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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Okay so Sooga can't cook. But can Master Kohga cook? And would he try to teach Sooga, for a bit of domestic fluff goodness??

Imma make this as fluffy as I can for you, anon! I’m gonna be SUPER busy, so some asks will probably be on the back burner. Having said that, Imma dip into these when I can because you guys have SUCH good ideas??

Also It’s not that Sooga can’t cook, he just can’t cook WELL. Stuff is always off with his cooking. Too salty, too sweet, undercooked, SOMETHING. Kohga is picky so he notices. Either way, let’s GO!

“Urbosa! Get over here!”

Kohga (as well as the champions) had been spending all day together in the kitchen (upon prompting from Zelda), and Kohga had more or less commanded the cooking area. When Kohga wasn’t busy killing people or sleeping, he was being a rather pleasant company to have around. He started off by making drinks, and Sooga offered to help. Which was apparently a bit of a mistake. Urbosa sighed as she left the table, and walked behind the counter. Kohga motioned to two cups.

“You try one, and tell me which one has alcohol in it.”

Urbosa tried one, then another, lightly shaking her head.

“One on the left? Right one tastes just like juice.”

Kohga motioned wildly to the cups, as if they made a scientific discovery.

“Ha! See, that’s the thing! BOTH do! Somehow!”

“I...don’t put enough alcohol, that’s the hint I’m getting.”

“No matter how many times I shove MY dick in THAT ass, he makes drinks like a FUCKING virgin! You know what, get a fucking apron on, I’m teaching you how to be competent in the kitchen. You can’t JUST have a top notch cock, you dumbshit.”

Kohga turned around to get them both an apron, and Urbosa chuckled at his puzzled reaction.

“Hey, he does have a point. Everyone should learn how to cook. Besides, him being this upset just means he really loves you.”

“Don’t you DARE make me out to be mushy, Urbosa!”

Kohga walked back up to them, throwing a pink apron at Sooga’s face. Urbosa chuckled as Kohga put his own on. It was clear she was right, but the relationship was still new to him, so he was still in denial of his feelings. Urbosa grabbed one of the drinks (Kohga’s, obviously), and shrugged.

“I’ll just be taking this then, carry on love birds.”

Kohga lifted a finger to retort, before Urbosa turned around and joined Daruk back at the table. Kohga waved her off, muttering something under his breath. Sooga couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re just charming, Master Kohga.”

“Save the sweet for the cooking, tits mcgee.”

Kohga patted his left tit, before going to the sink and washing his hands, Sooga following suit.

“So? What will we be making?”

“Good question. What do you WANT to make?”

“Hmm...what’s something YOU like?”

“Kiss ass.”

Kohga chuckled, drying his hands with a towel. Sooga honestly just lived for Kohga, and it was terribly sweet of him.

“Alright, let’s do crepes with fried bananas.”

Sooga nodded, more than confident enough to prove himself. Kohga dug into the cabinets to grab everything (with help from Sooga. Tall bastard), before Kohga put two bowls in front of them.

“Now, follow me. We’re gonna add a cup of the tabantha flour. Then, a tablespoon of sugar.”

“I always thought it was a cup of both.”

“No wonder you always burn those fuckers- that much sugar burns it, you dumbshit. Now, not everyone does this, but they SHOULD. Add some salt, help balance out. If you think a food doesn’t need SOME salt, you’re wrong.”

Sooga nodded along, carefully listening and following his instructions, as if this was a training session.

“How did you learn all this?”

“Mom taught me. She loved cooking, but she worked hard, so sometimes she was too tired to cook. When I got older, I ended up doing the cooking around the house. You only get better the more you do it. Except YOUR drinks, you’re hopeless.”

“Like my love for you.”

“Iean down, imma smack you upside the head.”

Sooga chuckled, watching his little master grumble to himself. Kohga took out another bowl, and added milk, as well as an egg.

“Now. You mix the wet and the dry together.”

“Why not just do it all together to begin with?”

“Lumps, you get lots of ‘em if you do that.”

Sooga nodded, watching as Kohga mixed the ingredients in their separate bowls. Sooga could watch Kohga cook all day, if he let him. Sooga copied Kohga as they mixed the dry and wet together, whisking it till it was nice and liquidy.

“It’s supposed to be this liquidy?”

“Yeah, any thicker and it’s a pancake. Now, we’re gonna put this in the fridge for as long as we can, get some flavor out of it.”

“What do we do while we wait?”

Sooga took the bowls, and put them in the fridge, just in time to catch Kohga grabbing bananas and putting them on a cutting board.

“We prep everything else. This should be easy for you. I need you to cut all these in little squares. And listen to me while I show you what I’m doing, but be careful.”

“Afraid I’ll cut myself?”

Sooga grinned as he peeled the bananas, starting to cut. One thing Sooga was VERY good at in the kitchen, was cutting. Always clean, always uniform. Kohga dug into the bag of sugar that he had at his side, and tossed a bit towards Sooga’s apron. Wasteful? A bit, but Sooga’s dumb smile was getting on his nerves.

“If you don’t, at this point I will. Now, I’m gonna throw some butter in this pan, and we’re gonna add the bananas here soon as you’re done. This, and some whipped cream, is gonna be our filling.”

“Doesn’t it burn if it’s hot?”

“If you actually know how it works, no.”

Sooga was careful not to cut himself as he watched Kohga throw butter, sugar, and some spices onto the pan. He watched as the sugar browned slightly, and Kohga motioned for Sooga to pour the fruit in. Once it was inside, Kohga handed him the spatula.

“Now, keep mixing it. Don’t change the temp, don’t let it sit.”

Sooga watched as Kohga grabbed a bag of acorns and chickaloo tree nuts. He cracked them surprisingly effortlessly in his hands, quickly and efficiently separating the shells from the insides. Sooga found it hard to pay attention to the pan, and his Master’s hands. How did hands so soft and lovely make such hard work look so easy?

“Is that going in the batter?”

“No, with the bananas. Adds some crunch, and a little bit of sweet.”

Kohga’s arm pushed against him as he added the nuts to the pan, motioning for Sooga to keep going.

“Now, this is just how I like it, but we’re gonna add a swig of apple juice. Adds a BIT of tart, because this is going to be sweet as hell. Especially since we’re gonna add a touch of rum, to taste.”

“...Master Kohga?”

“Don’t tell me I lost you already, big guy.”

“Just in your eyes, Master Kohga.”

Kohga looked up at him, and reached his hand up, pushing him away a bit.

“You are SO mushy. No wonder you can’t cook right, you’re too busy ogling me all damn day.”

“You make it quite hard to focus.”

He chuckled. He kept mixing, as he was instructed. Kohga added butter to the pan, shaking his head at Sooga’s stupidity. He was just, such a lovestruck idiot. Once the butter started to lightly bubble, Kohga dug into the fridge, bringing out the batter.

“Okay, let’s start the important part. You can turn that off, cover it with the pot lid. I’m gonna let you do the first one. Three tablespoons into the pan.”

Kohga gave him the proper pouring tool, and Sooga obeyed. He was about to ask what to do next, when Kohga held onto his hand, helping him turn the pan. Sooga could chuckle like a lovesick fool right now, honestly. He really did have nice, soft hands, and Sooga wanted to hold them forever.

“Tilt to get it everywhere. Nice and slow, get it everywhere. Three minutes, then flip. Anymore and it’s like eating a damn ear. Speaking of ears, are you listening?”

“To every word, Master Kohga. Every single, solitary word.”

Kohga turned to look at him, finally seeing why he sounded more stupid than usual. He was SWOONING. Literally looking at him, and SWOONING like an idiot. Kohga scoffed, flipping the crepe for him.

“Alright, then listen to this. See how it’s got a nice, brown crust? We want it kinda crispy.”

Kohga let Sooga ogle him for three minutes, before finally taking it out of the pan, setting it onto a table.

“Taste it.”

“You?”

“W-no, the crepe you dingbat!”

Even Kohga had to chuckle at that. It’s why Kohga never let his ass watch him cook, it was just. All of this. They split the crepe, and Sooga nodded.

“You’re truly wonderful, Master Kohga. It’s lovely.”

“Good. Now, you’re turn, all by yourself.”

Kohga was going to step back, but Sooga’s puppy dog eyes kept him standing right there. Sooga added the batter to the pan, carefully turning the mixture till it coated the whole pan. He waited the three minutes, before flipping it. Kohga nodded in approval.

“Good crust, good crust. Keep it going.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Kohga sat there, watching his Sooga make crepe after crepe, and Kohga couldn’t help but chuckle. He was constantly asking if it was okay, constantly peering over him for approval. Honestly, if Kohga told this man to get him a piece of the moon, Sooga wouldn’t hesitate to reach for the stars. Soon enough, there wasn’t any mix left, in turn, leaving quite a stack of crepes. Kohga flipped through the stack, nodding.

“Better. Though some are a bit darker than others. We’ll work on that. Now, best part.”

Kohga placed one on the plate, added a hefty dollop of cream and honey, then folded it into a nice triangle like shape. Sooga watched him carefully, clearly wanting it to be perfect. Kohga folded another with cream and honey, then another. His usual was three at a time, but he might just have more (to support Sooga of course). He topped it off with the banana mixture, and dusted it with powdered sugar, just to make it look good. Sooga followed his stead, though he didn’t do it so cleanly. Folding it was hard for him apparently, causing him to get whipped cream all over his fingers, and even on his mask. It was a sloppy plate, but it was Sooga’s plate. Kohga shook his head once he saw the state of Sooga.

“For the love of- get over here, idiot.”

Kohga grabbed a hold of his face, wiping the cream off of his mask. Sooga sat there, letting him do so with such loving eyes. It was totally gross, in a sweet way.

“Master Kohga?”

“If the question is ‘am I an idiot’, then absolutely.”

Sooga chuckled, lightly shaking his head.

“I just...thank you. I enjoy listening to you when you teach. You love what you do, and there’s something so absolutely beautiful about that.”

“Yeah yeah...well. I like teaching you. You’re eager to learn.”

“I’m eager for YOU, Master Kohga.”

“Well geez Sooga, I know I’m pretty sweet, but-”

Before Kohga could finish his retort, Sooga suddenly lifted him off the floor, lifting their masks up a bit, and kissing him, right in his gorgeous lips. Was it a bit much, nearly throwing Kohga onto the counter and leering over him to kiss him? Absolutely, but neither seemed to care in the slightest. Just for a minute, they were there in an embrace, as sweet as sweet could be. Totally ignoring the table of people just a few feet away. Daruk lightly coughed, trying to ignore the fact that Sooga’s tight grip on his Master’s ass was smearing whipped cream everywhere.

“I...don’t think we’re gonna be eatin’ anything any time soon.”

#asks #kohga #sooga #urbosa #listen #Sooga is just #so in love with Kohga #he has in fact #had dreams of Kohga being a lil wife and cooking big meals for his future family #its adorable #he asks for so little

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH10

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: I dunno.. there’s angst in there, and a whole lotta fluff too.

WC: 4168

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean floors the Impala, running over a red light but things go smoothly.

The next light though, is a whole other story. He’s lucky he grabbed the steering wheel fast enough, misses the slow driving Sedan by a hair.

Maybe he should really be more careful. Crashing the car wouldn’t make him reach his apartment any faster.

At his building, he parks with a screech before he bolts for the stairs, didn’t even care that he has to run up twenty fucking flights because he can’t find an ounce of patience left in himself to wait for the elevator.

When Dean arrives and walks through the door of his apartment, Cas’ already there, tying Jo’s hands behind the blonde woman’s back.

Dean’s panting, is slighlty out of breath from climbing all the fucking stairs in a hurry. His eyes scan the room, avoiding Jo’s gaze because he’s afraid of what he’s capable of doing, and he really doesn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Y/N’s still here.

“Y/N?” He asks Cas as he couldn’t spot Y/N in the room with them.

Cas points his chin towards Dean’s bedroom as he secures the last knot on Jo’s wrist, “Bathroom. Cleaning herself up, I guess. She’s got some bruises and scratches, nothing major, at least from what I could see.”

Dean’s already on his way over across the living room when Jo starts to say something but then all Dean can hear was a dull thud as Cas clubbed her over her head.

He looks back to find the dark haired man shrugging at him.

“It’s easier to get her into the car like this,”

Dean doesn’t say anything, just nods.

“I’ll take her to the bunker. You take your time,” Cas lifts Jo up over his shoulders and proceeds to walk to the door.

“Yeah, thanks.”

She’s locked herself in the bathroom, pressing a wet and cold face cloth against her cheek. Jo’s right fist is definitely nothing to joke about and now her cheek is swelling up. There are some more bruises on her body, some scrapes and cuts. Jo has goddamn long fingernails, false ones too because she had found some of them lying around the living room.

“Y/N!”

Dean’s shouting out her name as he enters the room, and soon the doorknob begins to rattle as he twists and turns it in a futile attempt to get in.

“Open up!”

There’s banging and more rattling of the knob.

“I’m fine. Go away,” She calls out, because it’s true.

She’s fine, still alive and breathing and she really doesn’t want to see him right now, still too salty about what happened.

She knows that her line of job is dangerous but she never knew that the danger would come from Dean’s freaking mistress. All she concentrated on was not to get screwed over or killed by Dean but she never put into account that she could get killed by Jo. How stupid of her! This is a fucking rookie mistake and she knows how it happened. It’s the fucking feelings that she shouldn’t be having in the first place!

“Let me see you!” His voice is louder now, but the banging is gone, “Please?” He adds, a little softer.

“Why?”

“I need to see that you’re okay!”

She sighs and rolls her eyes, “I’m okay, now leave me alone!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” She hears him mutter. “Why did you lock the door!”

“Cas is here—”

“—Well, he’s gone now! Come on, sweetheart, open the door. You can’t stay in there forever!”

She chuckles drily, “Watch me!”

“Y/N, I’m fucking serious, okay? I’ll be out here, you have to come out eventually. Shall we see who can last the longest?”

“I can sneak out when you’re sleeping!”

“You have to keep in mind that I’m a trained soldier, I’m used, and still am, to be awake for days if I must. Also I’ll hear you, I’m an awfully light sleeper. There’s no way out but through me.”

She rolls her eyes at his words, knows that he’s right. She’s still a little hungover and would love to get some more sleep in a fucking comfy bed. There’s no way she can win this stupid competition.

“Fine!” She scoffs, and proceeds to unlock the door but even before she can turn the knob, Dean already pushes his way in.

Both his hands are on her face, cupping it between his big palms, as he examines her with worried eyes.

“Shit,” He breathes out, his fingertips brushing over her swollen cheek and she flinches at the touch.

Dean takes a step back, trails his eyes down her body, and she knows that he can’t miss the cut on her shoulder and thigh, can’t possibly miss the torn dress that’s hanging weirdly around her frame.

“You okay? Anything broken?” He places one of his hands on the back of her neck and stares into her eyes.

She can feel his warm breath on her and she looks away, staring down to her toes, because those damn green eyes make her heart beat faster, and that’s the last thing she needs right now.

Y/N shakes her head, and that’s when Dean pulls her into a hug. She buries her face in his chest and she can smell the scent of fresh laundry and soap, and there’s something she can feel — his heartbeat that’s drumming quickly and steadily below the surface.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, she can hear the vibrations of his deep voice through his chest and shirt. Takes comfort in it because it feels like he really means it.

Pushing herself away after a while, she thinks that she shouldn’t let herself go putty in his arms. Her hands are braced on the broad of his chest, and Dean still looks at her with concerned tinted eyes.

“Why did Jo come around?” She asks, feels that weird thing in her gut that makes her stomach turn.

“I don’t know,”

“You don’t know,” She breathes out, turns herself around and places the, by now, warm washcloth next to the sink, “Huh!”

Without a word, Y/N storms out past him in her bare feet. And Dean wasn’t prepared, he can only follow her out and damn his long legs! He’s next to her when she reaches the hallway, is in front of her quicker than lightning it seems, and braces himself by the door, preventing her from getting out. She turns again, looking around, thinking that there must be another way out of this fucking apartment.

“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, I really don’t know why she was here! Maybe you could tell me!” He grabs her by her arm until she turns around, only then, did he let go.

She bites on her bottom lip, trying to contain her anger and fear. Mostly fear. Fear of the truth, maybe. She doesn’t really know, doesn’t understand why she feels the things she feels.

“She told me that she was gonna ask you if you wanted a quick fuck,” Her voice is shaking a little, even if she doesn’t want it to. Even if she shouldn’t fucking care why Jo was here in the first place, because she herself shouldn’t have been here at all.

This is all a fucking big mistake and she has to tell Linda to pull her out. She can’t take this. Can’t take the feelings. Feelings that shouldn’t fucking be here!

“Jesus, Y/N, and you believed her? You thought I was that kinda guy? Is that why you’re so upset?”

“Well, apart from almost getting killed? Yeah… no! I don’t know,” She gestures with her hands, closes her eyes and lets out a loud sigh, “Fact is, I only know you for a couple of weeks, Dean. You invited me to a party in which you weren’t there for me at all. And that’s when I thought that I don’t even know you. I don’t even know what you’re doing for a living, I don’t know shit about you, and I can’t help but think that I was being so damn naive and my nativity almost got me kidnapped or worse! Why me? What is it that you do? Are you dangerous? Am I in danger?!”

The questions pour out of her like a waterfall and she can’t stop them. She knows that she should have maybe asked them one by one but she just couldn’t stop them from coming out.

Dean works both his hands through his hair, ruffling them up and sighs, he sticks out his tongue to wet his lips and then he looks back at her, she can’t miss the frown that grows deeper in between his eyebrows.

“Fucking hell,” He mumbles, lowers himself a little for her to be able to look at him because she’s still shoeless and she feels exceptionally small right now, “I promise to answer all the questions, but all in due time, alright? I don’t know why Jo did this! Fact is that I’ve been played for a very long time, and now I know that it’s her! I swear, once I find out, I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” Dean lowers his voice, is less loud now when he goes on, “I took you home last night. I took fucking care of you without even touching you! Even when you asked me to kiss you, I still didn’t because I didn’t want to take advantage. Can you imagine how fucking hard it was for me to not fucking touch you? How fucking hard I was? I was being good and you think I’d fuck everything that knocks on my fucking door when you’re the only thing that I can fucking see?”

His words hit her like a freight train. He wants her? Her of all people?

It doesn’t change the fact that Jo was here demanding a quickie, though.

“I asked you to kiss me?” She asks, surprised.

Oh god , did she really? Her cheeks turn beet red.

“Yeah,” Dean huffs out, “I knew you wouldn’t remember.”

“No, I didn’t!” She punches at his arm, purely out of embarrassment.

“Duh!”

She looks at her toes, wishes that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

That’s fucking embarrassing!

“But she makes it seem like it’s a frequent occurrence,” Her voice is small, she doesn’t really know why she says what she says. Maybe it’s because she’s jealous? She actually doesn’t want to know but also she does.

“It’s n—”

“—But you did sleep with her.” She interrupts him and crosses her arms over her chest while she stares up at him, sees him rubbing away at his jaw.

“Yeah, I did,”

There’s that knife in her chest again and she let out a shrieking sound that comes from the depths of her throat.

He continues, “But that was before I met you!”

Dean takes a step closer and she backs up one step, the sole of her bare feet hitting the wall.

He continues, “You drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”

Y/N looks up to see Dean grinning down at her, “What?”

Dean takes a deep breath, “Yeah, you’re so fucking unpredictable. You’re brave and strong-minded. It’s terrifying to be around you because you’re full of surprises. And really, sometimes I have trouble catching my breath because I’m trying so hard to keep up.”

“Oh,”

“It’s a good thing that I love challenges.” He reaches out a hand to touch her cheek, the one that hurts, and she flinches on instinct.

“You’re right, you know. When you said that you didn’t know me,” Dean’s face is only inches from hers now, “If you knew me before and if you see me now, you would know that I’ve changed. People would say that I changed for the better. You fucking changed me, Y/N. From the day I walked into that crappy bar and instead of meeting a bottle, I met you. My life was never the same again. Tell me what I need to do to get you to believe me that all I fucking care about is you.”

My life was never the same again.

Tell me what I need to do to get you to believe me that all I fucking care about is you.

There’s not one word of a lie in the things Dean tells her. He was fucking whipped from day one and somehow, he had always hoped that she felt the same. He’s pouring his fucking heart out, can’t lie that he’s terrified of how she’s going to react and while he talked, he almost didn’t hear himself because of the drumming of his heart that shot up to his ears.

His heart is beating way too fast, way too hard, and he thinks he’s a blink away from passing out. This is fucking worse than being in the middle of combat in Afghanistan.

“You could kiss me,” She looks at him, there’s a crooked grin on her face and Dean feels his heart leaps in relief.

He smiles and surges forward, covers her body with his. His hands around her waist as he presses her against the wall. Her fingers scratch at the base of his neck as he kisses her tenderly, savoring her sweet lips, sucks at them, is relieved when he feels her body relaxing in his grip, and when she kisses him back, he can’t stop the fluttering of his heart. His tongue goes in hesitant and smooth, waits to meet hers and she actually grins into the kiss, he can feel it.

The kiss grows harder, messier, and he feels himself pouring all the pent up frustration into it. His breathing picks up, and then she sucks at his tongue, making him forget his own damn name. It’s so much better than he imagined. Much better than the sleazy fantasies he’d been dreaming up all these days.

“Is that your phone in your pants?” She asks out of breath and there’s a cocky grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Dean chuckles at that, his hands working down her waist, grips around her thighs and hoists her up to nibbles at her bottom lip before he kisses her again, a little harder than before, just because he can.

Only when they need to breathe some air do they break the kiss, and Dean keeps his forehead on hers. She’s smiling and he just can’t help it. Can’t help that he has to kiss her again. He places kisses on her nose, her lips, her jaw, she giggles at that, making him laugh too.

“Come on, let's get you patched up,” He murmurs against her neck and breathes in the smell of her, but in reality he doesn’t really want to. Wants to stay like this, with her in his arms, wants to forget about his life and his obligations. Forget about the fact that he almost fucking lost her.

Dean walks her back into his bedroom with her still in his arms and lowers her down onto the edge of the bed, kisses her forehead before he has to go out and grab the first aid kit.

When he returns, she’s still sitting there, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. Dean feels a little pride in knowing that it’s him who did it to her, and he needs every ounce of self control right now to not just push her down on her back and have a go at her sweet lips again. He also tries to push the image of her — lying on his bed, spit slick and pliant with pink cheeks — out of his head.

He leaves her in the room and walks to the bathroom, coming out with a fresh washcloth. Kneeling before her, he rubs the cloth over the dried blood on her shoulder. He cleans the wound and puts disinfectant on it, moving on to the next wound he spots next, while she wriggles and tries to sit right without him seeing underneath her dress — or what’s left of it.

Raising an eyebrow, he looks at her and is met by a blushing girl, but she doesn’t say anything, keeping the hem of her dress between her legs with her hand.

Dean doesn’t dwell on it, instead, he works the cloth on her thigh, where there’s a bigger cut and a green bruise forming. He bites his lips, angry at himself for the things that happened to her, even if he knows that it wasn’t really his fault. He couldn’t possibly have known that Jo would show up and try to get her.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who almost got kidnapped,” Dean looks up and he can swear that her cheeks gets a shade brighter, “Where did you learn your moves?” Dean asks, because as he could see before, Jo’s face looked much worse.

“My dad,” She mumbles, “Always thought that a girl needs to be able to defend herself. Had a lot of sparring sessions growing up.”

“Ah, he’s right,” He places the cloth on the bed and grabs the disinfectant, “Sounds like a good dad.”

“He was,” She answers.

Was.

Dean couldn’t have missed that. He feels the push in his guts to ask her more. Wants to know more about her, because as she said, she doesn’t know him, he sure as hell doesn’t know her either. But he let it slide, they will have more time to talk in the future. At least he hopes that they will. He still has got some explaining to do himself.

All in due time.

Right now, he should get her home and meet with Cas.

He works on her wound, and there’s a whimper when he sprays her with disinfectant.

When he finishes he looks up at her and she’s smirking, not with her full heart but she’s brave. It truly makes him feel better to see her smile. It suits her much better than the worry he saw on her face moments before.

He places his lip on the bruise, kisses her softly. Something in him feels jealous too. Jealous that it’s not him who gets to bruise her up first — although he would do it differently — and for a minute, he works himself up again, feels the anger towards Jo pushing to the surface. Wants desperately to punch something but Dean clears his throat and bottles up his feelings to be released on another occasion.

He places another kiss on her knee, hears her giggling above him.

Looking up to her again, he smiles “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Y/N grins, all cocky and mischievous as she points the tip of her finger to the corner of her lips. “Here,”

Dean chuckles as he gets up and puts the kit out of the way, “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh,”

He places his one knee on the bed next to her and cradles her face with one of his hands, his thumb traces patterns on her jaw. Slowly he kisses the corner of her lips and then he parts.

“And here,” She says, pointing her finger to her nose.

He laughs, kissing the tip of her nose, “Better?”

“Much better,” She breathes out and he kisses her again, this time on her lips and they are as sweet and soft as he remembers from minutes ago.

“Can I ask you something?” She pushes him away, her hands on his chest.

“Anything,” He answers without thinking and it’s the truth, too. He’s ready to crack his chest open, even if he fears the question.

“Is that your cat?”

Only now does he notice her gaze falling to the door of his bedroom. A big grey cat is sitting there, waiting.

Dean laughs, lowers his forehead to her shoulder, and places a kiss on her neck before he gets back on his feet.

“Yeah,” He grins and walks to the cat to pick it up, the cat immediately relaxes in Dean’s arm, rubbing his head on Dean’s chest, “I swear, worst decision ever because he never does what he’s told. He knows that he’s not allowed in the bedroom.” He pets the cat’s head and it starts to purr.

He walks back to the bed where she’s sitting, and even though Dean doesn’t want his cat to be in his bed, the cat does it anyway, jumps from his arms into her lap.

“Well, hello there,” She smiles and strokes the cat’s head, “You kinda saved me, you know that?”

“Did he now?” Dean raises an eyebrow and takes a seat next to her, before he leans back and makes himself comfortable on his side, bracing himself on his elbow. The cat moves from her lap to lay between them on the bed, clearly enjoying the attention they’re giving him.

“Yeah, he kinda averted the attention to him,” She says, stroking the cat underneath its chin.

Dean laughs, “That’s what he can do best.”

“Never thought you’d be a cat person, though,” She’s grinning at Dean.

“Me neither,” He states matter of factly, “He’s a stray I’ve met in Afghanistan. I didn’t know how he got there, to be honest. The place was remote as can be. But I found him wandering around camp. At first I thought that he was a suicide animal and there might be some explosives attached to him but it turns out that he was just hungry and craved attention. When it was time to leave, I knew that he probably won’t survive since nobody was going to come back to feed him, so I made some arrangements for him to come back with me.”

Y/N stays silent, as if she wants to let his words sink in.

“You have a good heart, you know that?” She’s smiling but there’s a tint of sadness to it, he can see. She clears her throat before she asks, “Does he have a name?”

Dean cringes at that. He knew that the question would come, knew that he can’t possibly keep the name of the cat from her, no matter how much he would want to.

“Uh…” He’s blushing before he mumbles, “Cuddles,”

“What?”

“Cuddles.” He says it louder while squeezing his eyes shut.

“Cuddles?” She’s laughing, and even if Dean feels a little embarrassed, he can’t help but to laugh with her.

“Shut up, Sam named him,” Dean watches as the cat makes his way back to her lap when it hears her calling its name, “I wanted to give him a more manly name, like Hulk, or I don’t know, Thor, but he wouldn’t listen to any of them and Sam figured that he likes to cuddle so Cuddles it was and it’s the only name he listens to.”

“That’s a cute name,” She’s still laughing as she strokes the back of the cat's ear.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean huffs, “He’s earned a treat in saving you, too.”

At the word, the cat gets up from her lap and jumps down the bed, running out into the living room.

“Yeah, you go wait, I’ll be right there to feed you,” Dean calls out to the cat before he turns to her and speaks in a low tone, “He knows the word treat .”

“Oh, I bet he does,” She turns to smile at Dean.

The pink in her cheek is still there, and Dean knows that they should probably get going, knows that Cas is waiting for him but Dean just can’t help it. It’s like he can’t get enough of her and it should scare him, he knows that too. Yet, it feels so good that he ignores all the terrifying feelings in his gut to tug her down to him and kiss her again.

She’s lying next to him on his bed and he’s braced on his elbow next to her, one hand lazily stroking her face, careful not to hurt the bruised cheek as he bends down to kiss her again, tastes coffee and mint on her tongue.

After some time, they were rudely interrupted by Cuddle’s meows at the door and she chuckles against his lips.

“We should go,” He whispers, and steals another kiss before he pushes himself up onto his feet and extends a hand to help her up. “Even though I really don’t want t—”

“—No, I get it. I should get home, get into something more comfortable than a torn dress either.”

“Yeah, go get your things and I’ll feed the cat,” Dean walks out and leaves her to get ready.

“It has a name!” He can hear her calling out after him, “It’s Cuddles!” There’s giggling and Dean smirks.

“I know! Doesn’t mean that I like to say it. I’m only calling him by name when he’s in trouble,” He calls back, laughing to himself as he takes out the cat treat from the pantry.

CH11

#something just like this #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x you #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #mobster!dean #nathalie writes

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Superman & Lois - Ep. 102 “Heritage”

In which the Sad Dad vibes and teen angst continues!

Spoilers!

Lois gets the opening and closing narration this week! And generally has more to do, which is nice.

The fam has officially moved to Smallville, so the boys are gearing up to start school...or are they???

Well, Jon is. Jordan is told he has to stay home until he can get his nascent powers under control because they don’t want him to accidentally flash frying a classmate. Which he almost did. Last week.

Clark calls Jordan’s accidental heat vision an ‘ocular release of energy.’

This decision, of course, leads to some FAMILY DRAMA. Jordan feels like a freak! Jonathan is upset that they’ve had to move! Clark feels like he’s failing as a parent!

Oh and also the guy in the Master Chief suit is on the hunt for Kryptonite. Which is, you know. Troubling.

SO it’s off to school for Jonathan and off to the Fortress for Jordan!

Lois, upon Jonathan asking why Jordan gets to go flying with dad: “At least we have the radio!”

One plus side about the show being ‘grounded’ and ‘prestige-y’: the high school drama is of a more believable variety. Still tedious, but at least it’s not dated 90s tropes.

...Well, okay. Not entirely true. Sarah Cushing’s personality thus far is ‘nice girl who’s dating a jerk’ and yes, the line “What do you see in that guy?” is said aloud. So.

Win some, lose some.

MEANWHILE, AT THE FORTRESS:

Love the actor they got for Jor-El. He’s perfect, in that he feels like an homage to Brando, Crowe, but is also his own distinct version. I dig it.

But there’s no giant key made of dwarf star matter because this is GROUNDED and REALISTIC and none of that SILLY CW NONSENSE, WE GOT HBO MAX MONEY.

Back to the Lois vs. Edge plot:

For all the folks wondering how Lois working at the Planet was going to continue, what with the show being set in Smallville...

WELL.

Edge now owns the Planet, so he re-writes a negative article she’s written about him, which leads to her quitting, and going to write for the Smallville Gazette.

Which is operated by Chrissy Beppo.

Who is...named after the super monkey?

Does this mean we’ll eventually meet other Smallville residents named after super pets? Like Marsha Whizzy, or maybe Kenneth Comet.

Seems a weird choice when ‘Bibbo’ is right there.

ANYWAYS.

Best line of the episode: “You know what babe? You do your Superman stuff, and I will do my Lois Lane stuff.”

MEANWHILE, THE SAD DAD VIBES INTENSIFY as Grandpa Jor-El reveals: Jordan...will never be like you, Kal-El. His human DNA is too limiting.

Which is a very interesting plot point (that was sorta mentioned/explored in Future State!)

So, about the boys: I still find them...mostly annoying. But I appreciate the dynamic they’re establishing: Jordan has always required more time and attention due to his anxiety disorder, and Jonathan has always had to look after him and compensate--this carries over into the new status quo where Jordan has the super powers and Jonathan further feels that his brother is getting time and attention and he needs to make sacrifices and changes for him/the family.

This leads to a really lovely moment between the brothers at the end of the episode that I genuinely enjoyed, so. I’m hoping that there will be more of that and less of ‘drama with Sarah’.

(Also if you think that sounds a little like another pair of Super siblings...it does! And also hold that thought.)

The OTHER big twist is that Master Chief AKA Captain Luthor comes from a world with an EVIL SUPERMAN.

To be clear, the set-up is very obviously, ‘Our Clark will prove Captain Luthor wrong re: thinking he’ll turn evil,’ so I’m not seriously suggesting we’re in for a full-on Injustice situation. I just find it funny, how quickly they pulled out the ol’ evil Supes.

(The one we saw in Elseworlds doesn’t count since that wasn’t Clark.)

And maybe this one isn’t either! I admit complete ignorance as to the comics stuff they’re pulling from; I guess it’s somehow connected to Project 7734 (Which is ‘hell’ upside down, as any fifth grader with a calculator will tell you) a counter-Kryptonian force put together by Sam Lane, I think?

IDK. Like I said, comics blind spot.

The episode ends with Grandpa Lane looking a bit spooked at the ominous 7734 keychain Captain Luthor gave him, and Captain Luthor still on the hunt for Kryptonite! DUN DUN DUUNNNNNN.

And now, time for a segment I’ll call: Gettin’ Super Salty w/Stranger wherein I will stash all of my frustration regarding the fact that this spin-off doesn’t really want to be a spin-off.

Okay, so first up! As mentioned, the Fortress design has been changed because the silly Supergirl version does not vibe with the new serious aesthetic.

Their loss! More Legion Rings, baby Sun Eaters, and impractical front door keys for Supergirl!

The sunstone AI details the last days of Krypton, and only one (1) pod is shown escaping the destruction.

Thanks, I hate it.

I do appreciate that Jor-El at least kinda appears to be wearing clothes that match the look of Supergirl’s Krypton. I wasn’t paying close attention to the buildings in the hologram, no clue if they match the architecture we’ve seen thus far.

Like, I get it. There’s no time to pause the plot and be like, ‘hey, just FYI, I’m not the sole survivor of Krypton, my cousin escaped as well’ but also AAAARRRRRGHHHHHH.

You’re using the versions of the characters introduced in Supergirl, the least you can do is namedrop her once. ONCE. That’s all I’m asking. XD

They missed their opportunity, actually; when the boys were like, ‘We have so many questions!’ All you had to do was slip in, ‘Are we related to Supergirl?’ Bam. Done. Never need to go back to it, you’ve acknowledged it, continue on with your solo Sad Dad adventures!

(Except I guess that wouldn’t work, since so much of this is built on Clark being the Lone Protector of the earth. If you allude to other heroes being around, your whole character motivation/struggle makes less sense.)

I get it but I don’t have to like it. XD

They shoulda just set this on another Earth!

Circling back to the sibling dynamic: I hate how now I really want Kara to someday appear on this show and hang out with the boys and be like, ‘ah, yes, I know the feeling, my sister and I were the same.’

That’s it, that’s all the crossover content I need. I realize Melissa is moving on to bigger and better things but MAYBE SOMEDAY. XD (Or maybe I’ll just write a fic, who knows.)

I can’t remember if I brought this up already but it is hilarious to me that anyone still thinks of Superman as a reporter--most modern takes treat it as an afterthought and here, it’s dispensed in the first episode.

It has not been brought up since.

Like, much is made about Lois leaving Metropolis, and what that’ll mean for her career, but no one in Smallville is like, ‘Clark, wow! Farming? That’s quite a career change!’

(I assume he’ll be farming, since they mentioned starting the farm up again.)

...You think anyone will drag the writers for tossing aside Clark’s ‘true calling?’

Who am I kidding? Supergirl fandom is not watching this show, they’re just harassing the people running the social media accounts.

SO OVERALL: The good remains good! The meh remains meh! I appreciate that this version of Clark and Lois exist as we inch ever closer to the release of the Snyder Cut! But also the behind-the-scenes stuff continues to hang over everything like a terrible cloud! Here’s hoping those problems are addressed!

#long post #superman and lois spoilers #that supergirl spinoff #stranger rambles

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Demons(you).me - Chapter 6 Redgrave Market

>>Click here to Read over on AO3!<<

Art by Aya/ITOUYAS! <3

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Summary:

In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Important information!

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady

Characters: Lady, Dante, Vergil, Morrison, Nell Goldstien, Eva, Sparda, Mundus

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive!, Human Experimentation, Cults.

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Chapter 6

“Hang on. You want me to do what?!” A familiar deep voice, on the other end of the phone, exclaimed.

“I need you to find us a way into that event, Morrison!” Lady repeated herself; words laced with growing frustration. Her hand tightening its hold around the bright yellow ceiling handle hanging above her. “Yes, I know you don’t deal with the Cult of Fortuna! But this is really kinda urgent!”

The heat of the compartment was really starting to get to her. Sweat beads welling up on her forehead and covering it in a wet, salty glaze. It was hard to tell if this was because of the stress of negotiating with Morrison, or the 60 or so people rammed into the same monorail cart around her - pressed up against one another like sheep in an inclosed pen. It felt as though she was being cooked in a gruelling dry oven. The air conditioning unit stationed above her, trying its best as it worked overtime to pump small blasts of cool air in the mercenary’s direction, to little avail except for a brief millisecond of chilly relief she gained from it.

Her compatriots, likewise, also seemed to be uncomfortable in their current situation.

Apparently, Dante’s already non-existent attention span had been quickly eroded away in the 15 or so minutes he had been forced to stand here. Well…not really stand. As he had leaned back against one of the glass archways, in-between the main seating area and the exit door, arms crossed. Obviously rather bored, if the occasional upset, deep sighs she heard coming from his direction, were anything to go by. Alongside the sweet sound of him humming some kind of rock song, unbeknownst to anyone but himself, and tapping his foot on the floor to its invisible beat. His eyes closed, although occasionally peaking one sapphire eye open to see if their final destination was coming up on the floating holographic sign above them. Only to always be sorely disappointed, then returning to his sweet humming.

Vergil, meanwhile, was sitting on a small plastic bench in between the pair of them. It seemed he had declared some sort of silent, and bloody war against a screaming and whining young child across from them; the child’s ignorant mother taking no action to stop them. His sharp eyes fixed intently on the small, high-pitched creature. Glaring at them angrily, as though the demon thought that by some miracle, it would get the child to shut up. That...obviously wasn’t working however, and the little boy continued to screech regardless.

Lady took the opportunity to slip a glance over her shoulder at the elder twin, while her conversation between her and her employer lulled for a moment. Morrison deep in thought as he lit up another cigar.

It was crystal clear from how tense and rigid the blue demon’s body language was becoming - his sharp pale jawline, peaking from beneath the veil of shadows covering his aristocratic features, hardening - that Vergil was soon going to blow. Massively. Which given the elder twin's track record for bloody slaughter, could only really lead to a disaster on a packed train like this. All Lady could do was hold her breath, and hope they could get off this nightmarish train before that happened.

“Alright. Cause’ its you little missy, I’ll see what I can do.” Morrison relented. A touch of fatherly gruffness to his voice. "Not making any promises though. Fuck. I don’t even wanna to think about whose strings I’m gonna have to tug to pull this off!”

“I certainly appreciate it, Morrison. Cheers.” Lady thanked, before ending the call. Sliding her phone into her skirt pocket.

“So is he going to do it?” Dante asked. Smiling hopefully at her.

“Sounds like it.” Lady confirmed with a nod. Switching her cramping arm, holding onto the ceiling handle, over to the other. “I’m sure he’ll pull through with something.”

More accurately, they needed him to pull through with something.

Despite being the one to send them off on this perilous quest in the first place. Augustus had been kind enough to provide them as much information as he could gather about this “Charity Ball”. Sending through several of the emails he had received from the cult’s network, after the group had handed back his laptop.

And it was just as well he had! Because, as it turned out, the Charity Ball drastically moved location every time it was held. From fancy restaurants on the middle floor to a gentrified warehouse in the slums. However, this time it seemed the location of choice was a small expo centre. Ironically, it was surprisingly close to the hotel where she had first encountered Vergil.

But, even if they at least knew this secret meeting's location, it still didn’t mean they had any way to actually enter the Ball. It was an invite only event. Unless Lady wanted to bankrupt herself a few hundred times over, she sure as hell was not buying her way inside! It wasn’t even like the twins could do much to help either, even with their father’s limitless wealth. As Vergil had pointed out, it would be obvious they came from a demonic household, given that they weren’t already a part of the pre-established wealthy society of humans. And thus, given the Cult of Fortuna’s fears about being found out by the demonic authorities, they’d be swiftly rejected regardless.

“MUUUUUUUUUUM I WANNA GET OFF! THIS SO BORING!” The bratty child screamed at the top of his lungs. Before pointing a chubby finger over in the group's direction. “SERIOUSLY THIS PLACE SMELLS FUNNY!! ESPECIALLY THAT CREEPY GUY WHO KEEPS STARING AT ME-“

The child didn’t have a chance to finish. Pinned against the opposite train wall by the sharp tip of Yamato’s silver blade, held dubiously resting above the boy's heart, in less than the blink of an eye. The boy fell, choked on his words. Only letting out a small whimper in terror as he looked up at the towering man before him. The whole crowd erupted into a mania of panicked screaming and backing away from the scene. Leaving a circle of free space around them.

Crap, this isn’t good! Lady thought to herself. Silently cursing the child for antagonising Vergil when they had seemed so close to being able to get off without a hitch. The next station’s only a minute away, dammit!

“What on earth are you doing!” The child’s mother cried hysterically. Reaching out to push him off her son, before being stopped dead in her tracks by Vergil’s cutting glare.

“Teaching your child the consequences of his actions.” Vergil informed her sharply. A look of genuine confusion shot onto the woman’s features at his declaration. As though she had no idea what he was talking about."You really are a terrible mother, aren’t you? Don’t you realise there are other people on this train who do not wish to hear your child's screeching? You are not only neglectful to your son, but also to common decency.”

The mother grew enraged at his accusation. Clenching one hand tightly around the handle of her crimson handbag, as her heart-shaped face twisted and disfigured in offence. “B-but I don’t control what my son does! He’s his own person-“

“Yes. But as his guardian you have an obligation to do something, woman!” Vergil snapped angrily.

“Yeah, as much as my bro might be overreacting. He’s kinda got a point lady.” Dante chimed in. Causally moving to stand over beside Vergil so that they were back to back; Dante leaning a portion of his body weight against his brother.

Subtly, he elbowed his twin’s lower back. Getting Vergil’s attention off the child and towards him. The blue demon tilted his head over his shoulder in Dante’s direction, before leaning in close and whispering into his ear. “Think the kid’s got the idea, Verge. Wanna let him go?”

At his brother’s words, Vergil withdrew his blade. Returning Yamato back to its holster under his coat with a satisfying click. He turned away with a flourish of his blue coat, leaving the now silent child in his tracks. As he headed for the train doors, the packed crowd standing in his path shifted aside for him, like he was parting the Red Sea, just as a masculine, artificial voice stated; “We will shortly be arriving at Redgrave Market Station. Please stand clear of the doors for those exiting.”

“That’s our stop! You coming babe?” Dante called out over his shoulder, walking straight past Lady after his brother, as the train’s heavy doors slid open and bright artificial street light flooded through into the dim cabin. Illuminating their escape.

“Yep!” Lady exclaimed, embarrassingly high-pitched. Finding it hard to keep her cool with all these people, likely hundreds, staring at her. After quickly sparing a glance to check if the young boy was ok - which seemed to be the case, as his mother cradled the now crying child close to her chest, ironically finally paying him the scrap of obviously needed attention - the mercenary fled the train just as its metal doors slammed shut behind her.

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Click here to read more over on Ao3! :D

#devil may cry #dmc #dante #vergil #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc lady #dmc dante #dmc vergil #devil may cry fanfiction

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My lengthy rambles from The Do Do Sol Sol LaLa Sol Finale:

It’s only five minutes in and I can’t handle it.

Right so Hariboji woke up..definitely a yahoo but I’m guessing we’re gonna only be allowed one miracle per episode..

Goodness I think the biggest problem is how it’s still sounding and filming like a romantic comedy...I mean my nervous system can’t handle when it switches so I don’t want it all the time but at the same time it feels like a betrayal.

Haribojo knows.

I’m trying to laugh hard at the funny parts to process, also grunting, yelling and deep breathing to process

Shouting “No” in Korean and “YAH!” A lot this sucks..

Oooh Flight Of The Bumblebee go Jae Min!

Great the most sweetest duet via technology with a montage. It’s so beautiful and heartbreaking and hitting a little to close to home since I’m sick and my family far away is sick

Is anyone recording this for Jun because assuming he’s not dead yet I’d at least like to know he saw it.

Haribojo knows. I mean He really really knows. He’s all of us watching this. That’s to heavy a burden for him to carry alone...

I should know I’m carrying it too.

Oh my gosh I did get joy out of Mimi as Santa and I’m not a dog person but she’s been fabulous

That’s his Mom... he’s already gone so the question about recording is moot.

Sinking feeling sinking feeling

Ugggghhhh whhhhhyyyyy.

I’m crying they’re all crying this isn’t fair.

I don’t watch Kdrama for real life endings

Why is there still like twenty minutes left of this thing.....just break my heart and be done with it. A stupid twenty minutes gives me weird traitorous hope even though I’ve already been broken by all past tense references the “was ill” was etc...” “video recorded a month ago.

And the actual confirmation he died.

And no RaRa did not deserve to have her father die AND the love of her life. Jun didn’t deserve it either and I know that’s not how life works BELIEVE me I know...but I don’t need it in my KDrama that was supposed to end happy.

And her happy in the future without the love of her life is NOT a happy ending to me.....Why must you Bonnie and Enzo me!?

Also that reference to TVD OTP is evidence of my LOVE for RaRa and Jun if my brain is making Bonnie and Enzo parallels.

In the midst of this I’m so proud of myself for processing and feeling my feelings and being present I can’t even. Well done me.

FIIIIIVVVEEE YEARS LATERR!!!!!

Wait a second what happening why is there a baby?

I don’t know if this is good our bad!. I’m conflicted the child is adorable...what?! is it their child?!

If it is and Jun didn’t get to know or meet it I’m still very upset.

Whooooooo’s Appa?!?!

Aaaaaaaaahhhhyhhy wwhwhwwhhhhaaaaatttt iiissishshss. Happpaaaneingging

Oh okay that makes more sense about Appa. And their married that’s cute even in the midst of other things

Great so she’s happy and alone is that’s what happening here? NOT a happy ending but if you marry her to someone else I will cut you so there’s that. This drama is bringing out my salty and violent words side on the internet so I apologize to the writers(I won’t really cut you) (double apologize after seeing the ending...I’m sorry...I was under a lot of stress)

Yes if Ha Yeong gets to join TWD Seung Gi should too.

Awww good for Jae Min

Hariboji died too that’s so great.

Yes talk about the people who are no longer with you but WHY is that’s the case?!?

Yes never forget them

Dr Cha gave his ex wife/current girlfriend lettuce.....Lettuce....aaaahhhh

I’m genuinely happy for all other couples who are together but come on kisses if you are trying to heal my heart with them I WANT kisses. Especially for my five year’s married cuties.

Never going to be over Jun being in pain NEVER.

I have a twitch and it’s probably Lyme related but I’m going to blame this episode.

I’m just waiting for the confusion to drop because I know the ending confusing...I even had my Mom google if he died because I thought it’d be better to know but she couldn’t find out anything and considering some of your reactions I’m wainting for the confusion to hit.

Whaaaaattttssss happening? Goodness he looks good in a suit but what’s happening?

What’s happening you said he died?! Is RaRa dead? Why would he lie? I need an explanation?! Can I hope?! I don’t need it all explained just CAN I HOPE?!

Oh goodness that’s so mean to let me and someone believe your dead...but he’s not dead....I’m crying and laughing like I was at the end of Angel’s Last Mission love...this is going to take time to recover from. Slightly hyper ventilating. Very confused about my feelings

You also need to wipe my tears and help me believe you’re real Jun.

Okay underneath all the Lyme and depression I AM an optimist and I’ve hoped for happy endings with less....but I don’t think this drama will ever be unlinked with sorrow and slight confusion for me because of all the pain I went through.

I’m just hoping I can believe the end more as I process more even though it’s a terrible thing to do to someone and I suffered emotional trauma along with my characters.

I think ever watcher should receive complementary kisses from Lee Jae Wook to help us heal.

So I’m guessing they are saying he though he was dying and maybe he was...I’ve had close calls and so have many I loved. And then there was a miracle but he wanted to wait until fully recovered to tell them...and recover can take a long time. I have Lyme which is just as hard to treat as cancer(more so in some ways because we don’t get the funding...no disrespect in the meant to meant to cancer patients THEY deserve ALL the funding)

And a modest optimism for me would probably be five years at recovery...so I understand the time jump.

And I can’t believe he would make them all believe he was dying unless he thought he was because that’s to cruel....But maybe...I still love him even though that’s terrible. And am very grateful he alive but wouldn’t have minded even more confirmed for my nervous system.

I disconnect a little at the end but still proud of myself for mostly being connected and feeling my feelings....I think waiting was a good idea because despite this raither lengthy feels writing I actually did pretty good emotionally speaking.

I didn’t shut down I actually cried. That’s good for me. And I didn’t feel totally impaled by the sadness! Yay me! And I was even able to connect with my sad dramatic side and enjoy some of the sadness..super proud of myself.

I enjoy Scifi so I’m actually pretty okay with death loopholes and appreciate the writer for using one.

The biggest thing for me is he didn’t die...I can forgive a lot since he didn’t die.

I am still kinda fragile so I can’t really handle discourse about the ending.

Hearts to you and your processing journey but I’m an empath so I can’t really handle others feels at this time.

#sad hariboji died #without knowing that #not right #do do sol sol la la sol #my kdrama rambles #lee jae wook #go ara #kdrama

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Anonymous asked: Hello sorry if I was unclear. What I meant to say is that most people have a superficial view on intimacy of any sort, and so while I love Tang Qi's portrayal of romance, I hate most people's physicality-obsessed interpretations. Dunno if it's a western thing, but fanfiction is so out of alignment with canon romance themes that the characters are barely recognisable anymore. (1/4)

Secondly, Most readers/viewers do not give characters like Yehua or Lian Song a chance before making stereotypical assumptions about them. I love their real personalities, flaws and all, but I hate the sheer hyperexaggeration the fandom makes out of it (e.g. hating on Ji Heng). People just cannot see a character as a whole but put them into one category or the other. (2/4)

Thirdly, I just added that I relate to Lian Song(depression etc) because I kinda share his views on romance/love and don't really care for physical aspects that much. I'm aware he's a playboy, but he's also not a stereotypical one (which is unfortunately how most people interpret him) so it's a relief that your blog instead backs up my interpretation of him with facts. (3/4)

Lastly, I'm so sorry for ranting in the Q & A section. Making several points with a word limit really compromises what I'm trying to say 😆. But the bottom line was that fandoms' misinterpretations of your favourite characters makes it hard to see them in an objective light again. (4/4)

(this 4th one came in after most of our answers were done, so we apologize if it comes off a little ??? we weren’t aware of the end goal for the anons received. We mean no ill-will in how we come across, just elaborating on things and we hope that’s alright with you. <3)

(Admin Lin): Hey! Thanks for sharing your opinions, though these anons are starting to get a little haughty for our own comfort to continue addressing. Both admins have our own grievances with the fandom / how it views particular characters (Ji Heng being a prime example here), however the fandom still offers plenty of good things from it. This is not only a western fandom “issue” (I say as this physicality isn’t necessarily an issue), it can be found in the eastern fandom as well for not only this series but others as well. Both admins are in fact western fandom despite Admin Ro being Asian.

As for when it comes down to interpretations - Peach Blossoms is written in first person and hard to find on the western side of the internet; Yehua has an extra from his perspective but that’s the only direct contact we get with him that isn’t through Bai Qian’s eyes. Qian isn’t a romantic person nor does she necessarily find what he does romantic, she’s been engaged to him for so long she kind of considered their engagement troublesome due to her past experience with his Uncle Sang Ji. When it comes to the drama’s take of Yehua, we get a clearer idea of him but at the same time it’s easy to see where others can’t grasp him in his entirety or simplify things when in a fanfiction. Or, for the likes of me, knows what he’s like but can’t formulate a more articulate summary or introspective version of him because of his extensive complexities and in some ways, the knowledge of a Chinese household of some fashion to express the intricacies of his upbringing. It’s merely harder.

In the case of Lian Song - the Western fandom doesn’t have access to the information that can be found on this blog as easily because Lotus Step is in the middle of a hiatus but will continue serializing by next year. So, it’s no one’s fault for misunderstanding what kind of playboy he is since that was only addressed in the fall of last year and the dramas both make it clear he’s a playboy / amorous person but never elaborates on it. So it’s an easy assumption to make that he may be a typical playboy by fans of the other available media because he’s not featured beyond Yehua’s uncle or Donghua’s best friend with touches here and there of his connection to Cheng Yu. It’s only in his novel that we get to see a different side of him that will ultimately have a shift at some point to what we see 50,000 years down the line. So, I’m not actually bothered by this myself, personally. It is bound to happen because no one on the western side of the fandom has as much access or want to read an untranslated novel.

With TQ’s stance on romance writing, I will say the concept of eternal love or a love that lasts 3,000 lifetimes is a very Chinese one that unless one digs through it with patience and interest in Buddhism / other Eastern religions, that it can be a harder nuance to grasp for those unfamiliar.

(Admin Ro): We’re sorry you’ve had bad experiences with “fanon” material. We’re thankful that you like the content on this blog enough to comment on it! These are my opinions on the whole affair: as a Chinese woman who reads Chinese novels, from a perspective of writing tropes, hyper-exaggeration is already frequently utilized...in canon. And - from a personal standpoint, when the tropes hit right, I - don’t necessarily mind. Depth can be dug out of the text, but it’s understandable for people to simplify when they’re simply writing or analyzing for their enjoyment.

I’m ace, so maybe I understand, Nonny, when you say that you don’t care for the physical aspects of love. I personally, in my life, don’t necessarily want or need that kind of intimacy, and I don’t find myself straying into the smut tag too often to read about it as it stretches my comfort limits. Granted, I am not sex-repulsed, and it takes a great deal to upset me - however, if everything is in layers and someone enjoys writing smut, then they simply enjoy that layer. Romance isn’t less good and interpretations aren’t less good if there’s a degree of physicality in it. Heck, Admin Lins and I have discussed extensively the physicality of these books - we keep it off the blog 80% of the time because tagging, but it’s a present theme. And, all of us enjoy different things. At the end of the day I think we can’t say the tropes aren’t good when the tropes are the lead-ins that drew us into the more extensive stories.

Furthermore, a lot of what is on this blog is “read,”and I will never say my read of a character or a part of canon is “right” - or that it's “right”-er than someone else’s. Yes, there’s room for passionate debate as evidenced by many, many essays, but I’m not upset when I can’t change anyone’s mind. People are not automatically wrong when they disagree with me - even if there’s textual evidence, there is difference in interpretation of that textual evidence. I understand why fandom thinks the way it does - though, you’ll have to forgive me, my brain is 90% of the time focused on Pillow Book. Regardless, whether you walk out of a book thinking “this character has this much depth and this many flaws” or “this character is just a flat out antagonist” is very much dependent on you. Yes, we as a blog synthesize textual evidence to make that synthesis easier, but ultimately we are no better judges of anyone’s personality than anyone else out in the fandom.

Rather, I think sometimes for the sake of finding reasons or understanding, or when we look for evidence fitting our own assumptions about characters sometimes we lean into a softer read, maybe entirely without realizing it. This is a big no in the world of analytical writing for the sake of, ironically “objectivity” - but this is for enjoyment and not academia. There are times when textual evidence is untouched by the author's tone in terms of connotation and so when we take it for our reading and we have our pre-formed opinions we fall a little more between the lines. Admin Lins and I obviously differ in where this happens as we each have our own, minutely different vibes for characters in question. We know where our confirmation biases in interpretation might lie. Everyone has those.

Up till about February or March this year, I, like a lot of the rest of this fandom, wanted to roast Ji Heng on a spitfire. That is my bias. We are humans, and I think we are perhaps incapable of reading something and staying entirely objective to each character. I clawed my way out of my bias (I say ‘clawed’ because it was difficult), however, by looking at the book, looking at my own opinions, looking at other people’s opinions and asking myself: which parts of this is most likely to be true? I think the only way of striving toward objectivity in terms of portrayal is to consider other people’s portrayals, even if you don’t like them - and see if there’s any truth you can see past your bias. And to accept that truth, even if it’s a hard pill to swallow.

I guess what I have been trying to say, for this entire time, is that we are not the authority on what is and isn’t objective, on what is and isn’t right in these characters, interpretations, and this blog. We are glad to be an interpretation you enjoy - but that doesn’t mean the rest of the fandom who have different opinions are wrong or misinterpretations. I realize we can come across like that sometimes because we make salty memes and because we write long paragraph essays when we have opinions, but ultimately, no one is wrong. Our bubble of enjoyment is our bubble, and no one has to agree with us.

#three lives three worlds ten miles of peach blossoms #three lives three worlds the lotus step #Yehua #Lian Song #admin lin answers #admin ro answers

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emoboijk · 4 years

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11 and 22 with JK pls 💜

11. “Here, take my blanket.” & 22. “Are you upset with me?” — jeongguk x reader | drabble requests open

It’s cold.

It’s cold and wet and...salty. And there’s sand in your socks. And it’s cold.

No one told you it was going to be so fucking cold. And all the laughter and chatter and someone somewhere playing a guitar is irritating. The girls running into the waves in their shorts and then screaming because it’s cold are so, so irritating.

And the sand isn’t soft and comfortable like you thought it might be. No. So you have to wiggle your ass around to get comfortable and now there is sand in your shorts.

“What’s up, grumps?” Jin says from beside you. He’s sitting on a log and leaning forward to roast his marshmallows, and he cranes his neck to look back at you.

You narrow your eyes, “It’s cold.”

Jin raises his eyebrows and leans back when the marshmallow is golden so that his shoulders are even with yours. He nods as he maneuvers the gooey object between a couple of graham crackers and says, “Okay, yeah. The beach at night is cold. It’s only April. But I don’t think that’s why you’re grumpy.”

You roll your eyes. Maybe if you don’t engage with him he’ll stop talking.

“Nah, I think you’re upset,” he says, setting the metal marshmallow rod to the side, “because Jeongguk is over there with his guitar and a gaggle of girls in bikinis. And you’re over here. Shivering.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, your eyes naturally moving over to where Jeongguk is with Tae and Hobi.

Tae keeps running into the waves with the girls, laughing and hugging them when they get cold. You’ve been watching for awhile and you think he’s probably going to take home the one in the yellow bikini, because he’s hugged her the most. You’re not sure what her name is, but you’ve seen her in class once or twice.

Hobi is running from a few girls who have found slimy things in the waves and crabs, screaming jovially as they taunt him. He might take someone home, but you doubt it. He’s not as into the one-night kind of thing as Tae is.

Jeongguk is sitting with his guitar. He’s positioned himself perfectly so that the waves just barely touch him as he plays, smiling at whoever pauses to listen. It’s the usual group of girls who hang around him at school, like bees around a flower.

And so what? So what. You don’t care.

He just asked you to come. Specifically. He just...paused with his perfect smile and perfect nose after a tutoring session to say, “Hey, I don’t know if you already have plans, but you should come to the beach thing tonight.”

But who cares, right? Who cares? You just...hate the beach. But you were prepared to hate it less if it meant you got to hang out with him. But you aren’t hanging out with him, so...it sucks.

“Oh, spoke too soon,” Jin says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. You turn to ask what he means but he’s already gone. A moment later you jump as you feel someone sit next to you in the sand.

“Hey,” Jeongguk says, repositioning the guitar in his lap and playing a few chords with an easy fluttering of his fingers. “There you are,” he grins.

“Here I am,” you smile weakly, turning away slightly as you mutter, “all night.”

Jeongguk’s brow furrows in confusion because, despite all the laughter and chatter, he did catch that last, passive aggressive bit. But then his jaw drops in concern when a violent shiver wracks your body; you curl in on yourself and rub your hands over your arms roughly.

“Here, here,” Jeongguk says in a rush, pulling the blanket from off his lap and beneath his guitar and wrapping it around your shoulders. “Take my blanket.”

Still pouting, you hug it to your chest tightly, breathing deeply as the material over your shoulders starts to warm you. You duck your head inside it and freeze when you smell it—fabric softener and hair gel and sea salt. Involuntarily, your limbs relax.

“Hey,” Jeongguk says, playing the guitar at random nervously, “are you mad at me or something?”

You glare at him and scowl, “What would make you say that?”

He reaches over and presses the crease between your eyebrows, “Because of that.”

You sigh and close your eyes, trying to force every single muscle in your face to relax. But when you open them again, Jeongguk is still across from you, looking perplexed.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

His mouth twists nervously to the side and he plays another anxious melody on the guitar. “People who are fine don’t need so much concentration to...make their face...normal.”

You force a laugh, “My face is normal!”

He says your name softly, pleadingly, now with his own crease between his eyebrows. Your face truly does soften this time and you huddle beneath the blanket to try and hide as you say, “I just thought...we’d hang out tonight, that’s all. I thought when you invited me it was—.”

“A date?” he finishes.

“Something like that,” you whisper, turning to look away from him as your cheeks burn.

Jeongguk coughs awkwardly and you hear a couple of notes from the guitar. A nervous habit, you realized.

“I wanted it to be,” he whispers, “but you seemed really uninterested. I didn’t even think you were gonna come...you kinda brushed me off.”

You gasp and whirl on him accusatorially, “No I didn’t!”

Jeongguk squints at you and tilts his head. After a moment he holds his hand in the air and speaks with a feminine affect that you think is supposed to be you, “Oh, um, I don’t know Kook, I’m pretty busy—”

“Shut up!” you giggle, slapping his shoulder playfully, “I do not talk like that.”

He chuckles and looks down, shaking his head so his hair flies out of his eyes. “No,” he says sweetly, looking up at you with his wide doe eyes shining brightly in the firelight, “you don’t. But that is what you said.”

“Oh,” you whisper, ducking your head, “sorry, then. I was nervous.”

His eyebrows shoot into his hairline, “Nervous! Why? We hang out together almost every day.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, for tutoring. You have to hang out with me for that.”

Jeongguk chuckles and leans over his guitar, “Okay, true. But I do...like you.”

You look up and narrow your eyes, “Like me?”

Even in the firelight you can see his cheeks turn pink as he draws away ever so slightly. His fingers hit the guitar strings in an awful cacophony of noise. He winces and rubs at his nose nervously, “Well, yeah. I mean...I could always get Namjoon to tutor me...I mean, he’s offered and everything, but I just...I like—”

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward across his lap and press your lips to his. The kiss is chaste and a little bit dry and you accidentally hit his nose with your own. It’s embarrassing so you pull back quickly, your face tinting red.

“No, wait—” Jeongguk starts, lunging forward after you. He cups your cheek and guides your lips to his own. His skin is cold but his mouth is warm, his tongue splitting the seam of your lips and diving inside your mouth. This kiss is much smoother than the first, and your body unwinds under his touch, inching towards him in the sand even as he pulls away.

Your face is flushed and you’re out of breath as you say, “Sorry...I brushed you off.”

Jeongguk smiles, his nose scrunching up happily, “Sorry I didn’t sit next to you sooner.”

(this turned out real cute but, oof, i suck at endings)

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draqcnheartstrinq · 5 years

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Utterly Stunning

Peter Parker x Insecure!Reader

Requested: Anonymous asked: peter parker w insecure reader? like maybe she has an internship with Stark and she doesn’t show up so he goes to check on her. peter finds her upset because she still has acne even tho she’s 17, and she’s kinda small (like fr I weigh less than 100 lbs) and people comment on it, even family and friends? i’m having a rough week, my friends asked me how much i weigh since it came up and i told them i was 99 and they were all like ‘do you even eat?’ and blah blah blah and it just kinda hurt

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I hope this is what you expected sweet anon! Enjoy and feel all the love Peter has to give to you ;)

Once again, Peter made his way to The Avengers Facility. He did this twice a week to talk to Tony, go over some possible suit-improvements together and ask him about everything his mind could come up with.

Talking to Tony Stark was easy now, a routine if you could call it that and the two of them genuinely build up a bond.

Pepper was there too every now and then. She loved seeing the pair work together on a new gadget and sometimes getting into an argument but never a heated one. Tony could never be angry with Peter, and that was the most adorable thing about it.

Usually you were there too as an actual intern, learning about all the different technologies and suits, developing various amounts of improvements… But not today. You hadn’t shown up at the usual hour and both Peter and Tony were getting quite worried about your absence. You hadn’t called in sick either, adding to the guys’ suspicions.

“Has she texted you today at all, Parker?” Tony asked after making sure you hadn’t called in.

“Let me check.” Peter reached for his phone in his back pocket. As the screen lit up with Ned, MJ and him on the background, the only notification he saw was a message from May.

“No, I didn’t get anything from her. Maybe she slept in and forgot to set her alarm?”

“That’s possible, but I don’t feel good about this.” A line appeared between Tony’s eyebrows and his hand glided over his stubbled chin. Something wasn’t right and he knew it. You were always on time, always made sure not to do anything wrong or step in anyone's way… This was totally out of character for your norms.

“Peter, when you leave for the day could you possibly pass by (Y/N)’s place? I have a feeling something isn’t adding up and unfortunately I haven’t got the time to go myself.”

“Of course, sir, I was thinking of doing the same thing!”

“Good.”

As they tinkered a while longer it grew quiet again, both of them being preoccupied by the thought of something happening to you. Sweet smart (Y/N), what could possibly be going on?

*~*~*~*~*~*

Entering the lobby of your apartment building always made Peter’s heart go a little faster. Seeing you, being near you in general made him more jittery and nervous but at the same time joyful and excited.

The ride in the elevator up to your floor was just as nerve wracking as making his final exams. Stressful because what if something went wrong, but thrilling because afterwards he would be having an amazing time.

He breathed in deeply simultaneously as the ding of the elevator went off. More nervous with the second he even tripped over the rug in the hallway, scolding himself in his head for being so clumsy, once gain.

“Please, don’t be this stupid when she’s talking to you”, he whispered to himself before knocking on your apartment door.

Even after two minutes of him standing there, balancing on the balls of his feet and his tiptoes, no one opened.

He knocked again, waiting a few more seconds but it was no better this time.

His worry grew little by little and eventually he decided to take matters into his own hands. What if you were really in trouble? What if someone hurt you and he wasn’t there to help? It would honestly break him to know something was horribly wrong and he didn’t do a thing to get you out of it.

Peter took off towards the window at the end of the hallway and opened it whilst making sure no one was there to see what he was about to do. Finally he climbed through the window, sticking his hands to the wall outside and climbing ‘spider-style’ towards your room window. Luckily for him your apartment was pretty far from the city center so nobody would notice this eighteen year old climbing against apartment walls, about five stories up.

And there, right next to your window, you sat with tears in your eyes whilst clutching your knees towards your chest.

This sight made Peter’s jaw fall open and his eyes shine with even more worry than he ought possible. How heartbreaking it felt to see you there like you just had the toughest day of your life.

When you noticed the figure peeking through your window from outside you jumped out of your spot, almost falling to the floor as you brought up your hand to your chest. But you quickly realised it was only Peter, your best friend and probably the sweetest boy you ever met, so you calmed down in an instant.

Reaching for your window you opened it for him but not before wiping the little tears from your eyes in hopes he didn’t catch onto your bewildered state. But who were you trying to fool, if he hadn’t seen your distress he sure as hell felt it because of his spider-senses.

Peter glided through your window steadying himself before looking up at you with the biggest puppy-eyes you had ever seen. He looked worried, sad and maybe even a little protective, standing there with his arms wide as if to say ‘let me give you a hug’.

Your walls were up and you weren’t planning on letting them be pulled down, not this time. Honestly you felt embarrassed about crying over something you shouldn’t even have given a second thought. So you stayed at a distance, not quite sure what Peter could be doing in your room anyway.

“Were you the one knocking at the door?” you asked him whilst trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m sorry I didn’t come say hello I’m just not really in the mood for talking.”

“I came to check on you”, Peter answered abruptly, “Tony is worried about you…”

“Oh, yeah I see.”

“And I really was too.”

You stared at the ground, most probably blushing a little as you felt your cheeks heat up and your hands go a little clammy. Peter took a few steps closer, he knew something was up and you felt his nervousness purely because of the way he moved towards you and the light stutter that escaped his lips every now and then.

“I’m still worried, you don’t look too good. Have you slept well?”

“Well thanks Peter, I didn’t know I looked that bad!”

“You know I didn’t m-mean it like that. (Y/N), you’re gorgeous but just not… you know, not as bubbly and happy as you normally are.” He wanted to slap himself across the face again. He really needed to learn to think before opening his mouth.

“What’s going on? Why didn’t you come to the facility today?”

“Didn’t really feel like it, I guess.”

“How come?”

“Peter, please just leave it. It’s nothing important, it’s ridiculous I shouldn’t even be upset about it.”

Peter was taken aback. You looked genuinely upset, like you could start tearing up at any moment again but too stubborn to tell him anything about it. Normally you would’ve told him every detail already, would’ve jumped at him for a much needed hug. He didn’t understand what was keeping you so distanced.

“If you’re getting this upset about it then it’s definitely not ‘nothing’, (Y/N).”

And there they were again, the tears.

Peter knew how to get to you without even having to try. Sometimes it made your blood boil but most of the time you couldn’t love it more. You needed to let things out, had to tell somebody you trusted without feeling judged because others did that enough already.

You needed Peter, right there, at that exact moment.

He noticed your sudden change of mood. Immediately without wasting a single second he ran up to you, holding you steady in his arms. His touch was soft as if not to break you, but at the same time strong, giving a feeling of safety. You almost felt loved being there in his arms, not saying anything for a few seconds and only letting the tears fall and eventually dry up.

After a while when he felt you had calmed down a little, Peter spoke up in the sweetest most caring way possible. It was like honey dripping from his lips, you felt the tenderness with every word and it made you feel like floating.

“Tell me, lovely, what’s going on?”

Someone cared, that person being Peter. He didn’t judge, he didn’t look at you weird, he saw you as you.

“It’s my family and even some of my friends… They comment on all my faults like… like-”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m just meant to do something about it. But I can’t, Peter, this is who I am and I can’t just change something like my weight or my acne.”

“Is that what they comment on? For real?” Peter’s voice grew a little angry, like he couldn’t believe the audacity of people daring to comment on what you looked like.

He thought you were wonderful just the way you are and hoped you would realise that some day. Even with the stains of salty tears on your cheeks and the redness of your eyes he thought you were stunning, every flaw showed your beauty a little more.

In his eyes not a single person had the right to make you doubt yourself. It wasn’t right, they weren’t right. If they didn’t see your beauty then they needed to open their eyes and take a good look at you, further than the weight, further than the acne. Because those little things didn’t outshine your cute nose, your shining hair, your sparkling eyes and stunning smile.

You were you, why wouldn’t that be enough?

Peter’s plan now was very simple, making you realise how amazing you were, inside and out, just by being you. He raised his hands to your cheeks caressing them with his thumbs and simultaneously wiping the leftover tears away. Afterwards he kept his old on your face, pulling it a little closer and pressing his lips to your forehead kissing it with absolute tenderness then playfully booping your nose. You giggled and just like everything else about you, he loved the sound.

“You’re ridiculous, Peter.”

“Only ridiculously in love with you.” He blushed, you silently gasped.

He was going to make you see yourself like he saw you, nothing less than utterly stunning.

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s-writings · 4 years

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Hey there! You’ve probably seen this story before once on another blog. I decided to move my writings to a new account and so here’s the first one! I plan to make more as I get more comfortable with showing them. Enjoy!!

I sat on the throne with a smirk on my face, as usual, I guess. The Great Hall was crowded as my father, the king, always loved to throw parties. The scent of freshly baked pie wafted around the room. A young girl around my age stepped forward and bowed to me, “Hello Prince Leo,” she murmured seemingly trying to not make eye contact. She was a dark brunette with stunning blue eyes, her half-smile stunned me for a second before I stood up and bowed back.

“May I ask, what is your name?” I smiled, flirting came easy to me but she seemed not to be phased and with her, in front of me, it was slightly hard for me to talk.

“Coraline, my name is Coraline,” she replied hesitantly, her eyes flickered with uneasiness.

“Well,” I cleared my throat and stood slightly straighter, “nice to meet you, Miss Coraline. Would you care for a dance?” I held out my hand but she shook her head in a “no” gesture. Feeling slightly embarrassed I pulled it back. “What? Scared someone will spread rumors?” I joked still feeling slightly upset and embarrassed that she refused to dance with me, a prince for goodness sake.

“Oh no, it’s just that I came here with someone and I should probably be leaving now.” Again, she seemed uneasy and she shifted her feet, cautiously stepping away.

“Well, I do hope to see you some time,” I replied, forcing myself to smile. I sat back down and heaved a sigh wondering what she was worried about.

“Are you in love, again?” The voice woke me back into reality and I looked around before noticing my sister, Anne.

“What? How long have you been here?” I hissed at her as she gave an innocent smile.

“Oh, not long but long enough to see that some girls don’t think of you like a cute prince but more as a jerk.” She laughed but I saw nothing funny. Me, a jerk?

“I am not a jerk! Okay, I like girls and then break up with them but they just weren’t meant to be with me.” I winced realizing that I was, indeed, being a jerk.

Anne rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you are. Anyways I was just wanting you to know that you should stay away from that Carolina girl. She looks like trouble.”

I smirked, “Yeah, you know I always fall for the troublemakers.” Anne only stared at me, finally walking away. I sighed a breath of relief, if she knew what I did to those girls she would probably already had me executed.

I closed my eyes and smiled again, the blood dripped from the girl’s chest. The bullet wound wasn’t that big but it was big enough to kill her. Her gasp sounded choked and I tried to reach out and grab her, my hands also stained with blood, her blood. There was a flash and another girl stood, seemingly turning blue with an arm holding her in a chokehold. I tried to hold in my laughter but it seemed hard considering that her blonde hair that once was sleek and smooth was now frayed and frizzy and she seemed so pleading. Both girls had been so eager to be with me but I only allowed them to be with me because they acted so perfect, when they never once were. How could I allow them to live when they lied? How could I possibly let them become the “perfect” queen when they weren’t the perfect girlfriend?

My memories faded and I stood up walking into my bedroom hoping for some alone time when I bumped into Coraline. Her sweet scent blocked everything else and she turned with a disgruntled expression, even then she seemed beautiful.

She was perfect.

“What? Oh, it’s you.” She muttered, I grabbed her by the shoulder and she flinched away. “What do you want?”

“I thought pretty girls like you want princes chasing after them?” I smiled. Her scowl twisted in anger and she stomped away, her heels clicking on the marble floor. I hissed under my breath and continued my way up to the bedroom on the steep marble stairs.

The next day I woke up feeling tired still like I had been awake all night. I yawned and blinked, noticing a brunette haired girl looking up at my window. I quickly brushed my hair back and looked down at the girl’s piercing blue eyes. She neither spoke nor did anything, but only stared at me. I stepped back and looked around, feeling uncomfortable. The female’s gaze giving off an unsettling presence. I quickly dressed and headed down to the Great Hall where my mother looked at me with a stone expression. “Is everything alright?” I managed to ask.

“We saw a girl, do you know her?” My mother asked quietly. I nodded and opened the door. “Be careful!” She warned as I stepped out into the crisp morning air and the door shut behind me with a low thud.

I shuddered and stepped around the castle until I spotted Coraline, “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want me?” I questioned angrily if my parents were not watching I probably would have already killed her.

She turned to me, her eyes no longer the color of the sky but now a sickeningly shade of red, almost as dark as blood. She hissed but stood her ground, what was going on? “He knows what you have done,” she giggled, “He knows.” She made a terrible screeching noise that could have probably shattered the glass in all the windows. With lightning speed, she vanished into thin air while I stood in shock. My parents came rushing to my side, guards surrounding me. What the hell did I just witness? I knew I wasn’t having a nightmare. Everyone else saw her? A witch? Maybe a demon or possession?

“What was that?” My mother cried staring wide-eyed at me.

“I-I don’t know.” I stuttered surprised that I was able to stand more or less talk. I knew something would have to be done, so as soon as I was able to get back to my room I picked up a pistol and a box of bullets. My father thought I used the guns and bullets for hunting and practice. I snickered and picked up a blade from a knife I had found lying around in the kitchen. I quickly placed them in my pockets and ran over to my father. “Hey Dad, I was wondering if maybe tonight we had a party? I want to see someone but um..” I trailed off trying to come up with an excuse.

“I guess, just be real careful alright?” He replied looking down at me. I nodded and waited for the messenger, Aaron, to come by so he could announce the gathering.

That night I stood on the floor hoping that Coraline showed up in her normal, human way and less demonic. I sighed as the time went on, “Maybe she didn’t come.” I thought to myself as I tried peering over other people’s shoulders.

“Who didn’t come?” I turned toward the voice which sounded like music. How did she know what I was thinking?

“Coraline, you made it!” I exclaimed, feeling the weight of the gun against my side.

“Yeah, well is everything okay? The king and queen seemed scared of me,” she muttered blushing slightly. So she does have feelings for me or just embarrassed about the king and queen being frightened of her?

“Um, well it’s kinda hard to explain. Let’s go somewhere quieter to talk.” I motioned with my hand for her to follow. Her heels clicked and I winced, I had to kill her, she risked my life and my family’s even if she didn’t mean it. That “demon” could possess her at any given moment so I had to hurry. I pulled her by the hand and crept into a room away from the ballroom in case somebody drunk or innocent passed by. I quickly glanced around then closed the door.

“What are we doing?” She questioned with a sound of panic.

“Don’t worry Coraline, this will just be real quick okay?” I checked the door and pushed her into a chair, her face twisted with fear and anger.

“Let me go! Let me go!” She screamed, kicking and thrashing as I gagged her with a thick handkerchief and tied her hands to the back of the chair.

“Shut up,” I snarled as she whimpered, “you know what you did, and if you didn’t well lucky you.” I snickered.

Her eyes widened pleadingly but I only smirked and turned, facing a mirror. In my reflection, I saw myself with her still struggling. My hair was dusty brown and disheveled, a slight cut on my face from where she scratched me while trying to fight back. I pulled out the kitchen knife, feeling the coldness of the blade against the palm of my hand, the handle in the other.

I turned around and slowly walked towards her, the moonlight from the window made the blade give an eerily glow. Her blue crystal eyes filled with more than fear and panic, and she tried pulling her arms from the bindings. “You’re not perfect, not for my taste anyway. Letting a demon possess your body? How dumb are you?” I laughed nearing her.

She screamed and was able to get the handkerchief out of her mouth. “I never even liked you! Why do you care so much, there are many other girls. On the other hand I never-” her voice was caught off by a low cry of pain. I had stabbed her, right in the stomach and now a stain of blood formed on her dress. Her eyes gave one more pleading look until they glazed over with death. A drop of the crimson red escaped her dress and landed on my hand. I quickly pulled the knife from her body and stepped away, letting her lifeless body fall to the ground with a thud. I quickly glanced around, there was hardly a place to hide the body in the dusty cold room.

My eyes caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde hair and I slightly stomped my foot. It was Anne, she caught me in the act. How could I tell her that she didn’t see anything? I felt my hand tremble with fear and hot anger, I turned back to the mirror and watched as my face turns as red as ruby and my eye twitched. I turned and left Coraline’s dead body on the floor as I chased after Anne.

“What was that?” Anne screamed at me, salty tears streaming down her face. “You killed a girl!” She sobbed. I knew that she was scared for her life as I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Get away from me you-you murderer!” She yelled, pushing me away and racing off to the Great Hall. I braced myself and turned and began to slowly walk through the glistening halls, the lights bouncing off the tile floors. I heard the clinking of the guards’ armor and stopped and waited for them to get to my side.

“Prince Leo, is this true on what Princess Anne has told us?” The lead guard questioned, staring at me with unease. I solemnly nodded but felt nothing, no pain, no sadness, even my anger had escaped. I was totally numb as they grabbed me and walked me to the Great Hall. My father and mother stared at me with a mix of anger, fear, and disbelief. I stared at them back blankly as the guards pushed me ahead towards the dungeon.

As I sat in the cold, damp, and dark prison. It smelled of mold and old moss. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and looked up. I had been locked up for a few days now and I knew I was pale. I refused to eat, feeling too numb, now I was just a half-dead, pale zombie. It was my father and he looked more scared than ever. “Yes, Father?” I asked looking back down.

“Leo..” He began, “they are charging you with murder. You are to be executed in an hour. I shall see you then,” He muttered before he lifted his hand. I sighed and listened as I heard the echo of his heavy footsteps drift away. I knew my mother wouldn’t come to see me before I died. It would tear her to pieces if she saw the numb look in my eyes. I had no excuse for what I had done except for her being imperfect, though they would think of me as insane, I would have to also tell them of the other deaths that I had made. Somehow Anne caught me when I had been so careful.

“Do you have any last words?” The executioner questioned, he asked this question as if he was bored. He must have said this line so many times before.

I stared at the ground for a moment before answering, “I am not sorry for what I have done. Also, Coraline wasn’t the only female I have killed.” Silence, no one spoke as I stared ahead. I cleared my throat and looked at the executioner with a slow nod. He injected me with what appeared to be a clear liquid. After a few seconds I struggled for breath, I was suffocating. I thrashed around feeling hands grip my lungs it felt like I was on fire. I howled out in pain, the edges around my eyes growing black. I closed my eyes, praying for it to all stop. I tried to regain consciousness but I was gone.

Everything was eerily quiet, I was suspended in darkness.

I was dead.

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RWBY Recaps: Volume 6 “Stealing from the Elderly”

Here’s the dilemma:

I adore a lighthearted RWBY.

I don’t adore RWBY when the parts RT chooses to frame as jokes are the legitimate flaws the group needs to work through, thereby sending the message that they aren’t flaws at all. No need to take dangerous mindsets seriously!

And that’s this entire episode. Let’s dive in.

We open on a shot of the Atlesian airships stationed in the Argus bay, cuing the viewer into the one thing I really hoped wouldn’t happen in this episode: the gang going through with this ridiculous plan. Because as we quickly see logic needs to do exactly what I said it would, getting the hell out of the characters’ way in order to justify them making it this far. Every choice they make over the next 13 minutes only works because of the Power of Plot and yep, I’m just salty enough to point out as many inconstancies as I can.

Let’s start with Weiss pretending that she’s “come to [her] senses” and is willing to go home. (Oh look! The kids are telling more lies.) This part is, in my opinion, the most solid portion of the plan. As a Schnee, Weiss does have a guaranteed way of getting access to an airship and the biggest risk is that she’ll actually end up going to Atlas by herself, ending up in the hands of her family. In which case Weiss is strong enough and done enough to just leave again. They physically can’t stop her. I would have actually given her the relic with the hope that, worst case scenario, they still complete their task: getting the relic behind safer walls. Right now emotion is warring with pragmatism. Emotionally Ruby isn’t willing to separate from Weiss and have her brave Atlas alone, but logically the best option is to let Weiss complete their mission—just have her run/sneak away once the airship lands?—and leave the rest of the group to figure out how to get to Atlas at their leisure. As in so many other ways, they’re not thinking as huntsmen right now. They’re not putting their jobs above their personal desires.

Still, that tiny portion of the plan is pretty solid. The problem is… everything else.

Cordovin makes Weiss uncomfortable by saying that she hopes she follows in Winter’s footsteps and she’ll be sending two of her best guards on the journey with her—so be sure to tell General Ironwood that! Cordovin is clearly concerned only with making herself look good. She leaves Weiss in the ‘capable’ hands of Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

As she’s walking away though things start getting ridiculous. The twins try to take Weiss’ luggage, commenting on how heavy it is, but Weiss insists strongly that she can take care of it herself. First off, this just shows how ill-equipped the gang is to pull this off. The easy answer here is to just let them carry your luggage. So what if it’s heavy? The first time we’re introduced to Weiss, Ruby is crashing into a small mountain of her suitcases. If anyone can pull off the snobbish, can’t-go-anywhere-without-my-whole-wardrobe heiress shtick, it’s the actual heiress. But no, Weiss makes a big thing of it so that Cordovin gets suspicious, partly because these kids have no idea how to pull off a complex ruse, partly because, as said, the writing wants to treat all this in a lighthearted manner. So Cordovin pauses.

The answer to this problem? Have Adrian cry. Okay wait, how old is this kid? Because he looks to be about two. Maybe three. Regardless he is not old enough to cry on command, especially when his mom doesn’t, say, do something that she knows will upset him, but straight up goes, “Just like we practiced.” Oh yes. Over the last few hours you practiced with your toddler until he’s now an expert at crying at the drop of a hat. There’s a hint that this is his semblance—those rings of sound we see emanating outward—but that’s not confirmed (it could just be a stylistic choice to show he’s crying very loudly) and even if it was, that doesn’t change a kid’s ability to comprehend his mother’s vague statement and execute an order. RWBY is a show with fantasy qualities, but they’ve never extended that to human development before.

My point is this is stupid. And stupid is okay! On its own this scene is absolutely hilarious and if we’d gotten it a few episodes ago I would have been thrilled. The RWBY gang meets Jaune’s sister, her wife, and the proud parents show off their kid’s semblance by asking him to cry. Adorable! No one cares if the logic there is iffy because it’s just a fun, character driven moment. There’s nothing relying on that logic. Here though? It’s precisely what I’m trying to point out. In order for the plan to work the logic of the world has to suddenly bend itself to the kids’ whims—up until the plot wants them to fail.

That’s just annoying.

So Adrian cries and the guards are immediately distracted. “A crying child!” “We must console it!” Kudos to them for being kind people. They’re weird and way too wrapped up in the supposed superiority of Atlas, but there’s something to be said for seeing a kid crying and dropping everything to try and make him smile.

Weiss takes her own luggage onto the airship… where we hear Maria’s voice inside.

Look. Maria is small. She’s not that small. Is it possible to fit someone into a suitcase? Yeah. Pretty sure I’ve seen Youtube videos of stuff like that. Is it a good solution when applied to a problem that’s been plaguing your team for half a volume now? Not really. You’ll notice throughout this recap that all of the things I point out do have potential explanations—maybe Adrian is that smart, maybe Maria is that small—so it’s less an issue of each thing individually and more that they’re all slammed together in one episode, piling on each other to ensure that the plan works as much as it does. All writing requires a suspension of disbelief, but RWBY is really stretching theirs today.

Everyone else is standing by at various locations. Where did they get these comms to stay in contact? Who knows. Maybe Terra? We’re not told. Because there’s very little in this episode that’s meant to be taken seriously, despite the fact that it should be. RWBY is trying to work in a lot of humor before the finale’s inevitable angst, but this really wasn’t the time to do it.

We do see then that Terra is helping them by giving Blake and Yang info about the relay tower. I said before that they should use her as a resource, absolutely, but here we see them using her flippantly. Terra says seriously that this conversation “never happened” and Blake rolls her eyes at her. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the first time I’ve disabled Atlas security.” That’s not the point, Blake? The point is this woman—who you met two days ago, I might add—is risking her job in order to help you steal a freaking airship. Hell, she’s probably risking her freedom too. Cordovin is absolutely the type to chuck them all in jail in the name of “order.” Moments like these just re-emphasize to me how childish the group can be and once again the problem isn’t that childish view in and of itself, but that they’re not learning from it. That no one is calling them out on it. The story doesn’t challenge Blake on her insensitivity here, that she’s shrugging off this woman’s sacrifice like it’s her due. Of course you’d risk all this in the name of our idiotic plan. We’re the heroes. My leader just announced last night that we know what we’re doing and you all should follow along. Your worry is hilarious.

Terra reiterates that this conversation “never happened,” but we’re supposed to laugh at her fear. It’s not meant to read as legitimate because Blake isn’t worried and Blake is one of the protagonists. Now I want Terra to lose everything, just so the gang can look back on their choices and go, “Huh. Maybe we were hasty and kinda arrogant. People got hurt because of that.”

…Except we’ve already seen this. That’s the exact setup involving the relic and we still haven’t had anyone acknowledging how bad those choices were. At this point it’s not even a matter of whether you think the kids should or should not have found out about Salem, or challenged Ozpin’s authority. That ship has passed. It’s the way they went about getting the information that’s a problem. Entitlement, lack of empathy, thinking that it’s your way or the highway. We’re seeing more of that with this plan.

Then we get a legit wonderful moment though. God bless. Yang drops Blake off a little ways from the tower and asks if she’s sure she doesn’t want any help. Blake rightly points out that it’s a lot easier to sneak in with one person than two… and also, uh, sorry Yang. But you’re not exactly the stealth type.

This is a natural, well-written moment between two people who know each other intimately. My friends and I do this all the time: kinda insulting each other, we’re kinda annoyed by it, but we also realize the other has a point, so there’s no hard feelings. But I’m still gonna act a little like there is because it’s my right to fake-sulk in this moment. The expressions and dialogue are on point here. “I mean… you’re great! And I’ll hurry back!”

Highlight of the episode for me. Everything else can scoot on out.

We cut to an enthusiastic Jaune. “YES! Everything is going to plan.” Yeah, only because your plan has Plot Armor right now. We get a shot of Qrow leaning against a tree in the background, obviously unhappy. We’re once again suppose to sneer at his pessimistic attitude, but he’s right. The show isn’t commenting on his actual issues (drinking, lack of faith in general) because it’s too busy focusing on the one time Qrow is 100% on track this volume (this is a horrible plan bound to go awry).

We return to Weiss on the airship where she watches her scroll until she’s finally out of range. We stay focused on her seat as the sounds of a fight happen off screen and then the twins are drifting down from the airship on a single parachute, held together by one of Weiss’ glyphs.

But then that breaks and one of the guys falls.

He catches hold of the other’s leg because—again—the writing wants this plan to have a strong comedic tone (no doubt to combat the coming drama of Yang and Blake fighting Adam) and is ensuring that nothing bad actually happens. But something bad could have happened. Quite easily. These guys don’t appear to be fighters. I doubt they have the aura to protect them from a fall like that. Weiss could have just killed a guy if the writing was willing to take this plan at all seriously.

All we get though is a slightly guilty look from Weiss. I honestly find this whole series of events to be absurd. It would have fit in well with the early volumes of RWBY before the show grew darker and started emphasizing the consequences attached to a huntsmen’s choices; before we had a whole volume trying to convince us (unsuccessfully imo) that our group is made up of mature adults who are on par with—or according to Ruby’s words—surpassing the likes of Ozpin and Qrow. And this is how they follow up the claim that they don’t need and have never needed adults?

Ah yes. Stealing from allies, beating them up, and tossing them out of a plane. The epitome of being a huntsmen.

We then get the exact kind of line I figured was coming.

Maria: “Missy, I was the Grimm Reaper. What part of ‘best huntress of her generation’ don’t you understand?”

(In which that expression is me.)

Of course she can fly an airship! Note that the dialogue dodges all the concerns Weiss brings up. Aren’t you blind? Maria just laughs. Okay, okay, we as the audience at least got a glimpse from Maria’s perspective and know she can see shapes, but aren’t the goggles that allow you to do that “in desperate need of repair”? Maria still doesn’t provide an answer. She takes a super convenient plugin that just happens to fit the glasses we’ve only ever seen her wearing and we get a SENSORY DATA readout on the screen… so she’s connected to the ship now? Who knows. Again, we’re given no explanation. “Why would you kids let me fly this thing?” Maria asks, but it’s once again just another joke to laugh at, not treated as a legitimate question that I’d like answered. There’s a big difference between not boring your audience with every detail of how something works and outright ignoring how it works because you can’t be bothered to come up with something convincing.

Additionally, as said, the episode is riddled with more of that adults vs. kids mentality. Cordovin tells Weiss that, “Knowing you’re returning to Atlas just warms my old heart,” reminding us that the antagonist of this episode is old. She says, “It’s time you ask yourself, children: do you truly wish to defy me?” framing her, the adult, as the bad guy and the team, the “children,” as underdogs we’re meant to root for. Our episode title is “Stealing from the Elderly” because remember, we’re not just stealing from Atlas. We’re the young people stealing from old people because young people are good and old people are bad. Cordovin has been established as a delusional, nationalist, overly controlling racist. There are plenty of reasons to dislike her. Why does the show feel the need to emphasize age as one of the primary reasons we should distrust her? Oh yeah, because our protagonist just announced last week that kids rule and adults drool.

I bring this up again because it’s in direct contrast to what we’re seeing here with Maria. Her age is being used as a catch-all explanation. She’s ancient! She was a renowned huntress! That’s all you need to know. It’s because she’s been around so long and had so much experience that we supposedly buy into the fact that ‘fly an Atlesian airship’ is a part of that skill repertoire. We see the same thing happening when she conveniently knows the “jargon” to speak with the man down at the base. RWBY wants to have its cake and eat it too. Ozpin leads the team and keeps everyone going/alive. The kids turn on Ozpin because they don’t like how he runs things. Maria takes his place and does the exact same thing (giving orders, keeping them safe and their morale high), but the kids refuse to acknowledge this and the narrative encourages us to do the same. We never needed adults. Except now, once again, it’s an adult and an adult’s experience that’s coming to the rescue… but just forget about that by the time Ruby gives her speech to Qrow, okay?

You can’t have it both ways.

RWBY sure is trying though. While Maria perfectly flies her airship—and taunts Cordovin with cashews. That was admittedly great—things finally start going south. Blake was supposed to take out the tower but now isn’t responding to anyone’s calls. Cordovin hops into a giant fighter and demonstrates the ease with which she can knock Maria and Weiss out of the sky. Watch how fast the group goes from smug to panicked. Oscar yells, “What are we going to do?”—a familiar question at this point in the volume. Keep in mind that given Cordovin’s extreme personality, that first shot was (once again) only a warning shot because the show can’t actually have Weiss and Maria die a fiery death as their ship explodes in the sky. But that was always a possibility! Your actions have consequences. Often horrific ones, but like with the relic, no one is admitting that their ill thought choices are at the root of it all.

Qrow finally speaks up, but it’s not to let the kids take responsibility for their horrible plan that’s now put three teammates in danger. He shoulders all of it, claiming that it’s because of his semblance.

Which… okay. There’s a lot to unpack in this conversation. That is actually a very in-character thing for Qrow to say, but I’m still waiting for someone to point out how irrational his guilt is. That needs to be a part of his healing process, acknowledging his actual mistakes (relying on drink to the point where he becomes a liability) rather than stuff he’s not at all responsible for (this mission). Qrow’s semblance has a range. We established this clearly in his fight against Tyrian, so how the hell did he mess things up for Blake who’s all the way at the tower and Weiss who’s all the way up in the air? In that moment I thought Ruby would point this out. Start the conversation we should have gotten last week: Your semblance isn’t the problem and neither is the fact that you’re obviously hurting from these revelations. Your coping mechanism is. We need you to take responsibility for the things you can actually control.

Instead we get:

Ruby: “We’re all in this together and we’re all going to do the best we can. That’s all anyone can do…we would have come whether or not you let us so stop talking like we’re your responsibility. We’re not.”

Ruby, I hate to break it to you, but you are Qrow’s responsibility. Four times over.

Emotionally as the much younger niece of an adult uncle.

Legally considering that you are a minor in the company of an adult.

Legally again given that Qrow has his huntsmen license and you do not. Right now he is the only one with any authority in the real world (presuming that Maria can’t prove her status as former Grimm Reaper).

Justly since Qrow has been fighting this war for at least a decade and you’ve known about its existence for about three months.

Even if you believe Ruby is a fully autonomous adult at 16 with no formal standing in this world, the knee jerk reaction of “we would have come whether or not you let us” is precisely the problem. This isn’t a matter of rejecting what Ruby sees as unwarranted authority, it’s a rejection of valuable support. Qrow did tell them not to do this, but he said as much because the plan is stupid, not because he’s an adult who wants to…what? Curb kids’ actions just because he can? His objection had nothing to do with his authority and everything to do with the fact that this plan can only end badly—as we see happening right this moment. By planting herself on Team Kid, Ruby is choosing to automatically reject adult voices not because the advice itself is bad, but because it came from them. Boiled down the message is teenage rebellion. Don’t tell me what to do… even though you’re usually telling me what to do for a damn good reason.

Remember though, the writing is pro-protagonist here. So instead of having Qrow point out that these views need to be addressed, we get,

Qrow: “How did you grow up so fast?”

Ruby: “I had good role models.”

Ruby is not grown here. She’s doing a damn good job for a traumatized teen thrown into an impossible situation, but just because she believes she’s the bees knees now (ha) doesn’t mean we as the audience need to buy into that. Kudos for acknowledging those role models… but jeez. Rather than a heartwarming moment between uncle and niece, this now reads very much as, “I had good role models and now I don’t need them anymore.” Ruby says they could use “Qrow Branwen,” but she’s not showing it. The last time we saw her speak to Qrow she was announcing that they didn’t need Oz or other adults. Based on what we’ve seen, rather than address the actual issue (alcoholism) Ruby is trying to put Qrow into a subordinate position. I want your help, but only if you follow our lead. I just reminded you that (I believe) you have no authority over me anymore and you can’t make us do anything. Your place here depends on you acknowledging that we don’t need you; we’ll just have you.

Which would be something to consider if these kids had actually demonstrated an ability to survive without adults and make better decisions than adults, as they claim they have. If they could actually think and act and plan and enact as equals, on par with people who have finished their schooling, experienced far more, and fought this war for decades (if not millennia). But RWBY hasn’t shown us that. As I’ve laid out elsewhere, the show has in fact done the exact opposite. We’ve had 6 volumes demonstrating why they’re not ready to call all the shots yet, emphasizing how much kids still have to learn. Whether it’s a matter of thinking ahead, thinking strategically, controlling your emotions, or a straight up difference between you and an adult fighter’s power, the kids consistently need an adult’s assistance. Which is natural! But it’s also why having the show frame Ruby as justified in this attitude is quite frustrating to watch.

But whatever. I’m trying to enjoy this episode despite all the issues I see, but I really prefer writing that hangs together and volume 6 has been all over the place. Regardless, we see more of Cordovin piloting that robot (at least she’s reliably over the top in her characterization), but we also see how everyone else is reacting to it.

Civilians are scared. They’re all staring, some holding onto one another, others with hands up over their mouths. This is why the plan is stupid. Not just because we need to crank up our suspension of disbelief, but because they’re stealing an airship. And now they’ve gotten caught. Again, the plot kept treating it as a joke, but Atlas is actually going to see them as “traitors” for this. It is going to cause more tension between the kingdoms. It’s already freaking people out.

Hmm. What happens again when people get anxious and scared...?

And now Ruby wants to start a battle. They’ve committed to this theft, which means that once things go badly all they can do is escalate the situation. They’re not going to surrender. They’re going to make things worse by now attacking the special-operative in charge of this base. It doesn’t matter how much of an asshole Cordovin is, she’s not an enemy. She’s not a grimm, a bandit, or a subordinate of Salem’s. She’s an authority figure of a currently tenuous ally… and Ruby’s solution is to call Weiss back so they can “take this thing down.” This is what happens when kids are in charge.

Qrow got in trouble for destroying two random Atlas robots. What do we think is going to happen after the gang destroys what looks like one of the best (and most expensive) defenses Argus has? Well, at this point presumably nothing since the writing is determined that the kids shouldn’t take responsibility for their actions, but logically it can’t end well.

Let me be clear here: they are in the wrong. It doesn’t matter that they’re our protagonists with a super secret mission. These kids stole the property of an ally in a time of peace, endangered lives, planned to disable their security, and now plan to destroy one of their primary defenses. Their actions are scaring people which means they’re more likely to attract grimm. The show can dress it up if they want, but the gang’s plan goes against everything they’re supposed to be striving for as huntsmen.

Regardless, they’re going through with it. We end the episode with the surprise reveal of Adam, another ‘Okay how does this work?’ moment. So he really was there on the train and out by the farm? He just left Menagerie after getting there and managed to catch the same ride? Following them without anyone noticing? Waiting for this precise moment to get Blake alone? Fine. Sure. If I can ignore the gang getting to Argus in an afternoon I can ignore this too.

Especially because I am looking forward to Blake and Yang finally getting to confront him, if only so we can (hopefully) put Adam’s arc behind us. I’ve never been invested in him as a villain, primarily because he doesn’t do anything. His status as a Bad Guy is so tied up with Blake that unless they’re on screen together Adam is just a whiny, useless man-baby. RT does his abuse very well—his claim that Blake “ruined everything” and her calling him out on his “stalking” were great—but those interactions are rare for obvious reasons. So yeah, I’m hoping for a semi-accidental death in this fight. I don’t want the girls to go through the trauma of being murderers, but if Adam could do something stupid that results in him being killed? I think that’d be good. Let the girls find their closure and then be done with him. The cast is massive. We don’t need to keep around characters who only manage to be relevant once every two volumes.

Maybe he can hit a part of the tower and electrocute himself. Would that kill a fighter other than Nora? I don’t know… and now that I think about it, this theorizing is getting morbid lol. Let’s just wait and see.

Until next time!

Other Things of Note

Cordovin’s comment that everyone was devastated when Weiss chose Beacon over Atlas is a great contrast to the comment about Pyrrha. Both went to Beacon to escape the attention from their home towns, but one was a good attention that just proved limiting—are these people really my friends?—while the other was outright abuse.

Honestly, “Jargon was fine, but our pilots aren’t elderly women” is one of the few parts of this plan that’s logically on point. Yes. It is highly suspicious if the pilot checking in sounds like Maria. So it’s clear that RT can apply these basic rules when they choose to.

“That’s the sound of me not caring!” Istg cute bees teasing and Maria living her messed up life to the fullest saved my sanity today. I’m staning those parts of this episode.

How does Adam see??

#rwby #rwby spoilers #mymetas #RWBY Recaps

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hmm now that ive had a few hours to digest endgame, heres some spoiler thoughts ive been running thru my head since i watched

again just to be clear spoilers under the cut:

hmmm movie kinda paid thor and hulk dust this one lmao dont get me wrong they have their badass and emotional moments but, and this isnt a dunk on ragnarok or taika its more a dunk on the russos and probably the like fandom analyst who said "hey everyone loved them being funny in ragnarok that means we have to turn that up" yeah they're kinda comedic relief here mostly, with a good chunk of their moments which are supposed to be emotional like treated as or ending in a joke

felt like that was a lot of the movie anyway imho, a lot of emotional moments were interrupted for the sake of a joke cuz we werent allowed to feel too much cuz marvel thinks that'd be a bummer

dont get me wrong tho there are genuinely sincere and emotional moments but they r too far and in between and mostly they r the moments that focus on pain and death :V

back to thor if u uhh are not a fan of where they took him hammerwise in IW then u wont be here either cuz they take it further lmao

Also cap marvel is supposedly the new face of the franchise going forward she wasnt really there a lot

tbh treating her like how a lot of teamup media treats superman so i feel for CM fans, they def show how powerful she is but here shes more of an obstacle or really quick plot resolver that they need to conveniently write away until the final act lmao

But there was this sick sequence with her and a bunch of the other female heroes, was p cool

time travel aspect was kinda uh idk maybe it just flew over my head, didnt get it much lmao like they did and kept a lot of things that conflict with the continuity after everything was done like huh

Lots of cool and sweet moments tho, fanservice for every one who's been here since 2008

what happened to BW after finding she has a movie on the way is lmao, quite a trade off huh u finally get ur origin movie but current timeline u is :V

also time for some salty dc movie time but lmaooo how yall gonna keep making jokes about the martha ptsd scene in dawn of justice when this is the second time steves bucky name ptsd has been used against him, oh right cuz this universe treats his ptsd like a weakness rather than something that humanizes the character

also felt like nebula never got a proper conclusion to her arc with thanos and everything hes done to her, with gamora maybe but not with thanos

final act happens as ud expect but whoo boy its p good tbh, some surprises and cool war sequences makes it p damn dare i say epic, it rivals aquaman on 3rd act epicness there i said it

hmm not the biggest IM fan but did feel a lil something when it happened to him, especially with the callback to IM1, started with him ends with him then yeah

can already tell the epilogue for the big three will be super divisive

the idea of j*mes g**n handling thor tho makes me uncomfy

I was for sure thinking the big three were going to die to make the stakes of IW idk feel less cheap but they didnt n yeah it does cheapen it imho :V

steves ending, idk i dont have any strong feelings on it, maybe im leaning towards im ok with it and maybe he deserves it but yeah not a devout CA fan so idk if its breaking some important characterization of his cuz i see some fans r indeed upset by it :V but like didnt peggy have a husband and kids, r they just gone now or is it like that paradox thing where it was him this whole time

my overall feel for the movie is, its entertaining and does feel like the end of a saga, its mostly about the characters more than anything else narrative n thematic wise leave it at that¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i guess most of this comes off as negative lmao but just know these r all just things that dont jive with me personally cuz will admit my tastes dont lean much towards this kinda stuff cuz im a werido im weird have u ever seen m-, but if urs does im sure ull love the movie or continue to love the movie like a buncha people clapped in the theater at a lot of moments so im p sure the majority will love it like u and thats p cool

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staticscreenwriting · 6 years

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Where the sun sets in a perfect sky - Billy Hargrove

Synopsis: Billy’s less sad. (Y/N)’s kinda happy. California feels like home and the salty ocean air makes teenagers horny.

A/N: This is part two to this imagine. There’s borderline smut in here but I marked the start and end if it so if that’s not your thing you can skip it. Please let me know if you want more of these two because I do have a lot more ideas for their story.

Tell me secrets, 'cause I know you're scared And you dream of California, tonight If you wait up, I could meet you there And we could be in California tonight When everything that I can see Goes dark I feel you here with me And I, I'm holding on to you When shadows try to swallow me You're the only light I'll ever need And I, I'm holding on to you

“ I remember this one time when my dad took me on a trip to San Francisco and we had ice cream and sodas and we were standing there watching out onto the bay and I saw a fin reaching out of the water for a mere second. I was so sure it was a mermaid. Like in my tiny childhood brain it was the only logical conclusion. It didn’t even occur to me that it was most likely a seal. I was so passionately convinced that I had just seen a mermaid. From that moment on I wanted to be a mermaid myself. We had a little pool in our backyard and all I did all day that summer, was swim and dive and splash around. Because that’s all I wanted to be with my heart and soul. I don’t remember if I knew that mermaids aren't real and just wanted to stay blissfully ignorant or if I honestly believed in it and just allowed myself to feel the magic. I wish I could feel this passionate about something now. Like — back then my dream was to become a mythical creature from a fairy tale. Now my biggest goal is to survive high school and not drown in my own stupid teenage-despair. Isn’t that kind of — kind of sad ? “

Billy is looking out at the waves as she talks. There’s something about California that makes him feel lighter, warmer, like the world is still shit but it’s wrapped in a veil of familiarity and comfort. This is home and his heart is still heavy and mind is still racing but this is home.

When he doesn’t react, (Y/N) speaks up again.

“ What did you want to be ? “

Loved, he thinks. He doesn’t say that though.

“ A racecar driver. A musician. A wrestler. A tv host. A pirate “

“ You’d be a good pirate “

“ Thanks “ he thinks so too. He suits eyeliner and earrings.

“ Not a basketball player ? “

“ No “

“ Why not ? “

He’s never told this to anyone. But (Y/N) isn’t just anyone. She’s the girl he had one conversation with. The girl that understands. The girl that took all her savings and packed her bags in one night to take a flight to California with him. She’s (Y/N).

“ I hate basketball. I’m just good at it. Being good at something means succeeding, means having something to tell my dad about. Means I get a pat on the back. It’s one of the few times his hand doesn’t leave a mark. “

For a moment (Y/N) resorts to letting the warm sand run through her fingers, carefully considering the words she’s about to speak.

“ You do it because you’re good at it but you also hate it ? Doesn’t that make you — I don’t know. Doesn’t it make you feel miserable ? “

“ It makes me angry “

She softly places her head on his shoulder “ I am angry too “

“ Why ? “

“ Because I don’t know who I am “

That is something Billy never would’ve expected. The girl with the pink fur coat, the personality so loud and so unapologetically herself, doesn’t know who she is.

“ What’s that supposed to mean ? “

He can feel her soft skin on his shoulder, the fan of her lashes as she closes her eyes for a moment. Billy doesn’t think anything has ever felt this intimate in all his life. Not the sex with girls at school, not the kisses from the few girlfriends he’s had back here in California. Nothing.

“ When my parents died, everything changed. People’s perception of me changed. I was expected to either go down the wrong path and become a horrible person who blames their terrible behavior on their tragic life story. Or I was gonna become this saint of a person who takes strength from their struggles and the obstacles life throws their way. And it’s like — people who don’t experience a loss like I did, like you did, they don’t get it. Life doesn’t go one of two ways. Life just becomes this tangled web of good days and bad days and I don’t know how to navigate my own feelings, how am I supposed to deal with people’s expectations of how I’m meant to grief ? Does this make sense ? I feel like I’m talking gibberish. “

It doesn’t make sense but he understands perfectly.

“ When I cry or lash out or get angry, people will think I am having a meltdown and can’t deal with my shit. When I don’t cry people will think I’m heartless. I can’t win. It’s bad enough everyone thinks I’m weird already. I just — I’m trying. And that makes me angry. Having to police my grief so I don’t upset anyone. Having to restrain my personality so I don’t get perceived in a way that I don’t want to be perceived. The fact that I even care makes me the most angry “

He places a kiss on her head. She smells like the ocean air already. He thinks this is his favourite scent of all time. Her. Her and home.

“ How do you deal with your anger ? “

“ I fuck people I don’t love and hope the endorphins kill the pain for a while. You ? “

“ I destroy stuff “

“ That’s not healthy “

He just nods.

There’s no judgement here where usually that’s all there would be. If they weren’t who they are. If it were someone else. But they both get it and they know neither of them is in a position to judge.

“ Why people you don’t love ? “

“ Because It’s different. It doesn’t mean anything. “

“ Have you ever fucked someone you love ? “

“ No, you ? “

“ No. “

And they both know then that something’s changed. That there’s an invisible question, an unspoken promise.

He holds her hand as they walk along the waterfront. There’s wind blowing through her hair and her skirt gets blown up a little every once in a while. She’s watching the people go about their day. He’s watching her.

Sometimes things feel right, like this moment. He always thought that love and joy and all that mushy shit from the songs and the movies wasn’t meant for him so he deemed it not worth the effort and tried to forget about it. But now that he gets a glimpse, a spark of what could be, he thinks it’s not so bad.

He grabs her hand tighter, he doesn’t want this feeling to go away. Ever.

“ I gotta show you something “ Billy exclaims and pulls her down a little sideroad.

There’s shops that sell cheap sunglasses and fans and postcards. A seafood store. A burger joint. And the arcade.

Nestled between the arcade and a 7/11 type store, is a shop that looks closed. Looks like it hasn’t been open in years. (Y/N) thinks they might’ve sold what looks like vintage cameras, films and polaroids. Billy holds her by the hand and walks her past the store and around the corner.

There’s a bunch of cutout photo frames, the kind you’d find at the end of a pier. The ones you put your face through and take funny pictures for you family photo album.

“ This is so cool, where are we, Billy ? “

“ When I was a kid my mom used to work here and sometimes when she worked weekends she let me come with her. The owner of this place always put one of the cutouts in front of the store for people to take their picture and then have it developed there. They used to switch out the cutouts every once in awhile and when they weren’t used they were stored here. This alley was closed off then, when the placed closed they opened it up and let the cutouts stand out here to rot away. “

(Y/N) thinks this is adorable. She hasn’t really thought about Billy as a little kid, he’s so cynical and rough. But now, she can just imagine little blonde billy with his big blue eyes playing around here. Pretending to be the people on the cutouts.

“ Which one was your favorite ? The strong man ? “

“ Actually no. I liked the superhero best. And the one with the suit and the tophat “.

“ A gentleman huh ? “

“ Like no other, baby. “

And they laugh. And it feels good.Therapeutic. Like for a little while his heart is less heavy. His head is less crowded. And his anger is gone.

“ There’s one I think you’ll like “

He pulls her along by her hand, past the strong man and the neanderthals and the sailor. In the back there’s a princess and a bride and a sea serpent. And in the middle of them all, like it was placed there specifically just for her. There’s a mermaid there.

“ Today you get to be a mermaid “

She wants to cry and laugh at the same time. To everyone else this would be cute, yes but also not that special. But to her it means everything. Because he cares. He tries. He delivers. With Billy things are reckless and cautious at once. With him everything feels twice as much. Her heart beats twice as fast and she fears that it will hurt twice as much once they have to go back to Hawkins and leave behind the magic that is today. That is California, that is home that is this little bubble they’ve created for themselves.

“ Thank god I brought the polaroid “ she exclaims and fumbles it from her bag, pushing it into Billy’s hand and rushing behind the cutout.

As she puts her head through the hole and becomes a mermaid, there’s a smile spreading on her face that, Billy is sure, can light up the entire city. The entire world. His world for sure.

Never in his life has he felt like his happiness was dependant on someone else. On someone else’s happiness. Now he does. It scares him to his bones but it also makes his heart feel all warm and his tummy all jittery.

This feels too good to be real. Too good to last. He’s scared of the end but he’s too happy to think about that right now.

And so he smiles back. And he’s missed genuinely smiling. He’s missed it so much.

He takes a picture and shakes it then hands it to her, her head still placed in the cutout.

“ You were born to be a mermaid “

“ I agree “ she says, a smile hidden in every word. (Y/N) places the photo in her purse and beckons him closer.

“ You just put a little magic back in my life “ she says and he comes closer and closer, and it’s awkward because her face is still stuck through the cutout and there’s a wooden wall around her but he can’t stop now. He doesn’t want to.

Their noses touch, then their lips. It’s gentle and slow but filled with a desire they can feel all around them. The desire that’s been there since their first conversation in Hawkins.

When they kiss it’s saliva and tongue and biting lips and breaths mingling and love.

“ I want to fuck you “

She doesn’t think she’s ever had more romantic words spoken to her in all her life.

“ I want to know what it feels like to fuck someone I love. “

She’s pink. The entire fucking motel room is pink. They’ve been given the room that has a straight on view of the neon sign advertising the “ Red Sunset Motel” .

She’s pink. And sweaty. And warm. And so so soft.

Her hands are moving up his torso, over his stomach, his shoulders, his neck. She takes his face in between them and just looks at him for a moment. There’s something in her eyes he can’t place. He doesn’t really want to either. It’s like she sees more in him. So much more than anyone ever did. Than anyone ever bothered looking for.

“ You’re beautiful “

He’s never been called beautiful. Handsome, sure. Sexy, a lot. Hot, all the time. Never beautiful. If anyone else would’ve said it he would’ve felt emasculated. Not with her.

For a lack of anything to respond, he kisses her. There’s a lot he could say, a lot he wants to say, but none of it feels right in this moment. Kissing her does. Nothing’s ever felt more right.

She still smells like the ocean and she tastes like cherry slushie.

There’s a lot of kissing and touching. A lot of soft whispers and deep breaths. He knows that’s gonna change in a minute but he wants it now. Just like this. Like he’s never had it before.

- This is where the “smut” starts -

When she wiggles out of her panties, Billy thinks it’s hilarious. It’s awkward and not like the movies at all. It’s a lot of moving around in weird angles and trying to get it right. They never show that. But they don’t show the blushed cheeks either, the embarrassed glances and the laughs that follow.

He’s never wanted it before. It was all fast and rough and meaningless. A race to get off and get out.

Her skin is warm as he kisses down her body. Her eyes are locked on the ceiling but he’s looking up at her over and over again. He wants to see her, see what he does to her. See that he can make her feel good. Make her forget. Make her stop hurting. Make her cum.

“ Can I lick your pussy “

No one’s ever outright asked her things like this before. So dirty. So raunchy, so vulgar. So hot. She thinks asking for consent is probably the sexiest thing she ever experienced.

She nods. Because who the fuck wouldn’t ?

Every nerve in her body is working on overdrive. There’s goosebumps up and down her arms and with every kiss he places on her it gets more. And more. And more.

And her breath gets heavier and her eyes close and then flutter. And the knot in the lower part of her stomach gets tighter and tighter.

Billy is the first person to do this to her. Other stuff, she’s done that sure, but not this. Her toes curl and her fingers hold onto the bed sheets like her life depends on it. In that moment it really feels like it.

His tongue draws little circles and she’s sure he’s done this before. It just feels so overwhelmingly amazing. There’s no sliver of pain, no hint of anger. Nothing. It’s all tingles and joy and a buzz of adrenaline and happiness.

She has to bite her lips so hard she’s sure she’s drawing blood. There’s no fireworks or stars or butterflies but there is an orgasm that’s shaking her to her bones. That’s making her grab onto Billy’s stupid mullet she adores a little if we’re being honest.

And when she’s calmed down a little he lifts his head and smiles. His smile is fucking great, she decides.

There’s not a sliver of skin Billy doesn’t kiss when he comes back up. When he reaches her lips the kisses get rougher, there’s more tongue, more saliva, more biting and deeper breaths. There’s more urgency. Making her cum has only made him more excited for what's to come.

He loves this girl. This girl who understands in a way he thought no one ever would. The girl who feels so lost and yet she might just be his destination. This girl that’s stumbled into his life during one of the worst times. Who doesn’t take the pain away forever but who gives him something to numb it. To forget about the pain for a while.

There’s some stumbling off of the bed and awkward searching around in his wallet before he finds a condom. The films don’t show this either but it makes for more laughs. And he’s honestly fine with anything that makes her laugh.

The moment he pushes in isn’t magical or special. But when he holds still and she grabs onto his sides and they look at each other breathing deeply, something’s there that’s not been there before.

Her smile is a sign for him to start moving and man does he deliver. (Y/N) swears this boy might just be the death of her. Where he’s learned to move like that, hit just the right spot at just the right speed, she doesn’t know. But he’s good. He’s so so good.

Billy relishes the feelings running through his body. It feels like this is the first time he’s properly experiencing sex. There’s no music blasting through speakers, no concern in the back of his mind about the leather seats of his car, nothing. Just (Y/N) and him.

There’s a need to go faster rougher and by the look on her face she feels it to. So he does that. Goes faster. Harder. Holds onto her tighter. Moves her legs up a little so he can go deeper.

It’s dirty sex. Wild sex. Sex that would make other people jealous. Because it’s also really really good. And it means something to them both that they can’t put into words but it’s there.

Billy holds onto her face and smothers her in a kiss as he comes. He wants her to come first but there’s no holding back for him now. She’s not far behind though. He can feel her tighten, feel her fingers grasp onto him, see her eyes close and there’s a moan that sounds so sexy, so sweet so satisfying. It’s a job well done for him. He wants to give himself a pat on the back but that would be a douchebag move. Steve Harrington does shit like that, probably.

- “smut” ends here -

They’re kissing some more. If this is all he gets to do for the rest of his life, Billy thinks he’ll die a happy man.

Postcoital bliss settles upon the room. Everything is still pink. Everything is still quiet. It’s just them and their breaths and their thumping hearts and those unspoken words that something has changed.

“ I want a house by the ocean “ It’s Billy who speaks up. Something inside him wants to let go. Let it all out and release it into the word. Even if the world is just their tiny pink motel room. Even if the world is only her.

He rolls off of her and settles on his side. His fingers trace along her shoulder, down her arm and back up again before he links them with her hand that’s resting on her stomach.

“ A house by the ocean ? “

“ Yeah, or maybe an apartment. It doesn’t matter. I want to live by the beach though. I wanna have a dog, a big one with lots of fluffy fur. I wanna have a wife and a child or two. I want to — I want to be a good husband. A good father. I want to right all the wrongs that I’ve had to live through “.

(Y/N) can just imagine him in his little blue house by the ocean. No mullet. He’s a little more tan and a little more at ease. His blue eye are happy and he’s cuddling a little child in his arms and he’s — happy. Next time she eats pop rocks she’ll make sure to spend her wish on him. On his future. And maybe, if there’s a wish to spare, she’ll take it for herself and wish to be a part of that future.

“ I don’t wanna leave “

“ The bed ? “ Billy asks and throws her a wink. In that moment she sees a spark of the Billy Hargrove that walks the halls of Hawkins High and scores on the Basketball field. She hasn’t really given him a lot of thought back then. She likes her Billy better but it’s nice to see this side of him up close too.

“ The bubble. I wanna stay in California forever “

He does too. So badly. He doesn’t know if there’s ever been anything he wanted more.

“ Would you freak out if I told you I loved you ? “

“ Are we talking hypothetically ? “

“ Yeah “ he nods “ asking for a friend. “

“ No, I wouldn’t. I’d probably tell you that I love you too. “

“ That’s good to know “

They’re quite for another moment. Not because there isn’t anything to say but because they don’t need to say anything. This silence isn’t asking to be filled with unnecessary commentary.

They just are. Alive. In love. Happy.

And it’s enough for a while.

But good things don't last. They don’t. Not in a world like this, (Y/N) thinks.

There’s a shadow of doubt creeping into the back of her head.

“ Do you think It’s too early for us to feel like this ? Isn’t love supposed to be this special thing that takes time and effort ? It never happens like this in movies. It never happened like this to anyone I know “ .

“ Who says that ? The love-police ? “

She laughs and jokingly slaps his chest “ be serious “.

“ I am. Look — I don’t think there’s a rulebook for this kind of shit. It feels good doesn’t it ? “

“ Very “

“ And it feels right ? “

“ Yes. “

“ And it makes us happy ? “

“ Correct “

“ Why should we let anyone else’s idea of what love’s supposed to be diminish what we have then ? Isn’t that what we’re about ? Fucking everyone else’s perception of things, not giving a shit about their morals and beliefs ? I know I’ve never felt this way about any other person, ever. I don’t give a fuck if it took me two years or two days, all I know is that I am in love with you. With us. With our little world where things are — alright. This, I promise, is not gonna stop once we get back to Hawkins. It’s not gonna be this easy, this light but we’ll figure it out. Because I need you and you need me and we need this. Something to remind us that life is shit but there’s some things that make it all worth it. And also the sex was pretty fucking mind blowing and I wanna do that many more times. “

She knows that he just gave her a love confession Billy Hargrove style if she’s ever heard one and that she should probably answer with words just as heartfelt. She doesn’t though.

“ Wanna go again ? “

“ What kinda question is that ? “

“ So yes ?

“ Fuck yeah “.

Rain is pouring down as they stroll along the beach. Her hair is clinging to her face and Billy looks like a wet poodle, he’s fairly sure. But she wanted to see the beach one last time before they have to leave to catch their flight.

“ You’re gonna get sick “

“ I don’t care “

“ I’m gonna get sick “

“ Don’t be a baby, Billy ! ” she says and smiles at him. He thinks the rain isn’t so bad if she’s smiling.

She’s smiling and twirling and being as a posterchild for weird. Billy loves it.

“ I wanna come back. 5 years from now. I wanna be back here and I wanna be here with you and I wanna be this happy and I wanna — I wanna feel alive and not angry and not hurt. “

Billy takes her face between his hands and brushes away the wet strands of hair that cling to her skin.

“ I’ll be there “

“ Yeah ? “

“ Yeah, I’ll be wherever you want me to be, baby. I’ll follow you anywhere. I think — ah fuck this is cheesy but uh — I think I can be happy wherever you are. “

And he really thinks so. Suddenly Hawkins doesn’t sound so bad if he imagines (Y/N) there. Kissing beneath the bleachers at school, cheering him on during his basketball games, long night drives with pop rocks and Dr. Pepper, sex on the backseat, sex with someone he loves, sharing secrets, sharing fears, and hopes, and dreams. If she’s there maybe life doesn’t have to suck.

His lips meet hers and once again he’s reminded that this isn’t like the movies. Kisses in the pouring rain, stuck in the wet sand of the beach, are hardly romantic. It’s wet and soggy and inconvenient.

But he’ll take every awkward kiss with her over a kiss with anyone else.

“ Whatever happens, we’ll always have California “

And it sounds like a promise coming from her. That things are gonna be good. Happy. That whatever happens, nothing will change what happened on this trip. Nothing will ever be able to make them forget what it felt like to be loved. Nothing will take this away from them.

California is theirs. Now and forever.

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mvssmallow · 6 years

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Memento Vivere

Part IX

Masterlist

Pizza and ramen when he’s on hiatus. His mum’s cooking for the holidays. Chicken salads and protein health shakes when he’s on tour or promoting. A warm coke when he’s working overtime.

All that seems light years from where he is right now; trying to peel potatoes as Hanbin buzzes around the kitchen in between watching both kids.

After June went home, he spent the afternoon doing laundry with Minji, working on holding Jae without dropping him and trying not to piss Hanbin off any more than he’s already done. He was mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted, which is surprising considering how good his stamina usually is. Maybe the Jiwon in this world doesn’t hit the gym.

“You still like mashed potatoes right?” Hanbin asks as he bends down to check on the chicken in the oven.

“Yeah.”

Mashed potatoes were definitely a banned food when he’s on tour. All those carbs and sugars apparently make him ‘sluggish’ and ‘lazy’. But he did always like it, especially the way he remembers Hanbin making it for him-salty, buttery, creamy and all the things that his manager tells him he shouldn’t eat.

“Me too daddy!” Minji yells out from the kitchen table, where she’s still going at it with paper and crayons.

“I thought you were only eating blue food this week, Min.” Hanbin points out.

“Potato too!”

“Oh, potato too. Okay.”

“Can Jae Jae have potato?”

“Jae has his own food.”

“And Rocket?”

“Rocket eats dog food.”

“Can I eat Rocket food?”

“NO.”

He looks at Hanbin in horror as they both reply in unison. That split second of co-ordinated fear and worry over her wellbeing catches him by surprise and he feels the air changing around him somehow. Hanbin doesn’t seem to notice because he’s gotten himself tangled in an un-win-able argument about why people can’t eat dog food.

He starts cutting up the peeled potatoes just as Minji points out that dog biscuits were technically still biscuits, biscuit is a human food word, therefore all biscuits qualify as human food. It’s like the most illogical version of Six-Degrees-Of-Separation.

Hanbin might be the most clever guy he’s met but he wonders if he’s ever won an argument against this kid.

“It’ll make you sick, Min. Don’t eat it okay? You have to save it for Rocket. You don’t want him to be sad that all his dog food is gone, right?”

She shakes her head aggressively. “I love Rocket.”

“Good. So don’t eat his food, okay?”

There’s a half-shrug-half-nod before Minji goes back to drawing some huge yellow blob in her colouring book but judging by Hanbin’s grin, it’s probably the closest anyone gets to a win.

Without even thinking, he blurts out the first thing that enters his mind. “She’s all you.”

“Meaning?” Hanbin asks, the challenge loud and clear in his voice.

“Too smart for her own good. Wins every argument.” He says, hoping it comes out as well-intentioned as it sounds in his head. “It’ll be fun when she’s a teenager.”

Hanbin lets out a quiet scoff but when he looks over, there’s definitely a small smile on that face.

Dinner is kind of chaos. Jae has to be fed first. Then Rocket has to be ushered outside for his meal (he swears he got actual daggers this time). Then Minji has to be convinced that eating is more important than finishing her drawings. Everything just takes twice as long here and he might’ve dreaded the pace this morning but as he cuts up Minji’s chicken and heaps mash potato on her plate, it feels kinda nice. Kinda right.

Afterwards, he does the dishes as Hanbin goes to give both of the kids a bath. He can hear the happy shrieking and splashing but he thanks the Universe that he wasn’t asked to do that tonight. The smallest thing he’s ever bathed was the family’s old maltese and that always resulted in a wet dog running around the house.

“You want to do the stories tonight? She’s asking for Winnie and Piglet and apparently I don’t do the voices right.”

He’s sitting in the bedroom, wondering what the hell he should be doing now, when Hanbin comes in with a half soaked t-shirt.

“Why are you so wet?”

Hanbin just rolls his eyes like the answer is obvious. “You think Minji is all me? Then Jae’s all you.”

Such a small comment that probably meant nothing but it hits him in the gut anyway. It really shouldn’t have but it does.

The wall clock tells him it’s 7:30pm. Both kids are already in bed, which means the day is winding down soon. Just another 5 hours and he’ll be waking up in his own life again. His real life.

It’s a relieving thought at first; he can sleep in his own bed, drive his own car, do his dream job and go back to being only responsible for himself.

But...

Hanbin. And Hanbin’s kids. The sleepy neighbourhood. The dumb fucking car and judgmental dog. The worn in life here. What if...

“So is that a yes? Because you know she’ll just be in here in 5 minutes with her books.” Hanbin asks, now pulling off the damp shirt and wondering into their own bathroom.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” He replies.

As predicted, Minji is still awake and sitting up in bed clutching the ‘Winnie The Pooh’ book in her hands with an expectant face.

He remembers that book. Not just the title or the edition but the actual physical copy. He takes it to flip to the first page and yes, it’s still there-the uneven childish scrawl stating: jiwons book!

This is his. From when his parents used to read it to him as a baby.

Jesus Christ.

How did she get that?

How real is this?

His hands are sweaty and shaky as he starts to read.

“Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself...”

He reads and reads, all the while letting something thaw and melt inside him. It feels like memory and regret and nostalgia and guilt for not calling his parents more often. What even happened to him? What happened to the guy who used to love being read to? Or who used to eat platefuls of Hanbin’s mashed potatoes without a single care in the world? Or wanted to give everything to the one person he loved? What happened to that guy? When, how, why did he change?

Minji is fast asleep by now, her tiny rocket ship pyjamas sticking out from baby yellow bedsheets. Hanbin made an amazing kid. Not that he expected anything less.

“Night Minnie Mouse.”

Checking in on the baby was a mistake. He can’t help it. Minji was right about Jae; he is magic. A magic sleeping thing in a cow print onesie with the tiniest fingers and softest hair.

“Night little man.”

It’s not real.

Don’t get upset over something that isn’t even real.

He repeats it over and over in his head until that feeling of impending loss fades and he feels less pathetic for maybe wanting to stay a bit longer. Just out of curiosity or something.

When he gets back, Hanbin is already in bed, scribbling something in a notebook. It’s so early but maybe people with kids just go to bed earlier. It makes sense. He’s exhausted.

“The Park twins just cancelled all their piano lessons next week, guess we’ll be down $100 bucks.” Hanbin says with a slight frown. “No more unsolicited purchases of cherry ripe bars.”

He feels the warmth on his cheeks. Kim Jiwons never blush but apparently they do here.

“Sorry, thought you liked them...”

“No, I do. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He’s still thinking about cherry ripe bars and piano lessons as he stands underneath the shower. Well, that explains the shiny black Steinway piano in the living room. He knew Hanbin studied music and theory throughout Uni (he was there) but last thing he remembered was Hanbin going for some kind of job interview or internship at a big record company. They had crazy dreams of writing music together once. What the hell happened. What kind of choices did Hanbin make to end up giving kids piano lessons as his job? Such a small title. Hanbin deserves something bigger, always has, always will.

He dresses hurriedly in the bathroom because well, it’s kinda weird being naked here. It’s stupid really. Hanbin’s seen everything anyway.

“Hey, mum just messaged me. You still want to go out tonight? They can come over to keep an eye on the kids.”

Jesus.

Going out?

After the long-ass day he’s just had?

“Okay, I know that face. So that’s a No then?” Hanbin says with an amused smile.

“We can.” He says, trying not to let the hesitation and dread show. “We can if you want to.”

Hanbin shakes his head and types out a text reply on his phone. “No, it’s okay. I know you had a rough day. Maybe next week?”

The hopeful lilt at the end of the question makes his chest ache from the heaviness of guilt. Is there any version of Jiwon that’s good to any version of Hanbin?

“Yeah, definitely next week.” He nods as he climbs under the weird yellow sheets, avoiding eye contact because he knows that there will be no Next Week for him. Maybe the proper Jiwon will remember to go.

“Okay.”

Once the lights are flicked off, it’s even more tense and awkward in the dark silence. Neither of them are asleep.

9pm.

Nearly there.

“Was it just the headache?” Hanbin asks suddenly. “Or is there something I missed?”

He turns his head but it’s too dark to see much. “Just the headache and maybe the flu or something. It’s...it’s nothing you did. Just felt like shit when I woke up this morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay. Night, then.”

“Night.”

10pm.

11pm.

11:50pm.

He’s still awake.

Eyes well adjusted to the darkness by now and not once leaving the rise and fall of Hanbin’s sleeping body next to him.

I don’t want to miss you.

But I think I already do.

Midnight.

#Memento Vivere #Double B #misery loves company #come join me in this sad story #hanbin #jiwon #Baby Jae is magic #Minji is still weird #lbr #feat. Rocket #because he's the best dog ever

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tinderthecity · 5 years

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The Mountaineer

I’m not sure if this blog is a catalog of my dating escapades over the years or a catalog of the most influential dating apps as time goes by, but I guess one thing stays the same, dating apps and I are perpetually on this journey together! (slow clap).

This time, Hinge is the app of choice. A little background information on Hinge, for those of your lucky enough to be unfamiliar with dating app particulars, this one has you provide six pictures as well as the answers to three questions of your choosing from a pool of questions the app provides. You are then asked your age, height, area you live in, and you can also provide some more particulars like school, religious affiliation, if you drink, smoke cigs or pot, do drugs, have children, want children, etc.

Relevant side note: Recently a coworker of mine sent me a link to an article with her subtitle “your kinda guy.” The article was titled “I am a Pacific Northwest Man on Tinder and I will Die if I Go Indoors.” It’s hysterical and exposing the great outdoorsman facade that can become all too trendy on dating apps.

From the article:

“‘Being inside’ is for the weak, the tired, the cold, the hungry, the ‘people with homes,’ the ‘quaints.’ I’m not interested in those who cozy up with Netflix or enjoy going to restaurants or movies. Everything you could possibly need to survive, thrive, and entertain yourself exists in The Great Outdoors. You like sitting down on a comfortable couch? Gross. You like buying groceries in a store? Disgusting. If I am not constantly in some situation under the sun where my life is potentially in danger, I’m not about it. I get off on adrenaline. And nature.”

“My first three profile pics are from epic outdoor activities which showcase a level of fitness you couldn’t even begin to rival. The next three pics are of the exact same thing. The next one is a total thirst trap, which means something different when you’re just dehydrated all the time. The last photo is of a mountain that really gets me fired the fuck up. My face is blurry in each shot because I am Always. In. Motion.”

Lol you get the point (check out the full article for more linked at the bottom, it’s worth it). I died of laughter while also feeling entirely seen. I’m not a dating app girl who falls for the models or the guys on yachts who dress like fancy businessmen or have tons of photos at rooftop bars or are listed as working high-profile jobs. Ask any of my close friends and they’ll tell you that my thirst traps are the guys who seem down to earth (literally) and like to spend time outside, traveling, hiking, etc.

It was after reading this article that I was able to put my last date into context as to why I was so excited and why it was so terribly bad.

The Mountaineer liked me on Hinge and I immediately thought he was pretty cute, loved his answer to the question “I’m looking for....” “Someone who is upfront and honest about what they are thinking and feeling,” (swoon) and his pictures, which, you guessed it.. were all outdoors.

Unfortunately, he lived in Long Island and liked me about a week before Christmas, when I would be going home for about a 10 day span, and afterward he would be gone for a long weekend. We decided we would just chat in the meantime, so we did, everyday. We talked about all sorts of things, but tbh he did talk/ask a lot about hiking haha.

When we could finally meet up after almost three weeks of talking, we decided he would come into the city on a Saturday and we could hit a museum and grab dinner. I chose the Natural History Museum for us to check out because he hadn’t been yet and I know it never disappoints.

The day before our date, the Mountaineer asked me if I’ll be meeting him at his train station. I live in the 150s, the museum is on 79th and his train would be pulling him into 34th. I told him we could meet at the museum since it’s in the middle. He said he didn’t like taking subways alone (interesting, Mr. Adventure) so he would walk from 34th to 79th (about a 45 min walk). Then he realized it was going to rain on Saturday and said he would walk in the rain, to which I told him (trying to be an accommodating Manhattanite) I could just meet him at 34th and take the train with him up to the museum if that’s the case.

The day of comes, it’s a bit rainy outside, as expected, and I get a text from the Mountaineer asking if we should move our date because of the rain (..really?). I basically said no but it’s up to you.

We decide to meet, I go down to 34th street to meet him. I’m running a few minutes late and of course those are the days when train delays hit.

Me: hey I’m on the express but I’m hitting some delays, 😑I’m going to be a little late, sorryyyy

Him: tsk tsk I’m quite disappointed already 😔

Me: 🙃🙃🙃

Him: Oh that’s cute, you think I’m joking

*wow, bold double dig move for not having met yet*

Me: I can just switch to the uptown train at the next stop if you’d rather

Him: haha I’m just messing with you. Would you really?

😇

We meet, he’s def not exactly what I pictured, maybe the 3 inch height difference than he listed had something to do about it or maybe it’s the ten minute first impression of salty remarks that he lead with... He refuses to take the train and has us walk 40 blocks up to the museum in the rain. I quickly realize that the museum and dinner plans we have might be a big mistake.

Once his saltiness simmers down our conversation gets better, and I thought maybe this will actually be a good time.

We get to the museum, and the lines are INSANE, so we decide we’ll go to another one. I give two options that are close by and ask which he’d prefer. I told him I’ve been to both and don’t have a preference to which he says “typical girl not wanting to make a choice” (wow, okay ew) to which I say “that’s actually not true, I chose the first museum..”

He decides on one across the park meaning another 20+ minute walk in the rain. He hops over a half wall into the park and I (not being in the parkour mood) decide I will walk to the entrance pathway about 100 feet away. He pokes fun at me and tells me to have a sense of adventure. I point out that he is wearing outdoor gear head to foot (yes, that is what he wore) and I’m wearing normal not weather proof clothing, not ideal to be jumping into mud.

As we walk across the park he tells me a bit about himself. like how he doesn’t actually own any casual clothing aside from outdoor gear (okay..), he didn’t vote in the presidential election (a little red flag starts waving in the back of my mind), and he has kept eluding to trust issues of some sort by questioning my own honesty (red flag starts flapping harder).

He asks me a little about myself, and somehow we get on the topic of horrible dates we’ve been on. He doesn’t have much to say, but as this blog will tell you, I could go on for hours. I chose to share what I consider to still be my worst date to this day, last years Valentine’s Day post, Mr. Mindful (or as others know him, Touch-barrier). My biggest red flag of all was telling Mountaineer that story and having him respond with “Oh that’s it?” THAT’S IT!? The guy had a gender stereotype conspiracy theory complex, swore at me via text for turning him down, divulged his dating coaches advice and said he should have broken the touch barrier sooner with me, information I learned all within a 24 hour time span. And yet the Mountaineer was more stuck on my reluctance to say - no I never want to see you again - to that guy face to face on our date, because apparently that was Mountaineer’s touch point for accusing me of dishonesty.

We get to the museum (I know... we haven’t even started the actual date yet). Once inside walking around and looking at art, conversation starts to get normal again (aside from him saying that he likes contemporary art but this wasn’t quite what he meant). By the end of the museum I was like okay, I don’t hate this.

Then comes dinner.

We choose a Thai restaurant, again on the opposite side of the park. Yelp gives the location 4.5 stars but when we walk up to the door the grade sign says “grade pending” (not uncommon) and he immediately looks for another place to go because I guess that’s unacceptable. After a few minutes of standing in the cold and probably noticing my poorly disguised apathy for this problem he decides we can go there because, like I said, it’s rated well.

The hostess seats us immediately but we’re close to the door and the Mountaineer doesn’t like that so he asks for us to be moved away from the door. We are then seated right behind the hostess stand and as we sit he goes “wow really?” and proceeds to be visibly and audibly upset about it for at least 10 minutes. He rants to me about how going to a restaurant isn’t just about the food but about the experience and how this experience is bs. (Yes, this two dollar sign Thai restaurant we’re going to because we want a quick meal really isn’t hitting my high class needs). I tell him we could take ownership and ask to move but he says no and continues to pout. As we look at the menu I notice the Mountaineer, as a non vegetarian, keeps mentioning tofu dishes and I ask why. He then bestows all of his restaurant wisdom upon me and explains how he rarely eats meat, or even seafood, at restaurants because he doesn’t trust them (here we go with the trust again), and especially not Asian restaurants. He also let me know that if he ever does order a steak, he likes his steak well-done but he orders it medium-rare and has them send it back to the kitchen when it comes out to cook it longer, because if he asks for it well-done he’s certain they’ll give him a crappy piece of meat.

At this point I am on the verge of stabbing myself with the utensils in front of me but instead I order shrimp pad thai to spite him. He doesn’t ask me a single question at dinner and is less than kind to the serving staff (the reddest flag of the red flags), I ask questions to fill the painful void for myself and when he asks if I want to go to Patagonia with him to look at some more outdoor gear he wants for himself I tell him I need to head home to my pup.

I hugged him, I left, I haven’t spoken to him since and I couldn't be more grateful.

I will admit, I was a little upset when I left, partially because I had been excited about the Mountaineer for two weeks and felt bummed by my off point expectations, but even more so I was upset because I wasted almost an entire Saturday walking in the rain and listening to restaurant conspiracy theories when I could have been at home with my pup.

This date taught me (and hopefully you) two things: 1) You can be into Mountains without being be down to Earth 2) Never plan a multi-layered first date

Happy Love Day Everyone

(For a nice complimentary laugh, here’s the link to that brief article I mentioned earlier that was obviously written about Mountaineer and his brethren.)

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/i-am-a-pacific-northwest-man-on-tinder-and-i-will-die-if-i-go-indoors

#online dating #dating #tinder #tinder and the city #love #romance #dating apps #relationships #tinder matches #hinge #bumble #valentines day

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