#its a little hard to focus because like once i caught myself zoned out thinking about it

[buwheal]

Idk if ill be able to do asks this week,, im really busy :bwomp: but next week ill probably be on it since i have break. :-)

also forgot to add but i wont really be active because ive got a shitload of work for no reason,, and you know what? I love to make bad decisions so ill be doing those for way longer than i need to. /nsrs

#the spamton fever is crazy you have no idea the paragraphs I’ve written about #the puppetification specifically #and like the symptoms and what came first #losing my mind #its a little hard to focus because like once i caught myself zoned out thinking about it #WHAT #LIKE WHAT #WHY NOW #plllleeeeeaaasssse leave me alone you bastard /j

[matthewbeilschmidts]

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted but I’m so glad that I am :’)

This is for Day 1: of @prucanweek - Ordinary

Apologies for spelling errors, it’s a little short but I hope you enjoy 😭💞

-

Matthew doesn’t mind that he’s living an ordinary life. Really.

He grows up near the coast, two parents, a fraternal twin brother, and their gangly hairless cat, Tony (picked curtesy of Alfred). Their parents take them everywhere they can during their childhood, the beach, museums, sports game. They focus on their interests, figuring out what the two like and dislike, as they encourage them both to be themselves and do what they love no matter what. Alfred debates between whether he likes wrestling or football more, while Matthew settles into hockey. In between family get togethers, community festivals, and endless sports training, they somehow have time for homework. (The two share answers a lot.)

He and Alfred each have their own rooms when they enter their teen years, a space to decorate and fill with their own mementos and awards. The sports continue, but later their parents find themselves a little bit busier than before. They do though, give them as much time as they can during the school year, never wanting them to go without someone by their side.

Matthew fades into the background a little bit as they get older, while Alfred puts himself front and center. Matthew watches once with a hand over his eyes as Alfred auditions for the school musical, and surprisingly he read and sings the lines well. “It’s always the rowdy ones!” their theater teachers says after he’s finished performing, a mix of anticipation from planning on putting Alfred on stage and dread at the thought of having to manage him.

Matthew silently supports him, after all he has his own things to do.

He’s the co-caption of the hockey team, the coach giving him the position to give him a little more of a voice, and his teammates verbally agree, considering on the ice Matthew has a lot more to show than he does in person. He accepts, albeit hesitantly.

By the time graduation comes by, Matthew can barely believe how the time has passed. His team even wins a championship under his watch. Some of his fellow classmates look so ready to go out and experience the world, and it’s scary to him because weren’t they all going at the same pace?

His parents talk him through picking his college of choice, and he decides to go. He needs to do what everyone does and experience the world.

And if he decides he wants to come home, that’s okay because at least he tries.

-

He’s in his first art class during his third year at university. The time has been going well, he’s got pretty decent grades and has managed to join a few clubs. But he’s not done yet. Extra curriculars, can’t finish without them. He prioritizes his general education first, and even slips himself into a few major classes early on, but humanities is on record now and has to be completed no matter what one’s studying.

He can get through one semester, he hopes.

Next to him, a student is snickering and the professor doesn’t look amused.

“Gilbert.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“If you’re done, I can introduce myself now.”

The professor goes in with complete, in-depth introductory slides with her name and credentials, and a briefing of all they will overcome this semester.

He’s never been an artist, at least not one that picks up a pencil and creates a realistic masterpiece with nothing but that and a pad of paper. Maybe some poetry contests in high school, if that counts. The written word has its own impact, its own set of colors to breathe out for the world to see.

There’s another snicker, interrupting his internal monologue.

He doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know the student, and it’s not his place to control others. But, if it starts to hinder the class, maybe he’ll tell him something. He’s paying to be there, too.

The man catches him staring.

“Yes?” he asks Matthew without being spoken to in the first place.

“Oh,” Matthew flushes at being caught, not that he was trying to hide it anyway. “Well, she didn’t say anything funny?”

The guys waves a hand, making a “psssh” noise as he does.

“I’m just laughing because of how formal this all is. She won’t be this dignified later in the semester that’s for sure. She’ll be ripping her hair out.”

Matthew glances back, he doesn’t want to say anyone looks mean but, he would believe it if she was.

“You look scared,” the guy laughs, which is rude because isn’t he the one that just put the thought in Matthew’s mind? “She’s not too mean just a sticker to the rules. Will get real pissy if something doesn’t go right.”

“And you still set her off knowing that?”

The man laughs again, but this time around he’s actually trying to contain it behind the thin art easel. He’s not very hidden.

“She’s my cousin’s wife.”

Ah, that makes sense then? Messing with family is normal, but also he shouldn’t be bothering her at work.

“It’s no wonder you seemed casual.”

“She taught both of the lower division figure drawing classes, too. This is my third semester in her class. She’s the only one teaching this specific class I didn’t have too much of a choice.”

“Art major?”

“Yep! And you?”

“Psychology major. I have to get in some cultural classes.”

“Ever taken art?”

“Actually no, not even in high school. I got through that stuff by working backstage in the theater department.”

“Well not to worry my friend, because you picked the best one.”

“Is it easy to pass?”

“Nope. Well, maybe if she likes your work,” Matthew deflates at the blunt response, “but don’t worry because I’m here to be your guide.”

Matthew perks up, but it takes him a moment. This guy’s gonna help him?

“Are you any good?”

“Am I good?” He looks perplexed Matthew would even ask. Matthew has to cover his own amusement. “I may not look it but charcoal and I go way back. I’ll show you my work later as proof.”

“Deal.”

“Gilbert, since you’re adamant on talking, you can be the first to introduce yourself.”

Even if his name wasn’t said, Matthew feels just as guilty. Caught, for talking on the first day of all things.

“Gilbert Beilshcmidt. Fourth year. I’m an art major and my favorite breakfast food is pancakes.”

Matthew looks surprised that he was paying attention, even to the last addition of their introduction. Matthew’s not sure he would have known considering he was distracted.

-

And so their friendship starts.

-

Gilbert sits next to him again. And again.

Where ever Matthew sits in the art room, Gilbert follows not too long after.

Some days they take the sitting desks, some they stand and lean against the stools.

And despite not even talking much, Gilbert treats him like a friend.

-

“Do you have any plans this afternoon?”

“Nope, this was my last class.”

“Do you want to get some coffee and work on our sketch books.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

-

Matthew finds himself meeting Gilbert in his downtime. Every Thursday after drawing for three hours becomes the day they meet. At first, all they do is draw, little more.

Gilbert is animated in all moments, but he has short spurts where he focuses exceptionally on his work. Matthew is no art critic, but he thinks Gilbert expresses himself quite well on paper. Graphite, charcoal, and pastels, all the utensils glide easily without a single stroke missing its mark.

Watercolor though, could use some work, which actually happens to be Matthew’s favorite. Even if the intention is to guide the colors with a brush, it’s okay for them to take a life of their own spreading across the thick paper.

They share snacks, art supplies, and their time.

Gilbert proves himself very useful as he promised. Matthew though never planning to be the next Van Gogh, has to pass this class. And it would be nice to pass it with flying colors, but some concepts are harder to grasp than others.

It’s obvious to tell he’s a beginner, while Gilbert excels. Matthew finds out he only now needs the intro class since it’s the first semester it became a requirement.

Gilbert helps him find the shapes he’s comfortable with, explains the processing for hatching and how it relates to shading. And while he’s no expert, he sees a subtle improvement over the next few weeks that makes some pride swell within himself.

-

“Do you want to come with me and my friends to this cool bar for dinner on Friday?” Gilbert asks about a month into the semester.

It’s the first time Gilbert and him will have spent time off campus.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

-

Gilbert’s friends are just as animated as he, it’s almost hard to keep up. Overwhelming as they are, they’re extremely welcoming. Matthew eases into the atmosphere, joining in when he can but mostly pleased to be out and doing something different.

He’s made friends during his time, but like him they’re a little more reserved and pick quieter places on the town.

It’s fun. And he wants to go out again.

Matthew invites Gilbert and his friends to watch his next hockey game.

After their shock in finding out he plays such a violent sport, they’re all agreeing and planning to find the best seats in the arena.

-

“Are you serious. Are you hiding muscles under that red sweater?”

Gilbert pokes at him, it tickles when he gets closer to his biceps, but he knows he’s only teasing.

“You think I’m playing but I’m serious! You should have been there, well you were there. On the stands, I mean. We all screamed after you sent that player flying against the wall.”

Gilbert recreates the motions, but only slams himself into the wall and whines after he bounces back. He then plays it off like it doesn’t hurt. Gilbert’s not a very good actor.

People tell him it’s so much different watching him on the ice, but it’s still him. He’s always wondered how much different, he feels like himself. He just knows he goes into the zone when he’s in his gear. He just wants to win. And he will.

“It’s like night day,” Gilbert continues. “You were ready to kill a man down there.”

“You’re not the first to say that. I guess maybe, I could be a little more out there in real life, huh?”

Gilbert stops walking.

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“You’re perfectly fine the way you are. I like the way you are, so don’t go change. I don’t want to be at risk of dying during art class.”

And as silly as it sounds, he’s pleased. He likes Gilbert a whole lot, too. Just the way he is.

-

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Matthew takes the initiative.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just you and me. I want to take you out.”

“Like you did to that guy on the court,” Gilbert laughs nervously.

“On a date. Gilbert, would you like go out with me?”

He says yes.

Later that evening when he’s heading home, Gilbert starts running through the courtyard cheering that “I have a date with the cutest guy I’ve ever met!”

Matthew’s window is open, he’s face is bright red and he slams head first into his pillow. He needs to plan the best first date ever.

-

Three months into dating, he’s finally heading home again for a school break. He wants to take Gilbert with him, who is waiting for the next major holiday to go back home. But isn’t it too soon? They haven’t been dating that long, after all.

But Gilbert surprises him, and jokingly says he wants to go with him because he’ll miss him too much while he’s gone. And then, Matthew asks if he seriously wants to go.

“I do.”

So they ride the 3 hours train down to Matthew’s childhood home. He’s a little bit nervous, because he’s had dates to school dances, and brought friends over, but this is entirely different. This is someone he wants to take a serious step with, even if the time hasn’t been that long. They’ll never get anywhere if they don’t, so they’ll both take the leap and pray it works out.

“Mom, dad, Alfred, this is Gilbert.”

It’s the most timid Matthew’s ever seen him.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Matthew’s boyfriend.”

After he shakes all their hands, he takes his hand back to link pinkies with Matthew.

There’s not an once of regret in his mind as the long weekend passes.

-

Gilbert graduates the next year, and the year after it’s his turn. They’re going to move in with each other. Gilbert really has no irresistible urge to go back to his home town, satisfied with just visiting a few times a year. And Matthew thinks he would like to go back closer, just to figure out his next move. So, they go together.

It’s only a one bedroom, but is more than enough space for them both. Gilbert finds work as a docent while Matthew works for a second degree in education.

He still plays hockey for a local league, Gilbert becoming their number one fan. They find their own rhythm, a pace that works for them both, where they can settle down or speed up when they agree with each other. Dewey mornings, warm summers, chilly evenings they spend them altogether.

They decide move up North closer to Gilbert’s hometown. Matthew’s more nervous meeting his grandparents than he was introducing Gilbert to his own family, but Gilbert assures him again and again they’re just a stuffy old family who actually really care about each other a lot more than they let off.

Gilbert’s grandfather towers over him, despite being a hair above 6 feet. He’s silent, eyes boring into Matthew as he introduces himself. And to end all of Matthew’s worries, the elder man pulls Matthew into a hug and tells him he’s glad him and Gilbert are home. Gilbert, just as perplexed as he, stares, but he melts into a pleased laugh.

Yeah, this is his and Gilbert’s home now.

-

They stay, for a long while, contemplate moving a few times, but they’re satisfied for now.

Gilbert and him always make time for each other, continue their own respective interests with complete support of the other. They’re never afraid to complain, because they always work through it rather then let it simmer.

Gilbert’s vivacious spirit keep them going, and Matthew’s heart keeps them grounded.

His life at first seem a little bit ordinary, but how can he complain when the pieces of the puzzle fit themselves in and stayed locked in tight.

#hetalia #prucan #prucanweek #APH Prussia #APH Canada #.txt post #I forgot all my writing tags #will fix later HAHA

[sashayaweh]

Sam and Bucky dance to this song after having to take refuge in a safe house during a particularly high stakes mission. Theres a record player and Sam makes this necessary senior citizen taunts when he catches Bucky's frequent glances towards where it sits on the wooden shelf. Eventually, Sam walls over to fiddle with it because Bucky insists on faking disinterest, but Sam really wants to see him being not-so-boring for once. It was rare to see the other man take interests in his surroundings, barring the hyperawareness that he had for every environment he found himself in.

Sam could almost imagine Bucky's robo-brain whirring to calculate all the exits, people, and vantage points for any possible threat. He never seemed to fully relax. Even sitting in a chair, he sat stiffly as if he was ready to leap out at at any moment. Sam could understand. He wasn't brainwashed and weaponized for 70 years, sure. But he has seen war and death. Things he'd rather forget. And he's felt fear. The initial fear of the thousand foot free falls, the fear of the police and the banks, and the fear of losing himself in it all. So, Sam gets the mental burden and understands how hard it is to leave once you're in.

So, he fiddles with the record player and pretends not to know how to work it. There's no other records visible, but luckily one is still in place. Bucky would eventually get irritated and put everything into place because he knows what Sam is doing. And he knows that Sam knows. Because Sam knows everything. Bucky assumes this from the amount of time the other man spends talking. So, he puts the record on like old times and ignores the lump trying to force its way up and the memories that resurface. Steve-

"You're lucky, man. Etta James, and a classic at that, talk about a two for one. Looks like our luck it starting to turn around, CP30," Sam smile toothily and Bucky wants to do do something to that gap in his teeth. He doesn't quite know what that is yet. Maybe punch it because Sam knows he doesn't understand that obvious reference. But Sam's smile soften to a close, and the corners curl at the edges as his head begins to sway with the notes. Like silk curtains, his eyes slip close in simple pleasure as if he was settling himself into the music.

Bucky watches and feels awkward. At some point, in the past, he would know what to do in the situation. He would know what to do with the violins and the soulful tones curling words of longing into the air. And tired fulfillment. Maybe, he would know what to do with Sam but he doubts it. Or at least how to...be himself. Maybe then they wouldn't argue for once. Sam opens his eyes and looks over to see Bucky who stood, stone faced and deep in thought. The focus of his hooded stare was intense and Sam scoffed. The other man was being broody again.

"Are you even listening to the music or did you zone out again?" He shifts, slightly elbowing his companion and Bucky blinks, his thoughts shifting back to the present.

"You started talking, I couldn't help myself," Bucky quips and Sam let's out a soft scoft that becomes a short laugh. Bucky feels his own lips twitch.

"You gotta relax, man. You could beat a piñata with the stick you have up your ass," Sam shakes his head. That wide tooth smile is back but this time its less cocky and a little more warm. Bucky rolls his eyes and looks away. He does that a lot. At least he understood the reference this time.

Sam sighs and stops the music. He replaces the needle at the original point and let's it go. After a few seconds of crackling silence, the song fills the room again. Sam slaps the back of his hand gently against Bucky's chest and steps back with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Wanna dance, old man?"

Bucky gently freezes in shock but Sam catches it because he expected it, really. Its why he asked in the first place. He wants to shake up that tightly wound exposure that Bucky has at all times. And he was bored. Bucky was not a talkative person and their current predicament left them without many sources for entertainment. It'd been hours since they arrived, yet Sam was feeling the time pass under his skin like an itch. He was exhausted and body weary, but it was better to stay awake so he could orient to the new time zone. As a result, he couldn't help but pester the other man.

"No."

Sam just kept looking at him. His gaze was sleepy, but a twinkle of the earlier mischief still shined through. Similarly, his skin reflected the warmth of the sun as it clung to the early evening and seeped through the windows. It was lucky that they got to be above ground this time.

The staring lasted a long moment. Like it always did. Then Sam shrugged.

"I know dancing may not be a particular talent of yours-" but before he could finish, Bucky was in his space and the rest of Sam's sentenced disappeared with some of his bravado. Bucky was fast and his sudden closeness wasn't expected given the man's reservations a second ago. The sudden adrenaline that had sparked through Sam's started to fade too. He wasn't scared of his companion, but the man's behavior was largely still a mystery to Sam which meant that sometimes he was caught off-guard.

Bucky raised his right hand out, brow arched expectantly, and Sam took it with caution. The man's other hand rose to hover a few inches above Sam's hip, and it took a few moments before he realized Bucky was waiting for permission. His cheeks warmed and he hoped his complexion made it less obvious. He gently guided the metal hand until Bucky settled it on the jut of his hip, the surface cool and smooth under his soft hold.

"Aren't you a gentleman? Thats that old-school chivalry," Sam teased. Bucky pulled their bodies closer and smirked wryly.

"I aim to please." A new song had started and Bucky briefly tore his attention from the heat he felt spreading along his front. He hadn't danced in a long time. Not like this.

The current song featured a masculine husk crooning affections for the listener. It was accompanied by the distinct, steady tempo of a piano. Bucky felt his body catch the music, the way he'd been taught, quickly adjusting to an appropriate rhythm. Sam followed without much of a pause, finally starting to settle into the feelings of sharing this foreign intimacy with the familiar stranger who was holding him so damn gently. Even so, Bucky gripped him firmly like he'd catch Sam if he even thought about falling.

It was...nice. Nicer than Sam (or either of them, really) had expected. He hadn't been held in who knows how long. He was too busy and had mostly outgrown flings, but it wouldn't be fair to a potential partner if he randomly left on long missions that required little to no contact with those who didn't have the clearance. But that was kind of an excuse. Since everything that had happened, Sam hasn't much felt like having others in his space. He was a social person and owned that, sure. But it was hard to open up authentically as much as he teased Bucky about his tendency to isolate himself. He tries to take the advice he regularly gives to the veterans he takes under his wing. Its enough to sustain his close relationships, including whatever he has going on with One Armed Wonder, but he has little energy to offer anyone else. He has to remind himself that thats okay.

Without thinking, Sam realized he had sunk his head into the crook of Bucky's shoulder. He had started to drift, still following the gentle sways of his partner's body like a boat welcoming the gentle rocking of small waves after a storm. Bucky hadn't said anything, luckily, so Sam remains in his position and enjoys the comforting sounds of soul that has wrapped around them.

He had finally put Bucky onto some real good conditioner after growing sick of the greasy tresses the man sported as the Winter Soldier. No judgement. Its hard to have a solid hair care routine as an international assassin for magic super Nazis. But now, it smelled like honeyed coconuts instead of the scentless, dollar brands he used to buy at random. Even though Bucky's hair was shorter, Sam still caught wiffs of it near his neck. It was more noticeable this close given the man's lack of cologne.

Bucky had noticed earlier when Sam's head dipped into his shoulder. Shortly after, he though he had heard soft snores, but the man's body had otherwise remained upright and solid like usual. He had continued to follow the pattern they'd set, so Bucky had just shifted his hand to his partner's lower back to provide support and kept their pace steady. Otherwise, he lost himself in the heat of Sam's hand and the confusing stillness that had settled in his chest. He felt...anchored. But that was Sam. He was strong and steady, and reliable, but just as capable of sinking as anyone else without the support he inarguable deserved. The support Bucky tried to provide.

Steve was gone now. He'd left the both of them to figure out the aftermath of everything that had happened. Bucky wondered if it hurt Sam like it hurt for him. He didn't blame his Steve; couldn't begrudge him that act of selfishness after all they'd been through. Without Rogers' strong presence between them, they had been left to scramble in the gap and reshape it for two. Sam had his family and Bucky had his therapist, but nobody could understand the them as much as the other, as different as they are. So here they are, slow dancing in a safehouse Rhodes had been generous enough to lend them on short notice. He was amicable towards Bucky, but the generosity was really for Sam. Bucky's neck itched, likely with dried sweat, and he sighed internally. He needed a shower.

The man worked his hand against Sam's lower back instinctually and the other man responds with a questioning hum tinged with sleepiness. Bucky doesnt have an answer so they continue in silence. The song had changed. It was a woman again. She was singing the Blues, if Bucky guessed correctly. He's been picking up more of the music Sam liked. It could be relaxing but full-bodied one moment or rich and thrilling the next.

So far, he has only worked his way up the mid-80s. Sam jokesthat his sensitive hearing isnt prepared for the young and hip tastes that dominate the charts, but he'll still sneak recent artists into his recommendations so Bucky isnt completely "out of the loop." Like always, Bucky would just roll his eyes, but now and again he closes them and try to imagine what Sam felt when listened to the music. Wonders at the connections the man shares with the melodies, and the histories curved into the lyrics. Some things, he couldn't ever understand, even if he tries. So, other times, he just listens.

Now, he's curled over his partner's slightly shorter stature, nose brushing the other man's temple. Sam was not a small man. He was built like a brick house. His upper body was strong, but his lower half was thick with muscle and padded by soft curves of flesh. Probably because he only does legs. Meanwhile, Bucky's own body is near the opposite: wide, sturdy chest that tapers to a firm waist and steady, straight legs. They contrast nicely, Bucky thinks. Filling up the spaces the other doesn't. For two people of their size, they still manag to fit snugly with little space between their bodies. Any closer, and Bucky isn't sure how he'd handle the proximity. He feels lulled into the calmness of the evening that had unexpectedly crept up on them in the quiet of everything around them, save for the music.

The two danced a bit longer, but eventually Sam's body grew too weary after the lack of sleep. With hesitancy, they quietly parted after the final notes of the song slipped from the record player. Bucky turns stopped the music while Sam flops into the nearby couch. His growing exhaustion does not stop him from throwing a smirk Bucky's way which the man met with his regular deadpan stare.

"Not bad. Not a single hip replacement necessary. I'd say thats a success for two old men." Sam quipped. Bucky stayed silent.

"You're not old," he finally said. He hadn't moved from his spot by the record player.

"Hmmm. Well, compared to you, 42 isn't that old." Sam lets his eyes close again but Bucky clears his throat, causing one of them to open in question.

"There's a bedroom upstairs," he explains carefully. They've been on the move for some time now with little time for real rest. If Sam was going to finally sleep then it should be in a real bed, at least.

Sam lets out out a quick laugh, "if you think you can butter me up with a dance-"

Bucky cuts off his teasing with a quick glare. If there was ever a moment being the Winter Soldier has served him, it was now. Otherwise, the heat he could feel trying to redden his ears would send Sam into a fit of hysterics.

"I did a perimeter check when we arrived. There's three bedrooms upstairs. All of them have en-suites bathrooms so take your choice," Bucky grumbles out, avoiding eye contact with his counterpart. The earlier stillness he had felt was slowly disappearing now that they were interacting again. His nerves were more taxed than before. He'll analyze that later. Maybe with his therapist, but she was kind of petty, so maybe not.

Sam's teasing smirk has settled into something a little more kind as he rises frim his seat and crosses the room to where Bucky stands. He roughly claps the other man's arm a couple of times before settling the familiar weight of his hand at the ball of Bucky's shoulder.

"I'm just messing with you, man. Thanks though. That couch would do my back in after being thrown by that explosion. Luckily, you were there to provide some cushioning," he says with that toothy smile. Before Bucky can respond, Sam bids him goodnight and slowly makes his way upstairs. Bucky watches him go, dry-mouthed and slightly confused. Once Sam has completely disappeared from view, Bucky takes in his surroundings and feels the emptiness of the room without Wilson's presence.

He'll do one more perimeter check then turn in for the night. Even he can feel the pullings of sleep. Maybe tonight, he'll dream about dancing.

#Spotify #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #winterfalcon #tfatws #fatws #this was not supposed to be a fic #but it turned into one #mcu marvel #cliche #fics #edit later

[random-fandom1]

I’ve been thinking about this for ages and have just gotten round to writing it. 

Some quick background information before we start. Peter is 27 in this and is dating Bucky who is genetically still 28 - 32 because of the cyro freeze. They’ve been dating for 3 years now and no one knows they’re dating (well, maybe some people know. They live with two assassins so Natasha must know, Wanda must suspect at least and Loki knows because he walked in on them doing the you know once. They had to slave after him for a week to make sure he didn’t tell anyone). 

It’s not like they’re hiding it but are at the same time. Who knows what Steve and Tony would do if they found out their precious little peter was dating one of their closest friends. 

Enjoy!

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The avengers have just finished fighting a villain, some kind of alien or something. Like any other time they’re in a fight, they didn’t all get out unscathed. It’s not too bad this time, Peters just fractured his wrist and dislocated his elbow when swinging around and falling. His dads (and Bucky in secret) insist that he goes to the hospital wing to get it checked on. 

This is how they’ve ended up in this situation.

6:48 pm

“But Jamieeeeeee! I want to do the interview, it’s James Corden. You know how much I love James Corden. My hand and arm are fine!” Peter whines trying to get out from under the scratchy hospital sheets Bucky wrapped him in. Bucky rubs the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. He loves his boyfriend but he can get really whiney and clingy when he’s doped up on pain killers.

“Doll, you know you have to stay here. We’ll have plenty of times to go on to The Late Late Show in the Future. For now, you have to rest,” he says as a nurse walks into check his vitals, “I’ll be back later Peter, be good for the nurses”. Bucky starts to exit the room, looking back as he reaches the doorway to see his boyfriend chatting away to the nurse with a pout on his face. ‘He’s probably asking her if she can discharge him without his dads knowing’ he thinks to himself. James smiles to himself as he walks down the corridor to the main floors so he can get ready for the interview.

8:34

It was going well. The avengers had just been introduced and had taken their seats on the 3 couches they brought out for them (Couch 1 = Tony, Steve, Natasha and Thor/Couch 2 = Wanda, Vision, Clint and Pietro because he never died/Couch 3 = Bucky, and supposedly Peter.) Tony and Steve were running late but promised they’d make it by 8:45. Traffic must of gotten bad because of all the paparazzi.

Once the audience had stopped cheering and they had all been introduced to the audience, James started off with the obvious question.

“I notice that we are missing a few people. Does anyone know whats happened to the Roger-Stark family?” James asked. Before anyone could answer they heard a voice coming from the back of the audience

“We’re here, we’re here. The Stark-Rogers are here. This one insisted we take him, no matter how much meds he was on. Children am I right?” Came the voice of the one and only Tony Stark-Rogers. Tony walked in front of Steve who was carrying Spiderman who was wrapped in a blanket burrito. They walked to the front where the rest of the crew were sitting, Steve going to the last couch to dump Peter. 

Bucky could feel his emotions swirling around in him. The frustration of Peter not listening to his advice, worry about his boy’s injuries and if they’ve healed properly as well as adoration for how adorable he looked wrapped up, while completely out of it. As Steve puts Peter on the couch, he let out a small ‘oof’ which James had to resist cooing at. Instead, he gives Steve a nod of acknowledgement and returns to surveying the area with a cold, emotionless look on his face, trying to keep up his dangerous, assassin persona.

At least that was what he was trying to do. It was kind of hard to be a murderous assassin when your precious boyfriend is all tired and clinging onto a blanket a mere 3 feet away from you. He tries his hardest to ignore him. He really does. But all hope is lost when Peter starts to slowly shift closer to him, muttering something about the warmth and ‘my bucky bear’. Peter, bless his little drugged out self, slowly and discreetly shimmies over to his boyfriend. All the attention is on the most well known of the avengers at the front so no one notices Peter nuzzle into Bucky’s side. 

“Babe, doll, what are you doing? We’re on live TV.” Bucky whispers, subconsciously wrapping his metal arm around his boy. 

“Oh Jamie, your nice and warm,” Peter says, muffled from where his head is buried in the crook of his neck. Everything blurs out in the background and the only thing Bucky can focus on is Peter. About how his steady breathing is hitting the exposed skin of his neck and how his petite frame is starting to koala hug his own muscular built one. The boy is perfect in his eyes. His boy is perfect. His. He can’t help but to copy his boyfriend and bury his own face into the boy’s neck.

“Bucky, what are you doing back there?” Comes an English accent from somewhere around him. As if on instinct Bucky replies,

“Hugging my boyfriend what does it look like?”

There’s gasps heard around them

Shit! He must have zoned out badly. Bucky looks up from where his face was in Peter’s neck, face a scarlet red and eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Looking around him, he sees a majority of the avengers with their eyes wide open, mouths agape. The crowd aren’t much better. The studio is dead silent. Peter lifts his head slowly, totally dazed, and innocently asks,

“What did I miss Jamie?”

Buckys eyes land on his boyfriends face, momentarily relaxing but quickly his eyes catch the ones of the people in front of them. His best friend and his best friends husband. Peter’s parents.

Gently placing Peter to the side, Bucky stands up with his arms out, as if he were approaching a lion. Steve has a look of shock and hurt on his face while Tony’s is radiating off pure anger. 

“We, I can explain. Stevie just - fuck, Stevie just listen to me. I love h -” 

Before he can finish the sentence Steve is grabbing him by the arm and taking him backstage into a private room.

8:58

“MY SON! MY SON BUCKY! You were telling me about this relationship for months! About how you’ve been seeing someone, someone younger. But you don’t really have a choice now with people your age, you can’t exactly go chasing 102-year-olds who look 30! He’s 27! Buck, how, why, Bucky -” Bucky cuts him off by placing a hand on his shoulder and massaging

“Stevie just shut up,” Bucky still knows how to shut him up when he’s about to have a panic attack, “Look, first I want to say that I’m actually only physically in the 28-32 age range. You are now older than me punk,

“Secondly, I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t feel this way, you have no idea how many nights I wasted trying to convince myself that I didn’t like him. I love him, and he loves me. You know better than most that you can’t control who you love. Peter, god Peter deserves so much better than me but I’m going to stay with him for as long as he’ll have me. I, I just adore him with every cell in my body. He makes me happy, when I see him he just lights up a room. I, I just love him, words can't express how much ”

Steve stays silent for a moment, looking deflated. Like the small, frail boy he was back then. He looks at Bucky and in that look, Bucky knows, knows that he is forgiven, given half the permission he needs, that he still has his best friend.

“Come here Punk,” Bucky says stepping over to Steve and pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Love you Buck"

"Love you too, Stevie"

9:17

Bucky and Steve had been hugging for just over 7 minutes when Tony barges in with Peter groggily walking in behind him. He's still confused on what's going on, why are his dads so angry at him and Bucky?.

"Bucky," Tony starts off, "I give you forgiveness, a roof over your head, I fucking convinced the government that you weren't a threat! And you go ahead and date my SON!" You can see Tony slowly growing more angry by the second. He continues

"I'd have every intention to throw you out if it weren't for the fact that your Steve's best friend and Peters boyfriend. That would hurt them and I dont hurt those who I love, not anymore. So, I'm here to hear out your side of the story because funnily enough, doped up Peter can't really say things that make sense.'" All eyes turn to Bucky as he gulps but nether the less, starts talking

"Tony, and Steve because I didn't tell you the whole story. I'm going to be honest with you guys, yous deserve to know. I want to start of by saying that I am forever grateful for everything yous have ever done to me. I love yous,

"It was 4 years ago, just after I moved into the tower when Peter came up to me. The kid wouldn't shut up. I wanted to be alone, at least that's what I thought I wanted. We slowly became friends. I trusted him with my life. I helped him with school work, he helped me with nightmares. We clicked, we worked. Feelings started to develope after a while and one night when we were studying on his little balcony, he kissed me and I kissed back. We've been dating 3 years now and they've been the best 3 years of my life. I love him, so so much. So please, don't make us break up, I don't think I'd survive without him. He's my light, my star. I want to marry him and start a family, live in a house just outside of New York so its still convenient for spiderman and avengers business. Maybe have a dog and definitely some goats. I want all that with him" Bucky finished with a tear rolling down his cheek. He really hoped Tony would understand, understand that they love each other 

Tony sighs and rubs his forehead. All the gears in his head are turning and he's getting a headache. Tony sighs.

"Well, I guess there's not much I can do. I believe you Bucky, your a good man. I give you my blessing or whatever to date him. Can we go home now" Tony says walking away, talking to no one in particular. Steve chases after him, leaving the boyfriends alone in the studio room. Bucky is grinning like the Cheshire cat, that's not how he expected that to go. There was definitely more shouting in his head. Peter suddenly comes up to him and plonks a kiss right on his lips.

"Well then Bucky Bear, shall we go home?" Peter holds his hand out but instead of taking it, Bucky scoops him up and carries him out of the room.

"Of course doll, anything you want"

#peter parker #winterspider #tony stark #bucky barnes #avengers #superfamily #steve rogers #marvel #cute #stony #james corden

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38 for jurdan pls? 😇🖤💫

HELLO MY LOVE!

I’m so sorry this took so long *sobs* 

I swear I try to make this ones short but it. just. doesn’t. happen.

BUT IT’S FINALLY HERE!!  I hope you enjoy it

38.  I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU, DUMBASS 

Jurdan - College AU 1 

Jude’s phone buzzed. Again. The thing had been doing that for the whole damn morning.

So she’d been ignoring it. 

Well, not exactly. 

More like, she hadn’t been able to answer. Everytime it ringed Jude felt like it was drilling her head. 

So here she was, lying in bed for the second day in a row with fever and terrible headaches. Missing class again. 

She was not used to miss any classes. In fact, she was feeling really upset about it. Jude was one of the best in her course, barely competing with other two people. As a future journalist, she needed to be one of the best since it was a very demanding career.  Besides, she’ll have mid-term exams soon, and missing not one but two full lectures made her terribly anxious. Not to mention her very scholarship being in danger if she dared to drop her grades. Only by some miracle she’d been accepted in Insmire College, so she refused to let the opportunity slip away from her hands that easy.

But it turns out to be, her body had some other plans. And Jude didn’t know if she ate some spoiled food or what the hell was going on because two nights ago she’d woken up practically running to the toilet to throw up the contents of her stomach.

She didn’t even had the strength to go to the doctor nor any roommate who could take her there, so she figured she’d wait until it was out of her system and rest in the meantime. 

Or die, if it was her destiny. 

Maybe she wasn’t meant to finish her career. Maybe all of those years of effort and nights without sleeping were for nothing. Maybe-

A loud knock on her door woke her up from her thoughts. 

Jude furrowed at the sound. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Probably just some street vendor, they were common in that zone.  If she didn’t answer he would simply leave.

So she closed her eyes again and buried her face back in the pillow

But no. Whoever was out there kept banging at the door, louder this time. If they didn’t shut up they’d be so sorry as soon as she regained her balance. 

Just ignore them, she sighed.

“Duarte, are you there?! Open up!” A loud bang again. 

Jude’s eyes snapped back open and groaned. Oh no. No no no no. Not him.

“I can see the lamp light on, I know you’re in there, c’mon!” He knocked again.

Jude stood and stumbled to the door opening it furiously. The light outside blinded her for a moment, making her headache worse, but then there he was. Grinning like an idiot as always, with that annoying and perfect smile of his. 

God she hated him. Most of the time at least. 

Ever since that day, back in sophomore year, when she’d thought he was flirting with her but at the end he’d only stole her ideas for a final project. He was another one of the top three in her class, clever and cunning as the devil itself. All of the teachers were always praising him even when they’d just asked for the hour. It was ridiculous. 

With the door wide open, Jude suddenly remembered she was wearing a really old and ragged dress she used for sleeping.

He whistled “Not your day huh? What happened, your alarm ran away?”

She glared at him. Now, in senior grade, Jude had been paired with him for a research project that to her misfortune, he was completely agreeable to do. And it would have been much easier if he’d kept his usual arrogant and smug attitude. 

Instead, Cardan was being the perfect gentleman. 

Whenever she asked for a meeting for the project, he attended. He was punctual, sometimes even more than her. Some other days he arrived with two coffees, or muffins, or whatever thing he found on his way, to share with her. 

He focused on their chores, working hard when needed and relaxing and telling fun riddles when not. More than once Jude caught herself laughing as if they were best friends. Then remembered they weren’t, and went back to work silently. 

Cardan was not her friend. He was her competition, a strong one if she was being honest to herself. He seemed to acknowledge that too sometimes. When they ran to each other in the hallways he barely noticed she was there, some other days he just winked at her and turn away. 

When they were in class though, their battles for dominance were fierce and Jude hated to see him smirk everytime that happened. He could not be her friend.

And yet, he was now outside her shitty apartment clearly puzzled by the look of her. The gown, her messy hair, she was even bare feet. It was humiliating. 

“What on earth are you doing here?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

His eyes roamed her figure once. He quirked an eyebrow.  “Checking if you’re still alive to begin with. You’ve missed two days of college, I can’t tell if you’ve noticed. That cannot be good for your final grade, especially not with professor Noggle.” 

He was unbelievable. Jude blinked. “You came here… to tell me I’m getting a bad grade?”

“Yeah.” Cardan shrugged. “Well, also to ask why the fuck you didn’t arrive to our meeting this morning, but I guess I have my answer now. As comfy as your bed might be that research is not doing it on its own…”

From one moment to another she felt her balance falter. He kept talking but Jude just only saw his mouth move. A prickling sensation ran up her fingers. Her eyes unfocused and the world around her seemed to start swaying. At some point Cardan ceased his ranting and said her name, it sounded as if he was underwater. Jude tried to answer something but her voice failed while the floor changed below her.

She was about to reach the floor when two strong arms gripped her, slowing her fall. Jude heard him bark a curse as he pulled her up and carried her inside. Somehow he closed the door with his foot and settled her in the couch. His hands cupped her face prompting her to open her eyes. His fingers were cool against her boiling skin.

“Fuck, you’re burning… Jude.” Cardan insisted. “Jude look at me.” 

Her eyes took a while before managing to focus on his, dark as the night sky. How many times she’d lost herself looking at those eyes? 

“Can you hear me?” He continued, gently pulling strands of her away from her face. “I need a cloth, can you tell me where is it? You’re ok, I’m here.” 

A spark of consciousness shone on Jude’s brain and weakly pointed at the kitchen drawers. 

Cardan stood and in the meantime she tried to focus on her breathing. The sensation of fainting started leaving little by little.

Cold touched her forehead out of nowhere and she groaned. Cardan made soothing noises as he caressed the wet cloth over her. 

“What on earth Duarte?” he whispered. 

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, not sure if her words came out the right way. “I’ve been feeling a little ill…”

“A little ill? You’re burning up in fever!” Oh now he was angry. Great. “How much have you been like this?”

Jude shrugged, closing her eyes again. “A couple of days, I figured out it would leave later but-”

“But nothing, you cannot feel like this and not calling anyone Jude!” Cardan paused and took a deep breath. “This is what we are going to do. As soon as you can, you are going to get your ass into that bathroom there and have a cold shower. I’ll make you some soup.”

“Soup.” She repeated, chuckling under her breath. “So apart from everything you also cook. Damn, that’s why everyone loves you.”

Jude looked back at him and found a cold, decided stare. “If you don’t get that shower in the next 5 minutes I’m going to give it to you myself, understood?”

She gulped, feeling her heart skip a beat. 

Ten minutes later, Jude came out the bathroom and sat back in the couch rubbing her damp hair with a towel. She was feeling better but still a little weak. She’d put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts that belonged to another pijamas. 

“Here.” Cardan’s voice pulled her gaze up. He placed a bowl in her hands and took a step back. “Eat.” 

Jude’s stomach growled with hunger at the sight of the soup. When was the last time she’d eaten something? She took a spoonful into her mouth and almost moaned in relief. It was absolutely delicious. Damn him.

She glanced up and found him also looking back at her. His eyes hard and his jaw shut tight. 

“Don’t just stay in there, creep. Sit down.” Jude motioned to the place next to her. He obliged. 

Jude ate in silence, and at some point Cardan just started telling her what had happened those days she’d missed. She smirked when he told her how boring was to debate with Noggle alone, since she hadn’t been there.

When she finished, she left the bowl on the little table next to the sofa. Then grabbed her pillow.

“I see you’re feeling better now…” He started. “But either way I’m taking you to a doctor, and that’s not a question.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jude said. She placed her pillow over Cardan’s legs and he stiffened when she laid her head over it. “The least you can do is let this poor woman sleep a little before taking her out to the cruel world.”

“Are you feverish again?” His voice came out a little strained.

“Mm no, I’m just tired.” Her words were more a whisper than anything. “Give me half an hour, I’ll be ready to go after that. Please?”

~

Cardan nodded nervously and leaned his back to the couch, hesitating before lifting a hand and softly caress Jude’s hair between his fingers. 

She sighed happily, already more asleep than awake. “Careful, with all these attentions one would think you actually like me.” 

He snorted. “Don’t make me laugh Duarte.”

She made a noise but didn’t talk again. Cardan peered down and watched her sleep, looking peaceful as she wasn’t usually seen. He allowed himself to smile. 

“Like you…” He repeated. “I’ve been in love with you for months now, you dumbass.”

He sighed and rested his head back, closing his eyes. At least for now, he could let himself daydream about this being a regular day with her. Even if it was only for half an hour. 

**********

Masterlist 

#sometimes all we need is some College AU #and Cardan being soft #Em prompts #jurdan fanfic #jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #tcp #twk #qon #tess writes

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On My Own - Chapter 1

(Description: A retelling of Kyoya’s arc in Metal Fury where he leaves the group. Because Kyoya is one of my favourite characters and the execution of that arc has been bothering me for nearly three years. Character’s thoughts are in asterisks.)

“Special move: king lion crushing fang!” Kyoya exclaimed, swinging his arm forward.

The wind in the stadium began to pick up, swirling into a tornado and lifting every Beyblade into the sky.

“I’ll send every one of you flying! Do you hear me?!” Kyoya roared, no longer caring what happened to any Bey besides his own.

“Kyoya!” Gingka called, though the rest of his words were drowned out by the roaring wind. 

Out of nowhere, Pegasus charged toward Leone’s tornado, crashing right through the wall of wind and slamming into Leone.

Kyoya glared at his rival. “Gingka?! Why you-”

“Now, Horuseus!” Nile’s voice cut him off. “Mystic zone!”

A yellow glow emitted from the middle of the tornado before it cut through it. The wind died down. Several Beyblades rained down from the sky like hail while others flew back into the bladers’ hands. Kyoya caught his Beyblade with a grunt.

“How dare you get in my way, Gingka!” he growled as his rival caught his own Beyblade, glancing over his shoulder as Kyoya yelled at him, “How about you and I settle things right here and now! What do you say?!”

“What are you talking about Kyoya?” Gingka asked, turning to him. “You need to chill out.”

*Chill out?!* Kyoya stiffened with anger.

“Gingka…” Kyoya narrowed his eyes at his main rival. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who I am already.”

“Huh?” Gingka’s eyes were wide.

“I told you from the start: I’m not teaming up with anyone!” Kyoya could feel the others’ gazes on him as he spoke, “The reason I am with you is so I can defeat the others that possess the power of the star fragment and then, finally, I will defeat you! It’s so I can settle the score with you!”

“Kyoya?” Gingka’s voice was high with disbelief.

“Kyoya, buddy…”

Kyoya glanced up at Benkei as he began to speak. He stood with Nile and Demure, their former teammates on Team Wild Fang. Confusion was plastered on each of their faces.

“But you’ve worked so hard with us to get this far,” Yuki protested, “How can you say something like that after all we’ve been through?!”

“That’s right, Kyoya,” Gingka added, his tone surprisingly stern. “Listen, if you say you want to battle me, I won’t run or hide. That’s not the way I roll. I will accept your challenge any time.” Kyoya turned to Gingka with a growl. He was going on one of his ‘I’m a noble hero’ speeches again.

*I don’t want to be a hero! I just want to live my life without all this other nonsense getting in the way!*

“But think: what possible good would the two of us fighting do?” Gingka continued, “It won’t be too late for us to have a battle after we defeat the Great Evil and prevent Nemesis’s revival. Can’t you see that, Kyoya? Right now we must work together: Yuki, Dynamis, King, you, me, as a team. All of us. Can’t you understand that?”

Kyoya could see reason in Gingka’s words but he wasn’t about to admit it out loud.

“All of us together?” Kyoya asked.

He cast a glance at Aguma, one of the legendary bladers, standing on the side of Johannes’s group. Aguma’s words earlier rang in his head. *Just admit you believe that guy’s nonsense because it makes you feel like some sort of saviour!*

Kyoya let out a growl. *I’m no saviour!*

“I’m done here,” Kyoya growled, turning and stomping toward the temple’s exit. “You all can do whatever you want on your own.”

“Kyoya!” Gingka gasped.

“Kyoya, pal!” Benkei exclaimed, his footsteps echoing behind Kyoya. “Please wait for me!”

“Don’t follow me,” Kyoya ordered, keeping his gaze straight ahead.

“K-Kyoya…?” Benkei stopped, his voice cracking.

“Kyoya!” Gingka called again.

“No!” Benkei’s voice cracked as he fell to his knees.

Kyoya forced himself not to look back at him. *I don’t need anyone! Not even Benkei!* Once he was out of eyeshot of the others, Kyoya broke off into a sprint down the mountain. He didn’t know where he was going. All he wanted was to get as far away from the group as possible.

Once he reached the foot of the mountain, a misty forest stretched out in front of him. Kyoya stopped to catch his breath. The night air was still with only the soft rustling of the leaves in the breeze to break the silence. Kyoya felt himself relax a little. He was finally alone, after weeks of constantly having Gingka and the others suffocating him with their constant presence. Kyoya gazed at his Beyblade. Leone lay on its side in the palm of his hand.

“I don’t need anyone but myself and my Leone,” he muttered, clenching his fist around the Bey.

Putting Leone in his pocket, he continued into the mist. *I’ve survived the African wilderness before,* Kyoya reminded himself, *I can do it again.*

*No one can accomplish anything all by themselves!* Aguma’s words during their battle rang in Kyoya’s mind, making him stiffen with rage.

“Just you wait,” he growled, his eyes narrowed. “I’ll prove to you, to everyone, that I’m good enough on my own!”

He let out a yawn. Kyoya stopped and looked around. There was more than enough wood he could use for a fire, and maybe some food if he looked hard enough. Kyoya shook the thought away. *If I stick around here too long, the others will find me. I’ll have to travel during the night.*

Kyoya continued through the mist, his head bent low as he forced himself to stay awake. Would the others really care if they found him? He thought he had made the fact that he didn’t want to travel with them anymore perfectly clear. *Gingka and Benkei might try to get me to come back. They’re clingy like that.*

Kyoya walked throughout the entire night through familiar territory before finally reaching a savannah. The sun had just barely risen in the sky. However, Kyoya only stopped to rest once the misty forest had completely faded from view. *I’m finally free.* 

He gazed out at the savannah. There seemed to be no dangerous animals around, just herds of zebras and antelopes grazing in the grass. Kyoya gazed at his Beyblade. *I can handle whatever the wild wants to throw at me.*

“Admit it!” Kyoya stiffened as Aguma’s words echoed in his mind, as if the blader were here with him now. “No one can accomplish anything all by themselves! Just say it!”

Kyoya yowled with rage. Getting to his feet, he launched his Beyblade ahead of him blindly. The wind roared around Kyoya, rustling the tall grass and flinging branches and leaves to the ground. The zebras and antelopes fled in different directions, yelping in alarm. A cracking sound split the air. Leone had ripped right through the trunk of a tree, leaving only a stump behind as the rest was lifted into the tornado.

Kyoya let out a grunt, feeling his rage ebb away. The wind died down as Kyoya retrieved his Beyblade and continued forward as if nothing had happened. He continued forward until the sun began to set. After getting food and starting a fire, Kyoya laid down on the ground, using his cloak as a blanket. Kyoya closed his eyes. However, sleep refused to find him. 

“You pretend that you live alone, but you’re really part of some travelling bey circus group, isn’t that the truth?!”

Aguma’s words continued to ring in his ears. Kyoya tossed and turned on the ground, clenching his jaw in frustration. He tried to redirect his thoughts. Almost immediately, they drifted toward Gingka and the others. Their last conversation played in his mind: Gingka and Yuki trying to convince him to stay, Benkei trying to follow him, and the others staring in disbelief. They had to have left the temple by now. Kyoya wondered if Nile and Demure were taking them across the savanna right now, or perhaps they had already reached the city where the airport was. Kyoya sat up, clenching his jaw.

*I don’t care about them!* he insisted to himself, *I’m not one of Gingka’s little lackeys! I’m a lion, a fierce lion that lives alone in the wild!* Kyoya let out a grunt, laying back down. *Why do I have to keep telling myself this?!*

He hardly got a wink of sleep that night or any of the following nights. Even as his body was exhausted from constant travelling and training, he couldn’t get the nagging thoughts to leave him alone. Aguma’s words made him bristle with rage. Meanwhile, there was a strange pang in his chest when he thought of Gingka, Benkei, and the others, as if they physically weighed him down. Kyoya did his best to ignore it.

During the day, he could focus his attention on his travels or his Beyblade but during the night, it was nearly impossible to escape. Eventually, Kyoya stopped trying to sleep altogether. He spent his nights by the fire, keeping an eye out for predators or other threats. Of course, Kyoya knew it was unhealthy to get as little sleep as he was but he didn’t know what else to do.

During his travels, Kyoya stumbled upon some mountains. There was a clear way around through flatter terrain but of course, Kyoya decided to climb the mountains. Who would he be if he didn’t take the harder path on purpose? He recalled his time in Wolf Canyon as he pulled himself up the vertical cliffs, barely holding on and scrambling to find footholds a few times.

Victory surged through him when he reached the top of one slope. He roared with triumph. However, the triumph quickly turned to rage as Aguma’s words echoed in his ears: *In the end, you’re nothing but talk. Just admit you believe that guy’s nonsense because it makes you feel like some sort of saviour.*

Kyoya’s eyes narrowed. He charged forward across the flat expanse of the mountain, his heart blazing with newfound rage. Ahead of him, Kyoya spotted a slim body of water. Barely thinking, Kyoya dove his face into the river for a drink. It had been a few days since he had even seen water let alone had a drink so he hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. Kyoya backed out of the water with a grunt. Locks of his hair now stuck to his face, getting in his eyes. Kyoya grunted. Standing up, he pushed the stray locks behind his ears and continued forward.

He followed the river for a while before stumbling upon a flat range full of conveniently placed pillar-like rocks. *Perfect,* Kyoya thought, unsheathing his Beyblade.

“Let it rip!” he yowled, launching his Beyblade right at one of the pillars.

Leone burst through it with ease, slicing through each of the other pillars in mere moments. Stones sprinkled to the ground around Kyoya.

“King Lion reverse wind strike!” he called, directing Leone higher into the sky.

Leone flipped over mid-air, spewing out a tornado that lifted every rock in the vicinity and split them into smaller rocks while throwing them around. Once the wind died down, pebbles fell from the sky like rain. Leone landed in the middle, still spinning. Kyoya looked around and instantly spotted an even bigger rock tower a few paces away.

“Go again!” Kyoya commanded, gesturing to the cliff. “King lion crushing fang!”

A tornado formed from the ground this time, charging toward the cliff and instantly splitting it to pieces. Leone flew toward Kyoya and he caught it with a grunt. Kyoya stiffened when footsteps echoed around him and before he knew it, he was surrounded by about seven strangers, each pointing a Beyblade at him. *These guys look like chumps.*

“Don’t move!” one of them ordered.

“What’s up, kitties?” Kyoya spat, glancing over his shoulder at one of the men.

He stiffened, “Uh, I told you not to move,” he retorted lamely.

*I didn’t.*

“You’re always coming to attack the village!” another one exclaimed, straightening up a bit.

*I didn’t do that either.*

“But today we’re going to get rid of you!”

“You’re just a stinkin’ monster!”

“Monster is not nice,” Kyoya grunted. The men surrounding him shrank back a bit, fear plastered on their faces. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kyoya continued, readying his Beyblade. “But if you want to battle, I’m ready, boys!”

“Let it rip!” the villagers called, launching their Beyblades in unison.

“I’ll show you, chumps!” Kyoya exclaimed, launching Leone at the line of Beyblades.

Instantly, Leone sent a burst of wind in every direction, throwing the villagers and their Beyblades to the ground. Every Bey fell still on the ground as the wind slowed.

“So, you still wanna battle?” Kyoya sneered, feeling no triumph at the easy win.

“Sure, pal,” one of the villagers grunted, putting his Beyblade on the launcher.

“Wait,” a new voice cut in. Kyoya turned to see a new person, he assumed it was a new person at least, approaching the group. “Everyone calm down, okay? This is not our enemy.”

The man spoke with a more commanding voice, making Kyoya think he was some sort of leader to these people.

“Chief!” one of them gasped, getting to his feet and pointing accusingly at Kyoya. “But he used crazy intense skills!”

“Take a good look at that person’s Bey,” the chief ordered.

Everyone gazed down at Leone, which was still spinning steadily in front of Kyoya.

“It’s different from the monster’s Bey,” the chief explained.

“Sorry, I guess you’re right,” one of the villagers sighed, dipping his head.

“Sorry, we apologize, sir,” the chief replied, nodding to Kyoya.

Kyoya grunted as Leone flew into his hand, coming to a stop.

“What’s the matter with you people?” he blurted out without thinking. However, he did genuinely want to know what the chief meant by “the monster’s bey.”

The chief bowed his head, looking somewhat ashamed as he explained, “The deal is here a mysterious monster attacks us with a fearsome and deadly Bey.”

Kyoya’s eyes widened. “A fearsome bey?” *Now THAT sounds interesting.*

“Usually, it stays in the ruins on the mountain…” The chief gestured to a mountain top just ahead of them, though the top was obscured by a cloud of fog. “But sometimes, it comes down to our village causing tons of trouble and steals food. We were out looking for it when we heard beast-like howling so…”

“We thought the monster had appeared again, my friend,” one of the villagers finished the chief’s thought.

Another one took a step closer to Kyoya and dipped his head. “We’re sorry, sir.”

Kyoya listened to their story in wonder. *A monster with a Beyblade… sounds like a good opponent.*

“After seeing how strong you are, we have a request,” one of the villagers spoke up before Kyoya could walk away.

“Could you please get rid of the monster for us? Is that possible?”

“Uh- me?” Kyoya asked, gazing at them with wide eyes. *What do they want from me?*

Kyoya gazed at the villagers, seeing that many of their gazes had changed from fear to admiration.

“We need your help,” they admitted, “The people of this village cannot compete with the monster’s bey. If you would lend us your strength, we would be very grateful.”

“Grateful?!” Kyoya demanded. *So they want me to be their little saviour… just like Gingka and the others. Gingka...* Kyoya’s eyes narrowed.

“If there is anything we can do for you, we will do it,” one of the villagers was saying.

“STOP BUGGING ME RIGHT NOW!” Kyoya exclaimed, leering at the desperate villagers. Some of them shrank back in fear. “Stop begging me! I don’t need your reward!”

Kyoya straightened up, getting his composure back as he continued, “So a mysterious monster with a bey? In the ruins on the mountain? Is that the deal?” Kyoya smirked as he gazed at the mountain. “Interesting. Sounds like the perfect opponent for my training. My name is Kyoya and this is Fang Leone.” Kyoya held out his Beyblade. “We’re gonna have some fun.”

Without another word, Kyoya began walking toward the mountain.

“You’re going after that monster…?” One of the villagers exclaimed from behind him. “For fun?!”

Kyoya stopped again, glaring at the villager from over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the big deal? I’ve fought worse.”

The villagers exchanged excited glances, immediately cheering and exclaiming things about their village being saved. The chief on the other hand eyed Kyoya suspiciously.

“Be careful, young man,” he advised, making Kyoya’s jaw clench. “You don’t know what you're getting into.”

“I don’t need your advice,” Kyoya growled, “I can manage alone, unlike you.” He flicked his cloak like an over the top Broadway character before continuing forward, his gaze intent on the clifftop ahead.

“Why does everyone want me to be their saviour all of a sudden?!” Kyoya grunted as he made his way toward the mountain. “What part about me being a loner don’t they understand?!”

*I’m doing this for myself!* Kyoya thought as he began to pull himself up the mountain. *Not them! I don’t help anyone and I never will! Those villagers were weak to beg for help like they did! They should learn to fend for themselves like I have!*

Kyoya froze. Did he really wish that upon them? Kyoya thought leaving the group and proving he was a loner would make him feel better but so far, his nagging thoughts had only become more constant. He had less to distract himself when he was alone. After everything he had been through, Kyoya couldn’t imagine that the most annoying person he would have to deal with was himself.

Kyoya struggled to push the thought away. He reached the top of the cliff, continuing forward through the fog. There was a wall of man-made bricks up ahead. Something fell to the ground, the thump echoing off the mountains and making Kyoya stiffen. Among the ruins, he spotted a moving outline. Kyoya smirked.

“There you are,” he muttered, dashing into the ruins.

It wasn’t long before Kyoya was confronted by a shadow: one that loomed over him like a tree. Kyoya stiffened.

“So, you’re a monster are you?!” Kyoya demanded, clenching his jaw.

The shape did not reply. It lifted something and Kyoya could make out the distinct sound of a readied Beyblade launcher.

“Huh, let’s do this then!” Kyoya pointed his own launcher at the shadow. He waited a few moments, expecting the figure to launch their Beyblade first but after a few moments of idling, Kyoya decided to make the first move.

“Let it rip!” he exclaimed, launching his Beyblade toward the ground.

Another Beyblade flew out of the fog to meet it in a clash. Kyoya squinted. The opponent’s bey was mostly light green but with an orange spin track. It seemed somewhat familiar…

“Looks like you’ll give me a good fight,” Kyoya mused, revelling in the power the opponent’s Beyblade radiated. “Hit him hard, Leone!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Kyoya stiffened at the sound of an even more familiar voice. The attacker’s Beyblade weaved around Kyoya’s attack, looping back around and clashing with Leone.

“How do you like that, monster?!” the voice demanded again. It sounded like a young boy, one Kyoya had met… “You’re going down! Buckle up!”

“I know that goofy voice,” Kyoya growled, turning to Leone. “Lion Gale Force Wall!”

A tornado formed from Leone. The wind from Kyoya’s special move blew away the fog, revealing a small orange-haired boy.

“It’s you!” Kyoya exclaimed, his eyes wide.

*What is Yu doing here?! What even are the chances I’d randomly find someone I know from Japan all the way out here?!*

“Woah, Yoyo!” Yu exclaimed, his eyes wide when he noticed Kyoya.

“Don’t call me Yoyo!” Kyoya retorted, clenching his fist. He had nearly forgotten about the insultingly childish nickname Yu had given him and now he wished it stayed that way.

Kyoya and Yu stopped fighting for a few moments.

*So the sunlight projected a shadow onto the mist making Yu appear as a huge monster,* Kyoya reflected. He let out a grunt. *What a dumb trick to fall for.*

“I just can’t believe that Yoyo is the monster,” Yu was muttering to himself, “I’m so disappointed.”

“Huh?” Kyoya looked up at the kid with wide eyes. Before he could protest, however, Yu continued.

“I misjudged you. Attacking the villagers and stealing food? Unbelievable! Why would you do such a thing?!”

Out of nowhere, Libra crashed into Leone. The clashing sound echoed through the mountains but Kyoya paid little attention.

“What are you babbling about, Yu?! I haven’t done anything like that!” Kyoya was blazing with indignation. *I may be a loner, but I’m not a monster!*

“Don’t lie to me, okay?!” Yu exclaimed, “I don’t know what happened to make you do it, but things like that just aren’t cool, right?!”

Libra attempted to charge toward Leone again. Kyoya commanded his Beyblade to dodge, making Libra drift past him harmlessly as he glared back at Yu.

“Look, goofball, I just heard about the monster from the villagers and came up to get rid of it, alright?” Kyoya growled as Leone slammed into Libra.

Yu shrank back. “You-you aren’t the monster, Yo-yo?”

“No, I’m not! Our shadows on the mist just made both of us look like monsters! That’s all!”

“Shadows?” Yu tilted his head to the side. “Then where’s the real monster I ask you?”

“I don’t know!” Kyoya let out a grunt. “This was a waste of time.” Leone flew into his hand. Before Kyoya could turn to leave, Yu dashed toward him with a look of wonder.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Without warning, Yu snatched Leone out of Kyoya’s hand and gawked at it. “Is this Leone still?!”

Yu began rambling about the Beyblade. Kyoya snatched Leone back, unable to come up with a suitable remark for this kid’s insolence. Besides, he was still talking:

“Where did you get it, Yo-yo? Where did you get it?”

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. “Where, you ask? You haven’t heard anything from Tsubasa then?”

Surely Tsubasa would tell Yu about something this important? Those two were pretty close friends.

“Tsubasa?” Yu seemed taken aback. “Tsubasa was suddenly called away by the WBBA. I haven’t heard from him since, not one word.” He shook his head. “I ended up having to go on my training journey all by myself, even after he promised to come with me. Isn’t he a huge meanie?”

“You’ve been alone this whole time?” Kyoya asked, surprised to find himself feeling somewhat sympathetic for the kid.

Yu nodded. “That’s why I’ve been so anxious to battle with someone. You know what I mean? Hey now, why don’t you battle me?”

“Battle you?” Kyoya asked, his eyes widening.

“I want to try battling that new Leone!” Yu’s face lit up with excitement. “Wouldn’t that be awesome? You’ll do it, won’t you old pal?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kyoya growled, turning away. “I don't have time to play with you, understand?” He began to walk away.

“Wha-what’s that supposed to mean, exactly? Since I last saw you, I’ve been training reaaally hard and have gotten a lot stronger. So come back and fight like a man!” Yu’s footsteps echoed behind Kyoya before the kid suddenly stopped in front of him. Kyoya stopped as well.

“Hey, hey come on! Please?” Yu’s tone turned to one of begging. He grabbed Kyoya’s hand, shaking it up and down as if he were trying to give him a handshake. Kyoya just stood there awkwardly. “Yo-yo, let’s battle!”

Kyoya slapped Yu’s hand away.

“I told you not to call me Yo-yo!” Kyoya exclaimed, glaring down at the kid.

He instantly broke out in a tantrum, whining and stomping his feet on the ground. “You’ve just got to battle me! Come on, come on, come on!”

*I am not equipped for this,* Kyoya grunted inwardly.

“I’ll even give you a head start!”

Kyoya’s jaw clenched at those words. “A head start?!” he demanded. “That’s real rich. I don’t need a head start to battle the likes of you!”

“So that means you’ll battle me, right?” Yu asked, smiling hopefully.

Kyoya’s jaw dropped slightly. He let out a grunt. *Dangit.*

“Hold on!” Yu exclaimed, running past him. “I’ll whip up a stadium for us!”

He launched his Beyblade onto the concrete ground. Moments later, a flash of energy exploded from Libra, shooting up into the sky and making the ground vibrate as if an earthquake was occurring. When the light cleared, there was a spherical hole in the ground of the ruins. It was shaped like a classic stadium.

“It’s all done!” Yu announced, “So let’s battle, okay?”

“I have no choice,” Kyoya grunted, resting his hand on his forehead. “I’ll finish this thing quickly and be on my way.”

*He’s no Gingka, but Yu is no easy opponent either.*

#beyblade #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fight #kyoya #kyoya tategami #yu tendo #gingka hagane #fanfiction #it's mostly the same at this point #just with more condensed dialogue #and more inner thoughts #things start to change a lot more in the next chapter

[mirror-juliet]

First time with fluffy/soft Seonghwa 🥺

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“How long have we been together?” I say quietly to myself.Two years, it had been exactly two years yesterday when me and Seonghwa began to date. Why haven’t we done it?

By “It” i mean sex, we’re both adults who live in the same house, share the same bed and change in front of each other! So why does it make me flustered to think about me underneath him.‘Would he get bored of me if we don’t do it soon? No, he isn’t like that. But what if he is.’ I sink down into the tub, allowing the water to cover my shoulders. I wouldn’t even know what to do, Seonghwa is the first person I’ve ever been this serious with. For God’s sake he was my first kiss!

That’s it, enough with worrying myself on the matter, time to fix it.

“Seonghwa!” I shout, hoping he’s close enough to the bathroom to hear.No response

“Seonghwa!”Running can be heard outside the door, Seonghwa quickly opening it.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Seonghwa has a look of worry painted on his face, he was obviously in the middle of reading, evidence still in his hand. He must have been too caught up in his mind.

“I’m okay…….Sorry for worrying you.” He lets out a sigh of relief and leans against the door.

“Okay, so what did you need baby?” Oh, what did i want him for? What was my plan after he came in here, Do i want him to climb in with me? Or do i want him to do more to me……? All of a sudden i feel rather vulnerable under his gaze.“W-will you read to me?” My eyes look to his book, pulling a quick excuse out of my ass.

He grins, teeth peekabooing behind his lips.“You called me in here, to read to you?”

“No-Yes-I don’t know. I think i just want your company right now.” I look down at my hands that float in the bubbles.

“Alright. Give me a second.” Seonghwa escapes out of the bathroom, coming back with a chair that he places right next to the tub.

Instead of the story, i focus more on his calming voice, imagining all the sounds he could make with it. It has me rubbing my legs together.“Y/n? You in there still?” Seonghwa places a hand on my shoulder, startling me.

“Oh, yea. Sorry i zoned out, where were we in the story?”

“What are you thinking?” He places his book down, crawling onto his knees to sit closer to me. His fingers dance across my cheek, his eyes look into my own. “Tell me what is going through your beautiful mind.” How is he so beautiful. “Darling?”

Scarlet blooms across my face and ears, I still in the water thinking if he knows my thoughts already.“I…..I don’t know what i’m thinking. It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure i can keep up.” His fingers cup my face. They are oddly calming.

“We’ve been together for two years. A-and we haven’t done anything together. I mean, we have done lots of things together like sleep in the same bed and change and eat and live an-”

“Baby, you’re talking too fast. Take a deep breath.” I do as told, letting it out as he mimics my movements.“Now. Continue.”

I take his hand in mine, tracing the tendons and veins, his bones even feel soft. “Can….Can we be intimate t…together?” My eyes refuse to meet his.

His hand on my cheek moves to make me look in his eyes. “We are intimate all the time. Right now our eyes are looking into each others souls, Every time we sit in each others company we are processing our energy into each other. Intimacy is about our souls being at peace with one another.”

His lips meet mine tenderly. I didn’t realize him growing closer to my face. Our lips caress each other’s, melting our energy’s together. Seonghwa deepens the kiss by cupping my face with both hands, his thumbs rub lightly against my cheek.My breathing becomes heavier, our breath’s brush deeply through our noses; mine does at least. I can’t tell if he’s breathing as rapidly as me or if i am just blowing my breath back onto myself.My hands fist in his shirt, trying to pull him closer to me, surprised he isn’t in the tub at this point

Seonghwa pulls away along with a weak whine from my lips. “Seonghwa i need you. I need to be closer to you.” My breathing is still rapid, i work to pull his shirt off.

“Lets get you out of the tub first.” He grabs a fluffy towel and helps me step out of the tub. I’m not worried about him seeing my body, we’ve already seen each other like this before.

He can barley dry me off before i throw my hands around his shoulders, pushing myself flush against him.God i love his shoulders.I all but rip his shirt over his head as he walks us to the bedroom, clothes coming off one by one to littler the ground.

He lifts me up and places me on the bed, crawling over me. He pauses to press our foreheads together.“I want to make sure you don’t want to do this for me. If you aren’t ready i can wait as long as you need. You don’t have to please me.” Our eyes meet once again, another intimate moment. I wonder if this is more intimate than making love together.

Do i really want to do this for him? Or do i want to do this for me? His hand is rubbing against my cheek. Is he smearing something on me?

“You’re crying.” I hadn’t realized. He says it more to himself than me.

“Seonghwa i want to do this. I want you to be my-. I want to be ready, i really do……”

“You aren’t though.” He rubs circles into my hip, still cupping my face.

My hands reach up to cover my eyes. I don’t want him to see the tears dripping down my face, to see how stupid i look.“Y/n.”

“Please don’t look at me right now.” My voice hiccups with tears. Why am i crying like a little girl? I’m an adult for fucks sake.

“Hey. You are beautiful, even if you aren’t ready. You will always be beautiful to me.” He takes my hands away to kiss my tears. A half-hearted giggle flows out

“I’m scared Seonghwa.”I’m scared. I am afraid. It takes me to say it out loud for the thought to really set in. What if fear takes over me halfway through it, what if i break down in front of him. More so than i am right now.

“Its okay to be afraid. Sex is very scary to everyone. You aren’t stupid for admitting your fears.” How is he able to nearly hear my thoughts.My hands find themselves back to his chest. Maybe i’m trying to distract myself from his eyes that refuse to look away.

“Can we still do this. Even if i’m afraid?” The possibility of him rejecting me frightens me more than the act itself.

He smiles so warmly at me, it seems to dull the fear i feel boiling inside me.“Of course Y/n.” It bubbles back down.

“But you have to promise me something.” My face must read something close to dread because he speeds up his next words. “You have to tell me everything. I need to know if you feel uncomfortable. No more beating around the bush.We can stop anytime you need.” He kisses me on the forehead.

“I promise, Hwa.”

Our lips join together once again to dance like they had in the bathroom. Sweet and sensual, emotions singing to each other as our saliva mixes into one liquid. “Hmmm.”I involved my headspace too much into the kiss to not notice his hands rubbing against the dip in my waist.

My hands pull him closer to me, i try to deepen the kiss and rub myself against him. He pulls away just barley from my lips.“You’re trying too hard to impress me. Let me take care of you this time.”

With shaking hesitance i allow myself to relax into his touch, finding that my skin becomes much more sensitive now that it isn’t rigid. His hands rub downward to my rump, taking it in his hands. They fit almost perfectly on my cheeks He lifts my legs up by my hips, tracing them down my thighs to wrap them against his own.

Is this happening right now!? So soon?“Don’t worry, i’m just getting your body used to mine.” His phrasing makes me blush again. No doubt raking down my chest.

Seonghwa takes my arms in his, putting them above my head; holding them in place with one of his.“S-seong” He doesn’t let me finish his name before he retreats his hands back to my sides. Almost like he had to remind himself not to get too carried away.

“I’m sorry my love.” His lips dip down to attach themselves to the side of my neck, gently sucking.“Hmmmm.”

Its a spot he’s abused before, when we would get caught up on the couch or anywhere i found myself in his lap. Now it has new meaning.Something brushes against my thigh….Is that what……Oh my. Are they all that…..size?

“I thought i told you to relax.” His voice is demanding, only slightly but still enough. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Practicing what we preach now? Does he always have to ground himself like this?

“How are you feeling?” His hands run across my legs, sides and anywhere he can feel. Everywhere besides the mounds on my chest.

“I feel….Like….My breath was taken away. Is it always this hard to breath?” Seonghwa laughs a little

“Sometimes, when you give me a moment to share with you. I ask myself that too.” His hands slide closer.“Now.” Bulls-eye “How do you feel.” He gently squeezes them. Why does it feel so good at such a simple and subtle movement.

“Or this.”

“Hmmm.” He pinches the nipples on them, twisting slightly.“It feels good, Hwa. But please do more.” Was this begging?

“Looks like you’re getting impatient. That’s okay, i’ll be slow for the both of us.”

“Mmah!” His fingers dips down to stroke against my lower parts, my lower lips. Please do something more please do something more.My eyes dart around the room to ground myself against something-anything else than this finger-“Ah!”

They dip further, past my folds, up to his second knuckle i think. Is that, a wet sound. My eyes wander back to him.“Is it supposed to sound……”

“Wet?” He finishes for me. I nod my head, i think i would just cry if i open my mouth again.“Yes, it is normal for it to sound wet. Does it hurt?” He adds a second finger, adding to the uncomfortable stretch. It stings a little bit.“Y-Yah” My hand clamps over my mouth.

“Ngah!” His thumb grazes over a spot that has my hips bucking into his hand. “Hmm-ah” Again.Seonghwa notices my movements, running over that spot more often.

“S-seonghwa. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Not a lie, but not the full truth either. The pleasure outweighs the pain at this point.

“Are you ready to feel something even better now?” Am i?

“Oh!” He doesn’t let me think for long, he prods at my entrance with the head of…..It. I grab onto his forearms as he pushes his length in. It hurts, much more than his fingers.

“Okay please stop!” The pain becomes to much. It stings too much.He wipes the tears that prickle at my eyes with his thumb.

“I wont move until you tell me to.” His words are reassuring, i’m just as much in control as he right now.Seonghwa rubs against my cheek until it stops hurting as much.

“Make it less uncomfortable please.” I squeak out and he starts to move his hips.“Ow!” Something prickles down, i swipe it with my finger

“S-Hwa. Th-there’s blood. Why is there blood!? Hwa why is there blood?!” My hand shakes in front of my face. Seonghwa stills it with his.

“Shh Shh, its okay Y/n. Your hymen just broke, that’s supposed to happen the first time.” He pushes my hair out of my face.“Does it hurt terribly?”

“Mmhmm.” I nod my head.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No!” My words are too quick, showing off my emotions too well. “Just….Move.”He follows my command, his hips moving slowly…Too slowly.

“Faster.” Why is my face heating up. But it isn’t really heat, more like fuzz is growing on the inside.  The feeling pulls me further away from the pain.

“What does it feel like right here?” He places a hand on my lower stomach. It feels like butterfly’s are fluttering against my insides.“Ngagh!” Whines leave my mouth, something’s building up.

“Wha- It. S-something’s h-mmmm-ppening.” My grip on him tightens. No-Why is he speeding up. Not that it feels bad, but oh my GOD-IT FEELS SO GOOD!

“Ahhhmmmm!” Heat pours all over my body, enveloping me in white, my legs shake as i begin to loose myself.Was this intimacy? feeling him next to me. His breath against my skin, having so much pleasure all i can do is cry and whine?

Intimacy is much more than that. It was him taking care that i would be alright in every second of this new experience. Is there something on my stomach?

“Y/n? Are you okay? Jesus, please answer me.” Oh, Seonghwa is petting my hair. It feels nice.“I’m okay. What’s on my stomach?” I ask as i pry my eyes open

He laughs. “What do you think.” a finger swipes through it “This is.” and puts it near my face. It’s white and strings between his fingers.

Both of us laugh, Seonghwa rests his body on top of mine. “I love you Y/n”“I love you more, Seonghwa. Thank you for being my first.”

The ending kinda pisses me off but i still like it none-the-less. I hope you enjoyed it too Hun

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez reactions #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #hongjoong #Yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #ateez jongho #seonghwa smut #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa soft hours

[catracorner962]

The Nine Lives of Catra Applesauce Meow Meow Ch. 7 Destiny Part 2

Ass fatally kicked by Hordak in Destiny Part 2

Warning for suicidal ideation

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!” A scream broke through Catra’s hardened resolve when she found herself being slammed back by the blast from Hordak’s cannon. Heat singed her fur, body arching through the air like a hapless rag doll.

Catra  twisted mid-air, arms and legs splayed out, claws instinctively flashing outward the second she connected with the ground.

“Ughhh,” her chest pinched, her words tight. “H...Hordak...whatever you’re doing….”

“I know about Entrapta,”

Fuck….

A cold numbness flooding through her body as Hordak loomed over her, his weapon aimed between her eyes.

You’re in too deep now. There’s still a chance….he could believe you.

Catra held her breath, right arm tingling in pain. Swollen and bleeding from a gash down to her elbow.

Must’ve broken it…

She held the limp limb at her side, left eye squeezing shut in pain.

“Entrapta…” she sucked a thin breath, throat caked with smoke, “was a traitor. What else is there to know?”

Hordak glared, red pupiless eyes teaming with bloodlust.

“I. Trusted. You!”

He seethed, voice breaking but for a moment. Any discernible amount of hurt was quickly laced with hatred. The cannon on his arm spun, whirling red energy all around it.

Well, who’s fault is that?

Catra gasped, flinging herself away from its' aim just in time. The blast of fire and smoke nearly caught her as she dashed down the hallway, faster on four limbs than two, despite the one that cracked in pain each time she attempted to move it. Catra grit her teeth, surging forward in any direction, anywhere away from Hordak’s relentless wrath.

“Your days we're numbered the moment you crossed me!” He shouted, the weapon already recharging.  Catra’s heart pummeled against her chest, each beat crushing. Still she fled.

You did it now you insolent child!

Did you really think you could lie forever? How long did you think you could keep this up?

No...I...took over the Horde...I did! I’ve been running things for awhile now I…

“Ahhhhhhaa!” Catra stumbled, agony in her side caused her to crumple momentarily. She glanced down, hissing at the thick red blood oozing from some unseen wound, through her clothes.

W….when did that ha...happen?

She tried to focus, eyes blinking slowly. She picked herself up, running with a limp now, through another set of doors. The fiery blast sent her forward, her back scalding in agony. The smell of burnt flesh and fur assaulted her nose. This time she tried to land on her feet, but missed, her broken arm hitting against the hard floor. She tilted her head just in time, the side of her mask taking the brunt of the impact.

Breathe….breathe...just stand. That’s it...go... She coached herself through each stab of pain, talked herself through every bruising breath. The same way she’d done as a young cadet when Shadow Weaver would beat her. Even when she’d past the point of fighting, she could endure. That was not nothing. That was what she was best at.

Look around….y...your i...in the B...black Garnet Chamber…

She blinked again, focussing on the fixed point of the large stone for a few dizzying minutes before it came into focus.

“And after I’m through,” Hordak’s estranged threat mounted louder with each step. “You can’t even begin to imagine the punishment’s Horde Prime will inflict upon you.”

Ha! No one’s better at punishing me than myself, she thought bitterly.

Catra ducked behind the massive stone, crouching in the shadows, pressing one hand to the wound at her side. Her fingers instantly growing slick and sticky with red.

“Oh because he’s going to swoop down and fix everything for you at any moment right?”

Fucking idiot...lazy creep! We don’t all have a big brother to come save us! You’re the worthless one! The one who needs saving!

“You’re lying to yourself now!”

Hordak spun, firing off another round from his cannon. Catra shrieked, adrenaline pushed her through the scalding pain, making her dash out of the room once more. Another blast, this one larger, knocked her from her feet, sending her soaring through the air in free fall off one of the Fright Zone’s main buildings. This time she channeled her misery, flipping, feet first, arms spread and stuck the landing.

“Uuuuhhhh, fuck...f...fuck,” Catra half crouched, half fell to all fours.

Run, run, run, just get out of here. GET OUT...go...go….go! She ran forward, towards the forge.

That will buy time, he’ll have to go around the longway.

Catra stopped, panting for breath, large pools of the molten rock below bubbling. The heat wafting towards her from below. She glanced up, towards the massive clawed machines.

I can make it….it’s just a...just a little higher than usual….th...that’s right...I can..d..do it. Even if I don’t...it doesn’t ma…

“Aaarrrhh!” Hordak’s ruefully cry echoed down the hall.

Now or never,

Catra steeled herself from the agony of it and crouched, aiming for her landing point. She pounced, holding her breath with panic before landing clumsily. She rolled, cursing as her arm and side split in agony.

“Ahhh...n...no..hmmmph…”

He’s….a failure! I should be the one Prime rewards! I’ve done more to crush the rebellion then Hordak ever has! Yeah….hahaha! She giggled, for a moment, then straightened, watching Hordak below who had now entered the forge searching for her.

“Why would Horde Prime care about you?” She held her arm tight for fear of crying out in discomfort. “You’re a defect!” She screamed, “a mistake!” He turned, looking up at her with unrivaled hate. “HAVEN’T YOU NOTICED I’M RUNNING THINGS HERE!”

“Argh!”

Beyond words, Hordak swung his cannon, firing another blast toward her. Catra’s heart caught in her throat, letting out a small exhausted gasp before jumping from the platform. She reached out, claws catching on the large suspension tubes. Giddy with wrath Catra somersaulted through the air,  towards Hordak. Coming down fast she seized the arm cannon in one claw, using it to gain purchase and momentum, striking out with her fist, slamming gloved knuckles into Hordak’s face. He groaned, head knocked back. She jumped off his chest and swung around, kicking one leg up and then bringing it down upon the weapon with such a force it split and shattered. Hordak reeled, eyes red and wild, intent to kill. Catra snarled, fangs bared. No matter how hard the Horde had tried to purge her of her more feline instincts, it was a part of her and in her fire tinged wrath Catra now hissed and clawed.

That will show him! Show all of them! He’s no match for me. He’s weak! A weak, lying, fool! He’s not worthy of anything! I’m the one who’s worthy! Ten times stronger than he is!

She landed on two feet again, just in time to jump and smash her foot into his side. Hordak screeched, stumbling backward. She smiled through her misery, watching him slip and slide across the metal floor. Catra huffed for air. Her back still radiated with raw agony, her flesh scrapped and bubbling, her fur burnt. The wound at her side now dripped onto the floor. Still, she stood tall, defiant. They always thought she was a nuisance, a trouble maker who wouldn’t go away. Indeed she was. She’d be a thorn in the side of the Horde until they were all destroyed.

“Now we can fin...finally end...end this! I didn’t need Entrapta, I didn’t need Adora or Scorpia! And….I...DON’T...NEED...YOU!”

Hordak made to regain his footing, but she didn’t let him. Catra lunged, claws out. She leapt on him, yanking out the first one's data crystal with a satisfying rip. Horak backpedaled and she kicked him again once more in the chest for good measure, standing back and watching him falter. He glared at her, clenching his fists. She only stood tall, masking the throbbing in her side

I win

She smiled, cathartic. Sweet dripping satisfaction, shallow but defiant spread across her face.

Let him try me.

Her ears twitched,

Something creaked above them, Catra’s eyes snapped up. Watching as one of the large beams above was pulled taunt and snapped, falling instantly, crushing Hordak where he stood. The whole floor vibrated, a plume of smoke enveloping her for a moment. When it cleared, Catra could only stare.

I...I did...it...I won….

Her arm ached with discomfort. Catra adjusted her footing, her vision beginning to darken.

I...won, I won...I won….

Whether she was trying to convince herself or relish in it. She did not know.

I won… I show them...it...it was worth it….no matter what. It was… I...I’ll…

“Hey Catra.”

That voice...no…

Catra stiffened. All fragile confidence diminished. She turned towards that voice. The wound in her side throbbing. Her vision continued to blur in and out. She stumbled forward, listless.

Blonde hair...red jacket…

NO!

“No! You...c..can’t do this!” Indignation swelled in her chest. “You can’t come in and take this from me now!”

“Woah!” Adora gaped, “I knew this would get a rise out of you but still! You really are obsessed aren’t you? Kitten.”

Double Trouble threw Adora’s head back in laughter. Catra watched, trembling. The rush of excitement and fueled drive to subdue Hordak now evaporated. Overcome by exhaustion.

“You know, it took me a while but I finally figured out your character.” They transformed once more, this time into Catra herself. She shivered, stomach threatening to wretch. Her arms and legs were so heavy….

“You try so hard to be the big, bad villain.” They circled her in her own form, leaning against her nonchalant. Catra flinched as her...Double Trouble’s tail flicked at her nose. “But your heart’s never been in it, has it?” They cocked a brow, inciting a weak fury in her.

“W...what are you…” her voice cracked, trying to keep her eyes open. “Stop! Stop it!’ In blind rage she lashed outward only for Double Trouble to catch her wrist tightly in their grip, pulling her inches from her own blue and yellow eyes.

“People have hurt you, haven’t they?”

Yes, a small childish voice whimpered.

Double Trouble pressed forward, even as they transformed. This time into Shadow Weaver’s omnipresent terrifying form.

“They didn’t believe in you,” that deep voice that had wormed its way into Catra’s soul and burrowed there now bit at her. Catra sniffed, her skin peeled and still radiated heat, each breeze sending searing pain across the bubbling wounds. Double Trouble did not relent, continuing to hold her grip tightly as they pressed forward. They transformed again, this time into Hordak.

“They didn’t trust you.”

Hordak…is he…

Catra tried to glance back over her shoulder to where the Horde Commander now lay but her head spun. She wrapped her free arm around herself, trying to cover her wound. Her knees now quaking.

P…...please...s...stop….stop it. P...please…

Hordak dissolved, changing back again into Adora. Those brilliant blue eyes, even when they weren't her own, starred into Catra cruelly. Double Trouble took her hand pressing it to the side of Adora’s cheek.

So soft….gentle...no NO! Stop it!

Catra let out a weak breath, with no strength to summon tears behind it.

Adora…

Resentment and rage and grief mixed in her stomach. Longing and loathing in equal measure, indistinguishable.

She let out a choking breath, blood sputtering onto her lips. With the last of her strength she wrenched herself free from Double Trouble’s grip, tipping backward onto the ground with a sickening thud, the breath snatched from her lungs.

She tried to get air, desperately, but the wound in her side still leaked. The burns on her back still fresh, each movement sending them splitting open. Her chest threatening to crack.

“But did you ever stop to think maybe they’re not the problem?” Double Trouble’s shadow enveloped her. Catra, heaved for air, trying to look at them with any shred of dignity she had left. They only frowned down at her, before transforming once more. This time she watched in abject horror as they grew larger in stature, shoulders spreading out, tail curling. The shadow overwhelming her now stretched.

No...please….

Scorpia.

If Catra had not already been dying. This sealed her fate for the seventh time. Scorpia’s ever kind, gentle face. A face she herself had brought to tears many times, those large forgiving eyes now sealed...not with contempt but with disappointment. And her words, her voice….

“It’s you. You drive them away, Wildcat.”

“W...why are you doing this?”

Catra begged, breathlessly. Her head was truly sinking now, barely able to  hear Double Trouble’s voice. How much blood had she lost? How deep had her burns gone?

“It’s for your own good darling,” Double Trouble crouched down, mercifully changing back to their own form. “We both know this was never what you really wanted.”

The only thing Catra wanted in this moment, she would get soon enough.

She groaned, glancing at the fingers that still pressed into her bloody wound. Vision clouding a final time, barely able to focus on the screen Double Trouble held before her.  

Tanks, bots, ships, troops, all of them destroyed. Brightmoon was nothing but defenseless. I failed after all.

“Y...you...be...betrayed me,” she gasped through bloody lips. Double Trouble only stood.

“It’s nothing personal darling. You knew how this ended.”

Whatever else Double Trouble meant to say was lost to the erratic beating of her heart. It’s frantic pumping noise rushing through her ears.

She knew the signs by now. Not too much longer…

Double Trouble crouched down before her once more, one long finger flicking her nose.

“End scene,” they pushed her nose and Catra teetered backward, watching them through the haze of her vision as they disappeared down the corridor. She managed to scoot herself backward, sitting up against one of the slabs of metal debris that had come crashing down. Several feet away, Hordak lay still under the rubble.

It’s better this way….Adora….why couldn’t you just stay? None of this would’ve happened if you just...if I had just…Scorpia...I never should’ve...and Shadow Weaver never believed in me. I was a fool to think she ever would. Hordak….Entrapta...i...it’s better like t...this….yeah…..b...better for e...everyone...

Thoughts sloughed together, her vision clouded, she leaned her head back against the hard metal, each breath catching. Catra folded her arms over her middle, trying to curl up, and close her eyes.

Please…..j...just let this be the last time… I don’t want to do this again...please just let me go. I don’t want to...I don’t want to get hurt again… that small girl inside her shriveled and not yet avenged pleaded.

But Catra rarely got what she wanted.

#shera #SheRa and the Princesses of Power #shera fanfic #shera fanfiction #catra #double trouble #adora #she ra hordak #shadow weaver #scorpia #entrapta #hordak #my writing #the nine lives of catra applesauce meow meow #catra angst

[rigelmejo]

march 3/15/2021

im trying to read through tae kim’s grammar guide right now because i’m officially further in the nukemarine LLJ  memrise decks (there’s tae kim grammar guide sections in there) than i am in actually reading the grammar guide. And obviously these example sentences in the memrise deck would teach me more if i CLEARLY understood why they’re like how they are. which i... need to read the grammar guide section to understand lol.

my goal rn with japanese is? to get further in the nukemarine LLJ decks than i did last time. I’ve already mildly accomplished that (have done officially MORE of the tae kim section than before, have NOT redone the 190 common words i did last time i did this though). there are about 400 more cards in this tae kim section (LLJ 4) and then 1000ish cards in the common word section (LLJ 5). I would love to get them done. 

it would be sweet if i could get them done before April 22?/24? whenever Nier Replicant comes out because then I could play that baby in english and japanese! Then Nier Automata! ToT The Entire thing that kicked me back into wanting to study japanese was my old love for certain video games and desperately wanting to know what their stories/characters are like before translation/localization. So it would be cool if I could play them a little ;-; or at least check out lets plays. 

(which, checking out the kh2 lets play has been going pretty well so far... also that part where namine says “we aren’t meant to exist” and roxas says “how could you say such a thing? even if it were true” he says in japanese like “thats brutal/harsh to say. even if its true.” ...great to know that line is equally raw and heartbreaking in japanese lol. KH2′s localization did real good on like equal vibe to original just like ‘less nuanced’ if that makes sense. also thanks to the chinese hanzi i know now watching the KH2 lets play means i can figure out a lot of noun’s writing even though i don’t catch the pronunciation... also i’m catching a lot of words that mean like ‘beautiful/good’ as in like ‘great move’ and ‘dang’ lol.)

i had to stop myself from redoing the chinese flashcards i’ve done in the past! because i get ‘into a zone’ lol. And i really don’t need to waste time redoing those 2000 cards. i also needed to stop myself from doing the hsk 5-6 cards. because realistically? i know half of them, i should just set a lot to ‘ignore’ on the computer but im too lazy, and i’m learning a lot of vocab from reading right now. i don’t need hsk words to pass any test. The words i’m learning right now in reading are a lot more applicable to the actual shows i watch/things i listen to/things i read. its more useful to me to keep reading. and also to not sidetrack my japanese lol. i have read... 39 chapters this month... this month is only half over! hanshe is truly motivating ToT it also helps the story CONSTANTLY ends on cliffhangers so i keep clicking next chapter. who knows, maybe hanshe will help me kick up my reading speed. it already shaved off 10 minutes per 20 pages - now my 20 pages are down to 30 minutes to read, which is better than a few months ago. hanshe has 155 chapters so i HOPE it speeds up my reading lol.

hanshe is increasing my vocab though, its definitely noticeable over time. and hanshe has really good repetition of vocab which helps with learning and later the payoff means i never have to look up the word in future once its learned while it remains useful to me and i keep being reminded of it. after i get bored of hanshe OR i finish it, whichever comes first, its either back to a priest novel or into another pingxie fanfic written by hanshe’s author. The author did one fanfic that’s only 33 chapters so that would be NICE to do after this one lol ToT

summary of what’s turned out to be my studying methods this month:

Japanese:

reading through grammar guides (the one yue-muffin made and tae kim’s). so just grammar explanation reading.

doing nukemarine LLJ decks (in the ACTUAL order they are in the deck to completion - last time i did like 3 per time and never finished any lol. this is bolded because it’s the primary activity i’m prioritizing). so SRS flashcards. it’s working well right now because i can just put this activity in anytime i have downtime, like when i pause shows (since we know me i gotta take a break from a show every 20 minutes lol). i am bafflingly in a flashcard mood and i’m trying to take advantage of it while i got it. 

*when i feel like it: watching kh2 lets play. so some immersion where i look up words. (and when Nier Replicant remaster releases next month I’m likely to at least a tiny bit try to play it in japanese ToT lol we’ll see)

so grammar reading, srs flashcards covering some grammar/listening/reading/vocab, and some optional immersion.

(a note: i gave up on the japaneseaudiolessons for now because i got bored. its a great resource! i just don’t feel like it right now. and from an efficiency perspective, nukemarine LLJ decks cover vocab, grammar, audio, reading - so I don’t need another resource for that right now).

Chinese:

reading through hanshe. so immersion reading, intensive reading looking up unknown words. (unknown words are happening less so its getting less ‘intense’ lol)

listening to Chinese Spoonfed Audio. so listening to audio flashcards. for building up listening comprehension/repetition to pick up some more common words. (i’ve been doing this during daily walks making it much easier for me to consistently do, doing it mainly to supplement the Reading Heavy study i’m doing, i can drop this and pick it up later if i want since its mostly easy background listening)

*I am slowly rereading the grammar guide on www.chinese-grammar.com for explicit grammar clarification. but this is not a high priority, since I sort of implicitly understand a lot of this and i’m not working on fixing production mistakes yet. i just... miss knowing wtf is going on in the grammar lol.

*when i feel like it: Listening Reading The Glass Maiden/Love and Redemption Novel. I’ve done 2-3 hours of it this past week, but i don’t know when or if I’ll just stop. Thankfully l-r is beneficial somewhat even if i switch up books later. i WANT to L-R you have no idea (to Silent Reading and Guardian REALLY badly lol). But its so time intensive, and requires a lot of focus, and i have to really plan to do it for an hour at a time usually. I am so bad at doing stuff for that long consistently. I was in the mood earlier this week! ToT 

*when i feel like it: watching chinese shows raw. I was super in the mood this month because Word of Honor came out, and Killer and Healer came out, and Rattan came out, and I didn’t want to wait for subs. As a result I watched a LOT of raw episodes this month. However, english subs have caught up and since I’m lazy I’m inclined to just watch the subs - especially since youku ITSELF just put english subs on their most-ahead viewing schedule version of the eps on youku vip. so guess who’s buying youuku vip today? -3-)/ That said... even if I stop for a while, if Rattan subs move too slow I’ll probably watch those raw. And as SOON as 2ha’s drama Immortality drops I am highly likely to watch the raws for that since I likely won’t be able to wait. Watching shows is pretty highly dependent on how much I want to watch something and if subs take a while lol. 

so reading, and listening. and a little listening-reading method too. mainly just working on reading, listening, vocab acquisition. chinese is going good - for a few months now i’ve just had the plan ‘read often while looking up unknown words, and add some listening study activity when i have time.’ It’s simple, and its been working well.  later on down the road i’ll need some explicit grammar clarification again, but this is bare bones enough of a study plan at the moment. i’m clearly picking up words and phrases and hanzi at a reasonable pace. its not the Fastest obviously, but it is causing improvement over time and since i’m enjoying it i see no reason to change it up.

ending things

...who knows WHY i am so well focused this month with so much energy... tbh... i track how many chapters i read a month/audio i listen to/show episodes i watch etc, and this month is like as much as 3 other of my usual months combined. also my japanese has been basically ‘dabbling only’ prior to this month.

 although... maybe in part its how i’ve gotten better at reading hanshe? Reading being easier certainly motivates me TO read more. And watching shows was MUCH easier this month (still not ‘easy’ but following the main plot is) which definitely makes me Want to watch more. Also i am... unbelievably motivated by a challenge. I think i got it in my head that i ‘really want to do more of Nukemarine’s LLJ courses and see how much i understand after them’ and now... i really want them DONE. so maybe the current things motivating me will hold out for a while. 

(On the listening-reading front meanwhile, that activity takes SO much concentration its hard to do if i’m tired, BUT i have so many TRANSLATED novels i want to read recently and honestly its fun hearing the chinese narration and audiobook actors so like... i very much Want to do l-r so i can hear them as i read the translation... immovable object of me tired versus how much i’m interested in them lol ToT).

also thank u thank u @a-whump-muffin for sending me those lets plays because honestly it got me so excited again and its so cool to see them!!! <3 <3 and its so much easier to watch them versus committing to playing a whole game myself just yet ToT 

#rant #march progress #march #it is wild how much i've already done this month #i really have done a Lot? #maybe my reading kick from early this month is just transfering to chinese #from january on i read 11 books in english? or 12 #and now hanshe i'm speeding through? i think maybe hanshe just got easy enough to feel like reading a hard english book #and since i was reading english like non fiction i am already in a 'can handle takes a while per chapter' zone #since non fiction takes me like 1 hour for 20 pages or something horrific like that lol ToT

[dzifasblog]

Chapter 4

Read from Chapter 3

It would be a bit of a stretch to say no one had ever rejected me . Yet, it did not happen often and it did not happen when I like like someone. Not only was I rejected but I was also friend zoned. Which is crazy because I usually did the zoning. Everything comes back full circle indeed. It had been a week since I had my ego bruised and I have to say, I was being a big girl about it. With Darcy's friend shooting the cheer "movie", she was left alone a lot of the time. Time she usually spent with me....because we're friends now.

Kill me now!!

Not that I don't enjoy her company. Au contraire, being near her all the time. Listening to her silly jokes, hearing her laugh and the way she would get pa Her boyfriend is one lucky bitch.

I was currently sitting in the house's common room, making use of the uncharacteristic quiet. Seemed like there was some party I was not invited to because the whole house was almost empty. It didn't bother me much; but as time ticked on and Darcy still hadn't made an appearance I became more and more curious.

Darcy did not strike me as a party girl. and her friend could not have dragged her because she had a meeting with Mimi today. (Yes I had learnt the schedule to see what times I could be with Darcy, yes I am a simp.) It took everything in me not to barge out and go look for Darcy: 1. We hadn't made any plans and 2. It would be plain weird. So I stayed my ass in the chair.

A couple of minutes after trying to focus of the copy of Shakespeare in my hand. The door to the common room burst open to reveal Kaitlyn, one of the girls in the opposite dorm. Putting her hands on her knees (thot shit), she tried catching her breath.

"Boys, " she panted. "The boys are here."

So this is why she ran?

All of a sudden it hit me. Darcy hadn't ditched me, she was busy with her boyfriend. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, she hadn't ditched me and that gave me semblance of peace(??) And on the other hand she was with her boyfriend, someone who I didn't need to see to hate.

I was so engrossed in weighing the pros and cons of my love life. (if you can even call it that) That I hadn't realized Kaitlyn had been speaking until Darcy's name came up.

"What did you say about Darcy, sorry I'm hard of hearing" I needed to not come of as too curious.

"Her boyfriend came in a car and brought her a bouquet of flowers," Kaitlyn swooned.

"How do you know that?" It wasn't strange for guys to bring presents to their girlfriend. But I doubt Darcy announced it to the whole school.

"He came in a car, with his friends. He's like a year older," Kaitlyn spoke so animatedly. "He got out of the car with this huge ass bouquet and got on one knee and everything." After narrating the story complete with hand gestures. she fell onto the chair opposite me with all the drama of a Disney princess.

"How romantic," I deadpanned.

"I know right" Kaitlyn sighed completely oblivious to the sarcasm. "I wish someone would do that for me." Men would do the bare minimum and hetero girls would swoon. The bar was in the absolute pits of hell. Also, I doubt Darcy liked all the fanfare around the bouquet of flowers and their delivery. I needed to go see all this for myself.

Standing up I dusted imaginary dust of myself and moved to put the book back in its place. Kaitlyn was still sprawled in the chair with a goofy smile on her face. I do not know what would have happened if she been the one to get flowers. I wanted to say goodbye to her but I doubt she would have heard it over her self-excitement, so I made my way out of the room.

I had not made it far when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to find my longtime friend and partner in crime Robin jogging towards me.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking for your bitch ass everywhere." Robin and I had been friends for as long as I can remember. Our mothers had been bestfriends and roommates in the same sorority house. Our friendship was a given. We lived on the same street, went to the same school and did almost everything together.

We even came out together, him as bisexual and me, as lesbian. This broke our parents who had hoped we would end up together hearts but they got over it. Or at least I think they did.

Ignoring his question, I asked one of my own. "Why is my school crawling with degenerates from your school?"

"Wait you didn't know?" He furrowed his eyebrows in genuine confusion. "We're having some lame ice breaker. Never wrote to you cause I thought this was something you'd have been all over."

"I've been busy," I shrugged.

"Busy doing what?"

"You knowww....this and that" He looked confused. I wanted so desperately to share this whole Darcy thing with someone else but the thought scared me. I don't know what of, but the thought of another person knowing terrified me. Maybe it was the shame of being friend zoned.

"Is it a girl?"

"Wh..what...no" Hesitating and stuttering through your answer is never a good thing. I cast my eyes to the ground to avoid Nico's.

"Uh huh" Was all he said, not buying my bull.  "You know what I think?..." I didn't get to find out what he thought because just then the loud revving of a motorcycle cut through the air, demanding everybody's attention. I looked down to the park in front of out hostel to see one big motorcycle flanked by two smaller ones. I guess the big one belonged to the head honcho.

"Ghost riders," Robin said, coming to stand beside me. "Ninja name, trash guys."

I giggled at that. "I'm guessing they don't tickle your fancy." I teased.

Robin just rolled his eyes at me. "They are bad news, like really really bad news. Like gang shit, and not in a cool fun way but in an you could probably get killed way." My brows shot up at his statement. Gangs were nothing new but high schoolers in a gang would be pretty bad. Imagine being this hormonal and having the equipment necessary to kill.

"That sounds bad,"

"Bad? Try awful. I stay 5 feet away from them all the damn time, I will not be caught up in any of their shit. Not even by accident." Robin was usually very dramatic but something told me he wasn't exaggerating.

Suddenly, the girls seemed to burst out in cheers, I looked down to see the head honcho lip locking with Darcy.

My Darcy! My grip on the railing tightened hard, and I tried leaning forward to get a better look but I felt a hand pull me back. I turned ready to give Robin a piece of my mind before catching myself. Did I really like Darcy enough to yell at Robin?

Robin had one eyebrow arched at me. "I know I said some stuff but you look ready to end him"

I cast one more look at the park and grabbed Robin's hand and started dragging him to the common room where no one would see or hear us. There I spilled my guts about everything till now. Robin sat there quietly listening to me ramble on and on. It felt good to get it all out.  When I was done, he had a very Joker like smile on his face and for once I was grateful he would eventually have to leave.

"I've seen a lot of strange things in my day," he started. "But I have never seen anyone get under your skin so fast."

"You don't get it, she's just amazing" I argued.

"Look at you with heart eyes," Robin teased. I punched him in the arm. "Stop it"

"Ok, ok," he laughed. "Look, I know you think you've met the love of your life but you might want to pace yourself a little. I mean do you really know this girl? Like know know her? She was kissing one of the ghosts for crying out loud."

"I know her," Sort of. "I know she would never be mixed up in some illegal shit." Robin had raised some good points but I knew Darcy would never get mixed in any illegal activities. Or would she?

"How do you know?" Robin asked

"I....I just do, ok?" But did I?

"All things you know about Darcy are very surface level things-"

"I wouldn't consider knowing the way she looks when she comes surface level," I interrupted.

Robin shot me a look but continued anyway. "Why don't you take sometime to get to know her better, like where she's from and where she met her terrible boyfriend." He was right, I knew he was right and judging from the look on his face, he knew that I knew he was right. "Besides," he continued. "You and her are not together so use this friend zone wisely."

"Gah, fine." I hated playing the waiting game, I'm not known for my patience.

"Good," Robin pat my head. " Let's go, I need to get back to school as soon as possible."

"Alright" With that we left the common room and made our way downstairs. I walked Robin over to his ride, a 6'5 muscular guy I was 85% sure he was fucking. "See ya later, alligator." Robin yelled as the car took off.

"You're such a loser." I yelled back as the car disappeared behind the gates.

#~my art~ #writers #my writing #writblr #love #gang life #teendramaedit #gay kiss #motocycle #boarding #boarding school #wlw art #wlw post #wlw writing #im trying my fucking best #please give feedback #love you all #i promise i'll get better #ok #wlw yearning #wip #sexy cute

[toshis-puppycat]

Hello Again Part Four

A/n: so… hi. I’m back and well I’m back in class too (off campus thankfully), but I have like maybe 2 semesters left now??? Idk I just know I’m like 91% done with my bachelor’s degree. I figured since I got some time why not put part four out there. And don’t worry Unfortunately will be updated soon too so keep an eye out 😉 I made myself sad writing this but I hope yall enjoy.

Summary: Shouto and you have a talk about Endeavor and well you’re not happy about that, and well you’re still not ready to talk to All Might. Its a whole mess right now. Thankfully Aizawa might give you something else to focus on. Let you ignore your problems help others.

Word Count: ~6k

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Part Four

“Hatred is in your blood! You are Endeavor’s son!” You heard Yoarashi yell at Todoroki.  It made your blood boil a little. He was not just Endeavor’s son and you could practically feel Todoroki’s rage at Yoarashi’s words as well. Was he really letting his hatred for Endeavor get in the way of him getting his license?  Yoarashi was still yelling at Todoroki. His “cold-blooded father”? Jesus how much did he fuck up before you came back? It seemed like children who weren’t even related to him hated his guts. You ran until the injured bystanders were safely away from the chaos.

“Everyone! This should be far enough. We can put up a barrier to keep these people safe and make sure none of the villains can enter!” You yelled at the other candidates, they all nodded and proceeded to make a barrier with their quirks and a few made sure to guard around them. Keep the injured safe and make sure they can safely be led in. But first. “Deku! There was someone else still there with Todoroki and Yoarashi! We need to get him to safety.” You said to the younger boy. He nodded his head, determination being the only emotion you could see. You held back your flinch. He has the same look. Was your only thought before you immediately pushed it away. Now wasn’t the time. You both ran back to the area Gang Orca was in, seeing the rush of flames being pushed by the wind and headed straight for Shindo! 

Deku, thank god for him being able to run faster, quickly picking up Shindo and running away. Not before looking at the the two who almost let Shindo be burned and going, “Dammit. What are you two doing?!” You felt the same. But pushed away the anger, and quickly prepared yourself for him to make his way back so you could heal Shindo. Watching him hit the floor, made you wince. You could make sure he was okay and then heal Shindo from any brain damage he could have at this moment. You hear Yoarashi scream, Gang Orca decided to take care of them now you supposed. You’ll help them after Shindo, no doubt that Todoroki would be next. But you saw Yoarashi falling. He was so high up before, and now he was falling too quickly. You used your quirk and shot water forward, making sure he could be caught and safely brought to the ground. You couldn’t heal him until you were closer though. That had to do for now. You could see the sidekicks quickly coming to the area, Deku and Shindo were close enough for you to heal him! 

“I’ll take care of this.” You heard him say before he put his hands on the ground and made the ground quake. Stopping the villains from coming any closer. You quickly ran to them, placing your hands on him and have your quirk do its magic.

“I thought you couldn’t move because of his blast.” You heard Deku say. Shindo gave you a look at the feeling of your hands on his arm, he wasn’t as tense anymore. 

“My extremities are still pretty numb, but I’ll bounce back. Soundwave aren’t that bad. Not much different from my vibrations.” He lost the pained look on his face. “So I’ve built up a pretty good tolerance to them. Might be the first time I’ve been thankful for that recoil. Anyway. I was trying to get a surprise attack in on that whale! And those two first years ruined it.” He said, looking beyond frustrated. Izuku just looked a little taken aback.

“Shindo you were out before they came to the area. Do not blame my students.” You said calmly.

He looked a little sheepish at you calling him out, but continued, “I’ve tripped the henchmen. Now you make sure they’re out of the game. We’ll split up and get the remaining injured to the shelter.” He said, you could see Deku get those familiar green sparks around him before quickly running through the ruined area. 

“Okay Shindo do you need to be healed anymore? Or will you be okay? I know you may be used to it but I can still heal you if needed.” You said, but then a burst of wind and fire rose from the area that you knew Gang Orca was with Todoroki and Yoarashi. Shindo nodded. 

“I should be alright, thank you.” He looked more relaxed. You saw your students quickly running to the area as well, they surrounded the henchmen nearby. You helped Shindo get on his feet. 

“We need to get you out of here. You’ve done enough. There are others here to help now.” He almost scowled at you, but the look you gave him left no argument. And you two left as quickly as possible to the evacuation area. It looked like most of the HUC people were evacuated, the test would be over soon. When you two made it to the area you heard a buzzer sound.

“Um, yeah, so, at this time, all of the HUC members who were deployed have been rescued from the disaster zone. It may seem anticlimactic, but with this, the provisional licensing exam has officially been completed. After we tally the scores, we’ll announce the results here in the arena. Anyone injured should go to the infirmary. The rest of you are free to change clothes and wait wherever you like.” Mera said, you gave a sigh of relief. 

“Okay, time for you to go to the infirmary.” You said. “And no, you’re going. I can’t heal everything ya know.” You smiled at the younger hero, he gave you a tired look. You helped him to the infirmary and quickly dropped him off, you needed to change into more comfortable attire. 

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“Okay. Everyone. Thanks for your hard work in todays exam.” Mera began, you all looked towards the podium. “Now, before I announce the results. I should probably explain the way we evaluated you. Between the HUC, and those of us at the Heros Public Safety Commission, we had a two-fold demerit system that we used to determine your total scores. In other words, we were evaluating you based on how few mistakes you made in a crisis situation. Anyway, the names of those who passed are listed here in alphabetical order. Keep my words in mind as you search the screen for your name.” Mera continued, moving his arm towards a large screen, the names automatically flashing up. You quickly searched for your name, finding it fairly quickly. Y/l/n Y/n. You felt yourself smile, you did it. You could hear all of the students exclaiming in relief. It looked like they all passed! But then you felt it. The frustration coming off of Bakugo and you quickly searched for his name in the list. Bakugo, Katsuki wasn’t on the list. As you searched, neither were Yoarashi, Inasa or Todoroki, Shouto. You almost winced at the yelling that occurred with Yoarashi and Bakugo. One being frustrated with himself and the other… well he was very upset that he didn’t pass. Todoroki seemed to be lost in thought after noticing he didn’t pass.

“Todoroki.” You heard, Yoarashi walking to him. You held yourself back from walking forward and just watched as the two staired at each other for a moment before Yoarashi bend down in apology slamming his head into the ground once more. You moved forward in that moment, wincing as Todoroki moved back in shock. “I’m sorry!” Yoarashi yelled. “Its my fault you didn’t pass the licensing exam. My focus was too narrow minded. Forgive me!" 

Todoroki had a passive look, before softening slightly. He looked ashamed for a moment before saying, "You’re fine. I was the one who got us off to a bad start.”

“But, still–!”

Todoroki cut him off, “And thanks to the things you said to me, I have a lot to think about.”

Ashido was shocked at the fact Todoroki failed, you felt so proud though. You missed so much of this kid’s life and he’s already learned a valuable lesson. The personal feelings had to be let go, in order for someone to be who they want to be. Then you remembered you forgot to heal Yoarashi, he was already gone, probably headed to the infirmary instead.

“So, next we’ll give you the printouts of your results. They include a breakdown of your scores, so you’ll know exactly what areas you need to improve going forward.” You could hear the excited chatter of the students around you. “Y/l/n.” You heard, turning to face the member of the HPSC. He handed you the paper. You looked it over. Not many points were taken off for you it seemed, but to be fair you know how to deal with civilians and how to keep villains away. The few years of experience you had before coming forward helped you more than you’d like to admit. “We lopped off points when you did something wrong. Fall below 50, and you were done. These demerits are itemized on your results forms, as you’ll see, so I’d look at them.” You could hear Iida saying something about being thankful for the evidence about what to improve on. “Anyway, moving forward, those of you who passed can exercise the same authority as pro heros, but only during emergency situations. Except of course the one who just needed to renew their license. In other words, fighting villains, saving the victims of criminal acts or accidents. You may act using your best judgment, with no direct orders. Keep in mind that your every action from now on carries with it a deep responsibility toward bettering our society, and that the world is watching you. I’m sure you’re aware that All Might, our greatest hero, no longer has his incredible power. One of the reasons crime in this country has been so low is due to his presence. With that deterrent gone, criminals are sure to become bolder and more widespread. Expect the balance we currently have in our world to be destroyed, and for things to change quickly. You young people will be the hope for our future. It’s imperative that you become exemplary heros. That your reputations grow to suppress crime as did his. Remember, the license you earned today is provisional, and you still have much to do, except for the one who renewed theirs of course. I would like for you to think of yourselves as fledglings, and be even more diligent in your studies. And as for those who fell short and did not pass. We don’t have time for you to feel bitter about your loss. Instead, we offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After you attend a three-month-long special course and pass an individual test, we plan to issue a provisional license to those of you who failed as well.” Mera said, you could hear all the students who failed cheer at the revelation. Mera continued on, “In order for us to reach the idyllic future that I just spoke of, we’re going to need as many good heros on the streets as we can get. The first round was one to weed people out. But we would like to grow the 100 selected in that test as much as possible. That’s why we watched you all until the end. So we could see for ourselves that you each have promise. That once your shortcomings are corrected, you have the potential to be as great as your fellow classmates. This special course will keep you busy, as it will run concurrently with your normal studies. You’re welcome to retake the exam in April if you prefer to wait.” You could hear Bakugo yelling “Oh, like hell!” And turned over to look at Todoroki, Iida and Midoryia said they were rooting for him. These kids were one step closer to becoming the heros they wanted to be, and you were going to be able to watch them grow. 

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You all received your licenses. You were stopped by Mera just before you left, he asked you if you could attend the event for the next hero rankings along with perhaps the extra lessons for the students who failed. You were a good hero, and they wanted to honor you and well it might help students seeing you there, you took the test with them after all. You smiled at the man and just said “There’s no need for all of that, I’m happy to go. But I must decline the offer to honor what I’ve done. It was my job, and I wouldn’t have done anything differently.” They accepted and you confirmed your attendance for both events. You walked out, seeing Aizawa and Ms. Joke just outside talking. Joint training would definitely be a good idea. You saw Midoryia excitedly ask a shiketsu student about their training, you smiled. He’s a great kid. 

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The students were gathered in the common room, excitedly chattering and talking about how classes would start the next day. 

“Everyone, make sure you don’t stay up too late tonight and well. Celebrate a little if you’d like. I’ll be in my room if any of you need me.” You said, you saw Yaoyorozu and Iida nod at your statement and smiled at the two. They’d know when to come to you thankfully. You left for your room, but not before hearing Bakugo tell Midoryia to meet him “out front later”. It made you pause for a second. You needed to talk to Aizawa about that. Bakugo went through a lot already. A slime villain attempting to kill him, being kidnapped at the training camp. He needed some help, his explosive personality could only excuse some of his reactions. Todoroki stopped you just before you entered your room. You looked to him, and he gestured to the room, silently asking for permission to talk alone. You let him in. It was time to have that conversation. You hoped it wasn’t as bad as you could feel it was.

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It was bad. He told you everything. How his father married his mother, how he married her for her quirk and you’d never felt so disgusted with yourself and with him. You asked him about Rei and he said that it just seemed right and he wanted to just be married. You should have known. But then his son told you the true purpose, creating the perfect child. One that would defeat All Might. And you felt so furious. How dare he? How fucking dare he do that to his family? Like he didn’t remember the immense pressure his parents forced on him. It startled the younger boy when you fell to your knees in a bow. Apologies coming from you with no stop. You looked up at the young boy, the child who had been failed by you and by his father. You were furious, but you pushed that emotion down, along with your feeling of self depreciation. You really just believed him. That easily, because he was your childhood friend? Father was right. Even with that quirk, you’re a stupid girl. You asked Todoroki if you could also apologize to his family, he looked a bit shocked. Not expecting it perhaps? But you felt responsible, after all you should have known he was acting fishy when you found out he was married through another source instead of him. Todoroki only said it wasn’t your fault, giving a small smile. He did appreciate it, and said he would speak to his siblings about you. If they even knew about you. But it seemed like he was happy to have you on his side, and that you believed him over knowing his father since childhood. You let him out of the room, and after he left you wept. 

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It was after curfew, and you knew when everyone went to bed with being so close to the common room. Bakugo and Midoryia were going to talk. But you weren’t so sure about it being a good idea at the moment. You have to tell Aizawa, you started making your way to his room. You caught Aizawa just after he left his room thankfully and walked with him to the doors. The both of you bumped into All Might as soon as you exited the building, 

“All Might?” You asked, your voice didn’t crack nor did you feel any tears coming forward. He looked startled for a moment. Like he forgot that you were there or that you also lived on campus. 

“Ah, Aizawa,  Y/n.” He said, you just nodded in response. You tried to ignore the feeling in your chest. It wasn’t the time to think about it but, well, it felt a lot like heartbreak.

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You were avoiding him, he wasn’t stupid. He could tell something changed. You weren’t around him anymore, you’d happen to leave the room to do something when he would enter. It was obvious you knew that you two needed to talk. He wanted to beg you at this point, he wanted to pull you close and beg you.

“Midoriya and Bakugo. Why am I not surprised to hear that. I understand they’re at the practice field.” Aizawa said.

“Yes I wanted to catch you before you went. I’ve known those two since before they came to U.A. And I’ve given the pair quite a bit of thought. Will you leave them to me for now? I’ll bring them back.” All Might asked. Aizawa nodded and looked at you, the two of you were going to get the two boys but now… 

“I’ll heal them when you get back.” You said. And he had to leave, you weren’t going to walk with him to get the two students. He’ll try to talk to you after everything is taken care of. After All Might left Aizawa gave you a look and sighed.

“What did you need to tell me?” He asked after All Might left. 

“I believe Bakugo needs therapy.” You began, walking back inside.

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It took them a while to get back. Must have taken a while to find them and be able to stop their fight. You should’ve gone and helped him- you stopped the thought. You winced looking at the two boys wrapped in Aizawas’ capture weapon. 

“You fought the night you finished the preliminary hero licensing exam? I’m glad to see you two have so much energy.” He said, and boy were you glad you graduated 20 years before this. Aizawa would’ve popped a blood vessel. 

“Aizawa, wait, hold up with those restraints. It’s my fault that they spared in the first place.” All Might said, and Aizawa gave him a look that screamed what the hell. 

“Your fault? And how it that?” He asked, All Might moved forward, to whisper in Aizawa’s ear. After he was finished whispering, Aizawa let his capture weapon loosen and it fell from the two as you allowed your quirk to work. They weren’t terribly injured thankfully. “I understand that they felt they had to break the rules. But this isn’t something I can just ignore. There must be a suitable punishment. Who threw the first punch?” He asked.

“I did.” Bakugo said, he sounded pissed and tired. You didn’t give any look to the two boys. 

“I also went pretty hard. It wasn’t just him.” Midoryia said.

“You’re both on house arrest. Four days for Bakugo and three for Midoryia. During that time, you’ll clean all the common areas in the dorm, morning and night. Plus, I want a written apology.” Aizawa said, pulling his capture weapon away completely. “Y/n?” You turned to face him

“They weren’t injured much. Just scrapes, I just had to clean them.” You said. Then you turned to the two boys once more. “If either of you are injured, or if a previous injury hurts, please, let Recovery Girl or I know. And we can help you.” The two boys nodded at you.

Aizawa sighed, and All Might finally let his hands fall to his side. “That’s all! Go.” He told the two boys. And they left. You were about to leave the room as well, but All Might stopped you, grabbing your arm gently. It left you two alone, you weren’t ready for this. Not now.

“Y/n-” he began, but you cut him off, you still weren’t facing him.

“We should really head to bed now. It’s late and classes start back up tomorrow.” You said. 

“Y/n, we need to-”

“I can’t.” You said, your voice cracked a little, and the barrier you made was cracking, slowly crumbling. If he tried talking to you, well you don’t think you could handle actually hearing him say that Midoriya is his kid or that he was with someone and didn’t know how to tell you. Or didn’t want to tell you yet. Hearing your voice crack made him let you go, and you quickly left the room. You didn’t let any tears fall until you were in the safety of your room. You didn’t sleep that night. 

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There was one good thing about your struggle with sleeping regularly, you were able to do some research on what kind of heros Toshinori and Enji were like. Toshinori was, of course, one of the best heros, he was number one as long as you’d been gone, a symbol of peace. Enji was number 2, and well… he was a good hero. He was good at his job, he caught villains. But… you thought he’s so angry. He looks furious when he’s fighting, and what if he’d injured the people around him? It’s like he doesn’t care. The top searches even pointed it out to you. The people thought he was terrifying, they didn’t like him. Again just how much did he fuck up for people to dislike him this much. He’s always had a temper, one that you excused for a passion. One that screamed, I want to protect people. But now… watching how he worked… it wasn’t passion. It was just a bad temper that’s gotten out of control enough times for the public to know and well fear it. I need to talk to Todoroki. I need to get his siblings out of that house, away from their father. You thought of leaving your room and making your way to the school building. You just saw Iida feeling “the dilemma of being a class rep”, poor boy. Then you saw another student antagonizing your students.

“I heard a little rumor about Class 1-A.” You heard him begin, “Two people! You had two people fail the licensing exam, you losers!” He yelled, and he looked a little crazed.

You heard Sero say his name was Monoma. And Kaminari said he was “just as unhinged as usual”. Your students antagonize him as well, Kirishima saying he must’ve been the only one to fail in his class just like in their final before you came. He didn’t actually all of class 1-B passed their licensing exam. It made you proud, even though you didn’t see anyone’s growth.

Monoma’s gaze was on you now. “And a new student who wasn’t even in your class! Even she passed!” He started, and it looked like he was going to continue but you cut it off before he could.

“Class 1-B good job on getting your licenses.” Most of them beamed at the praise. “And I’m not a student. I’m a pro hero, that’s an assistant at U.A for the time being.” You said, then you looked towards the Monoma. “Monoma, I do hope you understand that being a hero isn’t a competition. And if you think of it as that, maybe you shouldn’t be a hero.” You said, he winced at the tone and so did the rest of class 1-B. All you could even think about with that was Endeavor. A competition. Saving people isn’t a competition. One of his classmates cut into the conversation thankfully, having a harsh statement thrown at him needed the distraction anyways.

“Accordin’ ta teacher Vlad, we’ll have classes together this semester– doesn’t that sound like it’ll be fun? I’m looking forward to it.” She said, smiling. Her posture took on a cheery form. It was adorable, until you saw Monoma whispering in her ear. Her posture changed again into a more “lets go!” pose and she said “Touch me and I’ll pummel you till yo mama doesn’t know ya.” You noticed Monoma laughing nearby and sighed, closing your eyes a bit. At least Aizawa knew what would happen with his class. The laughing stopped and another student in 1-B said “stop filling her mind with crazy.” God you were too tired for this apparently. You moved forward to the classroom. You weren’t going to go to the assembly they were having, so you just stuck with preparing the classroom, whatever needed to be done.

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“Okay, starting today we’ll resume our regular classes and training schedule. I know a lot has happened recently, however, you need to switch gears and focus on your school duties. We’re lecturing today, but this semester you’ll have even harsher training than before.” Aizawa stated, Ashido said something to Asui but Aizawa just said “Like to share, Ashido?” Interrupting the girls question. Asui interrupted Ashidos’ panic though.

“Excuse me, sir may I ask a question?” You started spacing out, only coming back to when Mic entered the room. And Aizawa pulled you away.

“Y/n. I have to ask you for some assistance. There is a case I’m going to be working on with other pro heros, and we may need you on hand for defense and healing.” He began, you followed along just nodding your head. It’d be good to do something like this. Get the hang of everything again. 

“I’d be happy to help Aizawa.” You said, and he nodded. 

“You should meet with Nighteye soon then. He’s the one at the head of the planning.” He said, and you nodded. 

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“Y/n sensei?” Todoroki called out that night. You looked over to the younger boy. “My sister asked if I could come over tomorrow. And she said father asked if you could come as well.” He said and you nodded.

“I would love to go, Todoroki. Thank you for letting me know.” You said, and he nodded back.

“Thank you y/n sensei.” And with that he left to go to his room.

Well, seems like you’re going to be beating Endeavor up much sooner than you anticipated.

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The next day you got ready. You wanted to look nice meeting the Todoroki siblings, they didn’t know you, and you really wanted to make a good impression. And well let them know they could come to you for any help against their father. You exited your room, making your way to Aizawa.

“Hey, Aizawa. Todoroki and I will be leaving soon. We’ll be back before curfew.” You said, he nodded.

“Todoroki let me know as soon as his sister asked.” He said. You both heard footsteps and turned to the source, it was of course Todoroki. 

“Y/n sensei, Aizawa sensei.” Todoroki said after he popped up, the younger boy nodded at you. It was time to go to a dinner you supposed.

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“What should I call them?” You asked suddenly, you should’ve done it before you were suddenly in front of the Todoroki household, but well. Things happened.

“You should just ask them what they want to be called.” He said calmly. But you could tell he felt a bit jittery about being back so soon after being at the dorms. You placed your hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“I’ll do that then. Remember, you’ll be safe with me here.” You said, and he gave a small, very small miniscule smile and nodded at you. The door opened, his sister, Fuyumi, was standing behind it. She brightened seeing Shouto.

“Shouto!” She cried out, immediately pulling the younger boy into a hug. “It’s different without you here.” She said, he relaxed into the hug. It made you smile. Then she noticed you. “Ah, you must be Ms. Y/l/n?” She asked. You nodded in response.

“Hi, I’m sorry I couldn’t meet any of you sooner but…” you trailed off. You did kinda just get thrown 20 years forward. She just nodded and reached her hand out. 

“I’m Fuyumi.” She said. Oh thank God.

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The dinner was so awkward at first. No one was talking, Natsuo was glaring at you, while Enji just looked pleased to have you there. Poor Fuyumi and Shouto looked awkward and you could practically feel the questions they wanted to ask. Who are you? Why didn’t father talk about you (which you couldn’t answer, God this was a disaster) Natsuo broke the silence and it made you want to die.

“Are you fucking our father?" 

You could hear the three other people choking with you at the question, you turned towards Enji and well he didn’t look like he’d deny it right now. Because of the choking.

"I’m more likely to fight him.” You said when you stopped choking, Shoutos eyes widened, Fuyumi looked panicked. Natsuo almost brightened at the comment and you turned towards your childhood friend. “How about after dinner we show your kids what an old man you are?” You asked him, he looked mildly insulted. Shouto looked at you, you could tell he almost felt pity for his old man. Almost.

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You knew they’d all been in this room at one point, for their “training”. And now you were in there, preparing to fight your childhood best friend, a friendly spar of course. Just like you used to. Unfortunately, for him well. You were very upset learning how he treated his children. His three children. They didn’t need to do anything other than what they wanted and he twisted it like his parents twisted him. 

“Remember don’t hold back old man.” You said, looking at Enji. Natsuo looked incredibly excited, Shouto looked like he was going to finally crack a full smile and poor poor Fuyumi looked a little panicked. You smiled at them and gave a cheeky grin. He bristled at that. And suddenly the fight started. Quirks were allowed, because you said you had the best quirk to protect them, creating a barrier around them was easy for you. He made his first move (as always, he was never very patient) throwing fire in your direction which quickly fizzled out when you brought up water to counter it and then he basically charged at you. It was like this for a while. Until finally he was charging at you again and you jumped over him, quickly landed on his shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as best as possible and threw yourself backwards, using your quirk you made everything shift slightly, like all the liquid moved to one side (like when blood rushes to your head, that’s how you always remembered it) It left him off balance. This moron really forgot your true specialty, didn’t he? After all, the body is at least 70% water. You were both on the floor and you had him in a choke hold. “Yield!” You yelled at him, the water covering his children went away drenching him so he couldn’t bring his flames to burn you in any way, leaving him sputtering. 

“I yield.” He ground out. Teeth clenching. He was pissed you beat him apparently.

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” Natsuo yelled, quickly coming to where you two were. “I’ve never seen anyone beat the old man before!" 

It made your blood boil, you gave a sharp look to him, hiding it behind a tense smile. "It’s been a while, you haven’t gotten creative while I was gone old man?” You said, it sounded teasing. Like you weren’t mad at him too, but you knew he knew that you found out what he’d done. Natsuo helped you up, just as Fuyumi attempted to help their father up. She’s very sweet. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a good spar, y/n.” He said, and you almost brizzled at the comment. Yeah when you try to beat the shit out of your kids that happens. 

“We should talk, since it’s been a while. And Shouto can spend some quality time with his siblings!” You said, purposefully being extra cheery. Natsuo grinned, quickly pulling in a dazed Shouto under his arms.

“Yeah, we don’t mind spending some time with little Shouto.” He said, Fuyumi smiled. And they walked away just like that. You turned to your childhood friend. 

“We should go to your office.” You said simply. He gave a terse nod and began walking. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.

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You were pissed and when you made your way inside, that happy smile you usually wore was absent. It made him remember how you were before you both attended U.A. before you softened yourself up and became more approachable. It was devastating to see that look on your face again. 

“So are you going to tell me why two of your kids hate you? Or am I going to have to tell you why?” You said, you were barely holding back your rage at him. “Do you want to tell me why I recognized the look all of your children have when they look at you Enji?" 

He pointedly ignored that part. Recognizing a look? You must be insane to think that. 

"Y/n-” he began.

“Don’t you fucking dare Enji.” You snarled out. “Don’t you dare look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t abuse your children!” You yelled out finally crying for his family, he took a step away from you in shock. You were crying. You didn’t cry, you wore a smile and held back the negative. You were always like that after you started at UA. You were strong. But now you were in his home office, crying. “I thought, I thought that when either of us had kids. That we agreed Enji. We said we wouldn’t be our parents for them. And what I learned? You saw everything and said, ‘mother and father were right’ and you-” you cut yourself off, you stopped to take a deep breath to calm down. You felt so much anger blowing up at him but now it was just disappointment. “You wonder why your children hate you Endeavor? The way you raised them. Attempted to, for three-”

“Four.” He said, cutting you off and you looked up alarmed.

“Four?” You whispered. “You… I cannot believe you." 

He gave you a condescending look before speaking again. "The first three were failures. But then Shouto was born and when he turned 4 he could control my fire and her ice, he was the perfect blend to be the future number one-” you interrupted him with a slap to the face. Both your hand and his face were an angry shade of red, and there was an emotion he couldn’t recognize in your eyes. 

“You wonder why they hate you, Enji? It’s because you raised them like that. All that hatred builds up. And then you’ll be left alone and vulnerable.” You said, you were tired, disappointed and done. “People told me you were an angry, bitter person Enji. They looked me in the eyes and said you were going to be an angry bitter man.” You said, turning away from him. “I thought they were wrong.” You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes red from the tears. “You saved me when we were younger, Enji. But now I have to save your children. And I have to save them from you.” You said, opening the door and furiously wiping away your tears. “I hope you’re happy, Enji.” You walked out, using your quirk to destroy any trace you had of crying. You had a job, and your job was to be strong and to protect people, to protect everyone who needed to be protected. The people in this world who can smile are always the strongest. You remembered the little boy who told you what his mother said, you remembered the furious tears. And you remembered why you wanted to be a hero. But it was disappointing to see that Enji- no… Endeavor lost his reasons. But you just took another deep breath and smiled, you had to make sure you and Shouto returned to the dorms safely. 

And when you did return to the dorms, you didn’t see the beeline Shouto made for Midoryia, nor did you hear the whisper of “Midoryia she made my father eat the floorboards of the training room, I think I love her.” As a choked sound came out from the boy who was cleaning. You were just trying to keep yourself together, keeping a non-threatening smile on your face. You had to be strong. That night you slept. There were no pleasant dreams though.

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The next day passed quickly enough, and Midoryia was allowed back, already apologizing to everyone when you entered the classroom. Aizawa thankfully started the class before he could do more. 

“Morning. Now that Midoryia is back, we’ll go into more detail about what the work studies entail. Go ahead and come in.” He said, turning towards the opening door. “I’ll have people who’ve experienced them firsthand explain. I suggest you carefully listen as they point out how work studies differ from internships.” You could see Midoryias face, he looked quite shocked seeing the students. Must’ve seen one of them before, you turned to Aizawa, looking at the three students. “These three are third years at UA. They rank at the very top of our student body. You may know them as the Big Three.” He finished, two looked at you curiously, while one looked like he was trying hard to not be noticed, while he snuck a glance at you. You smiled at the three, two gave you a blinding one back while the third gave a more timid smile back. It reminded you of being apart of the Big Three yourself. Just you and- you stopped the thought. Not today.

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[captainchrisfics]

Call It Even

About: First-person pov narrator is one of those doctors that consults on medical shows/movies for the sake of accuracy (God forbid I find the actual word for it anywhere on Google…) but it happens to be a project starring the one and only Chris Evans. After a little sexist slip up, he spends the fic trying to make it up to her. With absolutely not a single ulterior motive, mind you.

Word Count: 2,351

Requested By: Anon! Thanks for submitting this and being patient with me. Hope it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. x

P.S. This is so unabashedly and unapologetically inspired by Code Black, my favorite medical drama based on an eye-opening documentary. Totally check out the show and the doc if you haven’t, it’s had my heart since I was like 16. Neal Hudson in the first season, at least. And please forgive any inaccuracies, I did a bit of research for this one, but there’s not a ton available for this sort of thing.

“It’s weird having you here, not gonna lie,” Jack remarked with a smirk. He crossed his arms and looked me up and down, taking in the sight of me standing on his movie set.

He was right, it was weird for me to be here too, but I just told him to shut up and focus. I took aim and tossed the next grape into the air between us, which my friend ducked and nearly dove for and somehow failed to catch it in his mouth anyway.

“It’s weird that you’re still so bad at this,” I said with a snort. Playing catch with our food was a way we’d been killing time since our high school study hall, which he was just as bad at even back then.

Jack climbed off the floor with a pout. “This isn’t in my job description,” he argued, rolling his eyes. Since our first food-catching contest, my type-A, detail-oriented best friend had managed to land a job as a script supervisor. 

Lord knows he wouldn’t have made a good pitcher. He wound up and tossed a grape into the air way higher than he meant to, but I caught it between my teeth easily.

“Mine either,” I remarked, smiling smugly. Truth was, a movie set was way out of my wheelhouse. Typically, by now I’d be scrubbing in for surgery or sifting through mountains of paperwork, but today was different. This morning I was making the most of my M.D. by filling in for the medical consultant on Jack’s latest project. It was a movie following a guy’s residency experience in an inner-city ER more like a war zone, based on some documentary, but I didn’t know much other than that. The perks of being hired last minute.

While I didn’t think Jack would find my snide remark all that funny, I certainly didn’t expect the way he stood up straighter and stiffened his upper lip. My face contorted with confusion as I tried to ask what was up with him, but his attention was focused over my shoulder. 

There was a man I think I’d recognize anywhere. Even with his grown scruff and dark hair, the gentle curve of his torso transitioning from his wide shoulders to small waist was familiar. He was smiling so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes, something I wasn’t used to seeing on screen, as he shook everyone’s hand. It was early in the morning, but he seemed peppy enough that he’d already been awake for hours. He was trailing behind the director, who was introducing the actor to everyone on set, but he stopped to laugh at something I couldn’t hear the cameraman say. His hand rose and touched his pec as he threw his head back with laughter I’d recognize a mile away.

“You didn’t tell me Chris fucking Evans was going to be here,” I hissed to Jack between the gritted teeth of my smile. I would’ve tried to hide the dark-circles that came with a night on call behind some concealer.

“And this is the script supervisor and medical consultant,” the director said, although his attention was more devoted to the clipboard in his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor…?” Chris asked, reaching for a last name as he extended his hand to Jack. 

My friend looked between the hand and me with raised eyebrows and a slack jaw, taking offense on my behalf. I stretched to meet his hand and gave it a firm shake as I said, “That’d be me, actually.”

“Oh…” Chris sighed, processing his mistake. His face contorted with embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing as he kicked himself internally. “I didn’t- Well, I mean, I’m really sorry,” he said with wide eyes like a plea for forgiveness.

“Happens,” I shrugged him off, although it still felt his words land in the bottom of my stomach. After years of people hearing “doctor” and assuming “man,” the impact of the punch starts to dull. At first, I would grimace and snap back, but now I could smile through the wince. “I’ve gotten used to it. Nothing personal.”

“That’s a shame,” Chris answered with more sincerity than I anticipated. 

I nodded and chewed on my bottom lip, a little taken aback. I nervously retracted my hand as I realized, somehow, he was still holding it and tucked my hair behind my ear. Every bit of the excitement I’d felt for meeting Captain America was replaced with a terrible awkwardness that filled the space between us like air.

“Well,” Chris said, clearing his throat. He ran the hand I’d shook through his hair as he smirked. “It’s nothing compared to saving lives, but I hope you enjoy working on our set. We’re lucky to have you.” He smiled, genuinely and in recovery, this magnetic charisma washing over him and rolling off his aura like waves. 

“I just hope I never have to see another tv doctor break seizure protocol by pinning a patient down,” I snorted, rolling my eyes at my own bad joke.

Chris laughed, probably just to be nice, as he straightened his white lab coat by the lapels. “I won’t let you down,” he promised. Chris stood there looking at me with his undivided attention, as if he didn’t have a filming schedule to keep or dozens of more crew members to meet. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the fiery blush of my cheeks spreading with every second until the director cleared his throat and kept tugging Chris along.

I turned to Jack, my mouth opening and shutting just like the fish out of water I felt I was, as I tried to put words to the feelings in my chest or the thoughts in my head. He didn’t have any to offer either though, only wide, shocked eyes.

“I can’t believe he thought you’d be a man,” Jack said incredulously, almost breathlessly.

“Please,” I retorted, brushing him off with a wave of my hand. “I’m used to that. What I can’t believe is that anyone could think you were a doctor.”

Jack shoved my shoulder as he rolled his eyes, their playful glint giving him away. 

The next time I saw Chris, he was knelt on a gurney, straddling the dummy “patient” he was meant to be treating in his grand entrance. He was put in scrubs and spritzed with faux sweat to make it look as though he’d been working on saving people with every last ounce of himself, totally not because it made him glisten like the heavens under the fluorescent hospital lights. He seemed focused though, with the tip of his tongue peeking out between his chapped lips and his thick brows knitted together in mock concentration, as he was wheeled to the Trauma Bay. 

But it didn’t take an expert’s eyes to see that Chris’s hands were far too low, so the only thing he’d be giving anyone was a sick stomach instead of CPR, and his rhythm was completely off.

And then his shoulders started shaking as he chuckled, dropping his head in a dry laugh. Through the camera’s screen, I watched Chris look at the lens’s operator with this shit-eating grin as he scoffed and said, “I bet this looks pathetic, huh?”

Then he turned to me, this spark in his eye that caught fire in my stomach. “Mind showing me how to do this? I thought I could fake it ‘til I made it, but evidently…” Chris trailed off as he sat up, leaning back on his heels invitingly.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my folding chair. “Isn’t that your job?” I teased with raised eyebrows at Chris, whose smile only grew.

“I thought this was yours?” he volleyed back, one of his eyebrows reaching its peak.

“At least for today,” I rolled my eyes, albeit more playfully than I’d intended. I hopped up and met him at the side of the gurney, trying to ignore all the eyes on us.

I instructed Chris to resume the position he’d had before, leaning over the dummy. I tucked myself between his arm and ribs. “You want to have your hands like this,” I said, showing him how I tucked the fingers of my left hand between that of my right and placed my palm over the chest’s sternum. 

We were impossibly close, every breath borrowed from the other, and suddenly I was kicking myself for the third cup of coffee. It was funny, seeing someone covered in “sweat” but smelling so much like a fresh shower.

“Push about two inches deep thirty times,” I said. Chris put his hands over mine, guiding his hands with mine as I placed pressure on the sternum, making it hard to focus. I definitely miscounted by at least a dozen, but Chris didn’t mention it. I had a feeling he wasn’t being the most attentive either. All I could feel was his chest pressed against my back and my heart pounding so hard it felt like ready to break a rib.

“Before you pinch the nose, lean the head back, and breathe,” I demonstrated, moving Chris’s hand to the stomach so he could feel it inflate. Once I pulled away, he followed my lead.

“I think I get it now,” he said as he sat up, tongue tracing his bottom lip. He blinked slowly, blue eyes growing glazed. 

“You’re welcome,” I responded, clearing my throat and stepping away from Chris without another beat passing between us, as quick as you’d drop a pan after getting burned.

Chris frowned slightly and only for a second, though I still caught the deep creases that carved themselves into the corners of his lips and in between his furrowed brow. “Thanks,” he said, almost disappointed, if I didn’t know any better.

I tried to keep my distance after that. Mostly because there were way too many minor, infuriating inaccuracies I couldn’t give any input on for the sake of the storyline so I figured I might as well take a step back. But, if I’m honest, it was partly because I was trying to avoid a certain star as well.

I stood at the snack table, staring at a bowl of apples and trying to figure out exactly what happened earlier. Make some sort of sense of the butterfly wings fluttering so furiously in my stomach I was starting to feel ill. 

Then, almost like I was speaking of the devil, Chris appeared out of thin air. He leaned against the table, saying something about how sitting on the sidelines between takes he wasn’t in was the worst part. “But I’ve been looking for a chance to really apologize to you since this morning,” he said dejectedly, that goosebump-inducing gaze flitting from my eyes.

“It’s really alright,” I insisted, running out of patience for it. I was growing tired of all these guys around me trying to right their wrongs against me for their own sake instead of just moving on as I intended to.

“No, it isn’t” Chris responded anyway, leaning an elbow against the table as he relaxed. My eyes outlined his broad shoulders, watching how their muscles contracted as he stretched.

I smiled, trying to be polite. “All’s been forgiven,” I promised. Silently, I begged him not to bring it up again. I took a shot at changing the subject, as I said, “I was thinking of getting lunch soon. Anywhere you recommend?” 

Chris’s head glanced to the set, going along just fine without him. “I’ve got a little over an hour until my next scene,” he thought out loud, almost absentmindedly. He turned back to me, the corner of his mouth lifting up in this smirk that made me painfully aware of my racing pulse. “And a craving for some tacos,” Chris continued as he moved even closer to me, oblivious to how soon his CPR crash course might come in handy.

I took a few deep breaths and stared at our shoes. Those ocean eyes were about to be the death of me if I couldn’t figure out how to keep my head above water around Chris. I hoped I would be, for at least a little while longer.

“I would really like to take you out to this place around the corner,” Chris posed, staring at me with these pleading eyes through his dark lashes. He cleared his throat before adding, “I mean, if you want to of course.”

“Look,” I sighed as Chris’s shoulders dropped. “I appreciate it, really, but you don’t need to try to keep making up for your slip up earlier. It’s fine, I’m fine, I don’t need you to take me to lunch to make me feel better,” I snapped. Maybe every feeling mixing in my chest finally boiled over, but it wasn’t worth the way Chris looked at me.

“No, I…” he trailed off, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I mean, yeah, I still feel like shit for my sexist assumption, but that has nothing to do with this,” Chris maintained in exasperation. “Well, to be totally honest, I was trying to ask you out on a date.”

For a split second, I swear I flat-lined. “What is that supposed to mean?” I spit out, unable to believe it.

Chris only laughed before he said, “I was gonna buy, try to talk to you some more. Make up for being an idiot earlier, sure, but maybe get your number if I was lucky.”

“Hell,” I said, breaking out into a flustered grin. “I’m the lucky one in that case.” Chris chuckled again, but I didn’t give him a chance at another wise-crack. “I suppose I could accept that offer,” I teased, playfully biting my bottom lip as I pretended to think it over. “If only to atone for snapping at you.”

Chris nodded as he laughed, holding his hand over his heart. “I see how it is,” he crossed his arms, playing stiff. He sucked his teeth as he thought it over. “I guess we could call it even then.”

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[talesofafangirlwithadvr]

January 2020 Picks

And we’re back!!! Been watching a lot of great stuff recently that I’m excited to chat about. These are just a few of highlights. I’m not 100% caught up on the Arrowverse shows yet, but did enjoy the Crisis a lot-especially after the second watch through. Check out my full review on that here: https://talesofafangirlwithadvr.tumblr.com/post/190372384413/crisis-on-infinite-earths-reactions

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

ANNE WITH AN E

This 3rd season was my FAVORITE so far, which makes it even more depressing that this is the end. I watched it the fastest and even stayed up till 1 AM to finish the series after watching four straight episodes. (Normally I try to space out bingeing stuff because I don’t want it to end so fast.) This series has always taken liberties with the source material to make it even more relevant to today, but I especially felt that during this season. It did not feel forced one bit. From Bash losing Mary and overcoming being a minority in Avonlea to Ka’kwet’s story line that brings me to tears every time I think about it-especially because she made it ALL the way home just to be taken back. Would love to believe she’s back with her parents, but the ending this season doesn’t show it. Perhaps they were thinking about pursuing it more if there was a 4th season. Josie Pye’s assault was a nice commentary on the Me too movement as well as the Human Rights and Women’s Rights march. I’m so happy Matthew survived this series! I was so worried for him. (As readers know he dies at the end of Anne of Green Gables the novel. Most adaptations often keep it in and I am happy we diverted from the original this time.) Jerry and Diana were adorable at the start, but Jerry deserves so much more! (He got SO TALL! As I often remarked while watching this season.) I absolutely loved the boy craziness this season because they were “Now 16!” Tillie balancing two guys! Ruby’s crush on Moody was super cute. I loved when Anne was forced to ask Gilbert about having babies by the girls. THE STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS!! (applause) 1) Mrs. Stacy: as a widower she will not settle for just anyone to marry. 2) Prissy Andrews: I really like that they brought her character back up and that she attended college. So sad that Billy will still be the head of her family. 3) Diana gets to go to Queens (a change from the novel as well, but one that was a great choice). I really liked her chat with Aunt Josephine. 4) Of course Anne Shirley. There’s so much to say about Anne, but one of the things I really liked this season was getting insight into her own personal family history. Seeing her mom’s book at the end was very touching. I love that she also had red hair. Last thoughts: Delphine is the CUTEST BABY EVER! Seriously a fantastic actress. Her relationship with every person in the show was amazing. And of course my beloved Shirbert. I knew they were endgame (because of the source material), but BOY did they take their time getting there). Screw Winnie! Anne and Gilbert’s relationship hurt my heart throughout it all, but so many adorable moments between them proving they are meant to be. Forever my OTP!      

SANDITON

I am seriously feeling the period pieces this month (but then again when am I not). As a HUGE Jane Austen fan I was extremely excited when I heard that her unfinished novel, Sanditon, would be adapted for the TV screen. Because I was unfamiliar with the story (which is always a fun time when one of your favorite authors has been dead for the past few hundred years) I made sure to add the novel to the top of my 2020 list. Due to its length I was able to finish it before the series started a few weeks ago. While I was not a huge fan of the unfinished novel, because I found it difficult to connect with any of the characters or see where the story was headed, I already feel differently about the mini-series. By the end of episode 1 I was already hooked and very happy that PBS aired the second episode immediately afterwards. I can see parallels to Austen’s work as well as echoes to other Austen novels (naturally Pride and Prejudice). When listening to the Masterpiece podcast in which they interview Rose Williams (who plays Charlotte Heywood) she described Charlotte as a cross between Elizabeth Bennet and Catherine Morland (from Northanger Abbey), which I think is really accurate. I like how Charlotte goes to Sanditon because of her interest in seeing this place that Tom Parker gets so excited about. She honestly isn’t looking for a husband, but rather an occupation. Something different away from her farm. Is romance involved? You betcha. This is an Austen adaptation afterall. But that is not her main focus. There’s so many other things going on with the story, but I’d have to dedicate a complete other post to explain it all. I really feel it is fitting in well with other classic book to screen adaptations coming out right now like Little Women and Anne with an E. If you’re a fan of either one then Sanditon is worth a try. And of course if you love Jane Austen and the 1995 Andrew Davies adaptation (he’s producing this one as well) then it’s worth a shot! 

THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE-SEASON 4

Just like with Anne with an E, I think this was my favorite season of The Man in the High Castle (and ironically also the last season. Although this series knew that going in to production). It held my interest very well and I watched it faster than the previous season. I really don’t think I’ve been this invested since season 1. Lots of new characters were introduced and while I missed some of the old it just shows you how much this show has developed. I also felt myself liking the new characters really fast. At first all of the multi-verse stuff was pretty intense and a little hard to follow, but it got easier as the show went on-EXPECT FOR THE END! Were all those people coming through because their worlds were much worse? What happens next? How are the Smith children? Amy and the other students who were brainwashed-will they change? Kido will stay. Did Childan find Kikuko? (Loved their relationship btw. I’m going to believe they got to be together in the end. It will make me sleep easier.) I was constantly saying to myself: How are they going to wrap this up in only 4 episodes...3...2...etc.. But I feel like it could have been a bit stronger. Despite this I still am a big fan of this season. I just get picky when it comes to series finales.  

DOCTOR WHO 

Last I had posted about Doctor Who I was very behind. Like I only watched last year’s holiday special this year behind. It was just tough for me to get into last season. I’ve really enjoyed Jodie Whitaker’s take on the Doctor. I feel she brings a new energy, but at the same time reminds me of the way Tennant and Smith portrayed the role. It’s just that I missed some of the familiarity of the show. It’s always hard getting a new Doctor because the show takes on a different feeling, but with all new villains, companions, TARDIS, etc it was tough. I wanted a couple more old references. I also didn’t love all of the episodes (although a bunch of them were really good: Rosa Parks, Demons of the Punjab, Kerblam! to name a few). So when I watched last year’s special at the beginning of the month I felt I zoned out a bit. However, Spyfall (parts 1 & 2) that kicked off this season were entertaining and I’ve been hearing good stuff about this season so far. Now that the show is on its second season with these characters, I’ve heard there’s more of a rhythm. I can’t wait to continue. I also can’t wait to see these guys again: 

PLUS I discovered a HUGE spoiler about last week’s episode that honestly that has honestly gotten me so pumped; it is the main reason why I am catching up faster. (I won’t spoil it here if you still don’t know it. I foresee I’ll probably write an article just about that episode.) 

VIOLETTA 

My guilty pleasure that I have been bingeing on Disney+. This musical telenovela from Buenos Aires has three seasons of 80 episodes a piece! (That’s right I have my work cut out for me.) Currently only the first season is up on Disney+ and the show is pretty hard to find, so I am really hoping that by the time I finish it they release at least the second season. I only started it in the new year and am already on episode 42, so you can say I’m enjoying it... :) Basically once I hit 30 I was hooked. (Although I was enjoying it a lot before that, now I’m just more obsessed.) There are several characters in the show from the students, to the teachers and family members, but the main character is Violetta who has lived in many different countries all her life with her dad who is a very successful businessman. She has been home-schooled forever due to their lifestyle and because of her dad’s worry that she will be hurt in the real world. Her mother was a popular singer who died when Violetta was very little that she barely remembers her. When they move back home she secretly gets enrolled in a music school that her mom just so happened to attend. Her tutor is secretly her aunt (who no one recognizes because Violetta’s dad told her that her mom had no relatives) and she has to hide attending the music school and singing which is her ultimate dream. That’s just the basics because there is so much more drama in the series. Lots of lying, deceit, love triangles that just won’t quit, ridiculousness and music. While they repeat a lot of the same songs, many of them are quite good and really catchy that you can’t help but get them stuck in your head. My sister (who loves this show) kept talking about it and that made me want to watch once we got Disney+ (she was lucky to watch two seasons when it was still on Netflix). As she said to me, you should watch it in the original language, which is Spanish with English subtitles. I feel like I’m learning more Spanish while watching it. Probably be fluent by the end (ha ha ha ha-not really). 

So, what are your favorites of this month? Are we watching any of the same things? Anything look interesting to check out? Let me know! 

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[gumnut-logic]

We’ll Be Home For Christmas 2.2

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day Two – Aboard This Tiny Ship – Part 2 Prologue | 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1

Author: Gumnut

14 - 18 Dec 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 2576

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph. This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D I hope you enjoy it.

This section is a touch shorter than the last one, but the next section will be much bigger.

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for cheering me on and their wonderful support through this craziness. And to @onereyofstarlight for geeking out with me over the setting.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

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 Scott was ready to chew an arm off just to entertain himself by the time Gordon announced they were approaching L’Esperance Rock just after lunch. He’d seen it enough from the air to know it meant they were around halfway home. The thought did give him some relief and he stood at the bow of the boat watching the islet come into view.

A grunt behind him had him turning to find Virgil making his way forward, coffee in one hand, abdomen in the other. He darted in to help his brother up the steps.

“I’m okay.”

“I know you are. Just being useful.”

That earned him a stare and an arched eyebrow. “You’re bored shitless, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m okay.”

Virgil snorted. “I had a bet with John you’d last until tonight at least. You’ve shafted me fifty bucks, big brother.”

Scott grunted. “Well, that explains why he was so happy to steal my phone.”

“He stole your phone?” Brown eyes frowned up at him.

“Oh, yes. On Grandma’s orders apparently.”

“That’s cheating.”

“Heh, that’s between the two of you. I’m only the subject of the bet, not the umpire.”

“Null and void. He’s not getting a cent.”

Scott grinned as he held his brother’s elbow, surprised he hadn’t been shook off.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” Virgil’s voice was wistful as they approached the railing. “Sometimes I think we get too busy or just take it all for granted. We do live in a stunning corner of the planet.”

“Dad always thought so. I wouldn’t have called him much of an environmentalist, but he knew what was important.”

“Hmm, I think you underestimate him. You were off the Island when Alan brought two rats home as pets.”

“He did what?!”

Another arched eyebrow. “Yes, he did, early on. Snuck them in. Dad went ballistic when he found out. The words he used had Grandma blushing. Let’s just say that Beau and Belle were deported rather abruptly and Alan now has an unofficial degree in environmental management.”

“Hmph, serves him right.”

Virgil smiled at him. “Sounds like you might be a bit of an environmentalist yourself.”

A tolerant glare at his brother. “I do what is necessary.”

Scott was surprised when Virgil’s response to that statement was a sigh. His brother’s expression was almost sad.

“What?”

“You need to relax.”

“I am relaxing.”

“No, you’re not. You’re wired tighter than Two’s primary generator. You need to find a way to wind down. We’re on vacation.”

“We’re on mandatory lockdown.”

“Grandma is right. We need a break. Preferably before we break something we can’t repair.”

“It’s not just about us!”

“Yes, it is! You need to let go! Focus on you for a change.”

“Dad-“

“Is not here! You have the right to a life, Scott. You have the right to look after yourself, to have a little fun, for god’s sake. When was the last time you read a fiction book? Flew a kite? Sat in front of the projector and binge watched an old television show?”

“There are more important things-“

“Importance is relative. It was you who blew my head off a matter of days ago about priorities, was it not? Our business forces us to prioritise according to lives at risk, I get it. I know it. I live it beside you. But you are my big brother, you are the leader of this team, your health affects our effectiveness. To put it harshly, some may die today, so many more can be saved in the future.” Virgil visibly swallowed. “I know International Rescue is important, but please, take the time, Scott. If you have to, do it for IR, do it for us or me or whatever gets you going, but most of all please do it for yourself.” Quietly. “I can’t lose you.”

What the hell? “You’re not going to lose me.”

“If you don’t look after yourself, we will!” He didn’t think it was physically possible for his brother to frown harder.

“If you don’t look after yourself, you’re going to blow your stitches.”

“This isn’t about me, it’s about you!”

“So, what are you thinking? Yell at me until I crack? I’m not finding this relaxing at all, Virg.”

“Well, it seems I need volume for you to actually hear me, because you certainly don’t listen otherwise.”

He couldn’t think of an immediate retort to that and to be honest he was worried Virgil was going hurt himself if he wasn’t careful, he appeared so uncharacteristically angry. “You’re that worried?”

“Of course, I’m fucking worried!”

Whoops, wrong thing to say.

“Virgil! Calm down. You’re the one who needs to relax.” He reached out and placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders. “Take a breath.”

To his surprise, Virgil was actually trembling a little. He was that passionate about this? He hadn’t been doing that badly, had he?

His brother did as requested and took a deep breath. “You are so hard to look after sometimes.” It was breathy and full of exhaled tension.

“You don’t have to look after me, Virg.”

“Somebody has to.” He looked up and brown eyes caught his. “Because you don’t.”

Ah, shit. A sigh and Scott gently drew his brother into a hug. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better.”

His brother didn’t answer, but he did lean in a little, one big hand reaching around Scott’s back and returning the embrace. “Please try.”

“Okay.”

Virgil pulled away slowly, not looking up at his brother, but focussing on the coffee he held in his other hand. He brought it to his lips and turned away slightly.

Scott stared at the back of his brother’s head and frowned.

The boat slowed as they approached the Rock. As jagged as its distant cousin, the Rock was like a miniature version of their home, the very top of a huge undersea volcano.

“Are we stopping here?”

Virgil’s question echoed his own thoughts. He thumbed his comms. “Gordon, are we stopping here?”

“Only for a moment. Just grabbing a sensor snapshot for Mel.”

Melissa Fisher, their closest neighbour. Blonde and sharp, she would remind him of Penny if it wasn’t for her obsession with all things Kermadec. That and the twigs in her hair. Even Dad had been a little wary of stepping on anything living when visiting Raoul Island. And visit they had. They needed to keep up relations and the woman was a mine of information when it came to ecological stabilisation and rehabilitation. Tracy Island had its issues when his father bought it and ever aware of the ecological importance of the area, once Brains had built the necessary infrastructure, his father had attempted to re-stabilise the ecosystem.

Melissa had been very helpful.

Gordon had taken to her immediately, jabbering in biology terms. For a bit there, Scott had wondered if the two of them might get involved with a different kind of biology, she was a little older than Gordon, only a year younger than Scott, but that might just float his brother’s boat. But apparently, they were too distracted by what they were discussing to notice each other.

Scott hadn’t seen her in years.

The boat came to a complete stop not far from the Rock and a moment later, Gordon appeared on the starboard side and threw out his sensor buoy.

Virgil was staring at him.

Scott blinked. “What is it?”

His brother didn’t answer immediately, those dark eyes assessing him a moment longer before sipping his coffee. But then a decision flickered across his expression and his hand reached out and gently took Scott’s arm. “Come with me.”

His brother turned slowly and led him off the bow. He negotiated the stairs and walked Scott back into the living area where Gordon was once again staring at holographic fish.

“Sit down and wait a moment.” His brother disappeared off into the depths of the living quarters.”

“Yes!”

Gordon’s jubilant yell made Scott jump. What?

His little brother was staring at a huge fish. A huge and weird looking fish. “What is that?”

“That, my wonderful big brother, is a sunfish or Mola mola, to be more specific.”

“And that is?”

Gordon glanced at him and frowned. “Heaviest bony fish on the planet. Came close to extinction twenty years ago. Saved by the World Council and its endangered species bill in 2039.” He turned back to the holographic display. “Though this one appears to have had some challenges.” Gordon’s fingers traced some gouges on the fish’s flank. “Old, but nasty.”

“Shark?”

His brother snorted. “No. That’s net scar. It’s been caught in a fishing net at some point. I can’t see any trace of the net, so this has to be one of the lucky ones.” The giant fish drifted lazily across the table as Gordon grabbed his tablet and stabbed his finger into it several times. “It must be well travelled. We are quite a distance from the fishing zones here.”

“I thought I told you to sit down.” Virgil edged carefully back into the room carrying his keyboard.

“And I thought you weren’t supposed to be lifting anything.” Scott hurried over and took the instrument from his brother’s hands.

“It’s not heavy.”

“So I have to look after myself, yet you don’t?”

Virgil’s shoulders dropped. “Okay, okay. Give me a second.” His brother grabbed a couple of cushions and shoved them together on a lounge chair to support his back and lowered himself into it. “Put it here.” He gestured across the arms of the chair and his lap.

Wary, Scott put the keyboard, that, yes, actually was quite heavy, down where his brother told him too. “Be careful.”

Virgil frowned up him with an expression that plainly said, ‘What am I? Stupid?’

“Well, you did carry the keyboard out here, did you not?”

His brother muttered something Scott couldn’t quite hear and wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Now, you sit down and close your eyes.” A pause. “No, actually, lie down on the couch and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do as I ask.”

Scott rolled his eyes, but lay down. “You didn’t used to be this bossy.”

“You didn’t used to be this stubborn. Call it evolution in trying times.”

“Smart ass.”

“Shut up and close your eyes.”

Scott muttered under his breath, wriggled where he lay and did as his brother told him. Anything to stop the man from freaking out.

His brother began to play, the keys soft and blending with the water lapping against the hull. With his eyes closed, his mind focussed on the sounds around him. Gordon’s fingers on his tablet, heard just under the music. The distant calls of seabirds. Actually, it wasn’t much of a step from the sounds of home. Virgil playing his piano. Gordon sitting on the lounge playing with his tablet. The balcony doors open to the breeze, the distant sound of the waves on Tracy Island rock, the distant call of the bird colony on Mateo. John would be in his room reading. Alan would be playing a video game in the kitchen while Grandma attempted to make dinner. Brains, as always, would be in his lab.

Virgil playing the piano.

Waves against the rocks.

Birds calling...

Home.

-o-o-o-

Virgil kept playing ever so softly. Gordon had stopped working and was staring at the two of them, frowning.

Scott started snoring.

Gordon’s eyes widened and he mouthed words at Virgil. ‘How do you do that?’

Virgil just smiled and kept on playing, drifting into a long, gentle piece his mother had taught him long ago.

At some point he closed his eyes, too, and let himself go with the music, let his fingers do what the music asked.

He woke to find both Scott and John sitting opposite him.

“That was dirty pool, Virg.”

He blinked. Someone had taken the keyboard away and shoved a few extra pillows into the chair to support him. “You knew what I was doing. I’m just your excuse. How long did you last?”

It was John who spoke up. “About twenty minutes. It was enough. Gordon had to get the boat moving. He woke up the moment the engine started.”

“You, on the other hand, have been out for over two hours.” Scott was smug. “You missed the active volcano.”

Virgil turned to John. “Anything worth looking at?”

His younger brother shrugged. “Looked like an island to me. Bigger than the Rock. No activity at the moment.”

Virgil turned back to Scott. “Sounds like I didn’t miss anything. Where are we now?”

“Anchored at Macauley Island.” Gordon strode across the room. “Hey, Virg. Good to see you awake. You might like to see this.” His fish brother’s grin was highly suspicious.

It took both Scott and John to get him out of the chair. He should not sleep sitting up with abdominal incisions. Ow.

For a moment there he thought Scott was going to send him to bed or demand he take painkillers, but he didn’t. His brother didn’t say anything, and even if he did, a familiar roar distracted Virgil enough that he wouldn’t have noticed if his brother said anything anyway.

He pushed himself forward, leaving his helping hands behind and stepped out onto the deck.

His beautiful ‘bird was roaring in from the north. She moved so fast, he blinked and she was coming to a halt some distance away, VTOL firing her into a hover.

He just stared as she dropped her module.

He blinked as Gordon and Alan suddenly started the engine of an inflatable dingy and tore off towards the module sporting its proud number four.

“Thunderbird Two to Virgil.” Kayo’s voice startled him out of his stare. “So how did I do? Score out of ten.”

The door to the module lowered and Gordon leapt out of the little boat and jumped on board.

“Oh, ten, I guess.”

“Ten?!” Gordon’s outrage yelped across comms as the aquanaut turned in the distance and put both hands on his hips. “I knew he liked you more than me. I haven’t managed anything higher than an eight and I’ve been trying for years!”

Kayo didn’t answer as his ‘bird turned and took off for home, but Virgil grinned. “Keeps you on your toes, bro.”

“You suck.”

Their sister snorted across comms as Alan turned the dingy around and headed back. Gordon glared a glare that made it across the ocean despite the distance and stormed off into the module.

Virgil’s grin just got wider. “Why did he call for Four?”

“Something about helping Melissa. A sensor malfunction in the Macauley caldera.” A glance at Scott found him grinning, too. “You know he’s not going to let that go, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

“We’re stuck on a boat, captained by him, in the middle of the ocean and you want to set Gordon off?”

Virgil shrugged. “He’ll enjoy it.”

“We won’t.”

“We’ll live.”

“If I wake up with pink hair, you’re dead.”

“I love you, too.” Virgil was still grinning.

“You do know that you still have your comms on, don’t you?” His aquanaut brother’s voice was admittedly amused.

“Yes, Gordon, I do. Got some good ideas?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” And with that, Four’s rear thrusters fired and she shot out of the module and into the ocean.

“You got your uniform on?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Fly safe.”

“FAB.”

-o-o-o-

End Day Two, Part Two

Day Two, Part Three

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy

[wwounu]

Still in shock, you continue to ask Seokmin questions ever since he has taken you upstairs to his comfy studio, asking you to take a seat as he takes a small break, cleaning the room.

“How long have you been doing this again?”

“Two or three years?” Seokmin replies, leaning more to a question than a statement. “Something like that.”

“Oh cool. Pretty long then.”

“Yep, it’s crazy thinking about it… Really crazy…”

“Aren’t there any clients after me?”

“Nope. My shift would be over right now since I usually work at the dog cafe this time, but I called in that I was sick so shush don’t tell anyone.”

The male lifts a finger to his lips, his lips forming a curl.

“So!” He claps his hands after your giggle. “You can get as much as you’d like. We can be here all night — What would you like to have?”

He’s now seated, in the middle of putting his gloves as you speak. He swivels in his chair to get a plain book and pen, opening to a clean page.

You awkwardly begin, “Uh… I’d like something simple — and hidden — so no one can notice it upon first glance.”

“I get you, ‘small and simple’.” Seokmin jots down his words in the book. “Anything else?”

“I’d like it to be a flower.”

“Ah, of course! Anything in particular?”

“A cherry blossom.” You cringe once saying it aloud. “I must sound basic right now, but I’d like to keep it minimalistic. Maybe not so much because I want there to be detail, but I think the blossoms should be the focal point of it all, while they’re growing scattered on the branch…”

Not knowing why, your voice says away at the end, watching Seokmin’s hand move left to right.

“So like this?”

He holds up his notebook, showing an ideal sketch of the tattoo you imagined perfectly, and you hum in agreement. “Damn, you really get me.”

“I guess I do.” The man grins. “That would look great on the ankle I think. It’ll sting a bit, are you ready for it? You can choose anywhere else if you want.”

“No I’m good with your decision, I trust you.”

Seokmin pauses at your final words, almost zoning out, but he eventually comes back on earth and gets himself started. “Attagirl!” He laughs, getting straight to work

A few minutes in and the silence is unbearable for you. You didn’t want to distract Seokmin either, but you quietly say, “Can I talk while you work? I don’t want to ruin your focus or anything.”

Seokmin hums. “Feel free too. I love talking to clients about anything — And you as my client makes it even better.”

“What made you want to start doing all of this?”

“It came out of nowhere, really. Soonyoung was busy doing thumbnails for a drawing of his, I think it was a back tattoo? For one of his characters, and I would it pretty cool, asked if I could contribute to some ideas. I think he only told me to go for it because he couldn’t care less.”

“And then?”

“I get to work too and after a few songs yada yada, I show him my ideas and stupidly start talking about the details I included. It was rushed but I don’t think Soonyoung realised that — You should’ve seen his face! I felt intimidated and proud. Next thing you know it, he tells me I’m really good and that I should be a tattoo artist. And now look at me! A very stupid story, but it’s close to my heart.”

“Cool! What do you prefer to do on people?”

“I’m cool with anything but I love doing complex tattoos — people are always satisfied when I do them, it feels really great helping them. But when it comes to myself, I prefer something uncomplicated.”

“Hm, why?”

The male snorts, rubbing his nose shyly. “Mainly just the backlash and looks from everyone… Plus I don’t think big, bold tattoos would look great on a guy like me-“ He’s stopped by the slip of your laugh, which is caught on by Seokmin too.

“Don’t your friends know about this? That you do this for a living?”

In reply the male chuckles. “Well… At first they didn’t, I wasn’t vocal about it and everyone already knew about my jobs with dogs. I think hearing about me being a tattooist would freak them out…”

“Tell me about it!”

“On one night my four friends were gathered somewhere near the parlour to hang out — at the time a friend was new to the city so they brought him there often to familiarise himself as the others were regulars…”

“My friend — Wonwoo; the new one back then — told me that he heard my laugh a bit away from the parlour and ‘knew my laugh but didnt at the same time’. He gets closer to the studio, and I don’t realise his presence, and he sees me laughing with some guys I’m close to while adding another tattoo onto his sleeve of ink…”

“With someone like Wonwoo, he doesn’t look like the strongest man but never underestimate him…” Seokmin shudders, flashbacks in his mind. “Um anyway, he has really bad eyesight and was too lazy to step into the parlour so late at night, but he apparently mistook me as Soonyoung because of our smilier hairstyles and laugh. Plus, it’d make sense for Soonyoung since the latter’s an artist, but even Wonwoo knew that Soonyoung wouldn’t do something like that at all…”

“At that exact moment, Soonyoung texts Wonwoo asking him to convince Minghao — Our model friend — to be his model, which didn’t add up for Wonwoo, and it was by the time Vernon yells out his name, wondering why he’s there, and I happen to hear it, seeing the two of them stare at each other Wonwoo stares at me, followed by Vernon, before yelling out my name in shock...”

“Apparently I’m ‘way too precious for that’ which is why they were all in disbelief. Only Joshua and Soonyoung knew about it before the accident, and apparently Jihoon too since he wasn’t phased by it.”

“I wouldn’t blame them,” You agree, smiling. Seokmin pouts but eventually smiles afterwards. “So have your friends asked you to do tattoos for them?”

“Here and there. Minghao asked me to do an infinity dragon for him in return of a favour. Other times it would be dumb tattoos my friends would want and I’d have to refuse the offer… Especially when it’s Soonyoung!”

Now adding the colour — and mainly because you had stopped distracting Seokmin from your non-stop chattering — you feel the pain come through on your ankle.

You’ve tried so hard not to feel the pain (as well as kick your foot due to how sensitive that area was), but the male puts you at ease, hushing you and telling you how good you’re doing.

A few more moments, chatting to Seokmin here and there, and you finally hear the “Ta-da!” From the latter.

“How does it look?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Grinning, Seokmin grants you to sit and passes you a mirror, seeing the tattoo more clearly. “So…?”

“I don’t know what to say-“ You stammer, “It looks amazing! You’re amazing Seok’!”

“Ah, don’t flatter me…” He huffs, resisting his smile. “I’m just happy you like it. Oh, but I need to give you some heads up before you can enjoy your tattoo.”

You nod, letting Seokmin protect the tattoo with a bandage, watching him do the process before he sits back down again, cleaning his studio once again.

“Don’t take the bandage off after a day. Take extra care with it, sometimes the ink takes a while to settle, so no long showers or baths, and keep the tattoo dry — It’s better to gently wash over it frequently, but don’t go crazy with it though…”

“Got it. What else?”

“Do be aware that it will itch, so I beg you not to scratch it since it’s the ankle and that’ll definitely do a thing or two to you. It’ll be hard but I believe in you! Also, use moisturisers too. Do this for two to four weeks and you’ll be all set!”

You hug the male, thanking him countless of times before you let go. You couldn’t thank Seokmin enough. After letting go, you pay for the tattoo and he asks you to stay around as he cleans up the parlour.

What ended up feeling like an hour suddenly turned into six, with the sun beaming its golden hour and the streets filling with more people while you converse with Seokmin, listening to his oddly fascinating dog walking stories.

“What other tattoos do you have? I’m kinda curious now.” Casually, you look outside the window and notice the sky gradually turn darker. When you turn back to look at the male, he scares you another time as to how close he was. “I swear you need to stop scaring me like that.”

“Sorry!” He chirps, humming a little at the end. “Should I tell them in order?”

“Alright,”

He shows you each inked drawing one by one.

The first tattoo was one you’ve already seen. An inked outline of a sunflower, running down his inner left bicep. As it was his first, he was scared what the outcome of his tattoo would be, since the what ifs wondered in his head and that a mistake will be made, yet things went the opposite for him — in a good way — and the old man who tattooed him became somewhat of a father to him as he was desiring to become a tattoo artist.

The second, a tiny doodle of a puppy’s slanted eyes, upside-down triangle nose and ears shaped in an ‘M’. That was his first self-made tattoo, located on his ankle. And of course it was directed to his unconditional love for puppies. For a first try, it wasn’t that bad — The tattoo was mainly credited to Soonyoung who drew the tiny doodle in the exact location (You had no idea how he managed to draw on his ankle, but you went with it), which Seokmin looked at afterwards and thought ‘This is nice’ and behold the tattoo.

And for credit, he had his friend put his initials — ‘KSY’ — to tattoo it additionally, just to the corner of the tattoo itself.

Thirdly; A constellation. Seokmin had to remove his shirt for this one, which was awkward at first, but the awkwardness was taken away the moment you laid eyes on his shoulder blade to the right hand side. The tattoo didn’t have a special meaning to it, but as it’s Aquarius, he got it as he was one himself (quite obviously).

‘Say yes’ was what you remembered about his fourth tattoo. Just underneath his inked constellation, it was tattooed in a typewriter font. Briefly, he explained that it was a duet he had to with his friend for Jihoon’s project. All he said was that it hit home, which you thought he was going to continue, but he fell silent for a few beats and his shirt back on.

“Finally,” He heaves, the mood feeling heavier than usual, “this.”

He lifts up his left arm, stretching it out to move his sleeve, revealing the small tattoo you had a glimpse on his wrist.

“It’s a — uh — lock. It’s really small, you can’t really see it. I did it myself. It-“ All of his words sounds disjointed, panicked, “It means a lot.”

With the vague description, he didn’t look like he wanted to go further, and it was only for you to respect that. If it meant a lot, then it’ll take time for him to tell you. One day, maybe, one day.

He acts more quiet now, with less words and less liveliness in him. It was a long day for the both of you, and you didn’t want it to end on a bad note.

Fiddling with his hands, Seokmin doesn’t acknowledge your head weighing on his shoulder.

“Sing me a song Seokmin.”

“A song? My singing isn’t that great…”

“Either way — I like your voice, I want to hear it.”

“But…”

“Just sing to me, I won’t judge, you have a pretty voice. ‘If I’m good at it, I shouldn’t hide it’,” You mimic his words, choking a laugh out of him.

He silent for another moment, then begins to softly sing the lyrics to Half Moon to you, going falsetto when he reaches parts where it would be more pronounced at, and adding a breathiness to his singing. To you, it felt like you were on the moon — lost in space — because of his singing alone.

And your eyes begin to get heavier, Seokmin’s voice lulling you to sleep. You did it; You made the day end well. And for you and Seokmin, neither of you wanted to ruin it.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART TEN — Tattoo Artist!Seokmin x Florist!Reader

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[patrickbrewerisgay]

It’s been — checks watch — 43 years since Second City Television first aired, and Catherine O’Hara and Eugene Levy are still flexing their comedic skills in made-up towns in 2019. With Schitt’s Creek, the show created by Levy and his son, Dan, they’ve revived that familiar slow burn: The show premiered on the CBC in 2015, but it wasn’t until the fourth season that the fever spread. This year, Schitt’s Creek received four Emmy nominations, including acting nominations for Levy (as patriarch Johnny Rose) and O’Hara (his wife, Moira), costumes, and Outstanding Comedy Series. In a three-way phone call, we discussed their respective nominations, their teary final days shooting on set, and whether we can expect to see Moira during her favorite season.

Congratulations to you both. Did you talk yesterday? 

Eugene Levy: Yes, we did. We were actually on the phone. [The publicist] Gab was watching the live feed and I guess my category came up first, and she phoned me to say that I’d been nominated, and right after that Catherine’s category came up, so I just heard, “You and Catherine have been nominated.” And then she tagged Catherine in on the phone call and we were actually on the phone while they were watching the livestream.

Catherine O’Hara: And that’s when they announced Best Show!

EL: And then we heard, “Well, the show got nominated.” And that was the best of all worlds. That was like really exciting news, because that really gives a nod of recognition to every single person that works on the show. It was actually a very exciting call.

COH: [laughs] It was. We were kind of stunned. We were just stunned and laughing.

Did you do anything to celebrate?

EL: I went out with my brother, who’s one of our producers, Andrew Barnsley; Deb, my wife; and Sally Catto, who runs CBC up here, and we went down to Soho and had a little celebratory dinner.

COH: That’s lovely. My husband, Bo [Welch, a production designer], is nominated for production design for A Series of Unfortunate Events, but here we are in cottage country, where it’s the last concern of anyone, what’s going on with the Emmys. But we’re excited at our cottage, and we toasted each other and the shows. But today we kind of said, “Okay, we’ve got to stop talking.”

Both of you have been at this for a couple of years, and I was wondering, is it still exciting?

EL: Well, it was exciting yesterday on the phone. It was a pretty exciting day, don’t you think, Catherine?

COH: Absolutely. Anytime anyone pats you on the head and says, “Good job,” it’s always nice, and I’m especially happy for Daniel. This was his baby to begin with. It’s a lovely thing to have anything to celebrate in life. I’m happy.

EL: It’s actually more exciting that it’s happening now in our fifth season on the show. I keep thinking, had this happened after our first season, it could have been a lot tougher to maintain this caliber over the next four or five seasons. But the show has built so nicely in terms of following and viewership, and how it’s been embraced by the critics. I mean, it was an exciting year after our fourth season when we end the year making a lot of top-ten lists; that itself was incredibly exciting, where you get the feeling that your show is being recognized for the first time. Now in our fifth season, we get the Emmy nominations, and we still have one more season to go, so I just love the arc here and how the show has caught on. I’d rather have it this way than starting off like a bat out of hell and then trying to hang on.

COH: Yeah, it’s almost like we got to do the show in an old TV–world way before the internet, where you just build the show according to your own instincts and develop the characters and try to make the best show you can make. It was so nice to not feel like you were too affected by outside sources or outside opinions. We were on our own to build the show, in a way that TV shows used to get to do.

It feels increasingly rare to make TV outside of the rapid-fire response of social media. Schitt’s Creek feels like the little show that could, and because of that, was preserved on its own island that people discovered slowly.

EL: Yeah, I don’t know if that has to do with shooting the show in Toronto. It reminds me of when we were doing SCTV and how removed you are from the mainstream of show business, so you’re relatively unaffected by it. You just get the feeling you’re going into the studio, you’re going to work and then you’re going home and having dinner. And SCTV as well had a nice build to it over the years, where it caught on with fans and critics. You really just get to focus on the work and eventually the work kind of speaks for itself.

COH: I think it works for shows or movies that get to go to remote locations, too. They get away from the head office and focus only on the work, and you have a better chance of succeeding at what you’re attempting.

Do you think that might be a benefit to being a Canadian production? 

EL: I think so. With our show, I guess you can prove that you can work and produce a show here in Canada that can get the same kind of recognition that any other show can get — mainly, I guess, getting Emmy nods. I got an email from Rick Moranis. It said, “Congratulations. 37 years between Emmy nominations, not bad.”

COH: [laughs] That’s great.

EL: Yeah, I think it helps to be able to focus on the work just shooting away from the mainstream of the business and avoiding getting caught up in the hype.

You also just wrapped shooting the final season. What was the last day on set like? 

COH: I think back to the table read. I think we got a lot of the good weeping out of our systems at the table read for the last two episodes. At lunch hour while you’re shooting, you do a table read for the upcoming episodes, and the upcoming episodes that day were the last two episodes of the sixth season, and when you shoot your scenes, you’re not in every scene with everybody, so you don’t get to see everything get shot, but we got to see everybody read their last scenes and it was really emotional. I mean, there were lots of laughs, because the scripts were great and funny, but oh my god, they were also so heart-wrenching for us. I had to go back to shoot that afternoon, and Moira wears a lot of makeup, so I looked like Alice Cooper.

The last day was just, “Oh.” Every moment is like, “This is the last time we’re going to do this. This is the last time we’re going to stand here,” but it was sweet. It really felt like I was part of a really lovely, talented family. It was hard to say goodbye, but the last episodes are really a lovely goodbye.

EL: Catherine’s right, it really started with the table read, where you got to lose a few pounds in tears. And then as we wound down, we would be wrapping certain sets: wrapping the town hall set, and then wrapping Café Tropical, and then we were wrapping the motel set, so every last scene in all these sets, there also was a nice emotional moment between characters. A lot of tears. And then we get to the last day, and once again it was quite emotional. Although there was a lot to do. On the one hand, you know that if you’re breaking down for 20 minutes having a nice sob-fest, then you’re adding 20 minutes on to the day. It was a very sweet, rewarding way to end the series.

Moira Rose, of course, is an actress. What would she say in this scenario, if she got a surprise nomination?

COH: [laughs] I went to the Tonys a month ago. I got to present a musical number for Beetlejuice, and my husband said that Moira would have called them ‘the Anthonys.’ [does Moira’s voice] “So lovely to be here at the Anthonys.” So now I’m trying to think of what it would be for [the Emmys]. I was thinking ‘Emily,’ then I was like no, it should be ‘Emmanuel.’ [does Moira’s voice again] “It’s so exciting to be nominated for an Emmanuel. Finally, they got it right,” Moira would say, to be clear. I would not say such a thing.

EL: Didn’t Dan tweet something about, “Finally, Moira —”

COH: [laughs] “— gets her Emmy,” or something, yeah. Oh, who would care more for this? I try to keep a level head here, and thank goodness I’m a Canadian, so I’m raised to not take show business all that seriously. But Moira, oh my lord. This is it. The Crows Have Eyes, she was already seeing Oscars for that. So this is a win. This is a win for Moira.

EL: Well, it would be great to see Moira at the podium.

COH: [laughs] I already did that in Canada, though. I did that for the Canadian awards.

Would you ever consider doing it in character again?

COH: Well, I’m not gonna talk about getting up on the podium. Don’t get me sucked in. But it’d be fun to present an award, let’s put that out.

EL: How about doing the carpet as Moira?

COH: The carpet as Moira! Yeah, I usually can’t help myself. If I’m answering questions about Moira, I can’t help myself. I go in the Moira zone, yeah. She’ll probably leak out. She’ll be dying to be there.

And both of you have already satirized this whole awards campaign with For Your Consideration.

COH: Yeah, that’s why I say, please don’t suck me in.

EL: That’s just how it starts, it’s the what if, “What if? What will you do if?” And the more that gets planted, the more it becomes just like, “Ahhh!” Yeah, that’s what For Your Consideration was all about. You know every single twitch that signals falling into that trap, so you’re extremely defensive about it for all those reasons.

COH: I remember for my character, it was also, “Why not? They have to nominate someone, why not me? Someone has to win, why not me?” Let’s remember that movie. Let’s keep it in mind.

EL: I have to watch that again, actually.

COH: Yeah, this is good timing for it.

EL: I haven’t seen it since it came out.

COH: Yeah, it’s a good reminder. It’s a cautionary tale.

But also, these things happen, and are happening!

COH: Yeah, it’s fun. All good fun.

EL: Well, you know, to be honest, the most fun aspects of this thing are moments like yesterday, being on that phone call when it first happens and experiencing that excitement and surprise. And then just getting to go to the party. Whether you walk out with a statue or not is really not the thing. The fact that you’re there with everybody else pouring their heart and soul into whatever shows they’re working on, and you’re there at the party with some lovely, talented people who you respect and admire. You’re on the same team, so to speak, with the other nominees, and that’s really the joyous part of it all.

COH: You’re right. I was reading the nominees yesterday and saying, “Oh, I get to see them, I’ll get to meet them, I’ll get to tell them how much I love their show.”

Like who? 

COH: Patricia Arquette, love her. Love Escape at Dannemora. And Ben Stiller, who directed it. Yeah, I’m happy for them. Benicio del Toro and Paul Dano, I love that series, amazing. Love Succession.

It’s so good.

COH: Oh my lord, yes. It’s just so much good material. So much talent. Laura Linney, Ozark, everyone. John Oliver. Everyone! I’m excited to see everyone. And Eugene! I’m very excited to see Eugene again. In a tux, no less.

EL: Yes, in a tux.

You’ve known each other for over 40 years. What do you think makes a working friendship like that last?

EL: I don’t know how that works. I think we’re probably two of the un-show-busiest, un-show-business-iest kinds of people. I think we’ve always taken our work seriously, but you know, Catherine’s just a regular person. Like, you don’t get caught up in the trappings of the business that you’re actually in. And nothing has really changed in all of these years. Catherine hasn’t changed at all.

COH: No, and you haven’t.

EL: At all. And you get to enjoy what you’re doing in a very real way, the way other people get to enjoy what they’re doing. And it’s just fun to be around, it’s been that way since the very beginning.

COH: Yeah, same for me. I respect Eugene, I trust Eugene, and I know that when we talk about the work, it’s about the work. But I say, “Eugene’s a gentleman,” and what comes with that is a certain lovely amount of diplomacy, or gentlemanly behavior, good manners. It counts for a lot when you’re working day-to-day. Since SCTV, this is the most amount of time we’ve spent together. We see each other periodically through our mutual friends — Martin Short, especially. It feels like family who live in different cities. You know, you don’t see each other all the time, but when we do, we pick up where we left off. It helps that Eugene keeps giving me jobs, so thank you, Eugene. [laughs] I think that’s probably the main thing that keeps us together.

EL: Excellent work, Catherine’s done.

COH: Thank you, Eugene.

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