen

Wow! I didn’t think that this would work! Pat wrote.

So, who was the one that got hurt two years ago? Ro asked curiously

Oh that was me! I broke my arm climbing a tree to get my cat. Patton scribbled

Not to be rude or anything, but isn’t there supposed to be one more of us? Virgil watched as the one named Logan circled a spot on the bottom of where the symbols formed an almost diamond. He assumed it was in reference to him

Hi… Virgil...That’s all Virgil could muster in his purple pen before the prying eyes started to notice something odd about the shy new kid. Virgil shily rolled his sleeve back down, praying no one saw and that it would be ignored. But sadly he wasn’t so lucky. At recess that day some kids pulled him off the swing he was on and rolled up his sleeve

“Oh my gods! You have THREE soulmates?! Oh gods what a freak!!” Four kids gathered around him and started shoving him about, some even started hitting him. They didn’t even know his name yet! At the last second, one of the bullies jumped out of the way of catching him, causing him to fall and hit his head on the metal pole of the swings. Virgil’s vision went blurry for a moment and he struggled to stand up.

“P-please s-stop this.” He said barely above a whisper. One of the kids punched him and gave him a black eye. More fists would’ve followed, but the teacher called everyone inside to get back to class, and he walked over to her in a dizzy daze. It didn’t stop there. When the teacher wasn’t looking, the kids through paper balls at him with nasty messages written inside. Tears pricked at Virgil’s eyes but he refused to let them fall.

When he got home Miss Cici almost dropped the tray of medicine in her hands. “Oh my goodness! Virgil, what happened?!”

“S-some kids a-at school f-found out a-about my s-s-soulmates a-and th-they b-beat me u-up.” Virgil stuttered through tears. “Th-they p-pushed me around a-and made me fall a-and I h-hit my h-head on the p-pole for the s-swings. Th-then wh-when I asked them to st-stop one of them p-punched me.” Miss Cici wrapped her arms around the sobbing little boy.

“Okay Virgil, come with me into the kitchen, I don’t like that stutter one bit. It my mean you have a concussion.” She steered Virgil into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair and got to work tending to his injuries. She did a small concussion test and concluded he needed to see a doctor as soon as possible. Miss Cici, told Aunt Mabel that she was going to go run a few errands and she was going to bring Virgil with her to help out.

At the hospital it was confirmed that Virgil did indeed have a concussion and they weren’t sure how long the stuttering would last. They told Miss Cici to keep a close eye on him and to just give his brain time to recover. They gave him some pain medicine and sent him home. Miss Cici called her boss and told them that she’d be spending a few nights at the house to help the little boy with a concussion and that they could still clock her out at the regular time. When she finished that Miss Cici called the school to inform them of what happened. They said that they’d have the teacher collect notes and assignments for him for when he got better and that when he got back, they’d ask him about the students so that they could properly be punished.

Virgil spent three weeks at home doing almost nothing and he hated it. He felt so fidgety but Miss Cici wouldn’t let him do much of anything. She took good care of him though and he recovered half way through, but she wanted to make ABSOLUTELY sure. Virgil appreciated the break, but still had a mild stutter he didn’t want others to know about, so when he went back to school he avoided talking as much as he could. He drew out very detailed sketches of the kids that had started the bullying and they were suspended from school, but by then it was too late and the other kids started bullying him. Virgil worked hard to avoid them. Now at recess he sat near the teachers and read. In the cafeteria he sat as far from everyone else as he could. He spent his free time drawing and painting like he used to do with his mother.

He often looked at the photos of his mothers in the lockets. He wished so badly that he could talk to them. He ended up painting portraits of them which he showed to Aunt Mabel, which almost made her cry. She said they were lovely and hung them up above the fireplace on either side of a portrait of a young her and a man who must’ve been Uncle William. They all looked so happy. Virgil wondered if Aunt Mabel had just made empty threats, that she did really care about him, but was just scared of losing someone else she loved. He wondered if that’s why she always drank, but Virgil didn’t dare to ask.

Author’s Note: Thank y’all SO MUCH for the positive feed back, in less than 24hrs on my simple little story! Oh my lord it made me cry when I woke up to find even a few people who liked the story, I was SO happy! especially since I’m doing almost no editing at all (literally just fixing spelling mistakes and any grammar mistakes I spot)! I am so happy! Thank y’all a TON! I promise, I’ll have not prologue up soon

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Post South Downs Way 100 - Hitting The Wall.

So who thinks that running a 69 mile ultra loop North the week after a sub 24hr 100 miler is a good idea? Anyone? No. Thought not. Well I thought is WAS a good idea because I’m training for a 184 mile multi dayer in August. And I stand by my decision on this one, because I had a lovely time.

The Wall is Rat Race’s only true one day running ultra. It starts in Carlisle and follows the route of Hadrians Wall for 69 miles through to Newcastle. The race is routed mainly along roads, with some trails thrown in, and is relatively flat - which for me is the challenge - road and flat are not my thang when it comes to ultras. I get confused and don’t know when to walk and eat my cheese sandwiches. However, it’s a part of the world I haven’t ever been to and I do like a run, so off I went, staying in Carlisle’s most depressing hotel the night before, to run The Wall.

GLADIATORS READY! THE START OF THE WALL 2018

Registration is the day before, so after registering and assembling some Do-Badders for dinner and drinks, I got my head down and set my alarm for 5.30 the next morning. The race starts at 7am, with a briefing outside the castle at 6.45. In a nice change from the last few weeks the day was overcast as opposed to hotter than the sun, and as we started to run it started drizzling. Nice, I thought. Just a bit of drizzle, I thought. Glad I didn’t put my sun cream on, I thought.

The first few miles are less than inspiring TBH. The grey roads of Carlisle take you past the airport and lots of fences, but no wall. I was very tired (I WONDER WHY?!) and at one point I felt like I was falling asleep at the wheel, but a bit of caffeine and a change of scene to some lovely villages and I started to feel better. My plan was to run a bit with Lorna, who paced me so well at the SDW100 the week before, but after 2 miles of 9.30 min miles, I was done and off she went. So I was alone for a while, chatting to people every so often, struggling to understand thick Geordie accents and genuinely feeling like a racist when I had to ask people to repeat themselves.

BIT OF ROAD THAT IS NOT ROAD. NO WALL.

The first Pit Stop was at Lanercost - about 12 miles in. I still hadn’t hit my stride at this point and honestly don't remember much about that Pitstop, apart from seeing my support crew and necking 2 DELICIOUS tuna rolls. The aid stations on this race are fucking mega. I could have stayed at this one for at least 3 days eating myself into a coma. All the snacks. About a mile out of the pit stops, I met a lovely man called Dave. Dave was my new running pal whether he liked it or not, and we ran together for a good 20 miles chatting about stuff and life and about how otters ACTUALLY have pockets (they do - look it up). All the important stuff. The weather was pretty OK at this point - windy and on and off rain, but as we trotted on to the second Pit Stop at Cawfields (27 miles in) the heavens properly opened. This was not the last time this would happen today. Cawfields had the added bonus of all the hot drinks and loads of crisps and fruit. And peoples drop bags laid out on the field like tiny mouse body bags. Weird. I was having the best picnic ever and I actually had started to feel pretty good. We’d seen a bit of wall. Everything was nice. I insulted some other runners by accident and then left in search of Pit Stop 3 - Hexham - where I was meeting my long suffering boyfriend who was coming out to trot through the Dark side of Newcastle with me.

This was probably my favourite stretch of the route, with the most trail. It was truly beautiful and there were huge chunks of wall and history to be looked at and chatted about. The people on this race are wonderful. I met a lot of very nice, very funny men. I didn’t meet very many women. As usual. At the 40 mile mark I texted my crew to say I was about an hour away from Hexham and took off my waterproof. BIG MISTAKE. I knew it was a mistake. As I started up the hill towards Hexham a storm of epic proportions started to appear over the horizon. It’ll be fine I thought. It wasn’t fine.

It PELTED it down, it was literally like having buckets of water thrown over me. I had my Rat Race smock on, but even if I’d had a full on PVC body suit it wouldn’t have changed anything. I ran across an open field to the shelter of some trees where there were a few other bedraggled Rat Racers looking sad under the tress. It was windy and cold and I was SOAKED. I had a drop bag at Hexham but progress was slow as it was pretty hilly and the rain wasn’t helping, making the trail slippery - and we were all wearing road shoes.

PISSING RAIN. THESE GUYS HAVE THE RIGHT IDEA.

After about half an hour the rain started to stop - too late though - everything soaked. The sun started to make an appearance as I trotted into Hexham to my boyfriend, all dry and clean and fresh-legged. Fucking annoying. Straight into the tent of joy where there was literally a party happening. A couple of lovely people lent me towels and I changed my socks, and top, grabbed 17 packets of scampi fries and ate the most delicious chilli on earth. I heard reports that some people stayed at Hexham for well over an hour, No surprise, I could happily have lived there for the whole weekend. Best Aid Station of any event I have ever done. I bumped into my pal Spike who was taking numbers as people had come in - the trackers had stopped working. If you track my number now you will see that apparently I am still at Cawfields. Quick chat with handsome Pete Rees and me and Julius were off again. I had slightly started to lose my sense of humour - I was tired and there was still a good 20 ish miles to go but apparently it’s “all down hill from Hexham” (That’s a lie)

NEWCASTLE IS ALLEGEDLY SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW.

About 2-3 miles into the last ish leg and the sun came out with a vengeance - it was like a totally different day. We ran through beautiful countryside and villages where people had set up home made stalls serving fruit and water - people can be so lovely. We ran past and under rainbows and it was beautiful. I was still tired, I was taking a lot of caffiene and I had started to feel a little pain in my shins. Painkillers down my gullet and we made it to the final aid station at Newburn.

SAME DAY, TOTALLY DIFFERENT DAY.

Quick turnaround, coffee, cake and encouragement for our new friend Rupert, and the final leg was upon us. I got in an Ultra Mood at one point - poor Julius - it wasn’t helped by the approach to Newcastle where a load of local hoodies were sat smashing glass and punching each other. Lovely Newcastle. I spent a few miles being quiet, until finally I could see the bridge and I knew I was there. As I ran towards the line, there was Spike with my can of Brewdog - I crossed the line and opened it and I was done. 15 hours, 23 mins and 48 seconds. I’ll take that for a 69 miler post SDW100. It would have been a sub 24 if it was 100 - YAY ME I AM AWESOME.

CLASSIC BAILEY FINISH. “I ONLY POPPED TO THE SHOPS FOR A BEER....”

The facilities at the end are AMAZING. A lovely little yacht club with a subsidised bar, hot food, showers and even a sleep room. We sat and drank and chatted to our friends, old and new, and I waited for a few Do-Badders to come in and congratulated them all. It had been a GREAT day, but one that I wish I had been able to do on fresh legs.

This is a brilliant event for all runners. for beginners, it’s an excellent first foray into ultra’s with amazing support and organisation, and a good course for people wanting to smash out a PB. Road racing is hard, but ultra road racing is even harder. My ankles were swollen and my shins were sore but I had beer in my hand and a nice bed to sleep in. Which is good because 2 days later I was test pilot for the brand new Rat Race even Subterranean Snowdon. That blog is going soooooon!

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boogaloo for my cousin, @hogushikaikan, who wanted majimako, spring of ‘89, and he’s fucking crying as he sings 24hr Cinderella

and because she’s my cousin and i love her, we’re throwing the nameless doctor under the bus so hard the car two blocks down is going to be charged for vehicular manslaughter

valentine’s day boogaloo - guidelines - ko-fi

Makoto huffed, drawing her light blouse around her to the damp but comforting spring chill. The sun was shining proudly after being hidden for so long, beating warm against everything else. Warm, happy, bright, all the things that Makoto was not.

At least, not at this moment.

All of Tateyama's attempts as of late had become...pushy, to the point where she couldn't tell if it was arrogance or desperation. Both were equally bad, but not knowing what was in his head meant she didn't know how to combat it. She wouldn't accept it if she didn't know, and she can't let someone down gently without catching them in the first place.

So, in this case, she excused herself from the table, the cafe, the date in general. Maybe it was a bit blunt, or bold, but despite the fact that Tateyama should have known, or guessed, that if she had been psychogenically blind that there might have been something to that that would wind up in her uncomfortable about the topic of having children and raising a family. Especially when they had been dating for what—no, wait. She wouldn't call it dating. A couple of dates was not dating. There was a stark difference, and Makoto was about to draw the line in the sand behind her and not look back.

But don't you think we ought to be together? But what if...people want us to be together? But I want to be together, won't you give it a try?

Her eyes squeezed shut, which didn't deter her pace any. But I love you! Too far, too fast, too strong. Again, she was unable to tell if it was arrogance or desperation. At this point it didn't matter. She needed to breathe, away from him, because recently it seemed the only thing she was seeing was him. That's not what she regained her eyesight for.

She had to admit, she almost went for it. Almost. Something was holding her back, but that something almost wasn't strong enough. She had lost everything within the course of a few, bitter days. If she was being kind to herself, of course she wanted to be with someone. Anyone. Even Tateyama. But for a moment that cloud of wants cleared for just a moment, chased away by the springtime sun and she realized her gut had been twisted since Tateyama started taking her on dates. Walk. And keep walking until the gut untwisted.

Kamurocho. Her feet took her to Kamurocho. To be more precise, they took her past the homeless village and then into Kamurocho. Strange that this is what her eyes wanted to see more than the face of her date. Glaring neon that battled the sun advertising girls, girls, girls surrounded the less-than-savory types populating the streets. It hadn't been two weeks ago now that she and her surgeon had been accosted in broad daylight, right here in this district. Now Makoto was alone, it was around the same time of day—all the same she didn't care.

She wandered. Part of her almost wanted to shop just to have something to do—god knows she had the money to spare now at the very least. But ultimately she just...wandered. Makoto found herself retracing steps she had taken a few months before, half-blind at night. Past the thundering roar of pachinko parlors, past the storefront criers, the advertising jingles, past all of that. Her eyes took it in with the sounds, mesmerized like it was meditative. Had it been later in the day she knew that the streets would fill with so many more bodies and sounds, music, voices.

It shocked her, then, that passing by the small karaoke bar that she heard music. It was spring, the door was open—but that someone was inside and singing, and what sounded like singing alone, that made her pause first. It would've been fairly to easy to keep walking despite the anomaly, but the voice drew her in until she was standing just to the side of the door, listening.

The voice was thick in multiple ways. Thick, because it clearly held an accent she hadn't heard since December. Thick, like he was singing past something in his throat. Thick, because occasionally his voice cracked against his will. Thick to her ears because it sounded familiar.

He cut his own line off with a choke and a grunt of frustration, barely managing to crawl back before the next line started. The man was crying but kept singing anyways. Makoto, unnerved by how familiar the voice sounded, tried to focus on the lyrics.

The days we cannot meet, separated far apart

We'll wish upon a star and meet in our dreams...

The song was happy, but the lyrics felt like she had swallowed ice cubes whole. Maybe it was the voice to go with it. She pressed her hands flat against the building with her body, trying to control her breathing as somehow the man finished the song and the music died out and nothing came from the karaoke bar. It seemed like she had almost dreamt it, some bizarre happenstance of a man with a familiar voice crying his way through a karaoke song in the middle of the day. Didn't even sound like he was drunk, either. Then again, it was possible to reach a point of sadness where it felt like being in a drunken stupor, alcohol or no.

A shadow moved in the reflection of the open door and she sucked in a breath, tensing. A man stepped out—quite possibly the one who had been singing. She'd like to think so, because Kamurocho didn't really attract noontime karaoke singers in the middle of the week. Then again, he looked like someone who could force a business to open if he wanted to use it. Makoto shrank to flatten herself against the building, stabbed with fear and intrigue all at once.

The man with the sad eye.

His blindside was facing her, but he took a little pause to gather himself and light a cigarette in front of the establishment. As if she needed to stare more to assure herself. Makoto tried to crane her neck, taking advantage of his blindness to try and peek into the bar to see if he had been the only one in there. There was no way she was able to see far enough, and she flinched when he sniffed and turned to leave. Fortunately for her, unfortunately for him, he put his back to her. If it was him singing, and if he did have that voice that was so familiar, with the sad eye, where the other one was most likely destroyed...

Makoto didn't even need a second to gather her courage as she began to tail him. Not so far away that it was unnoticeable, but not so close that she was chasing him. Her eyes were suddenly bright and focused, watching the snakeskin gleam on his shoulders. If she could just catch him at a store, or maybe running into someone he knew, just something so she could hear his normal talking voice, just to see, because now the suspicions were stacked up so far she couldn't pretend to ignore them like she had been before.

It wasn't long before he started making some odd turns. Meandering, aimless, but his head was held high like he understood what he was doing. He didn't slow in front of storefronts to browse nor did he give the criers any bait to bite at. Yet he did not seem to have a destination, much as he pretended to. At first Makoto was confused, but the second she realized what he was doing was the second he turned on his heel, snatched her wrist, and pulled her into a grim, abandoned alley.

His lips were curled, baring his long teeth like a snarling dog. The remnants of the cigarette he had tossed somewhere along the way blew into her face and her nose scrunched as her eyes moved from his mouth to his eye. It was wide, wild, almost akin to when he had slammed his fists into the would-be assaulters. The shock on her face did not last long—shock did not equate to fear—and her eyes darkened, meeting his eye without torment or issue. Of course the possibility had crossed her mind that she could be making a mistake, but even if he wasn't the man she hoped he was he was at least someone that had saved her in the not-too distant past. Then again, there was a place for the unpredictable in the underbelly of the city. Makoto curled her fingers into fists, nails biting into the flesh of her palms.

At the same time her expression changed his did too. Bared teeth fell into a startled frown as his eye blinked several times, wide for a moment before it fell into that same sort of resigned sorrow she had seen before. The only that didn't change was the firm grip he had on her wrist. She knew he wouldn't open his mouth to lecture her, even though he looked like he wanted to tell her off, get rid of her, something akin to that.

“Well?” she huffed, challenging him, “Are you going to say something or let me go?”

His lip curled again but in a different, much more painful manner before he struggled to regain himself and put on a more frightening face. At this point she knew it was a mask and she pushed away from the alley wall he had shoved her against to assert herself into his space.

Her watch went off.

The melody was muffled in his hand. Makoto would've thought nothing of it other than a simple distraction had he not jerked in shock and horror, slipping his hand until he was barely holding her wrist with his suddenly frightened and dainty fingers. Like she was poison.

With her instincts flaring and raging she was about to start hounding him until she was free, but. But. Each passing second of the melody brought more and more fear on his face until, if it weren't for the fact that he was standing over her, she could almost call it cowering. Makoto blinked. She had found the watch buried in the Empty Lot, not that far away from the alley they were in now. No one alive except for her recognized the melody—no one except, perhaps, the person who had buried it in the first place. The sad-eyed man's reaction was that of someone who didn't expect to hear that melody ever again.

Curious, Makoto lifted her wrist. He let it slip between his fingers. Before he could jerk his hand back in a retreat she caught it within hers, stopping him. If there was ever a face that could express panic perfectly, his was it. The calmer she became the worse it seemed for him. Makoto breathed, staring at his eye, studying.

Relief washed through her.

“I knew it...,” she breathed. A spasm went through him like he was both elated and horrified. Makoto smiled, “Thief...,”

Confusion struck his face, staying until the memory flooded back and he winced. He shook his head, more than necessary, jamming a few fingers into his one good eye. Sniffing, trying to bury it, he righted himself, straightened his back, and though he was now gazing at her in adoration he was thoroughly seeped with sorrow. His voice—now that she finally, finally heard it, was soft, regretful, dark—like so many times it had been before.

“This ain't yer world...,” he protested. Makoto didn't break his gaze.

“Nothing is,” she answered.

His shoulders relaxed as he gazed at her longer and longer. Several times he had opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“I don't need to know your name,” Makoto tried to comfort him, “I don't. So long as, as you know...,”

He swallowed hard, becoming stiff as her hands traveled up to slide along his long face, fingers curling around his ears to pull him closer to her height.

“I don't want you to be sad,” she whispered to him, “I just want you to know. I don't want you to be sad,”

“Then I won't be,” he answered, blunt. Makoto smiled wryly, pushing her nose against him to tell him she couldn't take that as an answer. Too many loopholes.

Then it came. Not his name but hers, spilling out his lips so much she was in awe he didn't stutter or stumble over them. Then he started to whisper it in between kisses that she initiated, against her lips, forehead, the bridge of her nose, cheeks, neck—to which she emitted an ever so slightly embarrassing squeak that made her face turn red and his eyebrows raise.

“I-It's chilly out,” she panted as an excuse, “Do you...know any place, ah...warmer?”

A hard kiss to her temple and he took her hand in his, squeezing it for security as much as for comfort. She followed his hand as she had before, happy, at peace, and excited all in one.

#majimako #valentine's day boogaloo #majima goro #makoto makimura #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #I GOTTA RUSH TO WORK NOW FUCK ASDLFKJD

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